#maybe Victoria Seras-Hellsing

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So @lesmismignon wrote a delightfully quirky Hellsing-in-One Piece-universe oneshot that I thought would be really fun to draw (I was right).

What a lovely crew they would make :')

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More art reference sheets for how I draw the Hellsingers

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Hi excuse me please accept my headcannon that Integra wears makeup and Seras is the only trusted familiar for the job also

Heres the reference

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canon btw

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Integra being so tired after work to the point she just lets Alucard do whatever he fucking wants without any yelling or screaming or insulting or threatening so Alucard gets worried.

Seras come to her master’s office and sees how Alucard is about to slap Integra just to see if she’s actually dead and not asleep. And yes, she screams. Integra wakes up. She’s the one who ended up slapping Alucard.

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zorin muscle mommy?

Nah

Sketch of Seras holding Pip ❤️

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The Hellsing Organization Goes To Brazil!!

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*Pip, bandaged up as fuck*

Integra: What the hell happened to you?!

Pip, looking at Seras, then at Integra: I uh... fell down the stairs.

Seras, crossing her arms, sarcastic: Mh, you should be more careful...

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Fucking around with After effects to make fake anime screencap ...things

Precomp + Uncropped 4K fuck you quality version below the cut because why not:

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why doesn't anyone ask for something with Yandere Seras victoria x reader dear? If you can do something, please, please! I want to read something where Seras becomes obsessed with a beloved s/o and maybe Alucard supports her twisted love or believes that Seras' love is not healthy and only scares her lover, if you have time to write something like that, I will thank you very much, Otherwise ignore my request.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Seras is an interesting character for me, she's so sweet and innocent, and when twisted she can be really scary. I tried to explore this without going on too long or making this fic too boring to read. I think it worked out well. I hope you like, darling! :3

In the vast and shadowy halls of Hellsing Manor, you begin to notice that there's something different about Seras, though you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. You’ve always thought of Seras as the same sweet, strong girl, you known for so long: overprotective, affectionate, always at your side.

But lately, you’ve felt her presence a little more keenly. There’s something in the way her eyes follow your every move, her gaze tracking you with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. You tried to dismiss it as nothing more than Seras being Seras.

Still, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more behind her actions. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but you start to notice the little things. Seras seems to know what you need before you do, appearing with a cup of tea just as you’re about to get up, finishing your sentences as if she’s reading your mind. It’s comforting, in a way, to have someone so attuned to your needs but there’s a part of you that wonders how she knows so much, so quickly.

She swore she would never use her powers in anyone who isn't a vampire or a ghoul. So you choose to trust her and just brushed it off as just a sign of how well Seras knows you. But as the days turn into weeks, you start to see other changes. Her presence is constant now, from the moment you woke up to the moment you're retiring to your room, she can found nearby, almost as if she's waiting. And the other Hellsing soldiers don't approach you without a good reason, not even your friends.

It’s easy to overlook these small things, to dismiss them as nothing more than Seras being silly and enjoying to scare you. But slowly, they begin to pile up, the weight of them pressing down on you. You start to feel a chill whenever she’s near, a sense of unease that you can’t quite explain. You don’t want to believe it, don’t want to think that anything could be wrong with your beloved friend.

And there’s something in her eyes — something dark, something almost predatory. You used to see this same glow on her master's eye whenever he killed, the glee to hunt, to kill, you fear it. You catch glimpses of it when you meet her gaze. It’s there, just for a moment, before she smiles that bright, innocent smile of hers, and you tell yourself you must have imagined it.

You have imagined, right? Seras isn't capable of hurting anyone, right...?

And yet, there’s a part of you that can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

Alucard watches you both from the shadows, his crimson eyes seeing what you see but cannot believe. He noticed the change in Seras, the way her aura has darkened, the way her presence has become more… persistent. He’s amused by it, in his own way, entertained by the shift in his fledgling. But he also knows the dangers of a love that turns into obsession, of a heart consumed by darkness, for he is the king of everything that is dark.

He speaks to Seras in those moments when you’re not around, when the moon is high and all good humans are sleeping, his voice a low rumble that echoes through the halls. “Do you understand what you’re feeling, Seras?” He asks, his tone a simple warning.

You’re unaware of these conversations, unaware of the tension that’s slowly building between them. Seras hesitates when he speaks to her, unsure of how to explain the hunger that has taken root in her soul, how she wants, yearns to claim you in more ways than just one. And she is left with a mix of feelings.

“I… I love them, master!” She whispers back, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. Alucard’s eyes narrow, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Love, is it? Or is it something more… primal?”

Seras’ thoughts have taken a darker turn. She begins to dream of you — not the sweet, innocent dreams she used to have where she make flower crowns to you and you both share passionate kisses. Instead, she dreams of dark, twisted fantasies that leave her breathless and terrified in equal measure. She imagine what it would be like to have you to herself, to hold you so close that you couldn’t escape, to taste your fear, your love, your very essence.

You don’t see the danger, don’t feel the threat that Seras has become. To you, she’s still the bright light in the dark halls of Hellsing Manor, still the person you trust with all your heart, even if you're skittish around her.

Alucard sees the path she’s on, but he says nothing, content to watch as Seras spirals further into her own desires. Perhaps, he thinks, this is how it should be. After all, love is a powerful thing, but when twisted by darkness, it can become something even more potent. And in the world you live in, sometimes darkness is the only thing that can survive.

But one thing is certain: Seras’ love is no longer pure, no longer innocent. It’s something primal, something that could destroy everything you hold dear. Even you, if you were to reject her.

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I made Hellsing character aesthetic boards. If anyone even cares

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Don't tell, don't fear [Alucard (Hellsing) x Reader(Oneshot)]

Summary: Since the disappearance of your neighbour, Seras Victoria, strange and unsettling occurrences have begun to unfold in your home.

// Okay, I had this in my drafts since the New Year's, but I forgot to post it. So I do it now.

And here is the poem I wrote for this oneshot, if you're interested:

‘Don’t tell, don’t fear,

It is all to hear, all to see.

Yours to dream, mine to think

See me in the realm.’

‘Don’t tell, don’t fear,

It is all to hear, all to see.’

 A couplet that has been haunting you for weeks now.  It first started appearing when someone that you lived in the complex with, Seras Victoria, disappeared. You last saw her right before she went on that vicious mission, after which no one saw her in the neighbourhood again. 

 Of course, rumours started to spread quickly, who doesn’t like good gossip after all? Some say that she was killed alongside her entire police team on the mission, others that she had met someone and just went to live somewhere else. But still, she left her belongings here and no one has come to the apartment yet. Just what happened to the girl? You don’t know, and it seems that it somehow got you in this situation.

 You were just coming from work when you found the message written on your door, a two-line poem. Written in some strange liquid that seemed like blood:

‘Don’t tell, don’t fear,

It is all to hear, all to see.’

 The police don’t seem interested in your case anymore. They still haven’t found any leads on how or when the messages were left, let alone who.

 “That’s all we can do,” the young policeman told you in an almost apologetic tone, “maybe try and move somewhere else.”

 It is as if you didn’t try to escape this by sleeping anywhere besides your apartment– hotels, friends’ houses- yet every time you find the message written somewhere. It was a lost cause, you should just pray that it won’t get you killed- or worse.

 As such, you walked back to your house, a defeated look on your face. What else can you do? Whoever or whatever left you these messages seems to be intangible, almost inexistent, detectives couldn’t even find a trace of someone else in your home.

 The moment you stepped inside, the message appeared on your door once again. But this time, something was different. The words moved in different ways, almost like they were alive.

 “Don’t tell, don’t fear,” a strange voice suddenly echoed in the room. It seemed to be a man’s. " Don’t fear.” The words now started to merge, forming a strange figure. 

 At the sight, you started to panic, screaming for help as you ran deeper into your home. Maybe you could find something to protect yourself with. 

 “It’s all to hear, all to see,” the voice was now clear, and the strange creature chuckled as footsteps slowly approached you. “Yours to dream, mine to think”, the poem! Did it continue the poem?

 You were now in the kitchen, knife in hand, cross in the other. Whatever it was that was chasing you, it surely was demonic. “See me in the realm.”

 Now, the poem was completed, and there was a tall man in front of you. No, it wasn’t a human, his demeanour, his features, were of a monster. One which seemed to target you.

  It chuckled softly as if it wanted to tame you. A beast who stole the face of a human wanted you, if not, then why it didn’t hurt you yet? Why it didn’t want to eat you, to free you from its game once and for all? His pale complexion, which was a pleasant contrast to its dark costume and red coat seemed more than pleased with the situation, as indicated by the grotesque smirk it holds. 

 “Come on,” a deep, almost alluring voice echoed, “why so afraid all of the sudden?” The monster’s tone was disapproving, yet amused. But any other clear emotions were hidden by its glasses.  Then, it slowly moved forward, it was testing you.

 An unspoken pact, that’s what it was. If you let it come too close, your every fear will become a reality, if not, the same thing will happen, but it will end a lot more slowly. After all, it didn’t want the fun to end just yet.

  Thud. It was even closer. Thud. Your shaking hands pointed the knife at its heart. Thud. He was your new master, you lost. So, that’s what happened to Seras, she was now under this creature’s influence.

 His hand closed over yours, guiding the knife to his chest. The blade hovered over his heart, trembling. Was he taunting you—or daring you to act? He tested your limits once again. And you had given in. Your resolve crumbled under the weight of your fear, your desires twisting into something dark and unrecognizable. You gave in, letting him claim every part of you—your thoughts, your fears, your will. The cross made a hard sound as it fell on the floor.

 “Don’t tell, don’t fear,/ It is all to hear, all to see. Yours to dream, mine to think/See me in the realm.” it chanted again while stabbing himself. His red eyes devoured your reaction, all too pleased, as he began again, “Desire is a curious thing, don’t you think? It binds, it blinds, and yet it leads you straight to me. Tell me, little one, what do you crave most? I already hold your soul; perhaps I’ll take your dreams next.”

 His free hand moved to hold you by your lower back. You were now his.

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they seem to be very good friends

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And how about a bonus shot with Seras.

"Now then, let's go and die like mangy dogs."