#helsing ultimate

[kimbeekitty]

Countess

[northbeastart]

What all fandoms do you post here? (Too busy boopin people to check)

This is gonna be a hard one to answer, honestly. A lot of my art WIPs are Genshin Impact, Persona, Pokemon, A Hat in Time, and furry based. But I can’t say that I’m going to just be posting for those fandoms nor can I say for certain what other fandoms I’ll be doing art for. The best I can give you is a list of fandoms I’m in because I like to reblog.

Genshin Impact

Persona

Katamari

Drakengard

Nier

Star Wars

Pokemon

Nintendo

Danganronpa

Vocaloid

A Song of Ice and Fire

The Last Dragon Chronicles

Danny Phantom

ATLA

Dragon Ball

Naruto

My Hero Academia

Bleach

Ace Attorney

A Hat in Time

Resident Evil

Undertale/Deltarune

Helsing Ultimate

Soul Eater

Yu-Gi-Oh

Fire Emblem

Bakugan (the old one)

Sonic the Hedgehog

Devil May Cry

Kirby

Tales of Symphonia

Xenoblade Chronicles

Five Nights at Freddy’s

A Hat in Time

Oh my god I can’t tag all of them to reach people in said fandoms. ;n;

[ceciliasorceress]

Oh god you look like a puppy a poor lovesick puppy!

[oxymoronnonsense]

woh it's almost like that dnd group is made up of prolific voice actors who appear in lots of media. absolutely insane

[hehether]

Reverse! AU where most of them don't have no killing code, and Jason is a priest 🧍‍♂️

Vampire king Dick's dad was Edward Cullen Battinson trust me

[itsmeimcathy]

faust (1858) by charles gounod | le fantôme de l'opèra (1910) by gaston leroux | wuthering heights (1939) by william wyler | la belle et la bête (1947) by jean cocteau | labyrinth (1986) by jim henson | van helsing (2004) by stephen sommers | the phantom of the opera (2004) by joel schumacher | crimson peak (2014) by guillermo del toro | consumed (2014) by david cronenberg | nosferatu (2024) by robert eggers

[imortaus]

alucard in ‘hellsing’ manga

[coffin-of-dust]

[lady-dulcinea]

Lucy meets Van Helsing

from the Milwaukee Ballet's production of Michael Pink's Dracula Luz San Miguel as Lucy Westenra Patrick Howell as Abraham Van Helsing

[prxdk]

“He’s a monster, he’s a beast, a demon, a killer, an abomination! There isn’t a word that could contain what he is.”

“‘Husband’ always worked for me”

[k0eter]

"I ate a cat once," Alucard said matter-of-factly.

Abraham hadn't minded; the old man had never cared whether Alucard devoured the mice roaming the house or the stray cats outside – on the rare occasion the vampire was actually allowed to spend time outside. Cats had become a delicacy at some point, while mice and rats were a welcome diversion to the cold, stale blood in plastic bags.

But that one time he found a cat indoors – a young one at that, the taste was telling –, he terribly upset Abraham and young Arthur. Abraham had scolded the vampire; revoked his permission to roam the common rooms on the ground floor. And young Arthur had been crying for days, mourning the cat. At first, Alucard didn't quite understand why the boy was crying over a cat of all things. They had plenty of those in the neighbourhood, after all. The Hellsing estate wouldn't suffer any losses from a cat less, after all, wasn't Alucard their resident cat, albeit oversized and bipedal? He was much more efficient at keeping the household rat- and mice-free.

But then, after the distraught young Arthur had symbolically buried the cat - there was no body to be buried, after all, since Alucard had devoured it whole -, it dawned on the vampire. It wasn't just any cat. It was the young boy's pet companion, the one that kept the boy's bed warm at night and lulled him to sleep with its purr.

After that, Alucard decided that cats were no longer a delicacy. Abraham's wrath and young Arthur's grief had tarnished their taste; made it bitter with the taste of a grave mistake committed.

-- an excerpt from one of the dozen fic drafts on my GDrive

Edit: now available on AO3:

[alucard-thee-edgy]

FANFIC: Falling in Line Ch. 2 - Abraham Van Helsing

Click "keep reading" to read here, or you can read on Ao3

Summary: Discipline was a task that befell every Hellsing at one point or another. They could break Alucard a dozen times, turn him into an unrecognizable monster, and bend his will to their own, but they could never truly keep him from disobeying. This is part 2 of an unfinished 4-part work looking at the way that each of the Hellsings have forced Alucard to Fall in Line over the years, written from various points of view.

A flurry of panic swept through the room. 

Dracula thrashed as he lay on the operating table, his face covered with blood. Dr. Lowry collapsed to the floor, clutching his bleeding arm. Abraham cinched the vampire’s restraints and barked orders at the assistants, hastening their efforts. 

It all had happened so quickly, Van Helsing could hardly believe it. One moment he and Lowry were performing an operation as usual when the vampire suddenly broke from his sedation and lashed out, taking a sizeable chunk of the good doctor’s arm with him. Abraham muttered a curse under his breath; they knew the risks of these procedures and took every precaution possible, and it still wasn’t enough. 

Once the vampire was secured, Abraham adjusted the sedative dose and watched with bated breath. Slowly, Dracula’s limbs grew limp against the table, his skin raw and red where he strained against the straps. His hate-filled eyes ceased their frantic wandering, fixing themselves on the Professor as they dilated and clouded over. Abraham breathed a sigh of relief; the vampire was still conscious, but he wouldn’t be able to retaliate. 

“It won’t keep him down for long,” Abraham said, turning towards the assistants as they returned. The youngest of the two scurried over, clutching a familiar suitcase close to her chest. Van Helsing nodded. “Avigne, Margaret, you must tend to Dr. Lowry in my stead if I’m to placate the beast.”

The pair nodded and knelt near Dr. Lowry, careful to avoid the pool of blood collecting around him. They spoke to him in soft, encouraging tones as if they were wary to break the tenuous silence again. The good doctor only groaned in reply, still clutching his arm. He would be fine, Van Helsing told himself. One bite wasn’t enough to turn into a ghoul. He wouldn’t lose another colleague to this beast. A shadow passed over Abraham’s brow as he approached the supply table, taking a hammer and wooden stake. 

“What is the time?” he said.

Margaret’s voice trembled when she spoke. “It’s morning, sir. The sun was coming up when we went out.”

The muscles at Dracula’s jaw tensed as he hissed, his red eyes still glaring at Abraham as he drew near again. 

It was a damn shame. They were nearly done with the procedure, yet when the vampire should have been falling asleep for the day, he decided to attack. Dracula’s abilities were too volatile at the eve and end of night, and Van Helsing wouldn’t dare make that mistake again. The risk of losing progress and the risk of losing human lives was too great; from then on, they would only work in the daylight hours. Partly for safety, partly to keep Dracula from regaining his full power. Perhaps the vampire would learn his lesson, then. 

“Do you hear that, monster?” Abraham raised the stake high over the table. He muttered a quick prayer and plunged the stake into Dracula’s chest, hammering it in until the opposite end thudded against the operating table. The vampire’s mouth gaped in a hideous scream, every muscle in his face straining, yet his eyes remained defiantly locked on the old Professor. 

Abraham spat at the vampire. “You won’t spoil our plans again today. Your reign is long-since over, your powers dwindling. Stealing our blood will win you nothing but a slow, burning death . ” He stepped towards the far wall, reaching up for a crank that jutted out near his shoulder. 

Dracula’s hands opened and closed reflexively, like the twitching of a dying insect. The vampire held Abraham’s gaze as his tongue crept out from between his lips, trembling as it took in the few precious splatters of blood around his mouth. Abraham watched in horror as the wounded flesh around the wooden stake slowly healed, steadily pushing the stake out. 

A hint of a smirk played on Dracula’s lips. “Nothing… Professor…?” A laugh shook the vampire’s body, sounding more like a cough in his current state. 

“Wretched thing!” Abraham wound the crank, throwing a window wide open. The early morning light swept through the laboratory, quickly turning Dracula’s laughter into screams. The vampire’s eyes shut tight and his hands balled into fists, digging the nails into his palms so hard that they bled. The acrid smell of burning flesh pierced the air and the assistants winced. 

Angry sores erupted from the vampire’s skin wherever the light touched, swelling large and red before bursting, leaving wounds all over his body. His flesh grew taught around his bones, making him appear malnourished, even mummified. Abraham kept the window open even as Dracula’s scream petered out until it was only a quiet hiss of air. Then, the vampire fell silent. 

The assistants let out a sigh of relief and Dr. Lowry stood, cradling his bandaged arm. “Doctor Van Helsing?” he said, glancing first at the vampire, then at Abraham. “Is it dead?” 

The professor’s brow furrowed as he approached the operating table. He examined the emaciated vampire and took a washcloth to his face to wipe off what remained of the blood. Shallow breaths escaped the vampire’s mouth, but he didn’t bite. 

“No. He continues to prove his… resilience.” He ran his hand over Dracula’s abdomen where they had been operating. Though it was now pockmarked by sores, he could feel how the skin had stitched itself up and smoothed over, leaving no trace of the vivisection. Abraham set his jaw. The vampire was healing quicker now, even after all of the experiments, even with a tiny amount of blood. They wouldn’t be able to keep this up unless they found another way to weaken him. 

Abraham crossed himself. “May the Lord have mercy on your soul, demon.” He removed the stake from the vampire’s chest. “For I will not, so long as I’m living.”

[askcountdracula]

"I am Count Dracula, and I bid you welcome to my house, enter freely and of your own will!"

[abrahamvanhellsingjournal]

Entry Six: Date December 16th 1898

The more I discover, the more I wonder. Just what is he? Upon the horrid discovery a few days ago and the sheer differences I keep on finding, I wonder if perhaps I should call him a progenitor. He is the first of his kind that I am aware, the source of this disease, this plague upon the world. The original who spread it to others, both knowingly and unknowingly.

So far, I have been attempting see what makes this Progenitor as I have deemed to call him so different. He certainly more eldritchian than most vampires, even Lucy whose remains I have had exhumed in order to compare.

Fangs seem to be longer from what I can tell in comparing her body to his, and her nails too seemed to be shorter than his. It is possible this is a result of age, but hopefully Lucy can help us once more. Though she is unfortunately quite dead, perhaps I can find a live specimen to compare, because as fascinating as Dracula is, he is not the standard for his kind as I am very quickly realizing.

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