#the playfulness with integra......

[cry-ptidd]

This is the best thing I've ever read

surprise gift for @cry-ptidd because i wanted to write a werewolf with a predatory side and a BAMF middle aged woman. partly inspired by a convo we had. i can probably be convinced to continue it.

closest you'll get to a TW is threats of gore and predatory behaviors. Laura is a werewolf.

Laura is not permitted to go hunting as often as she’d like; no outings into the night in general, much less the violent sort that ended with men’s limbs gripped between her snarling jaws as they cried in agony. That was almost never. But tonight must be special—her very own Sir Integra had deigned it a night she was allowed to go out. Not for a violent hunt, no, but for something to sate a different kind of hunger.

She stands in the head office at her master’s side where the traitor once stood, rigid in posture with her hands clasped at her front. The marble floor is painfully clean and shining, even under the low light of the too-high crystal chandeliers. Even after all these years, Integra’s wide mahogany desk and tall upright chair remain the only furniture in the room. An expendable agent stands before the two women, rattling something off from a newfangled tablet. It was the kind of technology that had an unpleasant whine in her ears more often than not.

But after listening to the nightly debrief from operational intelligence, Integra waves her hand. “It sounds like a sleepy night,” she muses, “truly a rarity.”

Laura finds herself tensing in anticipation, hair on her arms and the back of her neck standing on end. That wasn’t how Integra usually led into training exercises or the housework given on other dull evenings. The middle-aged heiress to the Hellsing name cracks open the center drawer of her desk to unearth a golden cigar case. Through the tall windows behind them, the dark sky and full moon called, speckled with the faintest of stars and framed by red curtains. The werewolf’s eyes widen a sliver and her nose twitches.

“Better than the alternative,” the man quips back with a smile, straightening the pages and laying them on Integra’s desk for her to review. The arteries in his neck pulse ever so faintly with his heartbeat. His hair is salt and pepper grey, with movements slow and sluggish in the werewolf’s eyes. If not for the red armband on his suit and the woman at her side, Laura would’ve thought him a fitful, lean snack.

“I suppose so,” she hums, “but I can’t leave my girls bored forever.” For a second, something flutters in Laura’s chest at the possessive tone. But she just as soon crushes it, forcing it away as Integra flicks open her case and plucks a cigar. “Laura.” Integra snips the end of the cigar for a crisp start. “Be a dear, will you?”

The werewolf reaches into the pocket of her apron and pulls out a golden lighter, offering a flame with a quick flick.

“Good girl.” The praise sends an imperceptible shudder down Laura’s back. “That will be all.” She replaces the lighter in her pocket and the lowly peon bows, turning his back to shuffle away like he wasn’t one wrong step from being picked up and shaken like a ragdoll.

They are far too comfortable around her.

The door clicks shut behind him, echoing in the high ceiling, and the ever-lovely Integra swivels her chair to look at the werewolf over the rim of her glasses. Laura just stares back at her piercing blue eye, waiting for an order.

“Do you think I should approve Seras’ request?” Integra asks before inhaling slowly from the cigar. The strong smell is almost enough to make Laura’s stomach churn with memories of dingy pubs and disgusting pigs but on her master? It is another matter entirely.

“What did she request?” the werewolf replies, nose almost wrinkling as Integra blows out another puff of smoke.

“A night on the town with you.” The Hellsing cracks a wry smile. Something in her eye glimmers. In the back of her mind, Laura wonders how long ago this request had been placed. They didn’t exactly go out frequently, and the vampiress frequently complained in her ear the next evening about how she’d snuck away.

“And why ask for my approval?” Laura’s hand twitches with the urge to brush a strand of hair, slipping from her ponytail, away from her eyes. Almost like she was a schoolgirl again. Distant memories of flowers crushed in her tense grip for some faceless young thing; a first crush. She swallows.

“Figured I’d see if you’d like to go,” Integra muses with the cigar between her lips, “If you were up for behaving tonight.” Heat almost rises to Laura’s cheeks at the thought of the last time, almost getting caught by all-too-perceptive humans. Funny that the woman hadn’t put together the teeth and the eyes until they were almost to her home. Funnier yet that Laura had been on her best behavior at the time and simply disappeared.

“I am bound to your command,” Laura replies gruffly, finally breaking eye contact to look away.

“Fine then.” Integra blows an almost playful puff of smoke at her. “I command you to accompany Seras for the night with nothing but your very best behavior.”

A smirk crawls up on Laura’s face at the thought of innocent women at the bar, straying like a young rabbit from its den. Tonight is a night for hunting bunny rabbits. With wide eyes and rosy cheeks. Soft skin and a dainty perfume. The big, bad wolf would eat them right up. “Oui, sir.”

[lesinquietes]

Forgive me y’all but I’m on a Hellsing kick again and I’m thinking about Alucard being infatuated with a darling who’s the daughter of a deity 🪽

18+ (minors dni) // yandere buildup

Curtailment

He knows you’re off-limits. Integra said so. She told him not to tamper with the Gods. Hellsing has enough trouble dealing with Iscariot; she doesn’t want her pet interjecting himself in any more supernatural affairs, particularly when you’ve decided to graciously lend a hand in information gathering for them.

But he can’t help himself.

When you come around — which is not often, mind you — he’s always watching from the shadows. The day he introduced himself to you, taking your hand in his and planting a gentle kiss to your knuckles, was the same day Integra commanded him to stay away. You aren’t dumb, though. You know he’s there. You’ve done your research on vampires, and you know who he is. In fact, it’s your unwillingness to flinch when you glance into his blackness and he flashes a pair of crimson orbs at you, that fascinates him about your demeanour. Such a curious thing you are. Beautiful, too. A being that was truly sculpted by the Gods.

One night, tired from your travel and his incessant antics, you address him. You’re reading in the library. The atmosphere is peaceful, save for his tumultuous, overwhelming presence; it’s that which makes you privy to speak.

“If you always make such a racket stalking your prey, it would be no wonder to me if you were starving.”

And he takes that as an invitation. Despite Integra’s caution, he manifests in the middle of the stacked shelves. It would be rude if he ignored Hellsing’s most esteemed guest, after all.

“My dear, you wound me.” He utters, pressing a chaste hand to his empty, unbeating chest. “Do you believe I’ve learned nothing over my years of hunting?”

You close the book you’re translating and stand up from your lonely desk. Static in place, you maintain a short distance. Unlike prey of the past, you’re collected and certain of yourself. He senses no worries, no second-guessing. As with him, it must have taken you decades to hone yourself and your abilities. He has respect for spirits, deities, and other things of old precisely because of this shared perseverance.

“If what you say is true, then you’ve made a crucial error in judgment.” You muse, eyes meeting his without fear. “That’s not very befitting of a King.”

“Oh?”

He tilts his head ever so slightly to the right. The grin painted on his handsome, pale face hasn’t diminished a bit. Although your banter is spicy, you haven’t stepped out of line. He likes playfulness in conversation, so long as the other party meets his expectations; thus far, you’ve exceeded them.

“We may be on the same team now, but don’t think for a moment I’m not a threat to you.”

A low hum leaves his closed lips. Boldly, he nears closer to your desk. He’s significantly taller, towering over you like an evergreen canopy in a chaotic forest. He lowers his gloved fingers to rest just below your chin, hovering there, not daring to touch you, though deeply tempted to take what he feels will be his. Instead, he settles for flustering you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my Goddess.”

Next l

[daringlyhers]

Integra x Fem!reader

A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfiction so please bare with me if it’s kind of lame LMFAO if you have any tips please tell me in the comments <3

Pairings: Integra x reader | Platonic! Alucard x reader

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You were always there for her, both mentally and physically. Most of the time you were glued to her hip, keeping her company or helping out with the most mundane things. You were her best friend… though in the back of her mind she wishes you two were more.

You stand by her side, playing with her hair while she focuses on some documents in front of her. “Surely you’re bored” she mumbles out.

You giggle slightly “Never” you respond back. She hums back, acknowledging what you said but not quite believing you.

You sigh, gathering all her hair before separating it in three equal parts so you can braid it. “You’ve been working on these for a while now. Don’t you want to take a break?” you question gently before immediately scoffing “Of course you don’t. This is my way of telling you to.” you say, replying to your own question.

She looks up at you, an amused smirk on her face “Oh? Am I right to guess you have something in mind that is more important than these documents?” she questions. She was fully aware that this was your attempt at pulling her away from her never ending work and she can’t help but feel her heart flutter at your concern.

You sigh in exasperation, finishing up her braid. You admire your work before unraveling it, knowing she would rather not be seen with it. “Hmm, I don't know. Maybe eating something, you know, so you can continue to survive” you say with sarcasm.

Integra rolls her eyes, though a hint of amusement is present in her next sentence “Survival, hm? I suppose I can’t argue with that logic”. She leans back in her chair, stretching out her back and rolling her shoulders, letting out a sigh. After a moment of silence, she speaks up “I suppose a short break won’t hurt but you know I’m more than capable of managing my own”.

You gasp in fake offense “I know that! I’m only saying this because I’m bored…” you reply, walking in front of her seated from. You cross your arms, giving her a playful glare and she chuckles softly. “Oh how very intimidating” she teases you “Your glare could rival that of Alucard himself” she says, her smile seeming to grow.

You gasp, quickly shushing her “He could be listening!” you say, looking into all the dark corners of her office while sweat dropping “We’re just kidding Alucard!” you say, worrying if he heard.

Integra shakes her head, hiding a smirk behind her hand at your reaction “Oh, don’t worry Y/N” she says, her voice sounding amused “Alucard wouldn’t mind a bit of harmless teasing”. She folds her arms across her chest “Besides, I can handle him. I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do that would phase him”

Your eyes seem to light up “That’s so true!” you practically sing out “You hear that Alucard?! You’re a freak and you smell bad!” you say, puffing out your chest with a broad grin.

Integra facepalms with a sigh, shaking her head “You’re incorrigible,” she mutters under her breath, though her tone still held amusement.

Suddenly, a deep chuckle echoed from the shadows and a voice resonated through the room. “Now, now, I’m hurt,” the voice drawled, heavy with a thick Eastern European accent “I happen to have an excellent smell”.

You squeal, jumping into Integra’s lap for safety. You look towards Alucard’s voice with wide eyes “Alucard” you say in surprise “You were really there!...I was only kidding!” you squeal out. Integra laughs lightly, her arm wrapping around you, securing you firmly.

Alucard emerges from the shadows, chuckling deeply at your reaction. His tall, imposing figure moves closer, a smirk on his lips. “So quick to cower?” he teases, his red eyes watching you closely “I had hoped for more of a challenge” he hums out.

You chuckle nervously “Ah ha ha… hey! Stop getting closer!” you say, pointing at his approaching figure. Alucard simply raises an eyebrow, a smirk still present on his face. He takes more slow and measured steps to you and Integra. He clearly relishes the fact that he’s making you uncomfortable. “What’s the matter? Afraid of the big, bad vampire?” he teases, his deep voice dripping with humor.

You look up at him like he’s dumb “Ummm, yes?!” you say back. Finally you call out to Integra “Integra…” you say or more like borderline whine “Don’t let him kill me! I’m still too young” you say dramatically, burying your face in her shoulder.

She laughs now, her hand coming up to the top of your head and petting your hair “Oh, calm down you theatrical little thing,” she teases light-heartedly. “Alucard wouldn’t dream of killing you, you’re way too amusing for him to get rid of” she muses.

Your head immediately perks up “Really?” you question towards Integra but Aucard’s deep chuckle rings out through the air “Oh, trust me,” he says, his voice smooth and confident “You’re far too entertaining. Why would I want to get rid of such a great source of amusement?” he questions.

You slowly grin, puffing out your chest and placing your fists on your hips “That practically makes me immortal” you say confidently with a gloating grin. Integra rolls her eyes from behind you but there’s a small smile on her face.

Alucard arches an eyebrow, his smirk turning into a sly smile. “Well, well,” he says, his voice oozing with amusement “Quite the confidence. How about we just say your immortality comes with terms and conditions” he drawls out.

You chuckle nervously, pushing further back into Integra’s lap “No… I’m one of those free immortals” you say back. Integra’s arms wrap tighter around your waist, making sure you’re snuggly pressed against her. Her hand comes up to stroke your hair again, a reassuring gesture. “Oh, I’m sure you’d like to think so,” she says, her voice dry. “But I hate to break it to you-” she goes to say before getting cut off by Alucard’s chuckle, a dark, dangerous sound.

He takes a step closer to you, looming over you both “No ones truly immortal,” he says with mirth “We all have our time, one way or another”. You gulp, having to crane your neck to look up at him “S-Stop that, you’re not funny!” you say while glaring up at him pathetically.

He merely chuckles once more, his smile never leaving his lips. He leans down slightly, resting his hand on the edge of Integra’s desk. “Oh, I’m not teasing,” he says, his voice taking on a darker tone. “I speak the truth. Everyone meets their end eventually.”

Integra, the ever observant lady, notices your unease right away. She tightens her grip, drawing you impossibly closer to her. You shiver at Alucard’s sadistic smile “Stop getting closer! Or I’m staking you!” you say, grabbing Integra’s quill off her desk and pointing it threateningly at the dangerous vampire. You know you look absolutely ridiculous pointing a quill at the most powerful vampire to ever live.

Alucard simply raises an eyebrow, looking absolutely amused rather than threatened. He doesn't back away but does stop his descent. “You? Stake a being as powerful as me, with a quill?” he asks, a hint, no his whole voice dripping in mockery, “I don’t know if you’re extremely brave or just plain foolish.” he muses, the corner of his eyes creasing with his smile as he finally straightens himself up, putting distance between us.

You gasp in offense “That makes me brave” you growl out. That only makes Alucard’s smile widen, he now wears a wolfish grin. He seems to take great pleasure in riling you up “Ah youthful audacity,” he hums out, his voice almost sardonic. “So naive, yet so confident. But let me ask you this- do you even understand just how powerful I really am?” he questions.

You glare at him harder “Let's find out then” you quip before lunging for him. Although you wheeze rather than him. You just now remember Integra’s grip around your waist, keeping you in place instead of allowing you to try and get at the grinning creature.

You struggle in her grip “Let me at him” you say, twisting in her arms in an attempt to get free. Unfortunately Integra holds your firmly, her arms tightening their hold. She gives a small laugh, amused by your fruitless attempts to break free. “Oh, would you settle down,” she chides, amusement dripping in her voice. “You’re not attacking anyone.”

Alucard barks out a laugh, amused by your eagerness to end his immortal life. “Quite the little firecracker you have there, master Integra'' he merely responds back. You huff in defeat, going still in Integra’s hold “You’re lucky she’s holding me back, Alucard. Or you would be d-e-a-d” you say, spelling out the last word. In one last act of defiance, you throw the quill at him, it uselessly bouncing off his chest.

Alucard doesn’t even so much bat an eye as the quill bounces off his chest. He just smirks down at you, his eyes glittering with dark humor. “Ah, yes, I’m so terrified,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm . “A young, fiery human with a quill. Truly, a force to be reckoned with.”

Integra chuckles, shaking her head “Do forgive her, Alucard,’ she says, holding you snugly against her “She tends to act a bit rashly when provoked”. She pinches your ear before letting go and you yelp “Ow!” you squeak out, rubbing your now pulsing ear. “Whatever” you grumble, looking down at the ground while sulking.

Alucard, still standing over the two of you, notices your sulking state. He lets out a small snort of amusement “Tsk, tsk,” he says, his grin returning “Quite the sore loser, isn’t she?”. Integra rolls her eyes and sighs, knowing you will retaliate but there’s an affectionate look in her eyes as she gazes down at you.

Your head snaps up, a murderous glare on your face “Why you little-” you say, once again struggling in Integra’s grip. Eventually you make it out or more like she lets you go, either in exhaustion or plain curiosity in wanting to see how this will turn out.

You lunge for him, picking up the discarded quill on the ground in the process. You stab at him, trying to get a hit but he easily dodges each of your attempts, his movement quick and agile. “Hold still!” you yell out. His deep laughter echoes in the room, finding great amusement in your act to “stake” him, as you called it. “Oh, this is comical,” his voice filled with mockery. “Quite the feisty one, aren’t you?” he teases your agitated form.

Integra watches you both from her chair, exasperated but wearing an amused grin at the scene unfolding. This was a pretty great way to spend her break.

[nockfellblues]

Alucard with a partner who is a werewolf <3

Hell yeahhh- ugh the way this prompt reached out and grabbed me by the throat?? I love this concept so muchhh

Just headcanons written with as xreader this time around, hope you don’t mind!

Warnings: none!

First meeting and early interactions are probably a lot of calling you “mutt,” “Dog,” “Whelp,” and “Mongrel.”

Absolutely will try to pick physical fights- Alucard lives for a worthy opponent and finds a good fight to be genuinely fun. Probably the best bonding experience you could have, tbh.

Definitely doesn’t accidentally start to track the moon phases for you. Completely coincidental that he is always available on the night of a full moon and the day after.

Loves your teeth! Alucard will straight up tell you they are cute- Maybe a little hot, too. Especially if you’re mad.

Really leans into playfully teasing about petting- but loves to actually pet your hair and head as a form of affectionate touch.

Also really leans into pet-play when it comes to *ahem* private time lmao Biting? He loves it. Draw blood? Even better. Claws out? Hell yeah, sink them into his back, please.

Definitely loves when you sit on the floor besides his chair and lean your head on his knee- He’ll gently run his fingers through your hair as you talk or just exist quietly together.

Always present when the moon is full and your transformation takes over. Helps you exorcise all of that pent-up energy and blood-lust- and whatever else you might need, of course. Tries his best to keep you out of trouble, but will let you run a little rampant if its entertaining.

Provides much-needed care the day after- a long lazy day of rest, good food and drink, and whatever words of comfort or affirmation you need to hear(albeit a lot less sugar-coated than you might want. He’s here for you loving every aspect of yourself including the ‘monsterous’ ones).

Loves being paired with you on assignments for the Hellsing organization- affectionally calls it “Play time,” and is an absolute menace about stealing kills and generally messing with you- Not in a way that jeopardizes the mission, but just enough to give it a playful edge; Alucard knows when to get serious and when there’s enough of a power imbalance to allow for some extra fun.

Affectionate nicknames include: “Love,” “My sweet,” “Moon-child,” “Beloved,” “My Moon.” Will revert to calling you things like “Whelp,” or “pup,” if you’re having words or you’re being a brat.

Definitely don’t let him hear someone else call you anything derogatory though. He’s quietly protective of you. More often than not he will simply loom in that menacing way he’s so good at until whoever opened their big mouth gets the hint and apologizes. Egregious affronts are usually met with threats and whatever small-time violence he can get away with(Integra might let him get away with more if you’re also on her good side. You probably are. She seems like a dog person lmao). If they’re an enemy, he’s more than willing to string them up and let you toy with them if you want, but they’re definitely going to die afterwards.

Woof, Alucard just makes my brain go to jellyyyy 😩🔥 Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for requesting ;u;✨💕

[autumnaaltonen]

(listen, listen my two brain cells are working hard!).

Alucard with a sort of muscular s/o who has scars and stretch marks due to hunting/missions. She's seems intimidating/doesn't talk much and always takes things too seriously even with sarcasm. But secretly she just socially awkward and shy. Who's insecure about her body and how her muscles/scars making her look scary.

Maybe one day Alucard complements her for her work during a mission ((or one day she wears a dress for an event)) and catches her blushing cuz she nvr gotten a complement before.

Hehehehe, yesssss

Alucard With a Muscular, Scarred and Socially Awkward S/O

As an individual, you were one of the more experienced monster hunters out of all the other human Hellsing soldiers, you’ve got your fair share of kills from every variety of freak, be it vampires, ghouls or werewolves. However, while this fact should make you the most popular member on the team, it was unfortunately quite the opposite.

Spending so much time on your own on solo missions, even prior to Hellsing, has put you a little on the stiff side. You can tell when a vamp was about to slash a filed hand at you from a single twitch of the finger, or when a ghoul was capable of running rather than just stumbling based on the pattern of their steps.

But social ques like friendly greetings, sarcasm and self-deprecating humour have become lost to you over time, and it’s painfully noticeable to both yourself and to everyone around you. You were stoic silent, not in ignorance, but fearful of the mystery that has become your fellow human. Jokes fly above your head, and playful jabs make you question the people you surround yourself with, but you keep rationalising at the end of the day that it’s all in your head, and that your glaring is not going to make you any new friends. You felt like a wolf in a pack of sheep.

To add wood to the fire, you’ve also garnered a number of physical mementos from your work, like nasty scars from close calls with a mouth or a claw, moles and freckles from waiting in the sun before nightfall called upon your kill, and stretch marks from the various changes your body has gone through during your physically intensive work

So, you were a tad intimidating to most. But Alucard has always been different. He’s the King of weird and intimidating, so when he took notice of your insecurities despite your gifts, he just couldn’t have it.

“Do not waste your mortal life fretting over polished gold. We may not shine in the sun, but just as the moon dazzles at night, our aptitude is best performed in darkness.”

The both of you hit it off fairly quickly, to say the least. With Alucard by your side, your social anxiety is somewhat pattered down, as there is no way in hell that you could seem like a weirdo with him walking next to you.

Alucard makes you feel seen at the most unlikely of moments, laughing proudly while watching you kill on missions, competing with you on who could take down the most ghouls in one night, or checking on you every once in a while to make sure you were stocked on ammunition.

He even begins to give you words of affirmation and compliments that frazzled and dazed you every time.

“Even I could learn to fear the fury of your gaze, dear.”

“What an alluring sight you are, out of breath and blood-sated.”

“Careful now, if you keep fighting like that, I may just have to keep you.”

Alucard made you feel special and one of a kind, and for once in the best ways. And when he slowly starts pushing on your walls, and words become actions, you wonder why you ever second-guessed yourself.

But then there came the dreaded occasion of the UK Special Forces Division Ball, an annual celebration for the Queen’s most gifted soldiers, and of course Hellsing was hosting as usual, being the most indispensable military group of the time. To make matters worse, Sir Integra had chosen you to deliver this year’s welcoming speech, saying you were “the most exemplary standard for whom a solider of the Crown should strive to be.” And as his human friend, Integra also expected you to accompany Alucard throughout the night to balance out his attitude. Alucard agreed to your accompaniment without issue, even looking forward to not having to be forced into speaking with arrogant and imperious higher-ups.

Fuck that. Fuck this. YOU HAVE TO WHERE A DRESS!?  

You aren’t a ‘pick me’ by any means, but you cannot recall the last time you were anywhere near a pair of heels and lip-gloss, and that terrifies you. What the dress showed off your shoulders and arms? If you put on make-up, would you end up like the Matchmaker after Mulan threw tea on her? With your muscles and scars, what if you looked like a frou-frou G.I. Jane?

You don’t think you’ve ever had a near panic attack over such a trivial matter before, but it wasn’t trivial to you! For once, you were not even worrying about what others would think of you. Instead, all you could imagine is the fact that Alucard would see. Handsome, beautiful Alucard…he came from a background of Medieval opulence and royal refinery, a King who wore robes of ruby-dyed wool and a crown of glittering jewels, who had dazzling women at his beck and call to serve him in any way he asked.

You knew there was only one thing you could do: call upon your commanding officers. It took a lot of self-reassurance and determination, but it all pays off when you see the smiles on Sir Integra and Seras’ faces, both absolutely game to doll you up for your big moment. Sir Integra is a master-class in fashion, having three separate closets for her suits, gowns and decorative weapons. Seras is a social woman fresh out of police college, and was no stranger to what cosmetics looked best when clubbing or going to a fancy-shmancy gala.

You imagined that they would cover you up with a shawl, or cover your scars with concealer, but to your horror they instead slipped you into a sleeveless and tight woven gown and black heels that accentuated all your muscles and curves, as well as applied very basic cosmetics to just your face to make you pop.

Maybe this was a terrible idea.

But they don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and shove you out of your room and down the hallways into the ballroom, practically throwing you through the doors…and directly into Alucard’s back. Turns out he had been waiting by the entrance for quite some time, making a bit of a scary scene for all the other guests who needed to walk past him towards the dance floor. He was looking for someone, and everyone hoped to God it was for a good reason.

You were able to brace your hands in front of you after being thrown into your good friend’s back, knowing that even someone with your strength could not stumble him. When he turns around, prepared to scold whoever dared try to shove him, you brace for the impact of a bullying laugh or a disappointed frown, wrapping your arms around yourself like a protective shield and looking down at his boots.

But you feel his gloved fingers wrap themselves around your hands firmly, removing them from around your sides and resting them atop his chest. He then puts a finger under your chin, tipping your head up to look at him.

“I was starting to wonder when my second-half would appear. Though I see you kept me waiting for good reason, now you have become even more dazzling than the moon.”

You gape for a moment, taking his words. “Your second-half?” you question.

“Of course, why do you think I asked my master to keep you by my side tonight? A King requires his fair beauty on his arm.”

The sincerity of his words and the admiration on his face nearly brings tears to your eyes, settling yourself against him in relief as he pulls you closer. Gone are all the nerves that have been biting at you all day, and you feel prepared to take on the world (or at least deliver a greeting address) with Alucard in your ring.

[nursekitties]

Unnamed Hellsing OC. I’m thinking she’s an ex-Iscariot vampire bounty hunter, playful rival/ex love interest to Alucard. Ex friend of Integra. Something like that.

[citrusotakutea]

Hey op just curious what makes you hate the new Hellsing fanbase. As a fellow Hellsing fan I was wondering if I’ve completely missed something strange going on lately.

The new Hellsing fandom honestly irks me because of the surface level probing of the source material*. Yes, to most it's a hard core, dark, violent, mad and bad-ass anime but, like I've said so often, for so long on this dumb blog, it has the BEST female characters I've ever seen, recently rivaled by Arcane. Incredible depiction of platonic relationships and morally grey characters. To me, it's primarily a found family story, among other things.

The side characters are incredible, Yumi and Heinkel are the most underrated of the show. I mean come on priest and nun lesbians (lesbian used liberally). Heinkel is confirmed by the author to be an INTERSEX HUMAN. Alucard shapeshifts into a female (which, looking at the Devilman fandom, everyone took for an obvious trans metaphor, why not here?). The source material is as homoerotic as it can get between a lot of the characters (the tension between Sir Integra and Seras during the blood scene). Let's not forget Rip van Winkle, Pip, Walter, and Alexander. Alucard's teasing, Seras' naivety and subsequent maturity, Pip's endurance and playful wittiness. These characters and relationships are stuck in my head forever, they're all incredibly unique, fleshed out and worth remembering, no matter how short a time they spent on screen. And the character designs? As a long-time vampyr and catholic guilt fan, can I just say. Rawr. This show shaped how I dress like irl and my own shitty characters, as well.

Sir Integra is my favorite character of the show and one of all time. Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Like, an actually good depiction of a no-nonsense, androgynous as hell, unabashedly commanding (dare I say) woman? And it's played completely straight? No "Whaaa that's a woman?" every 2 seconds or "heh, you will listen to me despite my womanhood" from her. Powerful in her own right despite being the few "magic"-less humans of the series. 0 sexualized Ultimate scenes (sorry Seras and the "hot down there" comment doesn't count, that was banter). She was fucking knighted by the Queen of England before she was even 25, hence Sir Integra. Canonically bi-racial and South-Asian. I'm not even going to go into her character's willpower and values but. Hellloooo??? 

Not to mention, something noteworthy about the series, but Hellsing works because Hirano made time for silly moments. I mean, hell, one of the scenes I remember most vivdly was the gag of Heinkel lighting Sir Integra's cigar and being mega-pissed about it during the final battle, it's funny yet in character, despite many fans saying the humor throws you out of the "reality" of the show.

Oh no, but what do the new fandom gremlins talk about? "Alufart rails Y/A" "OMG VLADCARD'S BARA HAIRY TIDDIES I WANNA RUB MY FACE AGAINST THEM" (you know who you are) “I drew the most fucked up version of Alucard I could think of in my twisted mind”

and my personal "favorite":

"omg 🥺 what if intewa and alucard kisswdd", it's almost as bad as Seras x Alucard.

Unfortunately, I am a part of the ship police, so I'm gonna say right now that these two are my most hated ships:

1) Sir Integra and Alucard's relationship goes beyond romance to me. Since none of the new fans know the lore, Sir Integra is and will die a virgin (canon), it's literally plot relevant because by having sex, if she gets bit she will become a zombie slave (obvious but apparently needed to be said) and, taking a note from the 2001 anime, gone is any chance to continue the Hellsing mission. If she was bitten, plot armor aside, she'd have to off herself instead of becoming a vampire. (and for you freaks out there/pos, dare I say… ace representation? you can argue about desire and subtext later)

2) Seras and Alucard's relationship was specifically noted by the author to be a father/daughter dynamic, which is kind of obvious in the show. Like I said, fundamentally a found family series. Yeah, you don't need to treat found family like family family but I gen can't stand this ship.

I know that people will ship characters who've never been in a room together before. I can't stop people from shipping them and these two ships have ALWAYS been popular in the fandom. I typically ignore this and, yes, "don't like, don't interact" is my main rule. However, new fans ONLY talk about this stuff. None of the rest of the show seems to matter, just Alucard's hairy mustached tig bitties and him fucking one of the two women in the main cast. Or someone's self insert.

((tangent but personally my favorite ships are Alexander x Alucard (obviously in an enemies to enemies way), Heinkel x Yumi, and a romance only Seras x s.Integra. Like, you want old women yuri??? There ya go! They were in a mansion for like 30 years (I forgot) together, probably going missions alone and sharing their grief over Alucard and their unique experience/history. Like I said, I can't help who people ship, I'm not trying to say the source material is in favor of my ships or "how dare people interpret these obviously gay characters as straight". like no, that's not why I'm upset and ik alucard and alexander weren't yaoi-ing it up but like. alucard and s.integra shippers dni /j))

Not to mention, I couldn't help but notice, despite this information being readily available to my middle school self, no one knows the fckn lore or background of this show?? I honest to god saw someone comment that Hellsing Ultimate™ was a bad “remake” because it diverged from the original anime.

Here's SOME fun facts:

-the 2001 version of the show has a different ending than the manga because it wasn't finished yet (duh). Hellsing Ultimate is "soooo short" because production took almost a decade and it was trying to be a faithful, well-animated (that takes time bruv) adaptation. Oh, and a bunch of directional changes that I won't get into.

-there are multiple OVAs following Walter's youth in WW2 (Hellsing: The Dawn). Young Walter's design honestly was one of my favorites from the series so. Walter enjoyers. Check it out.

-there is a bonus book explaining a lot about the characters and process of creating Hellsing written by Hirano himself. whenever I got a hold of it, though (8+ years ago) there was no English translation.

-Alucard didn't just transform into a girl that one time, he was in his girl form the entire time during WW2 (hence why when people mention his possible affair with the Queen it might've been a sapphic thing but I think that mostly stems from the abridged series. the queen thing not the girl thing)

-Hirano used to be a Hentai mangaka and actually designed many of Hellsing's characters in said hentai or in short stories (such as Crossfire, it's basically extra, non-canonical Hellsing content) beforehand. Which, this used to be the most popular "fun fact" but has been lost to the sands of time now, so prepare for a lot of people rediscovering this.

-personal lore is I almost named myself Rip van Winkle bc of this show (quirked up Portal, Grell Sutcliff, queer-coded, rifle-wielding shawty)

Anyway, to sum it up, I hate when people don't interpret characters in the same way I do. Yes, I am a bad “fandom elder”, idgaf I am fundamentally a hater.

*I keep seeing this happen with old shows that resurface. Unlike newer or more popular shows where every scene gets scoured, characters who showed up for one scene get analyzed, and endless cafe AUs are made- older shows mostly get fan art of the main charas and the ships of the two hottest characters and that's it. Discussion of lore and themes are completely off the table. So I'm not surprised, just disappointed.

[zestyaahbutler]

hi!! I enjoy your works so so much, and your art is absolutely beautiful. just wondering— what is the relationship between amulya and walter? Cause it seems like there’s a lot more than just simple friendship there 👁️👁️

My first ask aaaaa! <3 Thank you so much for your kind words. I was so absolutely delighted to wake up to this in my inbox. It really does make me sooo joyful that people love Amulya and are curious about her. I'll post some Amulya doodles soon hopefully

Regarding your question, Amulya and Walter have more than a simple friendship. He is the one who assisted her in day-to-day life and she relied on him both for daily tasks and emotionally. She chatted with other workers in the organization as she was rather lonely. She couldn’t go out on her own for her safety and most people she knew were through Arthur’s connections. She relied on employees to socialize with. Being so lonely made her naturally curious about all the people at the estate. 

TW: mentions of suicide, questionable dynamics, mental illness, average Hellsing lore

Once Walter was put in charge of her, she took it upon herself to get to know him. Amulya made it a point to break down the professional mask and learn about him as a person. Walter was hesitant to let her be able to know more about him but he eventually folded. She would bother him if he was working and as it could’ve hindered his productivity, he never reported it to Arthur.  

Walter is a sarcastic son of a bitch and she challenged that fairly often. Amulya pushed him to be more playful with her. 

I do want to say that the feelings were on Walter’s side. He didn’t realize them till she did acknowledge what happened to him in 1944. I don’t think he ever would be used to someone knowing he was put in a dangerous position and even comfort. He did keep those feelings away out of respect for her and Arthur. 

Walter was the person she opened up to about feeling alone, disliked, and damaged. In a selfish way, he would’ve felt like he was the only one able to comfort her. Yeah he acted as if he was keeping his distance but there was always the want of having her acknowledge him in the same way as he saw her. It was one of the reasons why he was so open about his thoughts events, people, and practices of the organization with her. There was always that deep respect and admiration that went beyond serving her. 

When she did have her first suicide attempt, Walter found her before she could go through it. I wouldn’t want to go too into it as I’d like to write a short story about it.

Along with the bad, he was there for good moments. They both gardened together which was her main hobby. It was the main way she was able to get out of the stuffy mansion and outside. Amulya would see it as a place she can relax and take her mind off of things. Walter may have seen it as ‘their’ place. She also got him to slack off every now and again to have tea with her or an emergency shopping trip. 

Amulya was also much more doting with him from being so close. It wasn’t odd for her to hug him. Mainly situations if she was emotional or if she comforting him. I would say once there would be an instance where she wanted to try the European greeting of kissing on the cheek but he informed her afterwards of the implications and it is not a British greeting. 

There was gossip among maids/butlers and other workers about the details of their relationship but it was just rumors. 

She was entirely vulnerable with him which made their relationship pretty intimate. When she did come onto him, it was selfish but also out of desperation. 

She would feel betrayed by Arthur for almost lying to her after tying the knot and having Integra. There would be the passing thought of perhaps he was just using her for an heir (he wasn’t and she knows but it still occurred to her). With Walter, she was looking for comfort, affection, and feeling safe. Her actions are horrible and puts him in a bad position. Nothing that scandalous happened. He stopped her for her sake and also his own. 

Walter greatly helped Amulya in taking care of Integra. Amulya would even make a joke about him being Intergra’s second dad or mom. She was always grateful for him holding her while she sits by because she felt too sick to do so. Or even just staying up with her at night if Integra was keeping her up. It would be a huge deal when Amulya was more comfortable spending time with Integra alone and even sleeping with her in bed. She also made Walter promise her that she wouldn’t be involved with anything dangerous in the organization. Buuut that promise was later broken as seen in the events of the series. 

Their relationship is more than just a simple friendship. But there were more implications and imagination on Walter’s side for the early parts. He’s a selfish character but Amulya is too. But she is tragic in her own way so I can see people sympathizing with her. As sad as she is, she isn’t without numerous flaws. 

Thank you for the question! I hope this entertains u, anon. I was thrilled to get to talk about her. I hope to get more so if anyone has anything they wanna know or see, let me know. Inbox is always open and no question is really too uncomfortable.  I do make tons of jokes about their dynamic. I am a little bit of a simp for the ship cause I like making Walter suffer. Maybe don’t be a hot old guy and betray a supernatural organization next time.

[faithintheunknownsblog]

Chapter Summary: First day on the job! Time to get settled in and start the descent into insanity.

Master List

The Blood On Our Hands

Chapter One: The New Arrival

Your eyes go wide when the chauffeur pulls up to the front gates of the Hellsing Estate. Watching in disbelief as they open up and your driver pulls in. You were already made aware of your job benefits- living in the mansion being one of them- but you still can’t believe it.

First they paid for first class tickets to London, then had a driver pick you up from the airport. Now this? It all feels so surreal, and nerve racking. This is sketchy and you know it, but there is no turning back now.

There are two people waiting at the bottom of the steps and two more people are waiting at the top of the steps by the doors. You can’t see the ones at the top very well because it’s starting to get dark outside. But the ones waiting at the bottom of the steps are dressed in suits.

One of the men in suits goes to the trunk to grab your luggage, and the other man opens the door for you. Holding out his hand to help you out of the car with a smile he says, “good evening madam.”

“G’evenin, sir!” You say with a smile as you take his hand. You have an American’s southern accent that’s a stark contrast to their British ones, which Sir Integra forgot to mention. So he’s caught off guard and you can tell by the way his eyes widen for a moment.

But he quickly goes back to normal, and helps you make your way up the steps. Now that you’re at the top you can get a clear image of the men who you couldn’t see before. And you wish that you still couldn’t see them, because they’re terrifying. Both are armed with machine guns and covered head to toe in full tactical gear.

Your stomach twists in knots, and a feeling of dread washes over as you think about what kind of things await behind the large doors in front of you.

When they open the doors you see Sir Integra standing there with an unlit cigar. But it isn’t like that for long because a man standing next to her lights it.

He’s tall and skinny, with black hair that’s tied up in a ponytail. You can tell he’s an older man by his face and his gray eyes, but he stands like his body hasn’t been affected by aging. He’s wearing black dress pants with a white dress shirt, and a purple tie that is tucked under his purple vest. He also has black gloves and a monoclonal.

“Nice to see that you finally arrived,” Integra says with a slight smirk and the hint of a playful tone.

You nod and try to make your sentences proper since Intergra was your boss, “jus’ in time too! Not wanting to be out afta sundown.”

“That’s a wise decision,” Integra agrees. You don’t know of the dangers lurking in the streets of London at night, and it’s better for it to stay that way for the time being. “How about we get you settled?”

“That be lovely Sir,” you nod. You’re tired and have jet lag, so you are happy to be led to a giant bedroom that made your jaw drop.You look around in pure astonishment “woah-“

“There are only a few rules,” when Integra spoke you snapped your attention back to her. “You don’t come out of your room at night unless told. You have a bathroom connected to your room, so there is no need for you to leave. You also aren’t to open your windows or curtains at night.”

You don’t like those rules, but you won’t protest because you’re living in her mansion rent free. “Yes Sir, understood.”

Integra smiles, “good. We’ll go over the rest of the house rules tomorrow, sleep well.”

“You too Sir!” You smile back and close the door behind them as they leave, locking it after. Then you walk over to the California king bed and flop down on it with a long sigh. You want to sleep but your thoughts keep you awake, everything circles back to only one question; “What did I get myself into?”

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You only got a few hours of sleep, but you’re up by 5 AM in London without any alarms. It’d be 12 AM in your home state of South Carolina. Somehow even when you’re in a different timezone your body manages to wake you up at 5 AM. It’s still dark out, and you can’t do anything but lay awake in your bed.

Which you do for a few hours, even when you hear three gunshots. Growing up on a farm you get used to it because of hunting season. Then you remember you’re no longer on the farm, but you are living in a mansion as a personal nurse.

“SIR INTEGRA!” You shout after the realization hits you. You jolt out of bed and slip a shirt over your head as you rush towards the door. But even after you unlock it you can’t open it. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”

You look at the door, you know you can’t break it down. When you look at the clock you see it’s 7 AM, so you have to wait a half an hour just for the sun to start coming up.

You frantically get a med kit ready and spend the rest of your time panicking. Three gunshots, that’s three possible casualties that you know of. But how many did you sleep through?

You watch the clock, and look out the window. When the sun peeks over the horizon you rush to the door and try to open it. “Suns up! *Whyn’t you openin’?!” You shout at the door as you keep jiggling the handle. “DAMMIT! OPEN!”

You fight with the door until it finally unlocks, and when it does you fling it open. Your mind is running so fast that you don’t realize someone is standing in front of you until you crash into them. It’s the man Integra was with yesterday, running into him was like hitting a wall but you don’t process that. “Where Integra?! How many people hurt?!” You ask him but don’t give him a chance to answer before running through the halls and rushing down the steps. When you don’t see her in the living room, you rush down another hall and find the dining room.

There you see Integra at the head of the table, casually eating her breakfast. When frantically looking around the room, you see nothing that indicates there was a shooting. There was no blood, nothing was broken, and Integra was perfectly fine. Integra looks at you with a face of indifference and plainly says, “most people would be out of breath after running around like that.”

“I heard shots, where ev’body?” You didn’t mean to ignore Integra but your mind is still racing, and now you’re confused.

“Gunshots?” Integra looks past you and when you turn around you see the man in purple. “Walter, did you hear any gunshots?”

“No Sir,” Walter says and walks over to Integra’s side. When she holds up a cigar he lights it for her.

“I thought so,” Integra takes a quick inhale of her cigar. When she exhales she looks at you and gets a stern tone, “but what I did hear was you attempting to break a stupidly simple thing that even a dog could understand.”

“I’m so sorry Sir! I was thinkin’-“ you start to explain yourself but are cut off by Integra’s fist slamming down on the table.

“I couldn’t care less what you were thinking! I gave you a specific order that you failed to follow!” The anger in Integra’s voice rocks you to your core, and reminds you of the drunkard that was your father. You will resent that wannabe of a man to your very last breath.

You quickly remind yourself that Integra isn’t your father, she’s your boss, and even if she wasn’t, you won’t let yourself make that comparison again. You know nothing about her, what she’s been through, or her hardships.

And Integra has given more in the past 24 hours than that asshole did in 22 years you’ve been alive.

Maybe she’s doing it because she can afford it, but either way you fucked you and you need to own up to it. “My apologies Sir, I won’t let it happen again!”

”It better not,” Integra says harshly and takes another puff of her cigar, then waves you off. “Go make yourself presentable, and be back here in an hour.”

“Yes Sir!” You nod and leave for your room. Once you’re out of earshot Walter and Integra have a conversation.

“Sir, don’t you think you’re being too harsh on her?” Walter asks Integra.

“I can’t have people that are unable to take simple orders in my facility Walter,” Integra says plainly and takes another inhale of her cigar. But when she exhales a small smirk crosses her face.

When Walter sees the smirk he understands, “but you also don’t want someone who will be walked all over.”

“Precisely Walter,” Integra nods and checks her watch. A devious smile plasters itself onto her face, “she has fifty minutes left. Make it a challenge for her.”

Walter nods, “as you wish Sir.”

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You were in the middle of a shower when the hot water stopped. You tried the knobs, and came to the conclusion that you only have cold water to shower with. “Ga’ dammit! If I wanted col’ water I woulda shower at Memaws!” You shout but finish up your shower.

45 Minutes Left

When you walk out of the bathroom you see your luggage that was in your room before you took a shower is not there after your shower. “You gotta be kiddin’ me!”

After digging through the dressers and the linen closet you manage to find a shirt and pants that are way too big. Luckily you still have hair ties, you make a chain and pull them three pants loops to tighten them enough to stay up on your hips.

25 Minutes Left

When you open the door to your room you see your luggage, waiting right outside your room. With an annoyed sigh you pull the suitcase back into your room, and go to change. But the zipper is broken, you growl, “you’re really pulling my leg today!”

15 Minutes Left

You get the suitcase open and quickly change into the first thing you see. You also do a simple makeup look, and go to do your hair. But your brush is missing so you fight with your tangled hair to make it look decent.

3 Minutes Left

You run out of your room at full speed, and basically slide into the kitchen, looking up at Integra as you do. You were counting the minutes in your head and knew you had a minute left.

But when Integra checks her watch she blatantly lies to you, “you’re 2 minutes late.”

You blink, you know you counted right. You had arrived with a minute to spare. Her watch has to be wrong.

“Is this job not important to you?” Integra asks you, and laces her fingers together. With her elbows on the table she rests her hands inches away from her face.

“It is, Sir!” You reply immediately, though you already know that answering back is futile. You prepare yourself for a series of malicious insults.

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Integra says coldly and watches your reactions. Depending on what you say and do will make up her decision of how Alucard is allowed to interact with you. Because if Integra were to let Alucard around you without any restrictions he’d have a hayday.

“Sorry Sir, shoulda had al’ my things ‘gether bafore showering!” You say and lick your lips. You did have all your things ready. You would have been out of your room in 25 minutes if it wasn’t for whatever outside force that messed with you this morning.

“Why didn’t you?” Integra asks you, she picked up on your lip licking being the sign that you’re lying.

You know you’ll sound crazy if you say what actually happened, but you aren’t going to lie. So you quickly spit out your answer, “’cause outta nowhere the wooter* ran as cool as it do in apalacthit*! Den I went for ma clothes and dey weren’t dere! I look for some spares ‘roun the room ‘n’ thought I got lucky but dey didn’t fit either! I manage to get ‘dem to work ‘n’ open ma door ‘n’ see my bag! Go to ’pen the darn thing, zipper’s broke, but I got it ‘pen. Grab the first thin’ I see ‘n’ go to do my hair ’n’ ma brush missin’! But got ma stuff done ‘n’ dashed here!”

Integra blinks, she understands absolutely nothing of what you just said, but assumes that you told the truth. Which she didn’t expect.

When Integra is silent you sigh and say, “I’m havin’ a rough mornin’ Sir, but I take the ‘sponsibilities for my actions.”

Integra lets out an exhausting sigh, “though that story sounds extremely unlikely, you’re taking responsibility for it?”

You nod and plainly say, “yes Sir.”

“Are you just saying that, or do you actually know the error you made? In the instance that all of what you said is true, of course.” Integra asks you to see if you actually know what you did wrong

“I’s late ‘cause I shoulda skip makeup, I had saved time if I did.” You admit, because you know that with all the stuff that had already happened you should have just gotten dressed and come back. But you did your makeup, which ate up time.

“So let me ask you this; how do you expect anyone to trust you with their life if you can’t even tell time?” Integra is getting down to the nitty gritty, but she does have a point. Well she would have a point if she wasn’t currently gaslighting you into thinking you were late by two minutes.

“They can't, Sir,” you tell her.

Integra looks you up and down to see you dressed in a matching pair of red scrubs. She fakes a look of disgust, “what are you wearing?”

“Scrubs Sir,” you answer, not entirely sure why she’s asking.

Integra pulls the richest and most snobby attitude she can, “I told you to make yourself presentable, not show up in pajamas.”

“They ain’t pjs Sir, docs ‘n’ nurses in *‘Mareca wear ‘em round patients.” You explain, but when you think about what everyone else is wearing around the mansion, you do look underdressed compared to them.

“Americans have no sense of decency,” Integra says, faking her condescending tone.

You clench your teeth so hard that you can feel it in your ears. But you keep a soft smile and kind eyes. “‘m sorry Sir, but I ain’t have nuthin’ fancy to pack!”

Integra sighs, “we’re going to have to get you some clothes then.” She looks at Walter, “go get her something to wear so she doesn’t make a fool of us.”

“As you wish Sir,” Walter nods and leaves the room. You can feel Integra’s cold eyes glaring daggers at you. Even though it’s only a few minutes, Walter’s absence feels like hours. When he comes back he hands you something that’s folded up, so you can’t tell what it is yet.

“Follow me,” he says and leads you to a bathroom.

When you walk in you’re filled with awe, everything in this mansion is so elegant. But you don’t admire the scenery for long because you need to change.

After unfolding the clothes you realize it's a skirt and button up shirt. The outfit style itself isn’t horrible, but it’s too small and itchy. “Thing feels like Skiter* season.”

You walk to the door carefully because it feels like if you move the wrong way everything’s going to tear. Also when growing up on a farm you don’t wear skirts on the regular. Skirts also aren’t practical in nursing, but you remind yourself that- luckily- this outfit is just temporary.

When you open the door you’re met with a smiling Walter who leads you back to Integra. When she sees you she smirks and asks, “how’s the outfit?”

You lick your lips and lie, “it’s nice, thank you Sir.”

“Glad you like it-“ Integra gets up, “-are you ready to go?”

“Yes sir,” you lie again. You do not want to go out in this outfit, but it doesn’t matter. You just have to suck it up and go with it.

Which is exactly what you do.

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You follow Integra and Walter around as they lead you through stores that you don’t realize are more high end than you thought.

That’s until you hear the tailor tell Integra how much a custom suit would be for you. “3500€” the tailor told her.

Your eyes go wide when you hear this. 3500 USD is expensive in itself, and you know Euros are more than USD. You’re not sure by how much, but you know it’s a pretty penny nonetheless.

“That’s all? I expected it to be more,” Integra says plainly and you feel your jaw drop. Integra looks over to you and chuckles, “what’s the matter?”

“I cain’t* let ya pay that typa money on me!” You exclaim, all the money she’s already spent on you is weighing on you. But you already have clothes, so you don’t feel right with her buying more for you. “I know this chump change for ya, but you already done ‘nuff for me!”

Integra gives you a grin, “you are a part of the Hellsing Organizing, I have to make sure you represent us well.”

“That’s mighty sweet of you ma’am,” you smile. “And I promise that I’ll make y’all proud!”

“I’m sure you will,” Integra nods and pays the tailor. “Now, how about we get some lunch. I can’t believe it’s noon already.”

You step off of the platform you had to stand on when you got your measurements and walk towards Integra. “Ready to go when you are!”

The three of you leave the tailors and get some lunch.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet after that. Maybe life at the Hellsing Estate won’t be so bad.

{Words explained}

*Whyn’t: Why isn’t in one word

*Apalacthit; southern pronunciation of Appalachian

*Den: Then

*Dere: There

*Dey: They

*Dem: Them

*Wooter: Water

*Mareca: America

*Cain’t: Can’t and Ain’t put into one word

*Skiter: Another word for mosquito

[kristencsummerlin]

X + Y

X: A character you enjoy making suffer?

Depends on the fic. For my Hellsing/BlackButler one I was gonna make my OC Shirley suffer mainly through combat. Because she has healing potions although she herself can't regenerate and the potion causes you to feel the pain one would have throughout the time of the healing possess all at once. So she's weak and in pain during and after combat and while quickly healing with the potion. Besides her it would of been one of her "students." She's the whole whiny vampire trope. She's one of those "doesn't want to be a vampire" type of vampires so she's emo and kind of bitchy due to partly starving herself. I gave her and Shirley dark background stories. I don't really want to hurt a canon character. Maybe Integra's Uncle because fuck him.

For Nicktoons it's Timmy and Tootie. They canonly are supposed to have a hard life. So I gave them a more dark Fae folklore like background that fits with their characters and the show. The idea is to continue the Nicktoons so I don't know if anyone wants me to spoil it here. lol I don't know, making Timmy and Tootie suffer a little has made them almost my faves. Almost because I don't really fave anyone in Nicktoons yet.

For Soul Eater it would be Soul I guess. I don't hate him and I don't really make him suffer. Not like the other characters from the other fics. My idea is for Maka to start dating a guy and Soul to be jealous and upset about it. So in a way they're suffering. The only other person would be Ox. I headcanon that Liz partly hates him due to his arrogant nature and bad haircut. Because those are the reasons I don't like him (Plus his odd obsession with Kim who I hate so fucking much!) So Liz talks shit about Ox all the time.

Y: A character you want to protect?

For my Hellsing/Black Butler it's Integra, Astra (I don't remember if it's his real name or my sister's head canon name for "Ciel" being it was revealed that Ciel is his twin brother's name and not his), Soma, and Alois. Astra and Alois have suffered a shit ton so they need saving. Soma is a ruby chocolate chip cookie. And Integra is like Queen so everyone worship her.

For Nicktoons it's funny enough the main villains. Because all of them want love and friendship in some shape or form. Like I can't hate any of them. Same with the Evil and or Anti Nicktoons. Because I have them be anti-heroes. Which A Glitch in Time has saved me because I for the longest time was trying to figure out why Dan, a 24 year old was working and or hanging around a bunch of teenagers and the novel came in when I needed it the most. THANK YOU A GLITCH IN TIME!!! So yeah protect the evil babies. LOL

For Soul Eater it's Crona, Tsubaki, and Patty. Patty is like an fox pup she's playful on a level no one can understand. Crona because they need all the love their world has gone out of it's way to not give. Crona is literally my dad's favorite character. Like he was watching the show with me and stopped watching it in protest because he thought the show did Crona dirty. Still bitter about it. When I told him the anime treated Crona better than the manga, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIS FACE! And then Tsubaki because she's sweat. Although I like to think of her like the Wonder Woman of the group. Something about her screams it.

[lotus-ignis]

So I did a thing...

Their suits

Alucards hair

Integras hair

Alucards sunglasses

Integras eyepatch

Alucards Hat

Integras skin

Extra traits mods

Alucards traits:

Loyal: "Loyal sims value their relationships and fully commit to them. whether they are friendship, romance or even work! They avoid lying and cheating because their loved ones' trust is very important to them."

Smug: "These Sims have excessive pride in themselves and their achievements. They are very confident and are constantly pleased with themselves."

Passionate: "These Sims are very romantic, especially when being with their loved ones."

Teasing: "These Sims love to tease their romantic interests. They get playful around their romantic interests and their loved ones."

Creepy: "These Sims have behavior that deviates from what is expected and normal. Other Sims often get uncomfortable around them and their closest ones get embarassed for their behavior."

Integras traits:

Determined: "These Sims do not allow any difficulties to stop them. They gain all skills faster by staying focused and confident."

Analytical: "These Sims are great at building mental skills. They get focused when using mental skills, writing skill and mischief skill."

Brilliant: "These Sims are extremely talented in everything."

Smart: "These Sims have better working or study performance. They build charisma skill and child social skill slightly faster. They also get confident when being at work or at school."

Reserved: "These Sims do not show their feelings or thoughts around their newly met romantic interests."

Also, yes they are married.

[tex-treasure-chamber]

"Ain't no judge, aint no jury; I'm just the executioner."

NAME: SANTANA [CLASSIFIED]

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER, THEY/THEM

HEIGHT: 5'0

PHYSICAL AGE: 30

TRUE AGE: [CLASSIFIED]

STATUS: VAMPIRE

DANGER LEVEL: HIGH. APPROACH CAUTIOUSLY AND COURTEOUSLY

ALIASES: "SAINT", "LA VAQUERA MUERTA/THE UNDEAD COWBOY"

AFFILIATIONS: LOYAL TO HELLSING ORGANIZATION AS AN EXTERMINATOR OF THE UNDEAD YET IS NOT OFFICIALLY REGISTERED WITHIN THE ORGANIZATION'S DATABASE AS PER PERSONAL REQUEST.

ALLIES: ALUCARD, SERAS, MEROPE ADDAMS, SIR INTEGRA, WALTER, AND SURPRISINGLY, [CLASSIFIED].

WEAPONRY:

TWO (2) VINTAGE TWIN CUSTOM FILIGREE ENGRAVED .357 MAGNUM COLT PYTHONS WITH "AMEN" ON ONE BARREL AND "BLESSED ARE THE PEACEMAKERS..." ON THE OTHER

ASSORTED POCKET KNIVES, THROWING DAGGERS, AND SWORDS OF VARYING SIZES

ONE (1) BASEBALL BAT MADE OF POLYPROPYLENE

POWERS: [CLASSIFIED]

MORAL ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC GOOD. AS A VAMPIRE, SANTANA HAS NO QUALMS ABOUT KILLING THEIR OWN KIND TO PROTECT HUMANITY ALTHOUGH THEY LIKEWISE HAVE NO QUALMS KILLING HUMANS WHO ALSO POSE A THREAT TO HUMANITY. THEY ARE EXTREMELY SELF-DISCIPLINED ABOUT BLOOD AND FEELS ESPECIALLY PROTECTIVE OF HUMAN CHILDREN AND ANIMALS.

PERSONALITY: POLITE, PASSIONATE, EARNEST, SERIOUS ON A MISSION AND PLAYFUL OFF THE CLOCK. IN A WAY, SANTANA PASSES EASILY AS HUMAN AS SHE HAS NOT LOST TOUCH WITH HER OWN SENSE OF HUMANITY DESPITE HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN SINCE THEY TURNED. HOWEVER, THEY UNAPOLOGETICALLY FIND DELIGHT IN PARTICIPATING IN CARNAGE AND VIOLENCE WHILE ON HELLSING APPROVED MISSIONS.

[As a companion post to my other hellsing s/i post, this one a Grimm- a supernatural hunter]

[findroleplay]

💀Hey there! Casting my line to see if I get any bites. I'm an Enby in their mid to late twenties, searching for writing partners who are at least 21+! Got a new OC, and I've been dying to flesh him out! This role-play will be long-term on Discord, and it'll be MxM with around 75-80% story! Please be literate and write multi-para, and novella when/if the scene calls for it! Proper grammar and punctuation!

Brief Info on MC: He's a shinigami who is very old numerically (thousands of years old) and powerful. While he is originally based in Japan, I can tailor him to fit in Europe or America, too. I don't have a Doc for him yet, but I've got info in my brain that I can share! As well as a Pinterest Board and playlist!

Plot Blurb: As far as potential dynamics go between our Oc's, if you've watched Hellsing Ultimate, I'd ideally like for this dynamic to be similar like Integra and Alucard (With it being MxM, of course.) I am open to other dynamics, but that was what first came to mind as it is one of my favorites! Originally, MC was a human, but was turned into a shinigami on his deathbed in exchange for swearing loyalty to YC's bloodline. And he's already served YC's family for many generations. Now, it is YC's turn to inherit him by their side. Perhaps YC's parents died and they are seeking vengeance? Or have a more noble goal to protect the land they rule/watch over? Or will having someone this powerful by their side ultimately corrupt YC? Many possibilities.

While MC has followed orders from YC's family for generations, he still has opinions and isn't submissive. He can be mischievous, playful, but also incredibly sadistic and merciless when carrying out his duties, considering his nature.

Please like this post only if you're genuinely interested! I need someone who has passion and enthusiasm for world building and writing to match my energy. Ooc chatter is fine, but isn't a requirement. If you are radio silent for 2 weeks, I will assume you have ghosted me, so please be communicative! I will require a writing sample from you to ensure our styles match.

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[paragonrobits]

I'd even say that this specific dynamic is essential to their characters as well as the implied aspects of Alucard's own personality!

Alucard makes it very clear that he doesn't really have much of a personal choice in what he does, or what he is. He kills things, because he's a monster. He's not exactly happy about it, even if he revels in violence, and it is pretty clear that what he craves more than anything else is someone to put him down for good, while retaining their humanity.

He's embraced his monstrosity, even as he's a walking talking embodiment of Helsing Sr's theory that vampires, for all their power, long to be put to rest and all but plead to be defeated. So he is chained to the Helsing family and bound to obey them, as a counter to other monsters. And a key part of this is that while he is compelled to obey Integra, he genuinely respects her.

This can be portrayed in a weird way. He goes on a killing spree against police sent against him in Brazil, and he kills them in incredibly brutal ways, revealing his bloodlust in a very overt way to the audience (and foreshadowing his true nature as the actual Vlad the Impaler) and after being almost playful about sending him there, Integra is visibly horrified by the results of her decision to send him there, and he states that he kills them, because he's a monster. That's what he does. But it is ultimately her decision to aim him at a problem, and he will deal with it as the monster he is, so he makes a point; he's the weapon, and its her that decides whether to pull the trigger or not, so she needs to be able to live with the consequences.

She rallies and impresses him with her resolve, though she privately wonders if she's done the right thing.

So a key part we see throughout is besides Alucard's personal thought of dividing people into men (genuine heroes willing to stand against evil like him), monsters (Alucard, and the things he fights, and implicitly having lost their ability to make much of a choice in the process) and dogs (people with no willpower who just do as they're told, lacking the courage of men or the ferocity of monsters; as much as he hates it when others become monsters to beat him, he's genuinely disgusted by dogs with no real courage in them).

Integra is very heavily pointed as the ideal of heroism and humanity. She remains an ordinary human throughout the course of the series, standing her ground against objectively more powerful forces and refusing to ever give ground. Alucard, for all her power, admires her certainty and he genuinely cares for her in his own way.

So this is very much a Tripitaka and Monkey set up, with the added twist of how Tripitaka is the ideal Buddhist (at least within the context of Journey to the West) and the other pilgrims aspire to be like him, even if they're not exactly the best at it. (Well, Sandy is, for the most part. The others are a work in progress!) This becomes the core of their interaction; Alucard can never be truly human like Integra again, so he admires her as the epitome of what he wishes he could have been, or what he's come to conclude after his centuries of living. So this presents an example where the Monkey is very blunt about his absolute loyalty and being a weapon directed by the Tripitaka, commanded by the Tripitaka and warning them about what he will do, because that's what he is.

(This might raise the question of what this makes Seras. I don't think its the BEST idea to assume everyone perfectly maps to Journey to the West like that, but Seras is interestingly not that different from Sandy. Even as a fully embraced vampire, she never seems to lose any of her humanity and after the years have gone on by, she retains a close relationship with Integra and Pip (despite Alucard's example suggesting that devoured souls wind up as mindless puppets at best, and he retains his full personality).

This puts her in a position not dissimilar to Sandy, in that while Sandy is probably the least powerful of all the demon pilgrims, he is by far the most reliable; he's less impulsive and uncontrollable than Monkey, and he is far more trustworthy and reliable than Pigsy who is more powerful but even more prone to instigating the conflict of the day. This brings us around to Seras, who IS legitimately powerful but far less so than Alucard, and can be trusted to do her own thing without compromising what Integra actually wants to do.

It also kind of puts her in a position of tying with Adventure Time's Marceline for role of the most surprisingly heroic Friendly Neighborhood Vampires once you dig into their character and backstory and you go 'holy fucking shit'.

Granted, that happens whenever you look at Marceline's backstory and it turns out the spooky vampire lady's entire life is an endless string of loss from her mother apparently abandoning her as a child, meeting a father figure much better than her actual biological dad but having to watch him slowly lose his mind to magical dementia in order to keep her safe, and he's still around but he's so far gone he doesn't even understand who she is or why he still cares about her, and THEN it turns out she's the only vampire because the others were sadistic monsters hunting down the last humans and she took them down, becoming a vampire herself in the process.

Okay that got out of hand but unfortunately this hit MANY of my special interest buttons and I've been sitting on meta thoughts like this since I read the Hellsing manga and watched the OVA like... i dont know, it was a while ago. The Kim Possible series finale aired around that time. When was this? okay, 2007. I've had these thoughts banging around for at least seventeen years!)

would this framework mean Allicard and Integra from Hellsing are also a Monkey and Tripitaka?

one thousand percent, excellent example

[serasvictoriarp]

Seras may be a socially-awkward, vampire-hunting vampire, but she's also absolutely adorable and Ryuko will always love her for it. That and also being badass and attractive as well~ ♥

Seras is like a kitten in some semblance of the word. She's cute, playful and enjoys tearing into her prey with her teeth. This doesn't stop her from being embarrassed about being so close to very attractive women, though. Or being a target for sexual harassment from not Alucard, but Sir Integra herself surprisingly enough.

[darkdoverpseeker]

💀🕊️Hey there! I'm an Enby in their mid to late twenties, searching for writing partners who are at least 25+! This role-play will be long-term on Discord, and it'll be MxM! Please be literate and write multi-para! Proper grammar!

Brief Info on MC: He's a shinigami who is very old numerically (thousands of years old) and powerful. While he is originally based in Japan, I can tailor him to fit in Europe or America, too. I've got info in my brain that I can share through Discord! As well as a Pinterest Board and playlist! (I will note that I only have an anime/manhwa FC for him so far, as I haven't found a RL one for him yet.)

Plot Blurb: As far as potential dynamics go between our Oc's, if you've watched Hellsing Ultimate, I'd ideally like for this dynamic to be similar like Integra and Alucard (With it being MxM, of course.) I am open to other dynamics, but that was what first came to mind as it is one of my favorites! Originally, MC was a human, but was turned into a shinigami on his deathbed in exchange for swearing loyalty to YC's bloodline. And he's already served YC's family for many generations. Now, it is YC's turn to inherit him by their side due to YC's parents dying. Perhaps YC's parents died and they are seeking vengeance? Or have a more noble goal to protect the land they rule/watch over? Or will having someone this powerful by their side ultimately corrupt YC? Many possibilities.

While MC has followed orders from YC's family for generations, he still has opinions and isn't submissive. He can be mischievous, playful, but also incredibly sadistic and merciless when carrying out his duties, considering his nature. I'd like for him to be partnered with someone who isn't " a soft uwu fem boy." They need to be rough around the edges to tolerate him, otherwise it'll be impossible to write against with his personality.

interact if interested!