#Alucard would be drooling I know he would

[rugbuggk]

Okok but hear me out, Integra Hellsing dressing as a vampire. Please think about it, about the powerful woman that she is rocking with vampire fashion just for one day, maybe because it called her attention or because Seras suggested she should wear something more than suits, or because she thought they would suit her well and damn it did. What if she used them all?? What if she walked to the round table, wearing one of these??

[eclipseslayer]

• CW: Alucard Tepes x f!reader drabble; cunninglingus on period, descriptions of blood.

"Alucard, I'm on my period..."

"I know, love."

Alucard, sandwiched between your thighs, looks up at you with those golden eyes of his. They're sharp, and pointed—eyes that are full of need, full of want and desire—like a tiger, as if they're about to pounce.

He groans as he nears your panties—the scent of blood fills his head, and it makes his fangs tingle, and he feels his tongue begin to salivate. Drool nearly seeps out of his mouth, but he swallows, thickly, needing to keep himself composed, because otherwise he would ravish you.

He knows he'd tear you apart if he didn't control himself, so, he goes slowly.

Slow kisses are pressed onto your stomach, and then onto your lower abdomen. He closes his eyes and you can feel his blonde lashes flutter against your skin while his nose nudges against your skin, inhaling the scent of you deeply, as if he were getting the fresh smell of his food.

His fingers come up and they touch the hem of your panties; sharp claws brisk along the fabric there before tugging them down, and tossing the bloodied fabric away, revealing that delicious, coppery, sweaty scent that fills Alucard's nose as he inhales deeply.

"So... sweet..." Alucard mumbles before he moves in, spreading your legs apart even more for him so he can see the filthyness of your pussy.

It's a seeping, red mess. Blood is smeared between your thighs, and all over your folds. It's a mess, but to Alucard, it's a pool of ecstasy, to which he decides to dive in, nose first, nudging along your folds like a needy cat, he smells deeply, making his head dizzy with desire. Then, finally, he opens his mouth, darting his tongue into the deep hole of your pussy, tasting the blood that plagues your very being.

Well, to Alucard it wasn't a plague. No, in fact, this plague is making him groan, and he moans from how good it tastes.

Sharp talons dig into the meat of your thighs which makes you wince, but the feeling of Alucard's tongue makes you easily forget about the pain.

"Alucard..." You moan his name softly, and Alucard grins.

Blood stains his teeth while a pair of daggered, golden eyes meet yours.

"Your blood tastes as good as I imagined, my love," he replies in that soft, sweet tone of his before he buries his face back in between your thighs, where he begins to lap his tongue at your hole, tasting the blood that lies there.

He groans as he does, enjoying the feeling of the blood on his tongue, swallowing it, savoring it on his tastebuds... he enjoys it all, getting lost in the feeling of your blood on his tongue.

"Alucard."

Your words are quick, and filled with a shortness of breath; it snaps Alucard out of his dreamlike state. When he looks up at you to find narrowed eyes, his face flushes from embarrassment, realizing that he probably wasn't bringing you too much pleasure by simply lapping at your folds, so, he apologizes quickly.

"Apologies, I was too... hungry."

You forgive him quickly, and so he eagerly moves back in between your thighs, except this time, he focuses on sucking your clit.

He wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, and begins to suck, fervently, which pulls out moan after moan after moan from you.

Your head spins from the feeling, feeling as if you're at the top of the world, on the highest mountain, while Alucard sucks intently onto your clit.

"God, Alucard," you moan, and your hands grip his hair even tighter.

Alucard hums against your clit, finding your moaning enjoyable. He's pleased, really, with how good you sound that his nails dig even more into the plump flesh of your thighs, telling you how much he's really enjoying it all.

You, on the other hand, feel as if your very body is on fire. Each nerve feels as if it's been lit as Alucard sucks eagerly on your clit. The fire kindles lowly at first, but it grows into a roaring flame as he continues his onslaught, making your skin burn with desire as your stomach tightens into a knot, needing to be released.

You warn Alucard of your oncoming release by tugging on his hair and murmuring his name in a lull before finally, you arch into his mouth, your legs shake and you cry out his name,

"Alucard!"

until finally, your body stops trembling as you fall flat against the bedsheets.

Alucard hums, and pulls his lips away from your clit. Saliva and blood coat his lips when he looks up at you with those golden eyes of his.

"May I continue, love? I'm afraid I haven't had my fill, yet."

[milkywaydrabbles]

8- Virginity with Alucard x virgin reader, please? I don't know if it has already been ordered. Thank you!

A/N: Tyyy for the req I haven't done this one yet! Got a little carried away with this I think, but very fun to write! Hope you like it! Mwuah

CW: Vriginity loss, pet names, that's it i think lol

Virginity x Alucard

It had been months of soft touches, sweet kisses, and promises of a loving life between you and your newfound love, Adrian Tepes. Meeting him seemed like a dream, the way he would always hold doors open for you, smile at you so lovingly, make sure you were comfortable. You’d open up to him as much as he did to you, learning each others’ deepest intimate secrets. One of which was the admittance of still being a virgin at your age. You were always nervous to divulge that information, feeling men think you prude. You just...hadn’t been interested. And all the men you’ve had the (dis)pleasure of meeting were, well, gross. Which is why when Adrian had asked to court you, you thought it was a joke. You laughed it off, giving him a ‘that’s funny, Adrian!’ before realizing he was being serious. You swore your heart stopped.

The months of courting had been the most perfect months of your life, and you were ready to take it to the next step with him. You wanted him to be your lover. “Adrian..” You found him in the study, looking at him through your lashes, bashful. He smiled that gorgeous smile at you, reaching a hand in your direction that you gladly took, guiding you to the chair next to his. “Yes, my dear? What is it?” So attentive. You steadied yourself before continuing. “I want...I want to make love.” Your red face now matched his, dropping the quill onto the desk. “That’s a big decision, giving me your virginity. Are you sure? We don’t have to discuss this now if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You took his concern as unwillingness, pout on your lips. Did he not want to...? Of course, the past he’s endured of course he wouldn’t want to. You gasped, suddenly feeling guilty. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry! I should have thought first, oh Adrian I’m--” He hushed you, taking both hands in his. “Darling, I’m more than willing to lay with you. Please make no mistake.” God, how can he just say things like that? “I want to make sure this is what you want. That you’re not doing this for me.” You squeezed his hands, “I’m sure, Adrian. I’ve never been more sure.”

So hours later, you’re underneath the Dhampir, writhing in pleasure as he suckles at your clit with a slender finger fucking into your virgin hole. “Haah, fuck. Feels so good, Adrian. B-better than my, aah, fingers” You admit to him, tugging at his hair when he sucks harder. “Hmm, how bold.” He smirks, looking up at you nosing your clit. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” You nod, mouth open and eyes hazy as he slips another finger into your pussy, stretching you out. You looked like a goddess to him, he couldn’t believe you were gifting him something so precious as your virginity. “You’re so tight around my fingers, beloved. Relax, I’ll make you feel good.” You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding onto, looking down at him as he continued to lick around your pussy and clit, scissoring his fingers inside of you to help stretch you for what’s to come.  “Let me hear your pretty voice, what do you think of when you finger yourself?” 

You diverted your gaze with flushed cheeks, “I-I think of you t-taking me, aah, in your bed, mmh! In your study, too, on the desk.” He waited, expectantly, working you closer to your high. He could feel it, the way you started clenching on his fingers. “In different positions! Fuck, Adrian I want to try different positions!” You couldn’t help but get louder, the way he fucked into you with his fingers felt so fucking good. You couldn’t continue speaking, only babbling how good he felt before the feeling in your tummy snapped and you came around his fingers, your cunt drooling on his digits. He slowed, letting you ride out your high and seeing that cute little hole spasm around him. “Mmm, we will darling. Later. I want to take you like you deserve right now.” He couldn’t help himself, Alucard scooped up your juices and sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the delicious, sweet taste of your pussy. He could do this for hours, but that would wait too. “Are you okay, sweetheart.” You nodded, blissed out smile plastered on your face. “Mhm, keep going Adrian.” He chuckled at your impatience, “insatiable and you’ve only just gotten a taste. I’ll have my hands full with you.”

Alucard lined his cock at your hole, waiting for your approval to continue, (he thought your neck would snap at how rapidly you were nodding, eager.) “Just breathe, sweetheart, I’ll go slow.” He pushed in, so painfully slow, his breath hitching as you gasped, trying to keep a steady breath. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not painful. He’d stretched you out so nicely with his fingers that it was bearable. He paused, waiting for you to give him the okay. As kind, patient, and caring Alucard was he was losing his mind with how tight you felt around him. So warm, and wet, and eager to swallow him whole. You urged him to continue, and he didn’t take a second thought before pushing in the rest of the way, feeling how you tightened around him just by taking his entire dick. Your back arched, nails digging into his biceps with pleasure. “Adrian, please.” You whined, not sure what you were begging for. He smirked, coming down to cover your body with his and leaning on his forearms, “Whatever you want, darling.” 

Adrian pulled out to the tip, seeing you squirm before shoving his cock back into you, hearing those beautiful cries. His pace quickened, white ring forming around the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you. Your pretty little cunt felt so good, so good that Alucard doesn’t know how he held out for so long. He feels so grateful to have you, grateful that you trust him enough for this, grateful to be buried balls deep in the tightest, sloppiest little hole. “Doing so good for me, honey, does it feel good?” He borderline teased, Adrian knew what he was doing. You nodded, frantic, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “Yes! Yes, s’good Adrian, so good!” You babbled on, repeating how good he felt inside of you, how big he felt, to keep going. A hand came down to rub at your clit, helping you get to your second orgasm of the night. You pulled him down by the back of his neck, wanting to kiss him as you came on his cock for the first time. You wanted him to invade all of your senses, the feeling pure euphoria as he squirmed and spasmed around his length, Alucard pounding into you now. You whined into his mouth, bucking your hips through your high. 

He stuttered, pulling out at the last second and spilling himself over your stomach. The two of you stayed still as you caught your breath, Adrian slowly pulling out and moving to get you cleaned up. You stayed in his arms, peppering kisses on his face with a smile. “Thank you Adrian, it felt so good.” He sighed, relishing in your praises. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Another pause.

“Can you...not pull out next time?” You were the absolute death of him.

[m00nchildthings]

Mating press and breeding kink with alucard 👉👈🥺

Hueuhuheuehu >:3c

(Authors note: it’s been so long since i wrote anything i feel like this sucks im sorry 😭anyway CW: BREEDING KINK, ALUCARD HAS BABY FEVER IN THIS ONE Y’ALL)

he's ruthless the way he folds you in half, alabaster hands cuffed into the back of your knees holding them to your heaving chest. usually alucard likes to hold himself as a much more, elegant lover. likes to take you apart piece by piece till your wailing, press his body to yours till melting into each other. but now how he takes you is hard and rough, burrowing thrusts that steal the breath from your lungs with every roll of his hips. 

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what exactly came over him, a visit to trevor and sylpha celebrating the recent birth of their daughter ana. the sight of you holding the quiet babe to your bosom while their older son fredric pulled at your skirts begging to be replace his infant sister had tickled something in him. the thought of his, your, own children replacing the kids holding your attention made his cock twitch in his trousers. it wasn’t long before he was hastening the visit gently reminding you of work that needed to be done at his castle. the two of you had barely made it through the doors of your looming home before he pounced you, dragging you away to one of the many rooms you had. clothes were quickly shredded to scraps, too much eagerness to wait to have them off he needed your body under him now.

 he couldn't help himself, already imagining your belly growing with proof of your child, your breasts swelling with milk the closer you got to your due date. he was ravenous grabbing any part of you he could as he wrangled your body into his desired position. your gleaming cunt winked up at him already glistening in arousal at his ministrations. usually he would feast upon you, drag his tongue through your folds till you cried for mercy before slowly sliding into you. but he couldn’t wait, would make it up to you later, he thought as he tapped the just pink head of his cock to your sopping cunt and pressing in.

“a-alucard,” you moaned his name breathlessly, fingers coming to tangle in his blond tresses as a pair of cold lips pressed to your breasts. you’d never seen him this way, never felt him this way. it was if he sought to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, you swore you could feel him in your stomach, grinding up your guts to make room for him.

“i want one, one of us,” he grunted dragging his tongue to your jugular and suckling at your speeding pulse. fingers came between you to rub circles on your clit and you choked at the tingling pleasure running up your spine.

“what-what are you-one want,” you said struggling to string together a coherent sentence as the tightness in your gut pulled close, eyes beginning to cross at the impending orgasm.

“a- baby!” he moaned out the last word, drooling as your climaxing cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock. his hands left the back of knees letting them fall onto his shoulders, his pale claws  ripped into the bedding by your head as he managed to press himself deeper still, ignoring your babbling of feeling to full.

“want a baby with you love,” he grunted golden eyes wild with want “ want a tiny wailing little thing to raise, gonna give you one, as many as you want!”

“a-a baby?,” you warbled only able to repeat from him as he fucked you back into that state of pre-orgasm nearly seconds after the last one. 

“yess, gonna fill you up with me, fill this pretty pussy up till your fat with my kids, till your tits leak milk for them my little incubusss,” his mouth wrapped around your bouncing tit sucking harshly on the pebbled nipple and you screamed, dull nails digging wherever you could reach, deep into the ivory skin pulled taught over the muscles rolling in his back. he pulled away gasping nearly as hard as you were before switching to your other breast and lavishing it with the same treatment.

it didn’t take long for you to cum, not with the way he was thrusting into the gummy catch of your cervix, pale happy trail tickling your clit as he kept you trapped in his mating press. you wailed cunt spasming around his cock once more, crying as you came again far too soon for the pleasure to be anything less than overwhelming. the feel of you clenching pussy was enough to drag him to orgasm as well, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you the warm sensation running up you. 

for a moment you laid there breathless, a tangle of sweaty limbs, with your legs dangling uselessly over his now sticky back. alucard heaved himself off of you, using his dhampir strength to hold you down when you weakly tried to sit up, simply rolling the two of you onto your sides staying inside of you. he kissed the damp skin of your forehead before giving a slow roll of his hips chuckling at your weak mumbles of objection.

“sorry, sorry love,” he sighed massaging tender circles into your waist “just need to make sure it sticks,”

[dollwrites]

“Oh you’re a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” with the man himself, Alucard 😈

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compulsion.

you never knew the true meaning of that word until you looked into Alucard’s eyes. they were vermilion, and seemed to glow against the dimness in the room. so deep that you lost yourself in them. even pinned to the grand coffin lid, with one of your knees brought to your chest, you calf bouncing haplessly against his broad shoulder, you were an unblinking, thoughtless object now, staring up into them, swept into his trance.

he hadn’t stripped you at all. rather, your panties had been ripped off without so much as disturbing your skirt that he invaded you from underneath. the way your sleeves slid down your arms, revealing more and more of your heaving breasts as your neckline sagged, well, that was from your body going limp at his command and conquering. if you weren’t so hopelessly locked on to his gaze, you might’ve watched how your foot bounced around haphazardly behind his wild, raven tendrils, or listened to the humiliating squelching of your needy sex as he drove a mighty cock into you in merciless, deep thrusts.

Alucard grins, wide and wicked. “Hm, you know, I am almost amused at you, little one. All of that screaming and thrashing when I first caught you.. but now?” his gloved hand grabs your face, holding it steady amidst how he jostles you. “You didn’t fight the compulsion at all. Not even for a moment.” he chuckles, a thick and devious rumbling in his throat. “So easy it was to snap your little mind in half. Although, I suppose, you didn’t have much to break in the first place up there, did you?” he teases, through his toothy grin. sharpened fangs peek out from under the devilish curl of his lips.

your jaw is slack, tongue threatening to hang out from your parted tiers, and you pant, like an animal. you make sounds that you’ve never heard yourself make. he croons at them all, his sharp eyes never once allowing you a moment to regain an inkling of your sanity as his thumb careens over your chin to delve into your mouth. pushing the pad of it against the fleshy inside of your cheek, he anchors it there, tugging at your lips. “Stay nice and quiet,” his own voice drops to a lusty whisper, one hardly audible over the vulgar slapping of your skin as he pounds you, “don’t make a peep. We wouldn’t want your boss to find out his ditzy, little maid was snooping through guests’ room when she thought no one was awake. Would we?”

even as he brutalizes you, ramming his cock deep, bumping your limit, you can’t elicit anything louder than ragged panting. you could feel every throbbing, mighty inch, your walls fluttering and spasming as they stretched around him, and your stomach twisted into tight knots, but he had commanded you to be silent, and your body obeyed. drool gathers on your tongue, dribbling slow from where it rests against your chin, fully limp, and splattering against your breasts.

“There we go.” he chuckles, seeing your demise scribbled all over your puzzled, obedient expression. “You’re an obedient airhead.”

“I’m… an… obedient…. airhead…” you gurgle the words back to him, verbatim, your lips struggling to form the syllables as his thumb tugs at them. but you felt the words, deep in your being. you knew them to be true. because Alucard had spoken them.

an evil howl of laughter escapes his throat, baring his teeth in pure delight, “Aha, exactly, my dear. Exactly!” his free hand embraces your sex, clothed fingers dancing over your swollen clit, and your breathing gets heavier, still. your muscles tense, and you clench around his cock. “And so sensitive, aren’t you? With a tender, little clit.” a dark brow quirks, “I would wager, had I allowed it, you’d be screaming when I so much as do this…” his fingertips brush against your button and then pinch it. his trance is too strong for your body to misbehave, but your insides clamp down harder, a gurgled whine dying at the base of your throat, your eyes still fixed on him. “I can feel you trying to cum,” he grunts, shifting angles to pound at you from a fresh perspective. you slide against the lid of the coffin until your arms and free leg dangles off it, breasts jiggling out of your dress as his ferocious drilling reaches a truly maddening velocity. you’re limp, head rolling around against the coffin, mouth open and drooling, and your body is crumpled up as this man, no— this monster, uses it however he pleases. “tightening around me the deeper I go, oh you are a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he’s taunting you again, looking over you: a mass of obsidian, porcelain, and ruby in the darkness of the room. “Sneaking in to raid my belongings, and then taking my cock as deep as I can bury it in your fragile guts, and cumming from it? How delightfully pathetic you are! How filthy!” he snickers, fucking your limp body with reckless abandon. you merely stare up at him, your mind void of any thoughts except the one he speaks into it. “You can cum, greedy thing.” he permits with a chuckle, “And make quite the mess of yourself when you do. I’ll have you lick your taste off of my cock.”

[beevean]

So, Maria Renard is in her late teens in Nocturne, right? I have to wonder: why her DXC child design, bright pink outfit and all, instead of her more elegant, pre-existing late teen look from SOTN? Has the choice ever been explained? Is there any commentary in the show about it?

I have no idea. Every time they bring designs from the games, they find a way to mess them up to the point where I wish they had just changed them.

Why do Alucard's clothes look so cheap for a prince? Why the V-neck shirt? What is the point of him wearing a coat and a cloak in S4, if he still exposes his entire tiddies? (yes i know it's to make the fangirls drool, I mean his in-universe logic)

Why does Hector wear one glove and one arm guard when he cannot lift a knife, let alone a sword? Doesn't the arm guard get in the way when he's smithing? Why do he and Isaac wear vastly different uniforms with different crests?

Why does Richter look like a terrible blend of his aristocratic DXC design and his Ryu-inspired design of RoB? What is the significance of his headband that was so hyped the entire climax of his character arc in S1 was dedicated to wearing it, other than a cute meta reference?

Why does Maria look not only like a child when she's supposed to be 16, but also look like a little noble girl during the French Revolution? "My mother hasn't paid her taxes for years now because she's just too poor," she says, but not only Tera can buy bread for her family and for guests, Maria dresses up like this???

Your revolutionary friends would eat you and your cute ribbons for breakfast! There is zero thought in all of this!

And no, I don't think Deats ever explained why they didn't choose the SoTN design, I only found a tweet where he confirmed her age. My best guess is... they're saving it for a timeskip.

:)

[slutforagoodsmut]

Imagine: Alucard Smut

Okay so like this man is very hot

Nono

He’s ✨hawt✨

Everything about him made you drool

His personality, his looks, his skills with a sword

His golden eyes as they stay on yours the whole time while you’re between his legs

His breathy moans and blushes when your lips travel up and down his inner thighs, kissing him or marking him up

His long fingers when they intertwined in your hair, his hips and thighs twitching with approval

Alucard was shy about nearly everything

He didn’t know how to ask for things so he’d just go days pent up till you took the initiative

He’s starting to learn to speak up tho

Like when you guys were resting in the study in front of the fireplace, enjoying the night after dinner

His head fell on your shoulder and he yawned, his hand now resting on your knee and face turned to your neck

You could feel his breath on you while his fingers moved up your leg, squeezing it

And his teeth…..how they gently scraped along your hot skin, the way he whined beneath his breath in a needy manner

It was so hard to concentrate on what you were reading

You didn’t know if this was his way of cuddling or if he wanted something more

“I….I want you….” He’d whisper, almost shamefully

You’d tense up at his voice, your legs pressing together as your cheeks flushed red.

“Oh do you now?” You’d tease, shifting a bit so you could give him a look.

That lovesick boy would pull back tho, assuming he had offended you in some way or you simply weren’t in the mood.

“My apologies, perhaps I should’ve considered if you wanted to, ya’know, but—“

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him against you, pressing your lips onto his as his hands immediately found your face, cupping it

You teased him, sliding your tongue against his lip, and when he gasped, you took the opportunity to slide it into his mouth

He moaned at the gesture, hands moving down on the ruffles of your clothes, pulling at them in a needy manner.

You climbed onto his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs, kissing up and down his neck

Then slowly, you rut your hips down against him

You could feel the heat of his bulge in his trousers press against your own warmth, draping your arms around his shoulders while lightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh Y/n….” Alucard whispered, hands on your hips, moving himself beneath you, eyes fluttering closed as it just felt so fucking good to even be this close to your body

Alucard was gonna be the death of you one day, you just knew it

This is inevitably going to become a series, you’re welcome😌also don’t forget to like, comment and reblog, it really helps me out a lot!

[biofreak659]

To you, I'll give the world

Prompt B: Sonia Belmont (Legends): "Beware - those blind with rage are by destiny ensnared." 

"Does he look like his father?"

Sonia bounced the baby higher on her hip. "No. He looks like you, doesn't he?"

Marie Belmont frowned deeply, before sighing. "That's good. Less questions if he looks like his mother's side."

"There won't be any questions at all, if people know what's good for them."

The baby was bubbly, and round, and entirely human. He didn't shy away from sunlight. Shortly after his birth, Sonia had dribbled blood from a cut on her finger into his mouth, and he drilled and coughed. He had none of his father's otherworldly abilities. If he had hers, on the other hand, it remained to be seen. She hadn't started seeing spirits until her adolescence. The baby had a while yet to be normal.

"Let me see him." Sonia handed the baby over to her mother. Marie held him under the arms, with the long experience of being the midwife's sister. "Goodness, he's getting big, isn't he?"

"He's nearly a year." Sonia shrugged. "He's walking, you know."

Marie clicked her tongue. "Missed my grandson's first steps. You've been gone so long, Sonia."

"I've been… busy, since grandfather died." The baby's first steps had been in some no name tavern at the foot of the Carpathians. He'd babbled nonsense and waddled to Sonia, who sat across the room, bandaging the cut on her arm. The scar was barely healed.

Busy was a simplification of things. Since she'd killed Dracula and his castle had fallen, it seemed that every monster in Transylvania was making a power grab. She'd put a dozen vampires under the whip before she'd even realized she was pregnant, and since the baby's birth, she was working her way up to an even fifty. Half a hundred vampires. Lord knew how they even managed to sustain themselves without draining every man, woman, and child in the country dry.

"Is the father alive?" Marie asked. She sounded more casual than she looked.

Sonia was tempted to give her the truth: not technically, though his heart beats, but decided against it.

"He lives." Buried in some forsaken crypt somewhere. Sonia understood suffering, probably more keenly than most people, and she understood that Alucard's agonies wouldn't be healed by a wife and a baby, but that didn't soothe her rage upon discovering the other side of the bed to be empty.

"But not with you."

"Not with me."

"Have you named the baby after him?"

"I haven't named the baby at all." Sonia took the baby back from her mother and jogged him on her hip.

"After your father?"

"I'm not naming him Ralph." Sonia scoffed. She brushed back the baby's hair and wiped the drool from his mouth.

Her mother was quiet for a moment. "Your grandfather, then."

"It's… a legacy, to live up to." Hers was too. All that weight, on something so small. She'd heard whispers, and the nervous way her mother had watched the priest in the marketplace all but confirmed it: she was going to be excommunicated. A child out of wedlock was one thing, but a child out of wedlock with the son of a vampire was another. She'd kept it quiet, but there was always gossip about the strange young man with whom she spoke after dark, before Dracula's hordes came along and destroyed her life.

"You should disown me." She told Marie casually.

"I would never!"

"You have a home here. I don't. I can move, easily, and you can't. At least keep yourself safe, if you can't keep me safe."

Marie watched her, an indescribable sadness etched into the wrinkles on her face. "Don't name him Trevor. Let the boy live a normal life; let him be a shepherd, or a cobbler. Don't drag him into his mother's legacy."

"I'm nineteen with a baby, ma. I don't have anything else to give him. Just legacy. And destiny."

[maybe-your-left]

MAKING A SEX TAPE WITH AD CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOOSING. I WANT SPECIFIC SHOTS, I WANT DETAILS. GIVE THE THIRSTY BITCHES WHAT WE WANT

IT WOULD BE CHARLIE BARBER. this man would fuck you and make it a MASTER PIECE, shown in Art galleries, indie theaters, only fans. TW:NSFW, DOM SUB, SADIST/MASOCHIST

Charlie told you to wear the navy set tonight, and you know that that meant. 

He wanted to use you, abuse you, leave you with deep purple and blue marks that wouldn’t fade for weeks. 

You made sure everything was perfect, setting up the camera in the play room, Charlie liked to watch himself fuck you. Watch your submission whenever you were gone, when he had to keep his cock warm himself. 

His oxford shoes clicked on the hardwood, pushing the door open with his pointer finger. Dressed in a dark navy suit, looking like a full course meal all by himself. Your mouth watered as you took him in, he was so handsome. Body chiseled by the gods, each piece perfectly proportioned. 

Charlie cocked his head towards the camera, flashing between you and the tripod. He stepped over to it, hands in his pockets as he studied the angle. If the light would be just right to catch every drop of your slick. Wanting it to illuminate your glassy eyes when he degraded you for being a whore. 

“Get in position one Kitten.” 

You quickly scrambled off the bed, falling to the floor on your bare knees, perched on your heels. Already your feet were uncomfortable in the matching stilletos, but this is what Charlie wanted. And he always got what he wanted. 

“Hair up,” he commanded, “Look into the camera, mouth open.” 

Obeying without question, your hair now in a high ponytail for him to tug on. Mouth popping open with your tongue lolling out just enough to cover your bottom lip, flashing the camera your wide needy eyes. Charlie hummed in approval, taking in your form. 

“Did you touch yourself today?” 

“No sir,” you spoke, voice wavering as you tried to hide a whine. He didn’t like it when you complained, it would only make the session harder to recover from. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, stepping away from behind the camera. Circling until he was directly behind you, only his waist and down was visible on the screen. His hands ran through your hair, tugging roughly on the length to pull your neck back. Exposing your neck and chest, you held back tears, it wasn’t time for that. He hummed again, bringing his left hand to your face, “Push your tongue against your cheek.” 

You did. 

Charlies face didn’t shift, just caressed the bulge in your cheek. A few strokes before slapping it harshly, you held in a scream. Exhaling harshly as he gave you two more blows, impressed that you didnt bite your tongue in the process. 

“Two.” 

He released you, your ankles cracking as you spun around and bowed to his feet. Bare ass now visible to the camera, the only fabric hiding your dignity was a strip of your thong threading between your cheeks. Charlie fingered the lace, snapping it against you a few times before rubbing circles on your flesh. 

“Here’s what I want Kitten,” he pulled your cheeks apart for the camera, spitting between them to the already soaked lace. “I want you to grab me your bit, and the candles. Then you’ll get in position four on the bed.” 

Silence. 

“Go.” 

You gathered the supplies, being sure to move the camera to the side of the bed, Charlie stood at the foot. Still fully dressed in his suit, he looked less than impressed when you handed him the bit. “Take that off, I thought I wanted you clothed tonight but now I want you bare.” 

Charlie latched the bit, the metal pressed between your teeth like it would to an animal. He grabbed a jar of honey, “Say ah,” then he shoved a slathered hand between your teeth and the metal. Coating your tongue in the sugary substance, your saliva already gathering in the corners of your mouth. He watched you for a moment before smacking your bare thigh, causing you to jump on the bed in excitement. 

You were on all fours, balanced on your forearms instead of your hands. Legs obscenely wide for him, Charlie climbed up behind you. Striking a match to light the candles. You closed your eyes in fear, feeling the heat radiate from the fire as he brought it to the middle of your arch. Sucking in your drool as he began to drip hot wax on your soft skin, before dropping the match into the pool. Briefly singeing your skin, “Don’t move, I don’t want wax on the sheets whore.” 

“Look at the camera,” Charlie barked, dripping more and more over your sensitive skin. Another drip, another match, over and over. He dragged a melting candle end over your tailbone, causing you to jump forwards. But he was took quick, yanking back on the reign that was connected to your bit, “Did I say you could move?” 

You shook your head, pushing back onto your forearms. Softly rocking your bare skin into his trousers. Eyes rolling back when you felt his erection straining, nothing turned you on like knowing he was hard for you. 

Charlie dropped the candles, bringing both palms down on your cheeks. A series of smacks against your burnt skin, you wailed behind the gag. Honey pouring from your mouth as you begged for you and for it to stop. 

Finally, you heard his belt come loose. Followed by the sound of a zipper, his cock splattering in a puddle of spit on your ass. “Grab me the crop.” 

The fucking crop. 

It was sharp, and left marks that hurt.

Charlie took it without thanks, rocking his cock inside your cunt. Momentarily giving you pleasure without pain, he fucked into you. Letting out moans as he bottomed out. He yanked back on the reign, forcing you to bend in half for him. The crop now trailing against your abused skin, a faint red line following in its wake. 

“No cumming until I say.” 

The video got everything, every strike, sound, and thrust. Charlie tore you open, yanking you back each time he pushed you forward, your cervix was surely being bruised. Each time you wailed he would snap the crop against your skin, lashes tearing your skin open. The mix of his spit, sweat, and the wax stinging the wounds and he kept a brutal pace. 

“You love this,” He rasped, another round of bloodied hits followed by his cock twitching inside you. “You love it when I fuck you like this, like the masochist you are.” 

You tried to nod, tears flowing down your cheeks. Mixing in with your snot and the leftover honey that dribbled down your chin. You loved it, loved him so much. Loved every hit and bruise, he could do anything to you and you would thank him. 

Every time. 

The session lasted almost two hours, cumming over and over on each other as he cut in new wounds. His sadistic lust mingling with your painful whimpers, when he was finished he took you on your back. Finally naked, so he could feel your sore skin against his own. 

The bit leaving your face swollen and sore, but he still whispered how beautiful you were like this. Completely at his disposal, his little cock warmer. Taking all his cum, keeping it safe in your cunt. 

“I love my whore,” Charlie moaned, your legs locked on his shoulders as he pounded into you. “You’re my good whore aren’t you?” 

“Yes-fuck-yes sir!” you cried, rubbing your clit raw as you clenched around him for the final time. Juices squirting all over his cock, creaming over the length as he groaned above you. Plush lips kissing your sweaty forehead, “Take it, take my cum.” 

Both of you collapsed after, Charlie left his softening cock inside you as he held you. Lazily pressing the stop button on the remote, he needed to give you all his attention. Carrying you into the bathroom, even though both of your bodies felt like jello. 

Kissing and whispers how much he loved you, how good you were, how much he needed you as he washed your tired skin. Rubbing your sore muscles after he patted you dry with a soft towel. Placing you on your shared bed, the play room could be cleaned later. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes shutting as you drifted to sleep. 

Charlie’s arms tightened around you, “Anything for you, always and forever.” 

Just as you fell asleep you heard one last thing. 

“I love you.” 

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SORRY NOT SORRY i hc Charlie as a fucking sadist okay, i feel like hes worse than kylo. but what can i say? im a masochist 

sadist: a person who takes pleasure in inflicting pain, punishment, or humiliation on others in a sexual way.

masochist: a person who derives sexual gratification from their own pain or humiliation.

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[thirstyforlulu]

They kidnap reader / fem / omega of alucard / alpha, when it is in heat, then alucard goes after his kidnappers and saves you, a lot of blood and sex.

Most people know better than to fuck with what belongs to Alucard

Even an old pen is safe if it belongs to him

Your scent permeated through the entire manor, making every other alpha hot under the collar

No matter how badly they wanted to go after you, they knew better

Alucard would rip them to shreds if he caught even the slightest scent on you

He knew you were in heat, but unfortunately he had to go to work

It was painful to leave you there, his pants felt so unbearably tight

You whined as the door to your room shut behind

The promise that he’d return and turn you inside out was the only thing keeping you sane

You curled up under the blankets, making yourself a little nest where you could wait for him

Sleep was all you could think of to occupy the time, but you were way too horny

His smell was still present on the pillows and covers, you buried your face in them to keep you calm

That helped you a little, but you never did fall completely asleep

That’s why when someone pulled you from your bed, you were already half awake

You tried to fight them as they dragged you away and into some truck, but your heat had made you weak

They took you to a warehouse and tied you to a chair then they set up a camera in front of you

Meanwhile, Alucard was dealing with the aftermath of the raid

All the stragglers had been dealt with, he was now assessing the damage and trying to figure out what their goal had been

The men he killed told him nothing, they did a good job of keeping their plan a secret

The majority of them had come in through the front, but he suspected that was a diversion

He was calm, until he saw the boot tracks heading toward your room

Dropping everything he ran to check on you, when he found the door ajar he lost his shit

“Y/N?!” He yelled as he ran in, nearly tearing the door off its hinges as he pushed it out of his way

The room was a mess, it was clear they’d taken you

He knew then that the attack at the front was nothing but a diversion, you were the real target

On the nightstand was your phone, when he picked it up he saw several missed video calls

When he called them back, he was met with a video of you tied to a chair with several cuts and bruises on your face

“Finally! We were wondering when you’d figure it all out,” a voice came from behind the camera

You looked up, giving Alucard such a pitiful look

“So, I suspect you have some demands for me?” Alucard began

“Clever vampire, we need you to kill the surviving members of the Hellsing organization, in return we’ll give back your omega,” the man explained

“How childish, you went through all that trouble, and my poor y/n had to suffer.”

“Are you saying you won’t do as we say?”

“Of course not.”

“Well then that’s fine, you’ll come around I’m sure, and while we wait I think we’ll play around with your omega. She’s in heat, we’ll help her deal with that,” the same said, reaching out and grabbing your head

You yelped, his fingers digging into your scalp

Alucard hung up, unable to stand another second

He would have no trouble finding you, when it comes to you he’s a bloodhound

It only took him a few minutes to get to the warehouse

It took even less time for him to kill everyone guarding the doors

The room you were in was off to the side, more than likely an old office

He kicked open the door and found you surrounded by a group of men

When Alucard hung up the phone they quickly moved in on you, reaching out to take handfuls of your hair or attempting to kiss you

Some of them were alphas but they did nothing for you, their scent was nothing compared to Alucard

Seeing those men with their hands on you pissed him off to no end

He opted not to use his guns on them, instead he ripped them apart with his bare hands, wanting to make sure they suffered

You watched with growing excitement

He always looks so handsome and powerful when tearing people apart

When the final man fell, Alucard was covered in blood and breathing heavy

He was already worked up because of your heat, the fight added even more heat to the fire

You whimpered, trying to get closer to him but all you did was tip yourself over, falling to the floor at his feet

“Look at you, my poor neglected omega. I could smell you before I even walked in here, you must be in so much pain~” he teased, bending down to free you

The men from before did nothing for you

There were several alphas among them, but compared to yours they were worthless

Even when some of them exposed themselves you felt nothing, all it did was make you want him more

As the ropes fell from your sides, you quickly attempted to climb up Alucard’s body

Your hands desperately reached for his belts

All you could think of was him finally taking you

“Fuck, y/n. I need to bury my knot in you,” he said, lifting you up as soon as you had his pants unbuckled

Your pants were quickly pulled out of the way as his own fell to his ankles

There was no need for foreplay, your legs were dripping

Several drops fell onto his cock as he adjusted his grip on you

“Get ready,” he laughed in your ear

Without another warning he entered you, easily slipping inside thanks to your arousal

You shouted for joy, burying your head in his coat

There was so much you wanted to say, but your mind was too preoccupied

Drool dribbled out from your mouth, creating a wet spot on his chest, but no worries, he thought it was adorable

You bounced up and down from the force of his thrusts, forcing you to fall back down onto his cock and push it even further inside

His swelling knot spread your entrance slightly, not having enough force to fully slip inside

You wanted so badly for him to hurry up and put it in, but he wasn’t ready yet

“Please, please give me your knot,” you begged, tongue rolling to the side

“What was that my little omega?”

“Please, knot me. Alucard, my alpha I need you,” you cried

With a satisfied grin, he pushed you up against the nearest wall, using it to help him insert his knot

That heavenly feeling of being stretched flooded into you before it finally popped inside

“Yes!” You screamed

The added girth was too much, you came, squeezing hard on him which in turn finished him off

He bit your neck as he came, filling you as his knot continued to swell

As you two relaxed, he carried you over toward the chair and placed it upright

He set you down on the edge, holding you steady until his knot shrunk

While you waited, he kissed you, biting your lip and drawing a tiny bit of blood

Finally he got to taste something delicious, all the soldiers tasted nasty and sour

When he pulled out, his cock made a loud pop sound as the suction released, leaving you feeling so incredibly empty

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and whined

“Don’t worry, your heat isn’t over yet. There will be plenty more chances for nights like these,” he said as he straightened himself up

He carried you out before the police could arrive and see the carnage

His shoes were a bloody mess, but it was nothing compared to the floor

[annhellsing]

It doesn’t say Hellsing in your Fandom list but going off your name, uh, Alucard or Integra Sub HCs?

* read this and then send me stuff!! ↳ gender neutral reader.

♡  alucard subbing is a frankly incredibly sight because he’s just so into it, like more than you would expect

♡  personally, i think anyone who’s fucking him needs to have a dom bone in their body because he’s so intense. and that kind of behaviour needs to be reeled in and controlled to an extent

♡  he listens especially well when you have a specific voice that’s for giving orders. it helps him distinguish between who you are as his lover and who you are as his dom

♡  gag him. he talks so much, constantly muttering about fealty and loyalty and the lengths he’ll go to debase himself for you. it’s not annoying, but he’ll make himself hoarse before he’s even begun moaning

♡  he likes bit gags, things he can bite down on. he sinks his teeth into the wood and drools like crazy. it’s very pretty

♡  his shape changes constantly. his hair grows and shortens in the blink of an eye, his eyes cycle through every colour of the rainbow as they tear up from pleasure

♡  pain is something he insists he enjoys, but when you keep it to a minimum he tends to enjoy himself more. so much of his life revolves around how much pain he can endure, sex shouldn’t be like that

♡  his healing factor ensures that any bruises you give him don’t last very long, but alucard looks at them affectionately for as long as he can before they disappear

♡  while he does pretend to be entirely focused on the mission he’s sent on, his mind wanders to you and what waits when he gets home so often. you help ground him and give him desires outside of his ‘primary function’

♡  he didn’t know he could still feel this way, so when you grip his chin and call him your love, he melts in your hand

♡  his sex babbles can get excessive, but ungagging him mid-act results in some absolutely precious declarations. as you take him from behind he promises to kill anyone who tries to hurt you, that he’ll love you until he turns to dust etc.

♡  the idea of separation between his time as a hellsing agent and as your sub is best punctuated by a thick, black collar that he’s to wear whenever he’s at home with you

♡  alucard loves that heavy, constant reminder of belonging to someone else. someone who cares about him so much and will care about him forever

♡  he kneels by your desk while you finish up your work, his head in your lap. he has a tendency to be a ball of energy but sometimes he really can appreciate the quiet moments. especially when you’re petting his hair

♡  edging is a must. just because he’s an ancient vampire doesn’t mean his stamina’s anything to write home about. it’s been a long, long time since he made love with any kind of regularity so you need to build from the ground up

♡  he’ll moan and whine about not being able to come whenever he wants, but it’s for his own good

♡  he likes watching you touch yourself, bonus points if he’s heavily restrained and isn’t allowed to engage with you at all

♡  speaking of restraints, that whole game of tying him up with ribbons and telling him not to break them does. not. work. he has very little self control when it comes to you, you need to chain him up so he can’t get away

♡  it’s easier said than done, but it’s so worth it. he’s happiest when he’s under your hands with no way to escape. not that he would ever want to

♡  pull his hair, especially when it’s long!! he keens and whines and will tell you in forty-five words or more how good it feels. gentle tugs are good enough, you don’t want to hurt his neck

♡  he likes being pushed up against walls or furniture, made to bend over and behave even when he’s feeling bratty. it’s a matter of when he submits, not if. alucard wants to, he just sometimes wants to make you work for it

♡  body worship when he’s on the reciprocating end is strange for him, he doesn’t really know how to handle it. it’s a lot of really overwhelming sensations and he’s so unused to his body being beautiful

♡  he’s been used as a weapon for so long, it’s hard for him to imagine that he’s pretty to look at. but kiss him, tug on his collar and tell him he’s stunning. remind him who he belongs to

♡  alucard truly does know he’s so lucky to have you. you understand him and want to love him the way that he needs. he’ll protect you and the love you have for him with his life

[kkeidawrites]

Annoyed with Alucard

What happens if you and Alucard get into an argument and you pout at him, making the dhampir prince lose all the annoyance he felt towards you and was distracted by your pouting face.

-  Arguing over who should cook dinner was always a never ending fight between the two of you and it would seem that one night you had it up to here with the golden haired man

- He would somehow already be preparing dinner by the time you would come down to start dinner.

- “You cooked last night! And the night before that! It’s my turn!” you would argue and he in turn would say something slick back; 

- “That is because you take too long and by the time you are finished it is time to retire for the night, and unlike you I have rested long enough.”

- “But, you said I could cook tonight! You promised!” you stomped your feet like a child and Alucard would wave you away, obviously annoyed by your antics.

- “Just go sit down and be patient. You can cook breakfast tomorrow.” he would always say that too and you clenched your fists because he was laughing at your tantrum. 

- Your cheeks puff up in annoyance and you stormed out of the kitchen, deciding that you won’t be attending dinner tonight. He thought this was funny? Fine, you can be a jester too.

- You left to your room and slammed the door behind you, letting him know that you were not happy. at. all.

- Grabbing an unfinished book from your night stand, you turned to the chapter you were last on the night before and began to read.

- Once dinner was done, Alucard would set up the table and put the two steaming plates on the table and sat in his seat, waiting on you to make your appearance. 

- In his mind, if he cooked then breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all other forms of meals then there would be no need for the slow preparation of their food and it would seem you didn’t understand that.

- He waited patiently for twenty minutes, sipping on the red wine he had prepared for the both of you, and picked up his fork to push around the potatoes on his plate.

- Dinner was getting cold and you still haven’t entered the dining room, and Alucard gave a sigh getting up from his seat with both plates in his hands.

- He ascended the stairs and took the familiar route to your room and stopped in front of it. He used his foot to knock on the door and he called your name.

- Receiving no answer, Alucard set one plate down on the dresser by your door and tried to turn the knob and realized that you had locked it as well.

- Calling your name again, he knocked with the question of why you locked the door.

- Inside your room, you were blatantly ignoring his knocks and calls, while turning the page of your chapter book. You didn’t realize how interesting this book was, why did you never finish it?

- With Alucard, he put both plates on the dresser and put his hands on his hips trying to figure out a way for you to open your door.

- “Come on, I’ve already told you, you could make breakfast tomorrow, being upset about tonight is not that serious.” he told you through the door, rolling your eyes.

- That made you even more upset, slamming your book closed, you got out of bed and walked to the door, unlatching the lock and throwing it open to glare up at the dhampir.

- Alucard was startled by your sudden action and frowned at your glare.

- “How dare you?! Not that serious?!” you fussed at him.

- Alucard took half a step back from your angered look and you took this time to step in front of him, finger pointed accusingly at him.

- “I told you last night and the day before that I was going to cook, and every time I get into the kitchen to do just that, you are already there preparing it! It’s not fair!” you pouted stomping your foot again.

- The pout you had diminished any annoyance that Alucard had and he tried to hold in the chortle that built up in his throat before he flat out chuckled. 

- You were taken aback by his laugh and it only made you pout even more as the man before you continued to laugh, crossing your arms, you turned away from him and made an attempt to walk back into your room and lock it again to avoid any more embarrassment.

- Alucard gently grabbed your arm turning you back to face him again. Alucard had a small smile on his face as he looked down onto your pouting face. You avoided his gaze and Alucard grasped your chin, lifting up your head to look in his golden eyes.

- “You are so cute when you pout.” he says as you ‘hmmph’ed at him turning your head away stubbornly. Moving your head back to face him again, you had no choice but to look at him once more.

- “Sweetheart, if you really want to cook for me, then how about this suggestion?” he asked. He rubbed his hands down your arms and pulled them down so that he could lace your fingers together.

- “Why don’t we bake something after we have dinner? I won’t take over your work, it will all be you.” he promised to you and you gave him an unsure look to see if he would really follow through with what he was suggesting.

- “You promise not to interfere? At all?” you questioned as Alucard leaned down to kiss your forehead. The affection making you flush and feel lighter than a feather.

- “I promise.” he swore and that brought a smile to your face.

- “Okay. But! You’d best remember your promise, Alucard, I’m not kidding!” you reminded him.

- Raising your joined hands, he kissed your knuckles and gave you a smile.

- “I swear I will not forget.” he swore again and turned you both to the warm plates of food. Cooked fish with potatoes sat on the plates and the sight made your mouth almost drool and your stomach growl, very loudly.

- Alucard laughed again and this time you joined in with a few giggles yourself.

- He released your hands and grabbed the plates, offering one to you and you took it happily, smiling.

- “Shall we?” he asked motioning to the plate in his hands and you nodded.

- In the end you both would always have a compromise made, but the real question is: Did Alucard really not want you to cook because in truth you could not cook to save your life?

- If he knew better, he would never tell you to your face, that you really couldn’t cook and he was really only going to keep an eye on you when you began baking later. 

[muses-darling]

Fire & Fury - A Star Wars AU  - Ch.3 Turned Around

“What do you know of your family before you came to the order Kit?” Gabriel asked.

“Only that I was born on Alderaan, that at the tender age of three I was brought to the temple and from there I was raised in the ways of the Jedi.” 

“Mmm, yes, that is true, are you aware of how you were brought to the temple? Of what lead to us discovering you and your force abilities, deciding that you were to be raised a Jedi?” Gabriel asked as they sat in the Jedi Council chamber. 

“I am not aware Master.” Kit sat frowning. 

“It was no accident your discovery. We had been in pursuit of a group of dark Jedi that had left the order, we tracked them down to the planet of Alderaan where they had chosen to hide away when we came upon where they had hidden we discovered you.”

Kit listened his face serious, “We? You mean you?”

“I was but one of those on the mission yes,” Gabriel nodded. “We entered their hideout. While searching through the rooms I found yours, you were asleep in your bed. So peaceful, so uncorrupted by the dark side unlike your parents.” Gabriel admitted. “I was given permission to take you so I did.” 

“You took me?” Kit asked. 

“It-It was for your own good Kit, you parents were becoming Sith Lords.” Gabriel assured him.

“You took me? STOLE ME FROM MY PARENTS!” Kit stared at the man horrified. “You stole me!” There were tears.

“Now Kit I know you are upset but you don’t know them.”

“You took that from me.”

“They were evil Kit.” Gabriel said. “All Sith Lords are.”

“But they could have been saved.”

“They were too far gone.”

“So they are dead?” Kit looked horrified. 

“I know not, I was only a knight then. I would assume so as I have heard nothing on the matter since. Kit, I- I only did what I felt was right at the time, what I still feel is right.”

“Stealing children from their homes?” Kit asked. “How many Master Gabriel? How many have you stolen?”

“Just you.” 

“The Order?”

Gabriel said nothing.

Kit shook with rage, standing up, “As Lord Ignis is a Sith perhaps he will have some insight on what happened to my Family. On what happened to my memories.”

“Kit you should honestly-” Gabriel began but fell silent when Kit turned upon him.

“I’m done taking your advice Master.” He glared before turning and leaving.

Gabriel watched the closest person he had ever had to a son leave. “Oh Kit I’m so sorry.” 

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Glittering lights shone above the mingling of the fabulously wealthy, the scum of the underbelly of society, and everyone caught in between. Here one could gain the fortune of their lives or gamble it away. If one was careful then one could make an excellent score, here if one was polished enough, had connections, and an exceptional woman with breathtaking capabilities each one unique involving all manner of weapons one could easily find the sweet spot of any mark.

While he could have his eyes on the many beings that surrounded them he could only keep his eyes off of her for a moment. She was so elegant her dress was one that left very little imagination to the simple onlooker, but his imagination ran wild with it. 

“Keep your eyes on the prize darling,” Honey told him pressing a kiss to his ear as she spoke adjusting his bow-tie. “You can ravish me on a pile of credits when we are done here.” 

“You know me too well.” 

“I know us too well. Now then it’s all in place, I’ll seduce the mark, you come looking for me and then we’ll get our credits.” 

“A bit more than that but yes,” Alucard smiled. “We will get what we came for.”

“Then leave all the richer for it.” Honey smiled before she pulled away with a careless laugh. 

Drac lead her to a table where they played one of the games. As the losses came Drac pretended to get frustrated before Honey made a snide comment leading him to raise his hand to her. It was all for show and something they had rehearsed, it was his least favorite part of the whole thing. 

Honey let the fake tears well up into her eyes as she left the table.

Drac drained his glass before leaving in a huff to go to his position waiting for his next cue.

Honey sobbed until she got out to a balcony noticing that she had been followed.

“A pretty lady shouldn’t have so many tears to shed.” The man said. “Not when I can make her so happy.”

Honey turned and felt a smile come to her face, easily rehearsed so that it came naturally. “Oh thank you.”

“Why don’t we get a drink?” He suggested to her. 

Honey grinned. “Oh of course.” She took his arm letting him lead her to the bar flashing her dazzling smile letting her eyes look at him up through those lashes of hers. 

At the bar he got them drinks and they went to a alcove to drink. While taking her drink she heard the commotion of Layla knocking someone out turning but recognizing where her hand was she slipped the thin dissoluble land in his drink. It was gone by the time he looked back as she sipped her own drink. “What a night.” She shook her head. 

“All the better with you in my company sweetheart.”

“Oh I’m sure.” She said watching him down most of his drink. 

He coughed and she looked alarmed. “Oh, these bartenders and their mixing drinks. Why don’t you come up with me to my room? I can mix you something exquisite.”

He set the drink down and followed her to the room he was out by the time he entered the room. Taking a look through his pockets she smiled as she found his information. “Thank you for your contributions.” She patted his head. “Not that you’ll notice, so wealthy you could spend a million credits and use another to clean up your spilled drink.” She transferred the credits to an undisclosed account that would slowly transfer the funds to other accounts then theirs before erasing all paths that lead between the two. Ripping off the man’s pants she undressed leaving her clothes here and there before dressing in her getaway clothes. 

“You know, we really need to come up with a new gambit.” Alucard told her in the waiting speeder. “I really don’t like it. I know you came up with it but-”

Honey leaned in and kissed his cheek. “does a million credits help?”

Alucard looked to her. “It isn’t about the money, I don’t want to hurt you Honey I never have and I never will again.” 

“I’ve had worse. It works so well in our favor.”

“That isn’t the point Raelia.” he never used her name, never. “I love you and raising a hand to you even if it is your idea never sat well with me.” He drove as he spoke. “I love you and I was raised to never hurt the woman I loved.”

“I know that, but if it helps after this we won’t ever need to.” Honey rested her head on his shoulder before they were made to come to a stop. “What’s-” An explosion cut her off as the speeder crashed to the ground sending them both from it. 

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The dark and dank cell was the only thing he had seen for the last few weeks especially the ceiling for most of it as he was left to lay there breathing, twitching and drooling. His body ached, and his mind wandered to the sunny golden haired lover that he continued to protect, his Kit. His mind drifted searching for even a glimpse of him in the force and found little trace of him. Something wasn’t right. Was his Kit in a coma? His hand slowly agonizingly reached for the kyber crystal around his neck, fingers lovingly wrapping around the green crystal. Where was he? Where was his Kit? These were the things that he wondered until sleep claimed him. 

Sleep did come for him, not the kind blissful sleep like when his arms wrapped around the gentle frame of his love, as he nestled his face among the dense ringlets, breathing in the soft floral scent the man wore. Lips pressed in a kiss to the man’s head as he let bliss come to him. No such comfort was here for him, and he found no similar fondness in the force. He had to get free. He had to find Kit. How? Every movement was a trial? His body needed to recover or he would be of no use to Kit. Hades lay there struggling to stay asleep to heal, Kit had taught him such a thing within the force, healing. It was odd, a year ago he would have scoffed at the idea of using the light side in his efforts to save the one who was most precious to him, or that he would have someone so precious to him for that matter. Having Kit in his life was so great an influence that he couldn’t ignore, the man had truly brought him back from the darkness shown him a new path. 

Dreams filled his mind and none of them helped him. Sitting up he came to the realization that no sleep none that was worth having was to be had. As he reached a sitting position he ignored the protest and plea coming from his body. He focused his mind instead on the force the lighter side drawing on it wrapping himself in it. His eyes faded to their hazel blues that they naturally were away from the twisted ones he wore as a Sith. Closing them he began using the force to end the aching, to heal, he had to, not for his sake, for Kit’s sake.

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Echos, thumps, groans, creaks, all other manners of unsettling sounds filled the air around the ship as Crowley helped set up a perimeter around them.

“Master Crowley I don’t really like this place,” Ben said watching something shift in the trees above them. “It feels gross.”

“My thoughts exactly dear boy,” Aziraphale glared at Crowley. “See even Ben doesn’t like this place.”

Crowley sighed, “Well I didn’t hear any ideas from you about where else we could hide from them. Until we can establish a connection to Kit, I think for the time being we should hide here.” 

Ben walked to where a piece of the ship had landed and picked it up noticing another he followed it picking up the trail till he looked up and realized how lost he was. “Masters? Masters Crowley and Aziraphale?” Arms dropping the items falling to the ground. “Hello?’

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Harper came down, the ramp sensing something was wrong. Looking she knew it. “Guys? HEY!”

Both men ceased arguing and looked up at her. 

“Where’s Ben?”

“What?” They asked looking at each other, her, then around them. “BEN!”

Harper felt panic but pushed it down. “We are not resting till we find him.”

“Someone has to stay with Juliet.” Crowley reminded them.

“I’ll stay with her,” Aziraphale said. “It was your idea to come here.”

“Alright then,” Crowley nodded. “That’s fair.” He looked to Harper. “Stay close last thing we need is both of you lost.” 

Harper nodded grabbing her lightsaber and Ben’s. “In case he needs it when we get to him.”

“Good thinking.” Crowley nodded.

“One of us has too.” Harper said dryly.

Crowley gave her a look but said nothing as they went into the forest beyond.

[aquilaofarkham]

this has been sitting in my wips folder since forever and it was originally gonna be part of a sequel to another fic but that’s going nowhere so here’s trevor belmont being a useless bisexual aka the only part that actually ended up being good

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Trevor is the first to wake up. He blinks a few times, still somewhere between sleep and consciousness, before forcing his eyes open. For a moment he panics, his already weak stomach seizing up with the uncertainty of where he is or what just happened. Then the large room comes into focus and every memory returns to him – the creatures, the pain, the fire, and the feeling of being on death’s doorstop. Trevor remembers what his friends did for him. The warmth of Sypha’s healing magic and the taste of Alucard’s dhampir blood flowing down his throat.

Hell of a way to spend an afternoon. He recalls something else, something unexpected but rather pleasant that occurred the previous night. Shifting his position under the covers, his wounds now only a minor discomfort, Trevor turns over, wondering if Alucard is still by his side. Much to the hunter’s surprise – but also relief – the dhampir remains in bed, like a faithful lover. His long golden hair is splayed across the pillow, his breathing is slow and rhythmic, and every so often he lets out a hushed moan while his body twitches slightly.

Must be a good dream. Trevor thinks about touching him – a light caress across his cheek or perhaps a few fingers through his hair – but decides against it. He lets Alucard enjoy his sleep for a bit longer, as if to thank him for everything he did yesterday. Can dhampirs even dream? If so, what is there worth dreaming about? He looks so at peace, so… dare Trevor admit to it, adorable. Was he like that during his year of slumber? Trevor almost has to stifle an amused laugh.

Before he can lie back, he notices another presence in the bed. Shuffling over to his other side, Trevor carefully lifts up the covers and sees Sypha curled up, her knees and arms pressed firmly against her chest. She groans in protest, furrowing her brow, before opening her tired blue eyes.  

“Morning,” Trevor says in a groggy tone. Sypha looks up at him, blinking like an idle cat, and lazily points to her mouth. She closes her eyes, hoping to get at least ten more minutes of sleep.

“You have… a little… right here.”

“What…” Trevor whispers, touching his own mouth. He moves his fingertips along his lips until he feels a stream of morning drool hanging on the very corner. “… oh. Thanks.” He replies bashfully as he wipes his mouth clean. Sypha gives him a small moan that sounds vaguely familiar to “you’re welcome”. Just as Trevor thinks she’s fallen back asleep, he feels her body press against his own.

“I thought… I thought you… I am…” Sypha whispers, still exhausted and disoriented from yesterday’s events. “I am glad that you are alright.”

Trevor lets out a deep breath and rests his chin atop her head. “It’s all because of you and Alucard. Thank you. You didn’t have to do so much for me, but thanks.”

“You were dying. I had to do something.” Sypha replies, cuddled up against his chest. Is it for warmth? Comfort? Both?

Whatever Sypha’s reasoning is, Trevor doesn’t try to put any distance between the two of them. He doesn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable with this display of intimacy. It’s a welcome bit of solace. Little pieces of physical affection that had been missing from his life for God knows how long. Whether he really deserves it or not is an internal debate for another day. For now, Trevor enjoys it.

“I know. But… nevermind.”

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid. Forget about it. Drinking dhampir blood does strange things to your mind.”

Sypha doesn’t buy that excuse. “I am used to hearing stupid things come out of your mouth, Trevor Belmont.”

He scoffs lightly. “I… I don’t like it when other people put themselves in danger, especially when it’s not needed or if the danger can be avoided.”

Sypha almost defends the decision to use her magic on Trevor for the umpteenth time until another thought comes to her. “Is that why you treated the Speakers and I like that?” Despite his rudeness and blunt attitude, Trevor began to harbour an intense protectiveness over Sypha and her extended family during their final days in Griset. He just happened to show it in a… not so gentle manner.

Sypha takes Trevor’s silence and contemplative expression as a “yes”. “All those times you said you did not care… how many were the truth?”

Trevor gives her another vague answer. “Figured it would be easier saying those three words either drunk or hungover rather than pouring out my heart and soul about how much I actually did care while sober. Shit excuse, I know.”

“But it was easy saying the truth before getting into that idiotic fight with Alucard, was it not?”

“It felt like the right moment. In all honesty, part of me was doing it to impress you.”

“The speech or the fight? Because if you say the fight, then you really have no idea what I enjoy, Trevor.”

“You’ll be relieved to know it wasn’t the fight. But now that you mention it, what do you enjoy?”

It’s a simple uncomplicated question and Sypha already has her answer, but she takes her time with her words. In the end, she chooses only one to convey her emotions. “This.”

“This… what?”

“Just this. Where we are right now.”

“In this bed or on our merry way to murder Dracula?”

Sypha rolls her eyes; she’s not quite sure whether Trevor is intentionally teasing her or if he’s really not the sharpest Belmont in the bloodline. “I enjoy safety, Trevor. Warmth, comfort, and safety.”

The hunter mulls over Sypha’s response. As a Belmont, he’s rarely if ever been given the opportunity to experience those three things she listed. Still, they’ve always sounded enticing. Maybe someday – not today, certainly not tomorrow, but someday nonetheless – Trevor will find a good amount of warmth, comfort, and safety that will last longer than just one night within an isolated inn and tavern.

“Don’t we all…”

Sypha almost adds “I also enjoy being with you and Alucard” but thinks she’s said enough. Besides, he already knows.

The Speaker and hunter aren’t aware of this, nor did they realize it for a second during their conversation, but Alucard is wide awake. He’s been listening the whole time, silent as the grave, with a coy smile on his lips. Humans are complicated creatures – emotional, messy, and confusing. Even despicable. When they’re not destroying themselves, they instead turn to destroying others. No wonder Dracula hates them.

Yet Alucard can’t bring himself to despise humans with the same vitriol his father has in spades, especially when it comes to the two sharing his bed. Lisa would never want him to fall down that dark, hateful abyss. Trevor, Sypha, and the rest of their kind are complicated, yes, but they are also worth protecting.

Last night Alucard indulged in his more human side, sharing it with people he’s only known for a short amount of time. But he trusts and cares for them so much, it makes his chest ache. Perhaps he should stop neglecting what has always been inherently human about himself.  

[missrandomdreamer]

Maggie OC and co

I wanted to actually write more on Maggie and her relationship with everyone in the fanfic along with of course more gifs of course ;3 Also if people ever want gifs and or stories I can give a shot at doing some. IF anyone is interested : ) 

Alucard:

Maggie and Alucard is just an interesting little pair. Maggie thinks he is pretty hot and is somewhat intimidated by the No Life King but she manages to keep her cool about him. Despite she is a flirt she would never flaunt over him and drool on Alucard. However she would mention in passing to Anderson that she thinks he is quite the handsome devil which in turn would lead Anderson into a rage and much fatherly scolding. Alucard on the other hand is somewhat amused by Maggie and even more amused that she has Anderson wrapped around her little finger.  He loves to try to get Anderson riled up by creeping on Maggie, which the girl may or may not to have agreed to just to make Anderson pissed. But Alucard doesn’t say much and believes she can be a too loud for his liking but just kind of deals with her.

Integra:

These two just don’t talk to each other. Maggie has very much respect for Integra but is highly annoyed  at her cold superior like attitude, yet doesn’t voice her opinion. Integra probably feels the same way but again much like Alucard, is amused that she and Anderson hang out so frequently. She even might provide a word of warning to Anderson that it might not be good to hang out wither, and probably say the same thing to Maggie. 

Seras:

Maggie adores Seras and treats her like a little sister. When they see each other, much to Anderson’s displeasure, Maggie skips on over and converses with her. Seras also really loves to talk to Maggie too, mainly because perhaps Maggie is the only person she can talk to about normal stuff with. Maggie loves to spoil the child and give her hugs but considers her one of her best  beloved friends and can even be protective of her if Alucard and Andersoun say something stupid.

Walter:

Walter is like a really cool grandpa and wise man to Maggie. When ever she gets a chance to stops and listens to him and perhaps even goes to advice when she may or may not feel comfortable addressing Anderson (when its about him, comfortable.) Walter thinks of her as a child and tries to give her the best advice he can. She really looks up to him and appreciates him company and even doesn’t  mind if they just sit together in silence.  

Pip:

These two produce chaos if together. They literally have a flirt off, who can be the sexiest and it gets pretty intense which in turn makes everyone uncomfortable especially Iscariot (cough cough Anderson) Though they just tease each other to be funny, Maggie fully supports Seras and Pip shipping and intensely tries to hook them up, much to Pip’s pleasure and Seras displeasure. In short: they are a wild bunch.

Enrico Maxwell: 

oh...oh boi these two. Maggie knows Enrico hates her very being and thus she exploits it for all its worth. She will poke and pry, tease and even flirt with the bishop just to see him explode. Maggie goes protective mother mode if he says something belittling or short with Anderson and will turn mean. Maxwell hates her with a fiery passion and can’t stand teh sight of her. He always chides Anderson it isn’t Christian like to be hanging out with a heathen that is scantly dressed and will go as far as to insult her to her face which in turn she throws one back unless Anderson intervenes before it can get ugly.

Heinkel and Yumi:

Maggie is in awe of them and sort of kind of might have a crush on Heinkel just a bit. Though she knows they can never be because Heinkel and Yumi are meant to be. She just quietly listens and watches them basks in their glory of cuteness and badassery.  She follows them around and just is rather quite around the two but also at some point whats the two to break out of the comfort zone and do crazy things with her like party or go to the beach, just cute fun stuff. 

Alexander Anderson:

This is all I am going to leave for them <3 

[pellicano-sanguino]

Random thoughts while watching zuka, part 4; a collection of random thoughts about zuka vampires.

Sometimes, when people post about stuff they like in Tumblr, they make these weird posts where they just state a small trivial thing that makes their heart go all aflutter and explain no further. Like, a post that just reads “Women in suits with the cravat undone.” and then they wait for likes and reblogs to see who is into the same small details as they are, I guess. *shrug* It’s a kinda weird post trend.

I admit I was tempted to make a post that just reads: “Zuka vampires doing the hand thing after blood drinking.” and leave it at that. But since when can I write about vampires and be that brief? So I will explain. But I was tempted to do that kind of post.

The hand thing is this, when they bring their hand to their mouth as if to wipe away blood stains. I can’t explain why I love it. I just do.

I was pretty convinced the gesture was “wipe away the blood,” but then I saw Vampire Succession, and there Alucard does the hand thing before attempting to drink someone.

What is he doing? Wiping away drool? Testing the sharpness of his fangs? I have no idea. There is no blood that needs cleaning. My only guess is, that since (*Spoilers*) he doesn’t actually get to drink anyone and thus doesn’t get to do the hand thing when it’s appropriate, he does the gesture before attempting blood drinking. Also, performing this gesture lets the audience know what he is about to do (well, assuming there’s at least one another besides me who associates this gesture to post-feeding blood stain wiping).

When I heard the first short plot description of Vampire Succession, I was a bit disappointed to learn that Alucard is the type of vampire who doesn’t drink blood (except he totally tries to. Several times, I might add). But then the promo photos started to surface, and I had to roll my eyes. Yeah, sure, he doesn’t drink blood. He just happens to do the hand thing in promo photos and cast his eyes at the camera like he’s judging the edibility of your neck.

A variation of the hand thing, that appeared in Seal of Roses: When Lydia has performed the turning ritual to Francis, she doesn’t wipe her mouth, but Francis does reach his fingers up to touch her lips, as if a little disturbed at seeing his own blood on the lips of the woman he loves. (You asked for it, so endure it like a man, Francis.)

Of course, not all zuka vampires do the hand thing. But one other thing they sometimes do, that I like as much as the hand thing, is when they make a face like this after blood drinking.

You are correct, random vampire lord from Apassionado. Blood is magical.

One thing that zuka hasn’t done often, and which I would like them to do, is have more active donors. Sure, not all blood drinking is dub-con in zuka, but the willing donors often just passively let the vampire have his/her meal, often going limp like a ragdoll. Why not more communication and/or cuddling between the donor and his/her vampire?

An example: The donor could just gently place his/her hand at the back of the vampire’s head, petting his/her hair and with a little pressure letting the blood drinker know that it doesn’t hurt, that they are ok and actually want to do this. This kind of touch-based communicating would especially be needed when the vampire’s going for the neck-chest area (instead of arm) and he/she loses eyecontact with his/her donor during the feeding.

Look, the vampires can do the hand at the back of the head thing. And yes, it is cute. But if it was the donor doing it, then it would be heartmeltingly adorable.

One thing that I find very weird in zuka vampire stories, is that they rarely go the easy route when it comes to defining vampire lore. When you make a vampire story, you have to set the rules; how does one become a vampire, what strengths and weaknesses the vampires have, how can you kill one. There are some very common, easy choises to answer those questions (it spreads by biting, strengths include immortality, regeneration and hypnosis, and you’ll kill them by sunlight or stabbystab through heart), yet Takarazuka often insists on going the “Our vampires are different” route.

The vampire lore in zuka can be very confusing, inconsistent and poorly explained. I think the worst case is Seal of Roses (don’t think I’m dissing the show, it’s still my favourite vampire musical). When Francis talks to the monks of Valley of Roses, they just crypticly explain that vampires are “an undying race.” So, were the vampires in Valley of Roses born to vampirism? Were they humans that were somehow infected and corrupted by the “evil vampire souls” the Seal of Roses eventually bound and sealed away? Nobody knows!

We see two full turning processes; Mikhail and Francis. Mikhail is turned by becoming possessed by the evil vampire souls he freed. So, is vampirism like a demonic possession in this universe? No...  maybe? Francis is turned by the traditional infecting bite to the neck. So, in his case the vampirism is a curse that spreads through blood drinking. Only, no, it can’t be, because later a whole bunch of mortals get their necks nommed by Francis, Mikhail or Mikhail’s minions (more about those later) without full turning into vampirism. Before the turning process, Francis asks Lydia to “give him a soul.” But...  what? You only get one soul, you can’t split it and share with your boyfriend to make him like yourself! Souls don’t work that way (ok, maybe they do in Japan, maybe this soul is more like “spirit energy” or something that you can share without losing who and what you are).

So, my current theory about how vampirism works in Seal of Roses is this: The vampirism takes shape in the form of a Second Soul (capital letters, because I’m feeling dramatic today). You have your original human soul, but when you are given a Second Soul by another vampire, whether via blood drinking or demonic possession “invading your body because you messed with a roseseal”- style, you will turn. But what makes this transformation confusing is, that the Second Soul can be taken back. By more blood drinking.

I have noticed that a lot of people think the Sun King story is the best part of Seal of Roses. Yes, that chapter has lots of amazing dances, but I used to dislike this part, because it confused the hell out of me until I finally saw the musical with subtitles (and even then it didn’t make much sense). Just...  just what an earth was going on with Mikhail’s clever plan to fill Versailles with vampires (or half-vampires, or whatever his minions should be called). Well, ok, I guess I can get Mikhail’s deal (attempt to get into a position of power by having all the nobles become his loyal servants, since these newly made vampires/half-vampires seemed to obey their turner blindly). But what was Philippe’s plan? Get rid of the king by having a suspicious alchemist put a spell on a dancer with hopes that she will attack the king during ballet? What the hell, Philippe, what happened to just hiring assassins or buying poison from La Voisin? This is a ridiculously complicated plot to simply murder someone.

So yeah, Mikhail transforms the dancer girl (I don’t remember her name), by blood drinking, and I assume he does it by passing on his Second Soul. Initially I thought that he turned her fully (after all, Francis was turned by blood drinking too), but this girl is different. Unlike Francis, she seems to lose her free will after turning, instantly obeying Mikhail’s command to go forth and multiply (make more vampires). This is why I wonder if instead of a genuine, full vampire she is some sort of half-vampire or other diet coke version of real vampires. Or maybe she is a full vampire, but since she received the Second Soul from Mikhail, who is possessed by evil vampire souls, the evil Second Soul will dominate her own soul, taking full control and obeying Mikhail not because she’s under hypnosis or similar, but because the evil souls have a hive mind and when taking possession of a body, they will immediately co-work together to reach common goal. Maybe Mikhail too has his own soul completely overtaken by his Second Soul, and is actually as helpless and pitiable, a prisoner in his own body, unable to control it.

Vampire or half-vampire, the turned dancer girl is immediately capable of infecting other mortals with vampirism (by more blood drinking. Yay!), and the newly turned are just as capable of passing on the Second Soul. But then Francis crashes the party and puts an end to it. He turns the dancer girl back to human, apparently by taking back the Second Soul. By blood drinking. (This should be called Blood Drinking - the Musical). This confused me greatly. I have very rarely seen vampire stories where turning isn’t permanent. Sure, there are some where the process is slow and if you interfere before the transformation is complete, the victim can be saved (like Mina in Dracula). But these bats were pretty ready to fly. They were going around, drinking blood and infecting others, to me that’s too far gone to turn back. And it confused me how everything was done by the same method. Making vampires - blood drinking. Making half-vampires - blood drinking. Turning vampires/half-vampires back to human - blood drinking. Bottom line: blood drinking can do whatever. It’s multi-purpose magic. Turning or anti-turning, it’s all blood drinking, so it’s all good.

Then, in the Berlin chapter we are actually introduced to the concept of half-vampires. Francis claims that Mikhail’s female minion is one. So, a diet coke version of vampirism does exist in this universe. But how does it work? How does it differ from real vampires? Nobody knows! Argh! Takarazuka! You can’t just make stuff up as you go, when you introduce a new story element, you have to explain it! And you don’t have to have such a complicated and unusual vampire lore. You don’t need any soul-sharing turning&anti-turning and half-vampire nonsense. Why not have more straightforward, easy-to-understand vampires, when you only have 2,5 hours to build your universe?

Oh well. All the confusing vampire lore aside, I do love Seal of Roses. It doesn’t always make sense, but I like Mikhail, who is a rarity among zuka vampires, being a genuinely evil one. And I adore Francis. He is a great dancer. And always does the hand thing after drinking.

(and yes, Mikhail does the hand thing too.)