#hellsing utlimate

[skeletonfumes]

Hellsing Ultimate (2006-2012)

[the-hellsing-organisation]

[icecry]

Funfact: Some decor in Benedict’s room. A lot of references to birds and flight.

[bookwormmedz]

Okay so it’s my yo girl again and my small town is having a festival we have rides, food, games, stands that sell stuff, etc and I was wondering if you could do some hcs for Captain and Amai going to a festival with their and thank you again love!!!

At this current time I have a wretched infatuation with Captain America and I literally thought of him when reading this. BUT FEAR NOT, I know of which Captain you speaketh! P.S If anyone likes Marvel or DC, hit me up with those REQUESTS *cough*. Cute request, I can’t wait to write it for you sweetie! - Medinah

The Captain 

He will win ALL THE TOYS for his s/o. This is a silent man, albeit a man with unwavering conviction. Expect to see him at almost any game stand that has offerings of fluffy toys and he will shower his s/o with them.

Cap is all for the food. His s/o just needs to hold some food near his mouth and it’ll be gone in a second or less. He is the type to eat and snack while walking around the festival attractions. 

Does not like rides. He much prefers to watch s/o on them while he waits at the side lines. Something about rides makes him uncomfortable. 

Likes to run his hands along trinkets and stones displayed at jewelry stands. He is fascinated by small objects, especially when they are hand crafted. The ones he particularly likes, he buys to gift his s/o. 

Sees his s/o’s delight at candy floss and wants to see the excitement for himself. Ends up sticking his nose into it to smell it and gets some stuck on there. Makes his s/o laugh uncontrollably for at least a minute or two.

Total fluffy lover, and adores all the intimate moments like holding hands and bodily warmth whilst walking around the place. 

Amai Mask 

Honestly doesn’t want to be spotted at a small time fair, but would do anything for his s/o. Vows to make it the time of their life. 

Initially tries to buy all the toys and plush teddies before realizing he actually has to effort to get them. He comes to find he is terrible at the fair games though. 

Although he seems like a man of refined taste, he savours any intimate moment with his s/o where he can fluster them to bring out their true self. Takes s/o to the ferris wheel to share a deep kiss with them before they descend back to the ground. 

Refuses to get on the spinning teacups because they make him sick but he is too prideful to admit this to his s/o. Ends up getting extremely dizzy and leaning on his s/o for support until they get to a bench to sit on. 

Shares sweets and other confectionery while sitting with his s/o under a starlit sky. He makes it a habit to tuck their hair behind their ear or move their bangs from their eyes. “You’re beautiful” he says, as he leans in for another meeting of lips. The confectioneries made the kiss that much more sweeter. Sweet, like his s/o.

[marias-wonderland]

My Lord and saviour Alucard helps me make it through the day🙏🏻

How do you do fellow alucard fans

[xthebirdofhermesx]

Hellsing: Rememberances - Chapter 3

I’m compiling on #Ao3, here, as I go for anyone interested in reading start to finish without having to scroll through Tumblr.

This... started as two little scenes in my head, and now is spiraling out of control in my head. I need to think. Figure out if there’s a small plot I can conjure for a bit since this is all still technically before Ultimate “began”. And where to go from there. Hmmmmmm. Chapter 4 will be part II, and its shaping up to be from Alucard’s perspective, so stay tuned! I have no idea when I’ll get the next part done (This one went really fast, but IRL is a jerk sometimes, and my muse can be a stubborn turd at others) but I will try and have it up as soon as I can figure out what “it” looks like ^_^

Saints and Sinners: Part I Looking in the full length, antique floor mirror that had been her grandmother’s at one time, Integra Hellsing had to admit even she thought she looked a little pale. It wasn’t the dress. The black satin bodice and a-line skirt, strapless frock was lovely and classy. Despite her general aversion to dresses as she’d become far more comfortable in pants over dresses nowadays, she very much liked the 50s style to it. The capelet that covered her shoulders was beaded lace, with a high collar and satin ribbon tie that allow her to affix her crucifix pin to it was well. Hair braided up around her head, she’d decided to go with an up style unlike her normal long, flowing plaits - she felt it made her look more distinguished.

Nor was her pallor a result of the Hellsing operation the evening prior. An operation that had required her to order the execution of approximately fifteen ghoul freaks, one proper vampire and more than two dozen civilians that were on their way to becoming mindless ghouls. No, that was her job. Her duty to Queen and country as was the legacy of her proud family. No, no she’d not even lost a wink of sleep over that.

No, she knew exactly from whence her pallor came. This night there was a party being held in her honor. Downstairs nobility of England, Knights of the Council of Twelve and others, supporters from the Church of England, and what few family friends outside of that left to the Hellsing family were already arriving. There were police officers and royal guard at the gate down the drive and the house proper preventing media and unwanteds from entering. Walter had been bustling about for a week now with preparations, phone calls and deliveries for the food, flowers, decor and his normal duties. Hellsing manor had not seen such a soiree in decades. All for one, momentous evening.

It was Integral Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing’s eighteenth birthday.

Giving the difficult orders, even at her age, were no longer an issue. Fighting monsters, freaks both with her ultimate weapon, or on the rare occasion she herself had found need or situation to fight, no longer intimidated or threatened her. Nobility and political events, while not her favorite as she detested being unarmed, were also not the issue.

She was going to have to socialize .

Her training as both the head of the Hellsing organization and a knight of the realm was perfection. Overseen by the Queen herself at times, she had never received anything but perfect marks in combat, etiquette, procedure, language or any common core educations. But when it came down to it, she had been raised by a retired vampire slayer as her butler… and Dracula himself. She hadn’t the foggiest idea how she was supposed to maintain idle chit-chat, non work related conversation or casual discourse… with anyone.

Be it from practice, or the fact that he wasn’t trying to be stealthy, Integra saw when the shadows of her room darkened, and Alucard manifested from the wall behind her. She did not see him in the mirror, but the hair at the back of her neck stood up in the presence of his power, as it always did. The human mind, be it unexplained science, or instinct, recognized a predator and their power regardless of trust.

“You should knock,” she said flatly before turning around to face him. She could tell from the wide grin on his face, he was likely entirely informed of her state of mind. Regardless of how many times she’d asked or ordered, when it came to reading her thoughts Alucard could not seem to help himself.

He chuckled, the deep baritone of his voice bringing chill bumps to her exposed arms. “I could not help myself,” he answered as if she’s spoken aloud. “Not tonight. Your trepidation is palpable, and called to me. The fearless Integral Hellsing… chewing her lips over a party.” His head inclined slightly to one side in curiosity. “You had no fear ordering the murder of more than thirty souls not twenty-four hours ago. And yet the living terrify you.”

“The Salvation of those souls is my duty, servant . We released them from a tortured existence. Do not mistake or twist my purpose.”

The large smile returned to the tall man’s face. Integra noticed that he was missing his typical long red coat and dark suit in favor of a different one. So black it seemed to absorb light, the double breasted coat was long, to a few inches above the knees of his matching, pleated pants. Even the red satin cravat he wore was pressed, tied over a new black dress shirt. Though she also noted his unruly mass of back hair was as ever long in the front and shorter in back, curling wildly as if it had a mind all its own.

Red, glowing vampiric eyes narrowed as the ancient vampire observed her, observing him. “Penny for your thoughts,” he rumbled smugly at his own joke.

Integra merely raised one perfectly arched eyebrow over her crystal blue eyes. “You look… nice.”

This clearly amused him as the No Life King’s head fell back with laughter. At the same time he began walking towards her slowly. “Oh my sweet master,” he said, stopping only inches from her, “How you strive for your heart to be carved from the coldest, most unyeilding ice. And yet I know so much differently.”

Now it was her turn to incline her head curiously. “So you believe,” she said, but were she honest, she wasn’t sure what he knew - or thought he knew.

Alucard just smiled. “Tonight, you become the true, legal leader of this organization.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

“Am I?” he purred. “Or am I acknowledging that the beautiful, bloodthirsty and unflinching granddaughter of my once nemesis stands before me wrapped like a Christmas present in satin and disdain… on the day she becomes legally an adult?”

She frowned before she could school her reaction, replaying his words in her mind as she had no idea what on Earth they were supposed to mean together, until- oh. Oh. Ohhhhh .

He was granted the satisfaction of seeing her blush hotly before she turned away from him and reaching for her black, satin wrist gloves. “You’re disgusting, Alucard. How dare you imply such undertones in my presence. Had I any time for such thoughts, they would certainly not be of a five and a half century-old warlord King turned monster.”

“Liar.”

That one word hung in the air between them along with her hesitation and his shit-eating grin.

“No man or woman is in control of their unconscious mind. How dare you-”

“The unconscious mind merely shows us the truths of what we refuse to acknowledge with our conscious minds.” His voice was closer. Right over her shoulder now. She’d been so lambasted at the subject, she’d not been paying attention peripherally and certain not seen him move in the mirror as he bore no reflection.

Straightening up to turn and give Alucard a rather loud piece of her mind, Integra’s voice caught in her throat when she found herself nose to nose with him. Steel. Her mind had to be steel. Her expression, steel. Heart? Steel. It took such a mantra to not give him the satisfaction of her surprise. “You’re invading my personal space, vampire.”

“Mmm, am I?” He did not move a muscle.

“Stand back, monster. That is an order.”

One dark eyebrow raised slowly towards his hair, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “As you wish, my master - if ,” he said, still right where he had been, “That is what you truly desire.”

God help her she hesitated. He was right, she’d been dreaming about him in very… blush worthy ways. She was well read, she knew all the biology lessons and the chemicals involved with growing up, maturing both mentally, emotionally and sexually. She understood attraction. She understood what romance was. In fact, she had a small stash, in the box under her bed, of lovely little fantasy fiction novels, each with a bit of romance in them that usually made her sigh internally. None of this was unexpected, or abnormal.

Other than the subject of her explicit dreams being the most powerful of all vampires and king of the undead.

“It is what I truly desire,” she snapped at him, but her voice cracked, and he just grinned more wildly.

“Liar.”

“That’s twice you’ve called me a liar tonight and if you do it again, I will shoot you myself with every blessed bullet I can lay my damn hands on!” she prattled off at him as if it were rote. Which, if she were honest, it was becoming that way.

But Alucard didn’t back up. He stopped leaning, standing to his full height and allowing her to stop leaning away from him at an odd angle. However he still stood so very close to her. His ruby eyes never leaving her face, Alucard reached up and ran the back of his gloved fingers over the rise of her cheek. “What would you say, if I asked you to join me in unlife, my master? To rule the night, drink blood, cut down any who would oppose us and be my queen for eternity as an equal?”

Integra either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care that she had plenty of room to step away from him now that he wasn’t leaning. His caress of her face burned through her and she was having a hard time parsing in her mind what exactly was happening to her. “I would rather die than become a monster like you.”

“And what would you say after that?” he grinned. “After you gave me the answer your Council and the Queen and England expect of you- what you were raised to say- what you may superficially believe you mean- now that that answer is out of the way… What would your heart answer?”

She blinked at him slowly, wanting with everything she was to affirm that her words were in fact the answer to both. That she would never give in to such a dark, evil temptation and that he would leave her quarters right that instant to his dungeon to miss the party as punishment for his insubordination. That or just unload a clip into him to make herself feel better.

That is not, however, what happened.

If there was one thing that she could say with clarity and certainty, it was that she had never lied to Alucard. She may have omitted information not pertinent to him, or for the protection of herself mostly- especially after her final testing as part of her schooling where she’d had to go to London proper and a facility in which he followed and made a nuisance of himself all damn day. And she would try to conceal her privacy, lying about seeing him in her dreams or other such personal business because he was ever so damnably nosy. But she had never once lied… about anything truly big or important. Oddly… this felt big and important.

“I do not know, Alucard,” she sighed and crossed one arm over her chest, the other pressing a palm to her forehead. “If you asked me now- here and now... not in hypothetical, I would say no. I have too much to do, both in duty and as a person, too much to accomplish and experience as a human being to have any desire to step off this mortal coil and onto the dark, monstrous immortal one you walk.

“But if I were dying, if there was no hope to save my life and I knew the end was near… I cannot say for certain I would turn you down.”

He had been listening with a bemused expression at her internal turmoil and patently Hellsing answer, but with her final words his face alit with a nearly manic smile. “That, my master, is not a no.”

She sighed lifting her head from her palm to roll her eyes and look at him. “How observant of you. I am about to have to go field over one hundred people I barely know, and like even less in some cases, and I do not have the widgets to play your games right now.”

“Then, with your permission, may I give you your birthday gift, and escort you down stairs, my master?” he asked and Integra knew, expected there was a catch. At the very least something he was hiding.

“Fine,” she rumbled and stuffed her hands into her gloves. But then a thought occurred to her. “Wait when would you have left to get me anythin-”

She was cut off when he reached out and placed a hand in the small of her back and pulled her against his chest. He did not pin her, if Integra wanted to squirm away, she could have and they both knew it. She thought about it, and he saw it in her eyes that she thought about it.

And yet, she did not move.

“What are you doing?”

Alucard smiled broadly. “Giving you your birthday gift.”

He leaned down, and the moment his lips brushed hers, Integra had never known such fire to ignite within her. His skin was cool but soft and she found that not only had the old bastard bothered to put on cologne and brush his teeth, but she ached very suddenly, and very painfully for him to finish that physical thought.

Alucard only grinned where she could feel it, hovering but not actually making the final movement that would bring them together. “Oh for Heaven’s sake, you bastard,” she swore and lifting up on tiptoe, pressed her lips to his in a chaste, but heated kiss.

His other arm came around her and cradled the back of her neck, her arms coming to wrap around his neck and hold him there so she could kiss him longer. A soft, but deeply male moan escaped him and Integra knew that if this continued, there was a solid chance she might have a very impressive list of regrets in the morning.

Or merely an impressive list of firsts.

A knock on the door shattered the momentary spell, and Integra found herself suddenly staring at Alucard’s back where he stood between her and the door, and any possible threats. “Madame, the guests have arrived,” Walter’s voice called politely from the other side of the door. “I believe it is time for you to make your entrance. Shall I fetch the Count?”

Tucking a stray strand of hair loosed in their moment behind her ear, Integra cleared her throat and straightened her dress. “I believe he knows, Walter. That won’t be necessary. I will meet you atop the stairs in a few moments.”

“Of course, my lady.”

When Walter’s footsteps could no longer be heard, Integra looked up to Alucard to see his eyes glowing darkly under the shadow of his hair. He’d moved so quickly she’d not only not seen, but it had taken a second for her to register what had happened. Now, she stood staring into the burning eyes of a damned soul and true monster. She had to remember that. She had to remind herself that he was a monster, her servant. A weapon. A tool to we wielded against the darkness…

...And if he had then leaned down to kiss her again, she would not have stopped him.

Hell.

Before her train of thought could go any further, she noticed that same monster was holding his arm out to her like a gentleman. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A handsome, dark angel of death and destruction. Some might say The Devil Himself.

“Best not to keep your public waiting,” he rumbled, but there was more to his tone than his usual torment in that statement. If Integra had a gun to her head for an answer, she’d have guessed there was a note of longing to his words.

Accepting his arm and letting him lead her to the door, she acknowledged in her mind for the first time that day that she was actually terrified of the living downstairs and completely… well at least mostly, comfortable with the monster on whose arm she walked. As he opened the door, she stopped him, tugging ever so slightly at his elbow. “Alucard,” she whispered, preventing echoes and eavesdropping, “Do not stray far from me this evening.”

His expression melted from poise, to sadistic delight as he smiled. “Is that an order, or a request, my master?”

She thought about it a moment, facing forward once more to resume their pace. Finally she sighed.

“Both.”

[tokyoghoul95]

Alucard vs. valentine

[chu-a-la-creme-blog]

I see a post on season 2 of One Punch Man... And I was like why ? This anime is so empty... I am not saying that it's bad or good. I like badass fight but in One Punch Man it's just some random fight for nothing... Yes, it's entertaining but there isn't a real story and background in the season one so why make a second season ? It's remended me Hellsing Utlimate... Any way...

[marias-wonderland]

Omg, i love it! Was thinking of something similar some time ago but thank God you actually bothered to share it on tumblr

Accidental AU no.3 - Actor AU

Not really accidental but we randomly started talking about it and adore it too much not to post it!!

What if Hellsing characters were actors.... for Hellsing

• Hans: "Oh my GOD finally I can talk again! Being mysterious because you don't talk- okay! But that shit? Man... no!"

• Alu: Do i really have to lick the floor? Cus if yes... Yikes

• Major: I'm glad that my german parents teached me this annoying accent, but it's not only annoying... it's fucking hard to do that!

• Schrödinger, reading the script: So basically I'm a furry...?

• Anderson: Yoooo vlad my dearest brother from another mother- I'm sorry but the next scene is a fight scene and even though you beat me last night with the vodka... I'm gonna win this one!

• Integra: Smoking? REALLY?! No! I'm not gonna- you do cgi? Okay, deal

• Seras: Aw man... i hate these push up bras- does this character really need so much tiddy?!

• Alu fighting Anderson: come @ me bro!! *the fight scene gets interrupted by them both laughing*

• Pip: I'm gonna die? Aw man... But at least I get the cool scenes!

Alex: we're all gonna die, what do you want?

• Doc: I am NOT discussing the outfit. I LOVE IT

• Maxwell: My voice... after all this manniacly screaming... it's dead like most of the cast-

• Alexander casing Maxwell around with a bayonet after they played the death scene just for fun. — Bonus points if Maxwell screams

• Alu making a selfie with pips running death scene in the backround and Integra stands besides him with the peace sign

• Maxwell making photos as Alu sleeps in one of the studio corners bc the nightscenes had to be made

• Zorin suffering with her Make-up. The Makeup-artists suffer as well

• Heinkel just annoyed bc the bandages for the last scenes. Scenes have to be remade cus those bandages constantly slip

• Heinkel just screaming of frustration and Anderson has to stop her from glueing them in place

• The dark gloomy scenes just get the funniest in the studio. So many bloopers

• Anderson just forgetting the bible texts and HE'S RECITE ANYTHING! Like starwars. Hobbit. Harry Potter

• *crosses bayonets* ... May the force be with you-

•"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

"Wasn't it more like... y'know... biblical stuff?"

"Yeah... I forgot..."

"Again?!"

"TRY TO REMEMBER THE BIBLE YOU BITCH!"

• *"stabs" Alucard* AVADA KEDAVRA

Alu: *laughing HARD*

As always. Maybe more will be added. But so far....its free to use. Just @ us so we can see it! :DD

[the-hellsing-organisation]

[princess-frick]

Work doodles show where my head space is dancing right now.

[bookwormmedz]

Hi! I just discovered your blog cuz of the Hellsing requests post! I was wondering, if it's not too much trouble, could I request an imagine where the reader works for Hellsing but The Captain has a thing for them, even though they should be mortal enemies?

First of all, since I first read this request, in the time I took to write it we have become the best of friends! So thank you my bestie, for loving the same guys that I do and sharing that love with me! I did my best to do this justice! Hope you like it! - Medinah 

Catching the attention of the Hellsing Organization was noeasy task, much less getting employed to work for them. _____ scratched theback of his neck, sitting nervously in front of Sir Integra Fairbrook WingatesHellsing. She lit herself a cigar, eyeing him and his somewhat unnervedcountenance.

“That’s some move you pulled, saving those children fromfalling steel beams in broad daylight. What are those abilities of yoursanyway?”

“Well…” he stated nervously “to be formal, I think it wouldbe something along the lines of Psychic Force Field Generation. It’s a psionicpower, sir.”

Though she only had smoked barely a quarter of her cigar,she stubbed it out into her ash tray, looking intently at the young man infront of her.

“You do realize why you’re here don’t you? The Hellsingorganization could use a fine talent like yours. We’ll pay you handsomely ifyou’re worried about the money. We’ll even eliminate that media attentionyou’re getting. You just need to follow instructions and lay low.”

“As nice as that all sounds sir, I don’t know a thing aboutmy powers except that I can activate them under high levels of mental stress.”

“That’s fine, I’m sure we will find an adequate way aroundthat. I suppose that’s a yes then? I don’t often ask people twice.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Hmph” Integra said, visibly satisfied with the results oftheir discussion “you’ll find your uniform waiting with the Manor’s retainer,Walter. He’ll have everything you need, as well as the answers to any questionsyou may have in regards to life at the Hellsing Manor.”

“Yes, thank you sir.”

“Good” she waved her hand at him “you’re dismissed for now.If I need you, I’ll send Walter to call for you.”

When _____ stepped outside, he was aptly greeted, aspromised, by the household retainer, Walter. He was an elderly man but of goodcomplexion. Kindly, almost.

“Ah, _____ was it? I’ve heard much about you. Born into anaverage family with an IQ ranging just above 160. What was the value? 165? Youare quite the catch for the organization, if I may say so myself young man.”

“Thank you sir, I am humbled.”

“Please, call me Walter.”

Everything at the Manor seemed beyond what _____ hadexperienced in his life thus far, but it seems settling in just wasn’t in thecards for him. Once he arrived to his allotted room, Walter curtly wished him agood night. He entered the room, only to find that the window was ajar and ayoung boy, with feline ears protruding from his head sat upon his bed, swishingwhat appeared to be his tail, happily.

Before he could ask any questions, in the corner of his eye,he could see a slender, fairly tall, bespectacled female pointing what seemedto be a rifle directly at him. She pulled the trigger but ______ felt no pain.Slowly, he felt himself lulled to sleep, a numbing sensation taking over hisnormally strengthened mind.

He awoke only an hour later, but not in the Manor. He was ina bed, but his wrists and ankles were bound, albeit loosely. His eyes flickeredaround, looking for familiar faces, or at least the ones he saw just before hewent unconscious.

No-one, just silence and darkness with the room illuminatedonly by the light of the moon slipping through the window. He wracked his brainfor answers, or at least a possible escape route. He let go of this notion whenhe realized his mind was too static to even conjure anything sufficient, so hedecided to stay put. Before long, someone had come for him, and hopefully withanswers to the plethora of questions he had almost tipping over in hisoveractive mind.

His unlucky streak hadn’t seemed to cease as the door wasswung open and a figure stood at the doorway. The man who appeared was ofmassive stature, towering over most men and adorned with a uniform ______ recognizedas belonging to the Afrika Korps who were a German expeditionary force whoserved in WWII if his memory served him well. His eyes were almost like glowingorbs, lighting up the darkened room where ______ was being kept.

“Now, I know I am in no position to ask questions or to makedemands, but why was I brought here?”

The taller man kept his gaze on _______, not a whisper escapingfrom his mouth in response.

He attempted talking to the bulking mass of a man to noavail; he would not say a word.  

The feline boy appeared then, appearing like a small childcompared to the physicality of the silent man who kept his gaze locked onto him.

“Ah, you’re awake then? Captain here was keeping a close eyeon you the entire time, making sure you’re okay! I think he has a little crushon you!”

As if to agree, a pink rouge spread across the cheeks ofthis giant man, who ______ knew to be The Captain. ______ felt himself mentallychuckle at the fact that such a larger than life person could be swayed by acouple of words from a petite, slender feline boy.

“Anyway, I can’t say much now, but we were given orders totake you to The Major, so we are here to escort you!”

The feline boy unfastened the leather straps used to detainhim, allowing him to get up and follow behind them.

That was then, almost a week ago now. Through that time, TheCaptain had become more than intimate with ______, first going to give him hismeals and then sitting with him, watching him go about his daily activities.The Captain watched him write memos in his journal, and eventually kept himcompany until he fell asleep. He was kept in captivity but he lived happilyenough, doing his best to keep positive. The Captain admired that. He had noproblem with having The Captain around and actually savoured the company andattention of this man that had really grown on him. One day, when he was braveenough, the lycan climbed into ______’s bed just as he was getting to sleep.

“Oh, you want to sleep here tonight? Won’t you be introuble?”

He nuzzled his nose into ______’s neck as if to say he didn’tcare, that there was more on his mind. By more, he supposed, maybe it was him.

[marias-wonderland]

OMG I WAS LOOKING FOR THIS SPECIFIC VERSION OF THE SONG EVERYWHERE!!

Sugar Song and Bitter Step by ShadowLuhi Author’s note: Finally I do it!!!! Pls watch my MAD movie<3www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm31166…

[animentality]

Ultimate is awesome ! Hope your enjoying it , sooo much more bad ass than the original Hellsing anime. I'm a little bit in love with Alucard 😳😍 ( ok a lot in love with)

i understand. 

Ultimate is so much more badass, like holy shit, it's so much better crafted and the fights are so much more epic.

I'm not sure if I like that the episodes are an hour long though. I could work my way through an anime much easier when the episodes are only twenty something minutes.

But that's fine. 

I've sort of dedicated all my time to Hellsing this weekend anyway, so...

[toxicscars666-blog-blog]

[marias-wonderland]

This version of dracula certainly enjoys wine

Messy drinker 🍷