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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀wednesday again.
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⟢ / 👁️

⟢ / owe the animation team my life for every frame with these pretty, shiny loose strands of hair he has

⟢ / caught up w/nocturne at last and I am being very normal about alucard

( *💭 )

⟢ / I am 100% blaming isa and nics for getting me thinking about him again like this

⟢ / I wonder if beating the shit out of reno again will reignite my muse

⟢ / remake or rebirth hmm

sword in hand, his breaths are slow and even as he dances through a complicated routine of parries and swings, focusing more on perfecting his footwork than the rest of his form.

the needle therapy helps, but it can only go so far in fortifying his mind to the pain. that he must do himself.

#castlevania #alucard

balancing a gold needle delicately between his teeth, he holds it steady with the tip of his tongue, feeling carefully across his flesh for the ragged edge where skin becomes stone.

this was all so much easier to ignore when he had a handler to take care of things for him.

( *oh—! well, thank you. )

what a week.

#alucard #lyudmil #castlevania

⟢ / oh alucard the man that you are

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( *📸 )

yep. this one’s going in my cringe compilation.

sometimes it’s the little things in life that make it worth living.

like instructing the local apothecary to bill the company for his bulk order of gold needles. the receipt will never make it to rufus’ desk, he expects, but the thought amuses him all the same.

“mercenary work—? perhaps when my days grow dull it could become an option.” trapping a loose curl between his fingers, he worries the ends between his gloves. he has learned not to put too much faith in notions of freedom. “but there is still much of the world to see between now and then.”

“perhaps.” he acknowledges, inclining his head. “the men who hold my leash do not take kindly to losing their pets. even the discards. at present, I have freedom enough. but there is no telling when the call may come.”

“we may only hope that the fates conspire to keep it that way.” he muses, turning his gaze towards the overcast skies. “even a broken tool may still serve a purpose to their master.”

smiling faintly, he taps the side of his head with his thumb.

“—to listen to the wind. this world has had its fill of fighters.”