#anti hellsing

[joselyn565]

Alucard

[alex21705]

When new b.s comes up involving Trump

[wazzappp]

I have been saying 'bitches love cannons' multiple times an hour for the past 48 hours

[dont-need-one-of-these-do-i]

Hellsing Anti-Whumptober Prompt 1

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Integra ducks behind the wall, her chest heaving. She can feel her heart pounding behind her breastbone, pumping oxygenated blood to her extremities, which burn with exertion. She takes a second to catch her breath, waiting until the gun in her hands no longer shakes with the minute jitters of her trembling fingers before sticking her head back out around the brick wall. 

The sun-soaked field is littered with bodies, and even from her position far from the carnage she can see that the majority of the casualties are painted with red, their armor stripped with vermilion. 

Integra tugs her head back behind the wall of the Hellsing mansion and makes a decision. It’s time for her trump card.

“Alucard,” she calls, her voice barely a whisper so as to not be heard by the enemy, “I need you.”

The shadows beside her blink, and if she were any normal thirteen-year-old girl, she would have screamed. But Sir Integra Hellsing is not a normal thirteen-year-old girl, and is unfazed by Alucard, the no-life king, materializing out of the darkness directly next to her. 

The vampire yawns and stretches his arms above his head, which Integra slaps to get him to put them down. “What is it, little master?”

“We are at war. I need your help.”

Alucard looks down at Integra with one eyebrow raised. “Master, you know that I’m not supposed to help you in this.”

“Those were orders given to you by someone other than me, therefore what I ask of you trumps it. Now, help me.”

For a second Integra thinks that Alucard isn’t going to help, that he’s going to betray her and leave her to fend for herself surrounded by enemies. Then he smiles like a feral dog and she knows she’s got him. 

“Very well. There are five enemy combatants directly downhill from your position. A pair of snipers are over there,” the vampire points to a raised platform on the right side of the field, “and another just there.” He gestures again discreetly to a platform on the other side of the field, this one higher up but smaller. “And there are two coming around the back of the house just now.”

Integra turns to look directly at Alucard, her eyes wide. “Why would you not lead with that?!” Her voice is a low hiss, incredulous, and it makes the vampire grin. 

“I can’t give everything to you on a silver platter, now can I?” And with that, the vampire phases through the wall, leaving the young knight to fend off two attackers on her own.

Cursing Alucard out under her breath, Integra checks the paintball gun in her hands. There’s plenty of ammunition left in the chamber, the paint-filled pellets stark blue against the black of the gun, so she readjusts her grip on the handles and flattens herself against the wall, turning her attention to the new threat. 

A tall man in red-accented tactical gear rounds the corner and, luckily for Integra, he doesn’t notice her right away. She manages to get a shot directly to his chest, the small ball exploding into a veritable cloud of blue paint, and he falls dramatically to the ground, throwing his limbs out and making a very exaggerated oomph sound. 

She scoffs at the dramatics, but once he’s on the ground, Integra gets a better look at his face and recognizes Flint Douglas. Internally, Integra preens at having caught one of the Hellsing organization’s special operatives by surprise, but she keeps her face from showing her pride. 

Integra’s not so lucky the second time, as the other soldier saw her companion fall, but the young girl manages to drop low and avoid the spray of red paint-filled pellets that slam into the wall behind her. As she ducks, Integra pulls the trigger, catching the woman in the arm with the first shot, and then in the stomach with the second. Like Flint, she too dramatically falls to the ground, even going as far as to throw the back of her hand against her forehead as she does so. 

Flint is laughing quietly at this point, and when Integra looks at him, he raises a thumbs up to her. “Nice shooting, sir!”

“Thank you,” Integra mumbles curtly, before checking behind her, and running off around the building in the opposite direction that the soldiers had come from. 

The field behind the Hellsing mansion has some wooden obstacles erected in it but remains largely open. Integra watches as two of her teammates—identifiable by the blue tape stuck in stripes on the shoulders of their tactical gear—sneak below the raised platform on her right and ambush the snipers above, but also getting hit in the process. That leaves only one enemy left.

Integra crosses the field as quietly as she can, ducking behind obstacles and running low to the ground. The grass beneath her rain boots is slick with paint, but she keeps her footing. She reaches the box unnoticed and goes around the back to where the platform is open, and the figure inside is unguarded. She presses the butt of the air gun into the meat of her shoulder, stabilizing it as best she can, and lines up the shot. She breathes out and pulls the trigger.

The guard in the box rocks forward as he’s splattered across the back with blue paint, letting out a noise of surprise. He spins around, taking in the sight of his young boss, before laughing and lying down his weapon. 

“Nice work, sir!”

Integra, like before, looks at the ground and smiles. It had taken a lot of coercion to talk her into joining this round of the Hellsing Organization’s trimonthly paintball training game. Still, she’s finding it more enjoyable than she had initially expected. In fact, she—

Integra stumbles to the side, shocked out of her thoughts by the sensation of a small, red pellet slamming into her shoulder. She wheels on her heels, snapping her attention to the shooter.

Walter, head of the Hellsing mansion’s staff, stands there calmly, his paintball gun lowered, and his lips pursed in a nonchalant whistle. His eyes drift pointedly toward the treeline behind her, as though he had nothing to do with the fact that she is now splattered in red paint on one side.

“Walter,” Integra demands. “How dare you?!”

Walter, utterly unbothered, raises a single eyebrow. “I beg your pardon, my lady?”

“You shot me!” she accuses, gesturing indignantly to the smear of red paint staining her sleeve.

“Hmm.” Walter inspects his weapon, his expression one of mild amusement. “So it seems I did.”

Integra scowls, her fists clenching at her sides. “Traitorous behavior from my own staff,” she mutters, her voice dripping with mock dismay. “Unbelievable.”

Walter’s lips twitch, though he fights to keep his face composed. “It is my duty to prepare you for anything, my lady. Even unexpected treachery. Consider it…a lesson in vigilance.”

“I’ll show you vigilance,” Integra hisses under her breath, raising her gun.

Walter steps back, holding up his free hand as if to placate her. “Now, now. Surely we can agree I was acting in your best—”

Integra pulls the trigger. A burst of blue paint splatters across Walter’s chest, interrupting his protest mid-sentence.

Walter looks down at the vivid smear, his mouth twitching into what might have been a smile—if he weren’t so practiced at keeping a straight face. “Touché, my lady,” he says with a small bow.

“Damn right,” Integra says, lowering her gun.

From somewhere nearby, a familiar voice cuts through the air, dripping with amusement. “Very well handled, Master.”

Alucard materializes from the shadows, leaning lazily against a tree trunk. His crimson eyes glint with mischief. “Though I must say, I rather enjoyed watching Walter best you for a moment.”

Integra rounds on the vampire, her glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Care to repeat that, servant?”

“Me?” Alucard places a hand over his heart, feigning innocence. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Walter clears his throat, straightening his vest as if nothing had happened. “Shall I prepare some tea, my lady? A victorious warrior deserves refreshment, after all.”

Integra lets out a long-suffering sigh, pushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair out of her face. “Tea. And a sandwich, please. I’ve earned it.”

“As you wish,” Walter replies with a bow, his paint-splattered vest now a badge of her triumph.

Alucard chuckles as Integra strides back toward the mansion, head held high despite the streak of red paint on her shoulder. “You know,” he muses, falling into step beside her, “for someone so young, you do have a talent for commanding respect. Even if it’s…earned the hard way.”

Integra doesn’t bother looking at him, her tone imperious as ever. “That’s what makes me a Hellsing. Now stop wasting time and get back to work.”

“Yes, master,” Alucard says, his grin widening.

Ahead of them, from inside the manor, Walter watches them through a window with a knowing smile. The paintball game might be over, but it’s clear the real game never stops in the Hellsing household.

Big thank you to @coffin-of-dust for letting me include Flint!

[autumnmobile12]

When people say, 'You can't ship that! Those characters have never met!'

Those characters have never met.

...and???

...

I found a tiktok the other day where a bunch of people in the comments were going on about how stupid it was that people were shipping X with Y because those characters never met in canon or only shared one interaction in canon and how '...the fandom is unfortunately like that.'

So here's the thing:

My sister and I used to play a game where we would come up with ships based on names pulled from a hat and judging what random pairings came out of it. Didn't matter the fandom, didn't matter the characters. (Except age gaps that were too wide for comfort and underage-adult ships.) The crazier the better, and we came up with some pretty weird but wholesome ones. My sister also has an entire fic of one-shots featuring Soul Eater rare-pairs that are so rare, they are unicorns in that fandom.

Crossover ships (platonic or romantic or otherwise) are my jam.

One of my favorite ships is a crossover ship. Shizuo Heiwajima (Durarara!!) and Adult!Mai Taniyama (Ghost Hunt) sure as hell have never met, I’m pretty certain I’m the only one here, but I didn't let that stop me.

I've shipped Seras (Hellsing) and Lenore (Castlevania Netflix). No particular reason, I just like it.

The cast of D. Gray Man is so diverse and insane that you can put any two characters together and you'll get either an interesting ship, an interesting conversation, or at the very least, a very entertaining argument.

The My Hero Academia fandom likes to write fanfiction where Mirko and Hawks are besties. Those characters never talk in canon. They share maybe one or two scenes together and they don't directly interact. It's just vibes.

And 'just vibes' is pretty much the entire essence behind some ships.

The Castlevania Netflix fandom loves Trephacard so much that I once saw a post here on Tumblr where someone admitted they legitimately forgot it wasn't a canon ship. Alucard and Trevor interact quite a bit, sure, but the point still stands. It's fanon, people love it, deal with it.

The Harry Potter Drapple ship was a thing. (Or maybe it's still a thing, I don't know, I'm not in the Harry Potter fandom.) So don't tell me I can't ship X with Y because they've never met in canon when there is a literal person x inanimate object ship floating around the internet.

I. Don't. Care that X and Y never met. Maybe they have some niche thing in common was worth exploring. Maybe they have similar personalities. Maybe they're total opposites and that was the appeal. Maybe I just woke up and felt like it. The whole point of fanfiction is that does not have to be canon-compliant. Did you expect a word for word document of the source material?

X and Y have certainly never met. But what if they did? Is that not what fanfiction is for?

We're here to have fun, express ourselves, and maybe work through personal issues we got going on in private.

Personally, after coming from some smaller fandoms that primarily work with only one or two ships and nobody mixes it up, I like the variety of a multi-ship fandom. Or no ships at all. It’s nice to also avoid the drama when you don't feel like reading the shipping material.

At the end of the day, don't go shaming/harassing people for shipping what they like, whether it's a mainstream ship or a rare-pair that's so rare it's got an audience of one. If it's a ship you don't like or find problematic, just don't read it. Go find something you do like. (Trust me, there's a part of the Black Butler fandom I stay far away from.)

Let people like what they like, let people be weird, let people build their ships from scratch if they want.

Tag everything properly.

Have fun.

Or Reepicheep will pay you a visit.

And to anyone who says, 'You can't ship that, those characters have never met.'

[scientistservant]

I want Alucard to snap Alastor’s neck like a twig and use his body as kindling.

[moliathh]

days after the last time people use virtue signaling to moralize ship war and justify dogpilling on alucard/integra shippers countdown: 0

[stromuprisahat]

omg i didn’t know you liked hellsing! I recently watched hellsing ultimate and enjoyed it. why do you prefer the other version?

The 2001 anime felt more realistic. The other adaptation I tried to watch (and from what I've seen the manga too) looked too over the top. If you're pretending you have a story about super secret organization, there's only so much massacres you can cover up.

The same goes for the head of the organization. Gonzo's Integra is a leader I can imagine respecting. In the other series, there was too much screaming and badly contained anger. What was likely supposed to be badassery was just pathetic lack of control.

I also greatly hate Nazis as universal ExtraEvil Antagonists- the topic hits too close to home for me to see it "downplayed" this way. I can watch them in fiction, but it has to be done sensitively.

Another of my personal icks are animal-eared (pseudo-)humans. Again- animalistic traits are not completely off the table for me, but as above- it has to be done well.

What I LOVE about the 2001 series, is the atmosphere. And the music, which is weird, because it wasn't my usual cup of tea the first time I've watched, and it isn't now, but I love listening to ALL of those songs (And you can't imagine my excitement, when they played Shine on radio at work.)!

Although pretty simple, it has better visual than both the comics (, which has its charm) and the other series.

I love the characters, their personalities and dynamics, including the minor ones, especially Miss Helena.

Last, but not least, it has "my vampires". I've always had a clear vision of what vampires should look and behave like (Don't ask me where I got it, but I've had it since childhood. You can't picture the loathing eight y/o me had for Buffy- how dare they call this JOKE "vampires"?!), and Gonzo nailed it perfectly. There's nobility to them, and sometimes tiredness. They're bloodthirsty and perhaps a bit insane, but they have manners and honour. They might be the "higher" creatures, but they don't feel the need to trumpet it all the time. It's simply their nature.

[0ristar]

[ashvalentine16]

When you were never raised by a family with holiday spirits, so, your choice of Christmas movies is John Wick or thriller anime just to stare at your screen like this:

Also in a Lord of the Rings mood, tho... 😮‍💨 Which marathon to start first? 🤔

[alex21705]

Is there really much of a difference

[sc-ahlu]

It's me...

Hi...

I'm the problem...

It's me...

At tea time everybody agrees...

I'll stare directly at the sun...

But never in the mirror...

It must be exhausting always rooting for...

The anti hero...

[dont-need-one-of-these-do-i]

Hellsing Anti-Whumptober Prompt 2

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In all of his nearly 5 centuries of existence, somehow Alucard had forgotten how incredibly moody teenagers can be. Well, that’s not entirely accurate—vampires, try as they might, can never really forget anything. It’s more like a fact that had drifted to the back of his mind a long time ago and had no real reason to come forward.

The fact is at the forefront of his mind right now alright, fifteen-year-old Integra is making sure of that. 

“Master, if you could just—”

“Don’t touch me, Alucard!”

“It’s really not that big of an issue, if you—”

“I said I don’t want your fucking help!”

It had seemed like a good idea, ten minutes ago when Alucard made the decision to coax his young master onto the Ferris wheel while passing by on the way back from a successful mission. Now, as they slowly rise over the pop-up carnival, Alucard is coming to rethink his choices. 

“Look, I’m going to shut my mouth, but know that even if something were to happen—which it will not—I won’t allow any harm to come to you.”

Integra doesn’t give him a reply, instead opting to stare resolutely at the complicated metal hinge above their heads. Her hands, which would usually be crossed across her chest, are white-knuckled in their grip on the safety bar lying on Alucard and her lap. 

The bench lurches slightly with the movement of the wheel, and Integra sucks in a sharp breath, her grip growing impossibly tighter on the safety bar. Alucard’s crimson eyes flick toward her, but, as promised, he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he leans back lazily, draping one arm behind his head, as though daring her to admit she’s nervous—her stubborn silence is a battle of wills he’s happy to watch unfold.

Cheery carnival music drifts upwards from the colorful tents below them, dissipating into the clear, starry night above them. The lights strung around the structure of the ride twinkle. A part of Alucard is constantly amazed at the dichotomy of humans. That they could build a creation like this—a mechanical marvel that takes people high into the air safely and brings them back to the earth just as gently—merely for trivial enjoyment is a marvel to the vampire. And then, at the same time, for those same humans to be afraid…it’s fascinating. 

Integra blows out a long, low breath through her gritted teeth, and slowly, ever so slowly, drags her eyes away from her bloodless knuckles. Alucard keeps his gaze trained on the horizon, not looking at her, and a second later Integra does too, watching the way that the few sparse clouds drift across the sky. 

It takes her a  few minutes, but eventually, Integra’s grip loosens and her posture relaxes. Alucard is content to wait, allowing her to digest her fear on her own, for as long as she needs. 

Once Integra seems to have lost the majority of the tension in her limbs, Alucard speaks. “Look there. What does that cloud look like to you?”

Integra scoffs, but follows the line of the vampire’s finger “I’m not four, Alucard.”

He ignores her. “To me it looks like a dragon.”

“That’s ridiculous. It’s obviously a swan.”

“Now you’re just making things up. See there, how the flames are coming out of the mouth?”

“That’s a swan’s ass, you fool.”

Alucard’s lips curl into a smirk, his gaze still fixed on the drifting cloud. “A swan’s ass, is it? How poetic, master. Perhaps you’ve missed your calling as a naturalist.”

Integra’s hands, no longer gripping the safety bar with such fervor, cross over her chest. “Better a naturalist than a delusional fool who sees dragons in clouds.”

“Delusional? I’ll have you know, master, I’ve met dragons. If they heard your comparison to a swan’s rear, they might just take offense.”

“I’m sure my comparison would be a delight, given that they had to spend any length of time in your company.”

The Ferris wheel turns on, the night air clear and perfect, and, for just a moment, Integra forgets her position, forgets her name and legacy, forgets the responsibilities of her world, and is a teenage girl, afraid of heights.

[pebblezone]

🫡🏳️‍⚧️

[eva105]

I agree, AI fanfics are NOT fanfics 😾

Let me just remind you guys that...

AI fanfiction is not fanfiction

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Messing around with tomura shigaraki. ( Smut Oneshot) A03

Warning: SMUT with no plot, all for one is a warning to himself, 18+ no minors or antis GO AWAY!! Both reader & shigaraki are horny freaks FRFR. This idea is from @mother-hellsing since I ask her to give me this idea, hope y'all enjoy a simple oneshot😏

Word count: 1,549

" hello sensei. " The quiet mumble from tomura shigaraki as he sits in his gaming chair, the eerily quiet the whole room as a faint chuckle echo in the room.

" tomura shigaraki. How are your plans coming along? " You open the door as you realize tomura is on a the phone call but lately you have been feeling needy and craving your boyfriend's attention.

You didn't care about him getting pissed at you, you wanted your first taste of his penis, ever since you two started dating a few days ago. You wanna feel him, want him inside of you and it's better time then him getting distracted by the phone.

You quietly move inside, locking the door behind you as you watch your boyfriend tomura's back towards you as you quietly crawl around to be between in his legs.

You watch him speaking calmly until I put my hands on his slim thighs, he immediately looks down at you with wide eyes. He didn't say anything just stared at you with curiosity.

" is there something wrong shigaraki? " You hear the man on the other end ask him as you gently grab tomura's belt.

Tomura tilts his head as he speaks." Uhh yeah, I'm fine.. it was nothing. "

He uses his hand to shoo you away but you're not budging an inch as he sighs softly. He press a mute button as he growl at you.

" bunny, I'm on an important call with sensei. What the hell are you doing? " You look up at him with a smirk.

" unmute him and let me help you.~ " shigaraki begins to blush as he rolls his eyes at you." Whatever." He presses the unmute button as he hears all for one speak about the plan.

You unzip his pants as you begin to pull his cock out of it, it's semi hard and warm... Never thought your boyfriend was a freak.

His cock is so fucking hot, a pretty pink tip, pale thick base and heavy ball that look delicious as you lean in to suck his beautiful balls. You heard him gasp as he bit his lips as he quickly looked at you with a clear warning to knock it off.

You smile at him as you play and suck both balls inside in your mouth.

" are you sure, it's nothing? " Tomura gulp a bit as he clear his throat.

" yeah positive sensei please continue.~ " you hear his voice broke a bit as you lick his tip, you can feel his cock twitching as it grows in size.

You begin to panic as you feel his hand grabbed your hair as you thought he was gonna use his quirk on you but you felt his hand push downward as he pant softly.

You take inch by inch as you begin to moan, the drool covers his base as you see the light blue pubes at the base as you slowly look up at him, he couldn't make any noise as he is fighting for the right sentence.

Then no warning he dropped the phone clearly forgot about it as he shoved your head down to meet his rough thrust.

" f-fuck!! Fuck baby yeah suck my cock fast, I want you to give me the best head ever shit.~ " he throw his head back as he continues to thrust into your mouth.

" you want this and you'll take it like a good fucking girl~ understand? " You nod your head immediately as he chuckles at your eagerness response.

" good girl~ I'll give you your rewards soon. " You felt him play with your hair as you began to bop your head as quick as you could, you can feel your jaw hurting from the size but you want to please him, you want your boyfriend to be satisfied with you.

" ahh touch yourself bunny~ touch my pussy just for me yeah? " You nod your head as you quickly put your hand inside pants as you begin to touch yourself. You look at Tomura's phone for a bit as you realize the man hasn't said anything but you can hear faint noise from it but your mind couldn't think straight as you finger yourself and suck Tomura's cock.

He quickly pulls you off for air as you pant heavily and he begins to repeat the same rough thrust into your mouth, he groans out as he pet your hair softly.

" good girl~ do you want me to take your virginity and fuck you hard? " You nod your head fast as he roughly pull you off.

" I need to hear you~ come on bunny say it for me."

" please~ fuck... Take my virginity and fuck me already. " You smirk at him as you pout at him, batting your lashes.

" please daddy~ " it's always get to him, it's one of his turn on even though he's younger then you but God he absolutely goes feral when he hears you say it.

He growls as he grabs your neck not letting his two fingers touch your skin and you can see the light burning in his eyes as he smirks at you.

He pulls you upwards to sloppy making out with you, he pulls you onto his lap as he rubs his bare cock on your crotch area.

" yeah? Bunny, you're such a hot little thing~ making me act so crazy just for you. " You whine into the kiss as he roughly pull you upwards as he carry you to his bed.

He gently put you down on the soft sheet as he pull your lips harsh.

You whine as he greedy touch every part of your body.

" stripes now! I can't handle it any longer~ " you quickly remove your clothes as it flies onto the floor, shigaraki begins to chuckle as he removes his own clothes off as well.

Tomura gets between your legs as he has a soft gentle look as he pets your face.

" so pretty... Can't believe you're mine and mine.~ " you gasp feeling the tip rubs your clit as you whimper at him softly.

" I'm yours shiggy~ " he nod his head softly as he press his forehead to yours.

" I'm yours too princess~ " you cry out as you feel him push inside of you, he rocks his hip slowly and tenderly as he watches your face with passion.

Your eyes clouded in lust as you move your hips with his movement, you can feel the sting of the stretch as your hymen is broken easily by shigaraki's thick vein cock.

You wrapped your arm around him as you bit his neck, it hurt but it's starting to feel good as you roll your hips back to his thrust.

He begins to roughly pound into you fast and eager to make you cum, he gently rubs your tears away as he coo at you.

" ahh~ you're taking me so well ughhh shit, you're so tight and beautiful babygirl~ " you cry out his name feeling your high is getting closer as you quickly wrapped your legs around his narrowed hips.

" please~ come inside of me daddy. " Tomura smirks as he leans in to whisper.

" yeah? That's why you come in here didn't you? You want to get knocked up and full with our baby right? " You nod your head quickly as you plead for him to come inside of you.

He chuckles at your needy response as he pushes his thighs under yours as he thrust into your tight pussy harder and fast.

He lightly choked you a bit as you rolled your eyes back.

He groan your name as he begins to release his thick white load inside of you, you coo sweetly as you feel warmth inside your tummy.

You cry out his name, close your eyes tight as you shake uncontrollably and you cream around his cock.

You feel his pubic hair tickling your sensitive clit as you scream out loud.

You roll your head back, he fuck his cum deeper and eager to give you more of his cum.

He pant heavily as he looked at the floor as he began to panic in fear. He quickly removes himself out of you as he gets the phone, he realizes it's still on call as he press the screen on his ear.

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.

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Silence can be hear but tomura can hear him chuckle as he felt his itch coming already.

" sensei I-.. "

" it's okay shigaraki, hope you enjoy your time with your girlfriend~ " he blinks fast as he stares at his phone as he can hear all for one say.

" make new symbols of fear for me..." Then it's hung up as he pauses to the realization as he begins to blush red and feel panicked.

You tilt your head lazily as you have a doopy smile." What wrong daddy? " Tomura look at you with a smirk as he chuckles towards you.

" nothing baby~ we're gonna start a family. I get to breed that little pussy of yours for hours." You wide your eyes as you begin to giggle as you spread your legs wide.

" come over here daddy~ I'm waiting for you~ " tomura coo at you as he smile softly.

" huh-uh~. You're gonna be a beautiful mami~ when you get nice and round with our baby~. "