Author: wrhinehardt

Things you think each Hellsing and Iscariot Member would like about me? XD

I understand you might have been joking, but you’ve been such a good friend since I met you that I couldn’t resist answering this one first.

Integra:

Definitely your honesty and genuine personality. You seem like someone she could trust which is something she needs in her life.

Alucard:

Respects your resolve. Your unwillingness to give up and embracing of whatever life gives you is impressive to him.

Seras:

Loves your chipper attitude and politeness, you remind her of herself.

Walter:

Respects the way you help and care for others, reminds him of the person he knows he should be.

Pip:

Wholeheartedly enjoys your sense of adventure, which meshes with the worldliness of a traveling mercenary like himself.

Father Anderson:

Is enamored by your spirituality and seeming willingness to consult or work with a higher power for support in your life.

Enrico Maxwell:

Jealous of the self-confidence you have, aspires to having that level of self-belief without others worshipping him.

Heinkel:

Admires your fighting spirit, like Alucard, she highly respects your refusal to submit to unfortunate circumstances.

Yumiko:

She likes your hair.

Haha good stuff here. Can I request jealousy headcanons for Hellsing?

These were surprisingly tough to write, these are headcanons I hadn’t really thought of before today. Hope you enjoy!

Alucard:

Is probably the most overtly, aggressively jealous of the Hellsing members. If he feels like his S/O is looking elsewhere, true or not, he’ll be sure to reassert himself to them. Especially possessive, frequently reminds his S/O that they are his, and he’s theirs, even if this causes confusion when they don’t understand he’s jealous.

Integra:

Very passive-aggressive. Would probably order extra surveillance on her S/O, just to keep eyes on them, but nothing too intrusive. However, she’d probably realize when she’s gone too far and would have the state of mind to sit her S/O down and explain her feelings to try and get a grasp of how they really feel.

Seras:

Quiet, sad. Likely has constant thoughts that her S/O changed their minds about being with her, not wanting to be with a vampire that could kill them so easily. Probably constantly worried about accidentally doing something that would scare away her S/O, so every time she has to drink blood or fight, she’d be desperate to ensure that they’re somewhere they can’t see her. Wouldn’t confront her partner or talk about how she feels, instead she would probably internalize everything excessively.

Walter:

His expression of jealousy depends on who he feels his partner is interested in. If he feels he’s losing his partner to a fellow human, he would likely express a similar internalized anxiety to Seras; feeling that his partner wants someone younger than him, that they’re not really interested in someone as old as he is, whether it’s true or not. If he feels like he’s losing them to a being such as Alucard, he would become very aggressive and competitive, deadset on besting this being in a fight to prove to his S/O that he’s really the one for them, not anyone else.

Pip:

Likely highly disappointed if he feels like his partner is looking to someone else. Would try very hard to keep them with him, including all sorts of romantic gestures that would seem out-of-nowhere to his S/O who’s clueless of his feelings. He fully well understands that things like this happen, but he really doesn’t want to lose his S/O, so he’ll do everything in his power to prove his love to them in the hopes they won’t leave.

It’s been excellent writing out the NSFW requests, I just wanted to remind everyone that I’ll take scenarios in addition to headcanons, both SFW and NSFW.

Also, some headcanons for Claude’s eating habits and his favourite foods! Any guilty pleasures, or things he really likes to have but doesn’t get the chance? Home cooked foods?

herushingu:

bookwormmedz:

the-rose-clad-demon-doctor:

I wanted to get creative with the foods he likes because there’s some foods or eating behaviors that never get any attention. Thank you again for asking!

  • Claude lo-o-oves spicy foods, salty foods, anything with meat in it, and sweets. Since London’s curry scene satisfies three of the four, he frequents curry joints when he has free time to go into the city.
  • His favorite dish growing up is actually tripe soup. His Romanian grandfather made it every time he visited, all the way up until his death when Claude was 13. Claude’s actually never found a single tripe soup recipe that matches up to his grandfather’s, which really pisses him off.
  • Claude is the opposite of a stress-eater. Put him in a stressful situation and his appetite shuts down entirely. After a battle, he actually inadvertently ends up fasting for a day so his appetite can recover. Sadness is the same way, he can’t eat if he gets too sad.
  • The man. Does not. Like. Chocolate! Seriously, one of the only people alive who doesn’t! He actively hates the stuff, and nobody has any idea why.
  • He adores fruity beverages, and always asks for the girliest drinks on the menu whenever he goes out drinking with his fellow Hellsing operatives. He can’t stand the taste of alcohol in the slightest.
  • If a food is a dessert, he will consume the absolute hell out of it. Under no circumstances should you expose him to too much of the stuff, because he is fully willing and able to eat an entire cake if the opportunity presents itself. It hasn’t happened more than a couple times, but any time the Hellsing Organization has a party or celebration, they have to keep a pair of guards on duty to keep him away from the dessert table.
  • His guilty pleasure food is the only thing that’s actually earned him a look of disgust from any Hellsing higher-up who witnesses it. A grilled cheese sandwich that contains a sample of every cheese in the Hellsing Manor kitchen. Even those with completely conflicting flavors. He has no idea why he likes the combination so don’t bother asking him.

I FEEL LIKE WE ARE CONNECTED SOMEHOW!! 

I love my spicy foods, salty foods, meats and my sweet tooth can get very highkey sometimes!

I’m the same with drinks really, love fruity stuff, especially on ice! 

I’m also dying reading about Claude’s assaults on dessert tables; can you imagine him crashing a wedding just to eat the desserts-

Last thing: CLAUDE BETTER BE SAVING ME SOME OF THAT CHEESE GOODNESS, WE CAN SHARE EVEN IF WE GET LOOKS

P.S I now officially ship myself with Claude

Bye

COOL HELLSING OC STUFF!!! 💖💖💖

And Claude gets more adorable!!! 💓💓💓

He’s like the enemy of the chocolate guy in Spongebob!

XDDDD

Alucard vs. Dragon

Here’s the little Alucard fighting a Shadowrun dragon that I posted about earlier. Just a short little bit of imaginative what-if scenario, nothing too big. Hope you all enjoy!

Alucard wasn’t quite sure he’d heard that right. A dragon. A fucking… Dragon.

Sighted over Ypres, Belgium, it had caused a significant amount of destruction, burning away nearly half of the city and killing fifteen thousand people before being chased away by a joint squadron of the Belgian and French Air Forces. They had wounded the beast, hitting it nearly a dozen times with missiles, but nobody was sure to what extent they had hurt it.

It disappeared off radar shortly after the engagement, but the Hellsing Organization, with the assistance of Her Majesty’s government, were contacted to hunt it down.

The Royal Air Force begrudgingly offered their assistance, in the form of a C-130 cargo plane, aerial reconnaissance to track down the dragon, and a special weapon gifted from their contacts in the United States.

It hadn’t taken terribly long to track down the dragon again. It had resurfaced in eastern Belgium, terrorizing Brussels. The Royal Air Force cargo plane delivered him as close as possible to the site of the dragon’s attack. He could see it already.

A massive, gold-colored beast of prey, easily the size of the cargo plane in which he strode into battle. Talons and scales that glinted in the light of the fires from the city below. Two sets of thick legs and a pair of incredible wings. A wyvern.

Flames flickered around its maw before it spat out another long stream of green fire, burning so hot that even from a dozen kilometers away, the vampire could feel its warmth on his skin.

At the sound of the cargo plane’s turboprop engines, the dragon turned its head. Alucard grinned wildly, eager to do battle with such an awesomely powerful creature. He laughed, stepping back into the cargo hold.

“Nothing more than a canary!” The crew of the cargo plane were visibly distressed by the situation, more so by his reaction. Alucard sauntered over to the plane’s cargo, ripping off the tarpaulin with gusto.

Strapped to the floor of the cargo plane was a GAU-8 Avenger, a car-sized, rotary-barreled cannon chambered for the same ammo that would later see use in the main weapon of Miss Seras Victoria. It had been specially reconfigured with a handle and trigger, sized for human hands.

Alucard took a deep breath.

“Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems… 3… 2… 1… “

The dragon roared, spitting fire. It was just slightly off target, the flames going wide and scorching the tail of the cargo plane. Alucard gritted his teeth at the heat, as it blistered and burned his skin.

“Approval of situation A recognized; commencing the Cromwell Invocation.”

The dragon opened its mouth, and he could see the glow of the flames deep in its maw as it prepared to breathe again.

“Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent.”

Eyes erupted from the black of Alucard’s cloak, and a colossal tendril of darkness wrapped around the heft of the GAU-8 to his side. With little effort, he hefted the enormous gun to his shoulder. At the sight of this, the human crew of the cargo plane, very quickly, sequestered themselves away in the cockpit. Alucard took aim as the dragon began making its way in chase of the C-130.

“Why hide, humans? Doesn’t anybody want to see Sylvester kill Tweety-bird?”

The vampire squeezed his trigger.

Even with his immense strength, heels dug into the deck of the cargo plane, the recoil was immense. The gun issued an incredible, graunching roar as it spat forth explosive death at 4000 rounds per minute. The No-Life King found himself inching backward, slowly, by the force of the recoil.

Hundred of rounds went wide, slamming into the ground and buildings of the city of Brussels. Hundreds of other rounds found their target.

The dragon screamed in agony, a blisteringly loud roar that could be heard even over the din of the cannonfire. Dozens of small explosions erupted along its body and wings, bringing forth a spray of fire, shrapnel, and gore as the dragon’s left wing was torn from its body, falling to the ground like a crumpled piece of paper. The dragon followed suit, dropping ten thousand feet and slamming into the upper stories of the Proximus Towers.

The vampire, knowing his job remained incomplete, set off at a run off the ramp of the cargo plane, leaping to the earth below and bringing his newfound toy with him.

He didn’t particularly care who saw him. The Brussels citizenry were already in an uproar as their city burned, and everyone who glimpsed the black-coat-clad man walking at the forefront of a shadowy cloud merely turned and fled.

The walk to Proximus Tower 1 was mostly quiet. The dragon, grievously wounded, growled in pain, letting out a weakened roar as it gazed down from its new steel-and-glass bed and saw the vampire Alucard.

He chuckled ominously. “What’s wrong, Tweety? Swatted out of the sky by a puddy tat?”

Alucard raised the godly gun and fired another burst, ripping into the dragon’s chest and stomach. He was met by a flash of heat that seared his skin, melting his form and the gun he held in his hand. The dragon stopped after only a few seconds, satisfied that its attacker would die along with it.

The vampire reformed slowly, gazing forlornly at the melted remnants of the gun that shot down a dragon. So much for that piece of glorious artillery.

He began to run up the side of the building, his destination; the hole in which the dragon laid. He wanted to ensure it was dead.

However, upon his arrival, there was no dragon to be found.

Instead, at the center of its carnage was a tall, lanky, olive-skinned woman, missing an arm at the shoulder and with countless bullet wounds riddling her stomach. He shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“Disappointing. A dragon, yet not a dragon. A human, yet not a human. You’re nothing more than a common pyromaniac.”

She let out a weakened growl, baring sharp teeth despite her human form. She bore a slight Flemish accent.

“You… disgust me, vampire, demon of the night. I am a majestic being! I am a proud being! Far greater than you and the pathetic humans you so willingly defend.” She began to struggle to her feet. “Filthy, arrogant humans. Filthy, arrogant vampires. I wanted to assert my dominance. To show all of you pathetic creatures who would really rule this world.”

The vampire smirked, his voice deepening. “Pathetic? You’re just a common thug with wings.” He extended his arm, bringing out the heavy, .454 Casull handgun he favored in combat. He aimed at the dragon-turned-human’s head. “Any last words, canary?”

She growled again. “My… My NAME IS-”

Her words were cut short. He’d fired a shot through her head, splitting her skull in two and sending spray of blood and bone to the wreckage behind her.

“Oops… My finger slipped.” As he holstered the gun and stepped over what remained of the dragon’s corpse, he turned to face it. “I have no respect for wanton killers like you.”

The vampire flipped open his flip phone, dialing the Hellsing Manor, with Integra’s extension. He could make his way home now. He knew she would have a shitload of paperwork to fill out.

(Note: Some dragons in Shadowrun can assume human forms, I went slightly different and had this dragon have her true form be a human.)

Hello! Can you do relationship headcanons of Anderson with a chubby! S/o that has anxiety and is shy? The s/o is really sweet and religious but is scared that Anderson would leave them for someone more beautiful and skinnier? I’m sorry if that’s too much!! I love your writing! Please have a great day!! 💞💖

I actually have a lot of personal experience with these feelings so writing to the effect of an anxious, self-conscious person was not that hard at all.

  • Anderson is absolutely an extremely supportive person towards his S/O. He’d always offer an ear to hear whatever’s making them feel bad. When he hears how they feel, and listens to their insecurities, he’d definitely reassure them that he loves them for them, and he loves their body no matter how they personally feel about it.
  • Always has a positive word to say to or about his S/O whenever they’re feeling down and self-conscious. Decades of working with kids and teens, and his fellow religious officials, means he’s got something good to say for every negative feeling they might be having at the moment.
  • Whenever his S/O feels particularly anxious, depressed, what have you, he gently takes their hands and leads them in a prayer to seek assistance from the Lord. “Lord, mae ye watch ovae them, givin’ them yer’ guidance in this, their time ae trial and sadness, Amen.”
  • Would try to get his S/O to open up to other people and not be so shy. He’s always trying to get them to meet the kids and his co-workers (is that the right word?) at the orphanage so they can get used to being around and talking to other people.
  • He’s the kinda guy to leave relevant Bible passages on places his S/O would see them. All the positive ones about loving yourself, others, etc. He mostly does this to help give them guidance when he’s going to be away on a mission for a while, to reassure them and help make sure they don’t get lonely while he’s gone.
  • Anderson is ALWAYS praying for his S/O to feel confident and happy, whether he’s near them or not, and to have them watched over while he’s gone. Renaldo and Maxwell have repeatedly stumbled on him wandering through the orphanage’s garden muttering prayers under his breath.
  • Is more than willing to provide hugs. Close bear hugs are the order of day for his S/O, as the giant priest loves keeping them close to him to reassure that he loves them.