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incredibly beautiful stranger with fucked up contact lenses walks into your local pizzeria, asks if you’ve got meatball, almost bursts into tears when you don’t. you can barely understand what he’s saying through his accent. he’s wearing 3 different band t-shirts all layered on top of each other and platform heels. there’s a man standing in the back who looks like his brother. he’s slightly more intelligible and asks if you’ve got hamburger. ‘no,’ you say, ‘our city was just beset by plague and then blown up by satan.’ the first one is trying to control himself. he keeps picking up cans of soda, sniffing them, and putting them back down again. your boss made you come into work despite the fact that the block is in ruins. ‘can you check in the back?’ he asks, like you would keep meatball in the back but not up here. ‘i can give you pepperoni on the house,’ you say, desperate for this day to end. his eyes get glassy. he starts loudly proclaiming that humanity was worth saving while the other one starts smashing his head into the glass window. if it breaks it’s coming out of your paycheck. you wish satan had hit your store with you in it.

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so satan was inside you huh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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tumblr is being a bitch and not showing my art in the tags so f U CK YOU,TUMBLR

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i’m only alive bc i love trevor lords of shadow and that’s a fact.

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       He cast a cautious glance at the other, ears straining simultaneously to pick up the low sounds of growls or footsteps. In these halls, one could never be too careful. “No,” he said finally. “There was a time when there was no conflict at all. And, past that point, I was never truly alone in my opposition.”

         “Have you always been trying to oppose your father? All on your own?”

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       “Mister Dragwlya, that sounds unrealistic. If you unleash your power here in front of these humans, I will have no choice but to bury you in this parking lot. Rest assured that I would, ah-- ‘pour one out’ for you once the deed was done. A Coca-Cola, that is. Or diet, if that is your wish. But I would prefer not to.”

    “Correct! ‘tis a modern tradition that one settles seemingly irresolvable disputes in this battlefield! A truly terrible mettle of violence before the watching feasting peasants! A trial by combat! Here! Only here! That’s the decree! The arm of fate revolves and the sun sets here, testimony to our madness! In this Denny’s parking lot!”

@vampijerovic jk ill write the serious starter now but that’s just something I had to write?

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                 ‘til human voices wake us, and we drown .

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nocturnirea:

IT SHOULD HUMOR, THE NOTION OF EMOTIONS BEING FRIGHTENING. But rather, the Lord of Darkness’s expression was a marble-carved statue’s, unchanged from before. Dismay sat deep within his eyes for the nonsense his kin spouted.

       “ARE YOU PUTTING ME ON THE SAME LEVEL AS THESE INSECTS… ? I’VE LEFT BEHIND THAT WHICH BINDS AND THAT WHICH COULD, HAD BEEN STRIPPED FROM ME. WHAT I HAVE LEFT IS THAT WHICH YOU CHOOSE TO FIGHT.  EMOTIONS WITHOUT POWER ARE ONLY HOPES AND I OPPOSE FAITH.”

That was his power, his curse. The loneliness of half a century, the vengeance that grew and reached deeper and deeper like the roots of a tree those blossoms cursed the land around it. A dissatisfied grumble grew in his throat. 

      “I’VE OVERCOME HUMANITY A LONG TIME AGO, YET IT CANNOT OVERCOME ME. THAT IS FATE, MY SON. WHY DO YOU CLING TO IT SO MUCH? IT NEVER YIELDED ANYTHING TO YOU.”

       For a time, Alucard stared at his own feet, examining every line and speck of dust on his boots as he thought. Then, slowly, he raised his eyes to the vampire again, and in those golden depths swam a profound pity; not of the sort that would prompt him to stay his hand, for, more than anything, it was imperative that Dracula die if ever he raised a finger against humanity, as was his wont; but he felt it nevertheless, and it painted a delicate and deep sorrow across the prince’s marble face.

       Here was a wretched being, unable and unwilling to traverse the distance between himself and God, who wallowed in darkness and decay, who had held love only to lose it in the cruelest way imaginable. Alucard did not know whether or not he was worthy to pursue the humanity that his mother had held, monster that he was by birth, but regardless of right or wrong, his understanding and the ensuing regret was cemented then. Dracula was cursed beyond his own comprehension, and even the lowliest human was more fortunate than he.

       “Because,” he said, in a tone so sweet and so despairing that the stones themselves seemed to tremble, “it was my mother’s dying wish.”

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Floating Vampire Jesus Alucard

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when you wake up from your three month nap and all the draculas are still there.

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drakulya:

 “What did you say your name was again?”  Vlad blinked, awkwardly registering the last statements the boy before him had given. Anything prior was a lapse, tuned out as he studied the… child with the maturity and demand of well…. oddly himself at his age. Or perhaps it was his brother with their features.  He was not that pretty as a child. The prince sat up at his desk, pinching a needle between his fingers. It seemed he  had been in the middle of another project.

       The child hesitated, delicate little fingers toying with the hem of his too-large shirt. Such pretty little eyes, pale pink cheeks, and a well-formed mouth which would have epitomized the ‘bow of Cupid’ and moved a sculptor to tears. Here, in this place, he stood out far too much, but there was nothing to be done. “Genya,” he replied, aware enough of cultural expectations to now offer his first name. “You did not answer my question, sir. Can you help me?”

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       “I distinctly recall telling you to stay away.” For the first time in recent memory, Adrian’s voice held a hint of real aggravation. Had he not warned this warlord time and time again of the dangers that the Castle held for one such as he? “Tell me, O Prince,” he continued, with measured calm which concealed ringing steel, “Do you disregard my words because you think me stupid, or are you simply so overconfident that you believe yourself above caution?”

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@pontificalandwarlike

       The dhampir slid through the streets of Paris, golden eyes flickering back and forth and nostrils twitching almost imperceptibly. Miss Harker was here, or so his sources told him, and he was doing his best to search for her without growing distracted by the wonders of the city. How long had it been since he had interacted with the modern world? Too long, and here was humanity, thriving! ( Though the country smelled strongly of blood, old and new -- he wondered what had happened here, but he would learn soon enough. ) If only his once-beloved monsters could leave them in peace. Ah, but it was not to be, and so he sought out one of their more well-known victims, in hopes of easing some of the pain. Perhaps when this was done, though, he could look into the local museums and libraries, ensure that his family’s legacy was being properly handled...

       Before that, he would need better clothes than what he had woken up in. They were of the finest materials, but dated. Luckily, there was always someone-- yes, there! “Excuse me,” he murmured, his French exquisite even by local standards, “do you know where I might find a tailor?”

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@blondedoveofhope

       “My Lady,” he began, not taking his eyes off of where her feet danced near the precipice for an instant. He was fast, but not foolish; if Maria fell, even if he dashed to catch her, he might have to go over the side as well, at which point holding onto her would become difficult, even with his superhuman strength. His tongue clicked softly against the roof of his mouth, the sound too quiet for any in the vicinity to hear. “My Lady,” the dhampir started again, “perhaps you should come away from there, and allow me to look instead.”

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it’s time to remember how to write aloe card so like for a starter.