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viccerys · 6 months
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Shadows of the past
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Some Țepeș fam memes
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xemnas178 · 6 months
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You can imagine this happened before painting for Lisa.(there's a portrait painting of Lisa in comic)She's showing her new look to dracula:3
(I was thinking of drawing Elisabetha Cronqvist,too.)
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yuzerowo · 1 year
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an old art painting of mine, Lisa Tepes. Should I redo it?👀
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beevean · 6 months
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Mathias decided to turn himself into a vampire to spite God and his "cree of limited life", because Elisabetha died before her time was due, and he took it as being unfair. And yet, Lisa stayed human. Dracula could have turned her at any point after Alucard was born, to make sure that the love of his unlife would be on his side, young and nigh invulnerable for eternity... but he never did.
Being turned into a vampire doesn't seem to be pleasant. We know this by Sara's experience in LoI, when she describes it like this: "My heartbeat is weakening and my blood is growing cold… I can feel myself changing into something inhuman…". It's a slow, scary, potentially painful process, and it's possible that Dracula simply didn't have the heart to do this to Lisa, especially if quite simply she didn't want to. Dracula has always been highly self-centered, but perhaps, before Lisa's death, not to the point of disrespecting her wishes.
It's also possible that the reason he never turned her is because vampire Lisa wouldn't have been the same person as human Lisa. She would have grown colder, more selfish... the opposite of her human nature that Dracula fell in love with. Remember: before Lisa's death, Dracula did not hate humanity, he only hated God.
And I personally like to imagine that Dracula was also trying to get over his apparent distaste for death. That he was ready to accept to see his wife grow old, die and leave him alone for eternity: he may have rejected mortality, but that did not make it inherently something to be shied from. And then we know what happens next :)
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asklisafromlupu · 14 days
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"Do you fear anything or anyone??"
-Belladonna
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"I have answered this a few times, Belladonna. I am afraid of fire. And I do not want my husband to know I have this debilitating fear."
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fabledgalaxies · 6 months
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Lisa and Dracula are t4t
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suninnightmare · 25 days
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sketches!!(i will never finish them) because i don't draw anything(i really should...)
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alpaca-clouds · 1 year
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Things to learn
Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)
Shipping: Dracula/Lisa
Genre: Sappy Fluff with a bit of Smut
Length: 1670 words
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“I am still surprised,” Lisa muttered, as she bit down on the meat. The taste was perfect. Gamy, the amount of spice just right. It was what she supposed the food served at the courts of Europe would taste like – nothing that someone like her was ever supposed to taste.
Vlad smiled at her. “How so?”
“You said you barely have eaten normal food in decades. So I am surprised you handle the cooking well.”
“I just don't forget things,” he replied.
It was so strange. The way he looked at her. The expression in his red eyes so incredibly soft. His smile was warm. It all did feel almost unreal. But it was not, was it? There was a silver band on her finger. Her wedding band. At times she was still wondering, whether she had gone insane. She knew the man for barely more than half a year and yet was married to him – was bearing his child.
Yet, he was a thoughtful husband. He was cooking for her, looking after her, still teaching her the sciences of course. It was all she could ever have dreamed of. Even more. Which was, why it felt so unreal.
“You should eat it, while it is still warm,” he said.
“Of course.” She smiled, shaking her head as she realized she had been lost in her thoughts. “Though I am fairly certain this would still be good served cold.”
“I would be,” he said. “But you need a warm meal.”
It made her chuckle. He really was thoughtful - and a bit nervous. It seemed that this, having a child, was as new to him as it was to her. Even if she could not yet be past the tenth week, he was at times acting as if she could be due any minute.
She took his hand now over the table. “Relax, dear. I am still feeling fine.”
He nodded, smiled. “Of course.” For a moment his long fingers interweaved his hers, as he was looking at their hands.
Vlad really was a strange man. Maybe the strangest man she had ever met. But he was a good man. People probably would not believe her, if she told them, but she was most certain, that he was good – even though she knew him to be a murderer.
And he was a good cook, always knowing how to get it just right. The meat, that would be just red enough, the noodles he would make by hand, the vegetables he served with it. She supposed all of that was knowledge as well. Knowledge she could learn from him, too.
“You don't need to help me,” he said, when he was washing the dishes, making her sigh. She tapped against his shoulder and tucked his collar. A simple little sign that he understood quite well by now. He bowed down, allowing for her to kiss him.
“My dear.” With a smile she cupped his face in her hands. “I am pregnant, not dying.”
“I know.” He sighed, chuckling awkwardly. “I know that.”
At least he did not protest any longer, when she dried of the dishes, putting them into the right cupboards again.
“What do you want to do for the evening?” he asked. After all the evening was the time they got to share the most – even if he rarely ever slept. As such she just leaned against him. “I think for once, I might enjoy just reading a book.” She took his hand, that was so big compared to her own. “Will you join me?”
He smiled, now bowing to kiss her all on his own. “Of course,” he whispered, the fingers of his free hand weaving through her hair. Then he kissed her forehead, as he would do so often.
He was good. Soft. Caring. For her it was almost hard to imagine him killing. She knew he had done so in the past. She never allowed herself to forget it. But as he was right now she could barely imagine it.
Soon she found herself leaning against him on the sofa in the sitting room. There was a nice fire burning, as by now the nights were chilly, even though the castle with its big walls quite well isolated. But sitting here in front of the fire, with him by her side was always nice.
He was reading as well, making her wonder if he was reading maybe the same book for the tenth time. Her book was new, of course. It was in Latin, a language she had only started to learn as she got here. It was not on medicine, but on the movement of the stars. It was another thing she had learned since she had gotten here. The earth was revolving around the sun - not the other way around. It was fascinating, really. So much knowledge found in this castle. So much knowledge he was holding himself.
Once more his fingers ran through her hair, before he softly kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered, making her look up from her book.
“Where is this coming from all of the sudden?”
“I…” He took her right hand, the one bearing the ring. “It is still quite hard to believe, really.” Guiding the hand to his lips, he kissed it, before pausing, pulling in her smell.
I am afraid it gets adulty after this, so off to Ao3 you go.
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ruiniel · 2 years
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🔻Dust of ages | trevorcard | tension, pre-relationship | 1.1k | season II AU | oneshot | Rating: T
🔻One of them | trevorcard | angst | season II AU | oneshot | Rating: T
🔻Beyond this place of wrath and tears | trephacard | angst, friendship | polyamory | multichapter | Rating: M | ongoing
🔻Forgotten | trevorcard | fluff | oneshot | Rating: T
🔻️No more, no less, none other | trephacard | friendship | oneshot | Rating: T
🔻Prickly thorns, tender roses | alucard x original female character | 56k | adventure, emotional, enemies to lovers | Rating: 🔞
🔻️Anew | trevorcard | fluff, pining, wintertimes, smut | oneshot | Rating: 🔞
🔻Softly you tread | trevorcard | emotional, smut | oneshot | Rating: 🔞
🔻Closer | castlevania OT4 | polyamory | drugs | blood drinking | Rating: 🔞
🔻Enfold | trephacard | polyamory | smut | oneshot | Rating: 🔞
🔻Scarlet Heavens | trevorcard | smut, emotional | oneshot | Rating: 🔞
🔻Return | gretacard | heavy angst | oneshot | Rating: 🔞
🔻Storm | sypha x trevor | oneshot | Rating: G
🔻First Snow | gretacard | oneshot | Rating: G
🔻Castlevania OT4 oneshots | fluff | domestic
🔻From the madding crowd | gretacard | fluff | oneshot | Rating: G
🔻Tide over heart | castlevania OT4 | fluff, smut | oneshot | Rating: 🔞
🔻Frost | lisa x carmilla | multichapter | Rating: G
🔻Promise | alucard & lisa | oneshot | Rating: G
🔻Second meeting | lisa x carmilla | oneshot | Rating: G
🔻Darkest hour | alucard + sypha | oneshot | emotional hurt/comfort | 2k | Rating: T
🔻Reunion | Alucard & Lisa & Dracula | oneshot | family, angst | 1.2k | Rating: G
🔻Crown | gretacard | oneshot | fluff | 0.9k | Rating: G
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lordmyst · 11 months
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Baby Adrian's birthday
Hi I'm sorry for not writing, hadn't inspiration these months. But, now I'm inspired to write a cute baby Adrian story, so Lets go!
Mommy Dracula and Daddy Lisa, and Dracula in a dress ( go and fight me, but trust me he has a model body so he looks pretty in a dress.)
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5 years had passed since Adrian has been born, and under his mama and father's love and care, the little baby had turned into a beautiful and adorable little boy. Today was his fifth h birthday, so he wore the pretty blue dress his mother had made for his birthday and had his hair tied by a middle ponytail with a blue matching ribbon, some hairs falling over his rounded, blushed cheeks, making him look like a pretty porcelain doll.
The little boy was helping his mom to make his birthday cake, it was a chocolate cake, and his favorite.
" My little baby, can you please pass me the flour?" Vlad asked as he arranged all the ingredients for the cake batter.
" Yes, mama!" Exclaimed little Adrian, he reached for the flour bag on the other side of the table and give it to his "mom".
" Thank you, baby." Vlad thanked and started to prepare the batter, Adrian looked at him amazed.
" Mama, do you think papa will arrive from her travel tonight?" Asked Adrian, his yellowish eyes looking at his mother with illusion.
" Of course my baby, she wrote that she would be here tonight to celebrate your birthday, so don't worry," Vlad assures him with a smile.
Adrian just nods and proceeds to help his mama in the cake making, Adrian can't wait for his dad to try this cake and hoped she liked it.
The night had fallen, and mother and son were quietly waiting for the father to arrive. The little boy was waiting by the door, tightly hugging a little rag doll, which was another of his mother's gift. The little boy was so scared that his "father" wouldn't make it today, his daddy was always traveling, taking care of the sick. Bcause of this, Adrian hadn't share so much with her, but because this day was so special to him, she assured him to be on time.
Disillusion started to take him over, but suddenly he heard the front door open, the little boy looked up and saw a tall, blonde woman enter the house. Happily, the little boy got up from the floor and hugged the woman, who gladly accepted his hug.
" Aww my little princess, I'm home now." The older woman lift up the little boy, he had grown up since she last saw him, but he was still so small and light.
" My love..." Lisa heard her husband calling her, she turned and saw the love of her life clad in a simple white dress, which framed perfectly his curves. His shoulder-length was loose and perfectly framed his sharp face which a mustache and a goatee decorated it, giving him a regal and elegant. He looked like a beautiful queen, she went with Adrian in her arms and hugged him. Vlad hugged his wife small body, he was so content to see he and being able to hold her, he was so tired of the long nights absent of her embrace, but now she was with him and his little boy.
Little Adrian was so joyful to be in his parents’ arms and that his “father” was able to fulfill her promise and be for fifth birthday. The gifts weren’t the reason he waited for his birthdays, but the opportunity to share it with his parents and being dotted with all of their love.
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Finally, I had this short story in my drafts for months, it was supposed to be posted during December, but many things happened that delayed this story. But the most important thing is that it’s finished. Also, thank you for everyone who reads my story and enjoy my blog, I appreciate a lot!
~ LordMyst 🌟✨💫
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beevean · 1 month
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Currently hating myself and every word composed by my fingers, but I'm pushing through to get to the hopefully more interesting part.
Anyway, some headcanons regarding teen Hector and his relationships with the Tepes family coming from my WIP.
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As soon as Hector earned his title and could stand equal to Isaac, Lord Dracula became his formal mentor, and kept a closer eye on him and his progress. He was a beast of a man, whose power and authority radiated from him and sent ghastly chills on Hector’s skin from the door of his throne room; however, despite how tiny Hector felt in his presence, his deep voice soothed his fears, and urged him to listen to him. Lord Dracula had little need for words: a nod, a tugged corner of his mouth, a hand on Hector’s shoulder that barely scratched him with his claws, the smallest acknowledgment was enough to make Hector’s knees tremble and fill his chest with emotions he had no name for, new sensations that he couldn’t get enough of.
His wife, Lady Lisa, was a more affectionate woman. She’d approach him delicately, bending forward to talk to him eye-to-eye in the same tone Hector used with his animal friends. Whenever she spoke to him, he’d bite his lip and look at his own feet and wait until she got tired of him and walked away and then he’d have to wait until his heart slowed down. Lady Lisa wasn’t scary like her husband, but he still had the instinct to protect his Devils from her, in case she got angry with him and killed them.
He was more comfortable around Prince Adrian, whenever he was alone. The dhampir boy seemed to dislike having to use words, which suited Hector just fine. He had no interest in the art of Forging either, which meant he gave the laboratory a wide berth, but Hector often found him huddled in remote corners of the library, nose buried in some book about medicine. He, too, had a Fairy friend to keep him company, bigger and more vivacious than Hector’s own; she’d sing with her tiny voice for her young Master, and the sound helped Hector studying the increasingly confusing material, bestiaries and grimoires about demonology written in discolored ink bound to give him a headache in less than an hour. But Prince Adrian would startle and run off as soon as he’d hear Isaac barge in looking for Hector (a full minute before the boy actually made his presence known: he couldn't manage to catch him by surprise), and he’d spend too much time hidden behind his mother’s skirts, which made Hector wrinkle his nose in confusion.
So Isaac was his only friend in the castle.
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Metamorphose: A Castlevania Fanfiction
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[6/20 chapters posted so far; 63,495 words at this point]
Excerpt: No human had ever surprised him as she did. No human ever had the gall or the courage to burst into his castle, unannounced, insisting that he teach her science and care about humans. No one had dared to. Before, they came for money. The knowledge they desired was for the purpose of defeating their enemies. They came because of petty disputes and pathetic wars, and they begged at his feet like worms. Not Lisa. No. She was strong, independent, intuitive, and young. Full of wit and charm. It had been so long since he had witnessed the beauty and youth of mortals who had not yet become disillusioned to the world. Vlad considered himself. How many years had he been secluded inside his castle-keep, his realm of darkness? As the nights slipped by infinitely and he was unaware of the world around him? His realm was a void, dark and joyless. He had lived that way for a long time. He had made the lonely prison himself. But she was pure light. And he was drawn to her.
“I think I might like you,” he admitted, smiling in earnest and meeting her gaze with newfound mirth glittering in his red eyes.
(Backstory of Lisa and Vlad's relationship)
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So I accidentally deleted it, I'm so sorry.
Anyways, I'm gonna try and put up what I remember, because I didn't write this down before hand. 😮‍💨😥
As previously stated, Machiel and Draculisa (Mathlisa?), and baby Alucard.
The air and ground were cool against Joachim's skin. The moon shone brightly, illuminating those under her gentle glow. This was a freedom that Joachim will never take for granted. It was freedom that had been taken from him, long ago. Of course, there had been another with him in the iron clutches of Walter's ownership.
A stranger that came through the portal Walter had summoned. He called himself Gabriel, and became Walter's newest obsession. Gabriel was a quiet man, who tried not to cause any issues or fights. A gentle giant in Joachim's eyes. He was so nice to Joachim, staying between Walter and him, just to keep Joachim safe. He wanted to give the man the world after everything Gabriel did for him.
Then Mathias came into the picture. Mathias was arrogant, vain, and prideful. Everything that Walter wanted in a pet. Walter's grip loosened more on both Gabriel and Joachim, in favor of the new man. Gabriel had expressed his worries about the new man, but Joachim didn't care. Why should he, when Mathias was drawing Walter's attention away from them, making it easier for them to sneak around to each other.
Walter got suspicious though, and poor Gabriel. The collar got tightened around his neck, and he was tied to the throne. Joachim got sent out where the Belmont boy would fight him. A fight he had no chance of winning. He remembered pain and feeling ashamed, left on that dirty floor in his own blood.
Then Gabriel was there. He couldn't understand him, but Gabriel dropped some of his blood into his mouth, and oh, did it burn. It hurt so bad, but he didn't have the strength to fight it. He didn't remember much, other than hearing Gabriel beg him to stay awake and to not leave. He was tired and just needed a nap.
He wasn't aware of what happened after that. According to Gabriel, his blood brought him back, but as a zombie-like beast. Joachim had asked him why he hadn't left Joachim in the collapsing castle. Gabriel looked at him like he just tore his heart out and only held onto Joachim tighter. Gabriel didn't need to answer. What they had was strong and enduring. He realized he would happily walk through hell for this man.
Mathias had been the one to cure him of that state. He was too out of it to pay clear attention, but Mathias told him that he used devil forgery to bring Joachim back. He wasn't sure what that was then, but he had a vague grasp on it now.
Their relationship was rocky, especially at first. Joachim wasn't sure how to feel about Mathias at first, but he trusted Gabriel's opinions on him. It was slow, but the bond the three built together made them inseparable. Well, almost inseparable.
He looked over and saw Mathias setting up the picnic, as Gabriel was playing wrestling with a little Dhampir prince. A smile made its way to his face. Mathias' wife, Lisa, was walking around ensuring to help her husband and Gabriel as much as she could.
Mathias had met Lisa during an outing to a village for materials for his alchemy. He had been smitten with her almost instantly, and had tried to visit her as often as he could. This sparked a heated argument between the husbands.
Joachim feared that Mathias and Gabriel were only with him to fill in the spots of their late wives. Mathias had feared that his impulsive decision towards a stranger, had costed him everything he had known for the past five hundred years. Gabriel feared that he would lose the only loves he's had since his beloved Marie.
They had worked it out, but there were a lot of tears involved. He was glad they gave Mathias their permission to pursue Lisa though. That led to a beautiful wedding, and a lovely little Dhampir prince. A little prince that made eye contact with Joachim and called him over.
"Papa! Look! I caught ætta!" Adrien called, as Gabriel pretended to be pinned under the four year old. Joachim chuckles. It was Adrien's fourth birthday, and all he wanted was a night picnic with his dads and mom. Who were they to deny the boy? Standing up, Joachim walked over to help Gabriel with the boy.
Gosh, four years old already. He remembered when Lisa announced her pregnancy to them. Gabriel was instantly helping her with as much as he could. Mathias took some time, and talk with Gabriel, before he was fully on board. Joachim was still unsure, until the day Adrien came into their lives. Gabriel handed the little bundle of squirming flesh and fuzz to Joachim, and he finally understood. He was so delicate, not even having fangs yet, but man did he have a set of lungs. Many sleepless mornings and nights were dedicated to the babe.
It was worth it. Joachim had a family he could call his. Something he never thought he would have. A little bizarre family of three vampires, a human woman, and a Dhampir.
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