#'ALUCARD ATE HORSES?!?!'

[loadinghellsing]

I am surprised no one has drawn Alucard and Anderson walking Baskerville. Why make them just a couple if they can be a couple with a dog?

i fear anderson cares too heavily about the proper rules for dog walking where Alucard could not care less... dog walks are filled with many disputes...

However- Anderson suffers from 'I see something cute and fluffy- I must coddle" instincts... and thus Baskerville is deemed the most useless of weapons/an instant draw

#i contribute #doodle #andercard #alexander anderson #hellsing alucard #--- #i had to draw baskerville like that in the second drawing #it had to be done #also i only realized half way through that my pen was set to the wrong size... #sooooooo doing asks while fixing/setting up all my art controls again #this was a really fun ask to do btw #because i absolutely headcanon anderson as adoring just about all animals #real reason for his look of defeat in hellsing ultimate #is because he saw the horses #and went 'awww shit i can't hurt those' #paired with the question we all have #'ALUCARD ATE HORSES?!?!'

[villainsimpqueen]

Eternal Bloodlines

Adriana tepes/ Alucard x Male Dhampire reader

This fanfic is for 18+ Audience's due to it containing gorey themes and later on smut.

Also available on A03

chapter 4

Traveling to Gresit may have been easier for you without the Hordes of demons. They came as soon as the sun vanished from sight and their damages far worse than any vampire could make. They would come from out of nowhere as well, just like they did on you tonight.

You snarled as you avoided an ugly ones claws, swinging around on the balls of your feet your ax gleeming moonlight as you swung on the demon's friends slicing through the beast arms. You saw how the others moved away from you mostly due to the sight of your fangs, but that didn't fully deter them.

Because you still smelled like a human to them.

You moved fast, slinging the ax into the night creature whose arm you had taken through its middle feeling the stain of its spine trying to stop you but your last feeding had been some dying old man attacked by the demons and was fading away.

He had begged you, Begged you to get his family to safety.

You did, but at a price that he was more than willing to pay.

You moved quickly not bothering to watch the demon's body fall to the ground as you advanced onto the others. They moved away from your swinging ax, or deflecting it with harder scaled limbs. You stilled into a protective stance as you watched them, waiting for them to charge, one of them was always stupid to advance on you when you barely moved. You watched and one that looked like some fucked up pigman came squealing charging at you head down and large tusks ready to swing at you.

You blocked by diving your axe staff into its mouth and jerked it off balance and into the ground, snatching your staff back before swinging the blade down hard and through the damn creature's skull. You had to roll out of the way due to some wolf looking thing lunging at you while your back was turned. The creatures really seemed to believe you were human. That you were weak and pathetic as the humans they devoured, they killed and ate without a singular thought filled by starvation.

You used to be the exact same but with recent months, you started to see them more than just mere animals humping away at each other. They were capable of something, cultures and such even if they were far outdated than vampires.

You grinned as you appeared behind it stanching its head back towards you and its eyes glared at you a harsh howl trying to leave its throat before you twisted its head listening to the choir of bones snapping and tendons ripping apart as you yanked it head away from its body. You flung its corpse on top of the other as you turned to their last two friends throwing the wolf demon's head to the ground.

You grinned as they backed away from you, you can see the glow of your eyes reflecting on their own. Bright Vibrate E/c and you let out chuckles as you watched their confusion and perhaps some fear fill them.

You must've smelled more like a vampire now.

It didn't matter as you moved kicking off the dirt below you swinging your Ax into the demon on the left, taking its life as your blade sliced down from its shoulder to its waist gliding through the last demon's leg chopping it down to the ground.

You moved crouching to the last one leaning back from its pathetic strikes of claws.

"Ye picked wrong tonight." You chuckled as you brought your ax down for a last attack killing it and watching its head roll away from its neck. You let out a sigh as silence carried over the forest as you got up moving down its past letting out a low whistle. Haldin, your horse came running out from the trees, his reins torn as he trotted towards you. You grabbed them and moved to tie another knot into them as you tossed it over his head to his neck. You checked him, making sure that no demon had harmed him. Nothing but a few scrapes from low branches, you would clean them when you come across another river.

"Best if we get the fuck outta here." You tell him to move to his side and swing yourself over him. Once settled you clipped your Ax into your leather chest strap so it rested on your back and took Haldins reins and turned him and moved back down the path.

Sleeping at night was just asking to be attacked in your sleep, the demons would come for you or for your horse if you tried so you rode during the night and would rest from dawn until mid noon before finding your horse something to eat before traveling once again. You didn't need to sleep very long hours but you wanted Haldin to have rest. You didn't want to overwork your dear horse and you didn't want to cause him any harm if he had a muscle spasm or cramp in his legs. You didn't want to lose Haldin, not when he's been there from almost the start of your journey. Your strange bond to him caused you to be protective of him. You were more willing to take injuries from night creatures and demons to keep him alive and keep them from biting into him, than you would for your own self. Perhaps Haldin had understood this, perhaps he could tell that you weren't human but you meant no real harm to him, that you would keep him safe and that is why your horse always came back to you after you sent it running from danger. He came back to you, each time, even when other humans had tried taking him to flee.

You rubbed your horses neck as you focused on the treelines, listening to them and waiting for another call of an attack. You may have only gotten a few miles from the last attack when you noticed light glowing in the trees and shouts and yells from men and women.

You narrowed your eyes as you pushed Haldin to charge towards it as you could hear the demons attacking those humans. You were met with ruined carriages of a caravan and you snarled jumping off of Haldin, reaching for your ax to bury into the nearest demon.

Speakers.

Your most favored groups of humans are being attacked. They didn't even carry weapons on them and it pissed you off as you moved through the damaged carriages to attack another demon, your blade burying deeper into undead rotten bodies.

You saw flames whiz by your head and you turned seeing a speaker with their hood up holding out delicately small hands where two orbs floated above them.

A magician.

You thought watching the speaker send balls of fire past you landing into a demon's body.

"Don't bloody stand there! If you came to help us, Help us!" The speaker called in a feminine voice pretending to be a male.

You grinned, turning and moving, attacking another demon burying your blade through its body as you moved between others.

You loved that speakers did that.

Dressed the women up like males, it was always a pleasant surprise when one of their women felt comfortable around you to take down their hoods. You liked being able to make one feel safe around you...It made you feel like you were one of them.

Soon there was silence again and the large ball of flames would die down only leaving torches and a dying campfire. Your head turned to see a speaker bring your horse closer to the ruined carriages.

"This one isn't ours!" the speaker said, perhaps that he didn't see you coming from that way.

"That would be because it is his horse." The magician speaker spoke, moving her hands towards you.

More speakers came back from the trees and they all looked at you with their hoods over their faces until one walked out. Moving down his hood you were greeted with an older man.

"You provided us aid, we are grateful." He speaks as he moves towards you.

"What is your name, young man?"

You stared at him for a moment going blank, not because you didn't have a name, you were just unsure of which name you should say.

Your horse trotted to you and you brought a hand to his snout and rubbed it carefully looking into Haldins gentle eyes. The speakers were like Haldin, gentle. They do not deserve harshness and cruelty like the dead and dusting night creatures.

"young man?" The man spoke up again and you realized the other speakers seemed to be stiff with uncertainty if you were just another threat or if you were a friend.

"Y/n…" You spoke to the old man.

"Well Y/n, due to you helping us and aiding my family you're welcome to join us with breaking of bread."

You smiled and looked back at him, at the other speakers and nodded, moving away from Haldin and joining them at the campfire where the Magician one had gotten back up and bright again.

They had made a fast watery stew and broke bread sharing bowls and a hefty piece with you as you all sat. They left their hoods all up, except the older man as you ate your portion.

"Where are you heading to?" He speaks and you glance up at him.

"To Gresit." You answer.

"Why do you wear such little clothes? You're going to grow sick and you will die of fevers before reaching the city." The magician speaker spoke trying to keep her voice as deep as she could which made your lips twitch to a smile.

"I am not from these lands. Where i am from it has long winters, this cold is nothing to it." You tell her with a chuckle.

"You are not from Wallachia?" Another young speaker asks and you shake your head.

"I come from lands surrounded by the sea on all sides. Only way to get there is by boat." You tell them as you bring your bowl to your lips taking in the warm broth of the stew the wild vegetables they had used for it, you chewed on softly.

"Why did you come to Wallachia?" The older man questioned and you brought down your bowl so you could look at him.

"To travel, My father wanted me to see the world and come back once i had seen it." You answer him.

"The hords weren't enough to send you back home?" another asks and you shake your head.

"No. It isn't time for me to return home yet." You said staring at your stew.

"You said you were going to Gresit…Why?" The magician, she asked of you. You had the feeling that she was a lot more nosey than the other speakers of this group but she must've been holding back her questions.

"I've met other groups of your community during my travels, they spoke of stories about a sleeping man under gresit who could stop the monsters." You answer her by looking at her direction. You wondered what she must look like, young, you were sure..but how young you werent.

The speakers had grown quiet even their side hushed conversations with each other pausing.

"They told you that story?...You must have stayed with them for a while." The older man said with a slight wonder in his voice and you shrugged.

"A mere week or two if our paths were the same direction until we split." You answer truthfully, you weren't one to lie, you saw no point in it, not when your father had been sure you'd outlive many human lifetimes before you would fall if you even will fall. You weren't even sure if you would even age and show old age at all. Neither had your father. So why should you lie?

"Grandfather, Now there is another who knows and he is skilled, perhaps-"

"Do not start that again child." The old man snapped his head towards the magician.

You raised a brow as you looked between them.

"They are speaking of the possibility of you being interested in helping our leader's grandchild find the sleeping soldier." Another closer to you speaks, filling you in. The old man turned his head to look at them with a frown on his face before looking towards you. You looked towards him and then to the hooded magician rolling your shoulders as you leaned using your arm to rest on your knee.

"I do not wish to be responsible for your grandchild." You say.

The magician huffed, making her displeasure known greatly.

"I am not a child!" She speaks her facade of a male voice nearly slipping.

You shrugged.

"Hard to tell when you all protect your faces." You turned to glance at the old man.

"Tell me why are you all heading to gresit?" You ask instead of asking for where to find the sleeping soldier instead. Perhaps it was better to know their plans before demanding such things.

"We are going to provide surrivers of the hords aid and supplies, healing too...But we may be delayed now." The old man explains and you nod before glancing at the carriages ruined, their coverings ripped and some wheels cracked and far too gone. They were missing some horses as well, and one of them had gone after your horse instead of their own risking the chance of forever losing that horse.

You couldnt help with the wheels, you were sure that they knew how to solve that problem on their own. But the missing horses, you could easily find them before dawn. You set your empty bowl by the fire as you pushed up from your knee standing.

He wasn't asking you no,Not outright but you had traveled with other caravans to know that he wished to burden you but didnt want to at the same time.

"I can find your horses if you watch after Haldin." You say and you notice how some of their heads turn towards your horse who was tied up by the few of theirs. You didn't stay for an answer already leaving into the woods being eaten away by its treeline as you moved forth to hunt. Hidden from the speakers you were able to be yourself, the true self you were.

You took off, the trees blurring behind you as you moved through them, the moon provided little light under the canopy of the tree's high branches. The earthy smells hitting your senses as you move through the small paths made from forest animals and the new reckless paths made from fear filled horses. You could hear the one you were after harsh breaths. Its hooves dug into the earth's soil as its body was rushing through the brush snapping twigs and small logs under its mighty legs.

You felt that twinge of hunger, the memories of how you used to hunt humans like this and it almost made your mouth salivate at the thoughts of fresh blood.

You forced it down.

You focused, and breathed as you narrowed in on the horse slamming from its side grabbing its reins and dug your boots into the dirt sliding as the horse made a loud sound raising onto its back legs its front legs could have easily taken your head if you hadn't learned from Haldin nearly a year ago how to avoid them.

It took a few minutes to calm the beast but you did and you pulled it by its reins to a tree and tied it. You moved and stroked its neck carefully, your claws back out due to you letting out your most familiar side of yourself. Before you lead the horses back to the speakers you will have to bite them short again.

"Stay here." You tell the horse before you are back on the hunt for the other three horses.

You arrive back to the speakers by dawn with their missing horses. They were able to have finished only two carriages and seemed to be moving all their supplies into them when they stopped noticing their appearance and their horses. Several of them rushed over to take them from you, taking them to other horses and moved to feed them and tend to their wounds. A certain horse cry had you looking over to see Haldin stomping his front hoofed into the ground as he was bobbing his head towards you. You let out a chuckle and moved over untying him and patting his hind quarters allowing him to walk away from the other horses to wonder. The speaker tending to the horses went to try to retrieve your horse but you had stopped them.

"He will only fuss more. When I'm ready to go he will come to me." You say.

"Oh…if you are sure." The speaker softly spoke moving back to tend to the horses.

"You know your horse." The magician spoke, you had heard footsteps approaching you just hadn't cared to turn to see whom it was.

"Yes well…I'm sure he knows me as well." You turned to look at her seeing nothing but the shadows her hood hid her face with.

"Why are you after the sleeping soldier?" She asked and you looked to see what the other speakers were doing, packing some even preparing breakfast.

"To see if such a man who can stop the hordes exists or if they are stories..If he is real then i will wake him up by any means." You say to her. "This has to stop..all of this has to stop."

She was silent as she stood by your side.

"I couldn't have agreed more, can I ask for your aid in finding him?" She asked you and you looked at her.

"Yes."

"I believed from the stories that he is under the church." She says.

You must've made a face because she spoke up quickly.

" I'd do it by myself but God hates us speakers ya know."

You chuckled, you had heard of the stories of how that came to be.

But it had to be the fucking church.

"I will find a way inside of the church for you to enter.." You tell her and you could only assume she was smiling as she clapped her hands together.

"Excellent. You can call me Sye." She tells you and you hummed.

"A false name, yes?" You ask her how amused.

She chuckled back at you.

"Perhaps if you get me under the church, I will tell you my real name." She tells you and you smirked.

"I will enjoy getting to know you piece by piece magician.. I will be seeing you in Gresit." You say as you whistle for Haldin to come to you.

"You are leaving now?" She asked if you could hear her surprise in her pretend voice.

"Well the church isn't going to be welcoming in broad daylight now will it?" You say before walking away from her and mounting your horse. Taking his reins you could hear her chuckle before you pushed Haldin to run down the path and towards Gresit.

chpt 5

#castlevania x reader #castlevania fanfiction #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #18+ fanfic

[alpaca-clouds]

Exhaustion

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Shipping: Trevor/Sypha

Genre: Mostly sad, with just a little smut

Length: 1303 words

The weather was strange this winter. The snow had started falling so early and yet, now that it was December, it was mostly raining.

Their wagon was making its way through the marshy backlands of Wallachia, the foul odor of the place hanging deep in the air. The sun had already set and Sypha was almost expecting them to be attacked by night creatures or vampires or God knew what any moment. But so far, they made slow progress.

There was not much talking anymore. They were both tired. Those last few weeks had been… challenging, to say the least. Even now they were sitting silently on the hog of the wagon, Sypha leaning onto Trevor, while he was still holding the reins.

If it wasn't for the rain, they would take a break. After the last day, the awful stench of the place had become hard to notice any longer. One could get used to everything. But with the rain… Leaving the horses out wet was a bad idea, if they could help it.

Sighing she closed her eyes.

What were they even doing? There was no actual place to go. They had not found her caravan and those last four weeks had been mostly spent going from place to place only to be attacked again. Maybe it had been a mistake to leave the castle in the first place. It probably had been, considering that they left Alucard behind. It had been a bad idea, had it not? Just leaving him there. Maybe they should return. Maybe they should…

One of the horses started prancing, as its hoof sank into the ground, the panic just letting it sink deeper in.

“Ho!” Trevor yelled. “Calm down. Calm down.”

Sypha did not even think before jumping down, taking the horse by the tack and putting her hand onto its nostrils. “Ssh! Ssh. It's alright. It's alright.” Carefully she summoned a flame to shine to the ground, finding that they had indeed left the way in the dark. Of course they had. Thankfully not too far. “It's alright, Cal. Calm down.”

Still the horse was trying to rise up, to get away, but continuous whispering finally calmed her down just enough.

Sypha looked over to Trevor. “I don't think we can continue.” Even she had to admit it. “We get back onto the road and then…” She sighed, shaking her head. It would not help the horses if they ended up in the quagmire.

Trevor just nodded silently. Even he was tired enough to not even curse. “Yeah. Sure. Sure.” He looked around as if he was still waiting for some sort of monster attack. “A break for the night. Sure.”

Even Sypha could not help but sinking into the soft ground, as she led both horses back onto the road and further on, until they had reached a spot just broad enough for them to hold the wagon. There was no escape from the rain, though, so all she could do was free the two animals from the wagon and tying them to a tree that had lost all leaves for the winter.

It was not even ten minutes later that they were sitting in the back of the wagon, were the plane at least protested them from the rain, both stripping to escape the wet clothing. Trevor got some dried meat out of their supply bag, handing it to her.

They ate in silence. Just so, so tired.

“Maybe…” Sypha started, looking at him. “Maybe we should return to the castle and… at least wait for spring.”

He nodded slowly, still chewing on the bit of meat. “Maybe. Yeah.” There was a bitter smile on his lips. “Just to check on whether or not the bastard as turned evil by now.”

“I don't think…” She sighed. The truth was, that they did not know. They did not know what had happened in those last ten weeks. Her blanket draped around herself, she skuttled closer to Trevor, putting her head against his shoulders. It felt good. It felt surprisingly good.

Because in the end, she had started to understand him. To understand his bitterness and why he was, well, a rude idiot. He could still be surprisingly gentle, as he put his arm around her, softly kissing her hair. It was this big unspoken thing between them. She knew he loved her – and she loved him. But out here on the road… It was not the place to be in love. It was not the place to have a child, either. She was more than five weeks overdue. And while she had originally thought it might be due to the stress of their lives since Lindenfeld… It became harder to ignore. She was pregnant with his child.

Did he know it? It was maybe worth another talk. But not now. Now she was mostly tired and did not want anything more then to just lie down, cuddle up to this big rude idiot and…

She lifted her gaze as he put a hand onto her cheek. When his lips met hers, she did consider for a moment to protest, because maybe it was not the best place for it. But the fact remained that it was the one thing that made her forget for a while how horribly wrong everything had gone since Lindenfeld.

So she returned his kiss, allowing him to loosen the blanket around her chest. His hair was still wet, dripping onto her, when she laid down, him above her.

This really was not the right place or time for any of this. And yet his warmth had become so familiar during these last ten weeks. His touch was no longer insecure, as he caressed her skin. He kissed her, softly, and even by the light of their little lamp she could see the same exhaustion she was feeling in his eyes.

[Once again: The sexy part is on Ao3 only.]

#castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania fanfiction #trepha #trevor x sypha #trevor belmont #sypha belnades

[cyanidesurpryse]

Diavolo told me to start journaling, so I guess I will. Today in the stupidity I have to put up with as the system doctor...

Indica did the things I SPECIFICALLY told her NOT to do, and now she's complaining because her shoulder hurts and she popped her stitches. Johei thought it would be funny to punch Jotaro. Jotaro didn't find it nearly as funny, so now Johei has a fractured jaw. Also, I was unable to refill Jotaro's prescription this morning and he will have to go off his ADD meds. Noriaki has been warned about this. I upped Damon's prescription as per Diavolo's recommendation, and he seems to be doing better. Hopefully, he will not have an episode. Holly is still feeling awful and still will not admit it.

On the veterinary side of things, one of Kai's rats has a tumor and it's probably not long until he has to be put down. One of Lucas' cats ate a small foam ball and I had to surgically remove it. Kira has more kittens that I have to vaccinate later today, and Alucard keeps complaining about Jotaro stealing his puppies. One of Dallas and Hol's horses got bitten by a rattlesnake but is doing fine now. Other than that, the animals are doing pretty well.

My bird breeding project is still going well for the most part. For some reason, Kaya and Thor have abandoned their chicks, and I'm now handfeeding them. Bonnie laid some eggs this morning. She and Seanie are always amazing parents to their chicks, so hopefully they are this time as well. Three of my crimson cheeked conures were weaned as well, so I plan to start training them soon before giving one to Narancia because apparently they think their current bird is lonely.

That's about it in my life right now. I guess I could add that Holly and I are still thinking about names for the baby, but that's really all. It does kind of help my stress to lay it all out like this, so maybe I'll keep doing it. -🦜

#Jakob's journal #🦜 #sys shenanigans

[jessiesjaded]

materializes in your inbox like a horrible little goblin

hellsing :)

A lovely little goblin, thank you Very Much.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Seras! Im just a sucker for good hearted, sweet characters and shes a babe to boot 😩

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) Seras as well 😂 You def understand that though- I know you do.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) hmmmm... Honestly I don't see much of Heinkel and Yumie and I do enjoy them so, I'll say those two!!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) feels wrong to say Pip but its def Pip for me, I just enjoy that frenchie 😫

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) The horses Alucard ate 😔

Nah but really though WALTER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) ALUCARD, like how could I not- it wouldnt work of course he's been around too long but i can try, also walter. Also pip. Also-

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) all the nazi fucks, do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars JUST DIEEEEE

#thanks bluesy #ask

[msbelmonttepesbelnades]

Hello there! I hope You're doing well, even if You're busy 💦I was wondering if you could write something (short fic or HC) about a shy s/o who tries to befriend with Alucard & Hector, but they being cold or even a little bit aggresive (after What happened in s3, no spoilers if you didn't watch it yet!) but s/o is determined to helps them even receiving nothing in exchange; because s/o loved them after all & just want Hector & Alucard to smile genuinely again 💔

A/n: I added issac. Since I’ve been gone so long I’ll be doing bonuses ;)

Befriending Alucard & The Devil Forgemasters

Alucard

He’s cold.

Colder than dry ice.

You wandered onto the grounds of the castle.

Wounded and weak.

He was going to leave you there.

But, he’s not a monster.

Yet.

He stood over you, looking down with a vacant expression.

You smelled like blood, sweat and ... horse piss.

He knelt down to roll you over on your back to look at your face.

My my, aren’t you a cute one.

He’ll take you in after all but, only until you’re able to stand on your own two feet again.

When you finally come to, he’s leaning against the canopy bed post.

“You’ve been sleeping for 16 hours. Once you’re fed and smelling...better. Leave.”

You had no recollection of how you ended up there.

Even so, you weren’t ready to leave.

He seemed lonely. He wore it on his sleeve, despite the cold exterior he sported.

You found yourself in the kitchen, he was nowhere in sight but, a plate of freshly foraged food and cooked fish sat on the table.

Alu watched from the shadows, fighting the faint smile threatening to crack his stone face.

The way you swallowed and inhaled the food reminded him of a child.

He frowned.

After you ate the food you moved to bathe.

You gawked around to make sure you weren’t being watched.

Ever since you arrived you felt as if eyes were on you.

They were, he was just good at hiding.

He watched you bathe, so serene and beautiful.

When you finally dressed, he confronted you.

“Leave.”

He didn’t want you there. He wasn’t smiling and well, it’s not like you could defy him.

He wasn’t above killing you just because he can.

Cause he would and will if you refused.

‘No?’

He genuinely wasn’t expecting you to say that. He believed he looked scary enough.

You stood your ground.

‘You’re all alone here, this place is like the catacombs..’

He creased his brow, he didn’t care if you were right.

His sword came flying at you, the tip pointing at the side of your temple.

You flinched, you couldn’t hold up that front anymore.

He saw past that, and it amused him.

“Leave I won’t ask again.”

You weren’t going to take your chances with a sword pointed at your head.

You left.

Albeit, you stayed in the woods.

He couldn’t stop you from living out there, he caught sight of you trying to fish for yourself one day. A comical sight.

During the early morning he halted in his tracks. At his feet was a small pile of foraged food.

Was this from you?

Everyday, for the past week you left food at the foot of the castle doors for him.

He ignored it each time.

It wasn’t until there were no more signs of your presence in the forest did he care about where you were.

Never miss something until it’s gone.

He didn’t bother looking for you though. Assumed you just gave up.

It’s expected.

One cold night there was a loud crash in the depths of the wine cellar.

He wasn’t in there, he wondered if an animal got in.

That’s when he found you, in the corner under a table, sleeping.

It was freezing but, it didn’t compare to being outside.

He left you there.

At least you weren’t dead.

That same morning he caught you rummaging around his pantry.

You didn’t have time to process anything.

He pinned you down to the table and hovered over you, baring his fangs.

“I knew you were a thief.”

You stuttered out, but nothing coherent spewed forth. You could only shake your head, trying to reach down into your satchel.

He did it for you, still holding you in place. As he looked into your bag he saw a bird, a small wounded bird.

It reminded him of you.

He let you up with a frown.

“You were making sure it didn’t freeze and starve to death, I see..”

He was now conflicted, he almost killed you for being a good person.

He was turning into his father lmao 🚩

“Fine. You and the bird can stay here. Just..leave me be.”

He left again.

As weeks went by Alu kept his distance, you tried your best to close it but that proved to be difficult.

You knew you were getting somewhere though, because he smiled.

“You named the bird Lisa?”

Hector

He’s got a nice little room for him, it beats laying naked in a cell right?

Lenore gave him a “servant”

If Hector needed anything, you were to let the the vampire Queens know.

And so you sat with Hector, he was silent and he never looked your way.

You were a vampire, and yet charged with his remedial task?

He didn’t understand.

‘Do you need anything Hector?’

“Stop talking to me.”

That’s as far as you get with him when you ask.

You don’t press him.

Lenore said he might try to choke you out but she said she “tamed” him so it should be fine.

You bring his food, his work tools, and books.

Never does he acknowledge your presence.

It’s like you’re a ghost.

As you set down his plate you move around to clean his room.

He wasn’t doing it himself and Lenore wouldn’t stand for a messy or dirty forgemaster.

He ignored you for a good thirty minutes.

For twenty-five more minutes, he watched you.

You were quiet, introverted and shy.

You were only just doing your job and being polite for these past few days.

He was being nothing but awful to you.

Not that it bothered him, in the slightest given his treatment by the vampires.

Carmilla and Lenore more specifically.

Your reservation is what drew him in ultimately.

“You don’t have to clean this you know.”

‘You aren’t so, I do. Lenore doesn’t like messes.’

Hector scoffed at the mention of her name and looked away from you.

Still he was cold, but he talked more.

“I’d like to go out for a walk if that’s possible.”

You escorted him on a stroll through the castle grounds.

When you two stopped by a balcony over a snowy cliff he sighed out.

“I’m trapped here, forced to create an army...I should’ve died back in Dracula’s castle.”

You frown, reaching out to touch his face he quickly smacked your hand back and stared at you hard.

“Don’t touch me. I know how all of you vampires see us humans.”

He was bitter.

“Food, or a pet play thing. I will not let you do the same to me, Lenore did that just fine.”

He left, walking back to his little corner of the castle.

A few more days a had passed.

Your attitude did not falter towards him which only confused the forgemaster.

He was an asshole and yet you were kind.

The only one to show him a shred of true kindness since he’s arrived there.

“What’s your name?”

He randomly asked, you look his way a faint smile on his face.

Was he finally going to open up?

Isaac

A traveler you were, there was a lunatic old man who had someone you loved dearly under some kind of mind control spell.

You sought out to free them, or so you thought.

You passed the old forgemaster woman a while ago.

Finally you came across what looked to be a mass genocide.

You looked around in horror, seeing night horde creatures and bodies littered around the entire area.

You were going to run but a giant winged beast dropped down in front of you.

What the fuck is that!!!

You fell back and crawled back as it dawned on you.

You were about to get eaten by a monster.

All you had with you was a a measly little curved dagger.

You gripped it tightly, if this was your fate you weren’t going to go down easy.

“I see you’re a fighter.”

Who said that lmao.

No one was in sight, before you knew it the wingged beast swept you up.

It dropped you on a stone walkway that lead to the castle Issac took over.

You scrambled to your feet, holding the dagger out as the creatures of the night began to surround you.

“Why have you come here?”

That same voice..

It only made you look for it harder, you twirled your head to the left and then to the right

Finally a man in a cloak and dark clothing showed his face.

Staring at you blankly.

“Speak now or be eaten”

He wasn’t giving you much of a choice so you told him.

He looked you over before looking away from you.

“Whoever you’re looking for is long dead, they’re likely one of my night creatures.”

Issac’s red eyes drifted over to catch your expression.

It wasn’t sad, you looked to be relieved more than anything.

Were you different than the humans he has come to know?

‘They’re no longer suffering.’

His eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting to hear that.

He was silent for a brief moment, still undoubtedly curious about you.

“Yes..that is true.”

Everything you came there for was gone you had nothing, you looked over at Issac and he met your eyes.

Subconsciously your cheeks warmed a bit and his eyes narrowed.

‘Are...you gong to make me a creature of the night?’

“That entirely depends on you.”

He twirled his knife idly, a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

“I can’t have you leave yet, prove your worth as a human then maybe I’ll consider letting you go.”

You wondered how you could do that, by the way he spoke you could tell he was a man of deep intellect.

You knew just how to prove your worth.

“A conversation?”

He pondered it, and accepted. A conversation on philosophy and morals.

He wondered if he’d like what you had to say.

After a few hours of talking he seemed to be content.

The views you both were akin to on another, he didn’t protest to you staying a bit longer than you first intended.

He liked hearing you talk.

After all, you had nowhere to go and Issac was the kindest human you’ve met in quite a long time.

#alucard headcanons #alucard imagines #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania hector #castlevania isaac #hector castlevania #issac castlevania #alucard castlevania #castlevania adrian tepes #carmilla #lenore #castlevania imagines #castlevania trevor #carmilla castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania alucard #castlevania headcanons #hector #issac #alucard #imagines castlevania

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Hellsing ova 8 let’s do this.

Maxwell May have gone a little mad with power.

The Major, just like the carnage loving tool he is, is acting like a conductor for the chaos.

Someone tries shooting the Major not he gets saved by...

I Don’t know what you are but you certainly aren’t Him.

Anderson thinks the same as I with Maxwell.

Deus ex Seras. Good to see dramatic entry runs in the alucard lineage.

No one:

Alucard: GUESS WHO’S BACK?!

I love how the two armies are getting ready to kill each other but then Alucard comes down all “Guys, Guys Please, You can both have me.”

So A vampire, a Paladin, and a werewolf walk onto a battlefield.

It’s time for an Integra speech!

Level zero is released and it is glorious.

Also alucard apparently ate a horse.

farewell Maxwell. Seems that turning your back on God doesn’t work out.

everyone shut up.

Alexander vs Anderson.

god. the tension here is thick enough to break a knife.

Anderson’s arm gets a hole in it and what does he do? He grabs the arm with his teeth and keeps going.

More in part 2

#alucard hellsing #integra hellsing #integra fairbrook wingates hellsing #seras victoria #alexander anderson #hellsing ultimate #enrico maxwell

[clownistyping]

Trevor going after yandere alucards darling?

TRIGGER WARNING: YANDERE

This is connected to this post

And this post

It’s been months since Trevor and Sypha had last seen you and Alucard, and the entire time Trevor was worrying over you. Since Alucard threatened Trevor and tried to kill him, if he got too close to you. He was forced to stay away from you, forced to watch you stay with the obsessive vampire. 

But now Trevor and Sypha are on their way to the old Tepes castle, the sun was setting, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. 

“Trevor?” Sypha nudged Trevor who blinked, he was zoning out while holding the horses leads. He quickly took the reigns back and spoke, 

“Sorry just. Got a lot on my mind..” He said quietly, Sypha rose a brow. 

“Is this about (Y/N)?” Trevor looked away, then back on the road. 

“It is..”

“I know you worry about her being with Alucard, because of your paranoia, but she’s fine. She’s safe with Alucard.” Sypha patted Trevor on his arms and he relaxed, 

“Thanks, Sypha.” He smiled at the woman. 

The ride was quiet, until they reached the castle and the horses neighed rising up in fear. 

“Woah!” Trevor pulled back, and looked at Sypha who blinked in confusion. Trevor whipped the reigns but the horses only stomped and stood in their spot. 

“They’re scared..” Sypha said, and Trevor huffed. 

“Or just plain lazy.” he jumped from the wagon, glaring at the horses who ate nearby grass. Tying them down, Trevor and Sypha grabbed their bags and headed for the castle. 

“I do hope they managed to get the blood stains out of the floors.”

“Let’s hope Alucard didn’t add any..” Trevor mumbled and Sypha smacked his arm, he huffed again. 

“I’m just saying!” The two started to bicker, 

“Ah, my friends!” Alucard called from the castle’s entrance, the moonlight made his skin white and his fangs shine. 

“Alucard!” Sypha cheered and ran to hug her friend, who gladly accepted the hug. 

“You both still bicker over nothing.” Alucard teased and Sypha sheepishly nodded, 

“Where is (Y/N)?” Trevor broke the atmosphere, and Alucard frowned at him. 

“She’s inside, come.” Alucard led the two inside, Sypha was in awe at the castle’s dark decor while Trevor could only scoff at the amount of candles. 

“Damn fire hazard..” 

“There’s my dear,” Alucard smiled up at you, you stood on the top of the endless stairs. Trevor looked up, his eyes widened as he took in your appearance. 

Your skin shone in the moonlight that came from the windows, your dress hid your neck and draped behind you. Your nails were sharp, and Trevor blinked. 

Your eyes were a sparkling red. Trevor’s bag slammed onto the ground, 

“How could you?” Trevor growled, looking up at Alucard who stood on the stairs. Alucard walked up to you, holding you waist he smiled. 

“Do what?” Trevor’s face went red from anger, 

“Turn her, dammit!” He barked, 

Alucard laughed, 

“Oh that,” Alucard’s hand caressed your neck. You shivered, never liking him touching you. But you didn’t have a choice, you were stuck with Alucard whether you liked it or not. 

To see your friends, was exhausting. To hear their blood pumping, and their hearts racing. It was mouth watering. Alucard prevents you from hunting, instead he feeds you fresh meat he caught. It’s been too long since you’ve been near a beating heart. 

“She wanted too, so we could be together forever.” Trevor stepped forward, only for Sypha to take his hand. 

“Trevor, stop it.” Sypha glared, 

“They are happy, now stop being a jealous idiot and calm down.” Trevor looked down at Sypha, unsure of how to take the situation he could only take a deep breath. 

“Please, join us for dinner.” Alucard spoke, the entire time you were staring Trevor down. Internally begging for him to make a plan to free you..

You sat at the end of the table, Alucard decided to discard the lengthy dining table for a smaller one. In order to sit closer to you that is. 

Trevor and Sypha sat directly across from each other and Alucard was busy in the kitchen. 

“(Y/N), you’re quiet.” Sypha commented and you looked at her, she brought her hand closer to yours. But you quickly pulled back, afraid to feel her warm hand against your cold one. 

You felt Trevor’s stare on you, 

“Please..” You started but shut your mouth when the large doors open. 

Alucard placed plates in front of everyone, your meal was soaked with fresh blood. You felt your pupils grow and your mouth started to water. 

Trevor watched as your fangs sunk into the meat, your eyes were blown and he bit his tongue.

Alucard could only smile as he watched you feast and Trevor squirm.  

After dinner, you hid yourself in the bathroom, ashamed of not holding back your hunger and letting your friends see this vicious side of you.

Slowly tears fell from you, they were dark red and you could only sob more as remember you couldn’t even see your own face in the mirror. 

When the bathroom door opened you gasped, pushing back your eyes widened when you see Trevor standing there. He quickly shut the door, blocking it with his body. 

“What happened?” He asked, and you could only hide your face into his chest as you sobbed. 

“He turned me, Trevor. I never wanted this.” you sobbed, Trevor’s eyes softened and his fingers went through your hair. 

“Why didn’t you run?” Trevor asked, and you looked up at him. 

“I tried, so many times. I ran, I hid, I cried out for a savior. But everytime, he found me. He hid me from everything. Please, Trevor. Please, help me.” Trevor held your face, and wiped your dark tears. 

“We’ll leave tomorrow moring, I will tell Sypha. We will protect you, (Y/N).” He pulled you in for another hug, his head running with dangerous thoughts against Alucard. 

That morning your eyes opened quickly, ready to escape this hell as soon as possible. But when you felt the other side of the bed empty, you froze. 

“Good Morning, Darling.” Alucard whispered and you sat up, your eyes widened. 

Alucard took off his gloves that were efficiently soaked in red, blood splattered across his face. 

“Sypha and Trevor decided to leave early, saying something about leaving the fire blazing. I don’t remember. Or really care” he chuckled to himself, and stepped closer to you. You slid back, hitting against the headboard. 

“But that's fine, more time alone for us, hmm?” Alucard hummed, suddenly he was atop of you and at that moment tears fell from your eyes. 

“We’ll be together, for eternity.” 

#castlevania headcanons #netflix castlevania #castlevania imagines #castlevania x reader #alucard castlevania #castlevania #alucard tepes x reader #alucard #alucard tepes #trevor belmont #a bit of #trevor belmont x reader #sypha belnades #yandere tw #tw yandere #yandere

[a-deadly-serenade]

Moonlight [Hector/Reader]

“I be fallin’ for you baby and I just can’t stop cause,

I never knew, I never knew,

You could hide moonlight in your hands till the night I held you,

You are my moonlight.”

One of the aspects of living within Castlevania that Hector did not expect was how frequently he’d have to go shopping into town.

It made sense of course, as the lord of the mansion did not require the usual sustenance both Hector and Isaac needed as humans.

Going out into the nearby towns had become a little ritual Hector learned to enjoy, since he often forgot how warm and alive the outside world could be when compared to the cold, melancholic hallways of the castle.

He found out rather quickly that Isaac would very much rather stay as he preferred the cold. Hector did not really understand why, it was always such a nice feeling to be embraced by nature.

To Hector, it was a break from his usual duties, and he would insist on walking there as it gave him a chance to take in the local scenery (plus he would never subject a horse to carrying him, he is perfectly capable of traveling on his own).

Dracula mentioned that the nearest village was not too far from the castle, but that Hector should still be careful to not garner too much attention.

Hector had overheard rumors that his lord’s son Alucard was on the move with a magician and supposedly, one of the surviving members of the Belmont clan.

This was all speculation however, but he still made a mental note in his head to make sure that he wasn’t followed back to the castle. That would surely not end well…

He sighed, a small frown on his face. If they were ever spotted, they’d have to move, and he did not wish to leave this place yet. He loved how they were surrounded by a large forest, one filled with life.

Usually when Dracula moved the castle, it would make its home high on a cliffside, or near the top of a very steep mountain, to assure that no humans would willingly stumble across its doors.

Hector was unsure if they had moved here due to the abundance of wildlife or the close proximity to the village. He was not naive to the fact that the vampire generals Dracula had called upon were growing reckless over the idea of humans becoming extinct, and thus, limiting their food supply.

Hector could care less what happened to the humans in the end, but these petty squabbles were nonetheless irritating.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, and pushed aside a stray branch as he made his way through the thick underbrush. Slight confusion crossed his face when he picked up the sound of feint humming, and he felt his eyes widen and a gasp catch in his throat when his gaze landed on the scene before him.

A woman was sitting in the nearby clearing on an aging old tree stump. Animals stood all around her, as if they had been entranced by her song.

Birds pecked at the grass that coiled around her feet, and she cooed down at them as she reached into a knapsack and precured an assortment of seeds.

Her eyes glittered in the sunlight, and an equalling dazzling smile lit up her face as a faun and its mother approached from another part of the forest, intrigued by this visitor in their home.

She plucked out two apples from the same sack, and stretched out her arm for the two deer to smell it.

The mother edged closer before it gave the fruit a tentative lick. Satisfied with what she tasted, she gently took the offering out of the woman’s hand, and her baby bounded behind her to grab its tasty treat.

She gave the mother a delicate brush across its hide, the creature suddenly feeling at ease by her presence, as she hung around for awhile longer, grazing the nearby plants.

Hector was awestruck, amazed that the animals trusted her so much. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, and he was even more impressed when he noticed that a snake had been coiled around her neck this entire time; the shy reptile laying contently across her shoulders as it absorbed both her heat and that of the sun.

It struck him as almost odd that he was so enthralled in watching her, and the thought of going up to talk to her briefly crossed his mind. However… he would not even know how to approach the conversation, and just knew he’d say something that’d scare her away.

A twig snapped as he made an attempt to inch closer, and both the deer and the woman immediately perked up at the sound.

He heard her gasp, and the birds fluttered away as she leaped off of the stump and ran off into the trees.

The doe seemed to stare Hector down, an almost annoyed expression resonating in her gaze before she gave an irritated tail flick and proceeded down a path that had most certainly been made by animals.

Did that deer just try and reprimand him?

He supposed that it was time to start back up on heading into town, but he would be lying if he said that he was not even a little bit disappointed that he didn’t get a chance to speak with this mysterious woman…

❁❁❁

The next time that Hector ventured out, he had hoped to see her again, if not to try and introduce himself and apologize for his literal peeping.

But when he returned to the tiny grove, there was no one to be found.

This happened several more times, and he was saddened to think that he had scared her off for good.

He started to notice that during the times he had waited around, the animals she usually visited stopped by every so often.

The birds would land near the stump, and ruffle their feathers, before they broke out into an occasional song, as if calling out to her.

The doe and her faun would stride up to the clearing and the mother would bow her head slightly, as if honoring the kind presence that once sat there.

It was disheartening each time she failed to reappear, and as the weeks dragged on, he began to exit the woods in a slightly bitter mood.

But he would not give up.

One day, he came up with the idea (and a rather brilliant one, if he could say so himself) of bringing along one of his pets. Perhaps they would give him a bit of luck and she would be in the woods this time around?

He had been particularly critical on who to bring, for although Cezar would surely be the most excited at meeting someone new, it was… rather obvious that he had been reanimated.

Instead Hector went with a blue jay that he had named Azul. He had found him shortly after he passed away, so there were no clear signs that Hector had brought Azul back to life, save for his now bright blue eyes.

The little bird sat happily on Hector’s shoulder as he entered the forest, and he gave him a gentle scratch under his beak.

He gently moved through the weeds and bushes, and he felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes landed on her.

She was running her fingers through the feathers of a small screech owl, several songbirds hopping around the stump as they ate the seeds and dried corn she had brought for them.

Hector was so in shock that she was actually there that his body went completely immobile. He had absolutely no idea on what to do, so he just stood there, and would have remained petrified unless Azul had taken the initiative and flown over to her.

The tiny owl gave an indignant screech when Azul fluttered too close, and almost lashed out with its talons when he decided to stand on her left knee.

She hushed the larger bird with a soft sound, and placed it on her shoulder so that it would stop misbehaving.

“Well hello there, little one,” she said to Azul.

The bluejay gave an elated chirp and fluttered onto her index finger, as his tiny feet curled tightly around it.

She nearly lept out of her skin when she heard the trees be pushed aside, but she stopped for a second when she recognized his eyes. They were the same startling shade of blue that she had seen all those weeks ago.

“You…” she began, and pointed to Hector. “You’re the one that I saw.”

Azul flew off of her finger in response and landed on Hector’s shoulder, a look of slight surprise on her visage.

She looked down at the other birds, and then the owl beside her. None of the animals seemed disturbed by his presence, a couple of the grazing robins even skittered over before they glanced up, as if evaluating him.

After several seconds they stopped, and a few even went so far as to affectionately pick at the buckles of his shoes.  

“Is he yours?” she asked, while her gaze rested on Azul.

Hector smiled and poked the bird on its beak. “Yes, he’s a friend of mine.” She returned the smile, and stood up, the screech owl letting out a surprised shriek from the sudden movement.

“He is quite lovely. I don’t think I have ever seen a blue jay with eyes like those.” she took a step closer, captivated by Azul’s sapphire iris’.

Hector felt his face heat up as she neared closer, and he let out an awkward cough as he mentioned her owl. “Is he yours?”

She glanced up and chuckled. “Oh no, she and I are just rather close.”

The owl nibbled on her hand, before it took off into the trees, apparently annoyed that she wasn’t receiving all her desired attention.

“Are you new to the area?” she questioned. “I had never seen you up until that one afternoon.”

Hector fidgeted slightly where he stood, his right hand going to fiddle with the white glove he wore on his other. “Yes, I suppose you could say that.”

“Well as much as I like meeting new people, making acquaintance with someone I thought was spying on me, isn’t exactly the greatest way to begin a friendship.” she teased.

Hector groaned and looked away from her. “My apologies… I never meant to startle you. I was just so entranced by the relationship you have with all of these animals.”

“Really?” she beamed.

“Of course. I am very fond of animals as well, so it was rather refreshing to see someone else that has a special connection with them.”

She gave a delighted laugh, one that sent Hector’s heart aflutter. “I think I’m going to like you.”

❁❁❁

It quickly became a weekly ritual for Hector to leave the castle to meet up with her, and the two soon became very close friends. It was rather embarrassing that by the third time they had met, she pointed out that he had yet to ask for her name. When she finally told him, he had thought it was so lovely, but only said that,

“It’s nice.” aloud.

They bonded over their love for animals and nature, and when she spoke of interest in the sciences, Hector was delighted to tell her about his knowledge on alchemy.

He was still unsure of how she’d react if ever spoke of the true nature of his work, so whenever she happened to drop hints on wanting to know where it is he lived or how he made a living, he would always direct the conversation to another direction.

However he somehow managed to work up the courage and bring Cezar with him one evening. Bringing up the topic was a little awkward within itself, as he mentioned some alchemic concepts, before he went into the idea of forging.

She initially thought he meant forging… with metal, and was stupefied when Cezar charged at her excitedly, his small tag wagging side-to-side.

It was Hector’s turn to be surprised when she accepted him so eagerly into her lap. He noticed that tears brimmed in her eyes, and he was astounded by how… grateful she looked.

“You save the lives of the less fortunate… the ones who are often forgotten… you are so kind.”

He was starting to notice that it was nearly impossible for him to get her out of his mind. Her laugh was unique, her smile was radiant, and her graciousness was unparalleled. He was unaware of this feeling that he felt whenever she crossed his train of thought, so he was not sure how to address it.

Not wanting to appear like a naive child to Dracula or Isaac, he decided that he would bring this up with the next time they met. She had a knack for helping him with his problems, she was a wonderful listener and gave him very sound advice.

It was a little later than usual when they finally met up, the moon high in the sky as the stars twinkled. There was a very light breeze that would stir up the trees and grass, but other than that, it was a perfectly clear night.

Butterflies danced in his stomach as she rested her head on his shoulder while the both of them sat on a riverbank. Her feet were in the water, and she would occasionally stretch out her arm so that flying fireflies could find purchase in the palm of her hand.

The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all. Hector often found himself very calm in her presence, but he was starting to psych himself out of having this discussion.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, before he said, “Can I… can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I was wondering… I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, so I was kind of hoping you could help me,” he rambled.

She placed a firm yet gentle grip on his shoulder. “Hector, relax. Just tell me what is on your mind.”

He took a deep breath, grateful to have her there for him. “I… well… I cannot stop thinking about you. Forgive me if that seems at all strange, I do not mean it in any sort of malicious sense. It’s just… I don’t know…”

She blinked, before she tapped her finger against her chin. “I see… what sort of things do you think about?”

“Well…” he began to trace a pattern in the sand to help collect his thoughts. “I think about your laugh, and your smile, and how genuine you are towards nature,” he stopped, and pondered for a moment.

A chill traveled through her body as he turned to face her, his gaze piercing. “And I think about your eyes… and your beautiful hair,” his fingers ran through her locks, and then slid down her neck before they finally rested on her shoulders.

He felt her warm breath against his index finger as he traced it over her mouth. It came out in short, soft gasps, and her gaze landed on his lips as he leaned in to speak.

“And your lovely lips, and how they’d feel against mine.”

She placed her hand on his cheek, and traced the contours of his face. “That’s funny,” she whispered, and leaned closer. “Because I find myself thinking about you all the time too… when I work, when I eat, even when I sleep.”

He let out a gentle sigh as she threaded her fingers through his long silver hair. “Your hair is so gorgeous… its the color of starlight.”

She leaned forward and pressed two kisses to his brow. “Your eyes… they’re what I noticed first about you. They’re just a striking color… they remind me of ice, or crystal clear waters.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, their foreheads pressed together. “You’re such a gentle soul, Hector… I’m so glad I met you.”

His eyes slipped closed when she kissed him, and he felt his heart soar as she smiled against his lips. He never imagined that someone like him would be deserving of affection… of love, but he felt as though his soul was finally complete as the two embraced under the silver moonlight.

#i wrote this because i was anxious throughout the day and it helped #castlevania #castlevania netflix #castlevania season 2 #hector castlevania #castlevania hector #hector x reader #fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #oneshot #sorry if this is terrible lol

[blood-fangs-talons]

Random headcanons: Alucard's shapeshifting

Okay y'all, infinite shapeshifting is fun and all but in my own writing I like rules and I like consistency and side effects.

At the time of Dracula, he is fairly limited to certain forms, like any vampire. They are:

Human--he can't change his face, or modify how old he appears without drinking blood.

Brown bat--tradition and canon demands it. I can huff and puff all I want but there's no hope of disassociating them from Vampires now.

Eastern Eagle Owl--I added this because it doesn't make sense NOT to have an owl form, especially since a bat form would be too affected by the cold. Besides, vampires became associated with bats AFTER the discovery of what we call Vampire bats. And have you SEEN eagle owls? Fucking red eyes!

Large black wolf--easily mistaken for a big dog by the idiot English who'd never seen one before, since wolves went extinct in England some time in the mid 1400s.

Fog

After his... whatever with van Helsing, Drac obviously gets a power boost. In my revamp, he becomes a vampire^2, or a nosfuratu, and also eats a couple of creatures and gains their power. By the time of Integra, he's got a few more shapes

Human--can change age, gender, form, face at will. He most often uses this to appear less horrifically anorexic than he is, and changes his face to be more conventionally attractive according to his time. He also applies different appearances to different aliases and personas he has. When he wakes up in the evening and changes his form, Seras describes this as "putting on makeup" or "putting on his face".

Bat--still just a bat, but species is variable, appearance is variable. Not usually an issue, but he's learned to be careful after a close run in with a couple chiropteran enthusiasts. To this day Paula down in the mammal department swears she and Ahmed saw a totally new species of bat.

Wolf--still just a really big wolf, but again more malleable. With a little ear adjustment and a slightly curled tail, he can look like a wolfdog, and with a high enough deception check can convince people he's just a wolfish hound.

Eastern Eagle Owl--just more variability

Fog--lets talk about invisibility and intangibility baby, let's talk shadow walking.

Bat Monster--see the monster as my header? The bat monster from Cabin in the Woods? THAT. A bat the size of a horse, with massive wings and a jaw that splits open to reveal more jaws. Capable of incredible divebombing speed, but flight is noisy. (He got this after eating his first elder vampire)

Hellhound--hunting hound the size of a moose, with far too many red eyes, and a constant, roiling growl. Alucard got this by being enveloped by the ghost hound, later named Baskerville. (Its actually kinda sad, but.... No spoilers...)

Cat--Just a cute black cat. Semivariable size and fur, but fairly limited. Alucard won't say who he ate to get this form.

For all of these forms, he acts differently after being in it for more than an hour. After being a wolf, he is more wolfish for some time--more outspoken about his opinions, more outwardly affectionate, and more beholden to his master. Bat--more skittish, likely to startle, and attuned to sound. Owl--quiet, aloof, watchful, mistrusting. Fog--sluggish, languid, patient.

Because of this side effect, the more monstrous forms are also fairly dangerous even after the fangs are put away. He's more bloodthirsty, sadistic, cruel. He's more vengeful, protective, hateful.

He's also still limited in shapes per night. He can't just change willy-nilly, he has to strategize. I'm not sure where my hard limit here is, but I imagine he can only change into a monstrous form maybe once a night, with a little wiggle room for the smaller animals. Fog/shadow though might as well be the same thing as his normal body as far as changes go. Like a cantrip.

Anyway, that's the basics of shapeshifting that I follow for my revamp.

#hellsing #revamp #alucard #the bat speaks

[queennicoleinboots]

The Office Got Fucked Up, part 5 (Count Macrula POV)

The title of this story was supposed to be "Office Woes, part 5," but it wouldn't be enough to cover the absolute insanity that happened in this account. So, it is called "The Office Got Fucked Up, part 5." in the viewpoint of Count Macrula.

I returned to the office to find it burning in flames. I blinked and realized the irony of this situation. Last time I checked, I assumed we were in league with the Gwinnett County Fire Department.

"Why is my office on fire?" I asked before having a full-on 15-minute laughing fit. I then decided to fly in the air, unzip my black slacks, and rain vampire lord urine on the building. It turns out that I had to urinate like a horse of the apocalypse, so my urination quenched those unholy flames.

I zipped up my black slacks and then flew down into the ashen building.

"This is my hoooooooommmmmeeeee!!!!" I shouted on baritone opera that astounded the heavens.

Nathan Explosion from Metalocalypse started riding his motorcycle through the building and starting screaming, "Awaken Awaken Awaken Awaken! Take the land that must be taken!"

"The time has come. To Awaken Him," I spoke in a death metal voice.

"Musta-krakish! Musta-krakish! Musta-krakish!" Nathan Explosion chanted.

"I call upon the ancient lords of the underworld," I spoke in a death metal voice.

"Musta-krakish!" Nathan Explosion chanted.

"To bring forth this beast and-" I started to say in a death metal voice.

"Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken

Take the land, that must be taken

Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken

Devour worlds, smite forsaken

Rise up from your thousand year-old sleep

Break forth from your grave eternally

I command you to rise, rise, rise, rise

Rise, rise, rise, rise

I'm the conjurer of demons

I'm the father of your death

I bring forth the ancient evil

I control his every breath

I instigate your misfortune

With the birth of killing trolls

I awaken armageddon

Feeding on a thousand souls

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken

Awaken Awaken Awaken Awaken! Take the land that must be taken!" Nathan Explosion and I growled.

A full version of Nathan Explosion's and my duet can be found here: https://youtu.be/PcICrqowVkc

I then screamed as I mimicked Nathan Explosion, "I COMMAND YOU TO RISE!!! RISE!!!!! RISE!!! RISE!!!!" Then I said in my normal Count Macrula voice, "And awaken!"

Oh shit. I just rose the dead and brought forth a Kraken to destroy Gwinnett County. At least I know how to start a riot. The FBI will shit their pants when they see this. The riots on Capitol Hill and on Georgia's Capitol building were pathetic and pointless. 'Trumpanzees' was the correct word to describe that nonsense. I will rain dark shit on them, and my fruit will be zombies with death ray eyes.

One of those zombies was my ex-co-worker Christoff. He was a good worker one time, and then he got caught into too many accidents near I-85. Once he was traumatized from literally being a target of every disgruntled driver in Gwinnett County, he began to become disgruntled at the job. He was opening tickets instead of closing them. Needless to say, I developed laryngitis every day up to the time of his death. One would think I killed him out of frustration, but actually Ahayah struck him down just because he was so goddamn stupid.

I was traumatized seeing him again, so FOR NOW ON, THIS STORY WILL BE IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE LARYNGITIS, HERE I COME!

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!!!" I SHOUTED. I LAUGHED HYSTERICALLY.

"BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! THIS IS THE LAND, THAT IS PURE BULLSHIT!" NATHAN EXPLOSION AND I SANG TOGETHER.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL ASKED AS SHE FLEW DOWN. "I WENT ON LUNCH BREAK, AND THE OFFICE IS BURNED DOWN AND THE DEAD HAVE RISEN!!! AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE HOSS DELGATO'S FROM THE GRIM ADVENTURES OF BILLY AND MANDY!"

(I am going to pause ALL CAPS for a minute and explain that while flying through an existential time warp to get to the ruined Gwinnet County Riot Station 32, my hair had grown slightly past my shoulders and turned the color of hot blood from simply... being sick of working.)

"I BLAME ANTIFA AND PROUD BOYS!!!! AND.... come to think of it, I have no idea. I was Michael the Great Arc Angel after I was the Grim Reaper Named Mike. Then I was Count Macrula from October 2020 and was stuck in the freezer called the office. And now that I grew red hair, I am not sure. A lot has changed in the past year," I said thoughtfully as I stared at Melissa the Great Arc Angel.

"WHO ROSE THE DEAD!? YOU, ANTIFA, THE PROUD BOYS, BLACK LIVES MATTER, BEAR LIVES MATTER, DONALD TRUMP, JOSEPH BIDEN, OR NATHAN EXPLOSION? THESE ARE THINGS I MUST KNOW" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL SHOUTED BEFORE HER VOICE WAS NORMAL. "Well, I am glad you decided to grow hair after 750 years. I have waited forever for this moment. Thank you, ...." Then she yelled again. "WHAT DO I CALL YOU?!"

"NO! NATHAN EXPLOSION AND I DID THAT!!!" I SHOUTED. "I EVEN BROUGHT CRISTOFF BACK TO LIFE! AND MACRULA IS TRANSYLVANIAN FOR MACRO, WHICH MEANS LARGE. MACRULA IT IS! THANK YOU, NATHAN EXPLOSION!" I SHOUTED TO THE HEAVENS.

"THAT'S GREAT! YOU OPENED UP 100,000,087 TICKETS!" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL SHOUTED. "I'M SORRY. YOU CLEARING UP THE REASON FOR YOUR IDENTITY CHANGE MAKES THAT 100,000,086 TICKETS. AT LEAST YOU ARE NOT BUYING INTO GENDER REASSIGNMENT."

"IT WAS THE WILL OF THE POWERS THAT BE! I'M SORRY!!!" I SHOUTED. "AND TACO MAC WITH COUNT MACULA, JR. AND ME WAS NECESSARY! ALSO, I AM PROUD OF MY MASCULINITY. AMERICA, PLEASE STOP SHAMING MEN FOR BEING MEN. THIS WAS UNHEARD OF UNTIL ABOUT 50 YEARS AGO."

THE CAST OF PEEWEE HERMAN SCREAMED LIKE HELL. THEY WORE ZOMBIE MASKS.

"ARE YOU REALLY BETTER THAN CHRISTOFF!?" MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL SHOUTED.

WE ARE DISCUSSING TICKETS AT WORK, AND ZOMBIE ARMIES ARE RIOTING IN THE STREETS OF GWINNETT COUNTY. MELISSA THE GREAT ARC ANGEL'S PRIORITIES ARE A BIT OFF, BUT SO IS EVERYTHING ELSE. FUCK IT. I'M SICK OF WORKING! WHO KNOWS HOW MANY BUILDINGS THEY SET ON FIRE IN THE PROCESS? MORTAL RIOTS KNOW NOTHING.

"YES! BECAUSE WE NEED TO DESTROY THEM ONCE AND FOR ALL!!" I SHOUTED AS I FLEW OUT OF THE BURNT BUILDING. A PART OF THE ROOF FELL DOWN. I SLAYED THE DEAD AND SHOT DEATH RAYS AT THEM. SOME SHOT DEATH RAYS BACK, BUT I DODGED THEM.

ACTUALLY, LOWER CASE IS NECESSARY ALL OF A SUDDEN.

"Excuse me, sir. Were you formerly Michael the Great Arc Angel?" a goat who was driving a gray Gwinnett County Service jeep asked. "Where did the hair coooome from?"

"Yes," I responded. "And that is even a mystery to me. I guess hair follicles grow when you enter an existential time warp."

"Hoooollllyyyyy Shiiiiiiit. Swamp Business, part 2 is occurring in Gwinnett County Fire Station 32. Can you assist us?" the terrified goat asked us. He bleated in fright.

"Is this story supposed to be called "Office Woes, part 5 or Swamp Business, part 2? Because I think at this point it should be called The Office Got Fucked Up." I said as I blinked with my icy blue eyes.

The goat bleated.

"HOW ABOUT MICHAEL, EXCUSE ME, MACRULA THE GREAT IDIOT SUMMONED THE UNDEAD BECAUSE HE HAD A MOMENT OF DARKNESS, PART 4?!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel shouted.

She was correct. I have summoned the undead three previous times. One was when I worked for the Angel of Death as a grim reaper under the identity of The Grim Reaper Named Mike. I had a Jamaican accent then before it was considered racist. Everything is racist now, but I digress. The second time was during Halloween of 2007 when I summoned real zombies to haunt Norcross, Georgia. And the third time was during the Ferguson riots in 2013 when I summoned Nazi zombies to scare the protestors.

"Will that title fit?" I asked.

The zombies just stared at us. One shot lasers through his eyes at a pig that happened to be there. Someone's having barbecue pork for lunch.

At that point, I looked around and then had a laughing fit that was disguising the mental breakdown I was having. My mortality was real.

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Crickets with angel wings, winged zombies, bats, and locusts with human faces of those who burned in hell were flying around Gwinnett and surrounding counties for an hour. Hell truly was unleashed upon the Earth. Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones were having a field day taking asses and kicking names.

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"WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked.

A group of pigs came back to the office before they saw zombies walking toward them with open tickets.

"Ahhhh hell nah!" the thinner pig from the break room scene in Office Woes, part 3 (?) said.

"Man, you crazy for making me work in this kind of environment!" a big black female pig said.

The pigs oinked.

"IT'S YO JOB! GET ON THE PHONE AND ANSWER DIS BITCH!" I SHOUTED.

"Boy, is you crazy? They zombies in there!" A fat pig said as she put her elbow on the window ledge of the passenger seat and looked at me with big bugged out eyes. "You look like damn Alucard from the Castlevania series on Super Nintendo, bruh! What happened to you?"

When I heard "Boy," I immediately set the car they were in on fire with my eye rays. I was going for roasted pork, but apparently, I had to wait.

The Apparently Kid from Youtube yelled "APPARENTLY!" at the other kid who looked like a zombie and liked turtles. YouTube and children make a funny combo. They are much more interesting than arguing with a bunch of big female pigs that only Gwinnett County had the AUDACITY to hire.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" the pigs said as they squeezed out of the car and went to their desks. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" They shouted at the zombies.

One of the zombies bit the biggest pig on the ass.

I whispered to the goat, "All we need is barbeque sauce."

The goat laughed. "Exactly! Are you ready for Swamp Business, part 2? Gwinnett County Fire Station 32 is in some deep shit right now."

"I KNOW THEY BE ZOMBIES WALKING ROUND YOUR HOUSE!!! They walking around our office. One just ate a goat for real... I DON'T KNOW. Read the Bible OUT LOUD or somedin," one of the pigs said over the phone as she bobbed her head back and forth. She looked like a bobble head toy that sits on the dash of the car. The pigs Gwinnett County hires, I swear. I need a new position ASAP.

I looked at the goat and said, "Hell no. I was recently at the STUPIDEST party and got stuck in a freezer for a few months prior because the office put me there, and I haven't recovered from the mental stress and agony of GROCERY shopping in 2020! I'm just being honest." I laughed so hard. Holy Shit I'm almost human at this point...maybe. I flapped my black wings to validate my existence as a dark angel. This Earth is too much. I wonder how my parents remained the angels they were. My dad was a human before my parents met.

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I stepped out of the story and into a faded black backdrop scene to destroy the fourth wall. I used my sword and hacked and slashed for ten seconds before I composed myself.

"Number 1, Section C, Subsection 1a, Clause 43: Never, never, never make parents main or even minor characters in stories unless they have one line or less. Unless the stories fall under a sub category of Clause 44, which states, "This story is relevant to certain kinks which require parenthood or a parent ROLE. DDLG and ABDL to name a few." OR Subsection 1b, Clause 27: THEY ARE OFF THE RECORD!" I spoke before taking a breath. "I WILL NOT PARTAKE IN THOSE STORIES!!!! EVER!!!!... And if I do, they will be off the record." I smiled a huge smile.

With that note, I returned to the story after a giant rule book fell from the heavens and squashed me.

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I saw Melissa the Great Arc Angel organizing the zombies into a "Zombie Lives Matter" riot, call it what it is, and marching toward Martin Luther King Boulevard and Ponce De Leon Avenue while shouting "Braaaaaains." Yes, Georgia, you need brains. And I need to get the fuck out of Georgia. She played Latin American music as she and the zombies marched and danced.

The goat waited for me. "Have you composed yourself?"

"Yeah. These crazy angels made me work in a burntass building with zombies. Thank GAAHHDD, the female crazy angel organized the zombies into a riot to go to downtown Atlanta. This be cray! The FBI gonna have they hands full with that!.... Mhhhhhmmmm!!! Russia and China got plenty o'time to come up in here and starting takin' over shit. These motha fuckas in this country be stupid as hell man!" a thinner pig said over the phone as she bobbed her head and laughed loudly.

She had a point. I'm letting the FBI deal with that shit. Fuck all of that.

"Hang on, goat. I have not fully composed myself," I said as I went to the burnt ashes that used to be my office. I sang an angelic song about resigning from this God-Forsaken job to the Heavens.

The face of Ahayah shown through the clouds. He spoke in a language that only angels and very few humans knew. He said something that could be roughly translated as, "Duly noted."

A horde of zombies started eating the flesh of one of the goat secretaries.

She screamed and bleated, "I SHOULD HAVE QUIT MY JOB LAST WEEK WHEN I HAD THE CHAAAAAAANCE!" Her hooves were in the air, and she was begging Ahayah to take her soul to heaven with him.

He took her soul to Heaven. Fly on, great goat woman. Her soul bleated in happiness, and she turned into a lamb. The lamb bleated and galloped up in the sky to Ahayah.

One zombie hobbled over with the bottle of barbecue sauce I kept in the fridge for moments like this. He poured some on the goat flesh. One zombie literally began to eat her pussy. Necrophilia at its finest. Welcome to the office.

The swamp from Gwinnett County Fire Station 32 swallowed our office building after the zombies finished eating her flesh, and we entered "Doing Business As Swamp Business."

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King Joebear growled and was eating a large barbecue chicken leg. That big black bear was wearing a crown. Xara walked in the woods naked.

Should I have averted my eyes?

Zombies were walking behind her before they gang-banged her.

I guess not.

There were days I wanted to violate her temple as much as they wanted to. I never had my chance. I shall never. There is too much off-the-record material to explain my reasons. I was in a freezer, but I was not frozen. The series that will never be written: Frozen: The Non-Disney Adventures of Count Macrula and His Lengthy Visit to Hotel Transylvania in Wintertime.

"Bae Whuhh!!!!" she shouted. "Join us."

"JOIN US, BAE WHUHHH!!!" the zombies shouted.

Xara and the zombies then danced to seriously spicy salsa music.

But King Joebear's fat ass was not ready to dance to seriously spicy salsa. He was taking a shit that made even swamps smell like fresh cut roses. It seems that the sewer was flying out of King Joebear's sacred fat ass. Holy Shit that bear had a fat ass.

A young black and white cat named Miss Oreo came storming into the swamp. Kissy, their female orange cat that grew to be twice the size she was months ago, followed Miss Oreo. Garfield's soul had just left his body to be with Ahayah.

Kissy introduced me to being part of this Swamp Business.

I screamed and brought more humidity upon them. A wall of rain fell from the sky.

"Hoowoo Bae Whuhh you sexy!" Xara said. At that moment, she started her period. She had swamp vagina. She needed business more than ever. "BAE WHUHH!!! I NEED BUSINESS BAEWHUHH!!!"She was also crying because she missed Garfield.

"Kissy! Kissy!" King Joebear said in a low melodic voice. "I need you, Kissy Kissy."

Kissy ran over there to lay with him. Oh Shit! They were about to cry.

King Joebear called to his wife, "Bae! Come lay with me!"

Xara laid with her bear. A barbeque chicken pizza fell out of the sky. Her bear ate pizza. She ate pizza.

Count Macula, Jr. walked over to them while he was eating pizza. He was still a forever young white cub. Apparently, he was also in a freezer.

The Apparently Kid from YouTube yelled "APPARENTLY" before the remaining cast of PeeWee Herman shouted while wearing zombie masks.

A YouTube ad was shown on one of the trees in the swamp. The narrator's voice boomed, "COMING SOON, A STORY THAT WILL WARM YOUR HEART, RATTLE YOUR BRAIN, AND SEND YOU IN ANOTHER DIMENSION. DISNEY'S NEW FILM: COUNT MACULA, JR. CLIMBS A WINTERY MOUNTAIN IN TRANSYLVANIA TO FIND HIS FAMILY THAT HAD BEEN ABDUCTED BY THE FBI. HE FINDS MANY FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY, AND THEY CLIMB A MOUNTAIN TOGETHER AND FORM A BOND LIKE NO OTHER. WHAT DO THEY FIND? ONLY THE FBI KNOWS."

The video shows the title: FROZEN: COUNT MACULA, JR.'S SAGA.

The narrator continued, "COMING TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU. Youcanonlyenterthetheatreifyouhave receivedtheCoronavirusvaccine."

The ad stopped playing.

"Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story. Goddamn the FBI knows my life story.

Goddamn the FBI knows my life story.

Goddamn the FBI knows my life story," Count Macula, Jr. said in his high-pitched Southern accent as he sat down and ate his pizza. "I didn't take the vaccine, so I am not making a dime off of it. They're a bunch of crooks in the Beast system. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this. They will go to Hell for this."

A super hot curly-haired woman with green eyes and glasses was also eating pizza, but she was dancing in ballet style around in a purple form-fitting crop top and a pink bekini. The bottom of her supple C-cup breasts would show when she jumped in the air. She was 7'4" and looked like an Amazonian woman. I have a boner. She was a perfect hour glass figure, AND I WANT TO VIOLATE HER OVER AND OVER!!!!

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing and Megara were also eating pizza. They had three female cubs. He sang opera as entertainment for dinner. I sang with him because his voice moved my soul like wind blowing through the trees. He brought life to an otherwise soul of death and destruction. He could be a bear angel, but he has never asked for physical wings or powers.

Paul the Goat rode Hollywood while they both ate pizza.

Kissy, a large orange female cat, then ate Xara's pizza crust and meowed as though she were a wind-up toy. It was the longest and most beautiful meow I had ever heard. I was honored to hear it once more.

Her meow called upon me. THAT'S MY CUE!!!

--------------------------------------------------------------------I descended from the Heavens as quickly as I could. Nothing in my life was more urgent than answering the call of that beautiful, angelic meow. KISSY! I COME TO THEE!

Count Macula, Jr. blinked as he looked at me and took a bite of his pizza. "Apparently we have entered Heaven. This pizza tastes like Heaven. Excuse me. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make. I have a cub call to make," he spoke before he growled a great cub growl eight times.

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing did some vocal exercises before he, too, joined in bear chorus.

King Joebear growled in bear chorus before Miss Oreo stole a bite of pizza from him. "OREO, lay down!" he growled at her. Miss Oreo stared at him before she continued to chew.

Paul the Goat bleated before Hollywood neighed loudly.

The super hot curly-haired woman with green eyes and glasses started to bleat before she looked up at me and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

I spoke with vigor, "I am Macrula, a dark angel with regrets, angel wings of redemption, and have traveled across many planes of existence. A cat called upon me. What shall she have me do?"

I have a boner. I could not describe how much I wanted to pull that Amazonian woman's long brown curly hair and use it as a handle to yank her pussy back and forth on my cock. GODDAAMN!!!!!

Kissy looked at Miss Oreo. Miss Oreo looked at Kissy. They were confused cats.

I spoke again, "I heard a cat that sounded like a wind-up toy." Then I thought, 'And if I am not careful, I will defile this woman in front of you kittens.'

Kissy looked at me and meowed again. "Sorry about that. I was excited about pizza crust. When I eat pizza crust, I'm in heaven. Thank you for coming."

[the-hellsing-organisation]

Goofy headcanon: Seras used to love cooking and baking whenever she was still a human and desperately misses it whenever she gets turned. She decides to take it upon herself to come up with new recipes that primarily have blood as the main ingredient so she can maybe get to eat the new creations. Even though Alucard warns her that she's still too "young" for anything other than straight blood, she still gives it a go. It was mainly the *process* of cooking/baking that she found comforting, anyways.

It... don't go so well. Between the horrendous smells of hot blood wafting around the kitchen and the hideous concoctions, she still can't eat them.

Alucard does, though. And he actually kind of likes them. (Dude ate a freaking horse, he's not terribly picky.) If it weren't for the cook's and Walter's protests (and an eventual intervention from Integra), he would've encouraged her to continue just so he could get snacks.

Very goofy indeed, but I...

A) Wish we could see more of Seras past.

B) Wonder what is the deal now with vampires and consuming anything that isn't blood.

#hellsing headcanon #hellsing headcanons #Seras