#Ask Alucard 🔮

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

The Red Tieflings Bachelors (Rolan and Zevlor) Reacting to You (Tav) Thanking Them

Featuring: Rolan/Tav; Zevlor/Tav

A/N: Just a little something that popped into my mind while working to clear the writer's block. I was feeling very low the last week or two, so I apologize for my inactivity here. And then I was on vacation with my family. Thankfully, I’m feeling better now. (Currently working on Yandere! Alucard Part 4 and the next ask. Yan! Part 4 will probably take a while because it's long-form (not hc), so expect the ask after that to be posted first.) 

Rolan

🔮 It was just another bustling day in Sorcerous Sundries when you decided to stop by,  a newfound magical item in hand. To no one’s surprise, it appeared your favorite tiefling wizard was too busy sorting through the inventory of Ramazith's Tower to man his shop, seeing it was his programmed illusion who greeted you with a relatively uncharacteristic amiable tone.  

“Welcome to the Sorcerous Sundries. Is there something in particular you’re looking for today?” 

Knowing Rolan, in reality, his body was pacing around Razamith’s Tower, nearly tearing his hair out, as he obsessively mumbled, sorting through the piles and piles of books and scrolls Lorroakan had gathered in his time. The compelling image in your mind was such a stark contrast to the one before you, that you bit your lip to prevent your signature mischievous smile from dawning across your face. 

“I believe Rolan left something upstairs for me.” 

The illusion looked at you, eyes narrowed, presumably scanning its programming for an appropriate response. Yet, just as Rolan’s Projection opened his mouth to speak (in all probability to deny you entry) your conversation was interrupted by a boisterous halfling patron, hoisting an item that he declared comprised of defective magic. 

Never one to waste a distraction, you took the opportunity to make your way up the stairs of Sorcerous Sundries to its second floor and into the correct portal leading to Razamith Towers. 

Upon entering the portal, you were met with the familiar sound of Lia and Cal bickering with none other than the new proprietor of Sorcerous Sundries himself. 

“If you simply spoke to them instead of pining inside this tower all day and night…” Lia went straight to the point as usual. 

“I am not pining!” You could hear Rolan answer, in his usual defensive tone. 

“I think what Lia means to say is, it would be easier for all involved if you were to simply ask them-” Always the mediator, Cal must have jumped in. It did not surprise you, seeing as how he was rather skilled when it came to talking his siblings down. 

“Ask who what?” You interrupted, the concrete visage of Razamith’s Towers finally greeting you. Despite having known the tiefling family for months now, you were always amused by their antics. “Does Rolan have his heart set on an apprenticeship with yet another asinine wizarding master?” You had a feeling Cal and Lia were referring to something else entirely, but you’d prefer to speak to Rolan alone about that. 

Rolan rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by both your sudden presence and your insistence on teasing him. “I no longer require a master, nor a teacher. Lorroakan gathered enough magical books and knowledge within these walls for me to teach myself all I could ever wish to know.” Behind him, his pointed tail lashed sideways, always ending with an upward flick of the point. To a fellow tiefling, his irritation would have been quite obvious. Then again, you were not a fellow tiefling. 

You nodded, ignoring Rolan’s wilful tone. You had become accustomed to his many displays of false irritation and indignation. More often than not, your headstrong ally was more bark than bite. “That may be,” you continued. “But in case it isn’t, I’ve brought you one more tome for your collection.”

Rolan’s entire posture, tail included, stiffened upon hearing your words. The tiefling wizard was in disbelief. A gift? For him? But, why?

Lia smirked, before elbowing Cal, whose own knowing expression soon followed suit, spreading across his face. Nodding to each other, two brother-sister duo walked off, leaving you and Rolan alone, standing in a near deafening silence. 

“It’s a tome on the origins of The Weave, or, at least I think it is. That’s what Gale told me anyway.” 

Rolan's previously erect shoulders slumped at the mention of your former traveling companion’s name. “Ah yes, Gale, The Great Wizard of Waterdeep. How is he faring these days?” 

“Better,” you answered honestly. “It seems not living with a ticking time bomb just inside your chest does a man some good.” 

Rolan brushed off your attempt at lightening the mood, pushing past you to a stack of unsorted books piled on an end table to your left. “I assume the two of you have kept in touch then?” 

“Rolan!” You mock gasped. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” 

“Pfft, you’ve clearly let the title of Hero go to your head. Why would I be jealous of a mere professor at Blackstaff Academy when I possess an entire library of magical writings, a shop full of magical items, and several arcane cannons to defend all of the former?” 

“He’s a very respected professor, and there’s something to be said for enjoying the simpler things in life.” 

Rolan scoffed once again. “He had the power to be a God and turned it down. After enduring all your group did, taking on the shadow curse, fighting the goblins, destroying the Absolute, a job instructing ungrateful, know-it-all brats hardly seems like a reward.” 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Well, it’s what Gale wanted. But I do have to wonder,” you slowly stalked towards the red tiefling, “If a very coveted and respected position of authority isn’t something you'd consider a reward, what exactly qualifies as recompense to the mighty Wizard of Razamith’s Tower?” 

Slowly, you trailed a finger up along Rolan’s robed arm, delighting in the little gasp that slipped from his lips. 

He both hated and loved how you could make him feel like this. How just one word, one look from you could leave him a needy, wanton mess, how he longed for you to step even closer, for his body to press up entirely against yours. In the back of his mind, he imagined what it would feel like for your strong weathered hands to run down his red infernal skin, but that time, with no gloves or thick robes in the way. 

Rolan was certain you knew the degree of power you held over him. He was sure you delighted in pushing and prodding at his buttons, drawing out each one of your visits with flirtation and playful verbal sparring.

“What… about…a…?” you enunciated each word with another swipe of your finger across his robe’s velvety material, your face moving ever so slowly closer to his. 

Finding his composure, Rolan shrugged off your advances with a shaky sigh. “Spit it out already. I don’t have all day.” Defiantly, he turned to face you, calling your bluff. His lips were mere inches from yours: red, plump, and just begging to be kissed. 

Never one to back down from a challenge, you continued to press forward, pressing your lips to his. 

With a breathy sigh, Rolan’s tension melted away as he melded his mouth back onto yours. 

Reaching up with one hand, you cupped the back of his head, ever so gently pulling him even closer to you. 

Rolan moaned into the kiss and moved to grab your waist, but before his hands could secure you in his grasp, you stepped away just as smoothly and silently as you had stepped forward. 

Embarrassed and flustered, Rolan flashed you his pointy teeth in a frustrated groan. “Why must you tease me so? Have you not grown tired, frequently coming here just to pester me?” 

You beamed, proud to see your previous suspicions confirmed. “No,” you stated, matter-of-factly. “It’s too much fun! Besides,” you held the book out for him to take. “You didn’t seem all that excited about my earlier thanks, and that simply wouldn’t do.” 

Rolan rolled his eyes, accepting the tome with a huff, his tail back to swishing violently behind him. “Was that what that was? And here I thought you were trying to come up with new ways to annoy me.” 

“Annoy you?!” You mock gasped. “Surely my kiss was not that bad.” 

“For a ‘thank you’, that kiss was highly inappropriate, it! Well…” he trailed off, his cheeks somehow blushing an even warmer shade of red. 

You tilted your head, encouraging the tiefling to go on. 

Rolan avoided your gaze, pretending to find interest in the book you had just gifted him. His voice was quiet, but also self-assured. “It was entirely too short of a kiss to count as a ‘thank you’. You might as well just have given me a peck on the cheek.” 

Rolan continued flipping pages of the tome, doing his best to act uninterested in your kiss and your presence, even though the both of you knew all too well it was a lie. 

“Don’t worry,” you started to take your leave, giving Rolan a playful pat on the shoulder. You paused for a moment, leaning into his ear to whisper, “I’ll make sure the next time I pester you goes more in your favor.”    

Watching your form retreat into the portal, Rolan brought a finger to lips, just ghosting along the surface you had latched onto not seconds before. 

Emerging from their eavesdropping positions, Cal and Lia could not help but give Rolan a pair of mischievous smiles. 

Watching as the whirls of the portal spun around you, you overheard one last bit of conversation just before your body was transported back to the upper floor of Sorcerous Sundries.

“Not one word,” Rolan warned, his stern body language failing to conceal the pleased sound within his voice. 

“Told you to just ask them out.” 

“Lia!” 

Zevlor

⚔️ It had been some time since you defeated The Absolute. Of course, despite the changing season, much of Baldur’s Gate was in need of repair and renovation. While Halsin had taken many refugees to his new settlement in Reithwin, a part of the former Shadow-Cursed Lands, many chose to remain in the city and restart their lives there. Being a frequent flyer of the city yourself, you found it easy to visit those who chose to stay behind. One such individual, a former Hellrider called Zevlor, was someone you found yourself visiting more than the others. 

You shifted the rather large rectangle basket within your grasp, moving it so it rested within the crook of your left arm as you freed your right hand, before raising it to knock upon the unmarked door before you. Faintly, you could make out whispered gossip floating up from the stairs behind you, but you paid the hushed voices no mind. Sure, to outsiders it may have seemed odd that the savior of Badlur’s Gate was so keen on visiting the same acquaintance, one who resided in such simple dwellings, but to you the luxury afforded as a hero and adventurer paled in comparison to a good conversation between friends. 

‘Friends’. The word echoed in your head, like a schoolmarm repeating the dishonest words of a misbehaved child. 

In truth, you found yourself more drawn to the older paladin than perhaps you’d like to admit. You found your admiration and respect for the former Hellrider only grew with each passing visit, and now, there was hardly a day the tiefling did not fondly cross your mind. 

Then again, those silly girlish feelings would no doubt ruin the peaceful nature of your current relationship with Zevlor, so you pushed them aside in favor of maintaining a friendship while pining rather than speaking your truth and risking having no relationship at all. 

Hearing a shuffle of objects on the other side of the door, you smiled and released a breath you didn't know you were holding. It was just like any other day, there was no reason to get nervous now. 

“Ah, Tav,” Zevlor opened the door with a soft smile, “Right on time, as usual.” Always the gentleman, Zevlor stepped back, holding the door open for you. 

“My parents always said punctuality is a virtue,” you smiled, remembering their words fondly. “As much as I try to embody their lessons, this life doesn’t present many opportunities to do so, so I like to fit them in where I can.” 

Zevlor hummed, closing the door behind you. “They must be proud of you. Not every parent can claim their daughter is one of the great heroes of Baldur’s Gate.” 

Walking over to the settee just beyond the door, you took your usual spot seated on the right-hand side of the rather cramped sitting area. Despite being inside Zevlor’s home many times, you still found yourself amazed at how the tiefling managed to move around without knocking his tail into everything. 

The furnished room Zevlor currently resided in was a single-room loft, settled above a rather quaint little cafe spot in the lower part of the city. It wasn’t much, and it had very little privacy, especially for visitors, but that was little concern of yours. And despite Zevlor’s constant apologies for the small space, you felt more at home seated inside his little apartment than you did your camp at times. 

In the corner opposite the door, a cast-iron stove and a washing basin with a faucet were secluded just beyond a shutter-style room divider. You knew from previous visits that was where Zevlor always warmed the kettle for your meeting tea. Next to the settee you were seated on was a single dresser, about waist high. Upon it sat the few various plates and utensils Zevlor used daily as well as the collection of mismatched tea cups and teapots. And despite never seeing the inside of them, you assumed the drawers of the dresser housed his clothing and armor. Although, you must admit you were rather curious as to how he got his chainmail and breastplate to fit. 

Directly across from the settee, on the opposite wall was a twin-sized bed, undoubtedly too small for the tiefling paladin, even if he was never one to complain. Zevlor always kept it neatly made, the sheets all tucked in evenly, almost as if no one had slept in it the night prior. You supposed he had no choice, if he wished to entertain guests, as there was no way for their eyes to avoid it. Then again, a part of you had a feeling that order and precision were just key elements of who Zevlor was. Despite no longer being a Hellrider, and having long broken his oath as a paladin, several of his attributes like discipline and respect went far beyond any former occupation or title. 

Setting your surprise gift onto the wooden coffee/dining table before you, you answered Zevlor’s observation with a much more melancholy smile. “I’d like to think that, if they were still here, that yes, they’d be proud.” 

Taken aback by your revelation, Zevlor’s face fell before he recanted. “Tav, forgive me. I did not know your parents had passed. But I do still believe that regardless of where their souls may be now, they are looking upon you with pride.” 

Careful not to accidentally knock you with his tail, Zevlor retrieved the teapot, ready with tea already steeping, and two of the mismatched cups, before he returned to be seated next to you. 

Due to the tight nature of the room’s layout, and the small stature of the settee, every visit between the two of you resulted in your knees touching. In the beginning, Zevlor was overly apologetic, insisting he could instead sit on the bed, and allow you to have the sofa all to yourself, but you insisted the proximity was more than fine. You knew many people still saw tieflings as devils, monsters, or hellspawns, but you were not among them. The tieflings were just like any other race you had encountered on your journey: they were simply doing their best to survive. 

If anything, the hardships Zevlor and the tiefling refugees endured before arriving in Emerald Grove only made you respect them more. You were no stranger to hardship. You knew how difficult it was to have to get back up after you’ve been beaten; particularly how hard it was to accomplish the sixth or seventh time around, but it was something Zevlor managed to do with dignity when leading his people. 

You knew he did not see it similarly, his mind having been temporarily corrupted by The Absolute, but you would have fared no better if it was not for The Emperor’s intrusion. Truth be told, few minds ever could have resisted such a powerful psychic force. And even though several of Zevlor’s former tiefling friends and allies held him in contempt to this day, you could not bring yourself to agree with them. 

After the tea had been poured and sipped, your comfortable silence gave way to conversation. 

“How long will you be in the city this time? Any adventures planned for the future?” Zevlor asked. 

“I do have some news,” you admitted, placing your teacup down. “I’ve been thinking of this for a while now, but I needed some time to come to terms with it.” 

Zevlor motioned for you to go on. 

“Well, it’s been nearly seven months since our victory against The Absolute, against Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric Thorm. The former Shadow-Cursed Lands have blossomed into a new hope for so many people. I’ve thought about hanging up my adventurer’s hat. At least for now.” 

“I see. And what will you do with all your spare time? Travel? The Sword Coast has much to see, or so I’m told.” 

You shook your head. “I’ve been thinking of settling down.” You fiddled with your fingers, hands resting in your lap. “Maybe starting a family.” 

“Oh,” came Zevlor’s deflated response. “I see.”  

You placed a reassuring hand on Zevlor’s shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, I love helping people. And I want to continue to do it. But I think I can do it differently, in a way where I can have both, ya know?” 

Zevlor nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes, certainly. It makes sense. You’re young, you want to live life to the fullest but you also don’t want to live it alone. I understand perfectly.” 

Seeing Zevlor’s downtrodden posture, you brought your hand down from his shoulder and placed it on top of his. “The reason I wanted to tell you was because, well, I was wondering if perhaps you’d like to come with me?” 

Zevlor’s eyes snapped up. “I’m- I’m sorry?” 

“I found a house, a cottage in east of Reithwin. It’s nothing fancy, and it’s most certainly in need of some major repairs but there are two rooms. It’d be away from the chaos of the city, in a town itself that is starting anew. I thought, there’d be a chance, you’d prefer those circumstances as opposed to living here.” 

Zevlor swallowed harshly. “I’m not certain what to say. You’ve already been such a help to me and my people. You’ve forgiven me even after… I do not know if such an old tiefling like myself is worthy of such kindness.” 

“Oh Zevlor,” you sighed, pulling the older man in for a reassuring hug. “You deserve this kindness and more. You’ve survived so much, and you’re the reason so many others have survived. You stood up and fought The Absolute’s Army when it descended upon the city. You could have hidden. You knew what kind of power it had, you knew all too well the way it could destroy your mind. But you chose to do the right thing. You’re incredibly brave, and I wish you could hear me say that and believe it.” 

Letting Zevlor go, you could see the faintest bit of water welling up within his eyes. But to further spare the former Hellrider any embarrassment, you thought it best if you took this time to go. 

Standing up, you carefully slid over the rectangle box towards Zevlor before making your way toward the door. 

“What’s this?” Zevlor asked, taking a good look at the box. 

“Oh, I saw them at the market the other day, and I wanted you to have them.” 

“Tav, please,” Zevlor started, his hands held up in protest. “You’ve already given me so much. I couldn’t possibly-” 

You cut him off before he could start his whole self-deprecating spiel up again. “It’s nothing big, just a token. I wanted you to have your own set. That way, even if you don’t wish to come along with me, we’ll be able to use and enjoy them when I come and visit you here.” 

You opened the door, letting yourself out. But before you descended the stairs, you turned to face Zevlor one more time. “I’ll be at the Elfsong Tavern for a few more days, I have some things to get in order, some other people to see. I want you to know we’ll still be… friends if you don’t change your mind. Although,” you spoke, a relaxed smile upon your face. “I truly hope you will.” 

You reached for the doorknob, pulling it closed behind you. 

Zevlor waited, listening to your footsteps as your boots descended the stairs. When he was sure you were not going to return, his clawed fingers moved to carefully remove the top of the box, being mindful not to scratch the contents inside. Once the lid was off, the softest of gasps escaped his red lips. 

Nestled in the box was a matching tea set: one teapot, three teacups, three saucers, one sugar bowl, and one cream pitcher. The rims of everything were painted to look gold, and the main design itself was a collection of watercolor flowers, each very dainty yet boldly elegant. 

Gently, one of Zevlor’s hands grazed over his knee on the part where yours rested against his just moments ago. 

“Friends,” Zevlor spoke aloud. The word repeated inside the Hellriders mind. But unlike the commanding voice of The Absolute, it was soft and sweet and entirely in your tone. And in its echo a second word emerged, although similar in sound and nature, the weight of it felt differently settled upon his heart. 

‘Family,’ Zevlor thought looking down at the tea set you gifted him. ‘Yes, I do think I would like that.’ 

A/N 2.0: Can you tell how much of a soft spot I have for Zevlor? Related Fun fact I took a BG3 personality quiz once, and it said that I’m him due to my longtime suffering and constant masochist desire to keep doing the right thing even though life punishes me for it…

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🏳️‍⚧️ Hey, I'm Tate! I'm a 24y/o dyslexic trans writer of LGBTQ speculative fiction! I joined Tumblr to find other writers and engage in the community, especially since Twitter is pretty much on its last legs LOL 🏳️‍🌈

📚 I love talking about tropes and world-building, especially in fantasy worlds/series. My fave genres are fantasy, sci-fi, paranormal, horror, and romance (so long as it's in a fantasy world)! 🔮

🥀🦇 My fave tropes are enemies to lovers, grump x sunshine, and possessive mates 🐺 🌙

I also co-run Greykin Press, a new, small press for LGBTQ and POC creatives!

About my writing

I write LGBTQ speculative fiction following queer characters, specifically gay male leads and trans male leads.

My writing is always character-driven. I absolutely love world-building, and all my stories are packed with lore.

I love demons, vampires, and werewolves, and most of my main characters are either one or a combination of two or more of these things.

Although I write long, epic series most of the time, I do have a few standalones and duologies.

About my blog

I'm totally open to asks and finding mutuals.

Promo'ing my Kickstarter is probably what I'll be posting about the most, but I promise to post about my other works, too 😂

My Books/Series

Nosferatu:

A gothic, gay dark fantasy-romance series set in the alternate 1800s. Alucard, the son of Numen Lucifer, and Zalith, a demon descended from an ancient bloodline and born into old money, embark on a long, gnarly quest to rid the world of the gods who wish to hunt down and use Alucard as the god-killing weapon he was created to be.

Currently an 8-book ongoing series!

[Gothic fantasy, dark fantasy, gay romance, sci-fi fantasy, paranormal, demons, vampires, werewolves, thriller, enemies to lovers, grump x sunshine, possessive mates]

(I only have covers for books 1-4 at the moment LOL)

Greykin Mountain:

A paranormal-werewolf series set in alternate modern-day Alaska. Jackson, the main character, heads out there in search of his friend, Wilson, who went missing after following a case that said 'wolf walkers' might be real and living in the mountains of Greykin. But he quickly discovers there's a whole different world out there.

Currently a 2-book ongoing series (taking part in Wattpad's serialization program)

[Werewolf, horror, mystery-thriller, gay romance, zombies, sci-fi fantasy, demons, possessive mates]

The Atrophy of Clementine Darlington:

A dark academia gothic horror set in alternate 1980s England. The war left the land ensnared in depravity and poverty, and as a result, Clementine's small village has fallen victim to an experimental plague. Now, he only has 6 months to find the creators and get his revenge. But he's led to Aldergrove Academy, a place where students fight to the death over a chance to be granted access to the New World.

[Dark academia, gothic horror, mystery-thriller, paranormal, gay romance, new-adult, demons, werewolves, sci-fi fantasy, enemies to lovers, grump x sunshine]

A duology.

Where else to find me:

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Disclaimer: Most of this is from this post ;; some more info about his story can be found here

Name : Alucard

Age : 22

Height : 6'0 I made that up on the spot 🥲

Gender : Cis Male

Sexuality : Bisexual male leaning, he has a very specific type when it comes to girls

Pronouns : He/They, It/It's, He/Him

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Alucard is a very figety person and can normally be seen messing with his hair. He prefers colder animals which was an accident since he first liked spiders and snakes for the aesthetic but grew to love them.

His father conducted inhumane experiments onto him, giving him the telekinetic powers he has. Because of his father he has a fear of the doctors and the hospital.

He doesn't like math nor the warmth or sun due to his sensitive, and bad eyes. Because if this it naturally makes him have a preference to the cold. He has 'fancy' clothes which are normally made by hand, theyre designed to help him get rid of his absolutely horid posture.

He also owns a Mexican red knee tarantula, Buba, and a boa, Moshi. He prefers to listen to what I call, breakdown music, and rock. He does like to listen to the occasional old timey love songs though, he's a sucker for old romance music like We Belong Together and Mayonaka No Door, it was a song he discovered via Hanzou so it's a bit of a comfort.

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He hasn't talked to the others after the incident but does check up on them every so often, he prefers hiding with his pets and dreads having to to outside for things like food. He also feels intense guilt for what he did and because of that guilt he has trouble talking to others, he stumbles on his words and eye contact is a lot more difficult than it used to be.

Speaking of the incident, because of the guns loud noise he ended up being partially deaf in his left ear and his left eye having blurry eye sight, his glasses not only protect him from the suns fury but they help his last remaining bit of eye sight.

He'd like to talk to the remaining goth punks like Cyclops, who's paralyzed in the left side of his face and the other 2..henchmen...he sadly forgot their names as time passed but hed love to speak to them one day but due to his distaste for the sun it makes traveling difficult. Cassandra is presumably dead but they never could find her body...

[purple-stitchings]

Just because I'm a bit curious (✿^‿^)

send ❤ to just. grab my muse and kiss the HELL out of them. just do it.

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Mothmom’s Masterlist (as of 03/15/23)

🔮 ★ 💗 Masterlists 💗 ★ 🔮

Key:

HC = Headcanons (most asks)

OS = One Shots, Ficlets, Drabbles (stand-alone pieces longer than bullets)

CS = Longform & Chapter Stories

CYOA = Choose Your Own Adventure (parts where Reader, s/o, makes different actions to appeal to different, separate characters)

Hot! = Adult/NSFW Content

🧛‍♀️ Castlevania 🧛‍♀️

Longer Form (One-Shots) & Chapter Stories:

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her

OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader

OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader Part Two

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!

OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard

OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast

OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3

OS: Trio saves Werewolf!Reader from cruel vampire owner

CS: Sacrificial Family: A child is sacrificed to Dracula by their cultist parents. Completely aghast by this abhorrent behavior displayed by who should be your caretakers, the vampire, and his wife decide to adopt them. But welcoming a new addition to the family when you compose of a human doctor, vampire lord, and dhampir child isn’t as easy as it seems. Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Choose Your Own Adventure:

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series (3 Parts)

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: The trio member of your choosing brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

Quizzes:

What Castlevania (Netflix) Character Are You Most Compatible With?

Trio:

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

Alucard

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

HC: Yandere! Alucard

OS: Yandere!Alucard x Reader

HC: Yandere!Alucard finds girl in coma in the woods & takes her home (½)

HC:Yandere!Alucard when coma girl wakes up (2/2)

OS: Third person in addition to Sumi and Taka finds Alucard tied up with the bodies of Sumi and Taka around him and they have to comfort Alucard

HC: A mother of a dhampir runs to Alucard’s castle for help & he falls in love with them & protects them from her evil vampire ex

HC: Alucard has a long lost mute!sister who’s lost her memory

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but falls for a lonely Alucard

OS: Cho’s daughter comes to avenge her mother, but is captured by an obsessive Yandere!Alucard

OS: A empathetic herbalist reader comes to find Alucard post-S3, and their relationship is like Beauty and the Beast

OS: Kitsune!Reader leaves offerings for Alucard Post-S3

HC: Alucard Getting a Villager’s Attention (Pre-S1)

HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha

Trevor

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!

OS: Trevor and a Poor Vision!Reader outside of Gresit

HC: Confiding in Trevor & Alucard that you like Sypha

Sypha

HC: The worst s/o for the trio to have

HC: Reacting to someone from the future

HC: S/o with chronic pain

HC: How They Spend Valentine’s Day

HC: Falling in love w/ the same s/o & trying to woo them separately

HC/OS &HC/CYOA: Witch Trio Ask Series

HC/OS: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (1 of 3)

OS/HC/CYOA: Realizing they independently fell in love with the same s/o (2 of 3)

OS/CYOA: The trio member of your choice brings you back to the group (3 of 3)

HC & OS: Time Travel Lady Ask Series

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed (1 of 4)

H/C: A lady from the future pranks them & they become obsessed & catch her (2 of 4)

OS: Alucard reflects on the status of his darling and the wedding portrait she pranked him with long ago (3 of 4)

H/C/OS: The lady from the future gets revenge on the trio (4 of 4)

H/C: Trio competes for the same girl/their flirting styles

OS: Reader dies in Castlevania Trio’s arms after declaring their love for them

HC: Trio falling for 4th adopted group member but they’re oblivious to the trio’s flirting

HC: How the Trio spends the Winter Holidays with their loved one

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

OS: The Trio Saves a Werewolf!Reader

HC & OS: Sypha pegs Trevor- Hot!

HC: Sypha Reacting to a Vampire!Child That’s Scared of Her

Lisa:

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa

OS: Modern!Reader jumps into the flames to save Lisa (Part Two) & meets Dracula after rescuing her

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Dracula:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Hector:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Isaac:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

Godbrand:

HC: How The Castlevania Characters Watch the Superbowl

🌙🌠 Voltron: Legendary Defender 🌠 🌚

Lotor:

HC: Lotor with a dyslexic s/o

Keith:

HC: Keith introduces Kosmo to his s/o but he gets jealous of the attention they start to give the space doggo

😈 Monsters/Cryptids/Aliens/Creatures (Exophilia) 👽

HC: Yandere!Nokken x Female!Reader

HC: How would one go about getting Mothman’s attention?

HC: Female!Reader & Meeting/First Date w/ a Merman

❣️⬲Misc. Quizzes:⟴❣️

What Liminal Space Are You?

What Annoying UQuiz-Specific Thing Are You?

Soldier, Poet, King: Who’s Perspective Do You Have?

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"OwO! Sooo, ur the Alucard other me fucked. . Lolz, he's got tewwible taste in men UwUz!! Ur so ugly too lolz!" @years-after-the-incxdent

Alucard stared and scoffed, he crossed his arms,

" Shut up, and he didn't fuck me, it was the other way around dumbass. And at least im not a dirty fucking ginger, now give me back my pico before I punch you "

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"hey, you like kids, don't you? Take it <3" Nene handed the little shit of a child to Alucard and just.. walked off with Darnell. Dw they'll come back for him later.

Pico looked up at Alucard, "..Ew." @years-after-the-incxdent

" Wait what?-"

He just stood there.. offended and grossed out. He liked kids dont get him wrong, he saw them as innocent beams of light but.. pico was a different story.

He held the ugly child against his hip and lightly bonked his head,

" You shut the fuck up, im not the one with a McDonald's forehead you ugly shit. Keep talking shit and you're going in the box "

[fictiveheavy-systim]

I know the answers to most of these as your boy but, I wanna participate <3

☁️

☂️

🥞

🔮

🔮- does anyone wanna share something about their source(s)?

🥞- spill some tea perhaps? 👀

☂️- what are everyone’s hobbies?

☁️- does anyone have a favorite number?

(above is just to give context!)

🦩Matt☁️8 and 7!!!!

💎Simpbur/Wil☁️N/A, but maybe 2. I'm ignoring your gay yearning and answering anyway

🎸Cas☁️66

🖍️sKSRibs☁️12! TWELVe

(🦩Translation: Scribs- 12! Twelve)

🦩Matt☂️ Drawing, making Kandi sometimes, lots of naps-- uhhh making stimboards n stuff obvi! I also like puzzles and a few Nintendo games like Mario and Pokemon! Uhmmmm I do poetry sometimes! :]]

💎 Simpbur/Wil☂️Video games, writing (taking notes and things, not poetry), reading sometimes.

🎸Cas☂️Listening to music, lurking on different social media. I like looking at/making alternative outfits if that counts.

🖍️SKRISB☂️DRAWGING!! AN COLOUR :) OH and d legzo!!!

(🦩Translation: Scribs- drawing! And coloring! Oh, and Legos!)

🦩Matt🥞Some motherfucker (cough Wil) broke the vending machines and we got 6 fuckin bags of Doritos?

💎Simpbur/Wil🥞Not only did Matt eat my Doritos, but that asshole also fucking swallowed a dime, and bit Cig. AND HE KEEPS TRYING TO USE THE ELEVATOR THAT DOESN'T WORK 🦩shhhshhshshhshs....... Sh...... Spill tea about other people..... Shhshshshshsh.....

💎Simpbur/Wil🥞Johnny is gay and yearning and said person that Johnnycake is yearning for is an oblivious dumbass fuckface. Also I did call Jupiter a catboy. Yes, permission was granted to say that shit

🎸Cas🥞The first time I left my room and met everyone (excluding Cig and Roost, I already met them) they chased me around like a rabid animal, under Cig's guidence. Roost obviously also participated because those two are little bitches. Also, the amount of physical fights here is ridiculous. They're all assholes.

🖍️scRibs🥞leTZ scrisbz say fUck!! Let scrisv syats fujdk!

(🦩 Translation: Scribs- let (me) say fuck! Let (me) say fuck!)

💎Simpbur/Wil🔮Nope.

🦩Matt🔮(this is about pseudomemories and the people I used to know then, not any current Tom or Ringo in our or any other system) Now that you specifically ask me no I can't remember anything specific that you haven't already heard. But I HAVEN'T told everyone else about the catstronaut thing. Guys I've been to space fucking twice and Edd brought Ringo into fucking space the second time. Guys, he had a fucking cat suit for Ringo. A little cat space suit. Why? He didn't make it, he just had that shit ON HAND. WHERE DID IT COME FROM. WHYD HE TAKE RINGO TO SPACE WITH US. WHAT?

also I do vividly remember one of the chairs in the dining room broke and the legs came off and me and Tom were beating the crap out of each other with the chair legs like we were sword fighting and it was hilarious (he won, btw). I DO think that's not one I've said to you before so

🎸Cas🔮Not really. I'm gonna get shit on for even existing and answering if I do say shit lmao.. I miss Alucard and Cyril and Hanzou, though.

🖍️scrisv🔮yesys!! rnenber scrizb wasz leonely buts scribzl is lesx loenly noezw!!!! mroe friend zthan befdoer. mikzs old oenz buzt olgd feridns atre rpoblaby okkie!

(🦩translation: Scribs- yes yes! (I) remember (I) was lonely but (I'm) less lonely now! (I have) more friends than before. (I) miss (my) old ones but (my) old friends are probably okay!)

[purple-stitchings]

" I just had a dream I was a straight man, I'm going to have a breakdown "

[purple-stitchings]

╭──╯ . . . . . ALUCARD . . . . . ╰──╮

╔════⋯⇋ {OZZY WIP} ⇌⋯════╗

✎ . . . @ghostly-punk

All art used belongs to, and was made by the WOTGP art team, they're all incredibly talented and they all do amazing jobs representing characters.

I am in no way associated or in support of Yanrinalla, you will be hardblocked if caught supporting them in any way, shape, or form. In regards to multi muses, I'd like if you didn't interact via Vizipop or DSMP muses, I'm just not a big fans in regards to their actions, you're free to interact otherwise!

[purple-stitchings]

Lmaooo why u look like an oompa loompa with that coat 😭😭😭

" I'm sorry, did the bitch with insecurities talk? Maybe go to therapy for those daddy issues and then we can talk. I look fucking great thank you very much "

[purple-stitchings]

Okok I realized how fucked this Alucards story is so ill put it under the cut. Not all of it but just enough to make sense

Alucards mother died shortly after he was born, in a desperate attempt at getting his wife back his father started a long series of tests to try and give Alucard, not the power of telekinesis, but the power of ressurection. It obviously failed and he was given telekinesis instead. Right when he managed to find a way to give him the power he was caught and put in prison.

Alucard never actually met Cassandra, the few times they talked were really short and not that important. But a week before Picos school occurred she said the two had to talk, alone.

After said talk PS happened ect ect. Alucard only played dead though, he was used to pretending to asleep in order to fend off his father so it really wasn't too hard. He was wounded yes but he took care of that himself later on.

He obviously cried over those he considered to be his friends and that's when the previously mentioned resurrection ability kicked in. It did work but only to an extent, he managed to bring back Cyclops and Hanzou but they're both severely scarred because of their cause of death.

When he tried to bring back his Cassandra, who was under a pile of rubble, he had to come to terms that his father didn't work hard enough to make the ability permanent. Theres a chance it all wore off after the two ressurections but he still isn't sure.

His Cassandra wasn't moving but when he went back after helping the others, she was gone.

[purple-stitchings]

What would you say if Pico asked you to be his bf?

" I'd laugh in his face "

Hed say yes and act all nonchalant but then cry and squeal like a schoolgirl in private

[purple-stitchings]

Yo, would you ever date Pico?

" I mean.. I wouldn't object -"

[purple-stitchings]

" If other me keeps calling me straight im gonna fuck his pico again out of pure spite "

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