Hellsing: Dreams Part 1Pain. That was all Alucard could feel as he lay there on the table, his crimson eyes glazed and dull. In his body were a multitude of blades, but the one that stuck out was the long one that had impaled his heart. He could feel himself slowly dieing, actually feel his own blood seeping out of his body.Hellsing: Dreams Part 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This is your defeat, Count," A voice whispered, and the vampire strained to look up and focus at the face. Yet, he could not get a clear view, no matter how hard he tried. "This is no nightmare."
He tried to snarl back, tried to defend himself, but only blood seeped out of the corners of his mouth. Footsteps came toward him and stopped in front of him. Again, he tried to focus and came up empty handed. But as he listened, the voice suddenly started going from masculine...to feminine.
"Your dominion are no more. Your power is no more," It said before it became horrifyingly familiar. "..The Police Girl is dead."
Instantly, he was able to focus and stared, wi
Hellsing: Matchmaker 3It took a good ten minutes to calm Harley and Alucard down enough to separate them. Because after Harley hit the ground and screamed for help, she promptly latched herself to the vampire's leg, refusing to let go and threatening to bite him. This didn't quite have a very positive reaction since he proceeded to shake his leg and make the teenager dizzy. But after Integra shot Alucard's hat off, both of them quieted down, though they kept shooting the other very dirty looks.Hellsing: Matchmaker 39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've never seen Master act like that... Seras thought as the group walked inside. She had the misfortune of walking between the two quarreling persons, and she wasn't exactly enjoying it. She sighed heavily and her shoulders slumped.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Harley asked, deciding the ignore Alucard for now. The teen cringed a little. "I'm sorry; it was because of the yelling, wasn't it?" Gosh, I got to remember that the big bully ain't the-"
"INTEGRA, ALUCARD HIT ME AGAIN!"
"I DID NOT!"
Hellsing: Matchmaker 5After a lot of struggling and some intervention from Walter, Alucard and Harley managed to be separated. The vampire was alright except for being pissed off, while Harley had yet another splitting headache and more bumps on her head and a scraped up elbow. She was sulking in the kitchen while Walter applied some disinfectant to the cut.Hellsing: Matchmaker 58 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It wasn't very smart to go and wake Alucard up like that," the butler was explaining while she stayed silent and still, glaring a hole into the fridge. "You know how he is...He's going to have to get used to you again. You should probably leave him alone for a while...You're already bruised up."
"Tch. I'll live," She muttered, looking at the ceiling. "...He's such a pus-" Walter clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the word.
"Harley...I suggest you refrain from calling Alucard any vulgar names, no matter how much he deserves it, at least until tomorrow," He warned, putting a Band-Aid on her elbow. "The next time you two bump heads, we
black butler fanfiction part 2Yuki followed the butler dressed in black into the mansion, they headed into the room, which appeared to be a study. There was a desk, next to a large window, where an adorable, yet clearly tsundere shota sat. "What is it, Sebastian?" He asked, not seeing the shy Neko standing behind him. "Bocchan, There is a girl here, she wants to become a maid." The butler said.black butler fanfiction part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Sebastian, we already have a maid--" The shota stopped as the girl walked into view, she was the epitome of neko beauty. "....Is this her?" He asked, blinking. Feeling a light blush creep onto his pale cheeks. "Yes, Bocchan. Her name is Yuki."
Yuki quickly bowed her head. "--Y-Yes! I'm Yuki! It's a pleasure to meet you, mister Phantomhive!" Ciel sighed, waving a hand in the air. "Sebastian, go see if she's good enough to be a maid at the Phantomhive manor." The boy said.
Sebastian placed a hand on his chest and bowed. "Of course, Bocchan."
X - X -
Golden Blood -- Ch. 1Chapter One - SyraGolden Blood -- Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a time when dragons ruled the earth. But that time is past.
I often asked myself how this came to be. How we, the rulers of the sky, the magic-shapers and fire-breathers, could have descended so low in what seems like such little time. I wasn't alive for much of the dragons' rule. It ended when I was only five cycles old. And yet I still missed it, I missed it with every inch of me that hated the humans, and loved magic.
Well, I supposed there was nothing for it.
Our land-- if we truly had the right to call it our land any longer-- was a beautiful place. I marvelled at its beauty everywhere I went; at the black mountains frosted with glittering snow, at the shivering reflections of sunlight on the lakes. Every journey held a new discovery, and a new beauty that could take my breath away. The life of a nomad was suited to me, that I could find beauty in the simplest of things, and endure some discomfort for it. My brother, however
Well, he's a d
Dark Creation (PitchXReader) Part II“To being seen?”Dark Creation (PitchXReader) Part II2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stared at Jack excitedly, the mist of your breath clouding up in the cold air. He laughed good-naturedly and said, “Well… you don’t have to be a Guardian to be seen, (Name). You know that.”
“Y-Yeah… I… I guess… b-but still! If I become a Guardian, then kids will haveto believe in me!” You stood up from the snow bank in which you had been seated beside Jack, right outside the borders of your forest, and did a small twirl of delight. “R-Right? I mean, everyone believes in Father Christmas! Everyone knows who the Tooth Fairy is! And… and Jack Frost! Everyone knows Jack Frost, too!”
Shaking his head with a slight grin on his face, Jack gazed bemusedly at you. “No, (Name). It might seem strange, but no one knew me a few years ago. It was all due to a bit of work and… erm, fun, I guess, that afterwards that someone was finally able to see me.”
Hellsing: Dreams Part 2For a moment, Seras couldn't answer. Her mind went blank, her jaw slacked very slightly, and she could not look away from his intense and pained gaze. His words started to sink in, and then she looked at him, really looked at him, as if for the first time. Instead of teasing and cruelty, violence and bloodlust, his eyes just held a sorrow that cut her to the core, a wound that had never been healed properly. She wanted to suddenly embrace him, hold him, and make that look go away.Hellsing: Dreams Part 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This wasn't the Master she knew.
Alucard only looked away when Seras' crimson eyes started to soften, a gently smile gracing her lips. She walked over and sat down on her knees, trying to catch his eyes again. "...So even Master has his days," She whispered, and received no reply. She didn't expect one, and just kept smiling. Instead, she rested her head against his knee, sighing softly. The sudden contact would have normally infuriated Alucard. He didn't like being touched at all very much, and his fl
Hellsing: Matchmaker 4"NO."Hellsing: Matchmaker 48 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Let me just!"
"NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS."
Harley glared at the woman in front of her, defiance blazing in her bright blue eyes which was met with the stony look in the darker ones in front of her. She crossed her arms and sulked. "Can I just say what I got to say?" She snapped, a little upset.
"You already did," Integra snapped back. "And the answer is NO." A few minutes ago, Harley had come running in, looking ecstatic though she had a large bump on her head. This was what Integra blamed for the idea that the teenager presented her with. There couldn't be another explanation for it. The blonde couldn't stand seeing Harley distraught, but there didn't seem to be any way around out.
"There is absolutely no way that we are going to have a Valentine's Day party-"
"-Ball," The teen instantly corrected, earning another glare.
"Whatever. It doesn't matter-"
"And why is that?"
"'Cause ANYONE can throw a party, but a select fe
Pitch x Reader - Come My Child [RotG]I had that feeling.Pitch x Reader - Come My Child [RotG]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The cold chills and the frosted breaths.
I shivered, and held a peg of unsteadiness.
He waited there, in the darkest of shadows.
Waited for me.
I stood at the center of the park, wearing a thin tank top and some baggy night pants. The voice led me there, telling me I was needed. For what, though? I tried to go back to sleep, but my body reacted on it's own, muscles stretching and limbs gliding onto the floorboards. I walked, from my home to the park. Six streets I passed, and no one seemed to notice me. Not even when I paused in front of a cafe' to take a look inside. No one looked at me. Almost like I was invisible.
The whispers and coos nipped at my earlobe, turning me to face the far side where the swings set all by their lonesome until tomorrow. I took one timid step.
And then another.
Soon, I was standing before my favorite swing since childhood. It stared at me with curiosity, obviously wondering what brought me back. I couldn't answer back, for
Golden Blood -- Ch. 2Chapter Two - SyraGolden Blood -- Ch. 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dragon thieves were a notorious bunch. They rarely hunted for themselves and instead stole the kills of other dragons. Any territory they fancied they would take, driving out anyone that was too weak to resist. They were especially fond of stealing any human-things that dragons were carrying around-- admittedly, all dragons had a weakness for glittery metals and stones, but in thieves this characteristic was especially prominent. It was said that successful thieves would create hordes of stolen knickknacks, guarding them with their lives.
These thieves looked no different. They were obviously southern dragons, as shown by their dark scales and leathery wings, and several of them had sparkling bits of metal fastened to their bodies. The one with the most jewellery stepped forward, eye to eye with Relan. He was not a particularly tall dragon, more stocky than anything, with navy blue scales and yellow eyes that glimmered underneath a golden headdress.
Hellsing: Matchmaker 2An hour later, Alucard and Walter had managed to "Harley" proof the mansion. This meant that anything that was flammable and/or could cause fire/explosions was put out of her reach. ((And this was actually quite easy, but more on that later...)) So now, Walter and Integra were waiting outside for her while Alucard went back down to the basement to retrieve his depressed, less-than-willing-to-move fledgling. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the task. Oh, he could make Seras move easily enough; It was the commentary that came with it. Seras was usually very sweet, but definitely not when she was like this.Hellsing: Matchmaker 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One more thing to have to deal with, He thought, sulking as he trotted down the stairs, in no rush to complete this task. As if that demented teen wasn't enough...Stupid kid... He walked down the hallway, stopping at the Police Girl's door. Police Girl.
What? Came the reply, sounding more depressed than annoyed. No Master, he noticed, and he felt a prick of annoyance. Wit
Hellsing: Matchmaker Chapter 1Seras was depressed. Seriously depressed. And she had no idea why. She couldn't eat, though that was a rare occurrence in itself, she couldn't sleep, she hadn't left her room in almost three days, and she just felt bad. She was curled up in a ball on her coffin bed, trying to sleep and failing as usual. There was a knock on the door, but she didn't move. "Come in," She said in a monotone, sighing slightly.Hellsing: Matchmaker Chapter 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Police Girl," She heard Alucard say as he walked up to her. "It's been three days. What's wrong with you?"
She didn't answer, keeping her back to him. The elder vampire's normal smirk was instead a frown, a slight note of concern in his voice. He waited a moment before crossing her arms. "...I'd like to hear an explanation, Police Girl. You haven't acted like this in a long time...Drinking your blood has always been a problem...But now you're neglecting your need to sleep? Even I have to sleep."
"I don't want the blood," She said, curling up tighter. "And I don't want to slee
Hellsing: Laundry 5Alucard yawned as he walked down the stairs leading to the basement. It'd been an extremely long night; the usual shoot-everything-until-it-dies mission. And while it was extremely fun killing things, it got very boring very quickly. All the vampire looked forward to now was sipping on his blood pack and going to sleep.Hellsing: Laundry 59 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Little did he know that sleep would not come easily for him, oh no! Little did he know that deep within the bowels of the basement lurked an enemy more terrifying than any he had ever known! Little did he know of the horrors that awaited him! Little did he know the horror of cable television!
Our victim- I mean, Alucard, walked to his room, not even bothering to open the door, sighing with relief when he saw his blood chilling in a bucket. He strolled over to it, eagerly taking a sip, when he noticed something strange. His coffin was glowing a weird blue color. It glowing red was normal, but blue? Something was up with that.
Narrowing his crimson eyes, he walked up to i
Hellsing: Laundry 4After bribing, the installing of a parental block, the allowance of a rampage in London, and even a visit to a very bewildered Catholic priest, Alucard wasn't scared of his computer anymore.Hellsing: Laundry 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, he still couldn't look Walter in the eye, but that was another thing entirely.
This event, though, didn't mean that his punishment still wasn't in effect. Alucard still couldn't leave his room, but now he felt safer with the parental block installed on his computer. Plus, he was starting to get the hang of the machine; it had only been a matter of time before it bended to his will.
He was just suffering random sites that he didn't exactly understand when all of a sudden, another window popped up. Alucard blinked, clicking on it. In big, bold letters, it read: "SHOOT THE ALIEN AND WIN A PRIZE!"
"..A prize?" He said aloud, curious. Walter hadn't told him that the computer would give him prizes! And that he could shoot things! Eagerly, he pulled out his Jackal and was about to shoot
Carving Skulls and StuffCarving Skulls and Stuff7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
CARVING SKULLS & STUFF (11-FEB-08)
This is intended as a continuing project. I'll be adding to it, and editing it for greater clarity, in response to your comments and questions. So if something is left out, or not clear, please let me know. Eventually, this may turn into a proper tutorial, but I'm starting out small, so that people who are asking questions don't have to wait until that possibly distant time. And so people can tell me what they actually need to know.
Goggles -- I don't carve unless I'm wearing some sort of eye protection, usually magnifying goggles (because I'm getting old and can't focus up close anymore), but sometimes non-magnifying ones. Chunks of stuff can fly about, and you don't want them in your eyes.
Respirator or dust mask -- Dust is not good for your lungs, and power carving can produce lots of dust. The dust of bone, antler, and shell is very bad; it can _permanently_ clog parts of your lungs. Many stone and
Hellsing: Laundry 2It is said that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.Hellsing: Laundry 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And for Seras Victoria, this was all too true.
Why do these things happen to me? She asked herself, sighing miserably and laying her head on the kitchen counter. It hadn't even been a week since the washing machine incident, and Alucard was already up to his tricks again.
Apparently, getting hit repeatedly on the head with a silver ashtray by a furious Integra wasn't enough to teach him a lesson.
Apparently, being forced to go with Walter as he went washing machine shopping wasn't enough punishment.
Apparently, Alucard was either extremely curious or extremely stupid.
Seras narrowed her eyes slightly at the elder vampire in front of her, who was hunched over the microwave. He was looking at it very hard and would occasionally scratch his neck.
How do I get myself into these messes? She asked herself, now banging her head once against the counter. Alucard glared at her over his shoulder. She chose to ignore him.
Pokemon The Call of CharonPokemon The Call of Charon4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Okay, so this happened to me almost a week ago or so, give or take. I was on the bus on my way to school, playing my Soul Silver on my DS, when the bus lurched a little at a stop. This wasn't unusual, a lot of the city buses were in disrepair and their engines stalling was common. I only sighed in annoyance at this-until something slid from the back of the bus after its sudden stop, the object coming to a halt by my seat.
It appeared to be an abandoned Pokewalker, to my surprise. I bent down and picked it up to have a closer look, distracting myself with it while the bus driver tried valiantly to restart the engines, all other passengers around me groaning impatiently. Upon closer inspection though, I frowned that the little Pokewalker was fairly scuffed and dirty, but worst yet was the screen on the thing.
The clear plastic covering had been scratched badly, looking as if someone had done it on purpose with keys or something to the point that it would be otherwise near impossible to t
Starry NightBrush strokes caress the pageStarry Night2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whispering soothing words to her.
Our young artist looks up to the sky
As he translates it to the paper.
The stars swirl and dance for him
And the buildings sway with them.
The twinkling of the stars descend
Precious words to him.
The wind blows strong upon the hill,
Dancing with the trees.
The artist records all that he hears
Along with what he sees.
He looks at it, his masterpiece,
Keeps it against his will
The stars are confident in him
And the night will not be still.
At the time his art is seen as trash,
But the night can see beyond.
One day his paintings will be known.
Of him, art will be fond.
Hellsing: Laundry 1"Master?" Seras said in a tiny voice, looking at the looming figure in front of her. "Do you think this is such a good idea?"Hellsing: Laundry 19 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"And why wouldn't it be?" Alucard replied, taking off his trench coat and hat, throwing them into a nearby chair. His fledgling blinked and blushed, turning her back to him.
"What?" He asked, smirking. He was starting to take off his shirt, Seras very opposed to this idea. "Isn't this how you do it?"
"You have to leave some clothes on!" She snapped, trying to control her blush. She knew this wasn't a good idea, but Alucard had insisted that they had to do it.
Therefore, Seras had no choice.
They were going to do their laundry.
She didn't know. She was just sitting in her room when Alucard came in and said that he wanted to use "that weird machine that makes all the thumping noises." After five minutes, she finally figured out that he was talking about the washing machine. His excuse was that he was tired of Integra telling him he smelled like gunp
A herobrineing CreepypastaA herobrineing Creepypasta1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Herobrineing Creepypasta
Story by; DI/Herobrineing
Edited by; CircusTalia [on tumblr]
Hello. This has been something that I had written about sometime last year. I decided to finally tell everyone about what had happened to me and why I have been frightened to go back to my old maps I was working on.
I'm called Ink, but you can call me Deltaface, or Deltaink, and I'm 20 years old. I own a Minecraft account called Inktaileddragon. I really didn't like that username after a few weeks of playing it and Mojag still didn't update Minecraft to enable you to change your username yet, so I had to grin and bear it, even though my patience was getting rather thin...
Anyway, I sometimes swap between Minecraft and drawing, I mostly draw Minecraft related things for my blogs on Tumblr. But one blog I've recently gotten popular on, which was called Herobrining. It's a blog about herobrine and how I see him. Most recently, I've reached up to about 410 followers, and it has not even
A WishI met me today, dancingA Wish4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
across the lawn with
creased in her palms.
seems like she
be an interesting
In Between RealityIn Between Reality4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was an explosion. Panic. Blood. Death. Orders. Shooting. Pain. Capture. Torture. Torture. Torture TORTURE!
Alfred's eyes shot open. Breathing ragged and muscles stiff.
What was he doing?
He was in bed in that cheap apartment he could barely afford so why did something feel so out of place?
Finally his brain registered his position. The blonde was propped on his elbow while his right was outstretched with a gun in his hand. His trigger finger itching to pull back to an enemy that wasn't there
That's right he wasn't there anymore that dreadful place.
With a shaky breath he lowered his gun only to find himself cradling it against his chest.
"I'm fine. I'm back in the U.S. In my good ol' hometown called New York. I'm fine. I'm fine." he told himself.
Finally relaxing, Alfred ran his hand through his hair to push back the stray locks that clung to his sweaty face.
"What a night." he sighed "Hey what time is it anyway?"
Looking over to the nightstand n
I am depressed.I am sad. Crying. Bored. Alone. Empty.I am depressed.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am guilty. Scared. Angry.
I am tired. Restless. Jittery.
I am nervous. Disorganized. Self-consious.
I can't think. See. Move.
I am in a fog.
I feel ugly.
I am dying inside.
I am depressed.
With YouIf I were toWith You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into solitary abyss
would I shatter
into fragments so sharp?
that has been pushed
If my mind were to
would I be any
than the beasts
that haunt me?
If my heart were to
s t r e t c h
Further than life
could I make a wish
to make pretty people
If I were to
my eyes for more than
It's better than living