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{{ Independent Castlevania themed rp blog, mun 18+ }}
  • I am alive~ Real life just takes priority, but I still haven’t abandoned this blog, no worries.  As far as exciting news, I got a job, a scholarship, and my 21st birthday is coming up soon! (the 31st of this month ~ Halloweeeen).  Love you all, thanks for sticking with me.

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  • vladthenolifeking:

It has been some time since I have made a Follow Forever post. I have fallen behind a bit lol but here we go~
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And a special shout out to those who I have come to think of as my family.
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If you are not on here, do not be upset, it merely means we have yet to talk enough :D 
I love you all, even if you do not pop up here~ <3

    vladthenolifeking:

    It has been some time since I have made a Follow Forever post. I have fallen behind a bit lol but here we go~

    FallenBelmont-mbpanthers-nolifekingalucard-xantae-thefirstplant-vampirekingvladtepes-calisvol-nicholaswolfwood-orionali-threelittlehellsings-tremblewithfear-houndofhermes-luccicute-roxanneblood-nolifeprince-ironcladvalkyrie-kairosdialga-Mina-katanamasako-swordofspirits-mastertoaking-bloodsuckingflea-richterplz-palealucard-theforgemistress-mahurika-ahintofblue-adragonatemyart-sirenrayncupcake-ageofrogues-talkingcasulties 

    And a special shout out to those who I have come to think of as my family.

    SonofDracul-ThenolifequeenBelmont-secretbraintwin-Dream-of-lust-fallen-king-of-wallachia-mariebelmontslove

    If you are not on here, do not be upset, it merely means we have yet to talk enough :D 

    I love you all, even if you do not pop up here~ <3

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  • powerinblood

    { ☩ } So the planet had been saved.  God’s children still walked the earth, wounded, limping, but alive.  Two of the greatest enemies of humanity had been cleansed in the span of a single night, but the third remained.

    Alucard was not sure what the Dragon would do with his remaining eternity.  His newfound will to live, to reclaim his own destiny, both surprised - and did not surprise- his son.  When acting under the auspices of the Lieutenant, Alucard was granted glimpses of his father’s increasing thirst for vengeance, for freedom from the fate he had been pulled towards time and again throughout a millennium. With Dracul again stalking the night, forging his own path, Alucard was unsure of his place within it. 

    For centuries he had waited, pulling together the threads of his machinations to rid the world of great evil.  And now that they were gone, his plot successful, what remained for him?

    Alucard pondered this as he stood on one of the crumbling parapets of the ancient fortress, overlooking the interlocking skeletons of stonework and steel that composed the very bones of the city.

    He could not say.  Who knows what fate has in store?

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  • palealucard whispered:

    "Oh hey."

    asklittletrevor:

    There was a yelp as he was stirred, rather abruptly, from his nap by something heavy landing right on top of him. Well, sort of on top of him. A little to the side, really, it didn’t crush him, it just was a rather rude awakening.

    "What the—brother! What was that for! And don’t tell me you fell, I know you can climb better than that!"

    { ☩ } An indignant stare, challenging — but also full of laughter.  “Grant is thin as a whip.  I have some more muscle, and that simply means…added weight.”

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  • bearcub-belmont:

    The affectionate gesture didn’t hurt at all. Actually, he rather liked it. Simon giggled, as he always did when his papa ruffled his hair, and smiled.

    The promise of no more missions was a welcome one. His papa wasn’t going away again! He knew the man had to fight the monsters to save people, but he hated watching his papa go away. He was glad he would stay now. So so glad.

    Glad enough that the hug was given with no hesitation. Not even the unfamiliar chill of his papa’s skin held him back, nor the lack of a beating heart. He did not care. His papa was home, and that’s what mattered to Simon.

    { ☩ } His eyes closed for a moment, blissful and at ease after an existence so long without it.  He pressed the boy close against him, soft and warm and sweet in his arms.  His precious gift.  Simon’s unwavering acceptance bolstered him, gave him strength.  He rested his chin atop the mop of fiery curls, pulling back only to plant a kiss upon his crown.

    "I’ve missed you, cub.  More than words can say.  It’s been too quiet without you nipping at my heels.  Are you hungry?  Have you eaten?  Would you rather be put to bed?"  At last he drew back, hands upon the child’s shoulders, fussing.  "Just tell me.  I’ll be there."

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  • orionali:

    Read me tonight, when the warnings said leave a shudder upon you
    Running from all that you feared in your life
    Soul of the night, when the sun mislead paint a horror upon you
    Marking the moment, displaying in my ghost of a life!

    Disturbed - Hell

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  • bearcub-belmont:

    He listened, and it was clear he didn’t really understand the whys of it all, but if Papa said it was true than it was true. It must have been true. Papa didn’t lie ever.

    Ah, that was a familiar thing! That was what they always said to each other when they made promises! “A warrior never breaks his oath!”

    If his Papa was swearing on his warrior’s honor than Simon had nothing to fear. Papa wouldn’t break that promise, not ever!

    "You’re staying with me now, right, Papa? You won’t have to go away again? I want you to stay."

    { ☩ } A little of the tension eased from his shoulders at the boy’s ready response.  Without hesitation, he reached forward to tousle the red hair, unthinking.  It had been an upwelling of pride that so motivated him, and he realized his error too late.  Alucard feared, above all else, something hurting his son.

                                               { he feared himself }

    But his will was steely, his love strong.  A smile broke through his stony countenance, hopeful and tender.  It was a gift for Simon alone.  “Aye, son.  No more Brotherhood missions.  I only want your happiness, now.  Come here.”  He knelt, brutally silencing the doubts that screeched like banshees in his mind, and opened his arms.

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  • spirit-of-belnades:

    His questions made her realize that she was…for lack of better words…lost so to speak. Part of her knew she shouldn’t be alive. But how long has she been absent from this world? 

    "I….I have no idea." She admitted. Sypha looked up at Trevor. He was different in appearance, indeed, but she felt that part of him had not been changed. "I am still your wife, unless…..you have taken another…"

    She hated to, in her own way, ask if Trevor had moved on. But she needed to ask, to be sure she wasn’t intruding back into his life. Yet the thought was heavy on her heart. 

    { ☩ } He might have blinked at her question, had he indulged such automatic, intrinsic human gestures.  All extraneous motion was gone — breathing, shifting, even blinking, for the most part.  They were small, immaterial things that nonetheless added to the deepening aspect of his stark inhumanity.

    Still, a pained look ghosted across sculpted features, his eyes hooded.  “No, not before or since.  The very thought is unconscionable to me.  There has ever been but one forever love for me.”  Emotion worked its way, unbidden, into his words, and he gripped for her wrist like a drowning man to a rock, adrift in a tumultuous and alien ocean.

    "I have not — and will not — suffer a gentle touch from any but you.  If…" He struggled for words, struck suddenly dumb in her presence, "If you would not will it , I will exist without your grace.  You deserve more than what I can give.  So much has been stripped from me.  I am not the man you wed that day.  I am but his shadow.  That’s alright.  I would provide for you from afar, if you would allow it, and ward away the dangers of the night from your hearth and home."

    He pressed cool lips against her knuckles, chaste and sincere, as if the single gesture could convey the upwelling of love that had existed unrequited for so very long. “Anything you wish, and I will do as you ask.  …Even leave you.  I cannot deny that there is an inherent danger in choosing to forge a life with me, such as it is.  It is my own fault for having brought Dracul’s armies crashing down upon our home.  I will not repeat such a mistake.”

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  • bearcub-belmont:

    "This is your home? You live in a castle now, Papa? Are you the king, is that why you’ve stayed away? Or is it something else?" The boy gulped in air, pulling away just enough to stare his papa in the eyes. "And what about Mama? Is she coming here too? She misses you so much, Papa!"

    { ☩ } He was selectively cautious in his answer, couching it as simply as he could.  “No, Simon.  Home is wherever you and Mama are— and I’m no king nor prince.”  The rest he avoided, segueing  to distract the boy from his poor feint.

    "I’ve been away because of a quest, aye?  Just as the Brotherhood has ever demanded of me.  I went; and now it is over.  I’m sorry, Simon," he said gently, reassuring: "It did not go as planned.  But it will not happen again.  This, I swear.  And if there’s one thing a warrior never does, it’s what—?"

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  • It was a quiet night in the castle. Well, quiet for the Demon Castle, anyway. In this particular moment, the only thing suggesting the relative presence of the castle’s inhabitants would be the various noises being carried down the innumerable corridors by the  wind. A sudden, distant crash of metal here, as if a suit of armour fell to the ground, or perhaps a few guttural growls there, like a brief exchange between minions.

    It was during this reprieve that something unusual, even by the Castle’s standards, began to occur. A small ripple in the fabric of reality began to appear, and slowly began to intensify until a rift connecting this world to the void had been stabilized. This, however, was not unusual for the castle. In fact, this was quite the commodity since Dracul had awoken from his slumber. It was the specific creature that glared out of the rift with those haunting, lambent eyes that would be considered.. odd.

    In the great library, one vampire - sorry, dhampir, with wolven eyes and ashen skin could be seen thoughtfully scanning among the various books, tomes, scrolls and the like until he heard a sort of.. clicking or.. ticking noise coming from behind him.

    Upon hearing this noise, the half vampire quckly turned his head over his shoulder immediately placed his upon the hilt of his sword in anticipation for whatever was about to transpire and braced himself.

    Standing by the great windows of the library, the creature advanced towards the half vampire, and in this moment, the clouds gave way to a pregnant moon, casting a great ray of moonlight, and out of the shadows one small pug was seen wagging its tail.

    ((LOL))

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