#awoocard

[nelmyriel]

♡ Castlevania

Art by VRMarie, commissioned by me! 🐺

I decided to expand my mini-scenarios/headcanons with illustrations. First of all, I turned to the idea described in the old post about Awoocard.

Merci to the artist for sharing my enthusiasm and performing true magic!

The sunset version is based on Disney's drawing of Jasmine and Rajah. We just couldn't resist such charming scene!

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks-blog]

Blood Rain

Some art for an up-and-coming Castlevania fanfic.

Ft. Awoocard and a no good, very bad weather experience.

[oxygenisachoice]

Some more fun(but messy lol) alucard sketches from a while back 🌙

[demigoddessqueens]

Awwwww!! 😭😭💕🥹💞💘 bonus if he calls the baby “wolf cub/little cub”

Me, a few days ago:  …how have I not drawn Wolf-Alucard carrying the baby around in a blanket?

Place your bets:  Is he babysitting because he was asked to or is this a ‘I’m watching baby today and you can’t stop me,’ situation?

[apawtheosis]

Had the absolute pleasure of drawing @deusexmedusa’s Castlevania OC and Alucard having a quick fireside rest 🥰

[demigoddessqueens]

I would have liked to have seen more kid!Alucard flashbacks! Him just working at his lil desk 🥺💛

[wygolvillage]

*woofs at you*

[lakeghostwrites]

Trevor misses his old cloak. Not because it reminds him of anyone or anything.

For the first couple weeks it was almost nice. Honestly, it was probably for the best that he didn't think about the mound of white fur. It meant they were keeping busy, slaying monsters and helping people, and there wasn’t time to linger on thoughts of wolves and ghosts. But memories crept in, like water soaking through his boots.

✨ Read on AO3 ✨

[etherati]

Sypha is SUCH A CRITIC and Trevor is an a+++ parent

More doodling with @justsayapple!

[nelmyriel]

[ Castlevania ]

Glad to see I'm not the only one who thinks it makes sense for Maria to be absolutely impressed by Alucard's transformations — especially by Awoocard.

It would be great if Netflix gave her some interesting reactions in such scenes.

(I've already ordered an illustration of my headcanon, where sleeping Maria is leaning against wolfy Adrian, covered with his cape. The drafts are absolutely delighting!)

(By @vrmarie. An approved repost)

Another cute drawings: nekojirou.tumblr.com/post/164254994855 222rn.tumblr.com/post/178912475882

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks-blog]

A quickly cobbled together drawing of Gheara, the Belmont Clan's wolf-dog from my unreleased side fics "In the Shadow of The Valley" and "The Dog Days of Summer."

[deactivated-blog153]

Alucard looks so upset about having to wear this. I can imagine that either kid Maria told him to wear it, and he reluctantly did so. Or he shifted into wolf form and ended up getting stuck in between forms. 

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Resolution

Tension hangs as heavy in the air as your breath. Neither you nor the stranger moves an inch, gray eyes staring into arrogant gold as the world seems to stop around the two of you, the only sound is the beat of your heart in your ears. Your magic gathers and the crystal itches as spreads across your skin, but you don’t care.

The stranger sneers, lips curling over teeth meant to rend throats. You two are kindred, members of the same fae species. He a wolf, and you a rabbit. Historically, battles between those two creatures have never ended favorably on the behalf of the rabbits but when has that ever stopped you? He moves first and he moves fast, you barely have time to register the sword tearing itself from the door before it nearly gives you a new haircut. You dodge, but not quickly enough and end up with a fresh cut on your cheek. The stranger catches his flying sword and makes a show of wiping the blade before he points it at you.

“Last chance Witch, who are you?” he snarls, exasperated. Your ears flick back as your own lips curl into a cocky grin,

“The kind of Witch you don’t fuck with.” as the crystal claims your eye you can feel the distant pride of two Umbra Witches above the panic and echoed fury of your soulbonds. You don’t give the stranger any time to respond, power spiraling out to draw roots from the ground and send them hurtling at your opponent like earthen spears. In a flash of metal they dissolve into millions of perfectly sliced cubes that rain to the mucky ground below. You aren’t given a moment to contemplate what kind of anime bullshit you just saw before he’s going after you with that sword, its all you can do to avoid him and keep your footing on the slick ground. His blade finds your shoulder, only to glance off the patch of crystal growing there. You stagger back under the force of the blow and parry with your own rapidly crystallizing limbs. Your powers are useless here, there is nothing for you to resurrect, and anything you can manage to grow is too sluggish to do anything and quickly becomes mulch beneath that awful blade. You’re running out of ideas and space to retreat, he seems hellbent on driving you away from the house, just when you need to see Mr Tepes the most.

You find yourself thankful for the sullen remoteness of this place, anywhere else and this kind of duel would have drawn unwanted attention. Especially now that you’re spinning webs of thorny vines around yourself in an attempt to give yourself an edge. You’re fading fast, the crystal quickly swallowing what little flash you have left, its getting harder and harder to move, to dodge, to survive. The stranger spots an opening in your defenses and spears you on his blade. You don’t register the crunch of shattering crystal at first, until the taste of blood fills your mouth and splatters your lips as you cough. You wait for the taste of butterscotch to accompany a wave of pain but it doesn’t come. You’re that far gone. You slip on a patch of mud exposed by the scuffle and fall to the ground. The blade is embedded in your torso, not quite to the hilt but then again you could have pushed some of it out but falling.

The stranger stands over you and draws the sword from your body, it rasps against the crystal like it would a sheath. He doesn’t wipe the blade off this time and instead tilts your chin up with the tip,

“Now then,” he says, he’s not even panting. Like all of this was just a Sunday stroll to him. You frown, too weak to do much else. He continues, “What was it you said that you were? Hmm… Oh I remember. ‘The kind of Witch you don’t fuck with.’ he chuckles as if that were the greatest joke in the world. You have no reply really, only a vague sense of disappointment and annoyance that pushes itself through the growing blackness crowding the edges of your being. He says something else, something you don’t catch as a blur of red knocks him off of you and you fall headlong into the darkness.

Standing over your unconscious form is another you. Same hair, same eyes, same ears, paws, tail and so on. But she’s red and she’s whole. No crystal on her skin, no antlers atop her head, her eyes are solid black to match the teeth she bares at the stranger. Blood slicks her fingers and circles her in floating, fat globules like amorphous planets around a vengeful sun. Her name is Diamour, last child of the Lifeblood, rightful Queen of Wonderland, She Who Kept the Hearts of Her Enemies. You call her Queenie, she calls you Hers. Beyond soulbound, you are her phylactery, her lifeforce given form. Should you expire, so would she, and she’s not about to let that happen. The blood around her becomes a battalion of ruby needles that shiver like a porcupine’s quills before diving at the stranger like the loosed arrows of a hundred archers.

He rolls, becoming a wolf as he dodges. She raises one royal hand palm out and the stranger stops against his will, sliding to a halt as he howls in an agony that can only come from having every blood vessel in your body pulled on like puppet strings. There is no remorse in her eyes as she slowly curls her fingers and listens to his screams grow ever louder, bruises blooming on his skin, under his thick coat of white fur. She watches his skin seethe in pain, rippling between one form and the next as blood runs from his mouth and eyes. After a moment she grows bored and leaves him there to bleed, carefully lifting you from the ground to carry you to the mansion. Mr Tepes stands on the porch, eyes wide and haunted as she approaches, he kills her before she has time to speak. She is wholly unbothered by his actions and will respawn in less than a week. Dracula drags you and the stranger inside, and tends to your wounds.

You are left to soak in a bathtub full of the same medicine he’s been giving you. It drains the magic from your body and dissolves the crystal until that’s left is your bruised and tired body. You wake up sometime later, strapped to an operating table, amidst the adrenaline fueled flashbacks of your childhood at the lab, Mr Tepes appears and places his large hand on your head. You are shushed, consoled and reassured until you go limp against the cold metal. Your chest plate is open and likely has been the entire time, you watch him reach in and feel his claw pierce your heart. It doesn’t hurt, but you don’t like the sensation. He draws something, a Glyph you don’t recognize, and suddenly all the magic in your body is drawn into your heart, condensing and spiraling like a tiny storm. It hurts, but you don’t complain. Mr Tepes draws another Glyph and the pain subsides, your magic easing back into where its supposed to be. You relax physically, eyes half-lidded. He closes you up, helps you off the table, and into the den.

The stranger is sitting in the great arm chair in front of the fire, unharmed by the looks of things. You freeze, magic trying to crackle down your spine. He offers you a wan smile,

"That won’t be necessary, Father has explained your… Little arrangement.” he stands, making his way over to you and extending his hand “I’d like to start over if you don’t mind and offer my sincerest apologies, I am Adrien Tepes, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

You shake his hand because its polite, not because you want to. You tell him your name for the same reasons and do not accept his apology, nor do you give him your own. At the earliest opportunity you steal the chair from him and strap yourself in for a lecture, one that never comes due to Mr Tepes feeling as though this ordeal was punishment enough. You ask about your condition and he tells you that its been managed for the time being, and you don’t have it in you to ask any further questions. You pass out in the chair for hours, ignorant to the. .. Spirited conversation between father and son going on in the next room. You don’t want to wake up when you do but people are worried about you and its seriously interfering with the contents of your dreams so you are forced to go home and put them all at ease.

You send selfies first, proof of your current status of well-being. You’re surprised when they decide to photobomb you. You don’t want to leave really but you’ve likely overstayed your welcome ages ago. You wander home like nothing happened and apply yourself to the nearest witch for a much needed cuddle and scolding.

[notachair]

Damn that’s so cool!

awoocard!

An exercise/practice, and fan animation of the Castlevania animated series opening credits, specifically Alucard :)

I really love how the opening is animated! I have been studying (maybe more just observing) a lot of high energy, dynamic animation with impact frames and all that cool stuff, and I had gotten into Castlevania earlier this year. I really wanted to try applying some of the techniques I saw in the opening to something, so I decided to do more fan art, haha!

Even though it is just a super rough sketch, it was a bit hard for me to do, but I am much more comfortable with at least trying it out now than I was before. I learned a lot from this, and hope I can improve a lot more!

Used: Clip Studio Paint EX, Wacom Intuos Pro, my Totoro plushie for emotional support....

[ofimmortalfangs]

awoocard the pristine cotton puff. big woofer with bountiful fluff. the pupper zooms, there he go. don't try to catch up, you're too slow. all are charmed by this canine guise. a princely puff with aureate eyes.

Arikado looks at his monitor and sighs. 

[etherati]

When your humans are cold and the campfire isn’t cutting it :3