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⤷ music: The Smiths, Jeff Buckley, Portishead, Duran Duran, The Cure, Depeche Mode, The Smashing Pumpkins, LDR, Glass Animals
⤷ tv shows: Dead Like Me, TVD, Castlevania, Hannibal, Your Lie In April, Untamed, Death Note, Midnight Mass, The Victims’ Game, Hound’s Hill
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⤷ games: Twisted Wonderland, Obey Me, Sally Face, Life Is Strange, Beacon Pines, Red Dead Redemption, Big Bad Dogs, Dating Killmulator, Touchstarved
⤷ my main fandoms: Twisted Wonderland, Castlevania, Obey me, Formula 1, Creepypasta, Big Bad Dogs, Dating Killmulator
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Hey How are you? 😊 I recently read your story “I Wanna Sleep With You” and honestly I really loved it I enjoyed the story so much that it actually inspired me to create some fan art for it I put a lot of love and effort into making it and I’m honestly really excited to show it to you would you like to see it?
oh my goodness?? yes, i’d love to see it :3
i’m so glad my silly rambles inspired you ( ੭ु>ヮ<)੭ु⁾⁾
Hii, I was wondering if you could make a fic about Castlevania Alucard and it be like you can shape shift and reader was with him since they were kids like their mothers where close and growing up you and him always stuck together even when you were younger and you always stay in a snake form so you can always be close to Alucard but it was always around his neck and when alucard gets woken up and unsealed he has her around him in a deep asleep due to Dracula putting her to sleep and basically it’s just him walking around with a sleeping snake around his neck and sypha being curious about the snake and Trevor tries to touch your head while sleeping but feeling him touch your head you awake and try to strike him ( and you could make it a one shot or a series and you can continue to add on to the story sorry if it’s to much😭)
I wanna sleep with you
c/w: possibly ooc.. angst(?), happy ending(??), canon adjacent until it’s not, idkk, author sucks at writing tension, kind of proofread? author is dyslexic.. please don’t be too harsh if there’s grammar/spelling mistakes :(
a/n: oh my godness, this is so cute !! :33 i love the idea (i’ve always had a soft spot for shape shifting tbh..) and i am SO sorry this took soo long, my job has had me slaving away and i’ve been so unmotivated, but here it is.. finally, i hope you enjoy!!! - ̗̀( ˶'ᵕ'˶) ̖́-
w/c: 2.4K
Spending nights at the Țepeș’s castle was not uncommon, quite the opposite in fact. Your mother’s had been friends since long before you were born — although your father’s… not so much; they tolerated each other on good days, that’s all you could ask from them.
Much to your father’s dismay, you seemed to become buddy-buddy with the same vampire's son: Alucard.
It almost feels like a second home to you. It’s as if the very stones that build the castle have welcomed you into it. No longer does the idea of Dracula’s castle feel like something out of a nightmare, rather a place to run when the nightmares come.
You’ve always had a soft spot for the dhampir, he’s become something of a brother to you. Even if he doesn’t outwardly reciprocate the sibling love you two share, it’s clear to everyone around that he saw you in the same light.
That becomes especially clear once you’ve shifted into your serpentine form. If he doesn’t have eyes on you once he enters a room, he tends to become more alert of his surroundings, whether he realises that or not. He scans the walls, making sure your scales haven’t blended in with the dark bricks. He doesn’t know what he would do with himself if he stepped on you.
He never could shake that habit. Even as the two of you grew older, even if he’s alone in the castle — he catches himself always double-checking any spaces you may be hiding in. And now that you’re back, claiming you’re only here because your mother came to visit; although, he knows just as well as you do that it’s a lie. He’s almost glad he never lost that trait.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Alucard sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as he quickly steps back. He glances down at the stone floor, long strands of blond hair falling across his face, serving to obscure his vision ever so slightly. He stares down at you, currently a snake, slithering just under his foot.
A low sigh leaves the Dhampir’s lips as he shakes his head. He leans down, carefully raising your scaled body up so you can get comfortably into place around his neck. And you do, almost immediately.
“One day I might step on you, you are aware of that, yes?” He tuts, watching as you blink up at him before looking away. If you could roll your eyes in this form, you would have.
A low chuckle escapes the blond as you nuzzle against his neck. He finds it frustratingly difficult to resist the urge to trace your scales with his fingers.
“For someone with superhuman senses,” you narrow your eyes at him, a low hiss escaping as your tongue pokes out, “you seem to lack awareness.” You tease, earning a scoff from the dhampir as a result of your antics, but he makes no move to pull you off his shoulders.
He quite enjoys having you wrapped around his neck; the weight of your serpentine body has become more comforting than he’d ever admit.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
That’s just how it was. That’s how it should have stayed.
Life always manages to throw a curveball. All one can do is adapt.
That’s all you could do. All you can do.
No one saw it coming, especially not Dracula. That much was obvious when he declared war on the entire city of Targoviste. Even that wasn’t enough for the tyrant — he wanted to burn the entire country down, to eliminate every living soul on this earth.
It was obvious what Alucard had to do; at least, what he thought he had to do. He had to stop his father. You weren’t about to let him face his father alone.
Especially not now, with both men deep in grief, the chances of one of them doing something rash… you don’t even want to imagine the outcome of that conflict.
Truth be told, you’re not doing much better. Despite not having witnessed the burning, the mental image is more than enough to fill you with rage. Similar to what Alucard must be feeling — to what Dracula must be feeling. That just makes you more weary of the result of this exchange.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
The walls of the castle feel cold once again. All the warmth that was once held inside: gone. It’s as if Lisa took all the life within these walls with her when she died.
It’s dead quiet as Alucard moves up the stairs. The only noise being the echoing of his footsteps, even then, it barely cures the suffocating weight of the silence.
“You have no obligation to be here,” Alucard whispers, so low you almost don’t catch it. You catch his golden eyes glancing down, checking to see if you’re still there with him. You are, of course you are.
“I know,” you reply with a hiss, the cold scales of your body tightening around his neck to provide a comforting presence. “I chose to be here,” you continue when he doesn’t speak up, “here with you.”
The weight of your words hang in the air for a moment as he halts his movements, only to pick up the rhythm again, continuing to scale the stairs. He doesn’t respond — he didn’t have to, you felt the tension release in his shoulders, even if it was just for a second.
“Thank you,” he pauses in front of the door at the top of the stairs. He stares at the door for a moment, you could only imagine what he must be feeling. The anger, the betrayal, the grief. And to think it was all so preventable, if only the church wasn’t so incompetent.
Even through the heavy door you can hear the destruction taking place inside the room. The booming voice of Dracula shakes the walls of the castle itself.
Alucard reaches out, hesitating just in front of the door. You can imagine why. You’re just as nervous as he is. There’s always a chance this goes terribly wrong. That’s a risk you both have to be willing to take.
The electricity crackles throughout the room, magic is thick in the air, suffocatingly so. The mirror in the centre sparks to life, coming together to form something resembling the surface of water. The ripples that spread through the glass are almost hypnotizing.
“It will take me one year to summon an army!” Dracula roars, his voice bouncing off the walls in ways that make you dizzy. The raw emotion that bleeds from his figure is enough to engulf the weight of the magic, replaced with the burden of emotion only the soul can conjure.
The room is dark, save for the light seemingly coming off in waves from the mirror, matching the waves in the glass.
You can feel Alucard tense under you, his shoulders taut with his own internal conflict. All he can do for the moment is watch — watch in horror of the result of his mothers demise, in denial of the thing his father has become; or perhaps his father was always like this, it was just his mother that kept the beast in check.
“No,” he commands, his voice breaking the tension like a wire that was pulled too tight. There seems to be a beat in the room where everything stops. No one dares to breathe, The very room itself seems to freeze in time.
“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Dracula repeats, fists clenched tightly by his sides. He doesn’t turn around to face the entrance yet, rather choosing to continue with words. “That woman was the only reason on earth for me to tolerate human life!” He snaps, whipping around to face Alucard, subsequently you as well.
Once again, the world itself seems to hold its breath as your eyes meet. Dracula glares between his son and you, still shifted into a serpent, wrapped around Alucard’s neck. It only seems to enrage him more.
Alucard takes a steady step forward, showing none of his emotion. “I won’t let you do it,” he states, voice level despite the tension in his muscles. “I grieve with you, we both do, but we won’t let you commit genocide.” He cautions, keeping his head held high.
Dracula snarls, low and animalistic. There’s a glint in his eyes, one more beast than man. He lunges towards you both, raising his hand high before slashing down at Alucard.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Footsteps echo throughout the chamber. A thick layer of dust has formed on the mechanisms, now disturbed as they collapse into themselves.
Soon, there’s a mechanical hiss of air. The plate on the floor sinks in under the weight of the man’s foot. “I didn’t do that,” he claims sheepishly, looking down at the sunken tile before going back up to his partner.
An annoyed huff leaves her, shaking her head in disbelief. “How did I get stuck with someone like you?” She murmurs, stepping forward only to be stopped by the sudden shifting of something in front of them.
In front of the two, a coffin sits in the centre. Golden accents surround it, as well as two glass tubes half full with a dark red liquid. The top of the coffin slides off, scraping against the wood as it moves.
Through the smoke of the machinery, someone arises from the coffin — rising out to float just above. Long blond hair falling in front to obscure his face, and just long enough to mask what’s around his bare shoulders.
He blinks, adjusting to the light before his gaze settles on the two in front of him. He bows before them, arm crossed over his chest.
“Why are you here?” He asks, his low voice just barely breaking the silence that’s fallen across the chamber. He raises his head again, looking between the two before him. With the new angle, it becomes clear there’s something around his neck, glimmering in the dim lights that serve only to illuminate the area around the coffin.
“The story,” the woman begins, “the messiah sleeps under Gresit!” She exclaims, a light shining in her eyes as she stands in awe of the man above her.
“Is that what you believe?” He asks the man, foot still on the plate that triggered the whole event. He tenses for a moment, looking between the so-called messiah and the thing around his neck.
“That Dracula’s released his hoard in Wallachia? That’s fact.” He sneers up at the blond, eyes narrowing as he continues, “but that’s not what you’re asking.”
“No.” He replies, looking down at the two with a hint of boredom tinging his voice.
“You’re asking if I believe you’re some sleeping messiah who’ll save us,” he states, scoffing as he looks him up and down. “And no, I don’t.”
“Belmont!” The woman scolds, glaring daggers in his direction.
“I know what you are.” Belmont declares, the words coming out low and threatening. His fists ball at his sides, instinctively reaching for his whip. “A vampire.”
He grabs his whip, cracking it in his direction, but not quite making contact. “And whatever that is.” He huffs, eyes narrowing at your serpentine figure around Alucard’s shoulders,
He huffs, ignoring the last comment, Alucard slowly descends the steps, deciding to float down as to not risk jostling you.
“She called you ‘Belmont’,” Alucard notes, narrowing his golden eyes at the man. “Of house Belmont?”
“Trevor Belmont.” He replies, sneering at the dhamir grip tightening around his whip. “Now,” he seethes, “go on, vampire,” Trevor begins to circle Alucard, keeping a close eye on the serpent around his neck. “Tell her exactly how long you two have been down here.”
“A year,” he answers, closing his eyes for a moment in disapproval. When he opens them again, they immediately fall onto Trevor.
Trevor glares at Alucard, pulling out his whip with a sharp crack. “Am I going to have to kill you?” He asks, albeit rhetorical.
“I’d like to see you try,” he scoffs, narrowing his eyes to slits as he looks down at the Belmont.
Still disoriented from being awoken so suddenly, it allows Trevor to get a hit on Alucard. The noise of the leather cracking against flesh echoes throughout the chamber, bouncing off the crumbling walls and back to the centre. The force is enough to send Alucard back, just barely landing on his feet in an attempt to keep you steady on his shoulders.
The second lash comes almost immediately after the first, though this time it never makes contact. Instead the cracker ends up in between your jaws. The tip slicing the scales of the surrounding flesh as Trevor harshly pulls it back in an attempt to retrieve it.
A low hiss, one that almost mimics the vampiric nature of Alucard’s, escapes you. Your slit tongue flicking out when you finally release the whip.
Alucard can’t help but chuckle at the scene. “Well, good morning, sleeping beauty,” he teases as you narrow your eyes at Trevor.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
“So, you’re a shapeshifter?” Sypha asks, tilting her head as she walks beside Alucard in order to ask you more questions. “Is it only a snake you can shift into, or do you have more forms?”
You blink at her, slightly overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of queries. “Yes, I am a shapeshifter,” you reply, the words slow and groggy, still coming out of your year long slumber.
Sypha barely contains her excitement as she goes on to eagerly ramble about a story her grandfather told her about shapeshifters. Although you stopped listening about halfway through, your attention focused on Alucard.
“You’re getting old,” you suddenly comment, curling tighter around the man’s neck. It rouses a surprised huff from him.
“And how did you come to that conclusion?” He asks, amused by just your ‘observation’, but far more interested in the thought process behind it.
“You went easy on him,” you note, looking over at Trevor who’s beside Sypha, standing as far away from you and the dhampir as he can. “Oh? Well, pardon me for being rusty. I’ve only been asleep for a year. Not all of us are morning people” He replies, the sarcasm laid on so thick you can taste it.
Sypha’s still rambling about something, you’ve lost track of how many times she’s switched topics now. When you look over, Trevor seems to have disappeared.
Confused, you glance around, and he’s nowhere to be seen. That is until you feel something on the back of your spine. You whip around, instinctively snapping your jaws at whatever it is.
A noise of surprise leaves Trevor when your fangs graze his finger. You narrow your eyes at the Belmont as he gives you a sheepish grin, claiming he was only curious. Though you don’t pay much attention to his excuse when you hear Alucard snicker under his breath.
How you missed that sound.
(divider creds: @priestboy)
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a break before the next kinktober drop.
includes: michael myers, jason voorhees, the grabber, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, hannibal lecter, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair.
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Michael Myers
Michael’s yearning is strange. He doesn’t yearn like most — the way he needs you is like rot under painted wood; invisible, but dangerous. He doesn’t focus on why he lingers outside your window, how he knows the sound of your footsteps, or why he wants to keep you rather than kill you. Michael just knows you’re different to him. It isn’t love, not even close. It’s something worse — older, darker, a pull he can’t unlearn. Its devotion twisted into obsession.
Jason Voorhees
Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.
The Grabber
The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.
Bo Sinclair
Bo’s yearning is dangerous. He’ll tease, flirt, and pretend he doesn’t care, but his hands always find you. He’s the kind of man who says “you’re mine” like it’s a threat and a promise all at once. He’d sit and watch it all burn for you because he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but when he’s with you, the edge softens just enough — like wax. You consume him in the worst way.
I haven't seen The Devil be thrown in here I think he'd get a kick outta meeting them lmao. Lwky forgot how to draw bc I've been busy but dkill fandom ilyall
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"Go to your room," Lucifer growled. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the spot.
"Go to your room!" you countered, boldly standing your ground in the face of severe demonic pressure.
Pacts were so great. So convenient. You didn't even really register that you were using magic, it just happened in the heat of the moment. Lucifer looked utterly gobsmacked when he was compelled to put one foot in front of the other and just walk away. He tried to fight it. He dragged his feet. He failed.
"How dare you. This is not over. Don't think for a second I'm letting this go."
You were terrified of what he would do to you later, but watching Lucifer furiously storm off under your orders felt like the biggest power move of your life. Such an adrenaline rush.
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[౨ৎ] synopsis: alucard tepes as a lover
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: if it wasn't obvious alr I have a thing for soft spoken intelligent, gentleman-like men.
‧₊˚⇢♡ a gentleman doesn't even begin to describe just how sweet he is to you.
considering Alucard was already well-mannered and more than polite before meeting you, once he falls for you (becoming immediately smitten), he's somehow even more so.
His tone becoming impossibly more gentler when talking to you, opening doors for you, pulling your your chair out for you, positioning himself in front of you at the first hint of trouble (even if you're a fighter/magic wielder).
‧₊˚⇢♡ attentive to every facet of your being.
he's very conscious of himself to ensure he isn't just staring at you but you do make it quite hard not to. Whenever you play with your hair in deep thought, the way your smile always meets your eyes, the way you silently gaze into the distance when you reminisce.
It's all so..mesmerizing—you are mesmerizing.
So while it pains the dhampir to have to tear his eyes away from you at times so as not to make you feel uncomfortableit is very tempting to not want to see every expression your beautiful face makes.
‧₊˚⇢♡ calls you "beloved", "dearest" "flower", and "my love."
Alucard is such a naturally affectionate man once he's in love that pet names become second nature to him. However, it still is so cute how he was slightly hesitant to call you anything initially usually referring to you by name—until it just slipped out.
Your breath catches for a moment, looking up at the blond from your place beside him on one of the library's plush velvet settees.
The castle is quiet around you, save for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the soft rustle of pages turning. Warm afternoon sunlight filters through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold across the bookshelves and illuminating the dust motes drifting lazily through the air.
You'd spent the better part of the afternoon curled up together.
Your book long forgotten in your lap as you leaned comfortably against his shoulder, your head nestled against him while he read.
It was one of your favorite places to be.
Close enough to hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.
You were tracing absent patterns along the edge of your page when Alucard finally spoke. "Would you like some tea, my love?"
The word leaves his lips so naturally that neither of you seem to process it at first.
Your eyes widened slightly and you could feel Alucard stiffen slightly besides you. His gaze lowering from the book in his hand to where your head is resting on his shoulder. An adorable, light blush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Forgive me," he says quietly, setting his book aside perhaps a little too quickly. "I did not mean to presume."
The bashfulness in his voice is almost unfairly sweet, so you straighten slightly, lifting your head from his shoulder to shake your head with a soft smile. "You didn't. I don't mind you calling me that—it's sweet."
For a moment, Alucard simply looks at you. Golden eyes searching your face as though trying to determine whether you're merely being kind. When he realizes you're sincere, some of the tension leaves his shoulders.
Barely noticeable.
"I'm glad," he says quietly. His voice is softer now, the afternoon sunlight catching against the pale strands of his hair as he looks at you, and you're suddenly struck by how unfairly beautiful he is.
Especially like this.
The realization makes your smile widen slightly. "Can I call you something too?"
His brows lift. "Something?"
You nod.
"You wish to give me a pet name?"
"Well, yes."
You tilt your head. "If you're going to call me things like my love and beloved, I think I should get one too."
A quiet laugh escapes him then. "I suppose that is fair."
‧₊˚⇢♡ guides you with a hand at your back through crowded towns, unfamiliar roads and in more sketchy parts of wood
Whether you're walking through a crowded marketplace, entering a room, or simply moving through the halls of the castle together, Alucard always seems to find his place just slightly behind your shoulder.
One hand resting lightly at the small of your back.
Never possessive. More so a subtle, discreet gesture. One that many don't notice on first glance.
Like no matter where you are, he'll make certain nothing reaches you first.
₊˚⇢♡ is constantly making sure you're comfortable.
Perhaps it's because he's spent so much of his life caring for others, and caring for you is not much different nor a chore. Though it's probably because the sweet way you breathe a 'thank you Adrian,' or 'you're always so kind thank you my love.' Has him quick to whatever you need to hear those lovely again.
If you're cold, a cloak is draped over your shoulders before you can mention it.
If you're tired, he's already suggesting you rest.
If you're hungry, he's quietly finding a source of food for you.
Half the time, you don't even realize something was bothering you until he's already taken care of it.
And when you thank so softly like the angel you are?
He simply smiles.
‧₊˚⇢♡ always reaches for you in his sleep.
Alucard sleeps lightly by nature. Years of solitude and danger made certain of that. Yet slowly but surely, after sharing a bed with you, over time it's been increasingly easier to sleep soundly next to you.
Primarily because you fall asleep holding his hand.
You always knew that he carried a weight most people could scarcely imagine. The loss of his parents. His complicated love for his father. The loneliness. The years spent wandering with burdens that were never truly his to carry.
You knew there were nights his sleep wasn't peaceful.
So when you'd first begun sharing a bed, you'd made a habit of reaching for his hand before falling asleep. Not because you were afraid to sleep alone. But because you never wanted him to face even his nightmares alone ever again.
The first time you'd done it, he'd looked almost comforted yet confused. Glancing down at your intertwined fingers before looking back at you. Yet he hadn't pulled away.
And after that, it simply became part of your routine.
Until one evening, months later, as candlelight flickered softly across your shared chambers, Alucard spoke just as you were settling beneath the blankets.
"My love?"
His voice was unusually hesitant.
You immediately looked up from where you'd been adjusting the covers. "Yes?"
For a moment, he seemed almost uncertain.
Golden eyes lowering briefly.
Then—
"Would you be comfortable with..." He paused, clearly searching for the words. "Me holding you while we slept?"
A warm smile glaced your lips as your nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."
Once settled into bed, Alucard's arm settled carefully around your waist as though he were handling something precious. Slowly relaxing into you only after you had done so yourself, and once he did, it was almost as though he could finally breathe properly.
Now, months later, Alucard rarely even realizes he's doing it.
You'll wake in the middle of the night to find yourself tucked securely against his chest. One arm wrapped around your waist. His hand resting over yours. Sometimes his face buried lightly in your hair.
Other times, when nightmares try to find him, you'll feel it. The unconscious way his fingers search across the mattress. The way he reaches for you even while asleep.
Seeking warmth.
And the moment he finds you, his body relaxes. The tension leaves his shoulders. His breathing evens out once more.
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Sum: You’re dead. Just how will he handle that? Not well, let me tell you that much.
c/w: my first actual angst, established relationship, probably ooc Alucard (i’m only on season 3, but i really wanted to write for him), briefly revised.. possibly spelling/grammar mistakes, reader is referred to as ‘woman’ once — could be read as gn, but just in case, leaving it as f!reader.
a/n: i might rewrite this once i get further in the show, i’m really not happy with it :(
w/c: 418
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.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who, after you’ve died, loses himself. He no longer recognises the man he sees in the reflection in the water whilst he forages. Even foraging reminds him of you. Everyday tasks now become his own personal hell.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who finds himself acting more and more like his father. It ignites a deep sense of rage he hasn’t felt in years when he catches himself cursing all forms of life on this godforsaken planet — you were the flame that lit his path, now he’s lost in the dark, and all alone, again.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who stays in denial, unwilling to let you go. He’s scared; he always has been, ever since his mother was burned.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who can only hope that you were finally able to meet his mother. The two women he loved the most, finally together. He hopes he can one day see both of you again.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who started to draw portraits of you, almost every single day. Whether they’re small scratches in the dirt, or full blown paintings that belong in museums. He refuses to let himself forget your face. No matter how much time passes, he can’t allow himself to forget you.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who refuses to enter your once shared bedroom. Everything brings back you, but you’re not there.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who blames himself. Even if he had no hand in your demise, he hates himself for not being able to protect you — he hates you for leaving him — you promised not to. You swore that no matter what, you’d stay by his side. And look where that got him.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who entertains the idea of learning how to be a forge master, with the hopes that he can bring you back. Although he inevitably refuses to, he can’t bear the thought of you having been sent down to hell.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who never really got over you. He sees you in the halls of the castle, similar to how he saw himself and his mother when he was first alone in the castle.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who, even if he never received your body, had a tombstone just outside the castle. He sits beside it for hours, talking to ‘you’. The castle feels colder without you, life feels far more monotone now.
.ᐟ.⋆♱ Alucard who reluctantly brings himself to terms with the fact that you’re not here anymore. It’s tearing him apart inside, every second he spends away from you feels as if it’s been an eternity.
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Big Bad Dogs is all i can think about now that the 3rd shift is out !!
i have soo many theories, especially about the Red Biker and his association with the MC’s trauma that seems to relate back to the colour red..
and also the old man in the second shift who was talking about his dogs… replaying that scene and actually reading all of his dialogue (i didn’t realize you could interact with him more than once my first play through) the symbolism!!!
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Yall I cant believe i forgot to post this here lmao! Couple months ago I painted a Riddle overblot fanart and it got featured at the local library lmaoo here it is!
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