#anime fanifction

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Can I please request a Pip x reader comfort. College is stressing me out to mental breakdowns and I crave comfort

Sure thing lol anon! Just want to say I really hope you get some down time sometime soon, taking time for yourself is so super important!

Request: Yes

Warnings: Mental Breakdown/Panic attack, mentions of stress, anxiety, hi sexy innuendoes if you squint hard enough, comfort, crying, cursing

Characters: Pip Bernadotte x Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

It’s Okay

Working for the Hellsing organisation has been…a lot, to say the least. Since the events with Seras, Alucards peon, and then Father Anderson a lot had to be taken into account. Not to mention the paper work for all of those soldiers who had died. Despite the low-key nature of the job, working their had no shortage of paperwork and it was becoming too much to handle. Sir Integra had given you your own room and office away from the general noise but that only did so much. Luckily you had Pip to rely on when things got to be a little too much for you, he would come and sit beside you and hold you in his arms or take you out, no matter what he always knew what to do. As you sit at your blackthorn desk, the sound of the clock ticking away started to irk you, reminding you of the constant time limit you were on. A mountain of messily arranged paperwork waiting to be reviewed or organised looms over you menacingly. You had barley even touched the paper, yet it seems your just about ready to quit already. You can feel the tears well up and sighs in frustration. You were trying to study last night in this same room and the massive books paired with all the extra paper work made getting any work done seem impossible. Your vision blurs as tears well up in your eyes and you slump deep into your chair willing them to go back or go anywhere but rolling down your cheeks.

Minutes later the door opens, though you can’t be bothered to look up, if you did now your raging headache would only worsen. They turn off the lights, which for a small moment calms your mind. As they step closer, you can hear that slightly slurred humming, it’s deep, comforting with that low trill in his chest. It’s Pip, you can tell, you can always tell. He had that certain calming affect on you that nothing and no one else really did. His long arms wrap around you as he mutter, accent thick in how low voice.

“Come now cheri, do not cry,”

You can’t help but hold him closer chest heaving with your heavy sobs, face wet with tears.

“That’s it, just let it out. I’m right here amour,”

He is always so sweet, as you calm down some, he moves you to the couch and pats you down. Before you know it, you fall asleep and it’s hours later when you wake up. Instead of waking to his face, you wake up to his ping limbs sprawled out on the floor surrounded by papers that seem to be some sort of organized. Surprisingly it’s not awful, they have a general rhyme and reason to it. His face lights up when you are awake and he gives you a sloppy grin.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind now mon cheri?”

You nod sitting down next to him

“It’s just…been a lot. Between studying what Sir Interga has asked of me and handling all this,” you gesture to the massive amounts of paper work “ I guess I just feel overwhelmed,”

He nods following a long, as you to talk and he chats about what he had been doing before. With the help of his silly jokes and flirtatious behavior you finish your work early and decide to spend the rest of the day laying with him. As you take a sip of his drink he smiles down at you.

“It’s okay to take a break mon cheri, ”

I hope you liked it! I kinda forgot what I was doing so I’m really sorry if it flips but I hope it makes you feel a little better!

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Uuu rare things post idk lol but it's all things for me lol

[homeofthelonelywriter]

HM: Helping Levi fall asleep

(A/N) Sooo, I really didn’t know what to write for this Monday, so instead I played a game. I scrolled through TikTok and wrote something for the first fandom that came up that I write for. And it was Attack on Titan.

I know there are not a lot of you that like Anime, but if you read this, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn! Reader

Warnings: none

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everyone knows that Levi barely sleeps

it’s general knowledge

how he can still function so well with the lack of sleep, no one knows

but when you started dating him you made it your mission to get him to sleep more

at first you thought that it would be enough to sleep in the same bed as him

after all, he was in there with you when you fell asleep

but whenever you wake up

doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the night or in the morning

Levi would be gone

you’d usually find him at his desk, going through paperwork and drinking tea

of course you’d try to drag him back to bed

but you rarely succeeded

there had to be another way

you spoke about it with your friends and colleagues

only those trusted, of course

and they tried to help you come up with other methods

you even tried to buy a special sort of tea that’s supposed to help with sleeping problems

and you served it to Levi in the evening

but it had no effect

no matter what you tried, nothing really worked

until one day

Levi had been out on a mission and returned that day

he walked into your shared room and looked defeated

instead of saying anything, you, who had been reading on the bed, just opened your arms

after quickly stripping off the gear and most of the clothes

Levi fell into your open arms and rested his head on your chest

one of your hands rubbed his back in a comforting manner

while the other one was brushing through his hair

and within minutes

he was asleep on top of you

you were surprised, but also glad that he finally got a chance to rest

you kept stroking his hair until you too fell asleep

and when you woke up in the morning, he was still on top you, fast asleep

the next night, you tried to copy what you’d done the previous day

as the two of you laid in bed, you patted your chest and Levi rested his head there without hesitation

once again, your hands wandered to his back and hair respectively

and once again, he was asleep within minutes

although you had to admit that not being able to move was kind of uncomfortable after some time

you were just glad that Levi was sleeping

after a few nights like this, you decided to try something else

as the two of you went to bed in the evening, you cuddled up to him and began running your fingers through his hair

you’d been wondering what exactly was putting him to sleep, or if it was a combination of everything

rubbing his back, playing with his hair and him resting on your chest

but that night proved to you that it was really one thing

playing with his hair worked like a drug

you smiled in triumph while still playing with his hair

you even started doing it when you went on missions together and were staying somewhere overnight

Levi complained a bit

saying that all the sleep had him falling behind on his paperwork

but Erwin quickly told him that he didn’t need to rush his paperwork anyway

he also pointed out that it was just an excuse

but after some time, Levi started to actually enjoy it

both the sleep and the time he spent cuddling with you

he even noticed that he was better at fighting if he had slept the night before

it sort of became a ritual

and whenever he had to spend time away from you

he really craved your touch

and he would return extremely exhausted

sleeping through most of the day and the night as well

you were happy that you could help him

and hey

he wasn’t even half as grumpy if he got a good night’s sleep

[sapphirecastles]

On astrology, fanfiction, and postcolonialism

"The mass media that the fandom world digests, like the Roman one that the astrological community digests, is not a neutral one. It is a world overpopulated by white men, where women never see or speak to one another, where the binary between homosexuality and heterosexuality makes it seem as though gay people are an entirely separate natural species, where people of color do not exist at all unless they are characterized in supporting or stereotypical ways. This world of images is genealogically related to white supremacist ideologies. Cartoons were originally based on white men satirizing blackness, and early American cinema developed from the minstrel tradition.

Like astrologers—who are often not genealogically related to the Romans but seek to transcend cultural frameworks that are called too naive and too specic to be studied outside of anthropology—fanfiction writers are often not white men, but they often reproduce images of white men in order to tell stories about themselves. Like astrologers do with their archetypes, fanfiction writers often genderbend or racebend their characters and sometimes make them into inhuman creations or animal hybrids. Like astrologers, fanfiction writers often find their source material less than satisfactory and the available tools used to speculate new realities away from colonized imaginations disappointing. However, fanifction writers stay in fandom for the same reasons that astrologers stay in astrology: because it feels good to speak to one another, to make inside jokes, because fellow fans and astrologers work to see us when we write stories or horoscope interpretations—because we belong in subculture even when we don’t belong in culture.

What saves astrology from itself today is that it works like the fandom world. It is a community-created subculture that takes what has been mass-produced and digests it. Rather than a consumer-oriented cultural movement, which tends to spike in interest when there are big blockbuster releases from a centralized creative power and ebb after the hype has died down, fandoms that are community-created tend to stay stagnant in terms of capturing interest. After a certain magical point, fandoms are no longer dependent on the canon and function quite well on their own, neither growing nor diminishing in size (the Sailor Moon fandom is a good example of this, if you want to look up the numbers on this topic on tumblr user destinationtoast’s blog). This means we are not out to evangelize or to grow as the capitalists tell us we should be if we are to stay viable. We are out here sharing ideas, healing each other, and inspiring each other on a daily, nonaccumulative, nonaccelerationist scale. There is no central corporation that pumps out astrology books that all of us then follow. Doing astrology simply means we are listening to one another. It means we are being listened to."

By Alice Sparkly Kat, read here.

Their book, Postcolonial Astrology, will be out soon.

They also did this very interesting interview (duration: 1:38:32). I particularly recommend minutes 13 to 19 from the video/podcast where they talk about gender.

[anninar]

Dopo l'uscita di un libro niente di meglio che rilassarsi scrivendo fanfiction😁 Questa è la mia prima fanfiction su Inuyasha. Un manga/anime che mi ha sempre affascinato soprattutto per un particolare personaggio.🤭 quello che non smetterei mai di disegnare. Ovviamente, tempo permettendo, non resterà la sola. Come prima storia ho voluto analizzare il rapporto tra Sesshomaru e Inuyasha, una chiacchierata tra fratelli dopo la sconfitta di Naraku. ps: la fanifction non è editata o betata può contenere degli errori, spero non eccessivi. Ps: li ho disegnati. Ho fatto due tipi di disegno perché uno ho provato a colorarlo🙈🤦 li posto entrambi, fatemi sapere quale vi piace di più #inuyashafanart #inuyashafanfiction #rumikotakahashi #anime #manga #inuyasha #Sesshomaru #ao3 #wattpad #fanfitionnet #fanfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CHnlOMtnYC-/?igshid=jqmgbtqtb8le

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing Chapter One (Alucard x Reader)

Request: No

Warnings: Mentions of violence (its Hellsing, what do you expect?), vampires, blood, cursing, weaponry, Alucard being an asshole, mentions of coffin/caskets, guns

Y/n

“Sir Integra, you must be joking, surely I’m not good enough to join the ranks alongside the Hellsing force!” I say, eyes wide at the proposal. Me, to join the ranks and officially work for Hellsing Organisation? I’ve never even held a gun before, never even gotten into a fight!

“Are you implying that I made an error in judgement by giving you such an opportunity?” She asks, a hint of challenge in her voice, daring me to step out of line.

“S-sir Integra…n-no of course not it’s just that I don’t want to disappoint you, or my father,” I reply, I could care less about disappointing her, it's my fathers reputation that is on the line if I am to be joining the organisation.

“Then it's settled. Alucard,” She calls that beast's name, and as if he was waiting=g her appears, walking through the wall, a twisted grin present on his face. He seems all too happy about this if you ask me.

“I am placing Walter’s daughter under your supervision. You did well in training Walter and you should see to it that you do the same with Y/n.” she continues, why am I to be put with him? Why not shadow my father and work in the estate? Why not at least with Garrison and his fellow men?

He looks towards me walking over and I clench my jaw, as much as I despise his kind, those human sized leeches, I can’t help but feel fear. Most of the vampires I’ve seen disgust me, they invoke rage…but he makes my blood run cold with a simple look. I hate that my hatred can not extend enough to make me glare at him as well. I can’t believe my father would even go along with this! Especially without talking to me!

“My, my, entrusting me with such a delicate specimen? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were testing my resolve Master.” He comments, his look hidden behind the brim of his hat and the glasses he wears, “Are you sure?” he questions.

Sir Integra flicks her cigar into the ashtray before standing up and placing away some papers in a file, “It seems that everyone has taken to questioning me today, need I remind you who I am or are we done wasting time here with these silly questions?”

His lips twitch upwards as a low sound escapes him, a gloved hand taking my chin and forcing me to look up at him into those crimson eyes,”So you're The Angel of Death’s daughter, you look like a little lamb to me. Lost and afraid, are you lost little lamb?” I clench my fists at the mocking tone in his voice, he looks at me as if testing my reactions to his mockery. I maintain the intense eye contact, the opia of our locked gaze almost tangible enough to cut with a knife between us.

“Get your hand off me, you little pet.” I managed to get out, it's not as convincing as I would've liked it to sound but it got the point across. As his grip loosens I pull away from him and huff keeping my arms by my side lest they decide to make some unwise gestures towards the demon. As I turn my back on him I can hear him chuckle at my actions, he just loves to play those childish little games. Playing as if he didn’t know that I was my fathers daughter, all he does is tease and poke fun at me through the estate!

“Perhaps there is a wolf behind that innocent exterior of your little lamb,”

“My name is Y/n use-” I whip around to correct him but trail off seeing had already gone, with a sound of frustration I head to my chambers, unnecessarily slamming my door behind me and unceremoniously flopping onto my bed. I may feel an intense hatred for those overgrown leeches but I don’t aim to ever kill anyone! The thought always stirs something in the back of my mind and I equate it to fear. I may know many ways to hurt people, hell even to extract intel and body disposal methods, but I don’t want to hurt anyone. I take a few deep breaths and sit at the vanity by my bed to brush my hair, it always helps calm me down. As I brush, each stroke working out the knots and kinks within my hair, my mood improves. Perhaps it won’t be too bad, she never said I had to kill anyone, I could be working in intel recon, or a liason of sorts. The only bloodsucker I may encounter is Alucard. Just as I set my brush down a knock comes at my door.

“Go away leech, I want nothing to do with you and your little games today!” I don’t want to deal with him, not right now.

“Now I know I’ve raised you better than name calling, I thought I’d come by and ease your mind. Tea?”

My father asks, pouring himself a cup, I nod and he hands me my own just how I like it.

“Ease my mind? Funny how you think to talk to me now and not before making such a decision as me working for the Hellsing Organisation,” my voice comes out terse, my frustration from earlier boiling up.

“Well it was my intention to speak with you about it much earlier and come to a mutual agreement, but with Alucard and the rise in Vampires I haven't quite had the chance to help make a decision so Sir Integra made one for us I’m afraid,” he say taking a sip and sitting on the chair I was previously in as I move to sit on my bed.

“Did the thought ever cross your mind that maybe I didn't want to work here? I could be leading a normal life outside the estate right now, yet you have me confined within the walls of Sir Integra’s manor.” As I say this, his boot tip bumps into the cart causing a knife to fall off, without a second thought I swipe it up from the air and go to stab it into the cart. I take a pause, why was I going to stab the cart? Placing it down I turn to him for an answer.

“While this did occur to me, you never once complained of working anywhere else or wishing to leave. You very well could have, and it should be in your best interest to continue our tradition of serving the Hellsing Organisation. The Dornez have been doing it for years, your mother and I had an especially long go of it. I do not hold my title for killing dust bunnies about the estate,”

My eyes widen and I look up from my lap, “You killed people-vampires- too? And Mum as well?

“Many, your mother and I both have quite the streak of blood to our names. We knew Alucar then too. Your mother was an excellent snipper, I would string some of them up and she would pop off their heads one by one, the bulls had such a force that nothing was left, quite the mess we often made.”

Hearing him talk so fondly of memories of murder stirs that feeling in the back of my mind, but I don’t really feel afraid.

“And your mother she had quite the affinity for playing with her victims before being through with them, we’d let them loose in the basement and one at a time she would catch them and string them up in a nice little web, torture them in the most atrocious of ways and then finish them in the bloodiest of ways. Earned herself the name Black Widow, because the heads were always found missing.”

That feeling stirs rather violently this time as he tells me in detail an event one time my mother and he took part in, the worse it gets the more intently I listen. There isn’t a way in my mind that that feeling is fear, though now I don’t know what it is….

“But Dornez and your mothers family have been killers for years, though your mother always had a certain air about her with her craft. Enough of that now, rest well and I will show you your choices in weapons tomorrow,” He kisses my forehead and I nod as he leaves. The feeling swirling around in my mind seems to be fighting to the forefront, I change into a nightgown and hum to myself softly lulling myself to sleep.

I hope that whoever read this enjoyed it and don’t be shy to request a story of some sort! Have a wonderful day!

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing Chapter Two (Alucard x Reader)

Request: No

Warnings: Mentions of violence (it's Hellsing, what do you expect?), vampires, blood, cursing, weaponry, Alucard being an asshole, mentions of coffin/caskets, guns slight mention of non-conseual intercourse

Y/n

I stare at my ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as I try to concentrate on resuming my sleep. Why can’t I? Those words my father spoke to me earlier about him and mum keep repeating like some broken player in my head. It’s nearly maddening hearing him describe how she was so brutal and violent over and over and over again. With a groan I roll out of my bed and slip on some knee length socks before venturing out of my room. It’s always kept cold in the manor and it’s often the reason why many of the staff get sick. I quietly pad from my room to the far end of the hall down the stairs. It feels almost too easy. I reach out and twist the cold smooth handle of the door and twist the knob, only for it to stop about mid-way. Locked… I knew it was too easy, and as far as I know only three people have access to the basement: Alucard, my father, and Sir Integra, oh and Seras so that makes four. Who would the key be easiest to snag from?

“Looks like the little lamb has escaped her pen in favour of wandering around,” a deep voice I know all too well says from behind me.

I’d be a liar of I said he didn’t scare me, so I suppose I’m a liar because I will never admit such a thing.

“How many times must I insist you don’t fucking call me that?” I ask with a huff turning around and glaring up at him. “And I thought you were dead, dead people don’t grow so why are you so tall?”

At that he chuckles and I huff, not everything I say is so bloody funny that he as to laugh all the time. It makes me feel as if I missing out on some important joke. I move from under his form and as I do so I snag the key from his pocket, it may not be a good trait to have but I learned to pick pockets around the mansion, I do it in favour of causing a little chaos in my boring life here. I particularly like to take things from Sir Integra and have Alucard go on a little hunt for them, he still hasn’t found that pocket watch I took last year, its my proudest little heist I’ve done yet.

“Alucard, I’ve a question.” 

“Hm?” “How is it,” I start as I walk back over to the door and unlock it, “that you are centuries old and dno’t know when something has been stolen from you?”

I just hear a slight shuffle before a gloved hand comes into view and I drop the key on it.  

“Clever little lamb, do be carfuling stealing a vampires things. You might find that one is cursed,”

I shrug and ignore his words, he just loves to be all mysterious. I guess the books are right when they say vampires are like shadows and like to try and confuse people. I didn’t wake up late in the night to come and talk to him., I don’t believe I ever would. I open the door and shiver slightly as a gust of cold air rushes past me, I’m surprised that the door doesnt creak when I open it. Well should I really be, my father is diligent in his work as a butler around the place. The first step past the door frame makes me shiver and suddenly I wish I was wearing more than a night gown and some knee socks, the stone is cold and rough even through the socks. The first few steps make me realise maybe its best to do this in the daylight, but I reason that Alucard is more likely to be down here in the daylight hours. The deeper I descend down the dark stair way the smoother the stone becomes, the colder the air becomes, the more the hairs on my neck stand up. My hand runs along the wall, rough stone bricks guiding my down the case of stairs until I reach the bottom. There is something about this place the scream familiarity but that very well may be the call of sleep too. I walk down the corridor until I feel the urge to turn, and I do so. This happens for what seems like ages until a door finally shows some sort of light, in the room it seems to be some sort of secret entrance to the side of the estate…no this is an opening. There is an intricate system of halls, like a labyrinth, many ways stemming from this one faintly lit place. It’s so odd. I step on something wet that makes me stop and look down, but I don’t need to look to know what I stepped in. The metallic smell of rusted pennied had hit me long before I entered the room, but looking down at my white socks it is rather clear that it is blood I stepped in. It must be so moist down here that it never got the chance to evaporate. There is no way that this is recent, there is no body and it is sticky.

“Walter had quite the time down here with your mother, I know he’s told you tales of their time here.” His voice irritates me for some reason and I feel as if he shouldn’t be down here.

“Did he tell you that this is where she spent her last moments?”

“Your lying. Your filthy mouth tells nothing but lies, she wouldn’t die down here in this forgetten place.” I say defiantly. I refuse to believe that this is where she died, father always told me that she had died fighting for hellsing, not to one of her little playthings.

“Oh am I? Well if nothing I say is the truth then it won’t hurt to finish-” I cut him off, eyes searching for him in the dark, the bastard! “Don’t you dare finish talking you walking leech! You have no right to lie about such an awful thing! Its not your place even if you are telling the truth!”

“Your mother died down here to a particularly fiesty vampire youngling, not even to a true child of the night. He violated her, tore apart her clothes while his partner made Walter watch, they took her and when she couldn’t take any more they bit her. Poor Walter couldn’t handle it, he tore apart every single ghoul and vampire he could get his hands on after wards. Starting with your mother.”

I feel him appear by me and my first reaction is to hit at him and I do. I hit and punch and kick at him screaming curse and anything else my mind can come up with to scream at him.  

“That wasn’t your place! How could you! You liar! That’s all a lie! She wouldn’t-he wouldnt let that happen! He wouldn’t…how could he let that happen?” My screams and cries are reduced to silent juttering motions of my body, breathing labored as the cold from the basment seeps into my bones, my vision begins to fade slowly as I finally feel tired enough to fall asleep. I don’t want to fall asleep in this liars arms so i push my self away, stumbling to the ground. My vision catches a glimpse of a stone slab, it reads: In loving memory of Y/M/N ‘Black Widow’ L/n; Hellsings second most valubed asset and number one mother.

I really hope that you're enjoying this for anyone who is reading it! Always feel free to hand me some criticism and request something. My box is open!