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       Between calloused fingers of the young girl is held a patch of fresh leather. It had been curing within their farm for, what seemed like, an age longer than she could have lived. It’s very existence was rare in a world run by furs and heavy, burlapesque, cloths and oh was she so pleased even to have it in her possession. Her companion, Lord Bartholmew, had brought it to her in it’s earlier stages, promising its craftability and outcome would be just for her. All too soon, after another sparse few months, she would be wearing their piece – Her very own armor set.

       The thought of what it could become was enough to make Dahlia giddy.

       Excitement ran warm up her spine as she jumped for joy. A stablehand, of whom she’s forgotten the man of, approaches her from the back to retried the rare gem for its departure, though she finds it hard to release the fabric to him. “Be careful with it! –” she calls to the mans back, scampering toward the door of which he would exit. Lolo would be awaiting her within the estate and she ought not keep him waiting, no matter her excitement.

       Weeks would pass by far too slowly. Like the agonizing tick of her own boot in the dirt, Dahlia spent what time she could preparing for the coming of her special gift. Much of it was spent trying to find just the right PAIR for it, tactile wise. Would cotton do? Perhaps something heavier would be necessary … Maybe Lolo had something planned already! Like a little jitterbug, she paced from home, to Bartholomew’s estate and back again. Day in and day out, just when Dahlia thought the waiting would finally take her life away —- It arrived.

       The parcel itself was not so pretty. Coated here and there by ash and coal dust, likely more from transit than the craft of the wooden crate. The young girl sat before it with hands clasped, her heart fluttering faster and harder than it ever had before. Never had she felt such a rush. Beside her was means of opening the box, a prybar constructed completely of wooden boards. She took to work hastily, pulling from the wreckage a pair of hand and forearm guards as well as a single shoulder. It was sole with intention, it’s strap meant to be the sheath which held her sword when not in use. The gift was absolutely perfect.

       For the following week, there was nothing more that she cherished, nor quite wore out, like this treasure. She keeps it, though she has long outgrown it, as a memento.

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#upon these stones I build my home ✞ blog resources #pretty sure this is not the same character as my fc #but it looks like the same mangaka and I can barely tell the difference between characters #SO #I'm using these #good things come to those who wait ✞ queue

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              its  far  less  insulting  when  a  human  points  out  this  flaw.  a warmth inside of him that stems from the blood of his mother and the ancestors to her name. alucard reaches up to subconsciously tug his jacket closed, looking at the vampire with an uncanny chill in his gaze. 

he’s listened to him thus far.  spoken about the political cultures and nuances of vampire kind.  but it is only when his human characteristics are discovered that he reverts to his usual iciness. 

❝ i am half-human, ❞  he confesses, lifting his head higher.  ❝ my mother was a practitioner of physic.  my father married her, and she imparted a great deal of knowledge and sentiment to me when i was still a child. ❞

       Such a reaction startled Bartholomew, causing him to falter a moment, his lips parted and head tilted in confusion. “I mean no offense, I assure you. Often I’m at odds with our kind, and if anything, it’s the ones like you I feel most comfortable around.”

       His defensiveness, however, vanished the moment he heard the young man’s confession, only to be replaced by fondness... then something like envy. Bartholomew’s eyes closed partway, heavy lashes obscuring most of his gaze as he contemplated those words. He and his wife had never been so lucky as to conceive, and seeing an example of what could’ve been right in front of him was bittersweet.

       “How blessed your parents were, then.” There was no hint of sarcasm or anger in his voice. “Had I the fortune of being a father, you’d be in similar company right now, and perhaps close enough in age to my child for you to become friends.”

#incurse #a man in mourning ✞ main verse #good things come to those who wait ✞ queue

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Terrible First Meeting Starters

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”

#passing the time ✞ memes #good things come to those who wait ✞ queue

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✞ ⟨ I think Bartholomew would like Hector’s resurrected pets once he got past the initial shock of seeing an undead puppy/cat/whatever ⟩

#the mortal is speaking ✞ ooc #lolo vc: A PUPPY IS STILL A PUPPY EVEN IF IT LOOKS FUCKED UP

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axkrusnik replied to your post “axkrusnik replied to your post: ✞ ⟨ Listen I don’t...”

Do it do it. Make the blog. Throw all those ocs at me and my sad vamp eating priest. Do it. Encourages you. ;)

✞ ⟨ Abel could probably eat Raphaella for breakfast tbh... ⟩

#axkrusnik #the mortal is speaking ✞ ooc

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✞ ⟨ I’m terrible at drawing women but...

I had to make a point about what a good fc Monica would make for Raphaella. ⟩

#the mortal is speaking ✞ ooc #portraits on the walls ✞ mun art #raphaella tag pending

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axkrusnik replied to your post: ✞ ⟨ Listen I don’t have the time or discipline for...

do it

✞ ⟨ don’t encourage me... ⟩

#axkrusnik #the mortal is speaking ✞ ooc

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✞ ⟨ Listen I don’t have the time or discipline for another blog, but I just remembered there’s a character in Trinity Blood who’s basically a near-perfect fc for the vampire who turned Bartholomew, and my resolve is WEAK... ⟩

#the mortal is speaking ✞ ooc #raphaella isn't well developed as an oc but would that stop me? #doubtful

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#in the eye of the beholder ✞ aesthetics #ask to tag #good things come to those who wait ✞ queue

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“ What you must remember, is that the only thing necessary for EVIL to triumph is for good men to do NOTHING.           an independent adrian (ALUCARD) fahrenheit tepes roleplay!    divergent canon / heavy game-canon & headcanon fusion.  

#enter friend or foe ✞ promo #good things come to those who wait ✞ queue

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                       He grumbles.

                                                   “I am not short.”

#a little input ✞ commentary

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vikevamp‌:

 “Your short. even for a vampire.    Whats with you, afraid that the humans    will turn you in to the…belmonts?”

he leans forward. 

“We have speed for a reason. Ever used it ?”

       “I’m a perfectly respectable height. My wife always said I was tall!” He crosses his arms. “Obviously, I’m not afraid. You’re the one suggesting I wait longer. It sounds to me like you’re the one who’s afraid.”

       He also leans forward, though it’s less intimidating, given his size. “I prefer to sneak up on things, personally. And if a Belmont came for me, I wouldn’t run; I’d stand and fight, thank you very much.”

#vikevamp #a man in mourning ✞ main verse #lolo talks big for a baby vamp

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vikevamp‌:

 “Still living where you lived? That  has to be the worst mistake a new vampire could make. Couldn’t you have at least waited a hundred years at least before going back?!”

 “Your short. A shrimp.”

       “So far, everything’s worked out fine. And a hundred years seems like a long time. Well, to me, at least. I’m not even a hundred years old yet.”

       He huffs. “Am not! Just because you’re a giant doesn’t make me short.”

#vikevamp #a man in mourning ✞ main verse

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vikevamp‌:

 “No no you have it wrong. Its rare to see a young kid like you…not like that.”

gestures to the armorued vampires with brimming red eyes. 

 “I’m surprise you didn’t make yourself taller either. or..is that your natural vampire height?”

       “O-oh... That. I’m, um... I’m actually still living close to where I did as a human. I can’t really afford to look much different than I did before. As it is, I’m always afraid someone will notice my fangs.”

       Then he considers the question, and a look of childlike indignant frustration crosses his face.

       “Humans consider me tall, you know! But for your information, yes, I’ve grown a bit since changing, I think. Just... not a lot.”

#vikevamp #a man in mourning ✞ main verse #jjhkkg don't drag him like this

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       “A few months chained in a cellar and fed very selectively does wonders for one’s disposition, it seems.” He traces one fingertip along the edge of the table. “I think you give me too much credit, though. You’ll find I can be plenty unpredictable under the wrong circumstances.”

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 Drinks his beer. 

Silence. 

   “Never thought of seeing a fledging vampire like you with so much control.”

#vikevamp #a man in mourning ✞ main verse

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@numaiisms cont. from ✞

       “Now now, running inside can be dang--”

       He cuts himself off, realizing the absurdity of bringing up safety when he’s about to teach a child to play with knives. She’ll be fine. He knows that much. And with that in mind, he runs after her, lagging behind just enough to insure that she wins their little race.

       “It appears you’re the winner. Good work, Dahlia.” Bartholomew gives her a gentle pat on the head, the only real reward for her victory, yet still hopefully worth something. “Now, what I’m about to teach you is something of a game, but hiding weapons is a skill, too. It may serve you well someday.”

#numaiisms #back in the old days ✞ younger verse