#Implied harassment

[autumnshowell]

where: Alley Catz Bowling who: this FUCKING guy

“Are you serious? God,”

Tate watches the new girl walk off to her car, cradling his gut and leaning against the bricks of Alley Catz, leaning his head against the wall and cursing in a low grunt of pained anger. “Fucking tease, fuck.”

By the time he catches his breath, he’s alone in the parking lot behind the Bowling Alley, the target of his unreciprocated affections having already driven off. Tate lights a cigarette and sucks in on it, trying to shake off the ache in his gut as he takes a few steps out into the blacktop towards his car, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees something move through one of the overhead lights. He peers into the shadows, digging for his phone and fumbing to find the button to tap for the light, but at he raises it to illuminate the space by his car, the only thing the light finds is a shape, rushing towards him. Before he can even scream, an enormous weight comes down on him.

It’s not quiet, though, the way she tears at him. Her teeth find his face, then his throat, nd that makes things quieter, but there is so much light here. She drags him into the bushes, subtle in her mind, despite the red smear that paints a path where she digs into him with new jaws that have been aching to get to work for a month.

Rips and tears and pulls and snaps. He thuds at it, weakly, but it takes the offending arm as an offer rather than a defense, and rips and shreds at that too.

When Autumn stops to breath, she steps off of the mangled heap, pacing around it in a circle to find a new angle of attack but instead looks up. The lights behind him are familiar. The building is familiar. She remembers this place, and how much she hates it. Hated it. Its not a problem anymore. She’s so hungry though, but as she chews and gnaws and gnashes at that first kill, she hears somebody else approaching from around the building, and, with some lament, leaves the dead-still husk behind to find somewhere safe to sleep off the meal.

[citrus-blade]

Ephemeral

Day 3 of Citrus Dreamnoblade Week with the prompt 'Enemies to Lovers'. This will have multiple chapters cause I couldn't finish it in time.

Link to AO3 or read it under here!

Getting kidnapped was not on Dream’s expectations in his life, considering that his father hated him and wouldn’t give a shit about him. But for some reason the pirates of the flying ship The Syndicate still saw it as a good idea. With a captain who was ready to sell Dream away, the young prince has to find a way to escape or get Captain Technoblade to set him free. Either way Dream would have to stay on the ship with the weirdly nice crew.

Chapter 1 under the cut! Words: 2,994

“Let go of me!” Dream screamed, trying to pull himself free from the person who had thrown him over his shoulder and was currently running. “Help!” How could a normal evening turn out like that?! All he wanted to do was enjoy the royal ball of his father for once and all of a sudden explosions happened and people were running into the room.

In all the panic he had called out to his father who had already run away, fucking coward. Before he understood what was going on some filthy pirate had grabbed Dream and thrown him over his shoulder with a loud ‘I got him!’ and then ran off. Obviously this was a targeted kidnapping attempt, probably hoping that the king – Dream’s father – would pay them for his release later.

Too bad that his father didn’t give a fuck about him and they wouldn’t even get dirt in exchange. Had he tried to explain that to the dude under him? Yes, yes he had. Was that man listening? No, obviously not.

Now where were the damn knights? They were fighting either other pirates or evacuating the civilians. There wasn’t many who could help him and the few who tried to follow them either lost track through dumb tricks or got attacked by others.

So Dream had tried it himself, but the man under him didn’t seem to care that he was kicking and punching around, just adjusting his hold on the man here and there. Dream looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when he saw the giant pirate ship floating in the air. Big cogs were turning and smoke was coming out of it and, shit, he recognized that ship.

It was The Syndicate, ship of one of the most well known pirate group that sailed through the air. He couldn’t get on that ship, he’d never escape from there! But all he could to was wiggle around more, bite the man but his teeth didn’t get through the thick clothes he wore. It was hopeless and when they arrived at the ship a ladder of rope was let down, the man held onto it and they were pulled up.

Now it was too late, when the man would let go now Dream would fall to his death and the man really didn’t want that. Did he kinda hated his life? Yeah! But he didn’t wanna end it! So his only choice now was to stay still and hope for the best. The best meaning that the rumours about the pirates would be wrong and they were actual nice people who simply wanted to safe him from his tyrant father.

Yeah. Sure. And unicorns are real and something like superheroes existed.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the main deck, immediately Dream was thrown on the ground, grunting at the impact. He looked around and crawled backwards against a wooden wall that forced him to stop. Within seconds he was surrounded by pirates, looking down at him with either disinterest or evil grins.

“Stay away from me!” Dream yelled, looking around in the hope of finding something to defend himself with. Or a way to run away and maybe hide from them, anything that would get him out of this vulnerable position.

“Now now, there’s no need for yellin’,” a deep and monotone voice spoke up from behind the mop of pirates. They parted like the red sea and revealed a tall wide man with pink hair, tied into a high braided tail, a beard hiding his muscular face. Red eyes were staring straight at Dream as he walked closer, a ruffled white blouse revealing some of his chest. “We’re all civilized men here.”

“Oi!” A young woman with pink hair spoke up, making Techno chuckled.

“Excuse me, men as in humans, ‘course.”

“Bullshit!” Dream spat out, finally standing up to stop the man from looking down on him. They were almost the same size, the other was just a little bit taller than him. Ignore that Dream wore slightly healed boots. “I know what kind of people the crew of The Syndicate are!”

“Oh, and what are we?” The pinket asked with an amused grin on his lips, one brow cocked.

“Filthy pirates who just take whatever they want without ever thinking of someone else!”

“Now, I wouldn’t call us filthy, the ship is quiet clean, probably the cleanest you will ever see, even.”

“I don’t care!” Dream screamed, ignoring that the man was right and it did look quiet clean. He stepped closer to the stranger with fire in his eyes. “Tell your damn captain Technoblade that it’s not worth kidnapping me! My father doesn’t care enough about me to give you anything in exchange for my life!”

Silence fell over the whole ship, the crew staring at Dream who was breathing heavily before they all started laughing loudly. Dream looked around in confusion, tears starting to well in his eyes out of frustration, but he couldn’t let them fall. He was too proud and they already didn’t take him serious, this would make it worse.

“What is so funny?!” He eventually demanded an answer, turning back to the pinket who wiped a tear away from his eyes with a gloved hand.

“May I introduce myself?” He said, the crew slowly calming down as the stranger took Dream’s hand and lightly bowed, the hand pressed to his lips. A soft kiss was placed on the back of the blond’s hand, who totally didn’t blush at the action, and the man with red eyes looked back up, grin now wider. “Name’s Technoblade and I am the captain of this beautiful ship and royal crew.”

Dream’s eyes widened at those words and he turned his head in the hope of people saying he was joking, but they were all just smirking at him. “That… that can’t be,” whispered Dream as he tried to step back and pull his hand free, but it was held tightly in Technoblade’s grip.

The man straightened back up and pulled Dream to his chest, his free arm wrapping around Dream’s waist. He leaned down and whispered in his ear. “And who said we’re ‘ere to gain somethin’ from your father?”

“What?!” Dream tried pulling away, this time successful as Techno let go of him. He almost fell back but could catch himself, staring at the man in front of him with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Let’s just say that someone else was ready to pay a fine price when we bring ya to him,” another man, he looked older with long blond hair, stepped up to Techno. His voice was calm and his gaze rather friendly and… sorry? “We’ll arrive at the meeting point in three days, you’ll stay with Captain Technoblade in the meantime.”

“Excuse me? You want me to stay with your captain?!” Dream squeaked out, glancing over at Technoblade.

“Philza meant just in my cabin,” Techno said, his hands on his hips now. “My bed is big ‘nough for the both of us and like that yer highness doesn’t have to stay in our brig, nice of me, ay?” Dream just scoffed at that, but the man was right, he had read about brigs and how dirty they were with nothing to sleep on. At least he wouldn’t be sore and could try finding a way to escape.

“Anyway!” Philza clapped his hands together, “welcome on The Syndicate prince Dream, enjoy the three days you have on this ship. Any allergies or anything our cook needs to know about before you’ll be brought to the cabin?” Dream just shook his head, glancing around as the group of pirates started to dissolve, all ready to do their usual jobs on the ship. “Great! Niki, would you show him the way?”

“Sure,” the woman from before said, stepping up to Dream with a gentle smile, “follow me, we got some clothes to change into there as it’s almost nighttime.” As they walked through a door that lead to a small corridor Dream felt the ship fly faster. The Syndicate was one of the tallest ship that existed, given all the engines that needed to get it to fly while transporting people, supplies, treasures and weapons.

While they walked Niki asked him if Dream had eaten anything that night and he answered with a yes. He wouldn’t receive any food then unless he wanted, he declined. Niki was a rather friendly woman, just like Philza was a rather nice man, considering they were pirates. When they arrived Niki opened the door and let Dream step in.

The cabin was big, filled with excessive decorations and furniture full with ornaments. One wall was just books and one was just windows, a small door leading to a balcony. Yeah, the ship was impressive and there was a reason why many thought it was just a legend, he had never seen anything like it before.

On his right side was a desk with a comfortable chair, papers like maps and documents sprawled over it and quill standing on it. A lamp was aimed at one of the papers and a wild handwriting was seen on it, probably from the captain. On his left was a big closet that probably was filled with expensive clothes and right next to it a giant bed, big enough for at least four people. There were curtains tied to the four poles on each of the bed’s corner, fluffy pillows filled it and on a corner lay a pile of folded clothes.

“Those are yours for the night,” Niki said, still smiling at Dream, funnily it made him feel okay, like everything was gonna work out. “Techno will give you something comfortable tomorrow as you will stay in the cabin for the whole trip, okay?” Dream just nodded and Niki let out a soft sigh. “Dream… Just enjoy the next three days as much as possible, okay?”

“...You seem to be rather decent Niki, why are you helping them by selling me away?” Dream asked with a pleading tone, hoping to appeal to the young woman's conscious to set him free.

But Niki just started to shake her head. “Sorry Dream, but Techno makes the deals here, I just try to trust him. But hey, maybe he’ll change the plan or something like that,” she shrugged lightly. “Now get ready for bed before the captain comes in here and get some sleep, alright? You’ll get some amazing breakfast in the morning, maybe not as nice as in your palace, but still really nice!”

And with those words she was gone, Dream heard her lock the door. He had hoped she would forget that, but nope, seemed like he was a prisoner now, one going to be exchanged for whatever the captain wanted.

With a deep sigh Dream changed into the clothes that had been laid out to him. It was a wide shirt to button close and an equally wide pants, both in an ivory color, matching perfectly. He huffed as he looked himself in a mirror next to the bed, the other side form the closet one. The he turned and walked up to the desk, trying to read the paper he had seen before.

It seemed to be some random list of supplies they’d need to get at some point and people the captain needed to talk to. Boring, so he decided to shuffle a bit around until he found something that seemed to be a contract or such? Before he was able to pull it out the door to the cabin opened again and Dream fast stepped back, trying to hide that he was snooping around.

“Now, lookin’ through private stuff isn’t very nice,” Techno said before locking the door again, hanging the key up above the door where Dream couldn’t reach. Maybe with a small jump he could, that would be his first try to escape.

“Do you know what else isn’t nice?” Dream asked with a sarcastic smile, making Techno snort as he started to take off his jacket. “Kidnapping someone to sell him off to some stranger just because you want some money, or whatever!”

“Now, who said I’d sell ya away for money?” Techno now pulled off his shirt, back turned to Dream. The blond blushed lightly at the muscular back of the man but shook his head to straighten his thoughts – something his father always had hoped he would do, ironically.

“For what else? You pirates are either after money or treasures or rum. Or, wait, let me guess,” Dream kept talking, now looking away when Techno took off his pants. Too bad that when Dream turned around he could see the man in the mirror. “There’s some weird myth and you need to find some way to proof it’s true and the man who wants to buy me has a way to proof it? Or a part of a map that brings you to it?”

At those words Techno laughed out loud, pulling pants on and then a buttoned shirt as well. Then he opened up his hair and stroked the knots out as best as possible. “Actually, ya were kinda close with the myth one. What I want, dear highness, is a book.” Techno walked up to his desk and seemed to pick up the paper Dream just had tried to read.

“A book? You can’t be serious,” Dream’s mouth was agape with those news, knowing he was worth just a book to this man was disheartening, it made him feel like there was no chance to escape this hell.

“Well, not jus’ any book,” Techno said before handing Dream the paper from before. It was indeed a contract, one he made with the person who wanted to buy the blond.

Dream read through it, frowning at some words. The fact his full name was used with his title and all was icky, even where he was from and who his father was. Every little detail was named. Unharmed, if possible at least, must be dressed well when handed over, too. Weirdo. “...in exchanged for the prince Captain Technoblade of The Syndicate would receive the… the revival book?!” The paper was smashed down against Dream’s thigh. “For a damn myth of some book that could bring people back to life you… you want to give me away?”

“Listen, there’s more reason than-”

“And to Schlatt?!” Dream screamed out, jumping up on his wobbly legs as he read the name. His eyes wide and legs trembling, his ears ringing. He knew Schlatt, his father knew Schlatt, the man was a disgusting person who lead a horrible kingdom in a horrible way. They had only met a couple of times, only during official events but Dream had always felt a bad vibe from the man. The way he had always eyed Dream had felt wrong, had felt wicked and just… Dream didn’t even wanna think about it.

“...Ya know him?” Techno asked with a cocked brow, seeing that Dream’s balance was losing out and he caught him. Dream breathed heavily, clutching the paper in his fist against his chest, trying to calm down. “Hey, hey it’s ‘kay,” Techno whispered, sitting down on the ground with the blond between his legs, back to chest. He rocked back and forth, one hand on top of Dream’s at his chest, the other at his forehead to pull his head back.

Eventually Dream started to mimic Techno’s breathing, moving back and forth slowly in a soothing manner. After a few minutes he had calmed down, the paper crumbled together and pushed away. “You good…?” Techno asked, voice careful against Dream’s ear.

“...you want to give me to Schlatt… I’ll never be good again…” Dream confessed, squinting his eyes together, lips in a straight line. He eventually got back up with the captain’s help and climbed on the bed.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Techno said slowly, pciking the paper back up and trying to straighten it back out before placing it on his desk. “Thought he had read about ya or whatever and not, ya know, was a friend or whatever?”

“Not a friend, never a friend,” Dream spat out, ruffling through his hair in frustration. “That fucker, I only met him like... five times or so? I’m not even sure, but he had always given me bad vibes. The fact he is willing to go as far as wanting to buy me? Shit..”

Techno just stood there, biting his lip and probably not knowing what he was supposed to do. He moved forward and sat down next to Dream, looking at him, Dream felt his eyes on him. Red like blood, blood he’d probably soon spill once he was handed over to… Schlatt. God, he couldn’t believe this.

“...Dream, listen-”

“No,” Dream cut him off sharply, glaring at the way too tall man, “I don’t wanna hear it. Whatever it is, I don’t care what your little explanation is to do this. You’re ruining my life, probably ending it even when giving me to that monster like I’m some stature to buy off. Just, shut up and leave me alone.”

And with those last words he climbed up on the bed and under the blanket, as far away from the pirate as possible. His back was turned to Techno but he could still feel the stare piercing through him. After a few seconds a loud sigh came from Techno and the light turned off.

That night Dream didn’t sleep, he stayed awake form the fear of having nightmares of a man with black eyes and a goat beard. Of grabby hands reaching for him and gloved big ones pushing him towards them. Only when the first rays of sunshine started to rise did sleep take over, saving him from those fantasies which looked more like his future with every passing second.

[beansinjeans]

more fic art UwU @geryongreen

[rosurie]

sometimes after a long day of being molested by the whole town all you need is to soak in the bath with your bestie (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)♡

with @wreckowafer 's yunie <3

[eddiethebrave]

🩷 part six

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Stevie wraps her arms around herself to fend off the cold as she walks up to her front door. She feels the loss of Eddie’s arms like the loss of a limb. 

Only after she’s getting out of the shower does she get the text she’d been waiting on from Robin.

everyone got home ok im spending the night at nancy’s  #slumberparty wait is it still a slumber party if there’s only two of us or is that just a sleepover stevie answer me it’s important

Stevie smiles down at her phone and shakes her head in amusement as she replies.

two ppl does not a slumber party make buckley #sleepover

She climbs into bed and her phone pings with another message. This one has a photo attached. It’s a photo of Robin in Nancy’s bed with the girl in question tucked snugly under her chin. Robin’s wearing a goofy smile and Stevie rolls her eyes in fondness at the caption. 

#sleepover

Stevie hearts the image and plugs her phone in for the night. She assumes that’ll be the last of the messages and settles herself into bed. She’s just about to slip her glasses off and cut the light when her phone lights up again.

She considers leaving it for the morning but decides against it. She’s never been good about not responding to messages right away. 

oh my god i almost forgot look at this loser this is approximately ten seconds after you got out of the car btw

The photo attachment takes a moment to pop up and Stevie curiously waits. When it’s finally revealed, she feels her face heat up. She’s alone in her room so she doesn’t bother trying to tamp down a goofy smile of her own. 

The photo is from Robin’s vantage point in the front passenger seat. She has her phone pointed toward the back, where Eddie sits with his arms crossed and his plump lips pulled down at the corners in a pout with his eyes trained at his lap. Stevie clicks on the image to get a closer look and that’s when she realizes it’s a live photo. 

She holds her thumb down and the image comes to life. She watches in amusement as Eddie’s head snaps up when the flash goes off. He has this deer in the headlights look on his face and his cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink almost alarmingly fast. Just as he opens his mouth to presumably scold Robin, the moment freezes. 

Stevie watches it six more times before shamelessly saving it to her camera roll and swiping back to her and Robin’s messages. 

aw leave him alone :(( …also ty for the pic 🩷

Robin responds immediately.

yeah yeah we all know i’m the best best friend ever

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[spotsupstuff]

Gold is often connected to divinity in rl religions. In Buddhism, it indeed symbolizes enlightenment and such, and it is often kept pure in order to not ruin its brilliance. In Tibetan Buddhism, statues are gilded with it and the 5 tonne Golden Buddha statue in Thailand is composed of 18 karat gold, almost fully pure.

Within this world, I like to think that gold has caught the eye of the Anemons in a religious sense upon the (,,re/")discovery of the Void Sea. The golden waves of it shaped the perception of their world, from explaining the sun as coated in a layer of Void, to giving an idea of what "cleanliness of soul" should look like. Wheel Flowers are also attributed to the Void as sprouts of it, because of their ethereal gold coloration.

The feeling of the divine has however faded when the motivations behind handling of the Void went terribly south, replaced by the extremist corruption and greed of High castes.

In other words, I wanted an excuse to draw Euros as a šarkan/змей.

[dykedvonte]

I think it’s so ironic that the Pony Express escapes a lot if not all blame in discussion. I can’t even say I am excused from it but it’s just how hard people circle back to the characters alone without considering the environment they were made to be in.

Why would they design a ship where only two of the rooms lock? Not the bathroom? Not the sleeping quarters? We assume that all the companies in the universe are this shallow and careless to their workers but we explicitly know the Pony Express in extra vile. They are fed processed slop pack they can’t even really cook and the ration of those pack is meager at best. They hired and made people with a plethora of conflicting demeanors and beliefs work together on a mission where cohesion is important if not an outright necessity and punish them for not being happy about it. There’s no social protocols, not chain of command other than Captain’s word/choice and the only way to enforce that is with a literal firearm. They don’t allow them to celebrate freely and even took away leisure activities that would make them less stir crazy. They are only allowed a few hours of sleep despite their being no other real responsibilities or work on the ship, no matter the position or its importance. With any crew, with any level of synergy, this was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

I’m not saying characters that made mistakes didn’t make huge ones, but I think part of the horror is that at least for some (this is targeting Jimathan) those mistakes are partly made by a force of the hand. There’s a running theme of lack of choice and being forced into something and the very nature of how The Pony Express expected them to function plays a big part.

[townofcrosshollow]

Sorry I'm talking about Minecraft shit again but like...

The thing that makes the Iskall situation so sad to me, even moreso after this new info, is that it literally did not need to be this big of a deal. The allegations were not life or even career ending stuff. Don't get me wrong, the dude's a gross sex creep, but he didn't commit any crimes and people have been forgiven for worse. He also clearly knew about the allegations well in advance of any of the other Hermits finding out.

It would have been very easy for him to get out of this situation. There are so many different ways he could have gotten out of this situation.

Reach out to the people affected privately, apologize, and agree to come to a conclusion about the situation privately! They don't have to even forgive him to agree to just not talk publicly about it.

Discuss the allegations well ahead of time with the other Hermits and come to a conclusion about how to proceed! They would have been more than capable of handling it as a group. Other Hermits could have reached out to moderate with the people making the allegations, and they could have helped him make an apology video to explain the situation and do damage control. Hell, it sounds like they were already gearing up to do this when he resigned.

Quietly resign and keep working on Vault Hunters! He wasn't even active on Hermitcraft when this happened. Apologize and work it out with the people he hurt, explain the situation to the VH community, and just keep doing his thing with a lower profile.

But all of those solutions would require a fucking iota of shame, a tiny little inkling in his brain that maybe the stuff he did was bad, and the personal moral character to say "my bad, I fucked up." And this whole video whining about being cancelled just shows that he absolutely does not have that moral character in the slightest. He does not have the self awareness or emotional maturity to say "Hey, I did something shitty that hurt people's feelings" and take responsibility for that fact. Not only has he not apologized for being a creep in the past, he genuinely thinks everything he did was fine and he will absolutely continue to be a creep in the future.

So what could have been a very minor drama, another "Wow, Hermitcraft handled that controversy really well!" moment, turned into him torpedoing his own career and causing awful stress and pain to everyone involved for no fucking reason. Congratulations everybody, we did it.

[attex]

[newbtheveryawesomeandkindanewby]

I had to read this, now you do too.

[aviaryartist1800]

So basically i wanted to say for this a while

I was watching video about "Do Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep" its a pretty good analysis about the themes n stuff

It was great!

But, i stumbled upon this comment:

TLDR:Basically the "you can't criticize this piece of media because you haven't experienced it" deflection

This is a bad way to deflect criticism in my opinion, especially if people have valid points

It happened with Poison, where people accused you of having no media literacy and "you aren't an SA survivor, so you can't criticize this piece of media"

(and it has come to the point where the Hellaverse fandom harassed people like Limus, basically disregarding them and saying that she didn't experience SA even tho she said she did, which is disgusting behavior)

I just don't like this form of deflection, as its in the same vain as "DON'T LIKE, DON'T WATCH"

Its wrong, because it implies that this piece of media is exempt from criticism because you haven't experienced said thing

Its just, kinda dumb

[whoishotteranimepolls]

No Fandoms vs Illiteracy this week

I know I said there would be Fandoms vs Illiteracy today. But, after reading through the essay again, I noticed unusual language I hadn't seen before. I started googling and found that it's associated with the anti-shiping/anti-fan movement. All of a sudden, everything makes sense.

If you're not familiar with these people, they are a group of people within fandom spaces that believe it's their moral duty to harass anyone who consumes/enjoys problematic content or ships any problematic ships to any kind into conforming with their puritanical cult or killing themselves. So yeah, don't I want to engage with this one, but now I'm aware of this movement and will definitely be watching out for their lingo in future Fandoms vs Illiteracy entries

They are also very well known for doxing, and as someone who's had that happen before, I don't really want to engage with this one. Since I'm fully aware of what it is now and because of the hell they put me through in the old fandom. Plus, I now know they're aware of my blog. I will be monitoring the comments and tags more

Honestly, their movement sounds like the death of media literacy, critical thinking, and full-blown puritanical censorship. Because most people can separate fantasy and reality, and if you can't, you have a problem, and your problem gives you no right to bully, harass, and dox other people in the name of moral purity

Oh, and if anyone's curious, I found several good academic research papers on the phenomenon of the anti-fan/anti-shipper. Here's a good one

[moliathh]

I do think what most people bothers is the possible 'grooming' aspect, since Alucard met Integra as a child before forming a romantic connection with her. Seras was already 20 when they met.

I was about to make a post about the grooming situation too. Firstly I want to address how both Alucard/Integra and Alucard/Seras was largely perceived as a father and daughter relationship. I disagree with both cases. And secondly, Alucard groomed both Integra and Seras. He is a very clear case of victim becoming abuser. I could at least say this in his defense, that whatever he have done to Integra and Seras, was not out of hatred nor intentional malice for them.

We were barely shown his time with Integra when she was underaged. But grooming is a manipulation tactic imposed on any people of any age. Alucard treatment towards Integra and Seras are non-sexual grooming: Isolation, coercion, provocation and (mental) violence abuse to exploit and/or manipulate them. It was graphically shown, not implied. By definition, Integra was also groomed into becoming Hellsing leader (and into a religion that deemed a woman's value lies in her virginity too since we are on the topic) and every adult around her is complicit in that. So are the Iscariot kids, groomed by the church's system.

I understand why people feels "icky" with Alucard/Integra because of that aspect. Of course many relationships in Hellsing are abusive but people might felt less repelled by abusive relationships between adults than between a child and an adult. It's fair. Even Alucard/Integra shippers are discomforted by it, I have seen several headcanons and reinterpretations avoiding that aspect. Also I do believe a fictional depiction of an act doesn't equal the act itself. People should be prioritize over fiction and shouldn't receive harm because of fictions. Hellsing is a controversial work, liking the work doesn't inherently means your moral is deranged.

And on that note, even if you removed or changed how Alucard met Integra when she was at a young age, their relationship is still extremely abusive. Alucard displayed behaviours of an age regressor, he is emotionally stunted. Integra used it to her advantage. Alucard mentally abused Integra. They formed an unhealthy codependency. Both of them are placed in a situation where they're groomed into. THEY KILL AND EAT PEOPLE. There is no "ethical" way to perceive their relationship, platonic or not. Shipping doesn't always mean you think the situation is desirable. To me it is to explore fictional imaginary situations within the scope of fiction and doesnt bring harm to anyone. If anyone is discomforted by Alucard/Integra as a ship, either a platonic or not, they are rightful to feel so, A/I relationship is EXTREMELY nuanced. But it would be unfair to assume all of the shippers are morally deviant jusf for shipping them. I could say the same about any Hellsing/Hellsing ship fans too.

[dorkus-maximus-god-of-weird]

Thing I made + blank template version to use for whatever you want

[spotsupstuff]

for the best dad the world was kind enough to give me.

[ieatsporks11]

most of the wof conflicts would be solved by polyamory