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Omg open requests! Hope you've been doing well! 🥰 what would you say about witing Alucard with a seamstress/dressmsker character? Very posh and dramatic, and particulair about style, but also completely unembarassed to lavish her friends in fineries & custom-made garments (she "simply wont take 'no' for an answer!")
Like I imagine if they got involved she'd whisk him away for his measurements and then make it a hobby to sew the fanciest costumes and outfits to dress him up in, like her doll 🤭 find a less than appropriate amount of glee in it too
“Ruined! Ruined! All my hard work is ruined!”
“We are sorry my love.” Alucard apologized, again, as he watched her fret over his ruined cloak. Holding the fabric in her hands like a wounded bird. He certainly hoped she didn’t cry.
“Yeah, sorry your ‘creations’ got ruined [Y/N].” Trevor said, while rubbing the back of his head. Equally scuffed and covered in tatters. “We’re fine by the way.”
“Oh, who cares about you!” [Y/N] snapped at him. “This was imported silk!”
Alucard just stood there with Trevor, waiting for his love to calm down. It was better just to stay still & quiet when she got this way. The frenzy of artist. He knew, deep down, it wasn’t about the clothing. She was terribly worried about them. Redirecting that anxiety and fear into stress about her designs being slaughtered; instead of her friends. Alucard also knew that the only reason they were alive right now was because of her designs and hard work.
A ‘stitch witch’, as the peasants called it. Or magicien du vêtement to the couturiers of France. A special kind of spell work that weaved not only fabrics together, but amulets of protection into the beading, blessings of strength into the seams, and wards of protection into the lining. The fact that he and Trevor were standing here, after fighting such a behemoth of hell at all, spoke to the testament of [Y/N]’s work and skilled craft with her hands.
Sensing it was safe, Alucard stepped forward and placed his hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder as she mourned. “There, there my love. It will be alright. You must look on the bright side.”
“Bright side??” [Y/N] snipped.
“Trevor & I are alive. And, with this latest mishap, we will be needing a new wardrobe.” The suggestion set [Y/N]’s eyes to sparkle. Stars in her eyes as she suddenly seemed to think of all the things she could create now. The visions of it dancing before her.
“Oh no! Absolutely not!” Trevor insisted with a stern finger. “I’m not going through that again. Standing there for hours nearly trust up like a chicken in measuring tape, then stuck like a hog with pins!”
“Your ability for simile is about as basic as you are, Belmont.”
“Do you want it done or do you want it done right?”
“I don’t want it done at all!” Trevor roared as the couple picked at him. “I appreciate the effort [Y/N]. But stuff like this is lost on me. Get me some trousers that fit, and a nearly clean shirt, and I’ll be fine.” He insisted.
“So you’re fine with that crest on your back being in shreds?”
The hunter’s face went pale as his eyes widened. It was only for an instant. Trevor quickly composing himself as he crossed his arms. He seemed to be fighting the urge to give in. To stick to the principles of what he just said and hold true.
After a moment, however, he let out a quiet, “damn it,” before taking off his vest and handing it to [Y/N]. “Just…do we have to do the measurements thing again?”
“Do you want it done or do you want it done right?” [Y/N] repeated with a fox like smile, then set off with a skip in her step. “Oh I’m so excited!”
“No pastels please, my love.” Alucard called after her. Optimistic that she would listen, even as he heard ‘but it’s spring!’ from around the corner.
Best not to fight it. It was much easier that way.
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this is my favorite artwork that i've done so far, love him
Welcome back!! :DD I missed seeing you on my dash. And since christmas requests are opwn, my request is RELEASE THE FROG CUT
Alucard x Reader
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[part i]
Alucard felt as though his feet barely touched the ground, as [Y/N] dragged him along.
Her bare feet fast, like a skittering little mouse, as they bounded through the forest around trees, bushes, and high grass. Eventually landed at a secluded little pond. “This is my swamp!”
Alucard whinged silently as his knees sunk into the wet Earth [Y/N] dropped him in. The mud seeping into his crisp pantaloons. Just as he was about to complain on his harsh treatment, a symphony of croaks came from the water as a mass of frogs swam to the shore. “How many are there??”
“11 now I think.” [Y/N] told him. “Although that one is a toad.” A massive amphibian sitting on a rock, like a king of the marsh, let out a low rumble. Seeming both annoyed and expectant to be addressed at the same time. “That’s Fabian. That's Tyler. That's Christian. That's Myrtle. That's Gamus.”
“Gamus?”
“Well, it was Gaile and Seamus, but then Gaile ate Seamus. So, I just mushed their names together.” [Y/N] explained. “Seemed only right. Since Seamus gave his life for the cause.”
“What cause is that?”
[Y/N] blinked, then looked around bashfully before leaning in to whisper behind her hand, “….grown up things.”
The dhampir blushed and sat back. Watching the frogs until his cheeks cooled down. “Do you like living out here?” He asked.
“Yeah. Why?” [Y/N] seemed genuinely confused by the question, even as one of her frog friends jumped on her head.
“Well…my father seemed to imply that your residence might not be voluntary.” A blank stare met his tactful explanation. So Alucard tried again, “were you kidnapped by that old woman?”
“Oh. No.” [Y/N] replied as she turned back to her frogs. “I mean…maybe. I’m not really sure.” Alucard arched a brow. “I’ve only ever lived here. Or at least, as far back as I can remember. So, I don’t know what or if there was a before. Baba Yaga says my mother left me in the swamp as trade for some spell she did for her.”
“Your mother…traded you?” He couldn’t imagine a mother doing that. Not with his own, sweet mother as his only point of reference.
“That’s what she said. But the story changes sometimes. She could be lying.” [Y/N] seemed pretty calm about that statement. Picking grass to tempt her frogs with, only for them to turn up their noses at an offer of veg.
Alucard thought for a moment. Looking into the swamp for some kind of answers. “You don’t seem mad about that.”
“She doesn’t beat me. Or starve me. Which is more than I can say for some of the kin that come up to her door. She’s teaching me magic. I was either abandoned or kidnapped. Both of which seem pretty bad, so I don’t really think about it. I like to think about frogs.”
The dhampir turned back again to the swamp. Listening to the chorus of croaks and chittering insects in the distance. “This place is weird.”
[Y/N] chuckled. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
She grabbed Alucard’s hand and dragged him along again. More high grass and muddy footpaths. Showing him hidden magics in the forest and secret plants that grew wild only in the swamps protective wing.
It was dirty, and muggy, and smelled, but…all in all he had a nice time.
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(Put my oc in as the reader for indulgence’s sake lol. Thank you for the muse request, it was so thoughtful and charming! Alucard’s better than me, I would’ve swooned at that gem comment, that was Smooth)
Lmao. They are not and they're having fun. This is so good. I love your art.
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Having your birthday on 9/11 is crazy. Never forget? Yeah I sure hope so???
What could he possibly Fucking want.
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Im never hitting pause on men

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