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[yui-lover-33]

Random P1 Dude GIFS ( As well as Redux ) That I made xP

!! These are free for others to use as these are just random clips of me playing postal 1 and redux that I recorded to make these !!

I couldn't upload these tenor regardless of how many times I tried I just gave up and decided to upload them here 😭

Again I'm perfectly okay with people using these!! <:3 I made them for people who wanted other banner, pfps, stimboard, etc options which I made these for that reason! They are open to use with no credit being needed since these are just my random postal 1 gameplay clips that I found silly as well as other stuff!!

Save em and use them all you want <3!!

Also I think postal 1 needs more love cause the game can also be hilarious when playing it. We need more silly postal 1 dude reaction gifs and shit man <3!!

!!REBLOGS ARE APPRECAITED TO SPREAD THESE GIFS OUT SO PEOPLE CAN USE THEM!!

[skyjynxart]

Emergency Commission Sales

I- don��t know where to begin. 

This started as a vet bill fund, but now the situation is just- so much worse, because when I arrived at work yesterday, I was told I am being let go. They were extremely unclear as to why exactly, but as I live in an at-will state, it doesn’t really matter.

I have no job, a massive vet bill to pay, a wisdom tooth coming in, and a car with no heat going into winter. 

I don’t really know what I’m going to do beyond the immediate coverage of vet bills, because I submitted over 140 applications with no response before I finally heard back from this place- there are just more people looking for jobs than there are jobs remotely near where I live, but I can’t afford to survive, much less move. 

Financial Details: One of my cats has one, possibly two abscessed teeth that need removed. I paid $260 for a vet visit, blood work, and antibiotics. I got the quote for what surgery will cost this morning, and they are estimating between $1,175 - $1,715, depending on if he needs both teeth taken out or just one.

I have been putting off my own wisdom tooth removal while I saved up for it, because it will cost $1,100

I don’t know how much it will cost to fix the heat in my car for winter.

My monthly expenses are $460/month because the cost of my medication has gone up after my sliding scale application was denied. I still have to pay $380 of those monthly expenses for November.

As of now, if I forgo my own dental care entirely, and empty my savings entirely, that will still leave me -$851 in the red. Anything that does not go to covering this month’s expenses and Severus’s vet fees will go to either next month’s expenses, or to saving for my own dental needs.

I will be figuring out a more sustainable plan over the next few days, but my current focus is on the immediate issue in front of me.

For the immediate moment, I am offering the following:

25% off my kofi shop using the code SEVVYTEETH . This goes until the end of the month. https://ko-fi.com/skyjynx/link/SEVVYTEETH 

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[shieldbcund]

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬    𝐁𝐢𝐨     𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭?

𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 @𝕜𝕖𝕞𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕖​

[nekrofager]

Just let it bleed, bleed Let it bleed Pour salt into the wounds That you've caused me

Oc; Azrael { He/Him, They/Them }

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Noya feeding you would be too cute <3

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairings: Nishinoya X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.2K

A/n: Hallelujah! My inbox is finally empty🚶🏻‍♀️

Yes! Yes it would be the cutest!

◆ Nishinoya, who spends hours in the kitchen, trying to make your favorite dish, but fails at every attempt; So he has to order it from the restaurant.

◆Nishinoya, who would make a bento for you, decorating it with heart-shaped vegetables and a small pink card with a "To the prettiest s/o in the world" note, slowly putting it on your desk while your distracted, only to see your delighted reaction.

◆Nishinoya, who loves to take care of you when you're not feeling well, getting the best soup for you, and not letting you eat by yourself; And Nishinoya, who would chuckle when you sulk and tell him that you can eat on your own, claiming that his s/o just has to sit back and relax while he takes care of them.

◆Nishinoya, who would get attached to feeding you since his last experience, and uses every opportunity to feed you again, even when you're outside the house.

◆Nishinoya, who would tease while feeding you. Whenever he raises the spoon and you come closer to consume it, he suddenly takes it back and eats it himself, making you whine and say how mean he is to you.

◆Nishinoya, who would buy your favorite snacks, and is only willing to give it to you if you let him feed you.

◆And Nishinoya, who would have a bite after you, winking at you and saying that you just had an indirect kiss with him and how he can taste your lips only buy eating with your spoon.

Reblogs are apprecaited! :)

[kittkattnet]

Here’s a finished set of prints I plan to get done in a week or so for the cons I’ll be doing this year.  I can’t decide if I want to get these done as 4x6s, or 11x17s......... any input?

[bun-nnn1]

# 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 .

↷ LMAOOO i finished banana fish. spain but the s is silent. i might make this into a series, like links memories or smth, not sure. have a nice day everyone. -bun

synopsis: he just wants to hold you again, one last time.

(botw) link x princess!reader. (ur zeldas sister aha)

warnings: f!reader fluffy angst ig, main character death ?? yes oui im replaying age of calimity so

inspired by @starbiits fic on wattpad !!

reblogs are apprecaited !! ; lowercase intended <3

little flowers bloomed on the green of the grass, your bare feet gliding over the green.

holding up the royal blue of your dress, careful not to mess it, you were sure your father would be angry if so much of a speck of dust littering the skirt of the dress.

'thank you for coming to see me, link. i know you're busy most of the time with zelda,' you said quietly, sitting next to the hylian champion.

he looked at you apologetically, his blue orbs scanning you're body. he thought you were beautiful, stunning even. she seemed like one of the 3 goddesses in his eyes, it pained him to see you locked in your room, studying old technology, most of the time.

'i'm sorry, y/n. i'd give anything to spend more time with you,' he sighed, placing his hand on yours.

laughing, you shook your head. goddesses, your laugh was so beautiful to him.

'no link, you concentrate on helping zelda, she needs it. she treats you they way she does because you remind her of her own failures. its not you fault, im sorry.'

his normally dulled eyes softened. with the burden of defeating calamity ganon, the stress and pressure of everyone pushing down on him, he no longer has the chance, the time to show emotions.

you, however, changed that.

before link could reply, your sister approached the two of you, a confused glare boring into links eyes.

quickly remembering his own sworn duty to protect princess zelda no matter what, he stood up beside zelda.

zelda looked at you questionably, confused as to why you where outside the palace grounds with out her.

'y/n? what were you doing?' she asked, looking at you, worried.

'i was talking to link, we were waiting for you. im sorry we worried you zelda,' you said, standing up and brushing the grass stuck to your blue dress.

'thats okay, y/n. link, let us go to zoras domain. we must talk to lady mipha.' she stated bluntly, looking at link with cold eyes. 'goodbye, y/n.' she waved, smiling slightly.

-

link eyes widened, gaining back his senses. he shook his head lightly, shaking of an overwhelming feeling of loneliness now taking over him.

he knew this place had meaning, he knew he had been here before, but now he knew who she was.

sighing, he quickly jumped on his horse, epona's back, the rain hiding his tears and epona's trots covering his quiet sniffles, attempting but failing to hold back his tears.

[josai]

chase the dark clouds away

Read on AO3 here!The first thing Tooru sees when he wakes up his that all-too familiar pair of brown eyes.

He blinks slowly, his vision hazy. He reaches out to the side for his glasses, but they’re not where he usually leaves them on his nightstand.

In fact... his nightstand isn’t where it usually is. What’s going on-

“Hey, Tooru. Here.”

Hajime’s voice interrupts his train of thought, and he looks back up at his face. Tooru doesn’t need his glasses to see his favourite smile in the world. It lights up Hajime’s face, and Tooru nods and accepts them. He presses them up on his face, blinking a few times to get acclimatized.

He looks around at the white walls, white curtains, white bed sheets-

Oh, right.

He’s in the hospital.

He gazes down at his leg, which is wrapped up tightly, elevated up off the bed. It doesn’t hurt, but the dull ache in his arm from the IV is probably to thank for that.

But… it’s okay.

Tooru looks up to see Hajime grinning down at him, standing just beside his bed. His best friend reaches for his hand, and their fingers press together with familiarity.

His hands are warm.

What’s he have to be scared of, when Hajime is right here with him?

“Hey…” Tooru starts, but his throat feels dry and scratchy. He swallows once, and tries again. “Hajime… hi.”

Hajime squeezes his hand. “Hey, sleepyhead. My mom told me you’ve been sleeping since your surgery.” Hajime brushes a hand through Tooru’s hair, which he’s sure is a mess, but the soft touch is welcome. Tooru doesn’t usually let him touch him like this - it’s too embarrassing, too close , too soft - but he’s tired and compliant right now so he doesn’t fight it. Tooru closes his eyes and leans into it, so Hajime repeats the motion, soft and careful. “Have you seen the doctor yet? I should probably go get them-”

“No!” Tooru interrupts, tightening the grip on Hajime’s hand, opening his eyes again. “Don’t leave.” Hajime stares down at him, so Tooru continues. “Just… not yet, okay?”

“Okay.” Hajime offers him a smile. “How are you feeling?”

Tooru tries to shrug, but the motion proves a little harder than he’d thought. “I’m okay… it doesn’t really hurt yet.”

Hajime nods. “Mom said it went well.” He laughs, “that’s how she got me to go to school today. I brought your homework for you, too.”

Tooru makes a face at that. “Really?”

“Of course! You can’t get too far behind.” Hajime looks down, smiling shyly. “I also brought you some more stuff.” He lets go of Tooru’s hand, crouching down to grab his backpack and haul it on the bed.

Tooru can’t help but smile. “You did?”

“Yeah.” Hajime unzips the backpack, reaching in and pulling out some folded up clothes. “I saw these at the store… and I know you like being comfy… and I still had some birthday money left...” He hands him the clothes, which Tooru unfolds shakily to find that they’re alien-patterned pajamas, black and green and all sorts of silly but so soft.

“Hajime…” Tooru’s voice is quiet, and soft.

“Also… um, this…” Hajime quickly pulls out something wrapped up in a navy blue cloth. “My mom helped me… it isn’t perfect but I think it’ll taste okay…”

Tooru unwraps it, and-

“You made me milkbread?” His smile grows wide, silly and toothy. Hajime hasn’t set foot in the kitchen since last spring when he set off the smoke detector making some toast.

“Yeah. Well, my mom helped. Oh - and there’s this.” He leaves Tooru’s homework on the side table for later and hands Tooru a light green envelope decorated with tiny hand-drawn volleyballs.

“What’s this?” Tooru asks, flipping it over.

“It’s from the team. Everyone signed - oh, and Makki decorated the envelope. Said it was too boring to have it just be green.” Hajime drops his backpack down on the floor, moving to sit on the bed next to Tooru.

And Tooru opens the card.

The outside of the card is a typical store-bought “get well” card, but the inside is absolutely covered in writing. Everyone from the team has signed the card - even the third years. There’s jokes lining the sides, Mattsun’s written an entire story about Makki tripping and landing on his face in the cafeteria, and then there’s Hajime’s get well soon - the team isn’t the same without you .

Hajime just smiles softly and takes the card when Tooru can’t read anymore through the tears. He finishes the card for him, reading the rest out-loud for him, reminding him just how important he is.

Just how much the team relies on him.

Just how much Hajime relies on him.

  It’s been five years since that day and Tooru is no less calm when he has to go in for surgery.

It’s only a knee surgery, really - the doctors have assured him it’ll most likely be fine - he probably has nothing to worry about. He should be able to walk on it fine. There’s a good chance he won’t play any competitive volleyball again depending on how it works out, but, it’s fine .

He told his mom no, Mom, you don’t need to come visit, I’m fine.

He’s told his friends seriously, you don’t need to come check in on me - it’s a small thing!

He even tried to tell Hajime that he didn’t need him to come over.

But, well, it seems like after all these years, one thing that has never faded is how well Hajime can read Tooru. So he still shows up after classes, a bag of takeout food in one hand, backpack in the other.

Tooru’s heart flips at the sight of him. Fucking traitor.

“Hajime?” Tooru asks once he’s opened the door. He’s frowning, looking from Hajime’s face to the bag of food. “You didn’t have to-”

“-I wanted to,” Hajime cuts in with a shrug. He steps in and past Tooru, stepping out of his shoes and kicking them into the front closet like he lives here. “I went to that Thai place by my work that you like. That okay?”

Tooru nods slowly, following after Hajime when he makes his way to the living room, dropping himself down on the sofa. He wastes no time in pulling out containers of food, popping off the lids and filling Tooru’s apartment with this delicious aroma that makes Tooru realize how hungry he really is.

Oh, yeah. He’d skipped dinner.

“Yeah. It smells really good.” He sits himself down next to Hajime, who passes him some food and digs in.

The food is hot and tasty. It fills his stomach and helps take the edge off Tooru’s nerves.

Hajime doesn’t rush him into conversation. Like always, he’s smart; he knows what Tooru’s thinking better than Tooru does most days, Tooru’s sure of this. He glances over a few times, but mainly just half-watches the nature documentary Tooru’s got playing on his television.

Tooru’s in the midst of a bite of pad thai when Hajime clears his throat and puts his food down on the table. “You know, I still remember when I went to see you the day before you went for your last surgery.”

Tooru swallows his bite, looking over a little surprised. “Really?” It was a really long time ago, and Tooru didn’t think-

“Mhm.” Hajime sits back on the couch, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah. I had dinner at your house, with your family, but my mom wouldn’t let me stay the night because you had to leave early for your surgery.”

“Oh… that’s right.” Tooru smiles at the memory, resting his plate on his lap. “I remember… Oh my god.” He stops to cover his face with his hands, blush covering his cheeks, “I’d almost forgotten about that. My mom had to pull you out after I’d fallen asleep, didn’t she?”

Hajime snorts with laughter. “She did. You were crying and clinging to me until you passed out, so she waited until then. I was not happy at all, but my mom had threatened me with everything she had if I didn’t come home. And she promised me she’d take me to see you the next day right after school… so I kinda had to.”

Tooru’s smile breaks and he laughs, still red. “And you really came. You brought me those alien pajamas… I wore those every night for the next week.”

“Oh I remember.” Hajime looks over with an incredulous look. “You stopped finally after I complained that you smelled like you’d been to war and back.”

“Well they were comfy!” Tooru moves his plate over to the table, not focused on eating any longer. Hajime’s got his attention now. “You brought me milkbread, too. When did you make that?”

“Oh, I woke up early before school. My mom helped me but she wasn’t too pleased about being dragged out of bed before the sun was up.”

“Before the sun?!”

“Well I had to give myself enough time to make sure it was done right!” Hajime replies, “I was never good at cooking. You know that!”

“But you still made it for me.” Tooru looks down at his lap, feeling shy all of a sudden… vulnerable.

He remembers how scared he’d been and how Hajime had washed all that away with a touch, with his voice . “And you brought me that card, too…”

Hajime snorts and dispels Tooru’s thoughts. “Man, you cried so much that day.”

“Hey!” Tooru pouts and elbows him in the ribs, moving a little closer without really thinking about it. “I thought you’d come here so I wouldn’t have to think about the other surgeries!”

“Oh, your last surgery wasn’t all that bad.” Hajime settles in next to him, reaching over to rest his hand on Tooru’s wrist.

The weight is warm. Welcome.

Tooru’s stomach flips.

“You got to come home right away, and go back to practice not too long after. It was a small surgery… smaller than this one…” Hajime frowns, and his grip on Tooru’s wrist tightens.

“It’s not… it’s not that big…” Tooru says, but words keep twisting up in his throat and his thoughts are getting all fuzzy. Hajime’s close, he’s so close Tooru can smell him, that deep scent of his mixed with that metallic auto shop smell and his body spray-

Hajime’s face twists. “I can’t lose you, Tooru… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tooru’s head is spinning. “I’m not dying, Hajime! I’m gonna be fine.”

He’s not scared, he’s not scared, he’s not-

Hajime goes very still, not moving for a moment. Slowly, he slides his hand down Tooru’s wrist, sending tiny shocks in it’s wake until their fingers touch. Tooru’s hand twitches underneath his before carefully, he laces their fingers together and squeezes tightly.

“You know…” Hajime’s voice drops, low and serious, “I spent that whole day during your last surgery anxious and afraid as to what would happen. I couldn’t be there in the hospital and I hated that so much, because that’s all that I wanted. This time… this time it’s even worse, because...  because…”

“Because what?” Tooru swallows, his heart hammering around in his chest so hard it almost hurts.

“Because… shit, you know, I wanted to do this right? You deserve something cool and special, not just this, me dropping this on you because I’m scared and worried-”

“Hajime,” Tooru interrupts, “Hajime, you’re freaking me out-”

“I love you, Tooru. I fucking love you so much - I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without telling you that because I’ve wanted to, I’ve thought about it every day since we graduated, every time I see you, every time we play volleyball, and I just - I’m thinking about this surgery, and how scared I was back then and now it just feels ten times worse because I love you and - shit, you’re not saying anything, I didn’t read all this wrong, did I?”

Hajime’s voice trails off, nervous and afraid. Tooru’s heart is somewhere between his throat and his chest cavity as he processes, frozen, eyes welling up with tears before he even realizes what’s happening.

Hajime loves him? Loves him? His needy best friend who is great at getting hurt, who doesn’t know his own limits, who makes Hajime sit around and watch shitty alien documentaries and go with him to the planetarium every year even though Hajime prefers the dinosaur exhibit? Hajime, who is strong and handsome and reliable, who always gives one-hundred percent no matter what?

He loves him ?

“Tooru?” Hajime’s voice is soft, and he leans a little closer, lifting his free hand to brush away some tears with his thumb.

When did Tooru start crying?

“Hey, Tooru, it’s okay, you know-”

“ Hajime, ” Tooru whimpers between tears, trying to swallow down his sobs because he needs to talk, “Hajime, Hajime, I love you too-”

Hajime laughs, his voice warming up, body pressing closer. “Yeah, Tooru. I know.”

“ I love you, ” he repeats, laughing through his tears. Hajime wipes away more of his tears and when his vision clears up, he can see Hajime smiling at him, open and honest.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you,” Hajime says, letting go of his hand to pull him into a nice, tight hug. Tooru melts into it, throwing his arms around Hajime and squeezing so tightly, melting away his fears, his insecurities, his anxieties.

Hajime’s always been his safe place, and he remembers-

With Hajime around, why feel so scared?

“I love you,” Tooru says again, because he wants to, and because he can.

Hajime laughs. “I love you too,” he replies, leaning in close, pressing their foreheads together.

God, Tooru loves him so much.

Tooru opens his eyes, gaze meeting with Hajime’s, who is heavy with need and purpose. He swallows, licking his lips, watching how Hajime’s eyes trail the movement.

This time, he takes the initiative.

He leans in closer, brushing their noses together, breaths coming out long and slow. He can feel Hajime’s hands shake against him and remembers he’s not the only one who’s scared.

Hajime inhales sharply when Tooru kisses him, slow and shy at first. He presses their lips together gently, and with purpose; he moves slow, pulling back a little. He chuckles breathily when Hajime chases him, wanting more.

He’s happy to give it to him.

They kiss some more, gaining confidence, familiarizing themselves with each other. Hajime tastes smooth and rich and it reminds Tooru of everything Hajime makes him feel-

Accepted, loved.

Safe.

Hajime pulls him in nice and close and that’s how they stay for the entire night. And honestly? Tooru couldn’t have thought of a better way.

  When Tooru wakes up the next day following his surgery, it’s late.

The curtains on the window next to his bed are drawn wide open, moonlight streaming in. He blinks a few times, giving himself a minute to adjust to his surroundings.

He sees the blank, white walls, those white sheets, and-

Hajime.

He’s lying down half on Tooru’s bed, face pressed against the sheets. He’s clutching Tooru’s hand tightly; his hand twitches when Tooru moves his fingers. He’s dozing, eyes closed and expression light, wearing the same clothes he was in when he dropped Tooru off this morning and promised he’d be there when Tooru wakes up.

Tooru turns his attention over to his leg, a little afraid. He went into this surgery knowing it’s risky, knowing there’s a chance that it won’t go over well-

And holy shit, his leg hurts. He winces as he tries to move it, tries to wiggle his toes and pain blossoms up his leg but-

His toes move.

One at a time he wiggles them, his leg moving slowly, but still moving. Responding.

He can still move them. It worked.

He thought he’d been out of tears but it seems not as his eyes start to water, tears streaming down his face before the sobs start. He tries to quiet himself, muffling his cries with a hand over his mouth but he can’t , he’s so relieved, so relieved-

“Tooru?” Hajime sits up, woken by Tooru’s cries, looking at him with a concerned, serious expression. “Hey, are you okay? Should I call the nurse-”

“ Hajime ,” Tooru cries, reaching for him and Hajime wastes no time in climbing up on his bed for a hug. Tooru clutches to him and shakes, crying into his neck. “I’m… I can move it still, Hajime. I - I can -” He laughs as he cries, pulling back from Hajime and giving him a huge, blinding smile.

Hajime laughs, barely containing his own tears.

They hug again before Hajime pulls back, grabbing his bag and giving Tooru a new set of gifts.

A pair of alien pajamas, gray and purple and even softer than the first pair.

A piece of milkbread, a recipe that Hajime now knows by heart.

His college work, and a card.

A card signed by his college volleyball team, this time with “I love you - Hajime” signed right in the middle.

This goes out to @miya-atsumu-miya-osamu! Thank you for so much support and help lately

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[symphonyofthewrite]

If These Walls Could Talk (Ch3)

Fandom: Castlevania Netflix

Summary: Vampires do not have reflections, and castles do not have hearts. But Dracula is no ordinary vampire, and Castlevania is no ordinary castle. If castles can fight, maybe they can think too.

The series, and Adrian’s childhood, told from the perspective of the castle.

Chapter Summary: “‘Alucard’, they called me. The opposite of you. Mother never liked that. Did you know that? She hated the idea that I might define myself by you. Even in opposition to you. She loved us both. Enough that she wanted us to be our own people. Living our own lives. Making our own choices."

Notes: Hey, thank you so much for all the likes!! If you could reblog and/or leave a comment too it would be greatly apprecaited!!

Chapter 3: “Alucard”

The castle doesn’t like it when Adrian leaves.

Adrian is a child of both worlds, so he must walk in the day every once and a while. He cannot stay in the castle, in the night, forever; he must travel outside the room, feel the sunlight without the glass. He must understand his mother’s people; his human half. A glass half full is a glass half empty, and he understands his duty to fill in the blanks where humanity is supposed to be.

Castlevania is unsure. Afraid, perhaps. It does not know much of humanity…but it does know that their blood tastes sweet, their words sound sour, their hands feel bitter. It knows they are not likely to treat the son of the vampire king with kindness.

It knows of only one human whose touch and words are sweet without taste.

If his mother can be kind… is it possible other humans can be too? Or does being a mother simply necessitate kindness? Is it possible there is more to them than sour speech and the bitter fists? That they are more than just something to fill its master’s appetite and quiet his boredom?

Lisa tells them all so. She gathers her family in the room, and tells them stories of knights and heroes, witches and villains. Of good kings, and evil priests. Of good gods, and evil queens. Of demons and zombies and the heroes who rose up against them—(and maybe Adrian can be one of them, some day). Of people who have nothing but manage to change the world anyways. Of people who have everything but are empty all the same—(that one started to sound a little too familiar). And not all of the stories are read out of books. Some are real, were history. Some she’d even seen herself. Some were told to her. She said she heard some of the most wonderful ones from a Speaker once. She even made some up. Until Adrian himself formed stories when she wasn’t there to tell them.

Dracula looks out the window at the rain, chuckles to himself at the fact that too many of her stories end happily…but something deep inside his eyes is trying, trying to believe her. To believe there’s truth to these stories, even those she made up. To let the light in her eyes flow into his. He tries to make up his own stories too, sometimes. But the darkness in his presence does its best to swallow the light in her words.

Adrian snuggles up beside her and the gleam in her eyes reflects in his without a second’s resistance. Enough that after a childhood of listening to these stories, begging for his parents to take him outside, he can barely wait to experience it himself.

That’s not to say he never left. She took him out on little trips, letting him take bites of the world out there. Each time he came back with treasures—(well what he considered treasures)—in his hands, and a grin secured firmly to his face, and he’d ask with voice bright and fast as a hummingbird, where they’d go out next, and how long he’d have to wait. Even his father took him out to the enchanted forests and grottos of the world for lessons, but always made sure they were the deepest, most well-kept secrets of the world, where no human would find them.

Well, most of the time. There were times when he came back with tears in his eyes. He’d ask what a What’s a ‘monster’?, and his father would lean down, put his hand on his cheek, and say Definitely not you. Lisa would plead or argue with her husband, but when Dracula would leave, the moon would turn red, and he’d remember what blood tasted like.

But this is different. This isn’t some day trip to come back with trinkets, some night lesson to come back with knowledge. The time it’s stretched out, and stretching them thin.

When he leaves and doesn’t come back that night… that morning…the next…the room tries to speak but finds there’s no breath in it, like it got the wind knocked out of it.

This is a different emptiness from what Castlevania was before. It isn’t a principal, not simply a fact of life. It is an absence. An absence of something living. An absence of a fact of life. A true emptiness in that the room was once full.

It doesn’t take long for the room to know what I miss you means; that absence creates ripples of yearning in its wake. That emptiness aches to be filled. It misses the games he played in the sunlight, it misses the lullabies, the drawings, counting the stars and sitting by the fire, the moments when the family would tell stories to the walls they didn’t know were listening.

It even misses the crying.

The clock tower’s ticking eats away at them from the inside.

And within the ticking, the room, the castle, wonder what the humans will do to him out there.

Will he be a monster in their eyes? An enemy, a beast, an ugly thing? Will they not see the light in his nature, rather the dark that nurtured him?

Will he be a cacophony to their ears, the screeches and howls of undead things, instead of the symphony they know his voice to be?

Will his blood be that of demons and beasts to their noses, and will they cast him out for not being human enough?

Will he be a toy in their hands, just as he played humans-and-vampires, just as he pretended to fight monsters with wooden swords?

…But he is alive, and living things ought not be played with, for they cannot be imagined into something they’re not.

And if he is a toy to them…what will they make of him? Will they imagine him as a human like them? Or will they imagine him into a monster he is not? Will they realize he is neither? Will they think he needs the night when he is perfectly fine in the day? What stories will they tell of him?

Castlevania has not met many humans. But those it has were prone to make monsters out decent men, and weapons out of instruments of peace.

Will the humans’ mouths be forked and deadly as ever? Will their hands be weak and empty as ever? Will they assess him as fuel for their ever-greedy fire? Will they take the life—they who have so much of it, take the single life they have here, the one that brought it to them all—and crush it out of him, figuratively or literally?

Will they bully him, and scorn him, and lie to him, and cheat him and hate him and…hurt him?

The room twists and spirals in its thoughts, as if going down a hill, and throbs at the last word.

Or… says the castle softly, Will they welcome him? Will they understand him? Will they see him as we have? As he truly is? Will his light withstand the darkness in them? Can he bring life to these bloodthirsty beasts?

When Adrian returns, what—or who—will he be?

The castle and the room wonder, and wait, and question, and long for him as they are left in the dark, holding their breath until breath itself is but a fleeting memory.

They couldn’t say how long it had been since he left, it could have been a lifetime. But one day, as black and white as the rest, the morning comes with spreading color, and breath tumbles into the deepest corners of the room again.

They are equal parts nervous and eager to hear the stories he has to tell; for these monsters and men are more than toys.

And he does have stories to tell.

Out there, adventure exists in more than just books. Out there he can learn without charts and lectures; he can learn by doing, by experiencing. He can put to use, and to the test, all the spells and techniques he practiced indoors. Out there the scenes that were pictures before are real, are alive—the rain licks and the snow bites, the grass whispers as the wind sings its haunting melody, and the rivers join in response. Out there he can smell the trees, and flowers, the campfires, listen to the howls and chirps of the animals, and feel the sun on his skin without the glass to separate them. Taste the world. And out there the heroes and villains are animate too—he can speak to them, and won’t have to dream up their responses. He can make friends and enemies out of words and actions instead of wood and clay. Out there the threats, the demons and monsters are real too, and he has to fight them with something sharp—be it his pen or his sword. Out there, imagination is a weapon against reality. Out there he doesn’t have to imagine his world to life because it already is. And he is alive in it…this is his life that he is finally living.

That is what a life is. The idea echoes in the room.

(If this is a life…are we alive? The room asks.

Alive isn’t the same as life. Castlevania mutters softly, and doesn’t explain.)

And, amongst all the adventures they learn that while he walked the world a spell, his mother’s people gave him a new name:

“Alucard.”

Alucard. The reverse of Dracula.

They looked at him, they listened to him, they spent time with him and they understood—(breathe again and be still, they understood)—they understood that he was not the dark and the cold and the death his father is. In fact, they thought that he was so different from his father that this reversal must be his name.

The room is proud of him, happy for him, relieved, for this was its purpose, its hope. Relieved to have him back—more full of life and light than ever.

Lisa, while always proud of him, doesn’t like the name. She named him after all, it makes sense that she wouldn’t appreciate a dismissal of the name she chose. But…there’s more to it than that. She doesn’t want him to be defined by his father. She doesn’t want him to be a difference, a reverse. She wants him to be himself. Him and his father to be different people. She wants them to be themselves; not dividends, fractured pieces of one another put back together in different orders.

(But aren’t we all fractured pieces of each other? Don’t we take fragments of each other to make up ourselves?)

This is a strange thought to Castlevania, for it has always been defined by Dracula, and never minded, but perhaps mirrors ought not mind their reflectors. Adrian is no mirror. Still, the castle has always compared the boy to his father. The room was always meant to be the opposite of the Dracula, of his castle. The boy’s very existence has always spelled the reverse of everything they knew. Its only fitting the boy would be a reversal of his father.

‘Adrian’ is a nice name…but ‘Alucard’ fits like a tailored suit.

Adrian likes the world. Makes sense, he likes the sun, the day, the mirrors, the books, the stories, the people.

But what doesn’t make as much sense, and what’s more important, is the world likes him. At first its strange, but as the castle thinks about it more it makes sense; they may have come with pitchforks before, because they didn’t like Dracula. …But Alucard is not Dracula.

The room breathes deep, more alive than ever. And, as its master returns, tells his story, the room learns too.

Castlevania may be able to move for its master, but the room is stuck in its place. It cannot see the rest of the world like the boy can. It understands now that Alucard being different from Dracula also means that he cannot stay inside like his father does. That though it hurts when he leaves, the room can never be everything he needs the way the castle can for Dracula. That he is made for something bigger than four walls…even if those four walls were part of what made him.

It understands that breath cannot be a constant for it. That its master will leave, and the room will be hollow and ache for certain periods of time. This is a fact of life. This is what living is.

But it also understands that he will always come back. This isn’t something it reasoned or multiplied out. This is just something it knows within the oldest parts of it; that they will never be apart forever.

Now that the room is alive within the castle it will always be its own existence. Even if it’s empty, even if it gets broken and battered, it will always be the universe they built for him, a universe can’t be destroyed by mortal hands. It can never be fully erased as long as Alucard lives.

(…And Castlevania understands that is dangerous.)

The room understands that though life was always a stagnant thing for the castle, it is more dynamic and elusive for it. It will go through periods where there is nothing in that room, and the emptiness will throb, but in the same way that Alucard has the kind of life Dracula could never have, the room will have the kind of life the castle could never have.

The room’s breath will ever be catching itself and falling, like a dance, as if always during the most exiting part of a story.

[destiny-islanders]

sorry im a bit late but do you want me to deleat the things i reposted on my tumbler from you? P.s sorry for the bad spelling

There’s a difference between reposts and reblogs!

Reblogs (which are shared directly from me) are great! Reposts (where someone saves my doodles to their own devices and then posts them directly on their own account) are not.

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(If you're unable to donate but can share that would be so deeply apprecaited! <3 ) Hi everyone, These have been the hardest 3 months of my life and every day is a struggle in a way I wouldn't even have been able to imagine before this. 

On 12/11/2019 my fiance died of suicide. And my entire life changed and the floor fell out from underneath me. 

Since then, i have gone through Christmas, my birthday on 12/30, New Years, and our anniversary on 01/08, and Valentine's Day without my love. 

Tragedy struck again. My grandmother died on 01/07/2020. 

My grandfather soon after on 02/15/2020. 

Some days I just can't even breathe - i have had no time to catch up or recover. 

On 02/20/2020 I adopted Lup, a new puppy, who I named to honor my late fiance. It’s a reference to my late fiance’s favorite character from The Adventure Zone. This little wonderpup is meant to help with the grief that myself and my other dog Phoebe are both struggling with. 

But she was Parvovirus positive and wasn't presenting symptoms. I had no idea. She was diagnosed on Friday 02/28/2020 and has been at the emergency veterinary hospital ever since. The bill to HOPEFULLY save her life is just under $5000. 

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[robboyblunder]

Because of Bendy, cuphead, and other cute toon characters I wanted to make one of my own so here’s my own small cutie named Mid-knight! :>

He’s a living suit of armor that gained sentience one day when a star shard from a meteorite fell from the sky into an old battlefield, accidentally fragmenting off and landing in a leftover suit of armor. Having polished up since and trying to get knack for living, Mid-knight serves to protect the innocent and keep evil at bay!

unfortunately, his tiny stature is what got his previous wearer killed in the first place, so our mid-sized knight (thus the name hehehe) gets into all sorts of trouble bigger than he can handle far too often. Thankfully, the magic star shard protects him and keeps him alive, and slowly but surely Midknight is learning to unlock it’s powers...

His favorite things are being polished/waxed (it’s like a good massage), and life (he thinks living things are pretty cool! he just wishes he understood them)

(please don’t repost or use my character, and leave my description; thanks! Reblogs always apprecaited <3)

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it’s that really long “get to know me” post here to clog up your feed below the break

Tagged by @sudoji​ and @apple-cinnamon-roll​

(REQUISITE COPYPASTED RULES): Tag peeps you wanna know better by reblogging this! You guys don’t have to do this, I’m just tagging to show I apprecaite you and enjoy learning things about you)

NAME: i know it ain’t very tumblr to do this but i prefer using solely my username on the (non-facebook) internet, sooooo not gonna answer this one

NICKNAME: someone called me “the resident vaporwave guru” once and that scared me

ZODIAC SIGN: doesn’t matter because the tumblr version of my sign doesn’t reflect me in the slightest

HEIGHT: precariously on the border between tol and average

ORIENTATION: due southwest i checked (idk somewhere on the ace side of things?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: pretty dang single

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: chapstick without question

FAV FRUITS: bosc pears, honeydew and related melons (i once had one that was yellow and tasted like almost-honeydew + a hint of lemon? i think it was called a “canary” but either way it was fantastic)

FAV SEASON: winter. i have been told i’m part penguin

FAV BOOK SERIES: i haven’t read frequently for years, but when i was a kid i absolutely loved Artemis Fowl but i haven’t kept up with that since junior high so really i have nothing to say here wheeeeee

FAV FLOWER: tiger lilies and surprise lilies

FAV COLOURS: shades approaching spring green. favorite color scheme though is royal blue and bright orange, separated by white

FAV ANIMALS: just gonna be unoriginal and say red pandas heck if i know

LAST 5 SONGS LISTENED TO: (with Soundcloud and YouTube links, when available) 1) Woofle - Marble Zone - (SC) 2) Solardo - Keep Pushing On - Keep On - (SC) (YT) 3) PNAU - Chameleon (Melé Remix) - Chameleon (The Remixes Part 2) - (YT) 4) Anamanaguchi - Miku (ft. Hatsune Miku) (MINU MINU Remix) - S/S17 - (SC) (YT) 5) Phoelix - GSPL (i listened to the whole album at once, so it counts as one) - (SC) (YT)

LAST MOVIE SEEN: Baby Driver and i loved every moment of it god that was a good movie they actually used a mashup in the soundtrack and it was relevant to the tone of the film it was great

COFFEE/TEA/COCOA: hot chocolate overall, but i’m starting to really like teas that aren’t standard black tea

AVERAGE SLEEP: 8 hours every night and i still wake up tired every morning

CAT OR DOG: cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats

FAV FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: i really am not able to think of any right now idk what’s up with that

SHIPS: i’m not a shipper, and very few ships out there, canon or otherwise, have ever done anything for me but so far i have loved every single moment that i’ve seen ruby and sapphire together in steven universe

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