#so fun !!!

[carb0n-m0n0xid3]

@theweirdbox123

i wanna do a tumblr experiment

reblog this post with whatever tags you want (include reblog bait if you want) and see how far the post goes

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[qvert]

I going to hell and you’re all coming with me

[pininghermit]

Wifed up on a tuesday

Request: If you are still doing the tropevenia event, can you please write a fic with secret marriage prompt for Adrian Tepes x female reader. ( =＾ω＾)

AN: get this dhampir a wife! Such a fun request

Genre: fluff + Secret Marriage

Pairing(s): Alucard x Wife Reader

Summary: "No one hurts my wife," he said, his voice steady and cold, without sparing a glance back.

"You have a wife?!" Sypha screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as Trevor stared blankly into the void, looking more lost than usual.

You winced at the shriek, gently setting her cup of coffee in front of her. "Nice to meet you," you offered with an awkward smile, unsure if she even heard you through her shock.

Next to you, Adrian cleared his throat, his golden eyes flickering away as a faint blush crept up his pale cheeks. "We have been betrothed for twenty years," he said evenly, though his voice wavered slightly. "It was... a matter of time."

That, of course, did not make things better.

Before you could fully process what happened next, a heavy pile of books toppled onto you, and the sharp sting of a whip lashed across your back.

"Not a curse then," Trevor murmured, standing over you with an expression that teetered between relief and annoyance. From the corner of your eye, you caught Adrian gawking, his face frozen in disbelief.

A bubbling shame welled up in your chest, hot and suffocating. You pushed yourself to your feet, glaring at Trevor. "Indeed, quite human," you snarled, and without hesitation, you swung your fist, landing a solid punch to the oaf’s jaw.

"I am human," you continued, your voice sharp with fury. "At least in part. Adrian and I were betrothed by our parents. And we are now wed."

You could see the dread settling on Sypha's face, her expression torn between shock and dawning understanding. Then you turned your blazing eyes back to Trevor. "You're not welcome in my home. Sleep in the barn tonight."

Adrian's friend or not, no one struck you and got away with it. And if they dared, you made damn sure they understood the cost of their actions.

The silence that followed was tense, broken only by the sound of Trevor groaning from where he had staggered back.

Snapping out of his stupor, Adrian ignored Trevor completely and rushed to your side. His golden eyes scanned you, his hands hovering just shy of your back, as though afraid to touch and cause more harm. "Are you hurt, my love?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry.

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, Adrian’s power rippled through the room like a sudden gust of wind. With a sharp crack, a mighty blast of air sent Trevor flying backward, slamming the doors shut with an echoing thud.

"No one hurts my wife," he said, his voice steady and cold, without sparing a glance back. The message was loud and clear to Sypha, who stood frozen, staring at her husband lying in the rubble outside. "And anyone who wishes her harm shall bear my wrath."

In the quiet stillness of your room, Adrian carefully peels the fabric of your dress away from your back, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to hurt you further. His golden eyes scan your unmarred skin, but the frown on his face only deepens.

"I should have stopped him," he mutters, his voice low and filled with guilt. "I was too late... I'm sorry. I just... I didn’t expect it." He rambles, his words tangling together in frustration as his gaze flickers between your back and his own trembling hands.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, his voice achingly quiet, like the faintest whisper of wind.

He had failed again. To protect you. To care for you. Gods, he was lacking, and now he had allowed a Belmont, his own friend, to harm you.

His father, who burned the world for his mother, would never have allowed such a thing. Dracula had been many things, but in love, he was absolute. But Adrian knows he will never be his father, in both good and bad.

He will never be the husband you deserve.

But he is in love. Unforgiving love that clutches at his heart, that reminds him with every breath of all the ways he falls short.

His expression crumples, like paper crushed in a fist. Adrian, for all his power, for all his strength, is so terribly fragile when it comes to you.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you reassured him, turning to face him fully. Your hands rose to cup his face, tilting it gently so his eyes met yours. “You know it can’t hurt me. Trevor didn’t strike to harm, only to dislodge potential glamor.”

You could see the mild complaint brewing on his lips. Adrian worried too much. Fretting, after all, was his favorite pastime. His brow furrowed deeply, no doubt already replaying every moment in his mind and finding a thousand ways to blame himself.

“You did nothing wrong,” you said firmly, your thumbs stroking the sharp planes of his cheeks. “You did the right thing. Tomorrow morning, your friend will apologize, and we will forgive him because he is your friend. And then, you will no longer hold this against him.”

Adrian opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a stern look.

“Nope. Listen to me. Wife is right.”

His lips quirked upward, despite himself, and the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. His hands moved to rest on yours, cradling them against his face like a lifeline.

“You’re always right,” he murmured softly, leaning into your touch.

“And don’t you forget it,” you teased, smiling at him.

Adrian laughed, low and quiet, before pressing a kiss to your palm. “Never,” he promised.

Somehow, Adrian had found a wife. In the bleakest of times, when the world had turned its back on him, you had come to him. And now, you were here, standing in his castle, a presence that soothed even his most troubled thoughts.

When the next morning came, you were greeted by an unexpected sight.

A sizable tuft of brown hair lay at your feet, carefully placed by Sypha, who stood before you with her hands clasped. Outside, just beyond the castle doors, her husband knelt silently, his head bowed low in shame.

The tuft of hair. A Belmont tradition of repentance. An act of humiliation and an offering of guilt.

An act you had no use for.

Still, it would be of little use to ignore it.

"My husband is a dog," Sypha said with a weary sigh, though her tone softened with affection. "He lashes out carelessly. Please, forgive him." She bowed low, an act that clearly caused Adrian discomfort. His eyes flickered with unease as he watched his friends, who seemed more like chastised children than the bold warriors they usually were.

Gently stopping Sypha mid-bow, you reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder. "There’s no need for apologies," you said, your voice calm but light with humor. Sparing the kneeling Belmont a glance, you gestured toward the tuft of hair at your feet. "Though I reckon this," you said, pointing to it with a raised brow, "shall make for a very interesting wedding present."

Sypha’s head snapped up, her lips parting in surprise before a laugh bubbled out of her. The tension in her shoulders eased, the corners of her mouth lifting into a grin.

With that simple jest, the air shifted, the weight of guilt and harshness lifting from the room. Grudges were set aside, and forgiveness settled in their place like the morning sun breaking through heavy clouds.

"Bring your dog in for breakfast," you said, your grin widening as you met Sypha’s eyes. "Adrian’s the one cooking today."

The smile she returned was bright, her laughter lightening the room even more. "I’ll hold you to that," she said with a chuckle, turning toward the door to retrieve her sheepish husband.

Behind you, Adrian stepped closer, his expression softening as he gazed at you. "You handled that well," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet admiration.

You turned to him with a playful smile, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "It’s what wives are for, isn’t it darling?"

[aniimoni]

mimimimimi

Sanctuary of The Lamb AU

Heavily inspired by religion/beliefs I grew up with- but then again- what isn’t??

uhhhhhh what else

There’s a lot of thinking and designing that went into their clothing. The ones I’m showing are inspired by bishop and priest attire in Catholicism. It all has to do with the heirarchy of the church.

I picked bishop for the first one because it made sense role-wise. A bishop has more power over priests, alter servers, etc. BUT they still serve the pope (which they transition to after the final battle with TOWW).

I picked priest for the second one because crusading is a time when they are in a state of servitude; wether it’s gathering supplies for the cult, offerings for Narinder, etc. They are also spreading word of their faith onto those they save,, so ykkk

Also, their name is Mosaias. Because why not. I joke that they’re one of my happiest lambs, and thats because they’ve reached a point of no return,, and just- don’t care.

Anywho, bonus:

[rochichan]

in context its cold but out of context doesn't odysseus sound insane

[valyrra]

stealing this fun personality test from @cloudofbutterflies92 ❤️

lol so fitting

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[nicolacoughlan]

JENNIE & CHARLES MELTON in Love Hangover Music Video (2025)

[sedlex]

Yo watch this (definitely sound on!)

Team France: we're probably not good enough to win this thing but we're in front of our people so we gotta

Entertain

Also, ass bounce ftw!

[strawberrymangosoda]

they plague my every thought

[burrythebusy]

My gift for @saltydepressants for the @ssmygiftexchange !! I hope u like it i had sm fun making it!

HRKG Band AU 🙂‍↕️🤞🏾

[incessantlark]

i hate him

[secretlytranced]

When I woke up I was like... I'm not gonna listen today just gonna skip it and I kept saying :don't listen you don't have to listen: over and over but my body wouldn't stop it was on autopilot just obediently going back to bed and putting in my earbuds and turning on my playlist and then I was deep asleep and I woke up just now 45mins laster just a programmed hypnoslave like I can't resist hypnosis I can't resist my triggers my body obeys my body is conditioned to obey and I can't stop it I can't resist hypnosis I can't resist my triggers I have to obey I can't resist hypnosis I can't resist my triggers it's just so fun that I can't even make my body listen to my own thoughts like what I think doesn't matter only the programs matter...

[pls-explodingstars-pls]

miku de la República Dominicana!!!

[selkiemoonssss]

GUANTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!!!!!

I had SO much fun drawing this... I originally planned to make a small comic thing but I felt like doing this instead

Still probably going to make that comic though... just later

Anyway the guantlet of deadly terror is one of my favourite places in the game because of how funny the brothers are here...

AUGFGEHHEH

requested by @sunny-knight

[sisaloofafump]

Pregnancy Yoga with Lois & Bruce

Gah you’re gonna need to click for proper resolution on this one, lads