#hunterbaldwin

[bastardsunlight]

//so, this is a two-part collab gift for @hunter-baldwin

lines by me, colors by the indomitable @darckcarnival, my color hero

[moonlightscholar]

Hugh pegs a book at Conrad's face as a birthday gift. It's a first edition hardback of some variety, and it's pretty thick.

(I swear this is pretty much how it went too I bet)

“....” The vampire would for certain feel the book being thrown right at his head, though soon enough he took a look at the hunter who decided it was a good idea to throw it at him too.

“Well, thank you for the gift but...” He held his tongue for a moment, despite WHAT the hunter did in delivering the gift, it was still the fact that he got something from him. And thus he should at least be thankful in that.

[bastardsunlight]

abstraction in G minor

closed starter with @hunter-baldwin

Gaining entrance to Castlevania had been one headache after the next. The place was rigged to the gills with booby traps of all kinds—darts, spike pits, and hoards of demonic interlopers, to name a few—and Trevor had just about had enough.

Well, that wasn't fair. He started at enough and had gone far beyond. And now—

“The corridors shift with our approach,” Alucard had said. He was mere feet behind Trevor, with Sypha taking up the rear when the corridors did just that and Trevor Belmont found himself suddenly—and for once not blessedly—alone.

“Shit.” The word trickled from Trevor's mouth like acid, sizzling on the air as its caustic fury burnt away the last of his patience. He laid a bare hand upon what felt like living stonework. There was no sound from beyond it, as if Sypha and Alucard had never been there.

This room was warmer than the others, the air thrumming with some kind of energy. With eyes narrowed, and noting nowhere else to go, the hunter moved forward, into the darkness. As he did, the fireless torches lit on either side of the comparatively small hallway. Gooseflesh rose on his skin, but he tightened his jaw and continued, gripping the hilt of his short sword, hard.

On and on it seemed to go. As he walked, Trevor began to feel heavier. He felt his face flush and his heart begin to beat too hard, thudding against his ribcage violently. The air was thick, too thick—as if it wasn't real, or was too real. He couldn't place it, but at some point, his ears began to leak blood.

Just as his vision began to tunnel, Trevor detected this with a swipe of his fingers and a disgusted grunt of some profanity or other—and then the ground came up to meet him and all went dark.

[moonlightscholar]

@hunter-baldwin

Carmilla’s hideout had to of been this way...There was no doubt about it as the vampire made his way through the night. Perhaps he was getting a bit close to common hunting grounds for most hunters, but at this point he could care less. He finally found his target and thus he had to make a beeline there before anyone else got hurt.

At this point, he didn't even care about the icy wake he left behind him as many monsters that roamed these parts saw him as an intruder in their territory, if anything they just served as mere obstacles in his path.

[albusofecclesia]

There's a fresh cup of tea sitting on Albus's desk, along with some soft scones and a note. The note says "Happy Father's Day to the smartest uncle there is! Love, Eileen"

((this stuff never gets old - despite how old the ask is, thank you <3))

[bastardsunlight]

hunter-baldwin

When I say “chemistry” a few URLs leap to mind, but this one’s usually at the top. Never once did we DECIDE we were going to ship Alucard and Hugh Baldwin. It wasn’t even like, a thought in our minds when we started. A few hundred replies in and we’re sort of watching them dance around the idea that feelings???? exist??? This is a novelist, guys. Seriously, we unabashedly write novels at each other and I am SO grateful for their friendship. THIS is the level of enviable chemistry for which ALL of my future ships will strive.