#alucard & the captain like the smell

[belovedbythevoid]

  ❝ i wonder if my f/os have a problem with me vaping . . . just every so often, i guess. i think some of them wouldn't like it, so they'd probably ask me to do it away from them, and i would obviously respect them, but i don't think the others would mind all that much. same with occasionally drinking, though i don't drink; i think if i did, they wouldn't mind so long as i was careful about it . . . ❞

[yan-lorkai]

Yandere!Alucard x Reader who works as a soldier for the hellsing organization. Interaction where reader got attacked and Alucard couldn't help but intervene...he also couldn't help but clean the blood off your face. Would like if the reader enjoyed the thrill of it too, lots of yan!Alucard interactions make the reader despise him but i find him cute</3, please and thank you!!♡

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Finally finished this aaaa, this turned out to be way longer than I intended to be. Hopefully you like it as much as I did writing it, darling. Sorry you had to wait for a while for this.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, implicit attempted sexual attack, overprotective!Alucard.

There was blood dripping from their chin, descending like a red waterfall to their neck and chest and it made your nose wrinkle every time the hot air blew the iron scent toward you. You almost gagged everytime this happened, it was all over the place, disgusting yet so familiar.

The gun in your hands was a little heavy, but it also kept you in the current moment, grounded, present. You didn't know how many shots you still had, you just wished it was enough

The only sound you could hear was your heart beating like crazy inside your chest, desperately. You knew fear, death, pain, they were part of your job: training, planning, killing ghouls. You knew it all, you were confident on your skills, but it was different this time, your entire squad had died. It had been destroyed in an ambush. You still remember how certain your captain was that it was you, Hellsing agents, who would ambush and kill those vampires.

He was so wrong! If you could go back in time, you'd tell him how they were waiting for you, how they massacred you all.

Luckily your teeth stopped shaking some time ago and the vampires seemed too distracted to notice the smell of your blood and how your heart that was beating loudly. If they noticed it would be the end of you and with your death, your entire squad would vanish. That is if before that they didn't want to play with you first, mentally and physically. You hope not, otherwise you would kill them with your hands and teeth. No one would touch you indecently.

Hidden like a mouse, you watch them and make plans. There are three vampires among your comrades bodies, feeding on them, laughing and cracking jokes about something you can't hear, and judging by their appearance they are not armed, yet, you know what they can do even unarmed, you know the innate strength they have. There were more vampires but those left a little while ago.

Should I shoot them? You asked yourself, raising your weapon just a little, having one of them in your sights, your finger on the trigger, before giving up this idea. Despite hating your impotence, you knew that even if you took some distance to shoot them, they would only need five, at most six seconds to be face to face with you. And then you would met your death. A slow, painful death as your comrades did.

What to do then? You think indecisively.

The only thing you could do was wait for Alucard to come and kill them all. You knew he was going to come, you knew because it was about you and he was so possessive of you. If wasn't for Integra's orders for him to not bother you, you don't even want to think what he was going to do with you. And while you loathed to thought to spend time with him in any form, today, right now, in fact you wouldn't mind.

Right now if he was to appear at your side, you could even hug him. That beast wouldn't let go of you and would tease you to no end, sure, but at least you would be safe and sound in his arms, safe enough to cry and to grieve. At least you could feel that there's someone there with you who cared, even if it was a twisted way of caring.

It was not the first time that you met death in a mission but certainly was the first time that a mission took all your comrades life. Promises, secret jokes and handshakes, every precious little memory was all yours now because there was nobody else to share it. The little family you found in them, destroyed. Silent tears burned in your eyes but you held them in place.

You had to be strong, you had to survive and tell their family what happened, you had to watch them get buried as they deserve, even if there wasn't much to bury. But it was so difficult to be strong.

Giant sequoia trees stretched high into the sky, blotting out the last sun rays that were stubborn enough to make it through the thick foliage. The forest was so quiet as if it was taking a long nap at that time, you couldn't even hear the owls hooting anymore. The dark and the silence only made you more aware of your heavy breathing and your heart. Badum, badum, badum. Did they could hear it too? Gods, you hope not.

The vampire were as silent as possible, talking among themselves while gesturing and making faces. You couldn't hear them but you could do the only thing that you had been doing for the last hour: you could still watch them.

Go away, go away, just go away already. You prayed for whoever wanted to hear you, begging, legs already aching from how much time you spent sitting in this position.

As the minutes crawled by, your heart pounded an erratic rhythm, mimicking the thud of drums echoing in your ears. Every fiber of your being screamed for stillness, for silence, as you clung to the shadows, praying they wouldn't detect your presence and the smell of your blood as they started walking again.

The vampires, teasing and mocking each other, moved with a grace that came with the years lived, almost as if they were floating, distancing themselves from the gorey scene in slow steps. You watched with bated breath, not even daring to breath a little loud so as not to get their attention.

They were vile and disgusting.

They bragged about everything they've done to those poor women and how they killed the men. About how they could kill it slower to savor the hot blood and the tears and screams.

Just a few more seconds, you thought. Your whole body shaking from fear or relief, you didn't even knew it.

Then, one of the vampires stopped mid-sentence, their gaze piercing through the darkness as if sensing something amiss. Panic surged through you, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin as your mind raced with dread. A twig broke somewhere. Somewhere near you.

You looked behind you; nothing there yet. But your weapon was ready and so were you, so ready to pull the trigger and shoot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

With a predatory glint in their eyes, the vampire's lips curled into a sinister smile, their attention honing in on your direction. In an instant, they closed the distance between you, their movements swift and predatory.

And you shot him. Once, twice, till you lost count.

His fingers were still streached out to curl over your arm when he fell and you didn't waste another second there, crawling away without caring about the mud on your nails or the pungent smell of the vampire's blood dripping down. Finding the other vampire became your priority; you knew his companion wouldn't be pleased to discover they had let a human escape alive.

The dense foliage obscured your view and you felt so alone and small, you're so small while you stood beside the trees in the open field. You were isolated here with no help. Branches snagged at your clothing and twigs snapped underfoot, each sound amplifying the stillness of the night.

Then, a laughter.

Crueler and evil than you ever though to be possible.

It was a laughter devoid of humanity, a malevolent symphony that sent shivers down your spine. You froze in your tracks, heart pounding in your chest as the realization sank in — your adversary was near, reveling in your fear.

And you were a mere mouse in an open field. They could see you but you couldn't see them. You raised your rifle blindly and aimed in the direction of the sound. It was useless but you would fight anyway, forcing your ears to work even more than they could.

The laughter echoed again, closer this time, weaving through the trees like a haunting melody. It was a mockery of everything good and pure. Dread washed over you, mingled with a primal urge to flee, yet you stood your ground, steeling yourself against the terror that threatened to overwhelm.

A shadow passed through you and you shot it. Nothing.

With startling speed and force, the vampire lunged from the shadows, crashing into you with a weight that knocked the breath from your lungs. The impact sent you sprawling to the forest floor, leaves and twigs crunching under the sudden weight.

Pain shot through your body as you struggled beneath the vampire's relentless grip, their cold, inhuman strength pressing down on you. Panic surged, adrenaline flooding your senses as you grappled with the realization of your situation. Your weapon was far from you.

Above you, their laughter echoed once more, now tinged with a triumphant edge that chilled you to the bone. It was a reminder of their dominance, a cruel symphony that made fun of your struggle against their overwhelming power.

"Not so feasty now, are we?" They said in a false soft tone. "Didn't know a cute thing like you were capable of such ire. I almost want to taste you right here and now."

Every instinct screamed for escape, for survival. You felt their hands fondling the skin from your hips slowly, feeling every inch, their nails playing with the hem of your pants.

Desperate to break free, you fought against the crushing weight, clawing at their arms while tears flooded your eyes and made everything blurry. But the vampire's hold remained unyielding, their grip was like iron shackles binding you to the ground.

In a fit of anger, you headbutt them hard. "Fuck you."

Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, you twisted and thrashed against the vampire's grasp, fueled by a primal urge to break free from their suffocating hold as they laughed. It was then that you spotted a rock laying nearby, one they didn't realized it was there yet.

With a surge of determination, you seized the rock and swung it with all your might against the vampire's temple. They recoiled with a guttural hiss of pain, momentarily loosening their grip over you.

"I'm going to fucking kill, bitch!" They screamed. For a second you felt proud for hurting them, even if just a little.

That was for every comrade you lost. For the fear that consumed you, for the pain you were feeling. You smiled at the blood trickling from their temple, you hoped this would hurt their pride before you killed them.

Taking advantage of their state, you crawled a few meters without caring about the small sharp rocks that ripped your elbows and knees off. It hurts but it wasn't enough to make you stop. It only served to make you crawl faster, faster than how they could recover, faster than the cold air that seeped into your tired bones.

A few more inches... Just a few mor-

You were pulled back by your legs, the vampire was much more harsher now in their attempts to hurt you. He was much more angrier. You kicked and struggled but nothing seemed to work now. Not that it worked before.

The vampire’s fangs gleamed in the dim light as they snarled, their grip on your ankles tightening painfully. You were being dragged across the cold, damp ground, blood escaping through your wounds, every second spent letting you be taken closer to that creature. Panic surged through your veins as you struggled desperately, but nothing seemed to work.

Suddenly, a shadow moved at the edge of your vision. You barely had time to register it before a powerful voice cut through the night, deep and commanding. You used to dislike this voice, this familiar tone.

You wanted to cry and scream for his help now.

"Enough."

The vampire froze, their grip on your legs slackening. You twisted around to see a tall figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Clad in a long, red coat, his crimson eyes glowed with an eerie intensity. It was Alucard. He was finally there to help you.

The vampire hissed, releasing you entirely as they turned to face the new threat. Alucard’s presence was overwhelming, his aura of power unmistakable. He stepped forward, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator stalking its prey.

He was confident, unafraid. The other vampire though they seemed like a newbie.

"You'll pay dearly for touching my human." Alucard's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. "The likes of you were always so stupid and weak anyway."

The vampire lunged at him, but Alucard was faster. In a blur of motion, he sidestepped the attack and delivered a crushing blow to the vampire's chest. The creature flew backward, crashing into a tree with enough force to splinter a trunk.

Alucard advanced, his eyes never leaving the vampire. He drew his twin guns from his coat and aimed it at the creature, who was struggling to rise from the ground. They were hungry for blood and pain, they were ready.

"Pathetic," Alucard sneered. "You should have known better."

With a deafening crack, Alucard fired. The bullet struck the vampire squarely in the heart, and the creature let out a horrific scream as their body hit the ground. But this time to never stand up again.

And you still lay on the ground, breathing heavily, trying to comprehend what had just happened. One second you were certain that you were going to die, the other he was there to save you, just like you wished for. Alucard turned to you, his expression softening slightly.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, his voice gentler now.

You shook your head, still too stunned to speak. Alucard extended a hand, helping you to your feet. His grip was surprisingly warm.

"It could be worse." You faked a laugh. Still the sound was dry, devoid of life and happiness, exhausting kicking in now that the fear was dissipating.

His voice held a rare warmth, offering a fleeting glimpse of gentleness that seemed almost out of character for Alucard, the infamous No Life King. At least for those that didn't knew him like you unwillingly did, that is.

Alucard noticed you shivering and trembling even you seemed to not notice. Frozen tears streaked down your face, betraying the emotional turmoil you were in. As he spoke those words, "You're safe, darling," the nickname that usually annoyed you to no end was now carried with an unexpected tenderness.

His crimson-stained hands tenderly wiped away your tears, a gesture both comforting and unsettling as he licked the blood from your cheek, rough tongue leaving behind a trail of saliva. He scanned you with a sharp gaze searching for any sign of injury. Finding none that was too worrisome - you had a few scratches here and there but with time those would go away, plus he didn't carried alcohol to disinfect them on him -, he seemed momentarily relieved, a rare expression on his usually stoic face.

"Let's get you home. You need a bath and a hot tea," Alucard suggested, his words usually brushed off under different circumstances now resonating with practical concern. Normally, you would have resisted, instinctively wary of spending any unnecessary time in his company. But tonight was different.

Exhausted and drained, you found yourself nodding in agreement, leaning into his reassuring presence as you both made your way back to the headquarters of the Hellsing organization. Alucard was matching his step with yours, so slow, watching over you like a hawk over their fledgling.

It was a moment of unexpected vulnerability that you were showing just now, the first time you hadn't recoiled from his proximity or fought against his touch even if it disgusted you. Yet, even as you allowed yourself this brief respite, the knowledge of who he truly was lingered in the back of your mind. Alucard was not just any vampire; he was a creature of immense power, capable of ending lives with a mere snap of his fingers.

"Thank you." You whispered so low and softly. It was all you could muster right now. "For saving me, thank you."

Trusting him was a dangerous gambit, a compromise you reluctantly made for now, knowing full well the precariousness of your situation. But for now, in the quiet walk back home, with his presence strangely comforting despite everything, you allowed yourself to lean on him, if only for a moment.

A smile graced his lips. "It was my pleasure, darling."

[tokoyamisstuff]

Note: The reasons may vary, but I personally think none of these men care about their spouse's body type or beauty standards in general. So I wrote about body parts instead, hope that's alright with you. 💕

gn! Reader I not all of those are sexual

Featuring: Alucard, Anderson, The Captain, Walter, Maxwell, the Valentine Brothers, The Captain

Alucard

Neck obviously, since it's something so symbolic about you willingly exposing this vital spot to a monster like him. Loves digging his teeth into the tender flesh, mesmerized as he watches the liquid cascade from your collarbone down to your breasts/chest (his second favourite part).

If he feels like it he'll play with your blood as well, painting it across your skin and then licking it off, eager to not waste any drop.

Too shy to focus on inheritly sexual bodyparts, would always gaze away (even though he's craving to look, it just goes against his teachings). Since he's used to be surrounded by fully covered women, he gets excited by the smallest amount of exposed skin. Indulges in the soft feeling of it against his rough hands.

Anderson

Also, the size difference (idc how tall you are, it will be there) wakes his protective instinct. Cradles you in his arms as often as possible, putting his head on top of yours.

The Captain

Thighs and ass definetly. Will act chivalrous and open doors for you or let you go up the stairs first just to see it wiggle. It's driving him crazy. Digs his fingers into them at every opportunity, leaving marks with his bruising grip.

Also anything that's sensitive to his touch, not only during intimacy. Believe me he'll find out your weak spots. Man has a map of your body drawn in his mind.

Walter C Dornez

Hips, as well as good hip dips and belly. He's most likely responsible for them growing on you, since he likes you well fed. Loves kneading them or seeing his wires lace into the cushion of your plush.

Got stretch marks? Even better! Absentmindedly traces them with his fingers or rubs oil onto them...for skincare purpose and not his own satisfaction, of course.

Enrico Maxwell

Your hands in general, will always want to hold hands or feel them somewhere else on his body. At the beginning it shot pleasant tingles through his nerves, unused to closeness. But later on it becomes a soothing and reassuring sensation to always feel he's not alone anymore.

Will demand lots of massages or for you to run your fingers across his scalp while his head is in your lap, his favourite spot.

Luke Valentine

Anything about your hair, from color to it's texture and smell. Enjoys twirling it around his finger, playing with it, combing and styling it, or tugging on it during the act.

Prefers you (at least partially) dressed rather than naked, especially if he gets to choose outfits for you to wear. He's a man that likes to let his imagination run wild.

Jan Valentine

Literally anything, this guy's a freak. Doesn't matter at all, you could wear a fucking potato sack and he'd get aroused. If you ask him he'd just say anything works as a hole if you try hard enough. Sorry, he's not that romantic.

If you catch him at a good moment he'll babble something about how you're just so gorgeous that he simply can't decide on a single feature of yours.

The Major

Eyes are the windows of our soul, or so he says. Gets captivated by yours each time, his intense stare searching them whenever you're in the same room.

Usually at some point his gaze always wanders down to your lips, relishing the way they move as you speak and running his thumb across it before relishing in the taste of you.

[thequeenofdarknessblog]

The Wallachian Rose| Alucard x Female Reader| THE END

“Love is fire that burns without being seen;

It is a wound that hurts and is not felt;

It is discontented contentment;

It is pain that goes wild without hurting.

It is a not wanting more than well wanting;

It's lonely walking among people;

It is never to be content to be content;

It is caring that you win by losing;

It is wanting to be imprisoned by will;

It is serving who wins, the winner;

It's having someone who kills us with happiness.

More, how can your favor cause friendship in human hearts, if so contrary to it, is love?

Louis of Cameos

And after sighing bitterly, you closed the poetry book. You were depressed, bitter... like when you were separated from Alucard three hundred and twenty-three years ago. Currently your mind was filled with many “whys”?

Why didn't you intervene more?

Why didn't you fight?

Why didn't you go with him?

Why didn't you kill that catboy when you had the chance?

Why did Alucard leave... just... so easily after 323 years?

The mourning you felt was shared and understood by Seras Victoria who now had Captain Pip's soul inside her, with a will of her own.

you found it very cute

You taught him how to regenerate his arm, he was still years away from mastering the various abilities of a true vampire.

"The fact that you lost your arm before becoming a true vampire has nothing to do with the fact that you can't regenerate it now, if that were the case, Alucard would have had no head..." you explained bitterly to your new appendage while trying to regenerate his arm for the ninth time.

Vlad... Alucard... every time you remembered those names a huge and unbearable pain invaded your chest. As if they were tearing your heart sinew by sinew over and over again.

The worst thing is that you were a total masochist, since you were still in the Hellsing mansion... and the logic was that you were in France, but you decided not to run away anymore and face the miserable and eternal life that touched you... without Alucard.

Thirty... thirty years have passed and Integra had already aged, she felt somewhat guilty, and she tried to reward you but you told her that she couldn't do anything about it anymore. You really didn't blame anyone, but if you accepted the small personal room that I ordered to decorate for you, it was a small room with a long piece of furniture, a table where you put all the books you were going to read for the day, and of course, your personal blood supply next to your coffin.

Sometimes on the loneliest nights, when Seras Victoria's company no longer satisfied you. You went down to the basement where Alucard's coffin was, and you caressed the sealed lid, you detailed the phrase carved in Romanian, and shed a few tears.

And to think that it was the only thing you had of him.

One night, specifically when it officially turned 30 years old. You decided that you would return to France the following evening.

And at that precise moment, the unimaginable happened, several shots were heard in Integra's room. You ignored the fact, Seras would take care of it.

How did you not feel her presence and smell her?

Alucard had returned, he had been shot on the floor of Integra's room.

"They're still just as noisy," the vampire says amused, dripping with blood.

"You took a long time, Alucard... a long time" she said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"My apologies"

"Where were you?"

“I was killing all the souls inside me, one by one, until there was only one left. Now I'm here and nowhere at the same time, that's why I came back” he answered without further ado, and after a silence he said “My queen?…” he asked Integra directly who after smiling answered.

“She stayed with us” explains Integra

"Oh really?" answered this.

"That's right, she has replaced you wonderfully... although, she's about to leave for France, you should stop being dramatic and go for her, it's an order" Integra says with a huge smile, taking a cigar from her nightstand.

As you looked at how the warm colors of dawn peeked over the mountains announcing the sunrise, you were almost ready to go, you just needed to pack a good dozen books for your trip.

Until you heard a voice, a recognizable voice, causing your skin to crawl, time to stop and your legs to shake.

"Are you going somewhere?" asked a male baritone voice. You turned slowly "I'm offended by the fact that you haven't noticed my presence" he continued speaking as he slowly approached you "because I felt every caress you gave in my coffin, and I felt every tear, and I heard every word" he expresses smiling, not even hell burned as much as the look he had on you, he was already close to you, stuck to you, he took you firmly by the waist. You still had your mouth open in astonishment "Shut your mouth, or a fly will get into you" and then I kiss you, being a king of passionate kisses.

I devour your mouth with enthusiasm.

You responded gladly.

But you were upset, you wanted to hit him, tear him to pieces, burn him, and after he regenerated, do it again.

But you had missed him so much.

Alucard purred, you were damn excited.

"What beautiful thoughts, I have such a sweet and loving wife" he had read all your thoughts.

You don't want to talk, but I didn't want to bother you either, not now.

After several kisses you decided to talk.

"Where were you fucking bastard?" Asked.

"Killing the souls inside me, there were more than three thousand, I was not going to finish in one day" he answered in his defense.

Does that mean not as "invincible" as before?"

"And now I'm here but not at the same time" I conclude caressing your face.

"That means... Are you like an illusion?... Are you not truly with me?" you questioned while melancholy returned to your eyes.

"You hear my voice" he whispers in your ear "You feel my skin" I run your hands over his face "you can taste my kisses and feel my body" and grope your waist "I am as real as the love I feel for you"

“This is unfading Alucard, it really doesn't matter what the fuck of beings we are. What we feel does not wither with anything, I love you" you recite caressing her chest

“Me plus My Lifeless Queen” and they inevitably made love for the thirty years they were apart.

Integra's last orders were that you and Alucard have a honeymoon outside the Hellsing facility and that we take care of his heir (but this is another story). Little by little Hellsing became a historical legacy that, like everything else, would be lost in the history of the world.

And in the distant future it would be seen as a myth.

With the advent of modernity, you and Alucard adopted a somewhat homely lifestyle with Seras Victoria. And they were part of the myths, it was fun to hang around the streets and hear people talk about vampires with three among them. Without expecting it, you had your long-awaited eternal honeymoon.

Count Vlad and La Rosa de Valaquia were already myths and legends.

Alucard the vampire hunter and Roses are part of the past.

Now they were just two avoidant beings who love each other.

And this story will not have the word "END" because as long as you and Alucard continue together and love each other, it will never have it.

This story shows how capricious and mysterious destiny is.

That love is not exclusive to humans or pure of heart.

And that monsters can love.

Always yours, always hers.

This Eviterna story has been consummate.

While in another different world.

A new love story between two young vampires is just beginning.

Coming soon: Hellsing and Castlevania crossover, don't miss it

With all your love, care and devotion: A Writer of Darkness

[elixirvitae]

Hi, I hope you’re having a great day! Can I request sfw and nsfw hc’s for yandere Alucard and yandere  Captain sharing a darling? Like reader is a human who works for the Hellsing Organization and is really strong like strong enough to defeat on of them. And maybe captain changes sides because of her? Idk but what if reader also had virgin blood but also a very rare blood type, like AB-, I feel like that’d make her more irresistible to Alucard. Please and thank you!

I'm afraid I can't help you, friend. Yandere just isn't for me so I don't have any thoughts on it that you would be looking for. I have some non-yandere thoughts your character's blood type regarding Alucard. Nothing spicy, I'm afraid.

But my thoughts on certain blood types being irresistible to Alucard are that he obviously can't smell it within, what would you guess the distance from which he shot her, 10 meters? He had to ask Seras if she was a virgin, so he isn't able to detect virgin blood and I don't think he would be able to smell blood type, either. So he wouldn't know until he tasted it.

Which leads me to this: I do think AB- is to vampires what truffles are to humans. Virgin AB- blood would be a delicacy. A little goes a long way for their appetite, but we see him binge eating so I prefer a middle ground where he is content with a small amount, but would probably gorge on it if he had it in abundance. I don't imagine he's been able to have AB- since he was switched to the ethical diet when blood banks came about in the 30's. Christ, I'm going to have to start specifying the century if I live 20 more years. But "irresistible" has the potential to be a very strong word when we apply it to a creature such as Alucard, who could basically get anything he wants if he wants it bad enough. I don't think there's anything the world can give him that he couldn't go without if it would cost him his disturbed sense of dignity.

[ghostprince-rule]

Atticus still didn’t understand sign language well, however judging by Ryu face it had to concern his current sensitive state. “My nose isn’t as sharp as you all. When someone goes into heat does have like a certain smell or can you just tell by the way someone act for example” Atticus said seeing how Alucard knew and the captain knew even though he wasn’t in the room when it started.

Atticus sighed as he tried a little target practice with a gun. He had been encouraged to try it out but it wasn’t exactly his thing. “ how does he make it look so easy…….plus he said he help me practice” He sighed thinking of a certain vampire as he tried another shot. “ this is easier with my powers” he mumbled.

The darker being was watching him chuckling darkly he fired 3 round from his massive pistol hitting all 3 targets with such force they shattered.

“It takes time and patience~” he purred from behind the smaller male

[fenixburnedarchived2]

i have to indulge myself in sending this but try + alucard BGHWTBHGDFH

MAKE ME TRY NEW CHARACTERS | @astravaris​

His legs are shaky and his heart hammers loudly in his chest from the sensation of Rhy’s touch and their lips meeting. Still caught up in the pleasant memory, the captain almost collides with someone on the stairs and recognition hits him like a punch to the guts. Perhaps after everything it has been a mistake to come here and see the prince, but against his better judgement Alucard hadn’t been able to resists in the end. And perhaps suddenly facing Kell of all people is a proper punishment for this insolence. 

“Master Kell. What an unexpected pleasure, running into you here.” He manages a smile, putting on the mask of nonchalance with ease.  “I don't see how it's unexpected, as I live here. What is unexpected is running into you, since I thought I made myself quite clear the last time we met.”, the Antari snarls. Clearly neither he nor his dislike for Alucard have changed in the slightest. Not that he’d truly assumed otherwise. “Quite.” Now Alucard’s voice mirrors Kell’s, just as biting. The last three years have taught him to stand his ground and he doesn’t intend to back down as easily as he once had.  “Then what were you doing in my brother's chambers?” Laughter bubbles up in his throat, though Alucard controls himself and merely raises an eyebrow. “Do you want a detailed account? Or will a summary suffice?” Oh a part of him would love to give Kell the details and watch his face, though the rest remembers all too well where this could get him. “Why are you here?” At least there’s a good explanation for that. “I'm sure you've heard. I'm competing in the Essen Tasch. As such I was invited to the royal palace for the Banner Night.” A weak excuse, they both know that, but it has served him well enough so far. “Which is happening downstairs, not in the prince's room. Are you lost?" Before Alucard can answer, Kell cuts in, adressing the guard he has barely even noticed until now. "Tolners. Escort Master Emery to the Rose Hall. Make sure he doesn't wander.” Letting the wind loose for just an instant feels so good and Alucard wishes he could unleash it on the royal instead of innocent Tolners, as fruitless as that attempt might be. “I'm sure I can find my way.” Fed up with this conversation, Alucard passes Kell to leave, though the other man catches his arm.  “Do you remember what I told you before banishing you from this city?” The words are cold as the prison cell he’d been thrown into.  “Vaguely. Your threats all seem to run together.” A blatant lie. Alucard remembers every single word, just as everything else about the events three years prior. The handcuffs, the smell of singed skin, the devastation ... Perhaps he’s truly been a fool to come back. “I said. That if you break my brother's heart  a second time, I will cut yours out. I stand by that promise, Alucard.” I never wanted to break his heart and I still don’t. He almost screams it, but he knows even then it wouldn’t reach Kell. There’s no use in opening up to him, so instead the captain builds the walls higher. “Still fond of growling, aren't you, Kell? Ever the loyal dog, nipping at heels. Maybe one day you'll actually bite.” With that he moves, quickly making his way down to the Rose Hall. Only one deep breath, before he straightens his shoulders and wills his mouth into the most dazzling smile, once again only the captain of the Night Spire. Hopefully a few drinks will make him forget all about this encounter and the past London continues to evoke. 

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Days 98, 99, and 100 (hey-oh!)

of @the-wip-project‘s 100 Days of Writing

Omg...I can’t believe I made it (minus the days I didn’t do any writing...but shhhhh...even on the days I didn’t write, I’m sure I at least thought about writing...so that counts, right?)!

Final Writing Update/Reflections/Whathaveyou

This week so far, I’ve finished the fifth/last chapter of Drinking Buddies (Castlevania, Trevor & Greta, and Alucard and Sypha!) and posted it, and then I posted the second/middle chapter of Together Into the Abyss (Dragon Age, Stroud/Loghain), so I’m feeling quite productive here at the end! I should probably take a break from writing to catch up on some of the reading I’ve been meaning to get to (I’ve got @hermiowngranger’s hawkebela fic, False Dice, open in my tabs, and a couple chapters of @serial-chillr‘s The Well to catch up on, just to name a couple of the things I’ve been meaning to read...!), but I’m still kinda feeling the writing vibe, so I’ll probably be working on updating more of my WIPs until I completely run out of steam.

And since it’s still Wednesday (and I got tagged by @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @hermiowngranger, @musetta3, @noire-pandora​, @cleverblackcat​, and @genginger​...thank you all!!! And tagbacksies!), here’s a fun thing to end with...(oh, did you know it’s Star Trek Day?! 55 years of willful hope in humanity’s future...shut up I’m not crying at all these retrospectives and interviews and tweets about what Trek means to people...). Anyway, an excerpt from my Star Trek x Dragon Age crossover, Stowaway, that I am always working on at a snail’s pace...:

“I’m Anders, the ship’s healer.” He extends a hand which she grasps firmly.

She’s no stranger to human handshakes, and she’s actually somewhat relieved to find something familiar. “I’m Jadzia.” 

“May I?” He motions toward the cut on her forehead and she nods, curious, given what she’s seen so far of this ship and these people, about what kind of rudimentary treatment he has in mind.

Anders bends down to look more closely at her wound, wiping away the dried blood with a rag he pulls from his pocket. “Alright if I use magic? I’m Circle-trained, but I’ve learned a bit more since I…” He suddenly eyes her combadge suspiciously, and then looks up at Isabela, who shakes her head quickly. “Since I left,” he finishes more defiantly.

Jadzia supposes she’s meant to react somehow to this, but she is busy trying not to laugh. Magic? Oh, this is going to be even more interesting than she thought! “Whatever you think is best!”

She braces herself for some mysterious chanting or some herbs or some kind of sleight of hand. But instead, a raw, green-tinged energy begins to emit in concentrated waves from his fingertips. It lacks the discipline and structure of the directed rays of their phasers or a dermal regenerator, but it feels similarly warm as he directs it toward the wound. There’s none of the hermetic, acrid smell of the medical lasers, but it feels as though the busted skin on her forehead is actually...stitching itself back together?

“Does it hurt?” he asks, as he glances down and notices her odd expression, not of pain (one doesn’t ingratiate themselves to the Klingons without a high tolerance for physical pain), but because she’s been staring directly at his finger in utter fascination and nearly gone cross-eyed.

“No. But I think I may be concussed...does your magic fix internal head trauma, too?” Now she’s really pressing her luck, she thinks.

Anders grins like a child on Feastday, and pulls his hand away from her forehead. “Not my magic, not by itself, but with a little bit of assistance…” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Oh, here we go,” she hears the ship’s captain groan behind her. “Always a show-off…”

When he re-opens them, his eyes are glowing with an intense white-blue light and the expression of excited delight he’d had just a moment ago has been replaced by one of vague determination. He reaches both hands around the back of her head and pulls her toward him, pressing his forehead against hers.

“YOUR SOUL IS NOT ALONE,” booms an otherworldly voice.

[thirstyforlulu]

Can we please get some fluff of Alucard, Anderson, & the Captain brushing their S/O’s hair for them.

Alucard:

He loves having his hair brushed or played with

It makes him relax completely after a long day

He’d be more than happy to return the favor for you

He’s super gentle, even if you aren’t tender headed

Heck he might even get a special no tangle brush just because he’d hate to hurt you

You make any sort of noise or sudden movement and he’s checking on you

“Was I too rough?”

He’s love to have you lean against him as he brushes your hair

It’d be such a close tender moment, one he’d treasure

Occasionally he’ll give you a small braid on the side

It’s a little loose, but still cute

He’ll tuck it behind your ear and give you a kiss on the forehead before he too leans back to rest

Anderson:

Be patient with him

He likes keeping his hair short so he hasn’t done a lot of brushing in his life

That combined with his heavy hands can lead to a nail biting first experience

But give him time and a little instruction and he’ll be fantastic

The feeling of your hair between his fingers mesmerizes him

Before he notices it you two have been sitting there for an hour

He likes to sit on a chair while you sit on the floor in front of it

You can rest your head while he gets to enjoy your hair

It relaxes him to the point where he’s fallen asleep with the brush still in hand

He loves to add flowers

They look so pretty in your hair he can’t resist

The Captain:

He’s used to taking care of people which in the past has included brushing hair

He’s more excited to brush yours tho, it’s not a chore like it had been

When he’s brushing your hair he likes to have you sit on the bed or couch next to him

Each brush is so gentle, you hardly notice as each knot is handled

He loves how he can smell your hair as he brushes it

Not in a creepy way, brushing it just brings out the smell of your shampoo

It’s a familiar scent to him and being surrounded by it puts him at ease

He’ll gladly brush as long as you like

Only stoping when you tell him to or when you fall asleep

Then he’ll tuck you in and lay beside you, finding himself growing tired

[duhragonball]

Hellsing Liveblog Ch. 57-61

This is the “Wizardry” arc. 

I don’t know why it just now occurred to me, but there’s more than a hint of the Joker in the Major’s character.   He’s always grinning, and now we have him dancing on a blimp while enemy helicopters are firing on him.

The Doctor shits a brick over this, because the arrival of the Vatican’s 9th Crusade force is the first serious resistance that Millennium has encountered since they invaded London.   He begs the Major to come back inside and move their airship to safety, but the Major is too preoccupied with dancing like a goofball.   Up to this point, the audience must have been eager to see someone take a poke at the Major.  I know I was, if only to see what sort of powers he had.   I mean, he hasn’t aged a day, but he doesn’t seem to be a vampire, so what’s his deal?

But before we can find out, the helicopter that was about to shoot him gets torn apart by magic wires.   Wait... that sounds like...

DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNNNN! 

Yeah, Walter’s switched sides.   He’s also younger-looking too, so this must be what Schrodinger was talking about when he told Zorin that the Major and Doctor had a new “toy”.   They were too busy turning him into a vampire to bother punishing Zorin for disobeying orders.   In the previous chapter, the Major asked about using Walter (without mentioning him by name), and the Doc said something about the rushed nature of the job.    Presumably, the Doctor was doing the artificial vampire treatment on Walter all through the night, while Seras and the Wild Geese were defending the mansion. 

What I’ve never been sure of is whether this was a spur-of-the-moment decision, or if Millennium approached Walter a long time ago, and Walter’s been their mole in Hellsing throughout this entire story.   The Major’s line here seems to suggest this was a long-term plan.    “I had already decided half a century ago.   The Death’s Head [the Nazi SS skull insignia] is a fitting match for the Angel of Death [Walter’s old Hellsing codename].”

But that could just mean the Major thought of the idea way back then.   He saw Walter and Alucard wrecking all his stuff in World War II and thought “This kid would be a good recruit someday!” But when did he make the pitch?   Was it last night?    Before the Valentines’ attack?   Before Arthur Hellsing’s death?   Before the end of the war?

I think it’s reasonable to assume that Walter was on board at least before he parted ways with Integra back in Chapter 39.  The Captain suddenly showed up, and he told Integra to take the car and flee, because he wasn’t sure he could defeat the Captain and he didn’t want her around in case he failed.   But it’s much more likely that he only said this to keep her from finding out that he had a rendezvous with the Major, who arrived soon after.   

Now that I think about it, this may be the only reason the Major sent his troops to capture Integra.   He wasn’t particularly concerned about her, but he knew Walter would be with her, and he wanted to get him to the Doctor as quickly as possible.   This may also be why he ordered Zorin Blitz to hold off on attacking the Hellsing mansion.  If Walter had been inside, Zorin wouldn’t have known about his allegiance, and it’s very likely that one might have killed the other.  

Actually, yeah, this is why the Major fired those rockets on the Hellsing mansion in the first place.   If Walter was there, he would know the attack was coming, and use the attack to cover his departure. Then Zorin probably would have been ordered to give him a lift back to the Doctor.  But Walter wasn’t home, and Zorin didn’t wait for orders, and Seras turned out to be much too powerful for her.  

Wow, this is like peeling an onion.  That must be what the Major meant when he chided Zorin for costing him “precious soldiers.”    Her reckless tactics got her and her company killed, but she might have also wrecked his plans to extract Walter, and it’s only a matter of luck that he happened to be at the naval base instead of the mansion. And we know that Zorin knew nothing about Walter, because Schrodinger only hinted about him without mentioning his name.   If Zorin had known, he would have just said “Yeah, we’re turning Walter into a vampire right now, no thanks to you.”

Anyway, Walter’s betrayal fascinates me, but also fuck you, Walter, you traitorous piece of shit.

Speaking of treachery, the 9th Crusaders are busy shooting the shit out of London, killing anything that survived the previous night.    Millennium is a threat, sure, but Maxwell sees this as an opportunity to conquer England for the Catholic church.    I’m not really sure “conquer” is meant literally.   I think it’s more like, Hellsing and the Iscariot Organization have some treaty, and I think that treaty applies to their respective governments as well, but the civilian governments might know nothing about it.    Maybe?  

What I’m saying is that I think this 9th Crusade is supposed to end with the overthrow of the Anglican Church in the United Kingdom, with a new Catholic-leaning regime in its place, so that the Pope would have the same influence over the U.K. that he apparently has over continental Europe.   

In that sense, I’m pretty sure Hellsing’s version of John Paul II didn’t order Maxwell to gun down civilians and shout “Die did die die!” over a loudspeaker.   He may not have been terribly worried about Protestant casualties, but there’s plenty of Catholics living in London, after all.    Maxwell doesn’t seem to care, and I think it’s clear that he’s exceeding his mandate.   

And Alexander Anderson knows it.   I think the whole Catholic contingent in this story knows that Maxwell’s gone too far, but Anderson’s the only one honest enough to say it out loud.    Anderson’s group is still escorting Integra home when the 9th Crusade attacks, and Integra accuses Maxwell of betraying her, but Anderson remarks that such backstabbing is typical in war.    So it’s not Maxwell’s duplicity that offends him, it’s the way he’s going about it.   When Anderson kills people, he’s doing it to serve God, and God alone.   Maxwell’s not serving God at all.

“All you’re serving is his power!!” Anderson says.    By “his” does Anderson mean Satan?  Millennium?  Mars, the god of war?   Maybe all three, or maybe it doesn’t matter.   I always thought Maxwell was serving his own power, but the point is that he’s not doing God’s will by any stretch of the imagination.

But the others still respect the chain of command.  Archbishop Maxwell is in charge of the 9th Crusade and the Iscariot Organization, and Heinkel reminds Anderson that they were ordered to capture Sir Integra, not escort her home.    So they all draw their guns on Integra, resulting in the most Integra panel ever.

Then Seras shows up and beats all their asses.   Yeaaaaahhhhh!   Seras, you’re doing amazing, sweetie!

Everyone’s like “Oh shit, it’s Seras Victoria!” like they’re gonna try to fight her, but Anderson can tell that Seras is now way out of their league.   Remember, this group of Iscariots fought some Millennium troops and half of them were killed.   Seras tore through about as many Milennium troops without much hassle at all, and that was before she drank Pip’s blood.

And Anderson spares some words of praise for his foe.   I guess this is like the owner of a Ford truck exchanging compliments with the owner of a Chevy truck.    “You’re a rat bastard, Chevy man,” he says, “but those are some fine Truck Nutz” you have dangling from your tow hitch.”  They’re never gonna be pals, but real recognizes real.

Also, I just think Seras looks super extra-cool in this moment.  Anderson kind of treated her like a joke before, but now he sees her as a peer.   She looks so dark and haunted now, and at the same time she’s more comfortable and sure of herself than we’ve ever seen her.    Seras never set out to become a vampire, but she’s still found herself on this path.  It’s scary and beautiful at the same time.

But never MIND that SHIT, here comes...

No, not Maxwell, Alucard is returning!  I just used this page because Maxwell’s reaction to the news is more interesting than gloomy images of a ruined carrier drifting up the Thames river.   

There’s a moment in the Hellsing Ultimate anime, right after Seras and Anderson turn to look, where she’s got this big grin on her face, and she goes “I can feel it.   He’s returning.”  It’s not in the manga, maybe because it’s not that important, but I’m a sucker for any Seras content, and I love that moment because she can sense Alucard at a distance now, and it’s a very pleasant experience.   For Seras, I mean.  I suspect it’s actually a very bonechilling, bloodcurdling sensation, but Seras has gone Full Goth, so she digs that sort of thing now.  

I don’t know how the hell Anderson can sense Alucard, though.   Maybe being a Regenerator gave him super smelling powers, like Wolverine.  

And even the Major is pleased, because now we finally have all the major players in the same city.   Not sure why the Captain rates an appearance here, when he never says a word, but we’ll run with it. 

So, up to now, we’ve had these 9th Crusaders lined up against Millennium soldiers, each cosplaying as troops from old wars.  I guess Millennium’s SS uniforms have hint of legitimacy to them, as these guys really were part of the SS back in World War II, before they became vampires.  But the point stands, they’re walking anachronisms and they know it.  

But then Alucard jumps in between them, practically giddy for a chance to participate in this war.   Not to be outdone, Anderson and the Captain perform similar Iron Man landings on the same street.   When I watched the OVA, this was about the point I started to wonder if I had missed something about the Captain, because this story has been hinting that he’s like Millennium’s strongest guy, and somehow on par with Anderson and Alucard, even though he hasn’t said anything or done anything this entire time.   This would be like if Superman and Goku squared off in the middle of London, and then some rando OC from DeviantArt walked up to join them.   Like, we know Al and we know Andy, but who the hell is this dude?   I don’t care if he can hang with these two, they should have established that earlier.

Al asks for orders, and Integra makes this big production out of “Kill everybody with a racist uniform and a funny accent.”   Okay, fine, but this is a lot of bad guys.   How is even Alucard supposed to take them all down?  And this leads us to Control Art Restriction Level Zero.

I’m just gonna cut to the chase, because this post is running long enough already.  Al used “Level 1″ to make short work of Luke Valentine and Rip van Winkle, and maybe Dandyman as well, I’m not sure.   Recall that nothing could stop Alucard on the H.M.S. Eagle.   The Blackbird crash, the Millennium soldiers, Rip’s magic bullets, none of it.   So he activates “Level 0″, which ought to be even more gonzo overpowered, and starts reciting this alchemical poem which I really out to cover in some other post, and all the bad guys panic and start attacking him. 

To all the smartasses who say “Well why don’t the bad guys attack them during the transformation?” there you go.   AGAIN.   This sort of thing happens a lot more than you’d think, and it never works, because anime/manga creators are more self-aware than you’d think.   It never works, because if it did, then it wouldn’t be “attacking a character in mid-transformation”.  It would just be “killing a guy before he could do his big move.”  So when a character does a big climactic thing like this, there’s really only two options.   1) Have the other characters stand back and watch, or 2) have them TRY to stop it, only to fail, because it’s too late for that.

Anyway, I’m skipping all of that and just showing the end result of Alucard’s power-up.   The bad guys tear his body apart, but it doesnt’ matter because that never worked on him before, and then all these undead men crawl out of the black ether that seems to make up Al’s body.   Just a veritable flood of humans, all washing out of him like a tide of death.  

Anderson starts to figure it out when he recognizes some of the uniforms on these creatures.   And if that’s not enough, Integra explains it for Seras.   When vampires drink blood, they absorb the very essence of the living being who contained it.    “To suck blood is to make the whole existence of a life one’s own.” That’s why Zorin saw Pip’s memories when she tried to read Seras’ mind.   By drinking Pip’s blood, Seras has taken on Pip’s soul as well.   But that’s just one guy.   Alucard’s been drinking blood for over 500 years.   And each one he consumes becomes another soul in his personal army.   

I’m going to guess that Alucard didn’t always have the ability to manifest all of his victims as familiars like this.   Otherwise, how in the hell was Abraham van Helsing able to subdue him a century earlier?   The Hellsing family did stuff to enhance and improve Alucard’s powers, so maybe this was one of them.  They gave him the means to weaponize all of his victims’ souls, for use in large scale battles like this one. 

And I think this might be why Seras is trembling in this scene, because she knows that this ability was passed down to her when Alucard turned her into a vampire.   Or maybe, she’s realizing that she’s got something in common with all of those dead people in Al’s army.   Alucard made her a vampire, sure, but he still drank her blood, so doesn’t that mean there’s a Seras Victoria creature down there, standing alongside all the Janissaries, Wallachians, and everyone else Alucard has consumed?

Something I picked up on was that this is what all of those eyes in Alucard’s design are supposed to represent.   When he used Level 1 you’d see all these eyes staring out from the shadows, and now Level 0 has brought out all these dead people, like they’re the ones the eyes belong to.  Although, most of them don’t actually have eyes, just smoke trailing from their eye sockets.   So maybe that’s symbolic as well.  

There’s also horses in this mess, and that makes me wonder if Alucard drank the horses’ blood along with the riders. Anyway, Archbishop Maxwell observes all of this from his Popemobile and finally confronts the elephant in the room: Alucard is Dracula, like the Dracula.  I don’t think it was ever meant to be a secret, but Kouta Hirano’s been dancing around it this whole time, without ever spelling it out, and now he’s finally spelling it out.  

I think the only one who might not know is Seras?   Someone might have filled her in off-panel, or maybe she figured it out, since it’s not exactly hard, but I don’t know.

So yeah, somewhere in this arc, they do a headcount of all three sides of this thing.  Millennium has “572″ soldiers left, and the 9th Crusade has “2875″, while Hellsing, of course, is down to just 3.  But Alucard has more than evened the playing field, since he can do this trick and spawn an invincible army.   I’m more confused how Millennium lost 428 guys in one night.   Seras killed a lot of them, but not that many. Sir Penwood got some and Anderson killed a bunch of them, but not hundreds of them.  The Crusaders could have taken out that many, but they haven’t been here very long.  

But yeah, they try to form a Phalanx to hold off Alucard’s forces, and it does not work at all.    You can’t kill these things because they’re already dead. right?  I mean, maybe the Crusaders have holy weapons that can destroy these things, but there’s just too many of them.    And the Millennium troops don’t even have holy weapons, so they’re completely fucked.

But what about the helicopters?  Well, Alucard drank the blood of Dandyman and Rip Van Winkle too, and their powers are now a part of him, which makes quick work of nearby aircraft.    I like how these two look the same as before, but they never say a word.   I think they’re the only ones with normal eyes, although Alucard’s shadow tentrils are still fused with their bodies.  

The Crusaders’ battle lines are broken, and they beg for Maxwell to order a retreat before they’re all slaughtered.   But Maxwell refuses to give up.  He’s drunk on his new power, and so he can’t accept that he’s been one-upped so easily.   Then the helicopter carrying his Popetruck gets destroyed, and he somehow crashes without getting hurt.

And now he’s got a front-row seat to the same hell his troops are experiencing, but he still gloats, because somehow Alucard’s soldiers can’t get through the glass.    He refers to “tektite” reinforcement, and that’s dumb because Tektites are just an enemy in the Legend of Zelda.   I’m onto your ass, Hirano. 

But then Anderson throws a knife at the glass, and that breaks it, so maybe it was magic glass that only a blessed weapon could pierce?    All that really matters is that Anderson has finally turned on Maxwell, and Maxwell is doomed.

Alucard’s dead warriors hoist him up on pikes, fitting for Vlad the Impaler, and Maxwell realizes that he’s going to die alone in a foreign land.   The moral is: Don’t start none, won’t be none.

Then this happens, and I’m pretty sure Dark Horse Comics goofed when they scanned this manga for the digital edition.  I’d contact them to complain, but they don’t even sell Hellsing anymore because they lost the license years ago.   I don’t think a lot of stuff happened on Pages 62-63 of Volume 8 of the Hellsing manga, but I can’t tell.  I’m guessing just Maxwell finally succumbing to his injuries while Anderson pontificates about why he had to do it to him.   And really, Anderson hardly needs to explain his actions in this case.   Maxwell sucked.

Moving on, Anderson contacts all Vatican forces and tells them to withdraw.   They can’t beat Alucard, Maxwell is dead, and there’s nothing more they can do here.  However, Anderson chooses to stay behind and take on Alucard.  

This is Anderson’s reasoning: By releasing all of Alucard’s stolen lives to fight as his army, Alucard has left his person vulnerable to attack.  So Andy thinks that if he gets close enough to Alucard, he can finally have a chance to defeat him.   If he’s right, this might be his only chance to try.   

Anderson further speculates that this may have been the Major’s plan from the beginning.   Invade London, force Alucard to use this Level 0 ability, all to leave Alucard vulnerable to assassination.   Perhaps the Major was even counting on Anderson to see this opening and take it.  

More to the point, I think Anderson kind of has to fight Alucard because it’s the only way his people can escape London.  Integra’s orders were clear: None of these invaders leaves the island alive.    Alucard would continue hunting down the Crusaders whether they retreat or fight back, so some force has to stay and keep them occupied to save the rest.  

Anyway, now we get to the actual part with this scene, where Alucard kneels before his master and she welcomes him back.   It’s pretty satisfying to see all these butthole soldiers finally get what’s coming to them.   

I’m just gonna put up the entire reunion moment because it’s so sweet.   Interesting how Seras sort of reverts to her old self when Alucard returns.    For all that badass power she gained from drinking Pip, she’s still uneasy around Alucard.   But he missed her and I think that look on his face tells the whole story.    He of all people can tell that Seras has finally taken the fateful step to becoming a “true vampire”. 

I do think it’s kind of interesting how Seras continues to address Alucard as “Master”.   He promised her way back in Volume 1 that she’d no longer be a servant if she drank blood of her own free will, but maybe it’s more complicated than that.    Or, perhaps she still calls him “Master” out of respect, rather than any sort of blood bond or whatever you want to call it.   It’s like how Anakin continued to call Obi-Wan “Master” in “Revenge of the Sith”, even though he had been promoted to Jedi Knight.   The relationship is still there, even if it’s no longer official.  

I’m a big, dumb Seras fanboy, so you’d better believe I think about this sort of thing a lot.   I’m not real crazy about Alucard/Seras shipping, although I do sort of get it.   I’m really not interested in Seras in some freaky-deaky sex kind of way.    Take the D/s stuff to the Alucard/Integra room where it belongs.   No, there’s something very wholesome between Alucard and Seras, and I could talk about it all damn day.    And why not?  It’s my blog, and I’ve got the time.    So let’s start with--

Um, excuse you?!  

Okay, so Anderson isn’t waiting around to take on Alucard, so I guess we’re doing this now.

And whether or not the Major planned for this to happen, he certainly approves...

[purplebass]

Velvet // Kelila

Part II of my Kelila fic Jade. You can read it as a standalone, but I suggest you also read the first part if you like Kell and Lila? I would be happy! 💜

Couple: Kelila, Kell Maresh and Lila Bard Fandom: Shades of Magic Rating: T Words: 1,354

Ch 1:  JADE ;  Ch 2:  VELVET ; Ch 3: ANCHOR ; Ch 4: THUNDER ; Ch 5: FEAST ; EPILOGUE

Lila hadn’t seen Kell for more than a few minutes a day for two days in a row. Had it been the past version of herself, the one who lived in Grey London, she wouldn’t have noticed this. She would have shrugged and moved on with her life, looking for her next adventure. But Lila was aware that she had changed. That, despite she felt the same Lila she used to be, she was not. She was inebriated by a different push, a different smell. Magic, yes, but also… affection. She missed Kell, but she had come to the point where the feeling wasn’t alien to her person anymore.

She fixed her outfit and looked at herself in the mirror, thinking about him. Where are you, she mulled over in her head, then grabbed her mask and left the room. She knew that he would eventually come, even if she was hating him a bit for leaving her to mingle with royals on her own.

“There you are, Bard,” Alucard said from the doorway of the ballroom. He wore a purple ensemble and a lot of golden rings. “Alone?” he added, seeing the empty space besides her. “He’s missing a lot,” he continued, checking Lila’s outfit. She glared at him.

The ball was already in full swing, but Lila had taken her time. Wait, no. That would be lying. It was true that she had slowed down getting ready for the event, but it had a purpose. She did it in the hopes that Kell would show himself at their bedroom’s door at some point, which, she realized with annoyance in the span of half an hour, he did not.

“What? Don’t you see my ghost boyfriend? I’m sorry for you. Anyway, I’ll introduce you to him.”

Alucard frowned and glanced at the room behind his back. “Is he not here yet?”

“Who?” Lila demanded, trying to make it seem as if she wasn’t indeed waiting for someone to come.

“My cat, Bard. My cat. By the way, want me to walk you in?” he proposed.

“No, thanks. I have a dignity to maintain, Captain,” she joked. Those were the dynamics between them. She knew that he wouldn’t feel offended but she also knew that he could see through the cracks.

Alucard didn’t seem convinced, but he eventually let go and left her alone at the entrance. Lila felt strange that there was no one lingering outside of the ballroom with a drink, but since the party had started one hour before, everyone must already be dancing in the room. There was a mirror on the left side of the wooden doors. She still had her mask in her hands, and she proceeded to wear it. It matched her outfit, but it was also her. Even if she hadn’t been the one to choose it.

Lila noticed the room was not filled to the brim like other times. She could understand from where the guests might come, since they wore different clothes than the fashion trend in Arnes. She had always been interested in people, and being able to see them from behind a mask without risking to feel out of place was great. Not that Lila minded, but in the past, she would be too dressed down for this occasion. She spotted king Rhy sipping champagne with two old men. She didn’t know who they were nor cared to know, as she went for the balcony on the furthest side of the room. She hadn’t stayed five minutes inside but she already needed to breathe fresh air.

She was glad it was empty, but who would have dared to stay outside in the cold? Oh, yes. Her. The cold air of the night hit her face but it wasn’t bad at all. On the other hand, she welcomed the breeze because the ballroom was full of warmth, and she thought she would suffocate had she stayed. She put her hands on the marble balustrade of the royal palace, and closed her eyes. Two hands tried to circle her waist but she elbowed the unfortunate person in the ribs and heard a yelp.

“Kell?”

Kell’s body was slightly bent and he held his stomach with both hands, his face contorted by pain. After a few seconds of grunting, he raised his chin and meet her eyes. “At your service.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, and put a hand on his arm. “I didn’t mean to, but – “

“I should have announced myself instead of surprising you, I know,” he replied sullenly.

Lila tilted her head. “Yes, you should have. But I should also remember your scent, so let’s say the fault is no one’s?”

“If you say so,” he agreed, grinning at her. He couldn’t help but close the distance between each other by lowering his head to place a not so chaste kiss on her mouth. Lila’s hand moved behind his neck, and his did the same. She moved closer so there was no space separating them. When it was over and they were both breathless, she laughed.

“Something funny?”

“I’ve just had a mental image of the last time we were here,” Lila confessed, smirking, recognizing the same glint in Kell’s eyes.

“That’s the first thing I thought when I found you here,” he revealed, caressing her cheek gently.

“It was too crowded in there. Too many rich people, no possibility to steal anything.”

“You seem sad that you can’t steal”.

“But this didn’t stop me from pocketing you,” she winked at him, then produced a small velvet bag. She noticed the change in Kell’s face when she showed him the small thing. It wasn’t heavy, and she wondered what was inside, but he snatched it from her before she could look. “Easy, there,” she protested. “I was kidding, Kell. No need to get antsy.”

Kell sighed and looked away. “It’s a surprise, okay?”

“For who? Me?”

He raised his eyebrows and took her hand. “For one so clever, you’re clueless sometimes, Lila.”

Clueless? Had he even heard himself? She pouted and crossed her arms on her chest. She knew she looked like a child, but she didn’t care. “Look who is talking.”

They stared at each other for a good portion of time until he spoke again. “I’m sorry for being late,” he said.

“You were so late that you didn’t even fix your shirt,” she noticed, then she closed the last two buttons of his white crisp shirt. “And your hair is a mess,” she continued, trying to brush his wild hair with her hand. Kell never stopped watching her when she did all of these things. When Lila met his eyes again, he was grinning widely. “You look pleased.”

“You decided to wear it in the end.”

She glanced at the red velvet dress she was wearing and then gazed back at him. “I didn’t have anything better to wear.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes, is that so, Kell. If you’ve looked around, this is a masked party. With royals,” she air quoted at the last word. “I couldn’t wear my pirate gear.”

“Lila Bard,” he started, maintaining eye contact with her. “If I realized one thing about you after all these months, it’s that you don’t let anything stop you.”

“You do have a point,” she winked, squeezing his hand.

“I also have another gift,” he announced merrily. “But it’s not here. Follow me.”

She didn’t have the time to say yes or no, because he dragged her inside and then again out of the palace. She didn’t know where they were going, but she didn’t care. She wanted to spend time with him since she hadn’t seen him much, and she didn’t mind where. She would go anywhere with him, and the thought of him gifting her more things excited her and made her anxious at the same time. Because no one had ever done that. No one had ever taken care of her, and Kell did like it was the most natural thing in the world. And she relished that. It felt comforting to feel loved.

[qserasera]

did i like castlevania season 3?? idk idk dude (some spoilers to follow)

there were things i liked! some funny comedic moment’s, trevor’s voice acting, some of the neat action scenes, alucard’s lovingly animated hair full of sparkles, the iconic toilet paper exchange

but like

on the other hand, the plot seemed like a d&d campaign that had too many party members split up in too many directions, so the coherency crumbled a bit??? isaac was going on the most boring murder-roadtrip of his life (and look i don’t strongly oppose following a neutral evil character around, but if you’re not aiming to slowly become a better person/fighting against your own antagonist u could try being evil with some sort of motivation?? some kind of endgoal??? where is the style?? the panache???? the mini-episode with the boat captain was good though), the hector and lenore storyline was interesting for like, two episodes (psychological mind games and bargaining!!), and then dragged on and went into some weird places (i did cackle internally when the line ‘you smell like jasmine and wine’ came out though it was too reminiscent of the early ff net fics i read), carmilla and her castle council kind of swanned around talking about their plans without as much momentum going forward that i expected, trevor and sypha were trying to solve a mystery but we got no real concrete answers on why saint german wanted to go into the infinite corridor of clubbing lights (some of the shots in there looked very magica madoka somehow, we could have at least have some nostalgic flashbacks from him talking to his ‘dear person’ that he was trying to find), and the final fight in the end of the season seemed like a let-down?? also why make alucard sadder was that necessary???? i don’t mind characters having to go through blood and suffering, but at the end of it im expecting them to either get a couple answers or get some kind of stronger emotional resolution/emotional bonds at least 

i mean, i watched all of it so who can tell if i really enjoyed it or not :’’))

[greeneyedaquarius]

Tagged by @theporgsyourelookingfor lol this was actually one of the first posts I saw on my feed from you. Thanks for the tag!

So you answer 20 questions, then tag 20 followers that you want to get to know better.

1) Name: Valentina

2) Nicknames: Val, Tina, TeePee, T-money, Miranda, Matilda, Kanada

3) Height: 5'9 or 175m

4) Orientation: Hetero

5) Nationality: Croatian

6) Favorite Fruit: Watermelon, strawberry, red apples.

7) Favorite Season: Spring/Summer. Fall is tolerated. I hate winter with a passion though.

8) Favorite Flower: Lilacs.

9) Favorite Scent: Rain, burning wood, like a fireplace, lilac, rose, smell of canvas, leather, strong coffee and paints (reminds me of my grandfather)

10) Favorite Color: It varies in shades tbh. Emeralg greens, silver, reds, oranges, lilacs, blues and deep purple. Sometimes pink.

11) Favorite Animal: Pfft. Again with the narrowing of favourites.

Marine creatures: Dolphins and octopi. And cuttlefish. Especially the flamboyant cuttlefish.

Predator birds: Hawks, owls, ravens, falcons and crows.

Other birds: hummingbirds, peacocks, larks, swans

Dogs, cats, horses, butterflies...

12) Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea, like a fancy motherfucker.

13) Average Sleep Hours: I mean...it varies. Between 5-10 hrs total I guess. On a good day.

14) Dog or Cat Person: Cats. I love dogs, but cats are life. I have 2 as well but only one of them is constantly mentioned in every single moment of conversation. And that is the fuckeriest of fuckery cats which is Presley. This adorable, evil little bastard black cat of mine that just causes me so much grief with his antics. Should've named him Peeves, or Puck. OR LOKI CUZ HE IS IN THE TRUEST SENSE A LITTLE FUCKER. Nothing will send me in such a rage like Presley.

15) Favorite Fictional Character: How do you expect me to CHOOSE ONLY ONE THOUGH?! Ugh. Um. Kylo, Poe, K820, Captain Levi, The Titan researcher chick (I can't remember her name) Mito Mikumi (called Nikumi by Souma in Food Wars) Actually pretty much Everyone in Food Wars, Hisoka (he is bae), Killua, Cullen Rutherford (also bae), Solas (he broke my heart but damn it I still love him), the Iron Bull (Freddie Prince Jr's voice is just delicious), Dorian, Varrick Tethras, Richard Castle, Wash, Jayne, Alucard, Alexander Hami- sorry, Anderson, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Rogue (from the cartoon), Wolverine, Gambit (again, cartoon, not that abomination in Origins), Caleb Brewster (from Turned) Roger (Swan Princess), pretty much everyone from Princess Bride, most of the Gotei 13 captains from Bleach (yes even Aizen), and Sapphira from the Eragon book series cuz she's so hilarious when the chapters are in her POV. I have more but that would be a giant list. I have a separate list for villains, like Disney and others. But that would take forever to type out.

16) Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 1? I've got a space heater in my bedroom so I don't need more than my comforter, really.

17) Dream Trip: Pfft. Like.. Everywhere. Kyoto and Tokyo (Japan), Barcelona (Spain), Finland, Ireland, Norway, Kenya, Austria, Sweden, Switzerland, most of southern USA, France, Romania, Italy, Egypt, Russia, China, South Korea (and if NK ever opens, would be nice to go), Cuba, Jamaica, England... I could go on but... That's a long list.

18) Blog Created: Gods, I have no idea. Um... Like... 8-9 years ago? Probably longer, like when Tumblr became super popular in the start.

19) Number of Followers: No idea.

20) Random Fact: Anime is trash and so am I. I also sound like a Valley Girl. And I swear like a trucker pirate.

I also don't know how to tag people. So whoever wants to do this, just... Do the thing with the... Thing.

Tagged by @leah-halliwell92 yay, thanks for tagging me!

So you answer 20 questions, then tag 20 followers that you want to get to know better.

1) Name: Riina

2) Nicknames: I DON"T HAVE ONE PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE ME A NICKNAME YES YES PLEASE GO WILD!!??

Update: i got a nickname! It’s RiRi (like “ree ree”), sweet!

3) Height: 169cm (google it, i can’t be bothered)

4) Orientation: Ace

5) Nationality: Finnish

6) Favorite Fruit: Is strawberry a fruit? It is now.

7) Favorite Season: Fall

8) Favorite Flower: Calla lily

9) Favorite Scent: Rain??? Snow??? Just nature in general?? 

10) Favorite Color: Black and teal blue/green

11) Favorite Animal: collared pika. The most badass animal ever. it waits in hiding in the mountains and at night it goes out, finds birds that have died in storms, cracks their skulls with it’s teeth and eats their brains.

Also cats.

12) Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: HOT CHOCOLATE

13) Average Sleep Hours: i mean like 11hours if my lectures start at 2pm.

14) Dog or Cat Person: Cats. I love dogs, but cats are life. (I have 2 and i won"t stop talking about them.)

15) Favorite Fictional Character: ARE YOU KIDDING ME OKAY so IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER Kylo Ren, Rey, Loki, Thor, Charles Xavier, Armin Arlert, Magnus Chase, Howl&Sophie (from the hmc books), Pippin, Ronja&Birk (from Ronia the robbers daughter), Luke Skywalker, Everyone in HanaKimi (the japanese series), Nagisa (from ansatsu kyoshitsu), Steve Harrington AND LIKE 19374 MORE DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE A FAVORITE CHILD.

16) Number of Blankets You Sleep With: 1 or 2

17) Dream Trip: New Zealand!!

18) Blog Created: oh like a week before i saw the last jedi and that was 13th of december… but i did have another blog like 3 years ago for like 5 years… wanted to start fresh and somehow it turned into a star wars blog and i have no regrets

19) Number of Followers: around 1500

20) Random Fact: i eat raw french fries before putting them into the oven

Tagged: @morsoullakko @greeneyedaquarius @the-kylo-ren @lonelyspacebabies @iridescentrey @reyloficked @liveoncoffeeandtv @kylorensexistentialcrisis @the-reylo-trash-fairy @mysonkylo @naerysv @naboo-endor-ben @knights-of-reylo-reborn @reyloooohhh

Or if you just want to do this, consider yourself tagged!

[thirstyforlulu]

Question, what do you imagine the various characters of Hellsing smell like? I think Integra would smell like cigar smoke and a hint of rose perfume. Alucard would probably smell like leather and blood.

Integra:

Definitely cigars

And they’re fancy cigars so it’s got kind of a pleasant smell

She’d probably start wearing a little purfume when she became interested in you, otherwise she wouldn’t care what people thought of how she smelled

There might also be a light paper/ink smell from all the paperwork she does

But the only thing you’d be able to smell without getting close would be the cigars

You’re the only one who really gets to experience it with all its complexities

Seras:

She would smell sweet

She’s a big fan of sweet but natural scented perfumes like Vanilla or lavender

Lotions are also a plus

But if you buy her a perfume or anything it will immediately become her favorite

She very rarely smells like gunpowder or gun cleaning supplies since she’s so quick to wash off after a fight

If you’re really close, you can sometimes smell the shampoo she uses

Walter:

Most of the time he smells like cleaning products

If he’s not working though he usually has a coffee/tea smell

Maybe even like a wood smell

He doesn’t wear cologne a lot and even when he does the scent is very light

When he cooks the scent embeds itself in his clothes

It’s not a problem though since he’s a good cook

What’s nice is you can relax and cuddle up to him while enjoying the smell of good food

Alucard:

Definitely has a gunpowder and leather smell to him

It’s one of those smells that you just want to take a big whiff of

After a mission he’s got an irony smell for a little while but give it time and it’ll go away

Most of the scent is in his hair

When you’re playing with it or brushing it it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take a sniff

He will occasionally wear cologne but only if something special is going on and it’s usually pretty weak, something traditional not like axe

Anderson:

Smells like old paper, ink, and incense

Since he spends so much time in a church he will pick up some of the smells

He smells like when you take a big sniff of an old book, but one that’s been very well taken care of

When he gets done polishing his bayonets he smells like the polish for a little while

Sometimes the incense smell is a little overpowering for you, so he’ll go outside till it dissipates

He does not wear cologne by choice,

he doesn’t like it

Pip:

He smells like coffee and cigarettes

It’s like if you sniffed a freshly ground bag of coffee

He wears cologne but you can barely smell it

He’s got the slightest gunpowder scent

His hair smells like his shampoo since he takes such good care of it

The only other smell you’ll get is gun polish and that’s uncommon

Rip:

She wears more fruity perfumes

It’s a sweet smell but it’s more on the chemical fruity side

Again she sometimes smells like what she uses to keep her gun in top shape

She likes to eat cute desserts so she usually smells like them

It can range from strawberry sponge cake all the way to dark chocolate coffee so it’s always changing

What’s fun is you can try to guess what she had based on the smell, like a game

The captain:

He smells like guns and fire

His smell is directly related to what he does, no cologne added

So he normally smells like what an army man would smell like

Occasionally he’ll have like an antiseptic scent from helping clean someone up

Some days when he works extra hard you can smell it

It’s not overpowering or gross, but you can definitely tell he put in the extra effort

He won’t let it sit though, as soon as he’s up to it he’ll shower