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duhragonball · 4 years ago

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Battle Tendency Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 65-66

This is the start of the “Ultimate Warriors from Ancient Times” arc, but I want to focus on these two chapters because they feature Mark. I’ve got a lot to say about Mark under the cut, but the short version is that he’s a lousy Nazi and he deserves everything that happens to him.

A large chunk of Chapter 65 is just Caesar hanging out in Joseph and Speedwagon’s hotel room. They try to play cards, but they’re both cheats. This wouldn’t bother me at all until Speedwagon points out that he’s been here for eight hours, and never bothered to explain why. You’d think Joseph would have demanded an answer a long time ago, since he’s not known for patience.

As it turns out, Caesar’s been waiting for Mark, a buddy of his in the German Army. Stroheim was in the German Army too, and he told Joseph that the Nazis had discovered three other Pillar Men in Rome. That’s why he and Speedwagon came here, after all. Well, Caesar’s an Italian, and Italy and Germany are allies, so Caesar managed to persuade the Germans (through Mark) to let him take a look at the Pillar Men. So in this chapter, Mark rolls up in a car and drives them over to the site.

But we already know what happened at the site in Chapter 64. The Pillar Men have already reawakened, and all the Nazi soldiers stationed there have been slaughtered. When Mark leads our heroes into the catacombs, they find the remains of the Germans, while Mark bumps into the Pillar Men themselves. (Note: the above image is not to scale).

The thing is, bumping into the Pillar Men is hazardous to your health. We saw that vampire grab Santana and large chunks of his body were completely absorbed. The same thing happens to Mark, only faster, because Wamuu doesn’t even slow down as he walks past him. He just walks right through Mark and half of his body is gone.

So when I first watched the JoJo anime, it was right after I watched the Hellsing Ultimate anime, and I got a kick out of seeing two completely different anime takes on vampire lore. Let’s face it, the Pillar Men are presented as something beyond mere vampires, but they’re basically just super-vampires, not so different from Alucard in Hellsing. And both make use of the Nazis, except in Hellsing, the Nazis are the villains, while in Battle Tendency, they’re kinda sorta allies. Stroheim is clearly a bad guy, because he killed his prisoners and tormented Speedwagon, but Mark is presented as a completely sympathetic person. He’s got a sweetheart back home, Caesar’s the one who introduced them, and he’s planning to get married the next time he goes back to Germany. And for his very brief appearance in JJBA, he’s completely friendly and helpful to the heroes. We’re supposed to feel very sorry for him when he gets killed here.

Part 2 is my favorite, but I think this stands out as it’s biggest flaw. I get the idea. Hellsing was dealing with a lot of dark themes, and the protagonists were horrifying in their own right. So Kouta Hirano used the Nazis as villains to humanize his vampire characters. By contrast, Hirohiko Araki seems to be using the Nazis to dehumanize the Pillar Men. They’re so evil that even the Nazis look halfway decent by comparison. At least the Nazis are human, with human loves and fears and honor. The Pillar Men kill Mark without even noticing him, and Speedwagon likens this to a human stepping on an ant. I get what Araki is trying to do here, but it rings hollow. Fuck Mark, and fuck his Nazi fiance. The first time we see him, we get a close up of his Iron Cross medal, with the damn swastika in the middle of it. We’re supposed to buy into the idea that he’s “one of the good Germans”, and it’s 1938, so World War II hasn’t officially started yet, so somehow Mark is supposed to be cool. But no, I don’t buy it.

Let me go off on a little sidebar and try to explain how we got here. Battle Tendency was published in 1988. Back then, Hitler had been dead for decades, and Germany had been partitioned into two countries, East and West Germany. The Nazis seemed to have been consigned to the dustbin of history, and as time passed, pop culture grew more comfortable using the Nazis as historical villains in stories like this one. There was a sense that yeah, the Nazis were really bad, but they were gone now, and they would never come back. I think there was a similar mentality surrounding the Soviet Union after the U.S.S.R. dissolved. By the 2000′s there were all sorts of internet memes about Nazi stuff and Soviet stuff and it was rationalized as harmless envelope-pushing.

The problem is, it doesn’t seem so harmless in 2021, when Russia is a autocracy that meddles in U.S. elections, emboldening white nationalists in the process. The “alt-right” fanatics who marched in Charlottesville in 2017? The rioters who stormed the Capitol building this past January? Those assholes probably wouldn’t call themselves Nazis, but neither did the Nazis. They called themselves “National Socialists”, because they were trying to make their ugly policies sound more legitimate. The same holds true for “alt-right”, “economic nationalist”, “Qanon”, “truther”, and so on. They’re just new labels for the same old horseshit.

I don’t want to judge Battle Tendency too harshly, because it’s the product of a different time, an era when people could at least pretend that Nazism was one of the few problems that we didn’t have to worry about any more. The same mentality can be found in Hellsing. The Nazis in Hellsing are definitely villains, but the conceit is that they’re all immortal vampires or werewolves, because that’s the only way the Nazi menace could possibly exist in 1999. Otherwise, they’d all be dead of old age. Battle Tendency is set in 1938, so it takes the liberty of presenting sympathetic Nazis, because we already know they’ll be defeated in the end, right? We might as well see what makes them tick.

Araki may have thought that using Nazis in a story set in the 1930s would be no different than using Napoleonic French soldiers in a story set in the 1800s. And in the long run, that might be true, but I don’t think we’re there yet. In the here and now, it’s aged rather poorly.

Of course, just because Caesar and Joseph feel bad for Mark doesn’t mean I have to. And Araki may have been more self-aware than I’m giving him credit for. Nazi Germany wanted to set itself up as the Master Race, and in this fictional world, the Pillar Men have come to do the same thing, only they’re much, much further ahead of the game. I think part of the point of Stroheim and Mark was to contrast the Nazis’ supreamcist attitudes with Kars’ ambitions. For all of Stroheim’s boasting, he’s helpless against Kars’ might. But at the same time, for all of Kars’ power and brilliance, he’s ultimately chasing the same pipe dream as Hilter and his followers.

Let’s get back on track. While the good guys react in horror at what happened to Mark, the Pillar Men just stand around nearby and discuss their situation. They completely ignore our heroes, just like they ignored Mark. Kars wants to locate the Red Stone of Aja, because it’s the secret ingredient to the mask he designed that will make them immune to sunlight. Esidisi doesn’t understand how the stone helps their plan, but he’s totally on board. But as they head out, Wamuu suddenly attacks Kars, because Kars stepped in his shadow, and apparently Wamuu just lashes out at anyone who does this, friend or foe.

Wamuu is deeply sorry for this, and begs to be punished, but Kars apologizes instead, because he knows about Wamuu’s whole shadow thing and he feels that he’s the one who made the mistake here. I really love this exchange, because it defines the Pillar Men so well. As indifferent as they are to human lives, they respect one another a great deal. Kars is the leader, but he still treats the other two guys like close associates. He needs Wamuu’s sharp senses and keen warrior instincts. Meanwhile, Wamuu and Eisidisi practically worship Kars like a god. They’ve literally followed him around the world and across thousands of years in pursuit of his vision.

So yeah, if the goal here was to use Mark’s suffering to make me hate the Pillar Men, it doesn’t work. The Pillar Men are evil, sure, but they’re pretty cool bad guys. On the other hand, Mark looks ridiculous here, with Caesar holding and talking to half of his body. This looks like something out of a Tex Avery cartoon.

I mean, let’s set aside the whole Nazi thing for a moment. Why should I feel sorry for Mark? Because he’s in pain? He got cut in half! He should have died instantly! Because he was going to get married? We only met this guy one chapter ago! Because he’s Caesar’s friend? Well Caesar’s kind of a jerk too.

Anyway, Mark begs Caesar to kill him and end his suffering, so Caesar uses the Ripple to stop his heart. Or the half of it that’s still there, I guess.

Okay, so the whole point of Mark’s death is to really get the good guys fired up to battle the Pillar Men, right? Okay, Caesar tries to take them on, and he opens with the Bubble Launcher, the same move he talked about earlier. It didn’t beat Joseph, but Caesar’s Hamon power does hurt Wamuu’s skin, which is more than Joseph managed to do against Santana.

The Bubble Launcher is supposed to surround the opponent with dozens of soap bubbles charged with Hamon energy. Wamuu can’t escape without touching them and getting hurt. But Wamuu just sprouts all these long braids from his head and clothes, and swings them around with superhuman precision to know the bubbles away without hurting himself.

As it turns out, these Pillar Men are familiar with Hamon. Santana was surprised to encounter Joseph Joestar’s powers, but Wamuu and the others have fought Ripple users in the past. And Wamuu’s more intrigued than worried...

Oh, as one final aside, on the car ride to the catacombs, Speedwagon asked Caesar if he tried to use the Ripple to destroy the Pillar Men before they woke up, and Caesar explains that it didn’t work while they were in their dormant state. Remember, at the very start of this story, Speedwagon called Straizo because he wanted someone to use the Ripple to destroy Santana before he could wake up. Now we see that even if Straizo had agreed to his request, it wouldn’t have done any good. Sunlight doesn’t seem to kill the Pillar Men so much as it makes them turn to stone, and the Ripple only hurts them while they’re flesh and blood. So the only way to kill them seems to be by using Hamon in a direct confrontation, and that’s a tall order...

#jojo's bizarre adventure #battle tendency #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #robert e o speedwagon #mark #wamuu #kars #esidisi #get wrecked mark

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kosmokhaos · 8 years ago

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1-20 for three sims of your choice. 83

EDIT: Ok I just noticed the questionnaire isn’t actually 20 questions long. Its only 17 lol. It literally skips 3 numbers at 13 and jumps to 17 at the next question and number 20 is asking a question yourself lmao

I’m adding Trinity to this list of 3 ^_^

Sims Asks

Trinity Jo

1. Trinity is 18 going on 19

2. No middle name but she does have one of those Southern “double first names” so the “Jo” after Trinity stands for Josefine.

3. Black or dark colored tops (usually with some kind of hood or scarf) and bottoms/jeans with some kinda sneakers or boots. She usually goes for form fitting clothing but not because she thinks its sexy its becasue she hates “flowy loose shit” that gets in the way when she’s fighting/running/whipping out a weapon.

4. Trinity has several full blooded demon siblings who either dislike her for being half human, want her dead for being half human or just like to fuck something up of her’s for kicks because that’s just what demonic siblings do :D

5. ….I really need to think of birthdays for my sims lmao But I was leaning toward Sagittarius for her..maybe??

6. Trinity didn’t stay in school for very long and she started late she made it to about middle school before dropping out. Her favorite subject was gym/recess and surprisingly she liked history lessons but she hated everything else lol.

7. Her favorite is the movie Blade starring Wesley Snipes xD But she likes anything with supernatural beings/creature features with action and adventure. Bonus points for gore and blood.

8. Trinity’s latest google search: “Can you break your dick?”

9. Trinity is inspired by people who let their actions speak louder than their words. If Alucard from the Hellsing Abridged Series was real, He would be Trinity’s role model.

10. Favorite book? Trinity!??? HAHAHAHAHAHA ! Any book heavy enough to break someone’s face when she throws it at them is her favorite kind of book lmao

11. Motorcycles, fast cars…and weapons. Guns especially. Anything that makes a big bang is her hobby. Explosions??? Yup. Sharp blades? Yup. Canons? Oh yes. Bitches love canons.

12. I don’t watch or read Harry Potter so idk.

13. I’m not sure how one does the enneagram thing but if anyone can explain it I can maybe choose something.

17. Trinity usually likes all foods as long as its savory and filling. As a half-demon she has a very high metabolism so she eats a lot very frequently. Since she and the Reaper currently reside near the New Mexican/Arizona desert(s) border. They frequent the diners and pizza joints there a lot. Trinity likes the burgers and pizza…as long as it doesn’t have pineapple on it. Pineapple pizza is a sin even for a half-demon.

18. Coffee? Ehhh she’ll drink it occasionally. Tea? Well she’s originally from Louisiana so she likes her southern sweet teas. Cocoa? Yup. Its sweet and warm when its cold out.

19. Trinity’s handwriting is…pretty bad. She doesn’t spell, write or read very well because she was taught to read and write very late into her childhood so that means her punctuation and grammar are usually atrocious. She doesn’t even care so long as her point gets across but Reaper has been gradually getting her to use better grammar and punctuation when writing over time. She writes how she speaks so that means…curse words and slang with a Southern Louisiana drawl in person.

20. Since there’s no original ask here’s a Random Fact: Trinity’s hair length changes so frequently because it grows very fast. If she were to buzz it all off, it’d get back to its current neck/ear length in like a month or two.

D Santana

1. D is pretty old. He doesn’t remember his exact age but he is at least half a millennia. So about 500 years or more.

2. Nope lol He’s very secretive about what his actual name is. He’s had it legally changed it to “D” but if someone asks what it stands for he gives them the name Diego.

3. Almost exclusively Black or similarly dark colors. He’s known for looking like a “modern cowboy” sort of look. That means the black boots and the big black hat with a vest and t-shirt. But he also can go more casual street style with just jogging pants and a T-Shirt with house shoes (at home). He wears the most clothing during the day, of course and usually at night (or at home) you can catch him working topless/sleeveless at his shop.

4. He did have siblings as human. As for vampire siblings, he considers the crew that works at his shop as his nestmates of sorts and therefore they call one another “brother” and “sister”. He also has a lovingly hateful friendship with TrinityJo and The Reaper.

5. ….again with the birthdays that I haven’t given XD Then again I have excuse since D is an older vampire.

6. N/A

7. His favorite movies are “F. W. Murnau’s Nosferatu” (because he finds it amusing) and “¡Vamonos con Pancho Villa!”

8. D’s Last Google Search: “EL1016‑SS: Classic Tube Brake Lines“

9. D is rarely inspired by anyone or anything but he does find people with lots of tenacity and will to never give up can coax him to do things he normally wouldn’t. Which is why he usually tolerates Trinity’s obnoxiousness.

10. He doesn’t read much but he does like TV lol Usually old cowboy shows. He watches “Bat Masterson” and yes he’ll watch the old “Zoro” series sometimes too.

11. D’s hobbies include: tattooing/body art, leatherwork, vintage cars (something he and Trinity “bond” over), supernatural inkwork and bonding.

12. I don’t watch/read Harry Potter lol

13. I’m not sure how one does the enneagram thing but if anyone can explain it I can maybe choose something.

17. D’s “food” is blood but he does consume alcohol because he likes the taste and drinking a lot enough might give him a slight buzz for a while. His favorite blood type is B Negative.

18. Coffee? Tea? Cocoa?? Do you mean TEAquila

19. D has terribly sloppy handwriting. But its slop in those “What the hell does this actually say?” kinda ways and not one of those “Are these actual letters of the alphabet?” kinda ways lol

20. Since there’s no original ask here’s a Random Fact: Sometimes he forgets to English and will start speaking his Native tongue (Nahuatl) or Spanish.

The First Son (Osiris)

1. Osiris is very old. Created before humans. But his “human age” is 29.

2. No middle name lol

3. Osiris has a very formal, clean style. He’s a businessman so you usually catch him in a very clean and precise cut suit and tie his casual wear is “business casual” meaning he’ll do button ups and comfortable slacks and if he doesn’t have a suit jacket of some sort he usually has a vest on. He keeps his hair in a close-cut ceasar style or a fade. He might wear glasses or something but he’s presumed by humans to be blind.

4. “The Second Son” is currently his only known sibling.

5. (Finally a sim with a presumed birthday XD) Osiris is a Capricorn, “born” on January 7th 1988 for human records. From what I see about Capricorns, it seems to fit him. Ambitious, intelligent and calculating, Osiris is very well organized and disciplined. He is reserved and patient and extremely hard-working but can be very cold, brutal and unforgiving when angered. He’s also something of a perfectionist and expects the best of anyone who he works with (and those who work for him). He does not like being disappointed when expectations are set high and has the confidence and cleverness of an attractive, successful, businessman.

6. Osiris has studied at various universities and schools over the years. His favorite subjects are math and science. Like the hardcore stuff. Advanced Calculus, Physics, Biology, Chemistry and of course Alchemy and Magics of all kinds.

7. …..Hmmm not sure how into movies he would be. He’s more of a book reader.

8. Google? He IS google xD. A living dictionary of world history lol But I’d say maybe all he’s googled recently is something like “What is spongebob?” because of all these new dumbass Spongebob memes xD

9. Osiris is inspired by his need to further and surpass the boundaries of human science and physical limitations. He’s always looking for a way to make things better. He feels like since he has to share this planet with lower beings he might as well try to make it tolerable.

10. The Bible is a favorite book of his. Not because believes in it but because he finds it an amusing read. Like “Lol I was there when they crucified Jesus and that’s not how the story went.”

11. His hobbies consist of studying to further the progress of Nilotic Energy (his company), reading in general, collecting historical relics for preservation, creating and cataloging new magic and spells. He also likes cooking. Even though he doesn’t have to eat, he enjoys the art and skill that goes along with cooking and does it often.

13. I’m not sure how one does the enneagram thing but if anyone can explain it I can maybe choose something.

17. Well he doesn’t have to eat to sustain himself but usually he goes for the more homecooked or highclass meal kinda foods. He likes foods that people put actual work and skill into. He can literally taste the difference if you’ve put effort into your food or if you just warmed up some precooked stuff in a microwave. So in other words you probably won’t catch him eating at a greasy fast food place.

18. Does he prefer coffee, tea or cocoa? Surprisingly he likes them all. But teas are his favorite. He likes his coffees and teas in a very specific way.

19. Osiris’s handwriting is very neat and precise. The only time it looks off is when he’s just jotting down quicknotes for something but even then its always legible. He also almost exclusively writes in cursive.

20. Since there’s no original ask here’s a Random Fact: Smoking cigars is a bad habit he adopted during the 1800s. He’s adapted ingredients to suit his own, more non-human, preferences but he still likes certain human brands as well.

#itsoceansecret #Trinity Jo #Trinity #taultvec #Ask Kosmo #D Santana #The First Son #Sims Asks #Ignore the typos I probably have in here

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tex-treasure-chamber · 2 months ago

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OUGGHH BUNNI ♡♡♡ THANK YOU THIS IS SO FUNNY MFJSKSKDKD

Thank you so so MUCH 🥰✨️🩷!!!! Yes!!!!!

1: I’m thinking of a community of Catholic Christians over a geographical area, but I can’t remember the name of it.

2: Is it a diocese?

1: No, it’s smaller than that

#AGAIN THABK YOU OHBKFJD #ashes to ashes • anderson #santana • hellsing s/i

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tex-treasure-chamber · 4 months ago

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Maiden Mother Crone

Seras Sir Integra Santana

Drawn by @judasiscarithot as a comm for me ♡

Seras - Maiden 🌒

The Maiden embodies growth and fresh potential. She represents the beauty of innocence, self-confidence, and exploration. Seras' story is about her finding fresh potential even in the most dire of situations. She grows into her own person, exploring what being a vampire could possibly mean to her, and in so doing, she gains self confidence and power to embrace who she is. She is undead, but she is still growing, still reaching forever upward, finding herself with every step of the way and never losing her natural innocence, her faith in all that is good in the world despite the horrors she faces.

Sir Integra - Mother 🌕

The Mother brings forth nurturing, responsibility, and adulthood. She is grounded, with eyes set toward the future, determined to raise the next generation and ensure they thrive. Sir Integra embodies The Mother in the fierce, unabashedly relentless and determined attitude she holds toward destroying vampires. She knows who she is and she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. All of humanity, to her, is her children, and like any mother, she is willing to risk everything, put herself on the line, to kill, to protect what matters most to her. She knows her purpose, and she is radiant in her splendour and her fury.

Santana - Crone 🌘

The Crone governs aging, endings, death, and rebirth. She holds profound wisdom and guides others through example of her own transformation. As an ancient vampire, Santana's story is one of many endings, one after the other, as she watches centuries pass, empires rise and fall, mortals she dares to love, live and die. Although she herself never physically ages, her mind is a plethora of knowledge and wisdom of mortality and what it means to exist. She guides both Sir Integra and Seras as well as Father Anderson in their own personal life journeys, reminding them it's never too late to rebrand themselves into the people they want to be. Even with hundreds of years under her belt, Santana knows she can still change into something more, something better, and is unafraid to shed her old skin if need be.

Divider made by @sweetmelodygraphics ♡

#embrace who you are • seras #that's sir to you • sir integra #santana • hellsing s/i #seras victoria #sir integra #hellsing oc #hellsing s/i #hellsing analysis #one for the treasure chamber

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tex-treasure-chamber · 4 months ago

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F. Alexander Anderson x Santana Sangreal

Deep in my enemy, I have found my lover...

[They match each other's freak on a catastrophic level]

#tex draws #ashes to ashes • anderson #santana • hellsing s/i #had this stained glass image in a 90s hellsing red colour in my head haunting me for sooooo long until I finally broke down and drew this #look at the way he is gripping Santana's hair. look at her hand softly resting against his chest. I am insane #one for the treasure chamber #I'm just so glad i finished this 😭#alexander anderson #hellsing s/i #hellsing oc #hellsing fandom #hellsing fanart #oc x canon #oc x canon art

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tex-treasure-chamber · 4 days ago

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Alexander Anderson x Santana Sangreal

🎨 artist is @mirthfulmoonshine ♡ please consider commissioning her, as you can see she is a phenomenal artist!!! She really brought this snippet of my fic to life!

The cathedral stood sleepy and silent as late-night London traffic growled and purred outside, abandoned by all save the Holy Spirit and the littlest of God's creatures scurrying undetected amongst the solemn, shadowy corridors. Whilst Santana and Alexander--- Alexander leading--- snuck in through the back door, the moon, full and heavy, peered inside the hallowed grounds with rapt attention via the stained glass windows to watch and bear witness.

Amongst the varying splashes of kaleidoscopic colour splattered precariously here and there as well as the crisp attention of the moon's silvery beams, motes of effervescent dust swirled dreamily, lazily, like refined ballroom dancers across the cool, cracked stone floors while the two carefully made their way inside and through its bowels to reach the heart of the building. Rows upon rows of winking, dancing candle flames, neatly aligned, stood watch by the front door, incessant in their mingling and dancing between whispers of wind within the confines of their ethereally glowing red glass holders, each born from meek entreating, each a living wish. They flickered violently with the draft of the door opening and closing before gentling and resuming their hypnotic undulating, their light casting Santana and Alexander's shadows along the far wall in one merged form.

They unanimously, silently, settled on a pew only a couple feet away from the confessional booths in the shadowy corner, the antique cherry wood creaking loudly under their combined weight but holding fast nonetheless before it's protesting cries mellowed out into a gentle groan before silence reigned once more.

Santana's throat tickled with a scratch they couldn't quite get rid of; they almost didn't want to speak in fear of whatever they would say being too croaky but it was clear from the way Alexander stared at their hands in their lap that he wasn't going to be the first if he could help it. Really, he looked halfway ready to spring up out of the pew altogether and bolt.

Several questions fought for dominance on the tip of Santana’s tongue, each as adamant as the next, some more confrontational than others-- why is your heart rate so high? Why are you acting so nervous? Why do I feel nervous? How do you know this place? Do you also think it's beautiful in here? Have you been here before? Have you snuck into a church with a vampire before, or is today special? Am I special?-- but finally, one took the plunge into existence.

"Why here?" She inquired breathlessly, flinching slightly as her own voice still sounded too loud in the heavy, reverent silence permeating the room.

Alexander flinched too and in the lowlight, Santana's slitted pupils grew round and wide as they noticed the skip of his pulse and the warmth blooming just under the surface of his sun-kissed cheeks, feline curiosity drawing them closer to him with a faint rustle of her dress and the gentlest groan of the hardwood.

Sensing her drawing near, Alexander turned his cheek to face her, silvery light reflecting into both of his glasses like twin moons. Santana stopped, fingers twitching as she stared at the reflection, irritated that he could see her eyes but she couldn't see his. Before she could give into her compulsion to pluck them off his face, he tilted his head and oh, there they were, those jungle eyes that never failed to make her think of home.

"I've a- a confession tae make," he whispered, voice a low rumble like that of the heavy lorries outside.

Santana tilted their head, enough to paint the side of their face in splashes of purple, red, and gold. "To God?"

"Nae." He corrected breathily, eyes dancing across their face, taking in every hue illuminating the inherent cinnamon warmth within their skin. "To ye."

Santana blinked and furrowed their brows, wine painted lips curling into a nervous half-smile. "I don't understand."

Alexander shifted closer, just close enough to feel the slightly rounded curve of her knee against the side of his thigh and when she didn't immediately pull away, he let out a brief bark of breathless laughter.

"I didnae understand it meself either," Alexander murmured, eyes never leaving Santana's face, "not for... well. Until recently, and when I finally did understand, it was too late to st--- no, I-" he bit his bottom lip and looked away, toward the row of prayer candles before whispering, "I didnae want to... to stop."

Santana froze as Alexander reached out and cradled their face, helpless to stop him, helpless to prevent the surge of unexpected warmth and hope from blooming in their chest. This was madness- whatever he was doing, thinking, saying, it was madness---

"I- I.... I..." Alexander trailed off, simply marveling the colours splashing across Santana's face, the way she let him touch her, how she didn't flinch, the richness of her wine coloured eyes peering up at him with such vulnerability.

"Ye are... ye- ye are exquisite, do ye ken that?" Alexander murmured, lips curling into a soft, wondering smile, blond lashes fluttering as gentle as dove's wings. "I've never met a creature quite like ye."

Santana looked away as they ran their tongue over their fangs. What was exquisite was the exceeding gentleness of his touch; they couldn't count the number of times they had felt these same hands wrap around their throat, slam them into walls, crack their ribs, all in the name of his God.

Now he touched them like this, like they were made of glass. Incredible, how two years could change everything. "Yes you have-" Santana began.

"Nae." Alexander, perhaps picking up on her thoughts, or perhaps simply adamant, shook his head. "Never." He repeated reverently. "Look at me."

Santana obeyed readily enough, always ready to look at him, the sound of his heartbeat lulling them into compliance. He sounded so sure, so earnest- his heartbeat echoed his words in a way they couldn't deny.

When their eyes met once more, Alexander let out a small, shaky sigh. "I love ye." His voice drifted through the hallowed halls like the last few lines of a hymn.

Something cracked inside Santana. Something they thought they had learned to hide better over the last two centuries. They stared at him, dumbfounded. "Don't do this," they whispered, hands drifting to settle atop his own, neither pushing him away or pulling him closer. "don't do this to yourself."

Alexander laughed softly despite the thunderous energy coursing through him. "It's too late," he laughed again, thumb idly brushing against her cheek, "I do. What are ye gonnae do aboot it?"

Santana closed their eyes. "Anderson-"

"Do ye love me?" He pressed, hands beginning to tremble.

Santana turned their cheek away. "It doesn't matter if I do or don't; this is going to have major repercus-"

Alexander carefully turned her cheek to face him once more. "Do ye love me?" He asked again, voice dropping into a faint whisper barely strong enough to blow out a candle.

"We couldn't come back from this-"

"Open yer eyes."

Santana obeyed once more, lost in the familiar hue of his eyes. They knew he could see all their thoughts jumbling and knotting up inside their head, knew he could see the despair and heartache, the longing, the one thing they swore they'd never give to anything with a pulse.

Indeed, Alexander saw it. But he needed to hear it. "Do ye love me, Zyanya?" He inquired, Santana's true name rolling off his tongue with practicised ease.

Santana's heart clenched at the sound of it paired with that question, eyes swelling with uninvited tears. They would be no Peter, but they needed him to understand their tears, the weight of their name, to understand what love from a creature like them meant.

"Do you know what the name 'Zyanya' means?" Santana whispered. "It means- it means 'forever'; 'always'."

Alexander leaned in and rested his forehead against hers, never once breaking eye contact. "Please-"

"I love you," Santana took a shaky, deep breath. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

#santana • hellsing s/i #ashes to ashes • anderson #*wraps myself up in this*#tex writes #SORRY MINTY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO POST YOUR COMM 😭 I NEEDED TO FINISH THE SCENE 😭#tex receives

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tex-treasure-chamber · 2 months ago

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Screaming. I'm EXTRA broody and this is therapy so. Word dump about Alexander Anderson character study being a dad to Milagros-

He meets her when she's 3½ (still working on the proper fic showing this scene and the fic leading up to her conception) and as soon as Santana trusts him to start acting like a father to her, he's ON IT. It doesn't matter that she's a dhampir, it doesn't matter that she's got fangs, or that she can phase through walls or that she's abnormally strong and fast. She's his.

He actually takes time off work and cashes into his vacation days for the first time in years. There's a guest bedroom in Santana's flat (because he hasnt earned sharing her bed and besides... that's where Milagros sleeps PFFT) and he all but moves in just so he can see Milagros, take her to the local park, watch her play (he watches her a lot- just. Just watches her like she's the most incredible thing. Awestruck by her. Terrified of her, for her, of anything happening to her because of him, terrified of himself.), talk to her, play with her, just be with her.

3½ years. He missed her first steps. Her first words. Her first breath. He'll be damned if he misses anything else. The videos and Polaroids Santana shows him soothe but they don't ever truly heal the ache of missing those 3½ years.

He's there when Santana gently wakes Milagros, there to carefully brush her hair, gently insisting the child brushes her teeth (and oh, those fangs make him flinch every time in the beginning, autopilot runs deep, but exposure therapy works if you're determined!), there when Santana leads Milagros to her closet and lets her pick out what she wants to wear (Anderson notices that all the clothes are soft and comfortable and that he hasn't bought her anything yet. He's suddenly consumed with the need to buy her things for her to wear, to play with, to remember him by. It's maddening but-- "A new dress is the most she could use if you truly insist but Alexander... you can't buy her love.").

He wants to hug her so bad. Wants to kiss her cheeks and nose her hair and cuddle her like she's a doll just right there against his heart but he respects children's autonomy far too much- he may be her father, but he is still a stranger so he holds back, trembling like an excited dog just waiting for a treat. He doesn't ask for hugs, doesn't touch her without her permission. Doesn't try to guilt her or coerce her. Doesn't try to buy her love. He just waits.

He just waits, whining and in near tears when she runs up to him for the first time and asks for a hug, smile wide, arms outstretched. She may not remember their first hug when she is older but he sure doesn't ever forget it.

He does cry about it later, and what little is left of Santana's bitter anger over him ghosting her those 3½ years ago melts away like the dew that clings to gossamer when the sun finally rises after a particularly long and cold night. It's a step forward.

Not just for him- for both of them. For all three of them. Together, as a family.

#tex writes #ashes to ashes • anderson #milagros • santander treasure #santana • hellsing s/i #*wraps myself up in this*

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tex-treasure-chamber · 12 days ago

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Santana Sangreal x Alexander Anderson

#*wraps myself up in this*#ashes to ashes • anderson #santana • hellsing s/i #tex draws #one for the treasure chamber #sooooooo normal about the symbolism in santana and anderson's story so so soooo normal about her being the serpent and eve so normal #about anderson being adam his eyes open but not cast from iscariot-- leaving the garden of his own accord. soooo normal SO NORMAL ♡

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tex-treasure-chamber · 2 months ago

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Santana, exasperated: Why are you like this???

Anderson: ah, well, technically speaking, right, ye can't spell 'Catholic' without 'Chaotic'.

#literally watched this priest give me 18 minutes of 'useless' catholic trivia and this one made me laugh ♡#alexander anderson #santana • hellsing s/i #ashes to ashes • anderson #howdy welcome back to me clowning 🤡

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tex-treasure-chamber · 4 months ago

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Awwwww.... he's seething again 🤭✨️💚

Alternative title: Santana Sangreal x Alexander Anderson's early on relationship dynamic in one image

#someone take pinterest AWAY from me 😳#tex draws #one for the treasure chamber #THIS JUST. *IS* PINNACLE SANTANDER KDJSKD #ashes to ashes • anderson #santana • hellsing s/i

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tex-treasure-chamber · 3 months ago

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Hellsing OC

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Divider made by yours truly ♡

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝙲 - 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 || "𝙻𝚊 𝚅𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊"

Originally named "Zyanya", Santana came from humble origins from a small village in Mexico, well before the Conquistadors arrived. When she fell ill at 36, her mother begged and pleaded for help, the word spreading until a stranger arrived, declaring himself to be a medicine man. He had eyes like rubies and could indeed work great magick, impressing the villagers thoroughly, some even considering him a god. He took pity on Santana, and after confirming with her mother that she was a virgin, he changed her to combat her illness, leaving fate to run its course.

When she finally woke up, he was long gone, leaving her to deal with her new state of being all alone. She fled her village upon feeling deep hunger for her mother's blood and thus became a nomad, feasting on a violent criminal who mistook her for a mere helpless maiden. From then on, she swore to only consume the blood of those who would spill another's, and over time, she even grew a taste for the blood of fellow vampires she met who delighted in torturing humans. It is around that time that she met Alucard, and the two forged a deep familial bond only two predators like themselves can.

When he was incarcerated by Hellsing, Santana searched for him, growing stronger and stronger as the years trickled by until he was finally released by little Sir Integra and searched for her. From then on, she lingered like a shadow, to volunteer her time and power toward Hellsings' mission as another vampiric vampire slayer. She can never go home again, so she carries her home inside her heart and memories.

Further Viewing

My tag for Santana on my blog is: Santana • hellsing s/i

See the following for drawings I've done with Santana (ft. F. Anderson)

See here for a character sheet I made of Santana

See here for a flirtatious battle scene between Santana & F. Anderson

See here for a commission of Santana's original form, "Zyanya" (ft. Vladcard)

See the following for writings I've done including Santana (ft. F. Anderson)

1. "At The Art Gallery" (Santana finds a lost orphan child in the art gallery that belongs to F. Anderson during a field trip he and a fellow priest coordinated)

2. "During The Blitzkrieg" (a slight re-write of the War on London segment of Hellsing to briefly include Santana coming to Sir Integra's aid when F. Anderson and co. find her)

3. "Untitled" (an excerpt depicting Santana's original ancient form ft. Seras and F. Anderson)

4. "Lore dump" (it's as it says on the tin haha, goes more into her lore and how she occupied some of her time after she was changed)

Always looking for new friends to chat with so if you like what you see and want our OCs to be pals please reach out ♡

OP Note: This post is inspired by @bunniisms who made a lovely oc stim board of bun's oc Amity which can be found here!

#tex moods #hellsing oc #santana • hellsing s/i #hellsing s/i

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