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probablybadrpgideas · 11 months

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THINGS I AM UNREASONABLY ANNOYED ABOUT BY GAME SYSTEM

D&D: Please put a disclaimer that you are not a universal system. Every time I see someone try to do a political mystery game in D&D, I take 3d10 psychic damage and have to make a death saving throw.

Pathfinder: Look. If i wanted to play a game about fighting Cthulhu there is an extremely famous game specifically designed around doing that. Literally no-one is ever going to say "Wow, I want to play a Cthulhu themed game! Time to stat up a musical halfling from a magical fantasy land!".

Chronicles Of Darkness: Just admit no-one uses any of your rules. You have Social Door Rules and Integrity Conditions and Corruption Levels and I bet at most 50% of COD players could tell me which of those I made up. Just admit people aren't dressing up as Alucard The Bringer Of Shadows because they want to sit down and do calculus.

World Of Darkness: You know that old guy who's still doing his job even though he is way too old to do it any more, but he's now an institution so you can't get rid of him? Like that. The 90s called and they want literally everything about this back.

Call Of Cthulhu: I appreciate the commitment to authenticity, but maybe stop hiring actual disgraced mental asylum directors from the 1920s to design your sanity system?

GURPS: Look. Look. Listen. We both know that you just want to write history textbooks. These are history textbooks with a few stat blocks begrudgingly put in. If you just give me a book on early Chinese history I will read it and go "ah, very interesting!". You don't need to put in a list of character choices. We're all nerds. We'll read them. Live your best life.

Powered By The Apocalypse: I actually can't think of anything wrong with PBTA. That's not a bit, this is literally the perfect system. Take notes everyone else.

Mutants and Masterminds/Heroes System: Your systems have probably the most customizable character creation in the world and you both just make reskins of the Justice League over and over again. Maybe we only need one "thinly veiled copyrighted characters" setting? You can fight over it once you decipher your combat mechanics.

FATE: Ok I won't lie, I have no idea how the fuck FATE works. I have read the rules repeatedly and played three games and I still have no idea what invoking an aspect means. I don't know why. I grasped the rules of fucking Nobilis but this one just psychologically eludes me. This is more a problem with me I guess, but I'm still annoyed.

Warhammer 40k: Have you considered spending less on avocado toast? Then you might be able to afford to charge less for things?

Exalted: Apart from the lore, the setting, the mechanics, the metaplot, the character creation and the dodgy narrative implications, I can't think of anything to improve here.

#rpg #roleplaying games #can't wait to see which of these get me cancelled #ableism cw

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sacchiri · 2 months

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While skimming the JP volumes, I noticed a lot of subtleties in how characters address each other that aren't always carried over in translation.

So I did the only rational thing and made a frequency list of all the different ways Integra, Alucard, and Seras refer to each other throughout the manga.*

Hopefully someone else finds this informative or mildly entertaining as I did.

*Obviously “fool” and “idiot” aren’t normally counted as a means of address, but they were funny so I've included them. Also includes omake content.

Integra → Alucard

アーカード | Alucard = 21

バカ baka | idiot = 6

従僕 juuboku | servant = 3

伯爵 hakushaku | Count = 2

我が下僕 waga geboku | my servant = 1

我が僕 waga shimobe | my servant = 1

スレイブ | slave (as furigana for geboku) = 1

ばかたれども bakatare domo | idiots (referring to Alucard and Seras) = 1

Alucard → Integra

主 aruji・我が主人・我が主 waga aruji | my master (archaic/formal) = 17

インテグラ | Integra = 10

マイマスター | my master (as furigana for aruji) = 4

伯爵 hakushaku | Count = 2

ヘルシング卿 | Sir Hellsing = 2

お嬢さん ojousan | lady (polite) = 2

局長 kyokuchou・局長殿 kyokuchou-dono | Director = 2

インテグラルファルブルケウィンゲーツヘルシング | Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing = 2

インテグラヘルシング | Integra Hellsing = 1

ばーさん baa-san | old lady (informal) = 1

Alucard → Seras

婦警 fukei | policewoman = 12

セラス | Seras = 3

セラス・ヴィクトリア | Seras Victoria = 2

お嬢ちゃん ojou-chan | young lady = 1

ドラキュリーナ | draculina (as furigana for 吸血鬼, vampire) = 1

バカ者め bakamonome | fool = 1

臆病者 okubyoumono | coward = 1

半端者奴 hanpamonome | fool = 1

Seras → Alucard

マスター | master = 29

アーカード様 | Alucard-sama = 2

師匠 shishou | master = 2

おっさん ossan | old man (informal) = 1

#this was meant to be serious and informative but ended up becoming the found family trio diss list #hellsing #integra hellsing #alucard #seras victoria #i can ramble more in length about these individually but i think this is enough brainrotry on display for one evening

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nottoxicfr · 5 months

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This is, tentatively, Rize.

She is the combination of Nagoryuki (Guilty Gear) and Rachel Alucard (Blazblue). Relating to the concept of a data-Backyard, she has the role of a program meant to ensure the integrity of the physical world through Intervention. However, overuse of Intervention causes cracks in reality, therefore its use is controlled strictly.

This relates to the thematic idea of her character as “the Observer Who Averts Her Eyes." Nago's long meditation after the events of the Crusades combined with Rachel's nature as an Onlooker, cursed not to intervene in events, resulted in Rize's fitfully slumbering nature. Rather than Observe the events of the world, she wishes to sleep until the world has no need of her and is cursed by nightmares of terrible memories and future possibilities. Her story is about finding meaning in Observing individuals, rather than viewing the world as a single disastrous story.

(I'll talk more about her personality and her design below the cut)

I had a really hard time creating her! Honestly, I really didn't want to anything mess up. I feel happy with this art, but I want to draw her more and really get a grip on who she is. She looks really elegant, but I think there's more to her than that!

I mentioned before that fighting game characters are adjective filled, with Nago and Rachel being no exceptions! Rize is more focused on Rachel's style than I originally intended, but I hope parts of Nago still shine through. His older appearance is why I designed her around the age of 20, rather than sticking with Rachel's younger look. I'm not super comfortable with the type of character that is very old, but still looks young!

She's a gothic, lolita-inspired vampire, but I had more of Nagoryuki's "noble" personality in mind when I drew her. I imagine that she would offer advice to the people she meets, but sometimes the advice might be, "Don't wake me up from a nap." She can be a bit thorny, which draws on Rachel's "rose with thorns" tsundere motif to reshape the kindness both vampires possess.

There are parts of her that seem very childish in my mind, like the idea that she can sleep until the world ends or her grumpy reactions to others, but her deeper personality indicates that she's incredibly guilty about the events she witnessed and simply at a loss in what else she can do. It seems most of her childishness comes from a lack of sleep more than anything else. Her eyes are Nago's Blood-Rage mode, which implies she's also pretty hungry.

Originally, she was going to be named Arisu (Alice), with Bloodedge (Baiken x Ragna) being a Cheshire leading her to the source of the plot's problems. If this was a real game, I think that would still be the case as a relationship. However, with a different name, the allusion isn't nearly as prevalent...

Instead, Rize comes from Riza, from E-riza-besu, an homage to Elizabeth Bathory. It's supposed to be from romanji so it calls to mind the idea that it might be a translation she preferred. That’s not how you convert Eliz-a-beth into romanji, but I thought it was an acceptable break from reality for style. That’s the running idea for ArcSys, generally.

Rachel has servants named Nago- which was ironic- and Gii, who frequently take her wrath. Rize's servants are Tama (Ms. Umbrella in the art) and Chester (Mr Plushy next to her). Chester is a stuffed creature in the form of a Jester, meant to put her in a better mood after a nightmare. Tama, as mentioned in another post, is a joke about how you can take the first syllable of Excalibur, Ex, and say it as Eggs (Tamago). It's a really stupid joke, but it indicates that Tama is actually the sword of myth simply transformed and given sentience via old age. I don't think she takes her short temper out on either of them, but if she does then it's probably Chester. Lots of people punch pillows to feel better, so I don't think Chester minds as long as someone fixes him should he be damaged. She also has another servant, but they aren't created yet.

Gameplay wise, she'd be difficult to balance. Every small movement would inch her closer to a true Blood-Rage, which would significantly drain her health. To get around this, the player would have to use Rachel's Wind Drive to maneuver either Rize or her opponent into her range. To offset the difficulty of that, she has quite a lot of power. It might actually end up making her a grappler-type of character. Rize is the kind of character who changes the color palette of an anime when she shows up. Super strong, y'know?

Anyway, this is probably my favorite of the "ArcSys Singularity designs" that I made. I also tried out Slayer and Rachel as a combination, but it wasn't quite as fun. I feel very excited with Rize! I wanna draw her more.

#toxic talks about #guilty gear #Blazblue #Rachel Alucard #nagoryuki #rize

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tonaken · 2 years

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A closer look_ ADRIAN “ALUCARD” ȚEPEȘ

FIA’S NOTE_ I’m back at it again writing longer pieces hehe. This was supposed to be a drabble/thirst, something with MAX 350-500 words, but I got carried away oops. I gave my baby boy what he deserved

CONTENT_ Thinking of Alucard being a bit…pervy <3

WARNINGS_ ALUCARD x fem!reader, no pronouns used but female anatomy mentioned, AU where Alucard is a famous lawyer (random ik) and your neighbour, voyeur!Alucard, dub-con (you are surprised, but you don’t mind him looking at you), male masturbation, Alucard is a sexually repressed man who is a perv for you <3

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Alucard is a man of principle, one that acts with honor and grace. Delicate and poised, his aura is calm, refreshing. Even under the pressure of his job and status, he doesn’t crumble, he maintains his integrity.

The only battles he fights are in the simmering tension of the courtroom, the sword and shield of justice working for him. He struggles with a higher purpose in mind, far above mere victory, nothing short of world improvement.

He’s ambitious, there’s no denying it, and you can tell, especially after you, his neighbour, pointed it out while congratulating him for a recent important win under his belt. It was just a simple interaction and a casual meeting: he had parked in front of his building, you were going back to yours, and you recognized him from the news.

It was hard not to: long, golden locks that flow silkily and amber eyes that hold a warm determination. A soft polite smile when interviewed next to his innocent client, a perfect complexion that appeared like alabaster in the flesh. He was dashing.

He was a bit standoffish when he thanked you, fearing you were some kind of journalist, ready to squeeze him some more after the long day he had. But then you introduced yourself - y/n, he remembers - and he calmed down.

You never talked again after that, too immersed in your respective lives, heads low and buried in work, dragging feet on pavement in the late hours of the night. He always kept an eye on you though, a wandering glance that strayed from his lamp-illuminated cluttered desk. Whether willingly or otherwise he’s not sure.

He knows your routines, the time you get out in the morning, and the three-hour window you should be home by. He knows your weekend rituals and some of your hobbies. He does notice the way the plants on your balcony lose a bit of foliage to then flourish as if nothing happened. Pruning does wonders, it seems.

You’re a decent person, and as high his values and dreams are, he finds your simpler life fascinating. It attracts him, just like you do.

But, a man who knows he doesn’t have time for romance shouldn’t be doing this, he thinks. You seem to be only missing that special person in your life, he barely has time to clean his own house. Your lifestyles are incompatible, he counters; you have fixed work hours, he pulls all-nighters after a day in court. You wouldn’t like him, he argues; you have hanging plants all over your apartment, his body runs exclusively on caffeine.

He gives up even before starting, and as rare as that is for him, he renounces the fight. No, not one against some pesky criminal, or some astute lawyer. It happens to be one against himself, and that makes everything that much more difficult.

Legal quibbles are easy to dodge and unravel, but over the meanders of the heart no laws apply, and oddly enough, it’s within himself that he feels the most lost.

He doesn’t recognize himself when he finds himself fighting his own desires, desires that have become low, unlawful, unrighteous. His eyes drift away from the view before him, but his instincts pull him back again. How shameful of him.

Your curtains are missing, courtesy of spring and the cleaning it brings along with it. Your shadow dances across the windowpane, a stark light showing off a perfect outline. The glass has a frosty finish, and he remembers that it’s your bathroom he’s looking into. A perverted curiosity twists in his belly at all the possible outcomes, but when faced with the view of you undressing, his conscience tries to make an effort to peek through his desire-induced haze.

Your arms raise as you take off your top, but Alucard stays put, tuned in with the show. When you slightly bend over to take off what seem like bottoms, he sees in his mind’s eye the rough fabric that slips off your wonderfully soft skin. He imagines the tender, itchy dents the stitching left behind, and for a second, he would love to kiss them better.

Same goes for the bra he now so clearly sees hanging from your fingers. Your hands trace the patches of skin the straps dug in, and as you focus on massaging the discomfort away, he takes in the silhouette of your chest, nipples sticking out. He licks his lips.

You kneel down again and you're holding another piece of fabric, one with an indistinct shape. But then he notices how thin it looks and he understands. It’s your panties. He wonders how they look on you, what colour they are, and how they contrast with your skin tone. The way the elastic would sink into your flesh, if there is any skin that overflows from the rims, if there’s any fat that spills around your thighs, some he could bite into. His tongue runs over his teeth.

And then, his thoughts wander into much more dangerous territory. He recalls how you’ve just come back from work, twilight running away from the night. He ponders, is there a damp spot in your panties? One he can touch, lick, taste?

He envisions you walking around and adjusting them, maybe for riding too high and disturbing you. He feels hot at the mere thought of the gusset getting trapped in between your pussy lips, rubbing on your clit as you cross your legs during the day.

He’d lap at it to cure the irritation, if you’d let him. Or he could just stretch the material back into its rightful place, and just lick his fingers later. And oh, how good you'd smell. He can only rely on his mind’s imagination to come up with something. A heady, musky scent, but unique to you. He inhales deeply.

Unfortunately for him, you step into the bathtub, too low for him to see through the window. He exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding and a cold sweat takes over him.

Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s disgust, maybe it’s disappointment. It’s twisted, dirty in soul and spirit. It shows in the clench of his tight fist, his palm rough and hot against his skin. It displays in the squeeze of his eyes, blown pupils losing focus. It unfolds in the splatter of his seed, webs of it breaking in between his lithe fingers.

The light of your bathroom is long gone by the time he gets into himself. A few stray droplets fall on the carpet beneath him as his hand dangles from his lap, stained, tarnished from his sin. He stares at his paperwork, half page annotated, whilst the rest sits bare, orderly, stern characters swimming in a sea of white. His mind wanders a bit and as his eyes travel along with it, they reach the other side of the street, once again.

Your bedroom windows sit open, but this time, his stomach doesn’t flip in anticipation, nor do his loins burn in need. You walk in lazily, your hands fumbling with light, airy fabric. You’re wearing a robe, one that wraps around your waist and falls softly on your chest. He admires you while you set your new curtains, arms raising and stretching with a gentle grace he’s learnt to appreciate in the last few months.

He tries to remain unmoved, even when your breast spills from its loose confinement, but then there he goes again. His breath hitches and his pulse quickens.

You’re slow in fixing your wardrobe malfunction, seemingly oblivious to how exposed you are. Your hand reaches for the fold hanging off your shoulder, to then put it back in place, fingers taking their time to take in the softness. Your relaxation seems almost intentional, showy, purposeful. It’s a doubt that settles in his mind, one’s which answer he doesn’t have to toil for, though.

He jumps in his chair when your eyes meet his, and, for a split second, he forgets his desk lamp is on. He launches himself in search of the switch, sheets upon sheets of paper now littering the floor, twirling in the air in an array of scribbled white. He quickly gives up, and in a desperate attempt, pulls the lamp’s plug from its socket. It’s a bit comical how he scurries once he’s caught, and you can’t avoid finding him, at the very least, endearing.

He faces you with his back, hand high on his forehead, deep in thinking. He envisions his tainted reputation and his ruined career; “Tepes the molester”, the newspapers speak clear. His mind races as he hides in the darkness, shame, mortification and anger plaguing his thoughts.

A masochistic pull tells him to witness your disappointment and disillusionment, a self destructive need to see the damage he’s done. Sheepish eyes met yours to then widen in confusion.

There is no scowl on your face, nor a cross expression, or any trace of disdain. It’s with a small smile that he's greeted with and he’s left speechless. With a small nod you have him jumping to his feet, running onto your shared street. He has to thank the heavens that there’s nobody around and that he can reach your floor, safe and sound.

You’re quick to reach the door, cracking it open for him to enter. Your robe stays the same, but the look in your eyes is different. It consumes him, yet gives him life. His chest burns and his head spins: lust overtook him again, and there’s a moment where he regrets it all. But then, you speak, and he doesn’t care, not anymore.

“You came for a closer look, didn’t you?”

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messy-gemini1 · 2 years

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His No Life Queen

Alucard x reader

I'm bored and been back on my hellsing shit :)

In every life he's ever lived, she was there. When he was the count; she was his countess, regal and full of life.

When he turned and slaughtered his army, he thought he had lost her for good. He had assumed she would turn and run for the hills, but she had only cupped his jaw and smiled at him.

"you've soiled your clothing my love" she had spoken to him with full devotion. He realized then that she would be his no life queen, that she would stand by his side throughout time without a second thought.

When he turned her, he hated the whimpering cries as the curse took effect on her body. When she finally awoke. ruby eyes staring into his own. He never fell harder for her, letting her drink from his own nectar.

He made love to her that night, their immortal growls howling through the ruins of their kingdom.

When he was captured by the hellsing organization, he forced her to flee and to never look back. In his dudgeon he slept, his mind was plagued with the thought of her, her beauty, her integrity and her devotion to a godless man such as himself.

When he was freed from his slumber by Sir Integra, he wanted nothing more than to search the globe for his missing queen. It would be years before he found her.

He found her when searching for a rouge vampire, only to find it had been slaughtered by his own queen. The grin never left his face even when she didn't recognize him at first, glowing amber eyes glaring into his form before his scent hit her and her guard was lowered/

He wrapped his arms around her form, spinning her around in the night sky, her laugh filtering the night like a never-ending party.

his hands never left her body, even when introducing her to his master. Intergra was very surprised by the Vampirine. His queen was respectable bowing to the human master and laying her hands out, to be bound to his own master just to be closer to him.

Alucard made love to her once more in the deep dungeon, where their growls and screams could not be heard, and they could let their desires run free.

Even in the darkness she shined like the moonlight, (s/c) skin shining in the candlelight. He worshipped her like a goddess and worshipped the ground she walked on.

When he found and turned Young Seras his queen was jealous at first before becoming like a mother to the young half-ling. Alucard watched as she babied Seras and often berated him for being so harsh on her. Integra enjoying the banter between them.

When she killed, she was like an animal; and Alucard reveled in it. he loved the way her skin smelled of blood and death after a mission or how she would smell his clothes that reeked of gunpowder residue.

When the war on London happened and he was stuck on the boat, he could feel her fury as she slaughtered those who dared attack the hellsing manor.

He regretted allowing her to see him vanish, tears streaming down her face as she begged him to stay, begged him not to leave her once more. He smiled, just as the sun began to rise and case a grey glow to the destruction across the country.

He apologized and pulled her into one last kiss, begging for forgiveness as he faded away, letting her drop to her knees and scream into the empty space, punching the concrete until her knuckles bled.

30 years later; when he returned to his master and mate, he hadn't expected her to forgive him. He watched as she cried once more, hitting his chest with all her might only making him grin.

"Tu conta prost! (You stupid count!)" She screamed at him, even with tears streaming down her cheeks and anger in her eyes she still looked so beautiful and so full of life, even without a heartbeat.

Alucard allowed her to pull him into their shared room in the basement where he worshipped her once again, showing her how sorry he was for the last 30 years and how he would make it up to her, never allowing her to rest until he felt he should be forgiven, even when she begged for him to stop, over stimulation and sobs racking through her form he continued his movements.

He praised her once he was done, their wounds healing on their own as they laid in the makeshift nest she had created, their coffins leaning against the wall just a few feet away.

She forgave him, stroking his hair and pulling him into a kiss. "My bwautiful no life king" she spoke, a small grin appearing on her face as he kissed along her neck, marking her once more.

"My no life queen" he purred, allowing her to pull him into her bosom for rest as morning came, lulling them into slumber

#hellsing #hellsing x reader #Alucard x reader #Hellsing Alucard #hellsing ultimate

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pininghermit · 9 months

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This is a long ask but I got inspired 🌟

(This takes place after symphony of the night, where Alucard met reader fighting in the castle and he chooses to not go back to his eternal rest because s/o's sass stole his heart)

Alucard who treats his butch female darling like a princess, like tying her shoes,kissing the back of her hand, tending to her every need and fetching her coat and what not without ever needing to be asked.

Alucard who finds himself wanting to spend all his time with his s/o, wanting to brush there teeth together, cook together...

Alucard who's fiercely protective, even though his s/o can defend themselves just fine but he can't risk losing her, whether it be in death or someone stealing her away.

Whenever s/o is in a room, People needn't look to hard to find Alucard, her personal guard dog.

People don't understand how s/o can have someone who was so cold and aloof wrapped around her finger, truth be told, she doesn't either. What with how when they first met she had told him off for his attitude,(someone likes a gal who takes no sh*t and could kick his ass (0w0))

Sorry for such a delayed response! I suck I know :( but I hope you enjoy it (if you still linger here)

Ohohoho Alucard being whipped for his OP wife *sips tea in pleasure*

He knows you can kick ass. You could be an MMA fighter but you are his precious soft person and how dare anyone even look weird at you.

Annon you are so right with description that I cannot stop thinking about this. Just the gentleness of his every action *i'm soft*.

He will pull a Hua Cheng and not let you step on bloodied/dirty ground. Princess carry you from the mess that very much originated from your actions.

Perfectly peeled apples, crust less sandwiches to challenging people to duel for your honor, this boi is whipped.

In a life where you have been a strong daughter, a brave sister, an enduring captain of guard, only Alucard sees you devoid of the narratives that people have attached to you.

And in the world that sings songs of your valor, you can't help but be swayed by the Dhampir who sees you his beloved. Just you.

Maybe if it were your family, your mentor, or anyone else you would have steeled your heart and avoided the warmth of comfort but with Adrian...you don't. You allow yourself to mellow under his care. To be spoiled with his actions.

"Here all set," you watch Adrian kneel infront of you. The warmth of knitted wool surrounds your kneecap. "Now you won't feel chill even during the hardiest of patrols," your beloved smiles as his hands readjust your pants.

The chill of forest had never bothered you. Crouching for hours as you tracked targets had been a regular task that you did not think twice before taking on. To everyone including you, it was an integral part of your duty.

But Adrian...he knew you better than yourself. The slight stiffness of your knee had been a fleeting annoyance you got rid off with regular warmups.

Yet, it did not escape his notice. Only when you prepared to leave for another patrol did your beloved lead you to a well loved chaise and gently pulled up your trouser.

"Wha-" you wanted to ask him. Bit could not complete your sentence before he took a knitted warmer and wrapped it around your scarred knee.

The warmth of Adrian's touch enveloped your knee. "I scented it with cloves so it would reduce inflammation in case cold triggers pain." Holding his hands in yours, you lean in resting your forehead on his.

Maybe you did not need looking after. You certainly can do without it but you want it when it comes from Adrian. You treasure it. All your beloved's pampering makes you more than a captain or a legend. "Thank you," you whisper it feels blasphemous to be any louder in the moment.

Your hands cup his face and you memorize him with the sincerity of pious morning prayers. Every moment spent without him would pass on the merit of your memories.

Your lips meet his in a kiss. Gratitude, love, and yearning you pour it all in that one parting kiss.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #asks #hermit yearns #seriously this is projecting #house husband au

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moliathh · 8 months

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Alucard’s name (Dracula) means “son of Dragon” and Integra’s name means “Virtue” (Integral/Integrity) and unicorns are symbol of virtue

#hellsing #alutegra #integra hellsing #alucard hellsing #alucard x integra #sketch #unfinished #wip #i want to do this in art noveau style

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vanerchest · 1 year

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MINI HELLSING COMIC ! :>

My FIRST FINISHED comic and I really hope you're like it :'> best thanks - repost~

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #alucard hellsing #integra #sir integra #integral #seras #alucard x integra #seras victoria #illustration #artwork #digital #digital art #art #fan art #rule 63 #vanerchest #vampire

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gogoosecross · 28 days

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#hellsing #alucard #alucard hellsing #seras hellsing #seras victoria #sir integra #integra #integra hellsing #walter c dornez #hellsing walter

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mrsmneme · 5 months

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My Art Summary 2023

2023 will end soon. I faced a huge change throughout the year such as promotion, relocation, tougher schedule, etc. I was too busy to make arts, but I'm so glad that I made enough to create an art summary. Because my arts weren't finished in monthly basis, so I don't add names of months again. Thank you for all impressions and participations for my work. I'll keep practicing. 🥰❤️

The first one was the 2023 celebrating piece. I made the chocobros playing multiplayer game, the same composition as Comrade's advertisement, but they are older, in alternate ending appearances.

The second one was a happy birthday Ignis piece. I drew his much older self, as we had seen him greeting King Noctis in alternate ending end credit. Thanks @gakusa2 in x for the gorgeous reference.

The third one was a happy birthday Ardyn piece. I drew his chancellor outfit with his famous grin.

The fourth one was a comic I made in an Ignoct gift exchange 2023 campaign. I drew more realistic brotherhood Ignis for the first time.

See full work here.

The fifth one was a finished sketch, but I will color it later. The piece was a Gladio/Ignis romantic moment. I got my inspiration from my Gladnis mutuals and made such ship related piece for the first time.

The sixth one was one of [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit] series, I drew Noctis in Integral Hellsing's outfit first.

The seventh one was a part of [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit] too. I drew Gladiolus in Alucard's outfit.

The eighth one was still part of [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit]. I drew Ignis in Walter C. Dornez's outfit.

The ninth one was made for Ignis fashionweek 2023 campaign. It was first created in 2022 but I couldn't finish it, so I retried in 2023. The outfit was [shirtless under a suit].

The tenth piece was a happy 7th anniversary of FFXV piece. I drew 7 characters in top 100 Final Fantasy Big Vote.

The eleventh piece was made for Christmas-themed FFcolorwheel in x.

And the twelfth piece was the last one in [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit] when I drew Prompto in Seras Victoria's outfit.

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