#isaaculcard

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I woke up too damn early today, so all I have for y'all, at 5:20 AM, is this:

Isaac, but in a Playboy bunny outfit, in my Isaaculcard AU. Of course it will only dress that particular way around Dracul or Alucard, and of course, they make it feel like the most beautiful doll in the world 🩷

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If I may, No. 16 with Isaaculcard? (Mostly curious on how you'll portray Dracul and Trevorcard 👀)

…lazily.

Memories of his old life were slipping through Isaac fingers, and it scared him.

Oh yes, he could never forget the details. Waking up at the caw of crows, chipping gemstones, filling his mouth with blasphemies, carving pieces of his soul to insert inside his children, over and over until his throat was sore and his feet blistered inside his boots and the only thing he had to look forward in the day was...

... no, he would not think about that snake. When he did, he got the burning desire to throw himself in a scalding hot bath until his flesh melted off his bones. How foolish of him to gave himself away to such a creature...

Still, he remembered, but it was like trying to read through a parchment whose ink had long faded. Those memories, the pain, the tears, and those dreadful years where he truly had a taste of the Hell awaiting him, they were distant, and they would never touch him again.

And Isaac had fun believing that, after all of that, he had gotten his rightful reward. Therefore, he did not feel guilty at all during those wonderful days where he was allowed to lounge in bed, stretching his limbs at his leisure, and peppering with kisses the skin of the two vampires that had welcomed in and pampered him beyond his imagination.

What a misshapen family we are, he thought, and then promptly stopped thinking when Alucard held him close, Isaac's scarred back against his strong chest, trapping him at the mercy of their Sire who made clear, with his lips and tongue, his plans for the day.

Isaac had no intention to complain.

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I'm still much on my It/She Isaac kick, and I won't apologize because damnit, I know it wasn't meant to be a serious headcanon, but my fucking brain won't let go of it. A second parter to this one!

Dracul sat in the back of the chauffeur, watching the city pass by the window. It had been a good night, with a nice meal and show, and now he and his brood were heading home. Glancing away from the window, he looked at his children.

Alucard was leaning on his shoulder, while Isaac was sleeping on both of their laps, with its head tucked into Dracul's hip and arm wrapped around his waist. A soft smile and small huff escaped him, and he wrapped his arm around his son, with his hand finding its way into his doll's hair. He was so proud of everything they both have done in his absence. Hell, he was still proud of both of them now.

Soon enough, the vehicle stopped, and Dracul tipped the driver. Careful, as to not wake the other vampires up, he carried both inside, using his magic to open and close the door. Both had stirred into awareness by the time he got them in the bedroom, even whining when Dracul had set them down on the bed. He couldn't help but chuckle at them.

"We're home, and I know neither one of you will want to wake up still dressed like this," he stated. He knew from experience that they would hate it. "Here, let me help you two get ready for bed."

He stepped away from the bed, heading to the closet to grab their nightclothes. For Alucard, a pair of silk pajamas, and for Isaac, a silk night gown. Dracul made sure to grab the make-up wipes from the vanity on his way back from the bed.

He started with helping Alucard unbutton his clothes, letting his son figure out how to slip out of the suit, before turning to Isaac. He took the make-up wipes and started wiping off the make-up from her face. After getting the make-up off, he took her earrings and choker off. Turning back to his son, he couldn't help but chuckle as Alucard struggled with his pants and shoes.

"Hold on Trevor. Let me help." At that, Dracul undid the belt and helped Alucard step out of the pants and shoes, helping him get the pajama bottoms on. He then helped him get the rest of the suit off, and helped him get the pajama top on. Alucard proceeded to flop onto the bed and whine as he curled up, watching them. Waiting for them to join him.

Dracul let out a trill to settle his son, before turning back to his doll, and found it struggling with its gown. Shaking his head, he helped her slip the gown over her head, and then slipped the shoes off of it. He grabbed the nightgown and slipped it over her head, and then placed a soft kiss on his doll's forehead.

He took the discarded clothes and threw them in the hamper. They could be dealt with in the morning. Taking the make-up wipes, he tossed them in the bedside can, and then took Isaac's earrings and choker back to the vanity. He set them in their proper spots, never wanting to upset his doll by misplacing its jewelry. While at the vanity, he grabbed some lotion and a cotton pad and headed back to Isaac. He was gentle as he rubbed the lotion on her face, before he pulled away, and she crawled up beside Alucard.

They both watched him with tired eyes as Dracul took care of himself. He barely liked most clothes to begin with, so once his shoes were off and sat beside Isaac's and Alucard's in the closet, he simply stripped himself and threw the clothes in the hamper. Satisfied without anything suffocating his form, he crawled into bed, between his son and doll.

They purred happily, wrapping their arms around him and nuzzling tiredly into his neck. He traced his fingers along their spines, letting out a hum as he felt fangs in his neck.

"Both of you act like I starve you." He chuckled lightheartedly. The only thing he got was a choir of whines and groans. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting his children do what they needed.

Barely fifteen minutes passed by before snores filled his ears. He glanced down at them, and shook his head at the mess they made.

"I didn't know I had such a messy son and doll," he tsked. Not that there was much he could do to clean up. Not with the grip both had on him.

Dracul felt the pull of sleep coming over him, and figured he could just clean up in the morning. He planted a kiss on both Alucard and Isaac's forehead, before succumbing to the lull of sleep.

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Bashes my head into the wall

I can't stop thinking about that Isaac post, but the brain is trying to make it Isaaculcard.

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Listen, Dolly Isaac may be the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, but that won't stop Dracul and Trevorcard from worshipping those titties.

They like feeding her ego and self image.

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The song My Way by Siames, but its Isaac and Hector in the Isaaculcard AU.

I mean, hear me out. I could easily insert the Aria Crew into my au, simply because Mina and Soma would be about the same age as Victor, who survives in this au. Add in Hector having an extended life span due to the effects of Devil Forging. So maybe Arikado and Yoko, and maybe if Julius has a kid, know Trevorcard, and shortly after the Fated Day, Arikado brings them to Castlevania City to meet up with Trevorcard.

Which leads to an awkward reunion between Hector and Isaac, with both being apprehensive around each other. Neither one knows what the other is thinking, but Dracul misreads the room entirely. He becomes very touchy and clingy, pulling Isaac into his arms and kissing her face or rubbing his cheek against its neck, growling at Hector.

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Tall Isaac wearing chunky boots that elevate its height more, wrapping its arms around Dracul's shoulders, as it looks down at him, and he looks up at it, with his arms wrapped around its hips.

Trevorcard joking around with Isaac as she tries to gloat her height over him, only for him to remind her that the boots give her an extra height boost.

Both, however, will absolutely give it foot rubs after hours of it wearing boots or heels.

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Do you see my vision on this ship?