#trevor Belmont imagine

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

hcs for all the castlevania boys (trevor, issac, hector, alucard, dracula, godbrand, the judge, varney, ratko & st. germain- i think that's all of them lol) caring for s/o reader on their period. can be modern times or past times whichever u prefer. 💖

A/N: I wish more people would be less disgusted and more understanding when it comes to menstruation. There are still so many myths circulating about it, I’m shocked sometimes. One time a guy on Twitter said he thought women got periods because they evolved to eat meat. And I was like…. Excuse you?? Lol. Anyway, on to the HCs!

Sorry, some are short. I wanted to do longer to make it fair but there were like TEN characters mentioned and my max is supposed to be SIX so some are taking a far back seat. 

TW: Blood, Period Mention (still w/ GN Reader)

Castlevania Boys Helping S/O GN!Reader with Their Period: 🩸

Trevor: 

Is surprisingly resourceful, given the man was a wandering drunk when you first met him.

Not so much in a kind about-it way, he’s very sarcastic and so over the whole thing right after it starts.

But he did have a large family once so he remembers what his sisters and mother went through.

Will cut off strips of his cape for you to use, but expects you to take care of any sort of ‘mess’, he’s pre-occupied cleaning whatever latest monster’s guts off himself anyway

Buys a whiskey but lets YOU drink most of it to help with the cramps (and for him this is the ultimate sign he loves you lol).

Alucard: 

Is unexpectedly awkward for someone whose mother was a doctor.

He’s very knowledgeable but unsure of how to broach the subject, sort of giving you instructions on what to do (as if you made it to the age you did without knowing??).  

And of course, the castle has everything you could need, and if it doesn’t, he won’t hesitate to travel to get it for you. Although he does insist you stay in while he retrieves it.

If you’ve been together for a while, offers to help clean you up in equal parts removed curiosity and bewitched hunger (although he’s comparatively embarrassed about that later part).

Hector: 

Not phased at all. The man’s used to sticking his hands into corpses, why would menstrual blood be an issue?

Isn’t super knowledgeable about it, he’s been alone focusing solely on his needs for so many years, and this was never one of them. But he does try and learn now that he has you.

He sends his most trustworthy night creatures and reanimated pets to go hunting for the herbs and wild medicines you use. On the other hand, Hector orders the more domesticated pets to stay and cuddle/play with you. 

On the days you’re curled up in a ball in bed, he offers to read some of the books he’s been writing as he knows you find his voice very soothing. 

Isaac: 

Fascinated by human psychology and biology from an earlier age, so he’s moderately educated on the subject. 

Blood does not scare him, but he does understand the societal stigma around sharing such a natural cycle with him.

Like Hector, he sends out his night creatures to fetch you whatever you need. 

Ensure you drink enough tea and water to stay hydrated. Also asks that you eat plenty of red meat to help replace some of the iron you’ve lost.

Is one of the few men that requests you stay as active as you can, limiting rather than stopping your regular activities. Movement and keeping your mind occupied should make the days pass much faster, as Issac is a firm believer that self-discipline is one of the most powerful tools of all. 

Godbrand: 

Not grossed out, but ends up grossing YOU out with his enthusiasm about the whole thing

Will of course offer to go down there himself and ‘take care of matters like a man’ - his words, not yours. 

What? For Godbrand, being with a living, breathing, and most importantly, bleeding human are the perks of your relationship. It’s like having a partner and a constant food source all in one!

Will absolutely curse out if not straight-up attack any other vampire who dares to bitch about your mood swings or irritable behavior. And then once you’re out of earshot, he will proceed to bitch about said mood swings and irritable behavior. What? At least he’s gentlemanly enough not to do it to your face.  

Dracula: 

The most caring and respectful king fr

He is super understanding and educated on the subject. In fairness, he’s probably curated half of the books on menstruation within his vast libraries. 

Has the necessary products on hand- strips of cloth, herbs for cramping and pain, teas, and a medieval-era heating pad of his own invention. 

Like Godbrand, offers to pleasure you down there to help relieve some cramps with the help of an orgasm, although he’s much more romantic and poetic when he suggests such a thing to you. And unlike Godbrand, he’s in it solely for your benefit. The idea that he’d get to feed as well is the farthest thing on his mind. 

Literally the most perfect and doting husband to ever walk the face of this earth oh my god.

The Judge: 

Expects you to handle it yourself lol. 

Don’t ask him for advice or aid. If you must seek out assistance, he directs you to another woman or midwife within the town.

Considers it highly inappropriate to discuss such matters, even if you’re together. 

0/10, not very helpful, would not recommend. 

Saint Germain

Knows a decent amount of what to expect and how to aid you should you request it. 

He’s well-educated and very well-traveled, so he’s encountered quite a few different cultural views of menstruation. 

Does, however, expect you to take care of the more messy parts of it.

He will offer you back rubs or make tea, but aside from him being aware of your current condition, he doesn’t change the way he treats you much at all. 

Sala:

Gets high key disgusting with it

Asks if you can gather all your bloody rags in a big bowl so he can perform some satanic ritual with it. (You’re like… Um, no??? Unless you’re cray-cray too, which, if you’re with him, has a fair chance of ringing true.) 

Will tell everyone else in the monastery about it cuz he’s a freak like that.

Keeps reminding you how in your current state, you would be a perfect sacrifice for the Great Lord Dracula… Ya know, because of the blood thing?

Subtly is NOT his strong suit

Varney: 

The entity also known as Death knows your cycle better than you do lol.

Keeps a mental calendar in his head, and starts peppering you with more kisses than usual a few days before your bleeding starts. 

Just really wants to get on your good side. And wants you to recall in the coming days, how sweet he was to you, so you know, you don’t take all your anger and frustration out on him. 

Very little scares him, he is Death after all. But aside from people not dying and Belmont giving him another go, your mood swings on your period scare the hell out of him. 

He’s not a patient man, and by day seven, Varney feels rather demoralized after being encumbered by his partner’s common human condition. 

Begs Ratko for help. Is promptly told to piss off. 

Ratko: 

Doesn’t react, except to tell you that you smell so much better this way. 

He delivers that line in such a deadpan too, you almost misunderstand what he’s talking about.

Admits that he’d be willing to ‘clean you up’, should you find that arousing.

Regards you the same, but does find himself staying closer to you than normal, for fear the other vampires and night creatures around you will find your scent so enticing and try to take what’s his.

Challenges anyone who looks your way longer than five seconds. Partly as a means to protect his claim over you, but mainly because he rather enjoys the combat practice.

[littlespace-imagines]

Hiiii!!! I love your writing and was hoping you could do a cg!Trevor Belmont x lil! Reader where r had a super bad day and just needs cuddles and soft words please! Love youuuuuuuuuuu 💖💖💖

Pairing: Cg!Trevor Belmont x little!reader

Contains: fluff, protective Trevor, set in Draculas castle, established relationship, language, bath time, comfort

“Well fuck me.” Trevor said as he plopped down on one of the many chairs in a random room of Dracula’s castle, he was almost as exhausted as you were, the day the both of you had was absolutely miserable.

First you were woken up early by night creatures attacking the inn you had been staying at, then you found out you had been robbed during the attack so you had no food or coin, then on the journey back to the castle you were once again attacked and you had been kidnapped and held hostage for a good couple of hours.

Your skin was raw where the ropes had been tied and you were hungry and tired and overall just not doing well.

“Alright, c’mon, let’s go.” Trevor said and you looked at him like he had three heads,

“What? No, I just got here we’re not leaving.” You yelled

“Oh, so I’m guessing that means you don’t want a nice warm bath.” He retorts

“Well that actually sounds wonderful.” You say and stand up to follow him to your shared room, you let him walk to the bathing area and watch as he fills up a tub with hot water.

“I should let you know that after that stressful day I’m feeling on the verge of being little.” You say quietly, you still weren’t super used to sharing your little side with Trevor but he always seemed to know what to do.

“That’s fine, I was hoping you would anyways.” He says and you can’t help but smile to yourself,

You got out of your clothes and sink into the bath beside Trevor, he quickly takes over washing your hair, which you enjoy, you cal feel your body ease and relax into his touch, he covers your eyes carefully as he rinses your hair,

“Hmm, there we go that must feel much better.” He say softly, the soft moments shared between the two of you always meant the world to you, you simply nodded in response, the small content smile on your lips telling Trevor more than your words ever could. Once the two of you were done bathing and the water had gotten cold Trevor grabbed a towel for you and himself and helped you out of the bath, he carried you to the bedroom and sat you on the bed while he went to go get you some clothes, your attention quickly turned to one of the several stuffed animals on the bed, Trevor came back with you clothes and a sippy cup he handed you the cup while he helped you into your night clothes,

It wasn’t long before the two of you were cuddled up as he told you a story, clutching to your stuffie with a Paci in your mouth, blissfully content with the dynamic and the love between the two of you.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Alucard/Adrian with a s/o who's a polymath (she's a writer, an inventor, a spokeswoman, a scientist, etc.)?

"I don't know how you stand being with them." Alucard turned to look at Trevor. Confused by his unwarranted incredulous thought. "How can you stand being with someone so...perfect?"

The dhampir shrugged. "They aren't perfect."

"Damn near." Trevor countered. "I mean, I get it. Sypha is way smarter than me. But to have them be better at everything than you? That just sounds rough."

"There are bowls of fruit that are smarter than you Belmont." Alucard retorted. "And, they aren't better at everything."

"Name one thing."

"Dinner is ready!"

As if on cue, [Y/N] came into the room with a big smile and a big pot. Trevor saw Alucard straighten his shoulders. Steeling himself, in a way, and he couldn't understand why. Then, when the pot of what he assumed was .....soup?...was sat down in front of him, he could understand why. "Good gods...."

"Thank you darling. Could you get us some napkins please?"

"Sure!" [Y/N] beamed at Alucard before flittering off to get some. After dishing out the 'soup' of course.

"What the hell's even is this? Is that a fish head?!"

"They said something about making a roast earlier." Trevor's head whipped around as they watched the half-vampire poke at some manner of vegetable with a stoic look. Particularly stoic given that it looked like it could bite back. "I guess it went awry."

"I can't eat this. I don't think I could survive it."

"Hmmm.... it's a possibility. I've had a few close calls. Your human constitution may not make it."

"How did this even happen?? I mean...they can nearly do alchemy and handle your science magic. They make medicine! How can they fuck up a soup??"

"Ours is not to question why."

Trevor rubbed his face. Partly out of frustration. Partly to hide the look of it and smell. "You're not really going to eat this are you? I mean...you guys are messing with me, right."

"I can assure you they are not."

"And you're really going to eat this? Like, seriously?" Alucard picked up his spoon and seemed intent to do just that. "Why??"

"Because they try."

Trevor was surprised by the comment. Then he felt like a real heel. Someone had gone through all the work of making him food and he was complaining about it. How quickly he forgot about those days of hunger outside their company. They tried. He should at least try what they made in return.

Picking up his spoon as well, Trevor looked at the bowl and said a little prayer to all the saints he could remember. "It helps if you don't look directly at it." Alucard commented. Before they both tucked in and hoped (prayed) for the best.

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs 3

Summary: As Alucard grapples with his grief over what he has done, secrets are unveiled and graver foes awaken. Is it too late to save you? (Plot takes off months before *that ending* in part 2. Some parts are off-canon.)

This chapter is written in Alucard’s POV.

Themes: Dark fantasy, horror, romance, angst I Words: 4k

Warnings: MDNI. Horror, blood, gore, violence, religious themes, mentions of suicide, grief, depression, anxiety, slight smut

Pt 1 I Pt 2

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To the lovely folks who are holding out for part 3, thank you! 💛 Sorry I couldn’t put this out sooner.

@s-i-l-v-e @kawaiiskeletoneggsnerd @celly-fahrenheit @skychaser777 (tagged u guys in case!)

I tasted blood, cherry and salt. 

And I wanted more, more, more.

We were tangled in each other, our bodies suspended in the cosmic cerulean of the deep ocean. 

She was my salvation. Her kiss was my atonement. And her blood, oh her blood…it was a gift so heavenly. All my immortal life had desired only that very thing, and now that I had it, I couldn’t let go. 

Every shred of my primordial essence — powerful yet cursed, now entombed in the marrows of her soul. My blood now flowed in hers, as her blood, mine. We were fused as one, we were divine. 

My darling’s fingers traced the sharps of my jaw as she kissed me, our married blood spilling from her mouth, diluting the water. They formed red rivulets around us, as if in symbolic reverence that we were the almighty givers of ichor. 

We were safe, entwined together in eternal damnation.

I love her. I love her so deeply that I’d doomed her with my blood curse, so I could have her by my side till the sun swallowed us whole. And for that, I’d forever fester in my blasphemous sin.

“Adrian…” she seemed to say, but the snare of the ocean strangled her words, slowed our every caress… as if time at all wanted to still for our undying love.

Oh what I would give to hear her voice — seraphic, like a birdsong, my name chaste upon her lips. 

Her ivory chemise clung to her body like sculpted granite, her nipples just peeking through. They were for my eyes only. Yes…her being, her blood, her body…they all belonged to me.

But in that sacred moment, something felt…amiss. There were those jade-green veins, palpable under her eyes… they ran like fine cracks on marble, so like those on a delicately-carved statue.

Raven hair hovered around her tiny frame, resembling venomous serpents held buoyant by witchcraft. They were so in contrast to my gold, like the exact moment dusk bled into dawn.

There was the red rivulet again, this time saturating the white ribbons of her nightdress. They coiled around my arms, binding me to her. Not that I’d ever let go. 

But I had to, for her lingering touch was frost impaling even my vampiric skin. Why was she so cold?

“Adrian…” again she seemed to call out.

Her eyes, despite being underwater, were wide open, the blacks of them bereft of the soul I once knew. She was pale. So pale. And she looked every bit the angel of death. 

My angel…when did she slip from my arms? 

Our fingers entwined one last time, before a sombre gloom dragged her under. Slowly she sank, like a fallen star ousted by the heavens, syphoned of its light. 

But I’m right here, darling. Stay. 

I willed all of my immortal power to reach for her outstretched hands, but my body was deadened, as if held prisoner by spirit shackles. Further and further she sank from me, and I so terribly wanted to tell her that wasn’t where she was supposed to go.

Words evaded me, as my tears had.

The hollow abyss seemed to rise up — impatient, almost — to receive its new sacrifice. 

Blood gushed from her mouth — they were viscid, as if so thickened they had to be forced out or she would choke. The blood kept coming. They streamed out of the sockets of her eyes, running like bloody tears of the living dead. 

They say that monsters like us lack the ability to fear, yet I’d never felt more afraid than I did then. The love of my life, drowning, dying, yet I could do wholly nothing. Alucard, son of Dracula — weak, worthless…

A fissure cracked her chest open, the cavity creeping wide to reveal her beating heart. Her human heart. 

The blood kept coming. 

“Come back to me…” I begged, the futility of it sickening me.

Still, she descended. I watched in horror as the godless ocean buried her in its oblivion, until all I was made to see was the compunction of my sins. 

On her neck that I used to so lavish with kisses, lay the wounds only a wretch like me could inflict. 

I did it. I killed her. 

“Adrian…”

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I jolted awake. 

A numbing despair perforated my insides, a feeling I knew all too well. I stared out the window through heavy eyelids, the red moon magnified by sweat teardrops trickling through my eyelashes. 

For a long moment I just sat there, my lungs crushed by torment, my heart shattered by grief. I’d lost count of the nightmares that had plagued me over the decade…no, it’s been 96 years, Adrian. A century. A century she’s been gone.

What was I living for? 

Memories I longed to forget writhed their way into my mind, forcing me to once again relive the hell that fateful night. 

I had sat in the castle hall for days, her lifeless body cradled in my arms. My eyes burned from tears, and I wanted to die. I fed her so much of my blood, my immortal blood, still she slept. I summoned spirits, conjured the most powerful of magicks, still, she slept. My hope hanging by a thread, I fused my father’s sciences with my mother’s elixirs…still, she slept. 

I was about to drive my own sword into my heart — the only one ensorcelled enough to kill a dhampir, when a familiar voice stopped my contemptible deed. 

“Alucard! This place reeks of death, and here I thought we’d gotten rid of your father long ago.”

“Stop it, Belmont!”

“What? He may be pristine but his home sure isn’t. Alucard! Honey, we’re home!”

“Will you stop yelling?”

“Alucard’s probably busy shoving it in her, ha. I need to make sure he can hear me above their grunts and moans. Have you forgotten how loud you get, Sypha?”

“You’re disgusting, Belmont.”

“Alucard! Ah, there you are. In the hall, really? You two really are something. Do you have food? I’m starving. I…”

“Belmont.”

“Fine, fine. Beer is good as w…”

“Belmont!”

It took Belmont a long minute before he alas perceived what Sypha meant. My two dearest friends — immobile in silent trepidation, distress distinct on their faces.   

“What happened, Alucard? Was she attacked?” Sypha was the first to speak. As always, her presence seemed to bring solace, but it dissipated promptly.

“I killed her, Sy…Sypha. She asked mmme… to…tto turn her, and I…I drank too much…I killed her.” 

Mere speaking incinerated my throat, and it was then I’d realised I hadn’t stopped crying. I could scarce breathe through my wheezing, let alone enunciate words.

“I…I tried ever…rything, help me please…ppplease…save her please…”

Belmont, in a rare display of empathy, knelt beside us and took my hand in his. “We will find a way to save her, and we will not stop until we do. I promise.”

At his oath, I collapsed into Belmont’s arms. Anguish, shame, relief…they all coursed through my body — my face buried in his shoulders, weeping. Every emotion that I’d held in, all unfettered at the fact that I had someone, that I wasn’t alone to fight my battles. 

“Fault yourself not, Alucard. She never would’ve blamed you.” Sypha’s voice was soft, soothing, enveloping us in a reassuring embrace. I fell apart completely. 

A loud pounding at the doors disturbed our bittersweet reunion, arousing our every alarm. There seemed to be a clamour of sorts — yelling, mocking…definitely humans. Belmont took to receive the unusual affair, leaving a gap just wide enough to acknowledge a throng of men — bishops, priests and followers of the church. 

“I don’t remember ever calling for your conceited services, Father.” Belmont sneered. 

“It’s Father Caine to you, and I could hardly expect couth coming from especially you. Excommunicated and still, never learning the error of your ways…

I sense a great evil here…more so than I daresay…Dracula himself. Forgive our ruckus, for we, the good men, merely wish to rid the town of all that is malign…Hand the girl over, and all shall be well.” 

Sypha and I exchanged uneasy looks. What was he talking about? 

Belmont, entirely irked by the bishop’s pretentious drivel, was barely holding it in. “Take your horseshit hubris and shove it up your a…”

“Oh, but don’t you want to know why we want the girl? Not the speaker-magician…the dhampir’s lover.” 

What?

The dastardly bishop, words of scorn and malice, continued, “She now has the blood curse of the dhampir, and something in that transformation awoke creatures of the night…dark, hateful creatures…ones that possess an ancient evil…It is easy. We exorcise and burn her body, and as I’ve said…all shall be well.”

Blood searing in my veins, I raced past Belmont, the parasite parish’s body dangling midair in my chokehold. Eyes bloodshot and fangs hungry, I crushed his throat harder. He let out pathetic struggles of breath, rosary still firmly clasped in his hand. 

“Where is your God now, Father? If we are the impurity you so seek to vanquish, then what of the innocents you slaughtered unrepentently, all because they did not fit your cause?” 

I thought of my mother, the Belmonts, the heathens who simply held their own beliefs…and most of all, I thought of my sweet angel, so kind and full of love…

“What the…” Belmont cursed when we were doused with buckets of Holy Water. The “Men of God” started chanting prayers, as if their contrived communion would somehow free their pious leader. 

I let out a laugh. 

“The absolute gall you have, Father. Despite my mourning, I shall grant you this last mercy. Command your men to leave and never again return, and I shall kill only you. Fail to do so, and I’ll rip the tendons from all your wicked hearts. After all, I am a monster, am I not?”

A few men flinched at my words, casting hesitant glances to the others, while some implored Father Caine to choose wisely. Such cowards.

The bishop shifted a little in my grip, a faint smirk splayed across his face. “M…ark my words, vampire. Dark times ar…are ahead…The girl must di…” 

I tore his heart right out of his ribs.

He was right. I was a vampire. I was omni-sentient. I was a monster and a God all at the same time. The farcical impudence he had to order the execution of my beloved…Anyone who touches her will die.

With his blood on my hands, I felt my hunger creep in once again, ripping off the human mask I wore like a virtue. I needed to feed.

It wasn’t until Belmont started swinging his Morningstar than I realised the tumult that had ensued. “And God shits in my dinner once again…Alucard! Left!”

Veins palpitating from the heart I’d just consumed, I saw that the rest of the church, quite possibly under the predetermined order of the bishop, lit a pyre that massacred the foliage we used to read under, devoured the quince fruit trees we so loved to frolic around.

They will all die. 

“Get back!” Sypha cried, mutating the fire into swirls that wavered to her bidding. She channelled them towards the men, trapping them in rings of flame. Out of nowhere, fire arrows flew in our direction, narrowly missing Sypha’s face. That was enough to send Belmont into a scalding rage. 

His Morningstar cleaved through half of the men, dismembering some, dissecting others. My estoc weaved through throats and hearts, beheading some, mutilating others. The tragic irony of it all — the very men whose sole mission was to protect mankind, to do good, on an aimless rampage to kill because of a misguided prophecy.

And so the fighting went on for months, years... Night creatures, more members of the parish, vampires seeking a new world order…valiant efforts, alas they were no more than vermins effortlessly exterminated by us three. 

We weren’t certain why they had kept showing up. Whether it was a curse set off by my turning her, or the fact that they simply wanted us dead…it mattered not, nor did I make it my business to find out. I was going to kill them all. 

Sypha and Belmont had kept to their promise. Come hell or high water, they stuck with me, even moving into the castle with their son. We battled foes, and never once did they abandon their cause to revive the love of my life.

“Alucard, you need to seal her. Keep her somewhere safe, where no one but you can find,” Sypha had one day told me. I was no fool, I’d known they wouldn’t be around forever, and if I’d succumbed to my grief, all their efforts would’ve been in vain. 

“Promise me that when she wakes, you two will look after our kids, and grandkids, and great-grandkids, and…” Belmont trailed off, seemingly stumped by staple discourse.

“They’re called descendants, you idiot.” Sypha rolled her eyes. 

Managing a genuine smile I haven’t had in a long while, I replied, “I promise.”

“My lord.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yet leave my reverie.

“My lord,” Centrio again addressed, this time with more urgency. There, bowing by the door, dressed in fine leather that I had gifted, stood the first human I’d turned after…her. I’d found him by the docks, and he was all but an emanciated vagrant on the brink of death. Perhaps it was the matyr in me, but I thought it more I had wanted to experiment…if he indeed turned, perhaps there was a way…

“The council is ready for you.” 

Donning my guise of Imperious Vampire Overlord — terrifying, deadly, merciless — I made my way down to the great hall with my most loyal emissary. I clutched at the pendant around my neck — a vial forged with obsidian and laced with gold, encased with her blood. It was the only way I could feel her if she woke.  

An excruciating sorrow once again took shape, like an enemy planting tiny splinters in my heart, except those splinters were tainted with the most malevolent of poisons, inching slowly to ravage my vital core. 

“My lord,” 

The council all greeted in unison, heads bowed in utter veneration. Men, women, young, old…I had sired them all. To have a contingency if I ever needed one, to delegate my task of finding a cure, to have some goddamn chatter in the forsaken castle…

“We’ve received word that the denomination led by Gwyth is storming in from the highlands of Brasov. They are…angered by the vampires you’ve sired. She thinks just because…” 

“Just because what?” 

The gathering fell silent, as if fearful to draw my ire. Good…that’s how I intended it to be.

“Tell me, Finnor, does your gallantry waver in my presence? If so, perhaps it was my oversight in appointing you General?” 

“Forgive me, my lord. She thinks it’s a travesty that we, vampires a mere century old, are…” Finnor cleared his throat before continuing, “...exhausting all the human blood supply here in Braila. Some of our own have gone over to bordering cities, and they’re most displeased. She thinks that just because you’re… Dracula’s son, doesn’t give you the right…”

“Dracula’s son?” I scoffed. 

“Did I not sire you all? If Dracula is my father, then does his blood not also run in your veins? 

“Yes!” My council concurred in earnest. 

Does that not make you powerful?”

“Yes!”

“Good! Then let them come. We will defend what is rightfully ours, will we not?”

“Yes!” 

At that, they broke into a resounding cheer, half howling, the rest pounding staffs, swords and what have you on the marble floor. Contrary to the revelry below, I, worshipped like a God on my throne, felt wholly insentient. I cared not for war, nor truimphs, nor reign. If I’d created bloodthirsty monsters, it was merely a means to an end. 

I wanted only one thing. 

Was this how my father felt when my mother died?

“Kindly see to it, Centrio. I wish not to be bothered.”

“At your service, my lord.”

There she was — immaculate in white, clutching the garland of daffodils I’d made her, so detached from the pain I’d caused…I had all but little choice when I’d sealed her in the underground castle chambers. I had cast a spell so powerful, that save for the both of us, no one could enter, or find, our fortress in Wallachia.

Living in the castle without my friends, without her, seeing her lifeless body…it went on for months, years…I couldn’t bear it. Her lying there, bereft of a heartbeat, of a breath, broke me in ways I never knew existed. 

And so I resolved to start over in Braila, it was the only way to keep her safe, it was the only way I could honour my vow to save her.

Cape dragging behind my lifeless steps, I trudged back to my study, thoughts once again lost in her. Innumerable letters I’d written, infinite words I wanted to say — all frozen and wayward like misplaced luminaries in an interstellar void. 

What have I done, darling? I’ve created…abominations... so many innocent lives lost because of me…Will you still love me when you see what I’ve become?

“Adrian…”

I spun round, completely entranced by her voice. 

In the doorway, against the crimson glow of the stained-glass window, wearing the white chemise just as she always had, awaited my beloved. It suddenly became daunting to breathe, my mind apprehensive to behold the sight.

“Darling? Is it really you?” I uttered, my words close to a tremble.

She said nothing, but merely moved to me with such litheness I was taken aback. Her steps were languid, like a lone willow swaying in a bleak winter tempest. 

“H…how did you find me? You don’t look well, do you need to feed? Here,” I offered my bloodslit wrists to her. She pressed her lips to them at once, as though thoroughly acquainted with my gesture. 

“I missed you so much, I…”

“Shhh…” she hushed, sinking to her knees. 

Her hands made quick work of my trousers, and too soon had my entire length in her mouth. My cock twitched as her tongue lapped over the ridges of my growing erection, licking hurried circles around my tip.

“Fuck…baby…I missed you so fucking much…” I panted, pushing her face deeper between my thighs. “Ahhh…that feels so good…” and threw my head back, shutting my eyes, relishing in the absolute ecstasy of her eagerness. 

Pumping my sex in rapid fervour, she took it further down her throat, sucking, constricting…the weight of my every burden reduced to an indistinct drone.

“Slow down, darling,” 

“Yes, my lord…”

My eyes flew open. My lord?

From where I was, I alas saw it. The sable of her tresses ran an incomparable lustre to my darling’s raven. I flung the devil thrall into the windows at once, shattering the glass, red fragments giving way to golden gleams of the inconspicuous sun. 

“How very dare you,” my voice dropping to a haunting hiss as I stalked towards her. “The audacity you possess to employ such pitious artifice…who sent you?” 

The thrall quivered at my unrestrained wrath, straining to speak against the bleeding shards skewered in her throat.

“Y…you…did…m…my l..ord…” 

I froze, the lunacy of my suffering clear as day. I must already be dead. 

Refusing to bear the yoke of that truth, I instead directed all my shame and hurt at the dying vampire whom I’d sired. 

“Why do you get to live, but she doesn’t? Why do all of you get to persist in endlessness, possess my blood gift, but she is doomed to sleep for all eternity? Why!”

All that remained was the anguished aftershock of my tirade, and the spurting of blood that had slivered their way to the soles of my boots. 

“F…forrr…give me, mmy…lord…”

“I want you to listen closely. She transcends your every breath. You will never be her.” 

I compelled my estoc to sever her head. 

____________

I liked it out here. At times the ocean waves would susurrate, tonight it was a thunder against the cliffs. It offered a quiet respite from my heartbreak, the inane vampire politics, and the endless blood war of the undead.

My hair whipped in the frigid windstorm, yet I felt nothing. I was a lighthouse abandoned — hollow, crepuscular — fleeting through the years devoid of purpose. There were nights where I would see her in the middle of the violent sea — so alone, so tormented — does she know? I would cross oceans of time to find her.

Something snapped. 

I remained still as death, my gaze shifting calculatedly to the untimely intruder foolish enough to trespass into my castle grounds. Their steps, though fairly distant and furtive, stood little chance against my heightened hearing. 

The clanging of chains reached my ears long before my sword ensnared the metal. Holding it mere inches from my face, I studied the peculiar weapon — intricate weaving of iron, spikes flared at the tip…and that leather whip. 

“Simon Belmont. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Save that garb for someone who gives a shit, vampire.”

I smirked at his salutation, perhaps a little more than necessary. “I see the Belmonts have a tradition.”

Unlike his forefathers, Simon had fallen out of favour with the Belmonts, insisting that vampires, regardless of their intent and relationship, are considered foe and should, at all costs, be exterminated with their bodies wrung out to dry. 

“The odious horde you have sired are arrogant beyond their means. Do you not care for the turmoil they have caused? The innocent lives they have claimed?” 

I no longer have the capacity to, I wanted to tell him. 

“I come here not to befriend, or beg, or ask. Halt the atrocities of your vampires, or I shall finish what my grandfather so failed to do — kill you.”

“Are you threatening me, Belmont?”

Taking advantage of my affront, he wielded the Combat Cross — one I’d noticed too late — for it struck the pendant around my collar, barely missing my chest. I watched as the vial containing her blood fracture into pieces, her lifesource splattered and devoured by the earth below. 

Seething, I lunged for Simon, teleporting behind him while coiling the Morningstar around his neck. He threshed around his imminent asphyxiation, blindly stabbing his dagger, attempting to find purchase on any of my organs. 

The tip of his Morningstar however, managed to etch itself onto my arm, igniting an unsteady glow. It would not combust in me, for I was neither human nor demon. Still, a searing pain barelled through the recesses of my body.

I released Simon as he collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving from the lack of air. Hovering my sword above his heart, I recalled the promise I had made to Belmont. 

“This is a fight for another day, Belmont. Take your weapons and leave, for I have little forbearance for charity such as now.”

Flinging a shard of the Transmission Mirror next to Simon, he was pulled into its magic before he could contend. As the mirror engulfed him in its sorcery, he glared at me with such loathing I thought it incredulous I had loved his grandparents dearly.

But it was his last words ahead of being teleported that unnerved me, roused me back to the verity of that very moment — “I know what you’re searching for, Alucard.”

I stared at the spot where Simon was, now an insignificant mass of rocks, amongst them lay fragments of my obsidian vial.

An uncanny cold snaked about my heart. Clutching at it, the hammering intensified to a booming knell, in the same manner as nights where the parish would pound at my castle doors with boulders, clamouring to burn her. My breathing soon withered to a wheeze, then a gasp, and I fell to my knees.

Without the pendant, I could feel her no longer. 

What if she woke? The indefinite dangers she would face outside the castle walls…Simon…what if he knew a way to find her…to kill her…

I was sickened with fear. Haste was of the essence, but the Transmission Mirror teleported at random — there was no telling where I would end up. Trembling, I raced to ready my stallion. 

I was going back to Castlevania. 

Pt 1 I Pt 2

[dontcallmetreffy]

I might be reading too much into this, but the way Alucard presented his sword to the enemy vampires very much reminded me of what Trevor said regarding geometric shapes and how the cross causes confusion and panic. I’m choosing to believe Trevor offered this tidbit of knowledge to his dhampir travel companion (as historians will call them) to better help Alucard take down the remnant forces of evil.

[mewkwota]

Being in this new realm must be a nightmare for Trevor. He lost his weapons, his powers are suppressed...

And he can't even fit in the lockers.

[demigoddessqueens]

offers ghost truffle chocolate to talented writer, alucard, issac,or Belmont help A moth witch find their familiar?

Well thank you for the holiday chocolate 🍫 I appreciate it 😌

Alucard

Given that he himself has magic, is magic, he’s more than eager to help you find a familiar, knowing how important it is to cultivate the bond and sustain the arcane connection that is a part of you

Isaac

While he wouldn’t consider the Night Creatures his familiars, he knows that magic can tie creatures and humans together and will help you as he sees how reliable the bond can be

Trevor

He’s aware of magic familiars and such, but why did you have to wake him at the early hours of dawn to look for yours??

Yes he couldn’t deny the adorable look on your face when you asked him to help you, but if your familiar tries to yank him around or interfere with his sleep more, he’ll hunt them down himself

[kisses-for-you]

Protective - Trevor Belmont

Trevor Belmont X Fem!Reader

Summary: When a drunk stranger crosses boundaries with you, Trevor's patience is tested.

Word Count: 822

You and Trevor sit opposite eachother at a table in a tavern. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow as you sit together, enjoying each other's company. Trevor shares tales of his adventures hunting creatures of the night, while you share stories about your magical abilities.

Everything is going perfectly fine until a rowdy figure stumbles toward your table.

The figure, a burly man with a rough demeanor, slurs his words as he boldly takes a seat beside you. The scent of ale is evident, showing that he's clearly drunk. His eyes linger on your body for a moment too long and Trevor seems to notice.

The man wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You immediately feel uncomfortable but you say nothing as you're not one to usually speak up for yourself.

Trevor tightens his grip on his tankard, a subtle growl escaping his throat. His jaw clenches with a hint of jealousy and frustration as the stranger's words get more slurred as well as inappropriate. Trevor glares at the intruder, his steely gaze fixed on the man's hand around your shoulders.

You glance at Trevor, who's wearing a scowl that matches the intensity of his piercing gaze. You shoot Trevor a pleading look, silently urging him to handle the situation without escalating into violence.

Trevor's patience wears thin. "I suggest you remove your arm unless you want it broken," he warns, his tone sharp.

The man, momentarily taken aback by Trevor's stern demeanor, smirks defiantly and instead he chuckles, "No need to be so serious, friend. Just having a bit of fun."

Trevor's fist clenches, the veins on his arm pulsating with restrained anger. He narrows his eyes, his demeanor turning more menacing. His chair scraping against the wooden floor, he stands up. "Last warning," Trevor grits through clenched teeth. He steps forward, his imposing figure towering over the unwelcome stranger.

The man, still not fully grasping the gravity of the situation, stumbles to his feet, slurring his words, "And what are you gonna do if I don't leave?" the man asks tauntingly.

Trevor's eyes narrow, a dangerous edge to his glare. You finally muster the courage to speak, "Please, let's not make a scene." But it's like your words fall on deaf ears. Neither of the men react to your plea, acting as if you hadn't even said anything.

Trevor, his eyes never leaving the unruly figure, speaks with a low, threatening growl, "If you don't leave now, you'll regret it." The stranger, sensing the escalating tension, smirks arrogantly.

You decide to step in before either of the men do something they'll regret. You rise from your chair and plant yourself by Trevor's side, grabbing his hand gently. "Trevor, it's not even that big of a deal! Let's just get out of here," you say, hoping to ease some of the tension.

Trevor reluctantly turns his gaze from the unruly man to you, his expression softening. He takes a deep breath, visibly trying to control his anger.

He appears to calm down until the man speaks again, "Yeah, listen to the pretty lady." Trevor's patience snaps, and he delivers a powerful punch to the stranger's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Trevor!" you call out, shocked. You hadn't expected him to do that.

Trevor stands over the fallen man, his chest heaving with restrained anger. He turns to you, a mix of frustration and regret in his eyes.

"I tried to warn him," Trevor mutters, his grip on your hand tightening. The tavern patrons exchange uneasy glances as Trevor leads you towards the exit.

Outside, under the moonlit night, Trevor sighs, his tension slowly dissipating. As you both walk through the dimly lit streets, Trevor breaks the silence. "I didn't want things to escalate," he says, his gaze softening as he looks at you. "But no one should disrespect you like that."

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. "I appreciate that, Trevor. Though, you probably could've found a better way to deal with it. Like maybe without using your fists," you say, a small smile playing on your face. As much as you want to be mad at Trevor for punching a stranger, you understand why he did it.

As you continue through the dimly lit streets, Trevor nods, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know, princess. Sometimes my temper gets the best of me. I'll try to work on it, I promise."

As you both reach home, you kick off your shoes and collapse onto the bed, tired after your fairly eventful evening. Trevor goes to lay down beside you, neither of you saying a word. You rest your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

Shortly after, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Trevor pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and whispering, "Goodnight, princess."

[yandereaffections]

Castlevania Masterlist

Alucard

S/o hugging him for the first time

headcannons

Fluff Headcannons

Darkest thing he might do

S/o who passes out at the sight of blood

Comforting a S/o who had a nightmare

Jealous Headcannons

Trevor and Alucard loving S/o

Petnames he calls S/o

Yandere Alphabet: B,J,Q,R,X

Proposing to S/o

Accepting his proposal 

S/o w/ a photographic memory 

Meeting S/os family for the first time

Circumstances to turning his darling into a vampire

S/o proposing to him

Spoiling his S/o

Trevor and Sypha coming back to find dead bodies and Alucards obsession

Confessing to S/o

Reacting to S/o crying

Fluff Headcannons

Finding out his darlings pregnant 

Trevor and Sypha find out he has a child

Comforting S/o who has a migraine 

Hellsing Alucard meeting Castlevania Alucard

Raising a child he found in the middle of the woods

Darling Hiding away to sneak up and surprise him

His baby taking their first steps towards him

Keeping his Ronin S/o from leaving

S/o has heterochromia 

S/o saying “I Love You” first

Singing lullabies to S/o

Having to clean and take away his babies favorite items

Animal loving S/o whos afraid of bugs

Info dumping S/o

Someone calling his ginger S/o “soulless”

Dracula 

Protective over his daughter

S/o who has Fainting Spells

Darling whos kind and wholesome

S/o suffers from nightmares

S/o who isnt fond of touch falling asleep on him

Dracula vs Carmilla

Trevor Belmont

Headcannons

Trevor and Alucard loving S/o

Sypha and Trevor loving S/o

Fairy darling

Sypha Belnades

Sypha and Trevor loving S/o

Headcannons

Hearing S/o sing

Hector

Grave cleric reader

Poly Trephacard

Headcannons

S/o who power is elemental bending

Plant powers Darling

Divination Wizard S/o

Carmila

Headcannons

Dracula vs Carmilla

Alucard

NS FW Headcannons

Pegging him NS FW

Incubus HC

Dracula

S/os first time NS FW

Trevor Belmont

Dubcon NS FW TW

[angelinpiink]

castlevania masterlist ࿐ྂ。

❥ camilla

carmilla with a fem! s/o headcannons

❥ dracula/ vlad tepes

dracula x fem! reader // modern AU | love you for you

dracula with a witch! s/o headcannons

❥ trevor belmont

trevor x fem! reader | drunk on your touch

masterlist main page!

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Trevor Belmont x Chubby! Female Reader NSFW HC: 

TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Minors DNI

Trevor being seemingly distant and restrained upon seeing your naked body until you’re undressing in your inn’s room when he stares at you with such intensity and lust that you feel you could melt right there on the spot. 

Trevor being almost afraid to touch you, his large calloused hands tentatively reaching out to caress your soft, supple flesh, doing his best not to be overcome by his desire for you. 

Trevor pouncing on you, once the dam finally breaks after you tell him you do, in fact, want him that way. 

Trevor groping every inch of your soft body as he kisses you. Sloppily. Hungrily. It’s so filthy and raw and you love it. 

The arms that beat vandals and kill monsters hoist your plump ass up. Your legs tightly wrapping around his waist as he carries you securely, safely bringing you to the bed and placing you gently down. 

His stubbled chin scratching your hot soft supple skin as he kisses his way down from your mouth to your neck, to your chubby stomach- all the way down to the tops of your thick thighs. 

Trevor teasing you by kissing even further past your wetness to your knees to your calves to your feet. Him pausing to run strong circles on the soles of your feet with his thumbs, looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, silently asking permission to taste you. 

You nodding in anticipation, watching as he places your leg back down before crawling back up your body to the apex of your thighs. Your breath hitching when he first slides a finger down your wet slit. 

Your heart and eyes swelling up when he finally spreads your lips apart and sighs at the gorgeous sight of your full sex on display for him. 

Trevor whispering just how beautiful you are to him as he lowers his head down, placing a kiss on your stomach, then on your mound before descending on your pussy like a man starved. 

Trevor licking and sucking at your core with such ferocity, you’re immediately bucking your hips up into his hot warm mouth, unable to stop the whimpers that escape your mouth. 

Trevor feeling your wriggling and hearing your sounds, starting to release deep moans of his own, the vibrations feeling heavenly on your clit. 

You getting closer and closer to your peak, begging Trevor to stop, tugging him by his hair away from you, it taking all the discipline in your being. You breathlessly telling him you want to finish with his cock inside you. 

Trevor eagerly shedding his clothes- his weapons and belts, his shirt, and finally his slacks and undergarments. Him climbing over you, holding your face in both hands, kissing you so deeply and fiercely again you can’t help but inhale and melt into him. 

You being impatient, asking him to please, please just fill you up already. Trevor moaning, practically cumming already from hearing the way you beg for his cock inside you. 

Him pumping his erection a few times before lining the tip up with your entrance, ever so slowly pushing the head in. 

You sucking in a breath as you feel the wide girth breech you, relishing the initial stretch his cock brings. 

Trevor’s thighs shaking as he continues to push gradually into you, using all his restraint so as not to ram his cock into you as fast and as deep as it will go until you’re screaming his name, crying out underneath him. 

You assuring him you’re ok, that you can take it, please. Trevor picking up the pace, finding a medium-paced rhythm that leaves you breathless, yet also wanting more. 

You getting louder and louder with each thrust of his cock hitting your g-spot, you beg Trevor to fuck you harder… Yes, god right there!

Trevor lifting himself in a plank position over you, his impressive core strength on full display, as he pistons deeper and faster into you. 

You crying out due to the loss of fullness as Trevor pulls out of you to quickly change positions in order to fuck you even deeper. 

Him taking your feet and pushing them up and backwards, over your head, folding your plush body in half, that swollen wet pussy left perfectly on display for him, centered between the undersides of those two juicy thighs of yours. 

Trevor telling you how good you feel. How much he loves your pussy, your body, eventually lost in pleasure, him slipping up and admitting that he loves you so fucking much and doesn’t want to imagine his future without you. 

Trevor pounding into you, bruising your hips with his hands, the way he grips you so hard, as if terrified of letting you go. 

Trevor getting closer and closer to his release, wanting to make sure you cum first. Using his thumb to rub circles on your clit, enjoying the way it makes those thick thighs ripple and shake when you cum so hard for the first time that night. 

Trevor fucking you through your orgasm, giving you no time to recover as he feels his own impending release getting closer and closer. 

Trevor telling you not to worry that he’ll pull out if you want, that he doesn’t want to burden you with his cursed lineage but him also admitting he’d love nothing more than to raise a giant family with you. To see your supple breasts get even bigger and swollen with milk and watch your soft stomach stretch to accommodate his child growing inside you. 

Trevor finishing wherever you ask, releasing his cum with a deep choked-off moan, sounding so gruff, impassioned, and absolutely wrecked by the pulsations of your cunt. The feeling of his hot release causing you to swell with pride as you reach your peak for a third time that night. 

Trevor falling on the bed, pulling you on top of him, his fingers sweetly stroking up and down your back as the both of you come down from your high. 

You choosing to enjoy the silence between the two of you, soaking in the wonderful sounds of the peaceful night - the cricket chirps, and owls hooting. Knowing the moment won’t last as there will always be another fight and another monster, but so long as you have each other, you’ll be alright.

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[silverlakes]

Finished Castlevania.

I knew everyone lived, cause i saw a gif , but they nearly had me going there for a second. Don’t get me wrong Alucard is my baby(and i am so glad he is okay) but i have a soft spot for stubborn ass heroes who survive things they shouldn’t through sheer force of will, so I’m glad Treffy is alright.

Very nice ending. I find it very refreshing when a show concludes nicely. It scratches an itch in my brain.

Now…what the fuck do i do with my life???

[thewritetofreespeech]

May I request Alucard finding out that his s/o may be pregnant? I mean, if that's okay. If not then, may I request Alucard reacting to his s/o asking him out?

Alucard x Reader

Alucard did not normally consider himself an anxious person, but in this moment, he was positively paralyzed by it.

Metaphorically, of course, as he was currently wearing a fine trench in the floor with his pacing.

[Y/N] had been sick for a few days now. Retching, unable to keep anything down, poor sleeping. Finally, he sent word to Sypha to have a look at her. Though his mother was a skilled doctor, Alucard had no knowledge of human medicine outside of basic first aid and chicken soup. Sypha was the only healer he knew who could help them.

“Relax will you.” Trevor told him. As lax on the situation as any other. “I’m sure [Y/N] will be fine.”

“What if they’re not?” Alucard retorted.

His partner was human. Fragile. He remembered once a time when his mother was sick and his father had a similar amount of worry. Who heals the healer when they fall ill? Eventually, she did recover, and they were a happy family again. But he remembered quite clearly his father’s distress that he might lose his only love. Alucard didn’t think he could bear it. Not after everything else he had lost.

The door finally opened and Sypha slipped out. “What is it? Are they alright?” Alucard questioned immediately.

“They are fine.” The Speaker assured him. To which Alucard let out a sigh. “The sickness may persist for a while longer, but that is normal.” He arched a brow. That didn’t sound normal. “They want to see you.”

Alucard wasted no time in going to their side, as requested. [Y/N] was sitting in their bed. Looking rather fine with a soft smile on their face. So it seemed that it was good news. “Sypha told me you would be on the mend. That’s good to hear.”

“Is that what she told you?” He arched a brow again. Why was everyone being so cryptic today. “Well, I am fine. She found the cause for my sickness. I am…pregnant…”

Shock washed over Alucard. Pregnant? From him?

Of course, he knew it had to be from him. [Y/N] was nothing if not faithful. But he was under the impression that dhampir were sterile. Like mules, or some other cruel comparison he had heard from his childhood. Alucard didn’t think he could get [Y/N] pregnant. If he had known they would have been more careful. But she was with child….“You don’t seem happy.”

Alucard looked up to [Y/N]’s face. Her smile fallen into a look of concern. Clearly taking his reeling for a negative reaction to the news. “No, no! I am happy, my love. Ecstatic!” He leaned over to kiss her sweetly in joy.

A child. They were going to have a child. A piece of him & her, out in the world. A chance at a new family. A chance to go on living again.

“Are you truly happy, Adrian? I know this was a bit of a shock.”

“Miracles tend to be that way.” He told her with a soft smile. Clasping their hands. “I could not be happier though.”

He wondered if his father had been as happy when he heard the news about him. Did his parents make the plans he was already making in his mind? Did they cry like he felt he was about to? No one could be sure, but he did know this. Alucard would give his child and wife a world where they would be safe in. He would love and protect them always. This he would promise them.

[japyr]

their favorite music.

castlevania headcanons, starring: Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Adrian “Alucard” Tepes, Issac and Hector.

⠁trevor:

Apart of me wants to say country or german metal like the band rammestein. But apart of me just sees trevor as a closeted countryman😭 so this would be a tough one.

i really feel like he has mixed feelings abt the genre of music he listen to, like his music taste is boiling hotpot and it won’t stop boiling till he finds 3 or more songs he enjoys within the same genre. Other than that being said he’s more into mid 80s music or the 80s music they play inside a skating rink.

if he listened to country music i’m sure it would be southern music sang by african american artist cause who don’t love a good ol mississippi sunday music and i’m not talking abt gospel.

enough with that, he listens to starry cat.

⠁sypha:

omg. indie, indie rock, and boy bands.

Sypha isn’t the obsessed boy band fangirl she just well LIKED boy bands when she was younger but i feel like she grew out of it as she got older.

My top artists for her would be

Modern Talking

The smiths

The cure etc etc.

y’all probably gone hate me for this but..janet jackson. 😞

it just fits her so well, but she also doesn’t mind listening to world music like music sang in others language. Especially her native language.

⠁alucard:

now he has some pretty good music taste. Just like sypha he likes those top 3 artists/bands. But i would associate him with bands and/or songs like Rammestien, Lebanon hoover, Radiohead and Slowdive.

Simply because the vibe and atmosphere/emotion of the music brings and odd sense of “this feels like alucard” ykwim? but other than that i can see him also liking Blues and classical music as well.

⠁issac:

he’s so bland and plain sometimes i feel like he never enjoyed the sound of music. jk, but he is bland so i don’t expect him to listen to music MUSIC like that. Maybe he’ll listen to festive beats and hum or whatnot but that’s the closet he’ll get to singing or listening to music. He’d rather listen to the natrual sounds around him.

⠁hector:

Just like trevor, his music taste is a boiling pot but he doesn’t care what type of music he listens to. He doesn’t prefer one genre of music but all, but if you really look at his spotify wrapped he’d most likely only listen to the same 15+ genres on repeat cause ngl..my spotify wrapped said i listened to 63 genres this year😭

he hates posers but he’s not a band fanatic. He’ll only call himself a band fanatic once he can listen to more than 3 songs by said person and it’s not the only popular songs either.

tbh he doesn’t care all that much, he just enjoys music.

[the-crow-binary]

Click here for Trevor getting a treat (NSFW) from a devil forgemaster ❤️ (or whoever you want to imagine, hehe)

[mewkwota]

"I wonder... Are you truly letting your guard down...?"

I'm revisiting old concepts (at a smaller, more manageable scale), but it's also because I missed doing self-indulgent poses like these.

Also how did Simon quickly remove that half-coat when his corset is in the way? He's just skilled like that.