#hellsing enemy ask

[see-arcane]

"< --with apologies to our audience and correspondents, I'm just arriving on the scene to...to replace my colleagues. This is not the work of shooters, but of monsters. Those who didn't die from gunfire were massacred by what can only be called a display of supernatural impossibility exercised by one of the targeted terrorists, referred to as the Man in Red, and a former military liaison, Tubalcain Alhambra. Both individuals remain missing, having retreated up the hotel wall to the rooftop, followed by what is assumed to be an escape via a commandeered helicopter that...

"<I'm sorry. I am not a professional. I'm only an aide, but my team, they were--God. Please, God. They're taking people away in pieces. There are soldiers pinned up on flagpoles. Half the dead out here aren't here from the news or the police; they were just guests. Civilians. I can't...>"

"...My decision. Was it right or wrong, Walter?"

"Me, correct your decisions? If I am but--"

"You have to ask. You have to ask?"

"He could have done anything. You could have told him to do anything. You, the supposed wall between monsters and humanity. Holder of the leash. And you tell him, the demigod your family carved out of a single devil of the Pit, only to seek and destroy. No caveats. No pretense of considering the defense--even the avoidance--of the fragile paper dolls that are the human cattle who get caught in the crossfire. And why? Because it would 'look weak' to your enemies, who already see humanity as disposable? Because he would have turned up his nose and declared you soft? Couldn't have that, of course. Not at any cost.

"Consider this my formal resignation, Sir Hellsing. Best wishes to you and your organization's mission. Whatever that is."

"I'm sure Abraham would be proud."

Bonus under the cut:

Pictured: Jonathan learning about technology before he sees all that shit go down in Brazil.

Sadly, our good friend is not a fan of the Hellsingverse's attitude to dumping people willy-nilly into the meat grinder of monster fights for Badass McCool reasons.

I do think that Jonathan would have built up genuine respect for Integra until this point. There might have been something like admiration for how she could (mostly) corral Alucard and engage with his mind game nonsense without having to tug on the magical leash. And she's in charge of an organization dedicated entirely to protecting people from monstrous threats! All big pluses!

And then Brazil happens.

The respect falls apart like sand. Where Jonathan would remember Abraham as a man willing to martyr Mina or, it turns out, magically enslave Dracula to his own bloodline for the greater good, Abraham's descendant looks as if she's willing to allow the sacrifice of misled forces and innocent civilians as collateral damage simply for the sake of calling an enemy's bluff. There is nothing noble in it. Nothing he might even try to sympathize with, being Mr. Holiest Love.

All he sees is a show of her attack dog's power and her own complicity in the laissez-faire carnage so long as Alucard takes the enemy down.

I wonder where he's off to...

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I hope you are feeling well and hydrating! I wanted to ask if you can do how Yandere Alucard would act in front of a loved one to whom he was engaged? I apologize if I am not understood, English is not my language.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He is so silly. He might not be able to name his feelings right but he feels a sort of giddiness whenever he is near you and this only intensifies after you and him become lovers. He likes having your attention on him, he likes to have you depending on him, so Alucard takes upon himself to do all sort of things to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He takes you on cute little dates during the nights, I can certainly imagine him taking his darling on a little picnic in the woods and gloating about his killings as if this was something to be proud of. Well, he is proud of it, kinda like a cat bringing its owner a dead prey as a gift. And he'll be radiant if you praise him because of it, even if he won't admit.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard relies more on his actions and gestures rather then words. Words escape him as soon as you are near. Actions he can play and plot, and make you embarrassed with it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though he really likes to flirt with you right after you woke up, still a little disoriented and with a cute bed hair. Or he quote some poems and hum a little song in romanian that he still remember about. He'll know you love it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Very doting and very gentle with you. He would engage with your tomfoolery such as playing fight and dancing while it's raining, just so he can kiss your beautiful lips and cheeks, and neck and forehead and everywhere he can touch.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A marriage with Alucard is very joyful but also very dangerous because of Hellsing's enemies and people who wants him dead. But you don't have to worry your pretty head about it, he's going to protect you.

[i-have-stolen-endless-names]

The Devil In Love - Chapter 7

"Forget Me Nots"

Possible Trigger Warnings

>>Alucard is a Warning on his own.<<

Overall Soft-ish Yandere Themes

Mentions of: Alucards bloodlust, jealously and his cruel thoughts, typical reference of predator - prey relationship, possessive love grows, mentions of Alucard wanting to corrupt you

Minors please do not interact! Reader is ofc 18+

Content

Reader is working at the Hellsing manor as a housekeeper

Story is set before the happenings of Hellsing - Still Spoilers ahead

Reader is gender neutral, no pronouns are used but "you"

Age, ethnicity, height, weight and any other physical attributes are never mentioned. You are free and encouraged to imagine yourself or an OC in this scenario.

Summary

Alucard joins you in your room. very fluffy. cuddles and affections included, many petnames and Alucards typical teasing

Index

Previous Chapter: Chapter 6 "Not A Good Man"

Next Chapter: Work In Progress

Tag-List

(Just ask me if you want to be tagged, I will gladly do so)

@shadowywizardarcade

It was an odd experience. Inviting the demon himself into your room like it was a normal activity. A nightmare could change so much about a dynamic, as you just experienced yourself. You still clung to the devil like he was about to fade any moment. One of his arms were wrapped around your body.

The other one was slightly bent to hold one of your warm hands in his. Although you had told him to keep his paws to himself you clearly did not mind being touched. Of course, he knew there was a difference between different kinds of touches. With the rain pouring against the window, it felt very romantic.

Having his little lamb pressed against his side felt like a blessing. Something he had not experienced for a very long time. Whenever you flinched because of the thunder, no matter how slight or intense, he used the moment to pull you closer.

It was such an uttermost delight for him to see your cheeks turn red. Perhaps you were shy. Or maybe the thunderstorm actually scared you to the point where your body physically reacted to it.

Either way, he could feel your heart slamming against your ribcage with such fury. One could assume that your little heart was trying to break out of your chest just to crawl to him. That made him think... perhaps he should present you the heart of that one servant who keeps eyeing you. He had heard you laugh about their jokes before. Which were incredibly unfunny.

His thoughts shifted to presenting you with an actual heart during valentines day. Perhaps you would appreciate it more if it were the cut off head of your enemy. He would contemplate on that. For now, he was more focused on your room.

Yes, he had been in it several times already. During a few of those moments you were even present! Still, he loved to step into this personal space in yours. Though he could not choose what pleased him more. The thrill of watching you unseen out of the shadows or having you open your arms to him. Since you were still in your nightthings you merely crawled back into your bed.

You really ran outside the very second you woke up from your nightmare of him vanishing. A shame, he had hoped he could tease you for wanting to change in another room. Perhaps you would have surprised him with your boldness.

Either way, he swiftly joined you in the bed before you could change your opinion. "You better behave." You warned him yet again. With a chuckle he wrapped his long arms around you to pull you against his chest. It made your skin flush and his teeth ache. When he held you like this he felt like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

One hand came to rest on your upper back while the other one crept dangerously low. He was almost touching your ass. Almost. Once he tucked you comfortably against his form his eyes fluttered close. Peace washed over him. A sense of completion that had eluded him for so long. "Are you convinced now that I will remain by your side, little lamb?" His breath was cold, tickling your ear.

"Nothing can destroy me . No one can keep you from me." It was many things. Some more obvious than others. A confession of love, perhaps. A possessive promise, certainly. A claim on your very soul, undoubtedly.

"You manage to make sound everything like a threat..." His words always sounded to you like he was an villain of a movie who had the most obvious adoration for the hero.

How sweet that you understood the context but not that you were the main character in that story. His little hero he wanted to corrupt. "And yet you lay in my arms. It appears that my little human either ignores my threats or find an odd sense in comfort in them."

His fingers slid up to the back of your neck, his fingertips applying just enough pressure to make it a comforting sensation. "Tell me, do you feel empowered? To have the wolf curl around the lamb?" Alucard pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

"To have shadows caress you after they have killed so many?" His voice was drenched in delight. He was a menace, a monster who enjoyed reminding you that he was just that. A murderer in your sheets, letting his fingers stroke over your skin like you were made out of glass.

His words were dark but his affections were clear, in his own twisted way. "Shut up." You murmured while nuzzling into his chest. It almost felt like you were out in the rain right now. He was cold to the touch and smelled just like the rain that hit your windows.

His body shook when he chuckled yet again at your words. While one hand caressed the back of your head the other squeezed your waist. His touch was tempting without being overwhelming

"You enjoy listening to my voice, little one. I can feel your body react to my words." And he wasn't even trying. When nothing but a grunt escaped your lips he grinned with all of his sharp teeth. "Sleep..." He hushed as his shadow reached across the ground to turn off the light. Like through a ghost the curtains were pulled close and darkness engulfed you both.

"I will be here to comfort you, shall you have another nightmare." He would be the waking nightmare you will find your comfort in. "I will be here in the morning as well" Your body relaxed and your breathing evened out. He could feel you drift off into sleep.

Oh so peaceful, slightly curled up against the vampire. When you were just barely clinging onto consciousness he pressed his lips to the top of your head. It was but a breath of a kiss.

Barely there and yet so meaningful. He would find not rest outside his coffin but your presence would soothe his very soul. "Rest well, little lamb..."

[thirstyforlulu]

Headcanons for Alucard meeting a rogue mercenary while on a mission he thinks that she's a normal human until she transforms into a werewolf and he wants her to join Hellsing because she has potential, please? (totally not because he might be interested in her.)

You’re not the first mercenary he’s ever come across, but he found you uniquely intriguing

You had an air about you that he just couldn’t ignore, something seemed to be drawing him to you

He saw you a couple times while on the mission and toward the end of it, he was trying to come up with a way to see you even after it’s over

It was at the end when he was going after the final target he needed to eliminate when he learned the truth about you

He killed his target and was dealing with their lackeys when he saw a beautiful wolf start shredding some of the enemies

He was spellbound instantly

Then imagine his surprise when the bloodthirsty wolf he was impressed by turned into the lady he’d been enamored with for the past few days

“Thanks, you made my job a little easier,” You thanked him once you had regained human form

“Absolutely my dear. It was a pleasure,” He said, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips

“Who sent you? I’ve never seen you around before,” You asked, trying not to shiver at the sensation of his lips against your hand

“I work for the Hellsing organization, and I must say, we could use a talent like you,”

“Oh really? And why should I leave the gig I have now?”

You looked up at him with a challenging smirk, you wanted to see if he’d beg

“Talents like yours are wasted on mere mercenary work, you’d be appreciated properly at Hellsing.”

You were interested, but you wanted to play with him, string him along

“I’ll think about it. See you around big boy~” You teased, turning around and changing into a wolf

As you ran off, he watched with a smile on his face

He was going to convince you, it was only a matter of time

But he’s a patient man, he doesn’t mind a little chase

[mirthfulmoonshine]

Howdy Minty! I am politely asking for all the info i can have of Samone/Marlene pretty please 👉🏽👈🏽🥺✨️💚??

Tex @tex-treasure-chamber (I'm the person who comm'd you for sibling art of my Santana oc and Alucard)

Please know if you'd rather not answer on your blog that I would be delighted to talk via dm anytime I'm always thrilled to learn more about hellsing OCs ♡

OMG! How did I never see this? (I never check my inbox lol) Where do I start? A little bit has changed about her since my original post, just the usual OC developing over time thing y'know?

Salome is still a stenographer and secretary of sorts for the Round Table Conference, being hired by and working directly for Irons. She is amicable, professional, and very sweet -- she knows what doting can get her when surrounded by men. However, she never flirts or takes carnal bargains, she is quite prude when she wishes to be. Being a member of lower staff to the RTC is how she ends up meeting Walter. I say 'meeting' lightly-- they've met before, just in his capacity as vampire hunter.

So Walter's prowled around her terf? Go on. Okay I will. Salome is part of a small vampiric community in London called the Épicea Rouge, led by Ira Absil aka St. Bartholomew's Vampire. (pictured on the left below) The ER is a half way house of sorts for vampires trying to get by in London, with high standards for who can stay there: no gratuitous feedings and no senseless violence. This makes the ER vampires a relatively calm, non-violent group just trying to make a living in the world of the undead. Some of their friends get into trouble, often resulting in a Hellsing run in and Hellsing is slowly closing in on this vampiric haven.

So that's the tension with Hellsing: she's an undercover vampire in the den of the enemy that is slowly closing in on her special, loving community. Salome works at the ER as a laundress, doting especially on the young people who find themselves on the unexpected other side of life. She sympathizes much with them.

More details!

Salome has hemokinesis/blood manipulation, but only with her own blood; her favorite methodology is making a blood whip. She has vampiric strength, speed, and jump height! With Ira being her sire/once master, she has only a snippet of his strength but she can be a force to be reckoned with; she's held Walter off a couple of times. When irked extremely, she can blood siphon akin to Alucard.

Salome's alias at work is Marlene Steward and her birth name, prior to her undeath, was Marlene Harlan. She died in 1913 at the age of 25.

As a character, she is designed to carry into Seras' time as Hellsing's sole vampire after the Airship Incident.

She has a scar on her neck from her turning. She likes to come up with different lies about it.

Upon her hands are a miasma of red markings; these developed after she became her own vampire and left Ira's fledgeling-ship (?). These marks also travel along her spine.

Salome was turned in 1913 by Ira after his once friend, a vampire much older than Ira even named Ernest, attacked and maimed Salome. Ira saved her life, agonizing over the cost being her immortality (he has strong feelings about vampirism, being a vampire himself). Pre-Hellsing, the ER is eventually successfully raided by Hellsing and in the process, Salome is wounded by Walter and Ira is fatally wounded, causing a schism between any friendship or more she and the Angel of Death ever could have had in their 'normal human lives'. The raid of the ER radicalizes Salome and she becomes a strong vampire name of legend in London for a long period of time, rising from the shadows after the Airship Incident. In a post-Hellsing canon world, she would serve as a foil to Seras, questioning how Seras -- a powerful Draculina -- allows herself to be ruled by humans.

I HOPE THIS IS SOME GOOD INFO

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK, FRIEND!!!! <3 <3 <3 I am always down to talk OCs in DMs too! I have some Iscariot ones too :3

[zestyaahbutler]

Walter and Roman head canon?

Thank you so much for your ask bro! Took me a little while but I doodled a Roman earlier so I figured it was time to get through it. If anyone has any requests for Walter or questions about roman/orthodox church, let me know! ☺️

CW drugs and sex mentioned briefly

Walter and Roman Headcanons:

Walter:

It is a given that Walter was unhappy about aging in the manga. I like to think it came out in smaller ways. Even if it was only to himself. Sometimes integra pointing out his wrinkles did hurt a tiny bit. Not in a rude way but more a cheeky curiosity kind of way. Of course he'd humor her and say that someday she'll be as old as him but hopefully not as many wrinkles.

I can't help but think he'd be a little salty at his smoking habits when he was younger. Sure he still does have the occasional cigarette but what if all those younger years caused all those wrinkles he really doesn't like. Not that he'd exactly be looking as great as he did in his 30s but a man can dream.

Whenever Arthur Hellsing passed, Walter had to step up as an even bigger father figure than he already was. Sure Walter had already been taking care of her but now he had to help her grow into her position.

I don't think integra would have really have worked until she was much older. By how the roundtable treats her in the manga and how protective Walter is of her, he must have been running Hellsing for her until she was old enough to make decisions for them. Ideally Arthur would have been the one to do that.

Besides work, he would have to answer the questions Integra would have for a parental figure. One of the hardest topics to broach with her was feminine health. Poor girl was far too embarassed. They had a mutually understanding relationship of "don't ask, don't tell" unless she was confident enough to ask. He never wanted to make her uncomfortable. He was always there but there were times where she simply wanted him to ignore it. It wasn't that she was upset about being a woman but rather her being shy. She lost a parent during a very important transitional period in her life. She never even really had a mother for that either.

Walter would do small gestures for her during a hard patch like making her hot chocolate, giving her more leniency on what she had to do during the day, and some new clothes/makeup.

He is a big fan of traveling when he can. He has the rare times he does take off work to fly to Brazil. It has to be one of his favorite spots to vacation. He's become fluent in Portuguese as a result of his many travels there.

Seychelles was on his bucket list for years.

He prefers beans cold from the can. Eats it with a spoon. Don't judge the man because he's already ashamed of it as is. Screw millenium... that could really ruin him.

Roman:

Roman's scar is due to acid being used on him during an interrogation when he was kidnapped by the enemy in Afghanistan. The scar covers half of his face and reaches down to parts of his back, shoulder, and both of his arms from trying to defend himself. Despite being such a flirty guy, he is terribly worried about how scary he must come across to the women he meets. He doesn't know that it makes him all the more loveable.

Roman has a habit of sleeping with prostitutes whenever he travels. As much as he enjoys the action, he often prefers having someone to feel close to. He'll ask about their life, family, plans for the future, etc. It feels good to make that connection even if it is temporary.

He had a taboo relationship with a nun who worked for the Vatican in his mid 20s. They were madly in love and even had planned to run away together. Unfortunately, she ended up being part of a massive accident and died. Roman only found out months later from a superior of his.

The orthodox church pumps their regenerators up with all kinds of drugs to keep them lean, strong, and durable. Roman had developed a really strong resistance to drugs.

Due to his past and situation with the church, he uses drugs and alcohol to temporarily escape what's going on in his life. He's often high on his job too. He has a preference for x and cocaine.

Because of his resistance, he has to consume quite a hit to actually get high. He's overdosed numerous times but being a regenerator, he always gets back up.

He does know that what he does is unhealthy but he's here for a good time and not a long time.

His favorite artist is Pitbull

He has a thing for the older gals ;)

[tokoyamisstuff]

Masterlist: Father Alexander Anderson

💀 = Angst and/or Adult Themes 🌸 = Fluff 💌 = Personal Favourite 🔥 = Smut 🎵 = Song Fic / Contains Lyrics ✅ = Finished Series / ❌ = WIP/Hiatus 🔞 = Not suited for underaged readers

Each and every work has it's own detailed warnings listed.

A/N: I have no idea how to write this goddamn accent, I literally just throw in some silly words in between.

Incursio Infernalis 💀🌸🔥 💌 🔞 x f! Reader |While your mentor is possessed by an Incubus, he finally gives in to his secret desire.

Vocem Virtuis 🌸🔥 💌 🔞 x f! Reader | Prequel to Incursio Infernalis (but can be a read as Oneshot). Anderson slowly starts to have feelings for a fellow orphanage worker, and she unknowingly calms his murderous instincts.

Penace 💀 🔥 💌 🔞 x f! Reader | Anderson makes you repent for the sin of making him fall in love with you.

Run Rabbit, Run. 💀🌸 x f! goth! Reader | While investigating supernatural murders in your hometown, Anderson falsely accuses you of being a vampire.

Divine Intervention 🌸 x f! nurse! Reader I Due to a declining number of catholics, priests are now allowed to marry - and Anderson knows just who to ask.

Rapture 🌸 x f! Reader I How would the Hellsing crew react if they find out Anderson has a wife, a sweet and bubbly one even?

Yuanfen 💀🌸 x gn! vampire! Reader I You and Anderson meet each other in every life, but this time you're reborn as priest and vampire, hunter and prey.

Epiphany 🔞 🔥 🌸 x gn! Reader | You decide to confess very improper thoughts about your beloved Priest and one thing leads to the other.

Devotion 💀 x gn! Reader I Yandere! Anderson has abducted you, but his unusual gentleness makes your defiance crumble.

Spellbound 🌸 x f! Reader I Anderson encounters a witch that becomes his personal consultant. [Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3]

Anemoia 🌸 x f! Reader I Anderson finds out he has a child with the woman he once left to become a vampire-hunter.

Sursum Corda 🔞 💀 🔥 🌸 x f! Reader I After transforming into the Monster of God, Anderson seeks solace by tasting the forbidden fruit that it someone very dear to him.

Headcanons/Drabbles

[Read here] 🌸x gn! Reader I How would Anderson deal with a Reader that suffers from religious trauma?

[Read here] 🔥x gn! Reader I General NSFW Headcanons.

[Read here] 🌸 x gn! Reader | What would Anderson do if you have a different/no faith?

[Read here]🌸 x gn! Reader I Cozy date night with Anderson!

[Read here] 💀 x gn! Reader I What if Anderson has amnesia and forgets about his vampire partner?

[Read here] 🌸 x f! Reader I How would Anderson react to a very touchy, flirty enemy that enjoys teasing him?

More Imagines, Headcanons and Drabbles for him @ my Hellsing Masterlist!

[Read here] 💀 x gn! Reader | What would Anderson do to a traitor that secretly works for Hellsing?

[Read here] 💀🌸 x gn! Reader | Vampire! Anderson Headcanons

[moliathh]

This had been irking me so i have to say it. I know Hellsing is a horror media with a LOT of flashy action scene, however, it is unjust to see it as solely gore and fights. I've seen complaints about how adding a "romance" in will reduce the quality of the story as an "action horror". (specifically speaking is between Alucard and Integra because of course in the end of the day this is just ship war, not a serious discussion whatsoever) I would argue that Hellsing is never ONLY about the actions. Yall might have already noticed how Alucard is too OP, and it was not even because he got any tricks up his sleeves. He is simply invincible, his mechanism is just that hes a "deus ex machina". He did NAWT need to start out with zero and levelling up like your common action anime protagonist. It's not a first time a central character is overpowered in an unreasonable way. A way you could interpret this trope is that it was not about battles, not the physcial one, but the development in their characteristic, their thoughts and emotions and ideology all that stuffs. A classic example is Sir Gawain and The Green Knight (TGK), where all of their (physical) battles are nonsense and did not mean anything in terms of combat, they dont even fight each other, even the climax (the decapitation of TGK) was dismissed into a looney tunes moment. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT WAS NEVER ABOUT THE BATTLE NOR PHYSICAL DEVELOPMENT, it was the internal struggle and maturing in character. THAT is what's happening in Hellsing IF yall look pass the very flashy facade of gore scenes Hirano put up. READ BETWEEN THE LINES, because he's not gonna hand it out to you on a plate. If you want to see how each character developed you have to look closely at their reactions and dialogues, not how they fight.

SO, imo, it's reducing the quality and message of Hellsing to interpret it solely as an action horror media, not the other way around. AND MIND YOU, romance subplot and action horror can coexist. For what does the character fight? A higher ideal? Power? Fun? Love? All that is noteworthy to think about when you engage in a media display many fight scenes. DONT YOU WANNA KNOW WHY THEY FIGHT THAT HARD ???? and in this case it is VERY obvious that Alucard is motivated by Integra. LIKE it cant be more obvious

And I'm so tired of seeing "Alucard only listen to Integra because of the seal and shes a Hellsing". Bestie, he literally ripped Richard's hand off, we dont even know the extent of the seal, like how far? or can it REALLY control Alucard? Besides, if you have read The Dawn you would see what a damn lazy ass Alucard was, Arthur sent him on a mission and he didn't even bother to walk on his own and just sleep safe and sound in his coffin until he felt like waking up??? Compare that to his enthusiasm to beg Integra on four just for her order and even purposefully tick her off by asking about her enthusiasm for war, oh and did we collectively forget this

(This is the Dark Horse eng scan if i remember correctly? i might be mistaken idk)

Sure it could just be a mere parallel, "The woman he personally desired" might only means Mina Harker and not directly Integra herself, I see. But, why bother choosing this parallel, and RIGHT after this panel he went STRAIGHT to Integra to ask for her order.

You know how enthusiastic he is with a fight and everything was already laid before him, worthy enemies and all. Yet he would not act without her words? I did not see him needing permission before ripping Richard's hand off... Also the seal did NAWT ask him to do all this

There are more of his sickening and excessive display of obedience but i don't have time to pull the panels out yet, but we all know its there since Alucard's submissive attitude and Integra's bossy demeanour is one of their most appealing traits, I know, because it is literally one of the BIGGEST selling points and running joke of the fandom, funnyyyy how people always love to call Alucard a sub and use words such as "freaky" and "slutty" to call him as if he didn't reserved this treatment for ONLY Integra. Sure Integra is a demanding boss to even her enemies, and it works like wonder everytime, because she's Integra, she mastered Alucard, others are just piece of cake to her. But that's not the same case with Alucard. Major literally said "She is the only authority Alucard recognizes". And have Alucard extended the phrase "My master" and all the begging and insinuating jokes to anyone else? It's so convenient isnt it, to just take one specific trait of Alucard's personality and make it his entire character without considering to WHO he directed those innuendos to.

Oh and I haven't walk us to the final chapter yet, like the seal did NAWWWWWTTT asked him to call her "Countess" (or Count, depending on the translators) and literally he could accept his death becoming a paradox? Wasn't Alucard had been craving an end for a long while now? Why the need to return just because Integra asked him to??? Be serious for a moment here

Also a personal interpretation of mine that could be a stretch or just pure delulu is that, in the manga AND the anime adaptation, the last word Alucard said after goodbye is "Integra" (In both Japanese and English dub, the word order is exactly the same), not "Master" or "Integra HELLSING". The same goes when he addressed how he can kill without remorse but the decision is in her hand, he also said "I am a monster, now regarding you, Integra". To me that is an indicator for how he CARED for her not just because she's a Hellsing or his master but she's Integra, from the first of their meeting it was very clear, that Alucard wounded A HELLSING to protect Integra.

So... even non-romantically, you cannot deny that Alucard voluntarily worked for Integra. They DO care about each other a lot, even platonically, their bond is almost like soulmates with how well they trust and understand each other. I just don't like it when people keep side-stepping the depth of their relationship just because you don't like to ship them romantically. These are the canon informations you can't just seriously unironically say that there was nothing there.

And oh don't even get me started on the "But he is a vampire, the enemy of her family and he hates Hellsing because of Abraham something something stockholm syndrome something she's ace coded she's lesbian coded she swore to be a virgin until death she wouldnt throw it away for the enemy of her family etcera etcera" you're saying it as if ace people aren't allowed to date or have sex and you're saying it as if Alucard isn't canonically genderfluid. Why always view the ship as solely heteronormative while they were never conventional to begin with. And MIND YOU, i thought everyone love the enemies to lovers trope?? they were BARELY stockholm syndrome at all did we forget about the Bird of Hermes analogy as a metaphor for loyalty voluntarily given.

If you care so much about "monsters and humans are forbidden" and "they are not canon" maybe treat every ship with the same attitude since MOST of hellsing most popular ships fit into that exact two sentences above, maybe except Pip x Seras is canon, but they're also human x monster, so what now???? Just hate on a ship all you like, I hate ships too and I hate them because I don't like them, that's all, no need to do extra mental gymnastic to prove the ship is "wrong" or their shippers are "wrong".

[tophatpatriot]

Do you have any sort of headcanons for Hellsing characters? <3

That’s actually a very good question. To be honest, I don’t really have any headcanons for the Hellsing characters—except for the Major. As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m a huge Major fan (maybe even a bit of a crazy simping poster, haha).

If you ask a lot of people why they’re drawn to that chubby little marshmallow of a man, most of their answers will probably be things like: “Oh, he’s so good-looking,” or “He’s just such a badass villain.” And sure, those things might be true. But for me, it’s more than just his physical presence. His quotations and speeches are genuinely fascinating and—dare I say—inspiring.

Now, I know what most people would say: “He’s a Nazi—how can he be inspiring?!” or “Dude, he literally enjoyed killing people, whether they were his enemies or even his own soldiers.” And yes, that’s all true. The Major is evil, without a doubt.

But there’s a saying I really believe in: “Take what’s good from a person, and leave whats Bad.” And that’s exactly what I do with the Major.

Ever since I watched the Hellsing series, I’ve noticed that most of the Major’s sayings actually have deep meaning—especially his iconic war speech. I’ve been spending time examining them and looking into their deeper interpretations.

There’s just something about the Major that makes him so intriguing. He’s not the type of person who speaks at face value. His words carry weight. They’re layered, symbolic, and often philosophical in a twisted way. That’s what really draws me in—he’s not just shouting nonsense or being evil for the sake of it. There’s intent, there’s purpose, and most of all, there’s conviction behind everything he says.

Here’s an example: In episode 3 or 4—during the roundtable meeting between the Hellsing Organization and the Vatican—the Major introduces himself. In the scene where Maxwell says to him, “You’re insane, all of you!”, the Major responds with, “Did I just hear someone from Iscariot questioning my sanity?! Then let me ask you: if your God would allow my madness to flourish across the globe, then wouldn’t any God like that be just as mad as I am?”

I’ve seen a lot of people interpret this as proof that the Major is an atheist and that he completely lacks belief in God.

However, I believe that in this dialogue, the Major is essentially saying to Maxwell: "Look, let’s assume your God is truly on your side. If that’s the case—if your God is so righteous and I am so wicked—then why hasn’t He destroyed me yet, hmm?"

This interpretation is further supported by his next line: "We are the finest of the Third Reich! Do you have any idea how many people we’ve killed?!"

As we know, the Major holds a high-ranking position in the SS (Schutzstaffel), specifically the rank of Sturmbannführer, which translates to "Major" in German. The SS was an elite paramilitary organization under the Nazi regime—infamous for its brutality, fanaticism, and unwavering loyalty to  the Nazi ideology.

So when the Major says that, he’s basically throwing it back at Maxwell: "Yeah, we’re evil—like, the worst of the worst. And yet, your God has done nothing to stop us."

Then comes another interesting line: "I’m insane?! You didn’t have any objections 50 years ago! But never mind that—try to stop me, then, you self-proclaimed normal people!"

In this line, the Major is actually implying that Maxwell and the Iscariot Organization had collaborated with him during the Nazi regime. He’s calling out Maxwell’s hypocrisy, essentially saying:

"You are the truly wicked ones. You claim to be righteous, to have God on your side—but in reality, you're just as evil. The difference is that I show my true face. I don't lie to people. I don’t pretend to be just or claim to guide them toward salvation. You, on the other hand, hide behind faith while feeding off the people's wealth and strength."

He's also pointing out, "Oh, now that I’ve grown powerful, you’ve suddenly turned against me, hmm?"

And when he says “But never mind that,” he’s not dismissing the accusation—he’s taunting them. It’s his way of saying, “Fifty years is a long time. Maybe you’ve changed

Maxwell remains Silent Unable to debate back or prove hes innocent

And this is just one of the Major’s dialogues I’m currently working on—all of his speeches, including his war speech, which has such deep interpretations. I’ll be posting my interpretations of each saying/quotes soon. Let me know what you think! :D

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hello can i ask for a hcs artoria lancer with male or gn reader who haves alucard from hellsing powers? Also the reader was randomly transported to the fate universe from their own universe and everyone just thought the reader was a spirit who have amnesia and have made up a new identity from somewhere

Let me just say that I had a blast and a half while writing this.

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!!!

A one in one hundred septillion chance brought you to Chaldea.

A flare of the ley line at the exact right moment allowed you to incarnate in this world.

And it was an event like no other.

Shadows grew long, the air dropped to the point where the world outside of the arctic base would be a boiling hot summer day, and the summoning circle flared black and red.

Then you appeared from the circle, dazed, lost, confused, barely able to speak, barely able to comprehend the world around you.

Guda and the others did their best to help you in the moment, but the storm of chaos that is Chaldea quickly brought their attention elsewhere.

That being said, Guda did assign someone to keep an eye on you.

Artoria Pendragon Lancer.

A regal woman with enchanting beauty and power to match it.

She was a kind woman, if a tad awkward and a bit of a glutton.

And something about her… called to you.

Like a breeze on a day where the weather is just right as you lay in the shade of a great tree.

Comforting, calming, gentle, kind, and wonderful.

These are all words you would use to describe Artoria.

She was all of those and more.

And so, as soon as you were stable enough, you were instantly at her side whenever she called for you.

It also helped that Da Vinci was all too happy to let you test run her weapons.

So the two of you would always be sent together.

Her lance to close the distance and destroy the enemy, your guns to cover her approach with ammunition that no mortal human could ever hope to use.

Over time the two of you grew close.

Closer than guardian and protectorate.

Closer than comrades..

Closer than friends.

The two of you became lovers.

And despite how little you knew of yourself, you were happy.

But then, on one fateful day, everything came crashing down.

You never once had used your Noble Phantasm in service of Chaldea, not because you couldn’t use it, but because you were afraid of it.

Of what it could mean for this life you had made.

Of what it could mean for the family you had in Chaldea.

It terrified you, but as all of Chaldea faced down the last of demon pillars, you knew what must be done.

And so, you told your master to do it, to use their command seal on you.

And as the command seal activated, darkness surrounded you, engulfing you. In all honesty, it would be more accurate to say, the darkness was emanating from you and swallowing the world around it whole like a ravenous hound.

Bugs, arachnids, gaping maws with dozens of sharp teeth, these and a hundred more horrible things made up your form and the swirling aether around you. A massive pitch black hound, lounged behind you, the closest thing Artoria had ever seen to human cruelty in the face of an animal in her entire life carved onto its face.

You raised your hand, the back of it pointing forward towards the massive creature as a burning flame ignited upon it to make a seal, and the world around you ignited in turn.

“You asked for my name once, and now, I will finally be able to answer you…” you stated before trailing off.

Then, an infinite number of eyes opened upon your body, upon the darkness, upon the shadows, upon every single dark place for a thousand miles as you spoke once more as all who bore witness to what was happening felt ice flood their veins.

In that moment, a universal truth was revealed to them all.

A glimpse into the realm of God.

The infinite sea at the heart of the world.

The Womb Of Creation.

In that moment, all who bore witness to this knew one thing.

You could not be allowed to begin speaking, much less finish what you were saying.

Alas, no one could make any semblance of a move to stop you, that is the power you commanded in this moment as everything became clear with each word you spoke.

“In the sea without lees, Standeth the bird of Hermes, Eating his wings variable, And maketh himself yet full stable, When all his feathers be from him gone, He standeth still here as a stone, Here is now both white and red, And all so the stone to quicken the dead, All and some without fable, Both hard and soft and malleable, Understand now well and right, And thank you God of this sight, The bird of Hermes is my name, and so I am found eating my wings to make me tame.”

You were not a saber nor archer, lancer nor caster, assassin nor rider nor berserker, nor were you a pretender or avenger or ruler.

You were a Foreigner, an existence that is completely incompatible with reality.

And You?

You.

Did.

Not.

Care.

The only thing that you cared about was this.

A single blemish upon her could not be allowed, you refused to even entertain the thought.

She was the king, she was the one whom you loved and was loved by in turn, she was the one who had put her trust in you.

No, if even a single scratch was to befall her…

Millions of cruel and sickening punishments shot through your mind like a swarm of locusts blotting out the sky to devour the crops in the field below.

Something like that could simply not be allowed.

The black aether that comprised your body opened its eyes.

And then all hell broke loose.

By the time the flames died, the dust settled, and the screams subsided, nothing remained on the battlefield aside from you and the soldiers of Chaldea.

After this, you would only stand in Artoria’s presence to slaughter her enemies with brutality that was unmatched.

You haunted the edges of her vision, her shadows, her every move.

And it broke her heart.

She wanted to laugh with you again.

To eat with you again.

To be merry with you again.

That was her one wish.

And eventually, after many nights of gazing into the shadows of her room, after many nights of silent prayers, you answered her call.

Because it broke your heart to be away from her as well.

You wanted to laugh with her again.

To eat with her again.

To be merry with her again.

That was your one wish.

A wish that, as “The Bird Of Hermes” was forever out of your grasp.

Even now, you were only running on sheer willpower to keep yourself tied to this world.

Your return to the world you come from was inevitable.

Or, that is what you thought.

But Chaldea doesn’t let one of its own go that easily.

They all fought tooth and nail to keep you around.

And they succeeded.

So then you and Artoria returned to the same way it was before.

The Master Of The Holy Lance and The Bird Of Hermes

Steel and gunsmoke.

Light and dark.

Laughing with each other.

Eating with each other.

Being merry with each other.

And loving one another.

[gnyl]

Mother told little Pamela about the creatures of the night who drink blood and roam the earth in search of battle. “One day you will grow up and replace me as the head of an organization that fights against those monsters.” “But mom, how can humans fight monsters that are so much stronger than they are?” “Our family owns the most terrifying of them all. And when you become the head of the family, he will serve you faithfully.” These words never left Pamela's mind, she had to see this vampire, so at night she snuck into a place where she was strictly forbidden to go-the basement. There, she met the man in red. “Sir, I'm looking for a vampire, do you know where he might be?”- she asked politely, looking into the stranger's eyes. “And why is a little lady looking for a vampire?”- he asked with a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Because I Pamela Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing and when I grow up, he will be mine! I-i want to see him, just a little look-see, please, sir!" “Well, Lady Pamela, I'll take you to the vampire.”- and the stranger in red held out his hand to the girl. She took the man's hand and he led her deep into the basement to a door painted with strange symbols. When he invited Pamela inside and her eyes got used to the darkness, she saw a coffin. She ran over and pushed the lid open just to see.. "There's no vampire in here!" “No vampire? How strange” - a stranger in red bent down to look at the opened coffin with the child- “Indeed, you are correct. Whatever will you do now, Lady Pamela?”

Pamela thought for a few seconds and an idea struck her face: “It's night! The vampire must be out hunting, why didn't I think of that?” She took the stranger by the hand and led him back out into the hallway. There, she looked around and, not finding the vampire in the vicinity, returned to the man in red. “Do you have any other ideas where he could be?” “Not a single one, lady.” -he said with fake worry in his voice. “Then we'll have to lure him out.” Pamela pulled a dagger out of her dress pocket. It gleamed silver in the basement light, catching the stranger's eye. The girl exhaled and closed her eyes, slicing her palm. She held her hand out in front of her, staring resolutely into the passage, expecting the vampire to appear from any direction, but to no avail. “Sir… there is no vampire here either” - She turned to her companion in confusion and then took several steps back when she saw him. The stranger's eyes were glowing red, and he had a wide smile on his face with sharp teeth clearly visible. “What's the matter, little lady, you look like you've seen a… monster,”- he said with a mocking tone, but then the girl held the dagger out in front of her, her brows furrowed. “You fooled me, you infernal creature, but I saw past you. Don't move, vampire, or I'll slay you!”- The girl's knees were trembling, but she held the blade firmly, keeping her eyes on the enemy. The vampire's eyes widened for a second, but then narrowed in a smile. He got down on one knee in front of Pamela and spoke in a sweet voice. “It looks like I have no choice but to surrender."

[doodle-pops]

Sorry doodle it took me sometime!

I wanted to make sure that I had clear ideas since im not a native English speaker. Here’s are my ideas :

Scenario 1

It’s not exactly in AU but since it diverges from the silmarillion I thought it would count.

I would imagine Celegorm as some sort of Van Hellsing of middle earth. He would be traveling in the deepest south, hunting Melkor beasts and new nameless things. There he would meet a human huntress that is also fighting beasts. Some tension would arise between them maybe because Celegorm being older wouldn’t listen to her advice and input ? I was also thinking about philosophical differences. Like Celegorm would see the beast as things to be destroyed and the huntress would see it more like a delicate balance between good and bad. By spending time with her he slowly change his view. Hopefully I’m clear!

Scenario 2

I just saw that you posted Fingon as a knight!!! (I feel spoiled with so many great content about him lately!) It was actually my second scenario but with Glorfindel. It might be suuuuper cheesy but…. Sight alright… Basically it would be some kind of enemies to lovers trope where Glorfindel offends the reader on a misunderstanding.

She thinks he insults her family house when she hears him say “I could never imagine fighting with their emblem!” But actually it’s because he was asked to replace the knight that was supposed to fight in the jousting competition and he felt like it would be unfair. Long story short he ended up fighting for the reader house and she gives him her favor thinking it’s an other knight… really not sure about this one to be honest but if it inspired you to create something better… then it would be at least that !

I also have some ideas inspired by a poem. It’s a bit all over the place so if you find my first 2 ideas good maybe I can share the rest with the poem? Let me know!

I thoroughly love the first scenario, majorly because I loved 2004 Van Helsing with Hugh Jackman and that version has always been engraved in my mind as the best adaptation. I can see this working out with reader, as you mentioned, being a huntress or scientist, who sees the creatures as more than monsters which leads to their perspectives clashing before finding common grounds for a larger problem. The thriller and mystery, perhaps something with a rival troupe.

Not sure if the scenario described was meant to be romantic, so they could become companions in the end or leave it ambiguous. Some platonic action is great at times, a cool step from romance. Huan would take the Friar's position since he’s Tyelko's voice of reason, remaining in dog form, of course.

The 2nd scenario (touched that you were inspired and glad to spoil you, planning to give more Fingon content soon): never thought about Glorfindel in an enemies-to-lovers and miscommunication troupe. And it’s more from the reader’s perspective, while Glorfindel remains clueless, so we have a clueless Glorfindel and an irritated reader lol. Imagine the look on reader’s face when they see it was Glorfindel who fought for their house 😂

I think putting reader in a situation where she needs to humble her pride and seek his help would settle this. Kidnapped, ransomed, Glorfy to the rescue, trekking back home, time on the road, clarification, and reconciliation. I wouldn’t rush the lovers' part, but rather end it with all the tension blooming something attractive between them. All their squabbling ends with reader asking Glorfindel to truly be her knight.

You are free to send in the rest ☺️

[dont-need-one-of-these-do-i]

Hellsing Anti-Whumptober Prompt 1

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Integra ducks behind the wall, her chest heaving. She can feel her heart pounding behind her breastbone, pumping oxygenated blood to her extremities, which burn with exertion. She takes a second to catch her breath, waiting until the gun in her hands no longer shakes with the minute jitters of her trembling fingers before sticking her head back out around the brick wall. 

The sun-soaked field is littered with bodies, and even from her position far from the carnage she can see that the majority of the casualties are painted with red, their armor stripped with vermilion. 

Integra tugs her head back behind the wall of the Hellsing mansion and makes a decision. It’s time for her trump card.

“Alucard,” she calls, her voice barely a whisper so as to not be heard by the enemy, “I need you.”

The shadows beside her blink, and if she were any normal thirteen-year-old girl, she would have screamed. But Sir Integra Hellsing is not a normal thirteen-year-old girl, and is unfazed by Alucard, the no-life king, materializing out of the darkness directly next to her. 

The vampire yawns and stretches his arms above his head, which Integra slaps to get him to put them down. “What is it, little master?”

“We are at war. I need your help.”

Alucard looks down at Integra with one eyebrow raised. “Master, you know that I’m not supposed to help you in this.”

“Those were orders given to you by someone other than me, therefore what I ask of you trumps it. Now, help me.”

For a second Integra thinks that Alucard isn’t going to help, that he’s going to betray her and leave her to fend for herself surrounded by enemies. Then he smiles like a feral dog and she knows she’s got him. 

“Very well. There are five enemy combatants directly downhill from your position. A pair of snipers are over there,” the vampire points to a raised platform on the right side of the field, “and another just there.” He gestures again discreetly to a platform on the other side of the field, this one higher up but smaller. “And there are two coming around the back of the house just now.”

Integra turns to look directly at Alucard, her eyes wide. “Why would you not lead with that?!” Her voice is a low hiss, incredulous, and it makes the vampire grin. 

“I can’t give everything to you on a silver platter, now can I?” And with that, the vampire phases through the wall, leaving the young knight to fend off two attackers on her own.

Cursing Alucard out under her breath, Integra checks the paintball gun in her hands. There’s plenty of ammunition left in the chamber, the paint-filled pellets stark blue against the black of the gun, so she readjusts her grip on the handles and flattens herself against the wall, turning her attention to the new threat. 

A tall man in red-accented tactical gear rounds the corner and, luckily for Integra, he doesn’t notice her right away. She manages to get a shot directly to his chest, the small ball exploding into a veritable cloud of blue paint, and he falls dramatically to the ground, throwing his limbs out and making a very exaggerated oomph sound. 

She scoffs at the dramatics, but once he’s on the ground, Integra gets a better look at his face and recognizes Flint Douglas. Internally, Integra preens at having caught one of the Hellsing organization’s special operatives by surprise, but she keeps her face from showing her pride. 

Integra’s not so lucky the second time, as the other soldier saw her companion fall, but the young girl manages to drop low and avoid the spray of red paint-filled pellets that slam into the wall behind her. As she ducks, Integra pulls the trigger, catching the woman in the arm with the first shot, and then in the stomach with the second. Like Flint, she too dramatically falls to the ground, even going as far as to throw the back of her hand against her forehead as she does so. 

Flint is laughing quietly at this point, and when Integra looks at him, he raises a thumbs up to her. “Nice shooting, sir!”

“Thank you,” Integra mumbles curtly, before checking behind her, and running off around the building in the opposite direction that the soldiers had come from. 

The field behind the Hellsing mansion has some wooden obstacles erected in it but remains largely open. Integra watches as two of her teammates—identifiable by the blue tape stuck in stripes on the shoulders of their tactical gear—sneak below the raised platform on her right and ambush the snipers above, but also getting hit in the process. That leaves only one enemy left.

Integra crosses the field as quietly as she can, ducking behind obstacles and running low to the ground. The grass beneath her rain boots is slick with paint, but she keeps her footing. She reaches the box unnoticed and goes around the back to where the platform is open, and the figure inside is unguarded. She presses the butt of the air gun into the meat of her shoulder, stabilizing it as best she can, and lines up the shot. She breathes out and pulls the trigger.

The guard in the box rocks forward as he’s splattered across the back with blue paint, letting out a noise of surprise. He spins around, taking in the sight of his young boss, before laughing and lying down his weapon. 

“Nice work, sir!”

Integra, like before, looks at the ground and smiles. It had taken a lot of coercion to talk her into joining this round of the Hellsing Organization’s trimonthly paintball training game. Still, she’s finding it more enjoyable than she had initially expected. In fact, she—

Integra stumbles to the side, shocked out of her thoughts by the sensation of a small, red pellet slamming into her shoulder. She wheels on her heels, snapping her attention to the shooter.

Walter, head of the Hellsing mansion’s staff, stands there calmly, his paintball gun lowered, and his lips pursed in a nonchalant whistle. His eyes drift pointedly toward the treeline behind her, as though he had nothing to do with the fact that she is now splattered in red paint on one side.

“Walter,” Integra demands. “How dare you?!”

Walter, utterly unbothered, raises a single eyebrow. “I beg your pardon, my lady?”

“You shot me!” she accuses, gesturing indignantly to the smear of red paint staining her sleeve.

“Hmm.” Walter inspects his weapon, his expression one of mild amusement. “So it seems I did.”

Integra scowls, her fists clenching at her sides. “Traitorous behavior from my own staff,” she mutters, her voice dripping with mock dismay. “Unbelievable.”

Walter’s lips twitch, though he fights to keep his face composed. “It is my duty to prepare you for anything, my lady. Even unexpected treachery. Consider it…a lesson in vigilance.”

“I’ll show you vigilance,” Integra hisses under her breath, raising her gun.

Walter steps back, holding up his free hand as if to placate her. “Now, now. Surely we can agree I was acting in your best—”

Integra pulls the trigger. A burst of blue paint splatters across Walter’s chest, interrupting his protest mid-sentence.

Walter looks down at the vivid smear, his mouth twitching into what might have been a smile—if he weren’t so practiced at keeping a straight face. “Touché, my lady,” he says with a small bow.

“Damn right,” Integra says, lowering her gun.

From somewhere nearby, a familiar voice cuts through the air, dripping with amusement. “Very well handled, Master.”

Alucard materializes from the shadows, leaning lazily against a tree trunk. His crimson eyes glint with mischief. “Though I must say, I rather enjoyed watching Walter best you for a moment.”

Integra rounds on the vampire, her glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Care to repeat that, servant?”

“Me?” Alucard places a hand over his heart, feigning innocence. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Walter clears his throat, straightening his vest as if nothing had happened. “Shall I prepare some tea, my lady? A victorious warrior deserves refreshment, after all.”

Integra lets out a long-suffering sigh, pushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair out of her face. “Tea. And a sandwich, please. I’ve earned it.”

“As you wish,” Walter replies with a bow, his paint-splattered vest now a badge of her triumph.

Alucard chuckles as Integra strides back toward the mansion, head held high despite the streak of red paint on her shoulder. “You know,” he muses, falling into step beside her, “for someone so young, you do have a talent for commanding respect. Even if it’s…earned the hard way.”

Integra doesn’t bother looking at him, her tone imperious as ever. “That’s what makes me a Hellsing. Now stop wasting time and get back to work.”

“Yes, master,” Alucard says, his grin widening.

Ahead of them, from inside the manor, Walter watches them through a window with a knowing smile. The paintball game might be over, but it’s clear the real game never stops in the Hellsing household.

Big thank you to @coffin-of-dust for letting me include Flint!

[unistaryo]

Richard Boucher

Name: Richard Boucher

Date of birth: 21st of August 1975

Zodiac: Leo

Height: 178 cm

Nationality: British

Place of birth: Paris, French

Family:

Mom: Marie Boucher

Dad: unknown

Siblings: none

Favourite colour: red

Favourite book: The Old Man and The Sea (Thus Spoke Zarathustra if asked)

Favourite movie: Dumbo (Fight Club if asked)

Favourite comic: Iron Man

Romantic interest: none

Overall things:

He is a stuck-up, but a smart one

He doesn’t let people know he is superior outright but shows it in small ways (for example he sometimes overexplains some things just because, or flexes during the most unnoticeable moments);

He hides his emotions exceptionally well; no one knows what is going at his head at the moment;

A talented strategist with a sharp tongue for his inferiors and sweet words for his superior, he quickly advance in ranks;

Richard wanted to work for Hellsing due to his curiosity about the supernatural;

Unbeknownst to anyone but Integra and the Round Table, he can transform into a mouse. So, he is also sent as a some-sort of information collector (I will explain it in the backstory);

Richard is actually a good cook, but he will never admit it;

Td;lr he is the asshole that everyone tolerates or likes for some reason;

He hates the colour pink and never speaks about why, people are actually surprised that he can show so much hatred towards such a mundane thing;

He only started to behave more properly after a few ‘accidents’ caused by Walter and Alucard;

He is also a big flirt with anyone he finds attractive, though he claims to be a ‘marriage’ man;

He doesn’t support when someone calls him stupid or weak- Richard made sure that the person never returned to their original position or destroyed them socially;

Richard tried to flirt with Integra once, but he never did it again. He only calls her ‘sir’ or ‘miss’ now;

Walter doesn’t like him, at all. But he is too good at his job to be transferred

Richard remained at Hellsing because he found out he loved to play with the vampire enemy's minds. Purely for his entertainment, but also because he wants to get to know more about vampires;

Alucard finds him amusing in some ways but mostly ignores him

Seras is neutral, but his constant flirting puts her off;

Backstory:

Born on the 21st of August 1975 to Marie, then Boucher, and Richard Boucher, an upper-middle-class family, who said that they had French roots from the husband's family, Richard was seen as a gift from the beginning. Taking his name from his dad who was seen as the head of their community.

He was loved greatly by both of his parents, his mom was a housewife and his dad was a high-ranking officer at Hellsing.

Unfortunately, his dad was killed during an abroad mission in France, where it was discovered that he faked his identity this entire time. The supposed ‘Richard’ was a spy sent from an Eastern organisation as a spy, whose mission was to destabilize Hellsing and England.

His mom, Marie, never believed a word about this. She held this belief until her death. Marie always blamed Hellsing for her husband's death, especially André because she was supposed to be the one to ensure his equipment. As a result, she always ensured that Richard knew who was to blame in her eyes, telling him that they fabricated the story about his father to get away easily from this situation.

After this tragedy, Marie moved away with her child, then only 2 years old, to a small town in England, near Scotland. There, she remarried a successful local businessman of French origin, just like her husband, and tried to create some stability for Richard, at least in the eyes of the world. The woman knew that Hellsing kept a close eye on them due to the accusations on her husband, so she ensured that nothing got out of her watchful eyes so Hellsing wouldn't dig deeper.

As a result, she taught Richard how to hide his true feelings and their home life, making him create an ‘outside personality’. He was to be the best, the leader, the greatest around other children, but to also have some vulnerable moments to not raise suspicion.

As a child, he was emotional and sensible, often crying because of ‘pity’ reasons. Thus, his mother often took action, scolding him and punishing him. Since her usual methods, she decides that she will use a method she learned from her parents since little. So, Marie locked her son in an empty room for hours, all Richard can remember from that ‘time out’ are the pink walls, with little scribbles he did: ‘don't be a girl’, ‘emotions are beneath you’.

And that's how his whole childhood went, he slowly developed into a promising teenager, who was average in everything, yet stunning in the eyes of the world. The only escape he knew was a lady that lived in a house, isolated by the town's residents.

Rumors about her were all over the town, from her eternal youth, to her fangs and demonic abilities. So no wonder a curious and scared boy like Richard, who was running while tears stormed his face from the town, adventures on her priority in search of a place to hide.What if his mother found him, after his slip up? He doesn’t want to go to the pink room anymore.

Soon, he was found by the lady, an average looking lady, with soft features, almost childlike- yet mature, and welcomed inside.

There, Kasia, the mysterious woman, comforted him. She lived in a one-story house, beautifully decorated. The living room seemed more like a museum which holded the strangest, yet interesting things, from teacups with different figures who resembled hunters, made from all kinds of materials to an old yet clean uniform. Near sunset, Kania convinced him to go back home, promising that his mother and the whole village would have forgotten his mishap already. And she was right, he never got punished then.

And that's how he found a true friend, in his words. Someone whom he couldn't be devised with his ‘outside’ personality, and who saw him as a person with feelings. A rarity coming from his mother, who was completely turned into the investigation of his biological father, and step-dad who didn't even glanced at him.

Kasia sometimes told him stories about a different time and place, and how the uniform made her who she was. And how the small badge, almost ripped from the right pocket and inscriptionated in Polish, was the symbol of her resistance, the symbol of the organisation that once hunted down the supernatural threats from her mother country. And, to help him escape his mother's punishments, she granted him the power to transform into a mouse, thus escaping the pink room at will.

Unfortunately, when Richard was only 13, Kasia had to leave urgently due to reasons unknown to him, only leaving him a handwritten note: ‘I'm sorry’.

In his teenage years, a realization hit him. He could read everyone around him better, knew who to please and who to command by only a glance. So, he used this to his advantage a lot. With his learned charm and experience in manipulating and reading people, he quickly became popular in his school, even becoming head of the Student Council, and in various leadership positions in different volunteering associations. He was loved by everyone, yet no one dared to take advantage of him, and those who tried were quickly shut down.

But, despite all of this, Richard never got close to someone emotionally. He sees emotions as a weakness and wants to appear as masculine and strong as possible, just like his mother wants him to be.

At home, his situation got better little by little. His mother stopped using such brutal methods of punishment and tried her best to change her child's life for the better, realising that she can't change anything about her husband's case. So, instead she redirected her attention towards her son, who now knew all too well how to deceive her.

No one ever saw him break down crying, having anger outbursts or showing any negative emotions in his teenage years. He was always smiling, always on top of the game, making sure that no one surpassed him. But, masks are supposed to be taken down, so to cool down, he often dissapeared into the woods, somewhere near Kasia's old home.

For a year he couldn't enter her house after she left, only crying at the front door, which was locked, only a small, mouse-sized little door left unlocked near it.

As time went on, he started entering the house as much as he could. Then, Richard slowly started to piece together something about Kasia's sudden leave.

Her things were all over the place, most of her clothes and belongings left behind- even the ones someone clearly needs to survive even on short journeys, let alone never returning. Even the food, which she always insisted on not throwing away, was left behind. The only thing that was touched was her old uniform- laying in pieces on the floor. Someone had shredded it with extreme precision- in case someone entered to search the house, they couldn't put the Polish message together, making it unreadable.

No one ever reported Kasia's disappearance, not even him. It was like the village forgot about her, or simply didn't care. Instead, they transformed her into some sort of local legend, especially the old ladies. They loved to transform her into all sorts of things when gossiping- witch, devil, vampire. That's what angered Richard the most- Kasia hated vampires. She had devoted her entire life to hunt them, how could they call her one? He will leave this town and never come back, and he will find out what truly happened to Kasia and his father.

But, during his research and what he knew from his mother, this meant he needed to enter a specific organisation: Hellsing.

So, that became his ultimate goal. Not his mother's wish to become a doctor and leave the life his father had behind, not the peaceful life Kasia told him to build. He wanted to know everything, the truth. What exactly happened to his father and Kasia?

Even if Marie tried to stop him, he ended up being one of Hellsing's most efficient and talented soldiers. Playing all the right cards so no one can ever get rid of him, Richard secured his place in the organisation. Always searching for answers, digging through the organisation's archives using his charm and good looks, Boucher became the first suspect when it came to every incident that occurred. But, he always got out clean, even going as far as to put both his bio father and step father’s names in the mud multiple times. He didn't even get shy when it came to collaborating with Iscariot- trading information with them. And, despite everything, he never found something that could be considered important in his eyes. Just the same things he knew since he was a child. Nothing. Just punishments and how to get rid of them.

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RP Partner Search

Been a while since my original rp info ad so here I am again!

Name: Asan

Pronouns: They/them

Preferred Platform: Discord, I’m also willing to use Gdocs. Hard no for rping on tumblr, just not my cup of tea

Availability: On EST and I work 4 days a week during mornings and early afternoons. After that I'm open pretty much open the rest of the afternoon into the night. Days off I'm available pretty much all day

Preferred Age: I'm 26, so would prefer 20+, mdi

Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Supernatural, Romance (love slow burns), Drama, Action, Adventure, Mythology, Historical, Modern, Sci-fi, Mystery

Fav Tropes: Enemies/rivals to lovers, soulmates, forced proximity, fake dating, prophecies, opposites attract, found family, forbidden love, arranged marriage, love triangles (bonus if it becomes poly)

Original Plots/OCs: I have some plots in mind. Would especially love to do a fantasy war setting I have in mind. But feel free to ask about other ideas or bring your own ideas to me. Or we can form a new plot based around our OCs

Fandom: I normally do original content but I'm in a few fandoms. I also will rp something inspired by these fandoms. I usually rp OCxOC, but I might be convinced to do OCxCC for certain fandoms. Those in pink I have plots and OCs for, green I have only an OC. Those with a star I’m always open to rp

Vampire Academy (Book Series)⭐️

The Mummy (1999) ⭐️

Dragon Ball Z

Uncharted (Video Game Series)

Wednesday

Hellsing Ultimate

Jujutsu Kaisen

Avatar The Last Airbender

Preferred Pairing: FxF, FxNB, MxF on the rarer occasion. I don't often play MxM or male characters in general unless we have a cast of characters

Post Length: I can average about 3-6 paragraphs but have also been known to write more. Can easily pass discord’s limit sometimes. It really just matters what's happening in the rp

SFW OR NSFW: Dark topics, blood and violence often end up in my rp's but we can always talk triggers. I prefer to fade to black for smut but if I'm comfortable with my partner I may be willing to write it

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Go rant about ur ocs love lives... NOW‼️‼️

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

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The love lives of the House of Gloria members.

Soto Gloria x Walter C. Dornez

This old unassuming gardener and resident doctor(with unusual methods) actually had one interesting affair with a well-known butler. Yeah, he and Walter were a thing back in the day.

What year was it, Soto will never divulge any details.

Maybe Walter had visited South America multiple times before? And maybe there was a certain beautiful young man he met when he was at a restaurant? What started as sharing drinks to maybe a sleepover, maybe a summer fling?

Despite being alone for a lot of his young life Soto can't stand being alone. Walter found Soto to be a very peaceful man to be around. Like the world slows down when the two are together.

When Walter left Rio there was this light tugging feeling in his chest. What if he never returned to England?

Once summer ended Walter returned to England as his work was done in Rio. And Soto returned to college. They kept in contact by letters (Walter has his own PO box) often talking about their lives, well as much as they could share. It seemed only Soto expressed wanting to meet again.

The letters slowed down eventually with only Soto updating Walter on his travels around the world and how tired he is from school.

Years later Soto had been traveling Europe and just so happened to be staying in London.

Walter received a letter from Soto informing him he was in England on business. Walter sent back an itinerary of the best local spots.

Although Walter can't quite remember if the two met up in London he feels like they spent a few days together but he can't pinpoint any details.

At the same time, mysterious assassinations started to occur of high-ranking people from a rich secret society who were found with a poisonous plant sprouting from their bodies. This didn't catch Hellsing's full attention as there was no evidence of a vampire involved. Until a vampire randomly killed another member of this society but said vampire was left barely alive with the effects of the poison running its course but not killing it.

The last Walter remembers is when Soto left a letter stating that he was going back home to the States. And the assassinations seemingly stopped.

Madam Zoella A. Gloria x Soto Gloria

Let's just say being betrayed by loved ones may have affected the Madam's love life.

She tried having relationships but often felt she could never be truly open with her partner. Madam Gloria was fine with having an affair with a married person. She found comfort knowing it would amount to nothing. Until she found out that the married couple was just using the affair to try to drain her of her power via absorbing her soul. As if the past was repeating itself out of self-defense she pulled an uno reverse card.

After a while, Madam gave up on romance entirely, feeling as if no one would truly love her. At this point in time she was alone with no one friend.

Then she came across this beautiful man named Soto working at the flower shop. An acquaintance turned into a pleasant friendship it was nice taking things slowly. Although there was this nagging feeling that Soto wasn't just a simple plant enthusiast. But it felt nice pretending to be a normal human being.

Until she walked on him telling a plant to grow and it grew.

Some sorceress she is and she didn't notice anything. Ripping the band-aid off she revealed her magic to him and offered him a job as her assistant.

He accepted starting a pleasant work relationship.

Assassination attempts were strangely common for Madam Gloria. Soto offered to negotiate peace with their enemies across the seas in London.

That was the first time Madam Gloria called him 'my heart'.

Maybe their love isn't the healthiest? Maybe Madam expecting her lover to give her 200% 24/7 is a little unreasonable? And maybe Soto not hesitating to massacre an entire room of people that insulted his lover may not be very healthy or safe? But what's important is that they are happy.

Oh wait they got married.

Zo Gloria x Alucard

'Canonically' Zo doesn't really have any love interests.

That's not to say that she doesn't have a line of simps that find her intimidating.

But if she was to be shipped with Alucard I kinda picture them having a weird relationship.

Yes, it did start with Alucard bothering Zo. And her ruthlessly ignoring him.

She has a spell cast over her mind that prevents Alucard from reading it. It's one of the reasons why he found her intriguing—a mind he couldn't waltz into, how fascinating.

Zo hates to admit it but Alucard feels familiar?? She feels the urge to tell him to don't die again.

She doesn't know why she cares about him either.

Why does Alucard have dreams lying down on a damp green pasture watching the sun rise whenever Zo is in England?

Until Madam Gloria gives the word Zo has no desire to fight Alucard.

And Alucard is very curious about her powers and her true identity.

They both have sporadic conversations about philosophy while in battle or someone is walking on the ceiling during this discussion.

Alucard does try urging her to stop self-loathing feeling that she is 'innocent' compared to him.

The most intimate they get in their 'canon' is that they sleep together.

Harveen Saint x Seras Victoria

I do have it in 'canon' that they are besties but I mean who wouldn't want to give Seras a girlfriend?

Okay, and how could I not ship the students from different schools together?!!

Harveen and Seras both relate to each other in the sense that wow we chose this life but man there was a lot of fine print I am just now reading.

They also relate to having masters who are whack teachers.

Harveen: And then Zo said 'Are you going to slow me down again?' This was after I was stabbed twice!

Seras: So mean!

Seras: Alucard yelled at me and called me a coward after questioning him about massacring a human SWAT team!

Harveen: So out of pocket!