#of him. and not like. harker harming his family

[meancroissant]

We're on episode 3 of bodies rn, so I'm gonna write here some theories me and my friend have. to check on them later

either on of the Maplewoods (detective or brother) OR the commander/Elias (unclear if that's the same person, tho possible) will kill THE body

in 1891: maybe Ashe will be from the KYAL cult (pls don't be tho) but it's probably the coroner

also 1891: Harker looks awfully similar to the commander....?

now each detective has a child in their life to whom harm may come. someone said that they're gonna harm 2 (or even 3) of them. sooo. does every detective need a child that gets put in the harms way?

maybe detective Maplewood is gonna travel through time to fix it and meet the other detectives? We're unsure about the time travel rules in this world

just finished s4 of tma. and also we're in the middle of watching Bodies on netflix. i feel like I'm gonna explode (positively)

[dross-the-fish]

Do you have a timeline about events that happened in your timeline?

Like when the villains + characters were introduced?

I do have a timeline, I hope you have time to read it, it's long. Lawrence Talbot (universal's Wolfman) gets bitten and turns into a werewolf, killing his family on his first transformation. Quincey and Larry seek out Doctor Watson for help because they don't know who else to turn too and Watson treated the initial wolf bite. Watson is also suspicious because there were no reports of a wolf escaping from a zoo and there are no wild wolves in Britain. They begin seeking out possible cures for Larry, this puts them on track for the Jekyll/Hyde encounter. After some convincing Edward joins the team and begins researching a serum to cure Larry. Research leads them to vampire attacks. Watson recalls that Holmes disappeared searching for an alleged vampire in the countryside. They meet Theo but she doesn't join them, currently Theo is still on team Dracula taking refuge with the brood hanging around Dorian Gray. Edward has a small breakthrough after speaking to a sailor at a dockside pub one night, he's put on the trail to find Victor Frankenstein's alchemical research. This leads him to Walton's ship and the expedition to the arctic where they encounter the Creature Adam joins the crew after Watson convinces him. The crew return to England and find that vampire activity has increased, more people have gone missing and they are tipped off by Theo that Dorian Gray has been hosting parties that end in the disappearances of guests. Selma is summoned by the Harker family to join as she is a vampire hunter, she leaves Texas and arrives in the UK. She and Edward hook up. The crew investigate Dorian Gray and through Theo's help obtain invitations to his parties. Dorian seduces Adam, while Dorian is distracted the crew hunt for Dorian's portrait. Once the portrait is found the crew get their first insight to devil contracts. They steal the portrait for study. Adam obsesses over Dorian and has to be talked down from stalking and killing him. Theo is outed as a traitor and has to flee from Dorian's brood. She seeks out the crew for shelter and is offered that Edward will research a cure for vampirism if she actively joins the crew. Theo agrees. A letter for Sherlock arrives indicating that the managers of an Opera house in Paris are dealing with a haunting. Watson is at first, averse to leaving for France but after a suggestion from Quincey that it might be worth looking into if this Phantom is really supernatural. There is suspicion that the Phantom is a vampire or connected to Dorian Gray as Dorian keeps a residence in Paris and is known to frequent the opera. This leads to the encounter with Erik and the Daroga. While in France Adam requests that they take a detour to Geneva, he wants to see what became of the Frankensteins after Victor died. He finds that Ernest had survived and the Frankenstein family continues to live there, they have recovered from the tragedy and the new generation is happy and thriving. Adam is relieved and decides not to make contact for the time being but he does sneak into manor and look for more of Victor's research. He is seen by Ernest's granddaughter who instantly realizes what he is. He begs her not to scream and promises that he's not here to do her harm, he only came for Victor's notes. She allows him to take them. He apologizes to her for the harm he caused and she accepts, albeit warily and it's uncertain to Adam if her acceptance was the product of fear. He leaves well enough alone and vanishes into the night.

Further research into Victor's notes reveals that there is a journal missing, efforts to track down the journal reveal it fell into the possession of Doctor Moreau. While the crew gathers to find Moreau they are robbed by Griffin the invisible man in an attempt for him to steal back Dorian's portrait. Griffin is first sensed by Theo who can smell him and later by Edward who can hear his heartbeat. As Griffin tries to escape he is caught in one of Erik's traps. During his questioning at the hands of Edward, who has far too much fun with the interrogation, Griffin escapes. The crew track down Doctor Moreau, who is hiding on an island in the Mediterranean, Adam is disgusted by the treatment of Moreau's creations and incites them to rebel. He is horrified to discover that Moreau was inspired by Victor's work and used a twisted version of his methods to create the surgically altered "mythical beasts" he controls. The creations rise up and kill their maker, Adam asserts that it was their right to do so. In Moreau's lab they find clues that lead them to the Faust's homunculus and to the immortal ancient Egyptian, Imhotep (Universal's Mummy) The founder of alchemy and not entirely evil. Imhotep is able to raise the dead but only as soulless husks, he is intrigued by Adam as Adam may present a key to reviving his lost love. Imhotep is convinced to let Adam go and gives up the Homunculus, explaining that it can break a devil's contract. A mysterious woman named Marguerite (Faust) appears and warns the crew to return to the UK before they get in too deep. Before Watson can question the woman she disappears. Vampire activity has reached an all time peek. Mina Harker, Quincey's mother, begins to have nightmares and visions. A threatening man revealed later to be Dracula appears in London and seems to be following Quincey. Dorian has fled and his home is now taken over by a vampire named Carmilla who reaches out to Theo with an offer to join her brood. Theo declines, having found a home with the crew. It is revealed that Marguerite is Mephistopheles in disguise and he is building and army with the intent to gain a physical foothold on earth with a long term goal of overthrowing Heaven. The rest of the story focuses on the crew trying to overthrow Mephistopheles and I am still doing a lot of re-writes and moving things around but this is the broadest roadmap of events.

[ri-writing]

Would you survive as Jonathan Harker?

A post on my dash asked whether I would survive as Jonathan Harker. I suspect the question is meant to be: Would I end up captured by Dracula? And to that, my answer is: Absolutely.

With regard to the question "would I survive as Jonathan Harker," though, I know the answer to that, too. But we're going to put a cut and note "cw: abuse." I also moved this to its own post instead of replying to the original because this got pretty heavy.

I lived the real life version of Jonathan's horror. While I did not literally get captured by a blood drinker or imprisoned in a castle with the requirement of completing the hardest parkour session of my life to get to safety, I was a young lawyer who was emotionally abused, manipulated, and controlled by a more-senior lawyer for years. In doing so, that lawyer made a lot of money while keeping me completely dependent on them. Whether I kept my job - and therefore a roof over my head and food on the table - was dependent on this senior lawyer continuing to keep me around. No matter how hard I worked, the vampire demanded more. More nights. More weekends. More holidays. All while telling me I was not good enough to do this without them. Sometimes, the vampire was kind and compassionate. Sometimes, the vampire acted like they were trying to help me succeed. But this was all window dressing (though I couldn't see it at the time) and, in the end, the vampire would do what vampires do.

Until one day, I realized the truth. And then I escaped. Although I got away from the vampire, I had to start over and I had no safety net. I made a deal with a firm where they'd give me a year and I'd need to find a way to build a practice and prove my worth. The entire year, I was on the wall of that castle, wondering if the next foothold I found was going to hold or send me tumbling into the abyss below. Somehow, I made it to solid ground.

Even once I was safe, I mentally struggled. I questioned whether my abuser was right - whether it was only a matter of time before I failed and be in dire straights without them to protect me. But I embraced the support of my friends. I did the work in therapy. I grew stronger. I realized I was an excellent lawyer. I built my practice stronger, and in a way that I would never again be dependent on a single source of work so that no vampire would again control me.

Still, I would dread what would happen the next time I ran into my abuser. Finally, it happened. My path did cross once again with theirs. And I realized I wasn't scared of them any longer. I'd escaped. I'd healed. I'd built a community. I survived. And my vampire could no longer harm me.

So - would I survive as Jonathan Harker?

I did.

A lot of people have called Jonathan weak or stupid. Adaptations remove him or water down his role. Those people and adaptations are wrong.

Jonathan is why I love Dracula. His character arc is a metaphor. It's also hope. Jonathan finds love and support among his friends and family. They do not reject him when he struggles with his trauma, but support him and uplift him. Jonathan grows stronger. Jonathan survives. And it is Jonathan who, with Quincey, finally kills Dracula.

Thank you, Bram Stoker, for giving me Jonathan Harker. Through reading Jonathan's story, I was finally able to make peace with mine.

[zooophagous]

Strauss stood in the bathroom shirtless, picking at the dead skin along his arms and depositing it in the wastebin. The skin healed quickly, and was mercifully painless, but still a sensory nightmare to have all over one’s back.

Artemis stood in the doorway behind him with her arms crossed.

“You should really let the doctors look at that.”

“I would prefer not to.”

“You’re probably really dehydrated after all of-”

“I would prefer not to.” He repeated more firmly. “Apologies. I have spent too much of my existence in the hospital wing on Sylvain’s behalf already. I am not going back. I need dinner and time, that is all.”

“Alright” She shrugged. “So, over the phone you told me Sylvain wasn’t the killer.”

“She is not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I all but asked her point blank. She had no idea what I was talking about.”

“And you don’t think that was a lie?”

“No. She followed up by telling me that it would be suicidally stupid for a vampire to hunt in the same city as Ursula Harker. I tend to agree with her. From what she told me, she does not hunt. That makes sense, given how little she shows up on the radar. If she were killing, there would be a body found eventually. She would know better than to leave her ‘empties’ out in the open.”

“I guess. But that begs the question. Who did the killing, if not Sylvain? Is there another vampire in St. Joseph?”

“Who’s to say? Perhaps Sylvain has created a lackey that slipped away from its master’s lair and made itself a mess.” He sneered at his own reflection in the mirror as he spoke. “If she has such a thrall beneath her, however, I did not see one.”

“It also begs the question of who or what has been feeding her if she hasn’t been hunting.”

“She may get by on charity, like I used to. Does she have many remaining friends? Any family?”

“She wasn’t on great terms with her family, and none of them live nearby. Most of her friends were work friends, and well… that’s sort of awkward now, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I think perhaps all of our friends are now work friends. I understand the feeling.”

“Did she tell you anything else?”

“Mostly she was trying to convince me to turn my back on the Institute and make my claim in the wild. Was there anything else you were expecting?”

“I don’t know.”

Artemis leaned against the door frame and slid down slightly. She looked down and away. She asked softly.

“Did she say anything about me?”

Strauss looked away from his tattered skin at Artemis, and saw faint tears beginning to form.

“About you?”

“I mean. We were together for a while, and it didn’t exactly end well. I thought maybe she’d… have something to say. Some apology. Some token gesture.”

She sighed heavily and crossed her arms. “I should have known she wouldn’t. The woman I loved died a long time ago. I guess I just wanted some sort of closure. Maybe that’s stupid.”

“You are not stupid.”

Strauss went to her and took her hand in his claw.

“Truthfully, Sylvain did talk about you. She told me she wanted me to turn away from the institute to protect you.”

“Protect me?”

“Yes. She is of the belief that this field is too dangerous, and as long as there is a vampire near you, you are in grave peril.” He tilted his head. “She is not incorrect.”

“So she’s been harassing you on purpose to sabotage the project because she wants to protect me?” Artemis snorted. “She thinks all this dangerous bullshit is helping?”

“She is a very unwell individual. I can only tell you what she told me. I cannot extrapolate her reasons beyond that. I do not believe, however, that she has stopped loving you.”

It hurt him to admit it.

“I get the impression, Frau Van Helsing, that you have not stopped loving her.”

“I haven’t.” Artemis wiped a tear from her eyes. “I always will, on some level, you know? I can’t… be with her anymore. Even if she apologized, a physical assault like what she did doesn’t just go away. I’ll always be scarred by that. But I also don’t want…”

“You don’t want her to be harmed.”

“Yeah.” She wiped her nose. “Maybe she’s right. I am too soft hearted. I’ll get eaten alive by some vampire sooner or later.” She laughed sadly. “Maybe I should take her advice and retire. Maybe then people would stop getting hurt.”

“Frau Van Helsing. Artemis.” He lifted her chin with his claw. “You are not too “soft” for this project. If anything, your humanity is your strength.”

“You’re just saying that because you know you’re the favorite.”

“Perhaps. But, consider this. There is something you can do that no other hunter can.”

“What? Seduce a vampire into submission?” She winked.

“No.” He flushed slightly. “You can sneak up on me.”

“Hmm?”

“Yes. It bothered me, having you manage to creep up behind me so often. It is unnerving to go from stalker to stalked- but it also confused me. I can hear your heart in your chest, but I cannot hear you sneaking up on me.”

“All slayers are trained to have quiet feet.”

“No. More than that. You are the only slayer here who can muffle their own heartbeat.”

She blinked in surprise. “What?”

“I don’t know how you do it, just that it works. You have caught me unaware more than once. Nobody else can do this. I don’t even think Frau Harker can. I doubt Sylvain could either.”

“That’s some interesting perspective. I’m not sure how it helps.”

“What I am telling you is, you are uniquely adapted to your position. You have evolved to do exactly this.”

She laughed. “I evolved to stalk vampires? Maybe if vampires are the next link in human evolution, I’m the next link after them.” She smirked.

“Yes, evolving like one of Darwin’s finches. I seem to remember reading somewhere, that there are finches that consume blood. Perhaps your beak is simply beginning to turn to a more useful target.”

“Then you best not leave your heart on your sleeve for daws to peck at.”

Strauss grinned. “Are you quoting Shakespear at me?”

“Just a little. Thank you, Strauss. For sticking your neck out for use again. And for making me feel better. I still wish we had some real answers.”

“Yes. More investigation is needed. Whoever killed that young man, vampire or otherwise, I am quite sure is not done fucking with us.”

“You better sit out for a bit. With any luck Sylvain thinks you’re dead, and we can use that to keep her off your trail for a bit. That and auntie sort of wants to nail you to the wall crucifix style to keep you from running off again.”

“How is she doing?”

“Still angry at herself as ever for that hole in security. At least it’s fixed now, and no long term injuries happened from it. She’s too mopey over it to even come yell at you in person, so enjoy some second hand threats from me in the meantime.”

“If she will not come looking for me, I suppose I would like to ask. Do you desire any company this evening?”

“I’m surprised you’re up for it after all of that.”

“After all of that, Artemis, I think I need it.”

[limetameta]

The worst thing to come from rewatching hellsing ultimate is that now YET AGAIN I am thinking of my cringe Canon divergence fic I made up as a wee child where Quincey Harker's grandson and Integra Hellsing are matched by the Queen of England (no Alucard, much to your detriment your 1940s sweetheart won't let you change her mind - no changing your form into girlycard won't help)

But you see he's American^TM. Because Mina and Johnathan took one look at Abraham biding Alucard to the Hellsing family AND keeping him in England and said: We will run! We are leaving, good sirs!

Abraham: But you have nothing to worry about! He is bound! A servant! He is nothing!

Mina and Johnathan, absolutely traumatized, holding their baby boy Quincey: WE ARE LEAVING!

So they move to America. And stay there. But something is a little up with Quincey, though. He's just a tad stronger than you'd expect. A really killer athlete that can outrun most folks in his school.

Because the whole thing with Mina not turning into a vampire is that Dracula got killed. By not killing Dracula let's still say: OK Mina is in the clear! She didn't turn into a vampire. She was cured! (I feel like my man Johnathan would never let Abraham experiment on Mina to see HOW she did not turn, because Johnathan is a good man and Van Helsing is a wacky old mad scientist)

So let's assume for the sake of this au that Mina is human enough to pass, but that progressively it gets... harder to hide the vampirism. Not in its most natural state. But the Harker family is a bit odd.

Cut to Quinceys grandson - I don't know called Jeffrey or something. And he is a professional American hunter on all things occult. Looks human. Can go in the sunlight. Blunt teeth. Eats food. Except he doesn't necessarily hunt like a human.

But that's not important yet. Alucard will sniff that out and come to Integra to debrief.

The entire premise of this would be that it follows the hellsing ultimate beat. So it'd have 10 chapters. The biggest divergence would be that McAmerican Man over there is at the right place at the right time and stops the Cat Boi from doing the thing, and so Alucard doesn't disappear for 30 years.

I remember reading fics where Integra is told she must marry and in those fics she always takes it in stride. She is always like yes of course I will do my Hellsing duty. I am an old woman of 22 and so of course I must make haste and pop out at least 5 children. All male.

So my big idea was that in this fic both Alucard and Integra would be SO in on it and they would collaborate and work together to drive this McAmerican Man away - without of course him knowing they are doing this on purpose.

But the bit continues- McAmerican Man succeeds in surviving all of their trials and tribulations - PLUS he is endearing. There is something about that Johnathan Harker rizz that gets passed down. Integra is actually beginning to respect this man. Fuck. In Integra speak this is as close to her finding him adequate as you will get.

But their ticket out of this conundrum is Alucards revelation that McAmerican Man is a vampire or something alike.

But then you get eugenics from the round table that's like: combining the blood of a Hellsing, the family that Alucard is bound to serve - with the Harker blood that is giving its family abilities to withstand grievous harm and has them endure many hardships to be found in the vampire hunting business seems like a brilliant mix. Think of what your children will be?

Alucard: Doesn't this sound like eugenics? I thought Britain was above such things? *grinning like a lunatic. Having caught the round table red handed*

Integra: *can't see her glare from the cigar smoke* yes... it does...

But anyway. Pretending anyone from the Hellsing verse is not mad is like pretending the sky is green. I wanted to say red, but with the London siege it very well might be red.

I cannot stress enough how MUCH Alucard is trying to get rid of the McAmerican Man. But as he is ordered not to KILL or MAIM him or HARM him he needs to get creative.

But is he pissed off? Yes he is. Especially because dearest American boi looks the spitting image of his good friend Johnathan. The Dracula in Alucard is VERY MUCH rearing his head. He feels like this is his do over to kill him and drain him. Integra will allow it, he just needs to find A WAY to get her to mistrust him. You must have secrets McAmerican Man.

Seras and the dude are good buddies. The wild geese take him out drinking one night.

Only Integra and Integra's pet vampire SEETHE at this man.

Alucard: Master...

Integra: It will be obvious

Alucard: Not if you lock me up as punishment afterwards

Integra: *puff* *puff* *side eyes him* *is considering it ACTIVELY* *sighs* No...

Both of them are disappointed 😞

Anyway Integra gets wun over by McAmerican Man but she refuses to take his name.

[yallemagne]

I'm sobbing why does my dash have to be filled with reminders about Phantom Blood.

So, the thing about... actually crossing over Dracula and Phantom Blood is. It's complicated. So, Araki looked at vampire lore and said "this ain't gonna do it for me. not sexy enough. not enough gore. where are the man-dogs?"

Religious iconography doesn't kill vampires (it makes an honest effort. Dio gets impaled by a statue of Venus but he lives unfortunately). They use breathing martial arts to harness the power of the sun (which Bram doesn't even explicitly say harms vampires. what the fuck Bram, toss me a bone). AND EVEN THEN! I swear to god, ninety percent of the time Hamon doesn't even work against vampires because all of the highly trained Hamon masters get fuckin' decimated by a guy who turned into a vampire last week.

I feel like maybe crossovering the plots would be weird... but to have the characters interact would be interesting. And I'm not just saying this because I've spent too much of my life working on Phantom Blood rewrites. I love these characters, I hate what happened to them. Jonathan Joestar dies at twenty-one. Unfair, illegal.

But so, since I keep thinking about this and I've already posted nonsense about crossovers, I might as well dip my toes.

Warning that I don't go deep enough into Jojo lore to make this comprehensible to non-Jojo fans.

Okay so, Phantom Blood takes place from 1880-1889. So, not really a viable time to crossover with Dracula. I know some are more fast and loose about crossovers, but I'm the guy who gets mad at people who think Frankenstein was set in Victorian times. I'm insufferable is what I'm saying. The earliest you might place Dracula is 1890 since that's 7 years before the publication, but some people go with a later date (for context reasons? shit about New Women and stuff) or even 1897.

But whatever. I guess... you can lie about things to make a crossover work... but you can't change the timeline of Jojo's bc Araki is an author that actually tells you what fucking year it is in his manga which makes him a god in my eyes.

So, probably the best way to connect the Joestars to the Crew of Light initially is that Jonathan Joestar is nobility. Perhaps the Joestars have met the Holmwoods? Jojo and Arthur could bond over having no mom? And later, their dads dying at a very inopportune time? And their wedding plans being ruined?

Dio Brando was a lawyer (or still in university to become one?) but I don't think he would have gone into property law?? I think canonically, he planned to be corrupt and take bribes from criminals, but I've seen fanfics that hint at crossover potential just being Harker and Dio knowing each other because of their lawyering. I think that's neat. Dio thinks this man (with the same damn name as his stepbrother) is so insufferable. And Harker doesn't even have the excuse of being rich or having a stable family, he's literally also a poor orphan, it vexes Dio so much, "stop being so happy you're not allowed, you're supposed to be bitter like me".

Erina Pendleton is the daughter of a doctor and later gets into medicine herself to nurse Jojo back to health after his first... well his first BIG LETHAL fight with Dio. Her father could know Van Helsing? Or Seward's parents? I assume Seward's father would also be a doctor but I dunno. You know he got that asylum through nepotism. Anyway, bullies call Erina's father a quack, so maybe he could indulge in theories about vampirism like Van Helsing? We see nothing of him, but he gets sponsored to do some medical research in India. It seems like big deal research to me, but I wouldn't know. It wasn't plot relevant, it's just the explanation for why Erina is gone for the seven-year time skip.

Also. isn't it funny that Phantom Blood and Dracula both have a seven-year time skip?

But here's the big issue I keep slamming into like a fly knocking against a glass window. Phantom Blood takes place in Liverpool where the Joestar estate is. I mean, there's also some cavorting in London, and Dio is from London, but the characters all spend the majority of their time in Liverpool. Maybe I'm just... I'm thinking too deeply. After all, most of the locations in Phantom Blood are made up. And England is just so small.

Mixing the vampire lore would be the hardest. Vampires are OP in Phantom Blood, and I refuse to give Dracula that much power. Vampires don't even... use their teeth here. I guess the sharp teeth are just for se-- *gets shot* They just stick their fingers into your skin like silly straws and suck it out that way. And they are created either by wearing the Stone Mask or by feeding vampire blood to someone/just spilling vampire blood on a corpse.

There's not really themes to the vampires in Jojo's. Dio and Jonathan themselves represent duality, but like... vampire are not Un-Dead in Phantom Blood. They're just... hyper-evolved humans? How the Stone Mask works is that it pierces specific areas of the brain to crack some evolutionary code and give you cool powers at the cost of not being able to walk about in the sunlight. People who are turned using blood tend to become ravenous monsters or have to serve the vampire whose blood turned them, but those turned with the mask retain free will.

Dio can fucking... make his blood so cold that he can trap people's entire bodies in ice. He gets sliced in half with a cool sword and walks it off. His entire body is destroyed by Hamon but he cuts off his own head and places it on Jonathan's body. It's fucking wild, and I refuse to give Dracula that power. Also, anyone who turns into a vampire turns young immediately, no need to drink blood. I honestly still don't know why Jojo vampires even drink blood. I think it's just to be edgy. Nothing can kill these fucking cockroaches except stands and Hamon... and sometimes the vampires have stands... and sometimes the vampires have Hamon. And that's illegal, but it's happened more than once.

I'VE GONE ON A TANGENT.

THE GIST OF IT IS MAYBE JUST-- WOULDN'T IT BE COOL IF, ON TOP OF HIS KHUKURI, JONATHAN COULD BREATHE ON DRACULA AND KILL HIM IN AN INSTANT??

There, I said it.

[pyreofsunflowers]

River's Headcanons ✧ Hellsing ✧˖*°࿐

Context for my head-canons on Hellsing so people know what I'm talking about as I try to be more vocal on tumblr. Pls talk to me about this I'm insane

Warning this is less of a head-canon and more of... a complete re write. Sorry in advance. There were just so many plot holes and so many pieces of bad alt history. (ノ°∀°)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

A blanket statement is that all the characters behave more like they do in 2001 - which has superior writing in my opinion

Characters .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Taking a page from 1992 Dracula (and some random people I saw on forums) - Seras is a reincarnation of Mina Harker. The reason Alucard turns her is he instantly knew it was her from the moment he first met - because he lost his lover twice before he turns her quickly. Its romantic and sensual like in 2001. There relationship moves quite fast due to the nature of reincarnation. Alucard is fiercely protective and low-key possessive of Seras, paranoid of losing her again. Seras is absolutely devoted to him, and as her corruption and descent into vampirism continues - she disregards his obvious monstrosity. At one point Alucard regrets turning her, he feels as if it was selfish of him and she didn't truly agree to this life. He talks to her about how he's a monster, and how he's turning her into one for nothing more than his selfish desires - She of course, doesn't care. And wants to be a monster like him.

Alucard in general is a much classier character and his evil nature is less edgy - but still very very violent.

I honestly can't think of a way to fix the plothole regarding why Alucard likes the Hellsings so much? And why he's such a willing servant? Especially in my view - where Integra tolerates Alucard at best. Her ass hates him and is always displeased w/ him "Alucard why are you making young girl companions." "Alcuard why are you starting fights with Anderson" "Alucard why are you so Violent" "Alucard why AREN'T you being violent." etc. etc. This beratement really starts to get to him because she starts bringing Seras into it... GIVE ME IDEAS TO FIX THIS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Oh speaking of Integra - she is one cold bitch who is not afraid to kill anyone who stands in her way. Even if it means harming Civilians or non-undead.

Instead of.... Whatever the Dawn was... I imagine Alucard escaped from the Hellsing family for a little bit. Arthur Van Hellsing was employing him and letting him do stuff but rarely sent him out and bitch he got bored! So he floats around Europe killing Nazis and eventually makes it to Warsaw where he meets Jewish Resistance Fighter and Nazi Scalper Extrodannarrie Walter Dornez and THAT'S what the dawn is. Inglorious Bastereds but with Vampires. Fuck you.

Worldbuilding .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

The people know about Vampires okay. It just doesn't work if they don't The role of Vampires in society is complicated - lower level vampires exist in clans and generally keep to themselves out of fear of law enforcement and vampire hunting organizations. However select world powers have employed the few extremely powerful vampires within open secret organizations to use in various conflicts. Hellsing is the British government's such organization.

Despite the public knowing about Vampires existing - they don't know everything these organizations do, and there is a lot of smoke and mirrors and deep state secrets around them. Leading to stuff like the two journalists who Alucard killed in the 2001 anime.

Escariot is Italy's equivalent to one of these, however they employ extremely skilled human vampire hunters instead of Vampires. Not the Vatican, however the Vatican is in approval of the Organization fully. This is because, Hirano, the Vatican is a country that's only 100 acres large. It could not have it's own military in the sense Escariot is.

Plotline .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Hellsing still gets completely crippled by the Valentine brothers but in my mind it was a much harder struggle? I mean they really shouldn't have been able to storm a manor full of British govt officials post IRA that easily.... But I digress this is nitpicking.

INSTEAD of a huge scale Nazi invasion in London, a new faction of artificially powerful vampires emerges out of war-torn Yugoslavia lead by a coven of Nazi Vampires from WW2. They are rapidly taking territory and mascaraing Slavs the way Nazi's tend to do. Through the grapevine of SAS soldiers in the war, Hellsing gets word of this and Sends in Alucard (and Seras. And Pip. And some of his mercs.) and basically everything happens as you'd expect except it's a much, much smaller scale and the Nazi's tactics makes far more sense because racism. (the burn, rape and murder tactics they use in Hellsing are accurate, just not in the British theater :-P)

Asides from working for Italy instead of the Vatican - the Escariot stuff is mostly the same except there isn't a full on Crusade in the final arc. It doesn't make sense in the modern world and it bloats the ending w/ characters. Anderson and Alucard still have a rivalry, they still have a territorial spat over Northern Ireland (to them, the Partition of Ireland is still going hot.), etc. etc.

I don't have too much on specifics ironed out because mostly I just care abt Aluseras but that's the jist of it lulz. I don't know how Integra fits in, but I do know I still want Anderson to be there so Alucard can kill him in a big ass battle. Maybe Enrico is secretly funneling money into this Nazi army and sends in Anderson to stop Hellsing? And it's just an Enrico thing and not an Italy thing? Idk.

Walter DOESN'T betray them for the Nazis oh my god that was so pointless and pissed me off so much. Alucard DOESN'T die at the end. Instead he leaves, taking Seras with him to go who knows where. A manhunt ensues and it takes forever because vampires eventually ending with Alucard and Seras re uniting with a retired Integra and spending the last of there days with her.

and that's it! That's the context on this bizarre-o headcanon. Anything I didn't explicitly mention happens as-is in canon :-)

[clemxjohnson]

Name: Emmett Johnson

Faceclaim: Peter Gadiot

Age: 36

Circle: Mortalis

Occupation: Hunter/Mechanic

Clementine will be the first person to tell you that her brother, Emmett Johnson, is not a bad person. He’s simply a man trying to make the best he can of a world he was thrust into unwittingly as a child. Emmett is the first child of the Johnson’s, the only one born of their flesh and blood, and he was always a good kid. An All-American football star in High School, an Honor Roll student since Middle School, and the pride and joy of the Johnson family. They were picture perfect.

Until they became aware. 

Now, that wasn’t Emmett’s fault. It was the fault of his Father being in the wrong place at the wrong time. An incident with seeing a Werewolf turn, a near fatal attack, a rescue by Damian Harker; Frankly, it was all a little blurry. Emmett had never been given the full story, only small bits recounted by his Mother and Father, and the bits he could hear them talking about from the top of the stairs. 

Damian promised the family safety if they were to follow his instructions carefully, and not question him. That he would not allow some Vampire or Werewolf to get to them. To turn their son. To turn any of them. They’d be safe if they were to allow themselves the protection of the Mortalis clan. 

Emmett can vividly remember the way he stood, standing like a Superhero, chest puffed, head held high, commanding attention and power— Emmett wanted to be just like that, too. He wanted to be able to protect his family, and he wanted to feel strong and powerful. Emmett wanted to be a Hunter, just like Damian Harker was. Of course, he was Eight, so that was basically out of the question. Though, he never stopped dreaming. Never stopped preparing. Playing with toy weapons, and earning his archery and shooting patches at Boy Scouts before anyone else. He did what he could to make himself noticeable and indispensable so Damian would want him to join his Hunters.

But, two years later, when Damian Harker entered their home, it wasn’t with a letter of invitation to proper training. It was with a little girl slated to become his little Sister. At the time, the explanation of who she was, and why his parents were so weary to take her went over his head. 

The Orator’s Child. Unwanted. Half Vampire. Malleable. 

It wasn’t until he was older, staring down at Clementine in her crib as fangs tore through teething rings that he realized that Damian had brought a little monster into their home. Though he was right about one thing, she was malleable. It didn’t take long for their parents to teach Clementine that she was not to extend her fangs in anyone's presence. She was not to drink the blood of any human, or she’d be seen as a vicious monster. She was not to expose her status as Supernatural to anyone under penalty of death by those in the Midnight Underground. Who knew if that was true, but it was good enough to keep Clem out of trouble. 

But, it never felt like enough. It never felt like a good enough reason to let sleeping dogs lie. Which is why, when Emmett turned Sixteen, he took matters into his own hands. He approached Damian Harker with a proposition: His continued silence on the Matter of Clementine, as well as his Parents’, for the ability to become a Hunter. 

Extorting someone as powerful as Damian seemed dangerous, but with a smile, Damian agreed. Emmett would become a Hunter, and Clementine’s identity would remain a secret. 

Emmett is not a natural born Hunter. He doesn’t get the advantages of strength that people in the Kiskadden Clan might. But, he was young, and trainable, and that seemed good enough for Damian who took Emmett under his wing. He was taught how to use different weapons, how to face down the dangers of the underground with a brave face. He was taught the history of the different Monsters of the Underground, and all the ways they could bring him or his family harm. But, more importantly, he was taught how to defend himself against it if it ever became time to do so. 

They did not Hunt for sport. They hunted to survive. But, there was an unspoken order to things, one Emmett could not break. And, so he didn’t. But, that didn’t change the underlying prejudice he held against some of the more volatile creatures of the Underground. People like his Sister, but who hadn’t been taught correctly. They hadn’t been warned that they were lethal, and taught to be as benevolent and passive as Clementine was. If they could all just be more like Clementine, life would be better for them. 

That was a job for him, now. To keep Clementine, and everyone like her, aware of their place in the world. 

[midnightunderground-npcs]

Damian Harker’s Gingerbread Jubilee

Mundane traditions do nothing more than bore me and yet Damian Harker demands to have them all the same. While he does live amongst the Midnight Underground, apart of the Circles the Gods are sworn to protect, he prefers to endear himself to the Unaware as much as possible. Perhaps the ploy is to help the creatures of the night to maintain their humanity for as long as is possible. Remember your roots, you might hear him say. So many of you were not always hidden in the shadows.

Much like the Halloween festivities at Pete’s, the Gingerbread Jubilee aims to bring a bit of wholesomeness into the revelry that consumes. While the Unaware will be present in troves, the children and their families of those within the Underground are encouraged to come celebrate. What harm could it possible be to mingle with your peers? You all live together, don’t you? To remain ignorant of the other side is to remain foolish in all endeavors.

He hopes to remind all his fellows that the light is not so scary a place. It can be warm and soothing if you know where the look. Not to mention, the gingerbread is a family recipe, one he claims will leave you wanting more.

This event will take place on:

December 24th beginning at 3pm and going until 10pm

The party is open to:

Everyone in the Midnight Underground as well as any Unaware who frequent Pete’s

Required attendance:

@lilieths​

Things at the party include:

There will be a gingerbread decorating contest happening throughout the night

Damian Harker will be available to speak with - if you’re so lucky to draw his attention I mean

We can’t bring snow to the desert, but he can bring snow dessert in the form of a shaved ice truck. There are many other food trucks outside of Pete’s for the evening as well

Joyous things for children and creatures of all ages

A most...Merry Christmas Eve I believe the saying is? I hope you enjoy yourself with your more mundane festivities. I doubt our dearest Undead darling will. She seems well aware what sort of things Damian has up his sleeve.

Sincerely,

[dathen]

@ your post about the Harkers breaking down after all that, it made me think that also Jonathan may get a bad case of survivor's guilt... He's Mina's husband, it's his duty to die for her, not an innocent man who had inseparable friends and family back home who are all mourning his senseless loss now. It should have been him, this was his enemy and his responsibility, he deserved it, the Count harmed innocent villagers and Lucy and Mina through him (something he's been feeling rage about since early on). If he had died, Mina would have been safe and cared for, and no one else, in his mind, would have missed him since he has no family or close bonds like those between the suitors and Van Helsing.

At least they've learned to share their inner burdens with eachother and he wouldn't hide it from her for long.

😭😭😭😭😭 ouuuuugghh I could absolutely see it, we’ve seen glimpses of Jonathan’s self-blaming tendencies along the way. Would LOVE to read a fic of this conversation.

[vampyrasa]

a re-write of my current ‘present-day’ verse,  which will take precedence as my main verse.    living as an antique appraiser between the years of 2005-2021, the count's recuperation continues in edinburgh, scotland, after a desperate attempt by the remaining descendants of the helsing and harker families (aided and abetted by his son, alexandru) to take his life.   not only wounding him severely with an open gash across his chest,  this attack renews his thirst to kill the majority of the human race.   he begins entrusting the gift of his vampiric blood to all manner of lowlife humans that will promise to serve and fight for him. ignoring even the most basic laws that he had set in place hundreds of years before, he becomes a paragon of sorts and declares all-out war on the entirety of the world, and every living soul on it.   in this he targets other vampires who stand against him or align themselves with human-kind, utterly blinded by lingering pain and hatred.   he takes the stance of them or us, and completely divides the world in black and white.   in this, he forsakes old warring grudges against other supernatural beings and extends his grace toward them, offering a permanent truce in return for their help in this hostile take-over                    toward witches, lycans, and all others across each territory,  claiming that it is only retribution against the invasion humanity started on their kind, and that it will finally allow them to exist out of the shadow,  with no risk of being hunted any longer.    

having been in hiding for almost 200 years prior to this,  his re-surfacing is almost myth-like in that he scrubs clean any rumor of him belonging solely to fantasy.  he pushes aside the notions of unlinked, self-governed covens and embraces the harsh reality of despotism, crowning himself king of their kind and challenging any who would oppose his rule.  in this sense he is either feared,  hated  or loved,  and relishes in the challenge of push-back from those who come to liberate his throne.   he is much less forgiving here, and uses his scholomance-learned spells for more harm than good     but all in the name of exerting dominance over those who would eradicate, experiment on or cage them.

there are three primary places that threads in this verse can take place, and will officially encompass both my modern, main and ‘’comic’’ verses, as their interactions all can easily help to develop this story-line without much changing of your canon.    i want to develop bonds in his verse and tell stories.  i want to explore alliances with him as an anti-villain, i want to have our characters get to know one another, betray one another, win or lose, butt-heads or fall in line.  

home or various, edinburgh, scotland:  an old manor on the outskirts of oldtown.  here the hosts several galas or auctions regarding the antiques that come his way, maintaining his reputation in the comunity as a pale, bookish socialite that reeks of old money and foreign connections.  

castle drac*la, bucovina, romania:  nestled between the border of transylvania and bucovina, it will be the end-all location for all major meetings and parties, as well as his most comforting home. it is a foreboding castle in even more unforgiving terrain, nearly swallowed by crags and trees. if he invites you here, you are considered trusted      perhaps the most trusted. 

various, new york, ny:   a bustling city of blinding lights. the nightlife here is unmatched, and often frequented by the count on his way to the known satanic temple here         not for worship, but to seek out willing familiars from human stock to create new vampires under his thumb. 

keep in mind i want to interact with those who disagree, those who sympathize, those who agree, who want to fight him, who want to join him or who want to be left alone.  i’m very eager to begin, so feel free to plot with me if you like!

[carewyncromwell]

((Full drawing under the cut ~ TW: Blood))

“Did we get this far just to feel your hate?

Did we play to become only pawns in the game?

How blind can you be? Don't you see?

You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting...”

~“Bye Bye Beautiful,” by Nightwish

Easily the worst day of Bat Varney’s life (if you can count his existence as a vampire as being part of his “life”) was the day Robert Harker realized why he had returned from the dead, not even in his own body but in the body of his best friend Bartholomew. The betrayal of his other best friend and Bartholomew’s wife Cecelia was a knife in Bat’s back that it took a hundred years and a lot of introspection to heal from. But even Bat himself -- regardless of how much he’s learned to let go of these last hundred and thirty years -- would acknowledge the event left permanent scars. Just about anyone would have some trouble making any close attachments after what Bat went through -- fortunately, with all of the time he’s had to heal, he has been able to develop some healthy relationships, such as with his once-student (and honorary niece) Adelia Selwyn @that-ravenpuff-witch​ and Hogwarts’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor (and Bat’s absent-minded Lawful Good foil) Atticus Grimsley @cursebreakerfarrier​.

When the newly-vampirized Bat (or, put most simply, Robert inside Bartholomew’s body) went to Cecelia for help, he was at first horrified when he found out that she was responsible for the state he was in. That horror pretty instantly turned to heartbreak, betrayal, and righteous anger, as the young-man-turned-vampire struggled to understand why Cecelia would’ve gone out of her way to “save” him, but not his best friend -- the man Cecelia herself had grown up with -- the man who had always gone out of their way to protect both of them from anyone or anything that might dare harm them. That rage only pulsed hotter and wilder when he learned that the reason was that Cecelia had nurtured romantic feelings for him -- Robert Harker -- for years in secret, despite going along with the Crouch and Varney families’ wishes and marrying Bartholomew...and that those romantic feelings had made her deem him worth saving, rather than Bartholomew. Soon Bat’s racing heart, spurred on by the intense emotions racking his entire frame, made his blood lust spike out of his control.

Concerned for how much pain he was in trying to restrain himself, Cecelia offered her own blood to Bat, which he accepted only out of desperation to make the pain stop. But when he bit from her arm, he soon lost control. He bit up her arm further, up to her shoulder, and then bit the side of her neck. He probably would’ve drained her completely were it not for him catching sight of her face -- a face that, despite herself, seemed to be enjoying their proximity.

That was when Bat Varney lost it.

In a brutal, rage-filled move, he brought up his arm and with all of his inhuman strength threw her off of him, off of her feet and into the far wall.

“You...vile, under-handed blowse -- is this what you wanted? Me being beholden to you?”

“No! Robert -- I d-didn’t -- I only wanted to help -- !”

“LIAR! I saw your face -- like a maid fancying a night of rantum scantum with her lover...but I suppose that’s what you wanted all along, isn’t it? To Hell with the consequences -- to Hell with anyone else’s feelings on the matter -- you wanted me, and you didn’t care what you had to do -- ”

“I was only trying to save you!”

“Save me?! You call THIS ‘saving me?!’ You’ve DAMNED me! Just like you damned everyone else, when you decided the little romance you dreamed up was all that mattered! Damn my Loretta -- damn my little Irene or your Samuel! Damn Barty -- damn the man who loved you since you were five -- who was more terrified of asking you to a school dance than he was of a bloody Manticore -- who was the first person in the whole of Hogwarts who welcomed me and treated me like an equal, despite my blood -- who you KNOW was the first real friend I ever made in my life, who always protected me, who always put my well-being before his own -- who, up until the end, valued me more than his own life -- ”

“ -- HE WAS MY BROTHER! And he’s dead! He’s dead, while I’m still here, walking around in his body! Is this the first time you’ve ever felt any longing for him, Cecelia -- when he’s a CORPSE!? A corpse possessed by another man!?”

Soon his heart rate was too out of control to stop and his blood lust was spiking again. Rather than latch onto Cecelia and drain her blood again, whether to kill her or merely to satiate his thirst, however, Bat tore out of the Varney estate all together and disappeared into the woods.

[vampiricfairy]

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 1:

Words: 1282

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: a bit of violence

A/N: yes the title is a My Chemical Romance reference, just because I think the song inspired me a little xD I think it's a bit obvious on what I'm doing with this fanfiction, sorry if it is. Anyways, English is not my first language so uhh- but have fun!!

Sneaking down the steps with your skateboard in your arms you sighed to yourself as you took out your phone, to look at the time.

11:40PM

Your eyes widened as you realized you would be late to meet your friends in the park, they probably already were waiting in the park in London. As soon as you ran down all the stairs and were outside, you stepped on your skateboard and started to skate away.

You frowned when you saw the dark path that led through the park to the area where you were supposed to meet your friends, you gulped as you started skating through there in extreme speed. You almost lost your balance a couple times but the adrenaline rushing through your veins was enough to prevent that from happening. Something about that dark area really freaked you out.

You heard your friends laughter and saw them, they were blasting music on their speaker and you smiled happily as you gave the three of them a hug. “Y/N!! You are awfully late! We already ate all the pizza, but we do have another Monster if you want one!” Said your oldest friend, Chad. Unlike you and your friends he was American, your friend Caroline, short Caro had the honour to date him.. Or misfortune depending on how you perceived their relationship. Your friend Lucy, not Lucy Westenra, you hated Lucy Westenra. Lucy was quiet as she watched the three of you mess around.

“Lucyyy!! Earth to Lucy!! Come on let’s have some fun!!” Said Chad as he grabbed you by your waist, in awe of his tight grab and you laughing, you spilled quite some of your pink Pipeline Punch Monster onto his pants. You also lost your balance and fell onto his lap as Caroline shot you a death glare.

“Get of my boyfriend Y/n!” Caro exclaimed.

“Calm down Caro! It’s all cool, alright?!” Chad rolled his eyes.

It didn’t take long for the two to have a full blown argument.

Lucy seemed slightly off, she was an astrology nerd and you just assumed she was making herself overthink.

“Lucy? Are you alright?” You asked.

“Y-yes. I have to go now- my mom is going to kill me if I stay out any longer-“

You frowned as Lucy ran away. Usually she didn’t care about what her mom had to say.. Before a few minutes passed by, you realized that you were alone. You assumed that Chad and Caroline both disappeared and broke up or something.

You grabbed your skateboard and were about to skate away as.. You felt two hands wrap around your neck..

You screamed and kicked the person in between the legs, the person seemed to be in a bit of pain.

It all went so fast.

You ran into the arms of another person.. Or thing? The next thing you knew was that you were somewhere completely else.

“Shhh, you’re safe.” Said the voice of the person that held you, definitely a guy.

You looked up to see a fairly young man, dressed in.. Weird clothes. He was dressed like somebody from the Victorian Era, you would know since you had a slight interest in that Era. You weren’t complaining, he actually looked good. Nonetheless he was a stranger, who just brought you to the other side of town. But he also saved you from being choked.

He actually looked.. Familiar? You felt like you knew him, by the way he held you aswell..

“I-I than you???” You said, well more asked. “How did you do that?!” You asked. “Wait, who are you?”

He interrupted you, before you could say more things in a very confused manner. “No problem and.. My name is Jonathan Harker.” He said he took your hand and kissed the back of your hand.

You noted that he ignored your second question and also noted that he acted weirdly. What did he think? It’s 2020 and not 1890 or something. But the name Jonathan Harker did seem familiar, you weren’t sure where you had heard it before, maybe because it was just a generic name.

“My name is Y/N Y/L-“ You said.

“Y/N Y/L,” He repeated as his blue eyes met your E/C eyes, “have we met before?” He asked.

It took you a second to reply as you seemed to have lost yourself in his beautiful blue eyes, “I’m.. Not sure?” You said, well, more asked. “What’s with the other guy who tried to kill me?” You asked him.

Jonathan frowned, “don’t think about it, dear. Go home, stay at home during the dark and lock all doors. Do not answer any voice asking you whether it could enter, not even if it sounds like my voice, you understand?”

“But why?”

“He won’t harm you that way, let me walk you home.” He said, his face a bit stern.

“I- alright.” You didn’t want to prey on his answer, although he sure as hell was acting weird. You and him walked to your apartment as you were carrying your skateboard.

“How old are you?” You asked him.

Jonathan hesitated, he was aware he had slept around 123 years but he wasn’t sure how to tell you he was around 150 years old. Due to his vampire being he somehow looked like he was still in his middle 20’s. “Oh, well... That question is a bit complicated, darling.”

You didn’t frankly understand but you were too tired to ask after everything that had happened. You shouldn’t have gone for thigh heights, a hockey skirt and a cropped tank top. “I’m cold..” You blurted out.

Jonathan took his jacket off and handed it to you, “it is very cold indeed. But just take my jacket.”

You put his jacket on, it was slightly oversized and too long on you. Before you knew it, the two of you stood in front of your apartment in the middle of London. Your family owned a couple of well known businesses, therefore you could afford yourself quite a few luxuries.

“Um.. Thank you for saving me, I guess?” You said as you gave him his jacket back.

“It’s no problem, Y/N, really. Would you mind giving me your.. Phone number?” Jonathan asked, he looked a little embarrassed.

“Oh yeah, sure!!” You said as you pulled out your phone and he gave you his. You dialled in his number in your phone and called him to get his number as he.. Didn’t know how it worked apparently? However you saved your number in his phone and sent him a text as you explained to him how everything worked. Petty patiently too.

“Good night.” You said and yawned.

“Yes, have a good rest Y/N.” He said and walked off.

You snuck upstairs and into your apartment, and then up the staircase to your fairly big room. You dressed into your pyjamas and got ready for bed, taking off your make up.

Before heading to bed you went into the kitchen for a glass of water, on the kitchen counter you found a note saying.

We’re on a business trip honey, it was an emergency. We’ve transferred money on your bank account and you know where to find money.

Tomorrow your aunt is going to come over to look how you’re doing, have fun Sweetie and be careful.

You were annoyed. Typical for your parents to just leave you alone. Upon finishing your glass of water and taking a bottle of water and walked upstairs to your room again.

Even though you were tired you kept repeating the events of today.. Heck, you fell asleep at one point in time and didn’t even notice.

[flutteringphalanges]

Summary: It is public knowledge that Zoe Van Helsing is the last of her blood line. Not to mention that, in a sense, Count Dracula is too. However, after an unexpected night of passion, both their lives dramatically change when Zoe becomes pregnant. Two unconventional parents, one extraordinary pregnancy. What could go wrong?

Rating: M

Pairings: Zoe Van Helsing/Dracula implied Agatha/Dracula

Read on FFN and AO3

A/N: Holy cow! This is one of the longest chapters I’ve written for anything in a long time! I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Stay safe and healthy! -Jen

                                                  Chapter Five

Courtship. The ideology behind romance to begin with never had settled with Zoe. If anything, one might argue she was married to her work. Dedicated. She'd had no time for dating, especially when it came to Count Dracula. But there she was, standing in a clothing store, feeling as if the very walls were closing in on her because she let it slip to one of her friends that she had an evening planned with a man that night.

"So you aren't even going to tell me who?" Meg, a fellow scientist at the Jonathan Harker Foundation, asked with a wide grin. "Is it Randall from Security?"

"Yes, because I find a man who sucks cheese puff powder off of his fingers and lacks the decency to use deodorant highly attractive," Zoe rolled her eyes. "And it isn't a date. It's more like a business meeting."

"He's cooking you dinner, Zo," the woman laughed, rifling through a rack of dresses. "If that doesn't spell romantic, I don't know what does. Here," she thrust a floral printed pink dress into the other woman's arms. "Anyway, can you at least humor me with where you met lover boy?"

"Oh God," the scientist moaned. "Please do not refer to him as that. Ever. I just started to get over my morning sickness." Zoe paused, trying to ignore Meg's pleading expression. "...If you must know, we met on the beach." She decided not to go with any further details on that account. The last thing she needed was for Meg to eventually put two and two together.

Meg squealed like a teenager and it took every bit of Zoe's energy not to conk her in the head. "That is literally the picture perfect setting for a romance novel. Oh, and this one," she draped another dress, this one yellow spotted, over the pregnant woman's forearm. "Is he cute? Tall, dark, and handsome?"

"Tall and dark," the other woman muttered. "But not in the way you're thinking." Macabre was a more fitting description. Handsome she didn't intend on going down that path. "Really, Meg, I appreciate the help, but this isn't a date. I'm just going over to chat. And trust me, it's the last thing I want to do." Hoping maybe to prove her point more, she motioned to the dresses. "I shouldn't even bother wearing something nice."

"Oh please, Zoe, you need new clothes anyway," Meg exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "Your closet looks like you came from the late 1800's." She shook her head, ignoring the other woman's glare. "Besides, you're pregnant. You need to expand your wardrobe to accommodate, well…"

Meg didn't need to finish her statement for Zoe to know what she was getting at. Absentmindedly, the scientist's free hand rested on the swell of her stomach. Accommodation. That certainly was one way to put it. It was better than openly expressing that she was outgrowing her normal clothes. Twice as fast as most expecting women. She had the twins to thank for that.

"I suppose there isn't any harm in stocking up." The woman finally admitted, Meg's eyes lighting up at her friend's surrender. "But I'm not doing it for him. There's nothing wrong with wanting to look good for myself."

"Whatever you say, Zoe." Meg smirked, taking a few dresses from her as they walked to the counter. "Anyway, he sounds like the ideal guy. I mean, showing interest in you despite the fact that you're about to have not one, but two babies." She paused, turning to meet her friend's gaze. "He does know you're pregnant right?"

Oh did he ever. It was his fault anyway. He'd been the one to knock her up in the first place. But admitting that to someone like Meg. Someone, who despite she loved dearly, had an issue with keeping her mouth shut and spreading the world's secrets to all. She inhaled, laying the dresses onto the counter before settling on an answer.

"Yes," she replied. And it wasn't exactly a lie. Just not the full truth. "He is aware of my pregnancy. It doesn't seem to concern him." Not in the slightest unfortunately.

"Who knows," Meg grinned widely. "Maybe if things work out, he could be your dream daddy! Knight of the dirty diapers! King of spit up, clean up! The royal…" She stopped abruptly when Zoe shot her a disapproving glare. "Look, Zo, all I'm saying is that this can be really good for you. Give the man a chance. Whoever he is. You of all people deserve to be happy."

"Yeah." Zoe muttered un-enthusiastically, retrieving her credit card from her purse. "If you say so."

Her idea of true happiness was being away from that vampire as far as possible. Especially with their-her children on the way. Christ, Meg merely suggesting that Dracula being the ideal family man and husband…No, she'd certainly have none of that.

As she grabbed the bulging bags of dresses and followed Meg out, she made a mental note to make a mock-tail of some sort once she arrived back home. She couldn't have alcohol, but she could at least pretend. Maybe then the disturbing images would vanish from her mind. Hopefully.

                                                           XXX

"If it were me, I'd go with that baggy pair of sweatpants of yours and that stained t-shirt in the closet? You know the one I'm referring to. I believe it's blue and has the name of that fish and chips restaurant you like so much?"

Zoe did her best to ignore Agatha's advice as she slipped into a navy blue dress. Simple. Nothing that particularly stood out. She didn't want to impress him, but at least look presentable at the clinic. Studying herself in the mirror, it was hard not to smile a little when her eyes landed on her stomach. What an odd thought it was knowing that two tiny...well, half humans had inhabited her womb. Growing rapidly day by day. Soon enough she'd be able to hold both of them in her arms-something she was greatly looking forward to.

"Despite your clear assumption, I am not dressing for Count Dracula." Zoe said as she glimpsed at her late niece's reflection in the glass. "I'm just fond of this dress."

"Yes, but you don't tend to wear those very often do you?" The woman frowned deeply at the ghost's words. "Do not go down an even slipperier slope, Zoe. Vampires are tricksters. He could reel you in before you even realized that he had."

"Patronizing me wouldn't get you anywhere." The scientist exclaimed as she gave her appearance one last look. "I am far more intelligent than you give me credit for. Not that this is, or has been, any of your concern to begin with."

Before the spirit could reply, there was a rhythmic knock at the front door. Grinding her teeth together, Zoe strode over and peered through the peephole. She was met by Dracula's wide grin as he stared right back at her. When he gave a friendly wave, she couldn't help but groan and pulled the door open.

"Are you going to invite me in?" The vampire inquired pleasantly. "You look quite lovely by the way. That dress does wonders." It was hard to tell if it was a genuine compliment or blatant sarcasm. It was difficult to know with him. "Well?"

"I suppose I don't have much of a choice…" Zoe exhaled as she stepped to the side. "Count Dracula, it is a great honor to allow you passage into my humble abode."

"Moody I see." Dracula commented as he entered. "Though I do appreciate the flair for the dramatic." His eyes immediately fell to her stomach, lips curving into a grin. "Twelve weeks?"

"Thirteen," she muttered. Christ, why did he have to stare at her like that? "We should get going if we don't want to be late. I could've just met you there, you know. I know how to operate a vehicle."

"I just thought this would allow us more bonding time." The Count responded as he reached to grab Zoe's fleece jacket from the coat rack. She didn't take it. "It's cold." He remarked with a slight frown. "And the waiting room is just as chilly."

"I'll take my chances." The scientist replied, pushing past the man.

She could feel Agatha's eyes staring at the back of her neck as she went. It didn't help matters when Dracula decided to bring the coat along anyway. Why was it so hard for people to just listen to her? When the vampire opened up the car door to let her in, she grew even more irritated. The Count could act as gentlemanly as he liked, but he'd always be just a bloodthirsty killer. Literally.

"Are you always so anti-social?" Dracula asked as he pulled onto the road. "You know, that isn't how you make friends."

"Shut up," Zoe grumbled. "And I'll have you know, I have plenty of friends."

"Really? Like who?"

The scientist snorted loudly at his question. "Do you honestly think I'd tell you? The last thing I need is for you to go about draining them dry." She folded her arms over her chest and stared idly out of the window. "I don't need you invading my social circles."

"That's a shame." He exhaled, though his disappointment was clearly false. "I came across this lovely little app that allows you to hook up with people."

Zoe grew rigid in her seat. An app? What was he talking about? "What do you mean an app?" The woman asked, trying not to sound at all interested. "A dating app?"

"Well," he shrugged. "I suppose you could use it for that. But I use it for other things."

She knew what he meant. It didn't take an expert. And yet, the idea that he was using it to find "victims" didn't upset her. No. No, it was the fact that it was a dating app. A strange sensation began to bubble in the pit of her stomach. An emotion that almost horrified her at the thought. Jealousy.

"Those things are rigged." She explained, trying to maintain her cool. "You could easily be cat-fished. I would've expected you to be smarter than to use some silly old site." Why should she even care? Why did she care? "I wouldn't bother with one of those."

Dracula looked at her in amusement as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. Instead of giving him the satisfaction of reacting further, she got out of the car and began to speed walk towards the entrance. She was so caught up in trying to get away from him that she didn't notice the small pot hole in the pavement. The tip of her shoe caught itself on the edge sending Zoe tumbling towards the ground. Just as she was about to hit the pavement, someone grabbed her from behind.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to run in the street?"

Zoe, still a little shaken, turned her head to see that her "hero of the day" was none other than the Lord of Darkness himself. Pulling away from his awkward embrace, she stabilized herself. He wasn't smirking. Or chuckling for that matter. Actually, he looked a little concerned.

"Are you alright?" He ventured, his eyes scanning her.

"I'm...fine," she decided. "Thank you for that." Blood began to rush to her cheeks and suddenly she felt rather hot. "Let's just go in. We're already running late."

Neither spoke as they made their way to the Obstetrics and Gynecology ward. Something that Zoe was more than fine with. After she signed in, she took her seat beside Dracula-who, currently, was immersed in a magazine about water birth.

"This sounds intriguing." He commented, pointing to an image of a very pregnant woman sitting in a plastic tub with her partner. "Shall I tear it out for future reference?"

"I'm not getting naked in a tub with you!" She hissed, snatching the paper away. "Giving birth or for pleasure."

Tossing the magazine aside, Zoe was relieved when a nurse leaned out of the door and called her back. Dracula was the first to rise, offering his hand to the doctor to help her up. Ignoring him completely, the woman stood up unaided and the two filed into the back.

"Go behind the curtain while I change into the gown." Zoe instructed as she snatched up the folded clothes. "I'll let you know when you can come out."

"I've already seen you naked before." Dracula called out as she yanked the blind in front of him. "And I'm sure it will happen again!"

"In your dreams." Zoe muttered, slipping into the outfit. God, how unsightly it made her look. Frowning, she ran a hand through her hair. "Alright, you're allowed back in."

Dracula grinned as he reappeared. "I preferred the other dress," he commented. "But I suppose I could also adjust to this one."

Before Zoe could snap back, the door opened and Dr. Clyde strode in. He smiled at the two, clearly not realizing the current feud happening. Throwing one last glare at Dracula, the scientist slid onto the examination table and forced a smile onto her face.

"Zoe, it's so lovely to see you." Dr Clyde expressed giving her a warm handshake. "And you as well." Dracula smirked at the recognition and the woman did her best not to snarl. "Let's have a look at your twins. It's been a few weeks, hasn't it."

The paper lining the bed crinkled as Zoe laid back feeling uncomfortably exposed. As the obstetrician pulled the ultrasound machine over, the vampire moved closer to her side. If he tried to reach for her hand, she would, without a doubt, do her best to rip it off.

"And how have you been feeling?" The doctor asked, preparing the gel to smear across her abdomen. "Nausea starting to settle down? Any spotting or bleeding?"

"None." Zoe replied, going slightly ridged as the cold slime touched her bare skin. "I've been feeling okay."

"That's perfect," Dr. Clyde grinned, grabbing the probe. "That's exactly what we liked to hear!" He began to run the device across her lower stomach. "And…" Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of familiar thumping. It was as if a weight had been lifted off Zoe's shoulders. "There we go! Heartbeats located!"

Dracula and Zoe both peered up at the screen at the two blobs that looked much more human in appearance. Their blobs. The vampire smiled proudly as he studied the images carefully.

"Are they healthy?" Dracula asked, turning to the doctor. "Functional?" Functional. Zoe rolled her eyes at the word. "Why are they so close together?"

"Actually, a very valid question." The man smiled, taking his mouse to point at what seemed to be a thin line. A membrane. "It's around this stage that we can confirm what sort of twins we are dealing with. Fraternal or identical, I mean. And your two…" Again, he pointed at the screen. "Are, without a doubt, identical."

Identical. Identical. Jesus H. Christ. She was giving birth to clones! Well, not clones in the sense of copies of something. Well, they would look just like each other. How the hell was she supposed to tell them apart?! She didn't sign up to be pregnant. She didn't sign up for twins. And she sure as Hell didn't anticipate them being carbon copies of each other!

"Zoe? Zoe, are you alright?"

It was the sound of Dracula's voice that snapped her back into reality. When their eyes met, she was surprised how genuinely concerned he looked. Evidently her internal panic attack must've been a little external. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. It was going to be okay. Everything was going to be just fine. She just needed to keep her grip on the string of her balloon of sanity and not let go.

"I'm fine." She assured them, nodding her head. "Just a lot to take in."

The two little creatures on the screen moved. Zoe watched as their little stubby limbs disappearing in and out of view as the doctor guided the probe around. Identical. She was still in utter shock, there was no denying that, but she already loved them dearly. Even though their father was Dracula. And that she might lose her mind figuring out which baby was which. They were her's and God she'd do anything for them.

"When can we learn the gender?" Zoe asked, her attention turning to the doctor. "Is it too soon?"

"Not for awhile, I'm afraid." Dr. Clyde admitted, wiping a towel across Zoe's midsection. "It's easiest to tell around eighteen to twenty weeks. There are ways to test earlier, but I'd suggest waiting. You're only a month or two away."

Zoe couldn't help but scowl as Dracula immediately grabbed the ultrasound images from the OBGYN. Proudly, he carefully folded them up and slipped them into his wallet. She made a mental note to attempt to reclaim them later on. They were equally her's after all.

"It was wonderful seeing you both again and I'm glad things are going well." Dr. Clyde smiled as he walked the couple out. "I'll have the receptionist schedule you for an appointment in a few weeks. Just to keep track since you are high risk. But no concerns whatsoever right now." He paused in the doorway. "If you have any questions, please feel free to call me and I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible!"

It had begun to rain as they exited the hospital. When Dracula produced an umbrella, Zoe was not too shocked by it. The vampire always seemed to have many tricks up his sleeve. Though the idea of being close to him made her shutter, being wet wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling. Sucking it up, she got underneath and kept up his pace.

The drive from the clinic to Dracula's flat wasn't a long one which spared the need for small talk. Already the storm had begun to pass, the light of the moon reflecting in the puddles. The vampire seemed to move with more purpose and Zoe couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to avoid looking into them. Finally reaching the front door, the Count grabbed the knob and pulled it open.

"Ladies first." He smiled, motioning for the woman to enter.

Zoe frowned softly, but did as he said. Her eyes scanned the room as she took in the sight around her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The past few times she visited, every appeared to be in order. Placing her purse on a nearby table, she took a seat on a leather couch. It felt surprisingly good to be off her feet.

"It's nice to have someone to cook for that I don't intend on having for dinner later." Dracula commented, moving towards the fridge to retrieve some ingredients. "I'll have you know I went great lengths to make this perfect. Farm's markets don't operate at night. I had to send Frank out to purchase what I needed." The smirk that plastered itself on his face made her want to smother him with a pillow. "Only the best for the mother of my children."

She didn't give him the satisfaction of a response as she settled back into the soft cushions. Exhaustion. That feeling was becoming more apparent as her pregnancy progressed. Though she dared not admit that to Dracula. He'd insist on her staying the night and she knew what happened last time when she did that.

"Where did you even learn to cook?" The scientist asked, hoping that talking would keep her alert. "It's not like you need to eat regular food."

"Over the years you pick up skills." Dracula replied simply, dumping chopped vegetables into a sizzling pan. "Besides, I have guests to impress. It wouldn't look good if I wasn't a proper host."

"No," she sighed. "I guess it wouldn't."

It was almost relaxing observing him work. He did so with surprising grace. Zoe couldn't help but secretly wish Agatha was here to berate her for her decisions. At least that would've stifled the yawn she'd been trying so hard to suppress.

"Tired are we?" The vampire inquired, looking up from a pot of boiling water. "You are more than welcome to lay down and take a snooze."

"I'm fine." Zoe insisted, forcing her eyes to open wider as she pushed herself up. "I'm just bored."

"The remote is on the lamp table beside you." He informed her as he returned his attention to the food. "There are hundreds of channels to watch on there. Surely you can find one to suit your desires."

Television hadn't exactly been a preferred choice of entertainment for Zoe. A novel or, at the most, an audio-book was more her style. Despite that, she grabbed the clicker and turned the thing on. Flipping through the channels, she skimmed through the various sports, music competitions, before deciding on BBC Knowledge. Nothing wrong with a good, old documentary.

As she watched the bold logo appear on the screen her nerves began to settle. At least her mind could be focused elsewhere than her current, problematic situations. That immediately changed when the title of the episode popped up: An Exploration into the Lives of Nuns Throughout the Centuries. Immediately she clicked it off, tossing the remote to the side.

"Done already?" Dracula asked, eyeing her with a cocked brow.

"Nothing of interest," she lied. "Are you almost finished? I'd like to get home at a decent hour."

"You're in luck." The vampire replied, grabbing a plate of something. Whatever it was, the smell wafted through the air. Intoxicating. Rich. And her stomach growled with hunger. "Come sit at the table."

Reluctantly, she stood up and made her way over to the dining room table. There were at least two positives when it came to having dinner with Dracula. The first being that even if she wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't poison her. That would certainly ruin his meal. And, of course, the obvious one. She was carrying his children. He seemed very intent on having a part in their lives-even though she was very intent on keeping that from happening.

"What is it?" Zoe asked as she sat down, eyeing the plate warily as he placed it in front of her.

Thick, speckled with herbs spaghetti noodles drenched in a rich, red sauce that was topped with a breaded piece of meat-chicken perhaps-sat before her on a white plate. God, did it look good. Almost too good to eat. She looked to Dracula who was smiling proudly at his dish.

"Chicken Parmesan." He stated as he took the seat opposite of her. "With less garlic than the recipe called for, of course." How thoughtful. "Well go on," he nodded. "At least try it."

Narrowing her eyes at him, she grabbed her fork. Taking the smallest amount possible on the tongs, she placed the bite into her mouth. So one could really experience an orgasm in their mouth. Zoe chewed it carefully, savoring the flavors.

"Well?" The Count ventured. "What's my Yelp rating?"

"It's...edible…" She admitted as she went in for another forkful. "I'm impressed that you know how to do more than just suck blood."

"I appreciate the compliment." He smiled, folding his hands onto the table. "Now, now that we're settled down, I think we should talk about the twins." The scientist stiffened at his statement. "We have our differences, Zoe. But I have an equal right over them too."

"They're babies," she glowered. "They aren't something to trade around like a prize. After all of your literal crimes against humanity, what makes you think you are suited to be a father? I'm willing to fight you for them." It wouldn't be that easy and she very well knew it. It just felt good to threaten him. "You don't deserve a family."

"A rather harsh statement." The vampire replied with a nod. "But I suppose I have done some questionable things in that past." He paused before adding. "And perhaps in the present as well." Dracula leaned back in his seat and continued. "Although, it isn't fair of you to immediately assume that I would be a toxic parent without allowing me to prove myself first."

Zoe let out a sharp laugh. "What makes you think you have the right to even ask me to do that?" Her fork clanked against the bottom of her dish. "It was my mistake of even telling you that I was pregnant in the first place. I should've kept my mouth shut. Then I wouldn't have to deal with your shit!"

"I don't want to argue with you, Zoe," Dracula said with a frown. "I invited you over and cooked you dinner in the hopes we could discuss this like adults." He fell silent for a moment seeming to consider something. "Come with me."

"Why?" She snapped, her arms folding over her chest. "Do you plan to hold me captive until you can claim my children?"

"Can I show you something without you immediately jumping down my back?" He asked coolly, rising up from his chair. "I want to show you something."

Part of her wondered if she could reach the front door fast enough to get out without him catching her. Knowing that wasn't a possibility, she ceded and reluctantly followed the vampire. When they stopped in front of a room, Dracula flipped a switch and a beam of light lit up the interior.

Zoe gawked in astonishment at what she saw. The walls were painted an off-white, decorated by framed pictures of shades of green and gray abstract shapes. There was a french dresser sandwiched between two changing tables and the highlight of it all, two beautifully crafted cribs. A nursery. The bastard had installed a nursery!

"You…" She swallowed hard, hands balling into fists. "You did this?"

"Well, it's not finished yet." Dracula explained as he stepped inside. "But it is a step in the right direction, don't you think?"

Not one thing. She hadn't gotten a single thing for the twins. She sure as hell wasn't anywhere close to being able to create a nursery. Where would she even put the damn thing?! And now here he was, goddamn parent of the year with a room already ready for two kids she didn't even want him to have access too. Whether it was from the stress of it all. The hormones. The emotions. Zoe began to ball. Really, truly sob like she never had before. Oh Christ she was going to be a terrible mother.

"Zoe?" Dracula asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm okay?!" She hissed through streaming tears. "Do you have any idea what I'm dealing with right now?! With what I'm going through?! You built a bloody nursery! What are you trying to prove?!" Zoe held up a hand before he could answer. "You're a complete and utter prick! And an asshole! And I hate you!" How unpleasant she both sounded and surely looked right now. "And I...I…"

A pair of arms wrapped around her and through bleary eyes she met Dracula's gaze. For whatever reason she didn't fight it, leaning into his chest as she cried and cried. She'd regret this later. Agatha would be sure to make a scene when she returned home. But for now she gave into her emotions and the vampire's hug. Until that moment, she hadn't really realized how badly she needed one. Even if it did come from him. It would bite her in the ass later, but for now she closed her eyes. It wasn't too terribly bad after all. Was it?

[hrker-a]

it’s sinday so here’s a few sinday headcanons :

harker is very uncomfortable when it comes to talking about sex or anything that might relate in any way to sexuality . his household was always very conservative and , due to their religious beliefs , strongly opposed sex before marriage or any exploitation on the subject that did not involve producing children and building a family . so , even though jonathan is a grown man and has found someone he deeply cares about , he still avoids the subject like the plague ( mostly because he thinks it’s not proper to discuss such private matters ) . he’s more likely to quietly leave the room and find a balcony where he may be left alone than actually engage .

jonathan , during canon events , only ever slept with mina and no one else . he might have had a few passionate kisses / embraces /hand holding with others girls when he was a younger man but mina is the only woman who has ever seen him fully naked .

this big dumbo is really quiet during sex . he holds everything up inside when he’s out and about and when he’s in the sheets , it’s the truTH . a moan or a grunt or a shaky sigh might occasionally make itself heard but , if it does , jonathan will likely try to muffle it with a kiss or by pressing his mouth against whatever part of his lover’s skin is closest to him . but it might also be because of the next fun fact which is

jon is a giver . his pleasure derives from the pleasure of his partner . and because he is somewhat quiet and shy , the idea of him being the center of attention , even in bed , is a bit alarming to him . basically , if his partner isn’t climaxing , he’s not either .

sex used to be this really tender and beautiful thing in jon’s head BUT AFTER SPENDING A WHILE LOCKED UP IN A CASTLE WITH EVIL VAMPIRE PEOPLE his whole life changed . he’s got a lot of trauma to deal with , if only freud could take a look at this guy and that might become most evident in the bedroom . jonathan gains most pleasure when he’s allowed to be rough and when his partner is equally rough . being on the verge of pain and being allowed to act erratically ( something he doesn’t do in his daily life ) appeals to a part of him jonathan DOESN’T like . pleasure has become a fight for control with his own body . and because he doesn’t like to talk about these things and is PROFOUNDLY embarrassed , he tries to repress these desires . something that can only to more harm than good .

[clara-amantes-luscus-blog]

MUSE LIST:

Richie is a struggling musician with no home, no family, and a criminal record (in both No Maj and magic society) from his childhood. He’s a 26 years old wizard, a transgender male and pansexual. He’s normally found hanging out in bars or sleeping out on the streets. (Fc: Cole Mohr)

Gabriel is a (roughly) 90,000 year old demon who, because of a rare disease, is dying slowly. He enjoys screwing around with people and causing trouble. He can only be seen by people of his choosing, and children. He refuses to harm or make deals with any one under the age of 18. He is bisexual and proud of it. (FC: Francisco Lachowski)

Michael Oxford originally grew up in England. When he was 7, he and his family moved to a farm somewhere in the southern states of America (he now has a Southern accent because of it). He stayed there until he was 19, after that he then moved to New York seeking to become rich. Now Michael is a successful model and photographer. He is 29 and gay.

(Fc: Sean O'Pry)

Nicholas Wolfe is a young American vampire, barely even 150 years old. He was turned by his ex lover during the war after having been fatally wounded. Now he works as a history Professor, travelling the world to teach at different colleges and universities. He's bisexual with a preference for men. (fc: Armie Hammer)

Oscar Jones is a Welsh therapist who travels the world to meet different patients/clients. During his childhood his parents went through a divorce which impacted him greatly; he spent most of his time with his father who was a renowned phsychologist up until he died of cancer when Oscar was twenty. When he’s not travelling, he lives with his kitten, Charlie, in New York. Oscar is gay. (fc: Tom Ellis)

Wyatt V. Harker is a 32 year old Canadian Vampire hunter and muggleborn wizard. Originally born in Toronto, he and his family moved to America so that he could attend Ilvermorny. At the age of 16 he recieved a letter during class from his aunt explaining to him that his family had been killed by vampires; after that he only attended Dark Arts and Potions. He dropped out of school at the age of 17 and has been hunting vampires ever since. He is bisexual. (fc: Yannick Bisson)

Oliver McLoughlin is an Irish transgender male. He’s been blind since birth, and on top of that he is also a legilimens. Although he is unable to see, Oliver works as a part time teacher and is actually brilliant at his job. He has a protective older sister named Saoirse, and an identical twin brother named Finnian. Oliver is a closeted gay. (fc: Froy Gutierrez)

(I rewatched Percy Jackson recently so here, new muse) Alexander, son of Apollo, is only 29 years old. Like his father, he is undeniably gifted with musical instruments, although he rarely ever plays anything. He also has a knack for poetry. He’s had a number of jobs, ranging from teacher to accidental hitman (This applies to every verse). As a child his mother would often tell him stories about his father.  Alexander is gay, and whilst he hasn’t ever been in a serious relationship, it’s only because he’s waiting for the ‘one’. 

(face claim will be added once I find one)