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draw me and sypha belnades kissing
hes havin a fuckin sip............. aLSO.. id draw sypha but i dont know anything abt castlevania KJSHDG
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fic prompt: trevorcard but when trevor is an old man and alucard loves him regardless
Alucard notices everything; every change, every shift, every motion that alters its course. His perception has only grown more attuned over the decades. The dhampir sees how age can truly affect a human being as he points out the crow’s feet around Trevor’s blue eyes, still bright after all these years. He watches as the hunter’s walks become slower, weaker, and offers his hand every time.
The dhampir tries distracting himself with optimistic thoughts. Anything that will put his mind off the worst. He’s just tired, he’s always been tired. The same words come out of Trevor’s own mouth, along with the assurance that all he needs is some rest. Alucard agrees and puts him to bed. He joins Trevor, pressing his chest against his back as they spoon together. Just so he can feel him still breathing.
“You’re worrying too much,” says Trevor. “Stop being so dramatic.” A tall order to ask of someone like Alucard. He can’t help it; he knows how much Trevor and Sypha have changed. Then on occasion, he catches his reflection in a mirror and stops. There’s the same long golden hair, the same soft unblemished skin - nothing has changed. Only the look in his eyes.
Immortality has always weighed itself on Alucard’s conscious, though admittedly less so in the past. He recalls the many awkward yet necessary sit-downs a certain young dhampir had with his mother and father. Discussions that revolved around everything from drinking human blood to controlling one’s own transfiguration. Among these questions, immortality has brought up infrequently. A problem to be dealt with in the future - the far, far off future. A bridge to cross when Alucard eventually reaches it. Now that bridge is closer than ever before, a noose tightening itself around his neck. How naive of him to believe that immortality wouldn’t cause any pain, not to himself nor to his loved ones.
Alucard peeks into the study room where Trevor spends most of his days. He sits in a large cushioned chair beside a window overlooking the woods that surround their home. The last few rays of sunlight shine onto his body and across the floorboards. His eyes are closed but not for long as Alucard’s steps sound off a chorus of creaks. Trevor blinks slowly before turning to the dhampir, giving him a weary smile.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t asleep. Just shutting my eyes for a bit.”
“Anything of interest out there?”
“Not really. Same view as always even if it is a nice sunset… it’d be more interesting with company, though.”
“Good thing I’m here then.” He carefully lowers himself into the same chair but soon notices how much of a tight squeeze it is. “Is this too crowded for you?”
Trevor hushes him by wrapping an arm around his waist, holding him close. “It’s fine. You’re fine.”
Alucard finally relaxes as his arm drapes around Trevor’s shoulders. Resting his head near his neck, the two of them stare out at hues of gold and orange filling the sky. A minute passes and Alucard almost gets lost in this quiet, intimate moment. There was a time when he forgot how it felt to be held in such a tender manner. Now he’s smothered by such affection, yet there are no complaints from him.
It’s not long before Alucard realizes he’s the only one watching the sunset. Trevor in the meantime has shifted his attention to someone else. “It’s rude to stare without saying anything.”
“Sorry, I just… still can’t believe it.”
“What?”
“How you’re still such a pretty bastard.”
Alucard laughs. “As are you, especially with the beard.” He reaches over and runs a hand across Trevor’s chin, his fingernails scratching at the mass of short hairs. It may have been a bittersweet thing to witness over the years, but silver only made him and Sypha look better than they already did.
“You don’t have to lie.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure you aren’t. You know, there’s not a lot you can hide from an old man.”
Alucard nuzzles his cheek against Trevor’s shoulder. “Technically speaking, we’re both old men.”
“You’re right about that.”
They both snicker as though the passage of time means nothing and they’re back where they started; joking and pushing each other’s buttons just for a laugh. Yet Alucard’s jovial attitude doesn’t last. He realizes that what he said isn’t right - he’s not an old man. Perhaps only in the mind. He grew up far too quickly, against his own wishes with nothing he could do to stop it, and now age has left him completely. Another reminder of the harsh yet undeniable truth. He is not human and never has been.
“I’ve been thinking…”
“That’s always a bad sign.”
Wishing he would take this seriously, Alucard’s grip on Trevor’s tunic tightens. “As I was saying, I’ve been thinking about you, Sypha, and myself. How-”
“How much we’ve aged compared to you.”
“… it isn’t fair.” The words taste bitter and miserable. They make Alucard feel like a child again.
“Every human being has to grow old eventually.”
“Then why can’t I? Why do I feel more vampire than human?”
Trevor kisses the top of his head. “I wish I could tell you, but I’m not an expert on dhampirs. I wouldn’t worry, though. It’ll still be a while before I shuffle off this mortal coil.”
“What if you’re wrong?”
“And what if I’m right? What if the world goes up in fire and brimstone tomorrow?” Looking into the dhampir’s sad eyes, Trevor holds his chin between his thumb and index finger. “Just promise me you’ll be strong when the time does come. And at least try to be happy.”
A difficult promise to make and even more difficult to keep, but Alucard will try. He then decides to change the topic before the air between them becomes unbearably melancholic. For Trevor’s sake and for his own.
“What was that nickname you had for me?” He asks, settling back into the hunter’s arms.
“Sorry?”
“Just now you called me a pretty bastard. It reminded me of something else you used to call me, something similar. What was it?”
“Oh, um…” Trevor searches his memories, hoping time and oldness haven’t taken too much of a toll on them. “I think it might have been shayna punim.”
“Right. Which means… pretty face.”
“Yes, exactly that.”
“I was so confused the first time you said it. Then you started calling me shayna punim all the time.”
“I’m surprised you remember that far back.”
“There are a lot of things I remember.”
“It’s also surprising how you still like me after all those years.”
Alucard brushes some strands of hair out of Trevor’s tired eyes, hair he can never seem to tame or keep in place, and kisses him. Long, deep, and gentle. He pulls back before leaving a smaller one on his lips. “I’ll always love you, you stupid bastard.”
Trevor smiles, cocky and assured, which is just like him. “I thought I was the only one allowed to call you that.”
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Alucard keeps his promise to remain strong and happy when the time eventually comes. But it doesn’t last. He lets the grief wash over him, hating his stagnant existence while being unable to face Sypha, knowing he’ll lose her as well. She manages to carefully break down his walls bit by bit. Alucard lets her, yet as a wolf he buries his head into her lap, whimpering. Only because he doesn’t want her to see him cry.
Stroking his fur with wrinkled yet soft hands, Sypha offers some words of respite. Whether it’s in vain or not, she will have to wait and see. She’s already shed her own tears and knows how deep Alucard’s sadness runs. “There’s an old Speaker tradition…” She begins, feeling his body tremble with every whine. “When one of us dies, we never hold funeral pyres or processions. We allow ourselves to grieve, then we host a celebration of that person’s time in this world as well as their journey into the next. We pray for happiness and peace in their new life while we live out what’s left of our own, knowing that they haven’t left us.’
‘It’s not easy, but there is some comfort in that knowledge.”
Alucard stares up at her, having calmed down but doesn’t want to leave her side. Sypha rubs the top of his head and pats his neck. “You won’t be alone, my friend. You’ll never be alone.”
#castlevania#trevor belmont#alucard#sypha belnades#trevorcard#my writing#*cvfic#ask aquila#dykcula#super rushed and ooc BUT its done!!#otp: blood and honey
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draw me
“Dykcula and her son Milliardo on 30 October 2018”
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dykcula replied to your post: fun mina facts inspired by fun sypha facts - very...
idk if this counts as “spoilers” or whatever 8) but sypha would never steal mina’s sealskin ever. in fact she would probably figure out a way to go swimming in the ocean with her lmao
mina, like, Knows This, but also has irrational fears
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1. favorite fic you wrote this year.
its short but its a pretty personal one for me, every night i burn, every night i fall again. i wrote it all in one day, from early morning until nightfall; its literally the first thing i wrote for dc because i was just so angry and wanted to give apollo a way to work through his trauma... that i relate to heavily. so in a roundabout way i also got to work through mine i guess.
19. any new fics to start next year
yes !! i am working through the authority / wildstorm wrestling au that i started earlier this year, a university + high school au for all of the wildstorm characters, and an entire fucking novel rewriting of the authority. thats about all the plans i have right now !!
25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read
uhhhh fuck,,, everything. but specially heartlines by tangerine because its the monet st. croix/theresa cassidy fic where monet brings her gf back, is a useless lesbian, and just. generally being badass. its a feels-good fix it fic and i love it so much.
fanfic end of the year asks !!
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dykcula replied to your post: trevpha is a hetero ship but for lesbians only
literally the only 3 ppl i know who ship it are lesbians
its for advanced lesbians
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@dykcula replied to your post:Like.... holy water is only blessed by the church...
cv fans at it again with the racism and lack of creativity
these two messages from that anon made me lose 30 years of my life lmao
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give me symbra headcanons! maybe some stuff about how they express their affection for one another?
one example each:
sombra drops a lot of casual pet names all the time mostly because it’s fun to see satya blush, but when she’s really deeply emotional she just murmurs “satya” and it sounds like some holy blessing on her tongue
satya goes gradually from ‘no touching’ to ‘maybe sometimes’ to ‘settles on the couch and immediately goes to lean against sombra full-body’. she feels safer there than anywhere else in the world, and sombra comes to learn how much that means
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Writer Aks
48) What’s your favorite trope to write?
Oof probably hurt/comfort? I really love angst but I also need there to be a happy ending in my fics so yeah
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dykcula replied to your post: trevor belmont: sometimes stupid AND cute are...
that’s sypha @ trevor
i’m kin w/ trevor because we’re both dumb, jewish, and love sypha
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i love you
i love you too!!!!!!!
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Mun Related Shipping Questions!
3. Which canon muse(s) do you currently ship with? From time to time, Shanoa. With either of two different muns.(To be completely honest it’s a bit hard playing a straight male muse in this fandom - female CV leads are either someone’s spouse/love interest, too young, or too much of a powerful character that I feel they really should continue to rock ‘single strong female’ vibes.)
15. Is there a ship or type of ship that you will never write, no matter what the circumstances are?Honestly I think it’s just any kind of ship with a severely underaged muse involved.
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dykcula replied to your post:are tumblr posts not showing in chronological...
yeah its happening to me too
omg why..... having everything show up in chronological order was like the one (1) good thing about using this site lmao
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so while its JUST a possibility, what if crispin came back to voice hector, like the nostalgia… maybe @warrenellis could confirm or deny if its not a spoiler? 👀
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dykcula replied to your post: listen i know ive watched castlevania four times...
only 4? :/
sorry a bitch gots a real life :/
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