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{{ Independent Castlevania themed rp blog, mun 18+ }}
  • bis-maledictus:

              The idea had merit, “I’m listening.” Loyalty… such an unusual word in a business so cloak and dagger. Everything was a web of lies designed to ensnare anyone who was none the wiser. There was a game a foot, full of espionage and intrigue and he… was born of this concept. Fashioned to be an apex predator in a world where nothing was what it seemed.

              " ‘…spent my eternity differently from you…’, You make it sound as though I’m different from the souls walking the street at this very moment. I assure you, my lord, you give far too much credit." It was unavoidable, ever since this shop had opened whispers had started about the nature of the owner. Some said he was a strange mortal but others believed he was some kind of a demon. How else could he acquire so many relics in a short time? He seemed to run the shop alone so how?

    { ☩ } A thin-lipped smile etches across his face.  “Now that is a title that has not lent itself to my name for many years.  I no longer have the claim to such heraldry or pomp deserving of the honorific lord.  I suspect you know this.  It cheapens us both to persist with the facade.  We can continue to play this petty game, you-know-I-know, or you can shed the illusion, whatever it is, and face me forthwith.”

    He was no simpering fledgling, to buy into the lies of slavering beasts and spirits, hunkering in the shadows.  It was well hidden, but hushed rumors, juxtaposed with the ghostly trace of suppressed power, permeated this place and its lone caretaker.  “You’re intrigued by the proposal, yet you deny to deal with me forwardly.  Wise enough, but unnecessary.”

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  • marie-belmonts-love whispered:

    Marie had managed to get close to her son's chamber, but not quite all the way there before her legs gave in. The voices were loud, the corruption and darkness of the castle literally eating away at her mind. She needed Trevor...!! She needed Trevor or she'd die...! She ended up in a corner, the candles in the room going out and the walls crumbling as she rocked back and forth where she sat. "Trevor.... Trevor....! Trevor...! Help....!!"

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    palealucard:

    { ☩ } “Mother?” Immediately he was at her side, unnatural swiftness carrying him to her like a sigh of the wind. “I am here.  Stay with me.”  He was all too familiar with her ills, and now a cold chill turned his languid blood to ice.  The corruption.  But what had set her off?

    His presence helped and she sought his hand, not turning to him, and fumbling as she couldn’t see him. She needed him…! Needed the contact…! Tears ran down her cheeks as she shook in the sheer terror and stress that the corruption wrecked on her body. 

    Kill him Killhim GIve in…! Give in now…! one of us forever one ofus yes so tiredgive in…!

    The whispers wouldn’t stop and her nails clearly turned to claws as she fumbled in the dark. 

    "Trevor….!"

    { ☩ } "Mother.  Hush.  I’m here."  He wraps his arms around her, holding her close against his chest, both to comfort her and to ease her spirit.  He well knew the signs of corruption.  "Don’t say a word.  Just be calm.  It’s over.  It’s over."

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  • asklittletrevor

    His head tilted, as it always did when he was puzzled. The exact meaning of Alucard’s words flew over his head, it was true, but he shrugged it off—he would find out soon enough, wouldn’t he? And it wasn’t like he’d be wandering alone without a clue, he would have his brother there to guide him. Everything would be alright.

    When the darkness began to close around them, Trevor couldn’t help but reach up to cling to Alucard’s coat and shift closer to the vampire, intimidated and perhaps a bit claustrophobic in that moment. Still, the feel of leather under his fingers and the gentle hand at his back gave him the courage to press onwards, until finally the dark receded and he could see once more.

    What he saw was completely alien to him—great beasts with lights on their noses, roaring down dark pathways; towers whose spires were as high as any on the castle, glowing against the dark sky; great signs of light that proclaimed words and phrases that made no sense to him. And the people! There were so many, more than Trevor had ever seen together in his life, even in the fortress. Clad in strange garbs they wandered this way and that, looking at small devices that he could only imagine to be magic, ignoring one another and the beasts of the pathways. The boy made a noise of shock, head whipping around this way and that, trying to process it all at once and failing spectacularly.

    Turning back up to his brother for answers, he yelped a bit at seeing the man’s form and clothing changed so. When had that happened, during the dark? After it? He couldn’t quite place. But when the man beside him spoke, it was with Alucard’s voice and intonation, and so Trevor simply slumped a bit and sighed. “You startled me…How did you change like that? And…well, what is all this?” He gestured out to the world haphazardly, one hand still clinging to his brother’s coat—it didn’t feel like leather anymore, he noted—and though the boy knew that his question wasn’t exactly the most specific query, he couldn’t be more specific because he honestly didn’t have any clue where to begin!

    { ☩ } He smiled benignly down at his brother, one hand — cold to the touch, but appearing rosy with the flush of life — drawing the boy against his side.  “I should have warned you.  This is the city of Wygol, built out of the bones of father’s castle.  The Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Fourteen.  These…” He bent low, sweeping out his hand in a modest gesture, “are automobiles.  Metal steeds that carry people faster than horses.  Lights that burn day and night without flame.”

    He kept his other hand on Trevor’s shoulder, following his eyes as the child took in the sensory overload that was modern civilization.  “As for the change…it was necessary to find a guise to blend into mortal society, when observation from the shadows was insufficient to secure my needs. …Take your time to let this sink in, if only a little.  Nothing here can hurt you when you’re at my side.  I promise.”

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  • marie-belmonts-love whispered:

    Marie had managed to get close to her son's chamber, but not quite all the way there before her legs gave in. The voices were loud, the corruption and darkness of the castle literally eating away at her mind. She needed Trevor...!! She needed Trevor or she'd die...! She ended up in a corner, the candles in the room going out and the walls crumbling as she rocked back and forth where she sat. "Trevor.... Trevor....! Trevor...! Help....!!"

    { ☩ } “Mother?” Immediately he was at her side, unnatural swiftness carrying him to her like a sigh of the wind. “I am here.  Stay with me.”  He was all too familiar with her ills, and now a cold chill turned his languid blood to ice.  The corruption.  But what had set her off?

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  • draco-principem:

    [ Wow. Out of all my friends on my Annette blog, only two of you bothered to follow me here, and that was before I bothered announcing my Annette blog was being retired.

    Thank you palealucard and sonofdracul you guys are true friends and amazing people all around. I love you both very much. :> ]

    Ouaaaah! <3 <3 You’re so so so sweet.  Let’s definitely keep up our friendship, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately but I think about you all the time and I love to stalk your threads and watch you evolve as a writer. <3 <3

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  • seventhexplosion:

Doodled Alucard from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night before sleep. Haven’t started on the game yet (still busy with Aria of Sorrow).

    seventhexplosion:

    Doodled Alucard from Castlevania: Symphony of the Night before sleep. Haven’t started on the game yet (still busy with Aria of Sorrow).

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  • asklittletrevor whispered:

    For Munday: 3 and 9

    3. Why I love my best friend

    Because we have no secrets.  Everything is shared between us — the gross details, the triumphs, the secret fears — without worrying about being judged or ignored.

    9. Tattoos I want/ have

    I have none, but see my response to Orionali about what I’d get.

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  • orionali whispered:

    Any tattoos you want?

    I’ve thought for a long time about getting something simple and small on my ankle, particularly something related to a scientific field that I love, like archaeology, biology, physics or astronomy.

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