Misanthropy

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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[themuslimmale]

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[thebuddhistmind]

As everyone drifts off to sleep, I am still gazing at the stars.

Rumi (via thebuddhistmind)

[ex0skeletal-undead]

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[necromantiaes]

spcaker‌:

     Where a crisis went, hope and help would be needed. And so the nomadic Speakers followed the terror to a nameless village, and succor was offered to those who needed it. Medicine, advice, whatever was needed the group provided. And Sypha was no different. She had spent the day caring for any injured or sick villagers, and had made small ice sculptures for children to admire.

     But when one slunk off into the night, the strawberry blonde’s curiosity got the better of her, and she followed him. Now normally Sypha was rather stealthy, despite herself, but even she couldn’t avoid Night Creatures. And while there was no outright attack made on them, the threat was there, and she eyed the man quizzically, scanning him. Nothing to really set him apart aside from skin color, which she hadn’t seen much of in Wallachia.

     Until her eyes landed on his emblem.

     Forgemaster.

     “Not everyday you see a man surrounded by beasties,”

His eyes found the creatures poorly lurking amidst the trees, then shifted back to the Speaker who offered him a glare no friendlier than the one he gave her in return. The emblem was only half visible past the cloak the man wore over his shoulders, but half visible had been enough for the learned woman to spot the difference between a charlatan and the real deal.

“It’s not often we see those of your kind either.” Isaac returned, his beasties, as she had named them, still didn’t budge. Meaning it was unlikely of their master to order them to attack unless provoked first. “I’ve seen what you did in the village. You are a magician.” 

Isaac, too, was a magician in his own right, only that he was regarded as a practitioner of the dark arts. The kind churches would likely attempt to burn at the stake given the opportunity. Only that no opportunity was never given, nor did Isaac intend on making it easy for them to see the world rid of him. Not any time soon.

“I have no business with you, magician. Which makes me wonder what is it that you want from me?”

[necromantiaes]

rcprobate‌:

“Oh?” Curiosity pulls at Hector, pulling his head away from his little bird to watch Isaac. He wasn’t excepting the man to ask much of him really. Of course, he didn’t want to assume the worst of Isaac but considering his demeanor he didn’t think he’d merely ask out of kindness or loneliness. Unlike Hector, who still seems to hold that small bit of want for companionship hidden in his chest… It wouldn’t harm anyone if they were amiable towards one another considering they are working together.

The idea of getting out of the castle seems just as tempting. Dracula doesn’t keep them confined here like cattle yet it’s easier to stay inside, working diligently on their creatures. A little break sounds pleasant.

“I had been thinking of making fasolatha. It’s been getting cold & some good soup always helps.” While it’s nice that they’re provided frozen foods, having something fresher makes them just a little more satisfying. He doubts the villages nearby would provide the staples from Rhodes but it does make him crave it all the more.

He sets the bird down on the table. Hector offers him a warm smile. “When are we leaving?”

As opposed to the warm smile, Isaac offered his fellow Forgemaster cold indifference, painfully aware that Hector was merely trying to be friendly, if not downright decent. And while Isaac wasn’t about to falter with respect, he was neither in the mood nor did he have the slightest desire to return the gesture.

It was pointless. Hector was, after all, human... The same as he and the same as those he despised with every fiber of his being.

“I plan on leaving now. The night had never bothered me,” after all, they were the forgers of its creatures. “and the sooner we get this over with the better.”

While Dracula did not seem to mind whether they pillaged or bought things fairly, Isaac would rather buy if only to prove his own species that even when waging war there was still room in him to exercise an ounce of decency. Not to mention war was never waged when their leader did not give the word and so far nowhere village a day’s ride from them was not yet a target, but would soon become.

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Starter Call. || @necromantiaes​

     Just who is this man? Kassandra furrowed scarred eyebrows,        taking a cautious step closer to further examine the man. She       examines from the shadows, remaining still and on guard as her       eagle flew around her to warn her in case something was nearby.        Was he aware someone was watching him? Only one way to find       out, and that was to be patient and watch to see what all he does.

[necromantiaes]

Indeed, Isaac was aware of being followed. His ears had been trained to detect the slightest of changes in his surroundings and that was one of the many reasons why he had, against all odds, managed to endure. Enduring... That was all life truly amounted to.

He couldn’t have the stranger following him all the way back to the castle, so the Forgemaster stopped and feigned interest in the skies as if to locate himself, but alas, he knew the way home like the back of his hand.

[necromantiaes]

✦ Plotted starter for @spcaker​

Where a crisis went, famine, desperation and Speakers normally followed. Isaac had only heard of that lot in passing and almost immediately wished that he had chosen the outskirts of another nowhere village to go gathering. Sending night creatures in his stead was bound to end up in war, but war would have to wait a while until a bigger army was at their disposal. War would have to wait until more bodies of the fallen were handed to him so that they could become part of Dracula’s army. The army his loyal Forgemaster was beginning to create. Soon, he heard from Dracula, they’d have another human in court. And while Isaac was very sure how he felt about that, he had decided against voicing his thoughts on the matter. 

Pretending he didn’t see the cloaked one watching him, Isaac went about his business gathering roots for consumption in the dead of night. But he wasn’t alone. It took a special eye and a good squint to make out the ghastly figures standing guard perched on top of oversized tree branches and their red eyes glowing in between the leaves that would otherwise keep them from sight.

[necromantiaes]

How I Run My Blog

Speed: Inconsistent. Sometimes I’m really fast at replying and some other times it’ll take me a while. Life gets busy and throws a wrench in the works so I’m not always around.

Replies: Any length from multipara to novella is game. I can’t say I’m big on one liners.

Starters: Sometimes I post starter calls. It helps to plot something beforehand so my starters are usually plotted. I’d just like my rp partner and I to be on the same page.

Inbox: Who doesn’t like receiving asks? But again sometimes it’ll require a bit of plotting before I respond to some random interaction ask.

Selectivity: I’m not very selective with who I follow but I can only interact with so many people.

Wishlist: I sometimes sit here wondering what would have happened if Isaac found out what Sala was up to. Sala was after all the one who got the closest to reviving Dracula and his wife. I believe Isaac doesn’t know, perhaps he doesn’t even consider, that Dracula can be revived? It surely doesn’t seem to be an option for him at the moment.

Honest Note: Sorry if sometimes it seems as if I’m ghosting you. I’ll open messages now, tell myself I’ll get to them later, then forget they exist because of a poor attention span.

Tagged by: @necuraat​ thank you! Tagging: Whoever wants to do this.

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           " 𝕴 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝕴’𝖒 𝕾𝕺𝕱𝕿. “

                                         Ind. Priv. Lenore of Netflix’s Castlevania

                                                                           Penned by Shadow

[necromantiaes]

Perhaps this is all loyalty buys in a world without love: pain in the night and death on your master's floor.                                                                                           Perhaps that's all that awaits me, too.

[necromantiaes]

ooc. Last minute sinday headcanon: Isaac is probably a virgin. Also, I suspect he’s an incredibly repressed homosexual man who has been questioning himself and his religion (read: views) for some time now as his canon implied when he talked to the Captain about his beliefs. So I might stick to these in my portrayal of him?

Edit: Bisexual with preference for men. I don’t want to deny Isaac love when we know this man needs it. <3

[phoenixyfriend]

Consider:

Isaac and Hector (from Castlevania) being Legally Fake Married for a modern AU so they could get a rent-controlled apartment.

They don’t… like each other

But they did it for the money

And then Dracula found out and threw them a surprise party

He gave a really touching speech congratulating them in front of their entire social group

And now they’re Stuck Like This

It’s too late

Carmilla is going full Denzel Crocker trying to get people to believe they’re not actually married

Half the people she talks to don’t believe her. The other half don’t care. They do believe her, but recognize that it’ll drive her batty if they pretend they believe in the Love, and while they don’t care about Hector and Isaac’s fake marriage, they do care about pissing off Carmilla.

The sisters are all a little tired of how weirdly obsessed Carmilla is with this. They believe her, but like… chill, girl.

Lenore goes to seduce Hector, to prove it’s all fake, and she starts to succeed but Isaac comes home and kicks her out of the apartment.

He doesn’t actually care if she seduces his legal (and disliked) husband

But get the fuck out of their apartment

[monotone] “Hey, thats legally my husband.”

Isaac: Get your heterosexual nonsense out of here.

Lenore: Excuse you, I’m bi.

Isaac: I legitimately apologize for assuming you were heterosexual. Now get the fuck out of my apartment.

Alucard is the only person that is fully aware that they aren’t married for love. He may have been the notary.

Actually, no, he was definitely the notary and officiant.

They asked him to do the paperwork, and, after they explained why (since he didn’t believe they had Romantic Reasons), he said “Oh, fuck it. Why not.”

He might also be the reason that his Father found out. Isaac might also want to murder him over this

Dracula is offended that he didn’t get invited to the wedding.

And then he’s distraught because they tell him they didn’t have a wedding.

Isaac bullshits something about how weddings are very expensive and they both prefer to spend money on their forgemaster supplies grad school.

So obviously

Dracula

Pays for a Wedding

Things continue to get dramatically out of hand

“Lisa they couldn’t even afford a WEDDING we have to throw them a fancy party” “Of course dear”

They still don’t like each other

They keep having to pretend they’re at least somewhat in love

Lenore decided to take seducing Hector as a Challenge

Hector is terrified of her after a certain point and Isaac just wants people to leave him alone

But they won’t

And he keeps coming up with bullshit reasons he supposedly fell in love with the moron he’s sharing an apartment with so he can afford grad school.

Hector keeps wanting to get a dog but Isaac keeps saying they can’t afford one and also the lease says no dogs.

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Castlevania Season 3, a summary

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[necromantiaes]

rcprobate‌:

“I imagine he’s no longer around?” Hector asks, turning back with a cocked eye. If he’s honest, he’s not sure what to say; certainly no consoling considering what’s done is done. Isaac doesn’t look like the type who wants comfort either. Yet, as he stares at the man, something stirs in his chest. On one hand it makes Hector relieved to know he’s not the only one who’s suffered by the hand of humans. However, on the other, his heart aches for him.

This is probably another difference between the two generals. There’s that small feeling of doubt when he looks at Isaac - clearly Dracula has made a mistake in asking for Hector’s help. Isaac seems more than capable. He’s far too childish compared to him.

His hands brush over the open area, the blood long since dried, leaving the area feeling like a scab. It opens its mouth to make noises but not much comes from it besides a breathy squeak. “No, it’ll stay here,” He says, scooping the bird up, “Just for a little longer before the body falls apart from decay.”

As the only two humans in Dracula’s court, soon, they’d need to restock, Isaac took notice. Their current master, or rather, friend usually kept most of the necessities his human generals would need in frozen containers. Isaac, however, preferred to slaughter the animals he would consume himself in a certain way that agreed with his religion’s standards. So those were kept in pens. The restocking of vegetables was always necessary, for even in frozen containers they still found a way to writhe and go bad.

Humans refused to sell to night creature any of their goods, which usually forced the hands of Isaac and his fellow Forgemaster to go to the villages themselves. And there was next to nothing Isaac particularly enjoyed about heading to places where other humans dwelt.

“You imagine correctly.” 

Leaning sideways against a pillar, the Forgemaster’s cognac gaze followed a prancing dog with bright blue eyes and a hanging tongue scuttle about. In the end, the tiny creature chose Isaac’s leg to perch its front paws to, thoroughly expecting some attention in return. Isaac, however, neither shooed it off nor did he greet the small animal with anything aside from cold indifference. That dog had done him no wrong to deserve mistreatment, but in the same light, he was hardly in the mood to praise it. 

“I will be heading to the village for supplies shortly. It’s a day’s ride from the castle. Are you coming with?” To Isaac, it made little difference whether Hector would accompany him or not. Or so he would like to believe, or rather, convince himself of. And his question had been merely out of courtesy, as well as to let the other know of his whereabouts. Dracula already knew.