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"Stalemate" ( Castlevania Crossover )
@ebonysimagines
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Started : 2024/01/10 Last Updated : 2024/09/20
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"You- you're just the Hellsing family's DOG!!!"
"If I'm a dog... Then you must be dog food..."
TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD: EYES
It’s Halloween night and you come across Alucard at the bar. You don’t take him seriously when he says he’s a vampire because everyone dresses up as a vampire for Halloween. That was your biggest mistake.
CW: violence, biting, blood, death.
This is also my first time writing. Bear with me here.
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It was Halloween and there was no better way to celebrate than by getting plastered at your local bar. You decided to wear a vampire costume this year. You were usually very creative with your outfits, but you were feeling a bit lazy this year.
You stumbled your way to the bar, the alcohol already clouding your mind. You spot a man sitting at the bar. He had broad shoulders and long black hair. His aura should be intimidating to anyone, but not to you. Maybe you were too drunk to notice his glowing eyes as you took a seat next to him.
“What are you supposed to be?” You ask while flagging down the bartender for another drink.
He looks you up and down taking in your painfully obvious vampire outfit. He finds it amusing how you’ve found yourself in the presence of a true vampire who could snap your neck like a twig without second thought.
“Why I’m a vampire of course. The best one around.” His voice comes out like velvet.
You take a minute to examine him. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that had chains and buckles attached to it along with a pair of black leather pants. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in a gimp costume.
“Did you choose a vampire from a movie? I’m going as one of Dracula’s wives!” You state proudly.
“Oh no, young lady I’m an original vampire. Not one of those ones you see in media,” he offers a menacing smile.
You don’t pick up on his menacing aura. You were far too drunk to notice the situation you were in. You naively show off your plastic fangs to him.
“I finally got these to stay on! One fell off in my drink earlier,” you raise your cup for emphasis, “had to fish it out and put it back on.”
“Fangs really set the whole outfit together don’t they? But…” he leans in close to you until your noses are touching and the smell of a cigar on his breath fans your face, “these aren’t fake.”
Now up close you can see his eyes are a deep crimson shade and seem to be giving off a faint glow. You were amazed by his dedication to the outfit realizing you forgot contacts of your own.
“I think you’ll find my fangs are far more durable than yours,” he traces his finger over the pulse in your neck.
His touch was like ice and sent shivers straight down your spine. The look in his eyes should’ve been enough to make you run, but you didn’t. Whether it be you were drunk or too stupid to sense the danger you were in.
“May I touch them?” You innocently ask as you wonder how he got them to stay on all night.
His eyes darken at your request, “why of course, little one,”
You don’t notice the way the glow in his eyes seems to intensify. You’re only focused on his fangs and how sharp they are. Much sharper than your store bought ones.
You slowly raise your arm to his fang and run the pad of your finger across it. He waited until seemed content with touching his fang before he bit your finger hard enough to draw blood.
You let out a shocked gasp and yank your finger away. You see your blood coating his razor sharp teeth. The action had caused you to sober up a significant amount.
“What the hell?” You angrily ask.
He turns to you with a feigned innocence plastered on his face, “I’m sorry doll. Did I bite too hard?” He licked the blood off his teeth.
Your blood ran cold. Something about his tone made every nerve in your body scream at you to run. You gathered your purse and slammed some money on the counter.
“Uh, nice meeting you. I think I’ve had my fun here,” you stammer over your words quickly putting distance between the two of you.
“That’s a shame. I haven’t had my fill yet,”
His words paralyzed you on the spot. You knew you had to get out. And you needed to get out now. You push past the sea of bodies crowding around the bar. You quickly lost sight of him and began looking for the exit. Once in your sight, you wrapped your sweaty hand around the cool metal bar and pushed.
The cool night air surrounded you and offered you relief from the panic you were feeling. You looked around and found that you took the alley exit, much to your dismay. Your car was around the building. As you begin to make your way to the safety of your car, you hear crunching gravel behind you. You whip around to see no one there.
“Fuck I’m being paranoid,” you think to yourself.
Then you hear it again, this time to your right. You spin around to see the man from inside the bar. Your eyes widen in terror. His menacing aura was felt by you. It was so strong your knees began to shake.
He didn’t give you time to speak before he began, “you know what I find interesting about the human body?” He begins circling you.
“There’s so many efficient ways to drain them of blood. My favorite though,” he stops right behind you, his breath tickling your neck, “is the throat.”
You shiver as his breath fans your sensitive neck. He presses his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to gain full access to your bare throat.
“Please stop,” your voice comes out as a whisper.
“But we’ve just begun, little one.”
He lowers his mouth to your neck. Your panic begins to set in at full force. You pull yourself away from him and begin to run ignoring the pain your heels were causing your feet. Within a blink of an eye he lunged at you sending you crashing into the cold gravel beneath you.
He grabs both of your arms to effortlessly pin them above your head as he straddles you, “this won’t hurt,” he lets out a deep laugh that rumbles within his chest, “try not to scream.”
Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large hand covers your mouth leaving just his other hand to pin down both of yours. He can’t help but think of how pathetic you look under him. You looked absolutely terrified with tears brimming in your eyes. He wanted to see you cry. It was a sight he found most beautiful.
“Go on. Cry for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to spare you,” he removed his hand from your mouth to see what you’d do.
You immediately try to call for help. He’s quick to silence you again, more forcefully this time. His hand engulfs the whole lower part of your face reminding you of just how small you are in comparison to him.
He watches the tears that fall from your eyes. He’s delighted to see such a beautiful little thing cry tears for him. He leans his face close to yours before darting his tongue out to lick your salty tears. He lets out a satisfied hum.
“Be a good girl and don’t make this too messy,”
His fangs graze the soft skin of your neck and you whimper. It was music to his ears. He gave a gentle nibble to see what other sounds he could pull from your mouth. He wasn’t disappointed when another whimper graced his ears.
Your blood was pumping so quickly now. He couldn’t contain himself. He sunk his teeth into your neck eagerly lapping up the sweet blood your veins offered him.
You clenched your fists in pain and tried to bite your lip, but his hold on your face made it hard to do much else, so you were left with letting out grunts of pain and muffled cries.
“Yes that’s it. Sing for me,” he had a crazed look now.
Your blood dripped from his mouth down his chin. He was quick to lick the blood from his chin, not wanting to waste any of your sweet gift.
He let go of your mouth. He wanted to hear all the sounds you were going to make for him as he feasted on your blood.
He ignored your pleas as he bit into your skin again. He had no intention of stopping this time. He greedily drank from you while your cries pierced the night.
You really were the best meal of his life.
love love love this someone write a fic
- Calls every technological appliance with a screen a "pad" because Seras showed him an IPad first.
- He was shocked to know he has so much stuff written about him, and absolutely delighted about it.
- Enraptured by the idea of a grocery store. Doesn't understand why there's hungry people when there's so much food available. (No he doesn't know what a "Marx" is)
- Got a bit scared about headphones at first, denied it entirely. Prefers to listen to music on full speaker, much to Integra's frustration.
- Cries watching movies. Tries to play it off.
- Broke a phone because he wanted to understand how it worked. Got in trouble.
- Doesn't understand how a car works for the life of him. Likes the idea though, even if he misses his horse.
- Has to be physically dragged out of libraries, (all kinds of) stores and jewelry shops.
- Whenever they visit a city he insists on visiting the local church. Opinions vary, and Seras and Integra find him a bit snobbish.
- Finds modern clothes a bit boring, really wants a cape again.
- Once saw someone being unruly in the street and confronted them, leading to a physical fight. (He won, but also got in trouble again for breaking 8 bones in their body)
- Looks forward to movie night each week. Really into historical dramas/war movies and, surprisingly, animated films.
- "Seras what's a DILF"
I felt the need to make this, it also makes me laugh so hard this is my "Anime characters in Red" alignment chart
I also am aware that I'm revealing what era of anime I was around for which for some reason feels more intimate than me just telling you all my secrets
when the 2 demons on your shoulders agree they are both saying "you should kill "that guy"
just some fast and loose hellsing fanart cos i haven't done any art in a few days, i tried doing them in my style but they just lost there identity a bit to much so i stuck close to my references with this
vincent alucard is kinda rad tho
this is biased af, for reference:
I am biased though, Hellsing is my fav
whos ur favorite Alucard?
(My first fic on this account, something short and sweet I didn't have time to post before halloween ;-;. If y'all want more, just ask)
Premise: Alucard+OC banter
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The library was by far the quietest place in the whole manor, nobody came around here except when scrambling for extra research material they couldn't just find on the internet. This was quite rare nowadays, aside from old manuscripts or books with singular copies that were miraculously preserved in this place. It was peaceful, the only sounds being the turning pages and the soft crackling of the fireplace.
After long days of looking into rather morbid or occult subjects, I liked to hide away in there, on the couch by the fireplace, reading whatever book caught my eye. Sometimes the books would bore me to sleep, other times I'd be so absorbed that I'd read until the book was over. A small slice of home to me.
There was only ever a slight hiccup, a certain annoyingly curious eldritch man. He visited when he came to inform me of someone else requesting my presence, or just to spout some asinine nonsense about immortality. I respected him in concept, but frankly, I could do without his presence.
So there I was, reading through a book all about oceanic life in the depths of the deepest trenches, while the outside world was only illuminated by the full moon. The only thing to interrupt that comfortable silence was the library door creaking open and a looming presence approaching.
"Why exactly have you come to pester my relaxation today, Alu?" I could practically hear his smirk as he approached without even glancing back at him.
"Miss Alice, do you know what day of the year it is? I think this should be the one day you don't coop yourself up in here." I glanced back at him, raising a tentative eyebrow.
"Its October 31st…surely you don't celebrate halloween" he merely chuckled at my statement.
"I quite like walking through the streets, barely worth a glance to celebrating youths" I could only scoff at him.
"Of course, everyone knows you always look like a halloween horror monster." He stepped closer to me, sitting himself down on the other end of the couch.
"I'll take that as a compliment, coming from someone like you."
"Whats that supposed to mean?" I said as I set into a glare in his direction.
"Means what ever you want it to mean, Little Miss."
"Don't call me that."
"Right Right, I'll try my hardest to refrain" he waved his hand in the air as he spoke "hows that new book?"
"Pretty boring and technical…I likely won't finish it."
"Oh well, Seras insisted on pumpkins for carving, if you want to take out some frustration on a helpless gourd."
I set my book down and stood "sure, i'll disembowel a pumpkin."
He stood as well, and I followed him out of the library and down the hall to the kitchen, where Seras was already eagerly dumping out the guts of a pumpkin into a bowl.
I barely spoke to him as i carefully removed the top of my own pumpkin, and dug out every bit of guts within.
"What kind of carving are you planning on?" Seras asked inquisitively, ever the chipper one of us.
"Just some 'spooky' stuff, bats, a cat, a moon…nothing particularly difficult"
I looked over at alucards pumpkin, watching him stab a face into its front without removing a single bit of the insides, orange guts spilling out of its 'mouth' on to the table.
"I don't think that's how it's supposed to be done…" was all I could muster while staring at the sight.
"Doesn't it look far more interesting?"
"Yeah, its about as interesting as a crime scene" that made both vampires in the room give a small snicker.
"Yes, that seems to be true" was all he said, before we continued our tasks without another word.
Eventually, we all had completed our masterpieces, taking them out to sit on the front porch. Seras, a relatively standard spooky pumpkin, smiling with a row of roundish fangs. Mine, a scene straight out of a classic halloween poster, with bats flying over a forest with a single cat at center stage. Then there was Alucards, a pumpkin with a twisted sharp fanged smile, its guts still spilling out of the cuts, and a noticeable gun carving on the side.
I stared at his creation "its…missing something" I looked up at him, snapping my fingers in realization.
"Need something li-" i swiped his hat, plopping it down on the pumpkin.
"There, now it's perfect." He let out an amused chuckle, ruffling my hair with his hand.
"I'll let it go, just this once." With how his voice darkened a bit, I could assume he wasn't kidding.
I looked up at him, flashing a smile and a scoff, with no apology in sight.
"Well, I’ll be going on my walk now…do you want to accompany me Miss?"
I glanced back, Seras seemingly already left to relay tonight's humorous events to Sir Intega.
"Fine, more interesting than deep sea fish."
With that, we set off into that lively dark night, as I rushed to follow his longer strides.
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That reminds me: Too bad he is basically dead for thirty years. Imagine if he only left for twenty, so he'd be back in 2020, absolute hell of a time
we need to talk about more, as a community, how fucking weird it is to see alucard using a cellphone
let's be real here, alucard is the type to still use a flipphone in modern day cause he can't be bothered to update more than once a decade or two.
we need to talk about more, as a community, how fucking weird it is to see alucard using a cellphone
Late reply, but Thanks so much bish and neukgol
An amazing birthday commission for my girlfriend @shadowknightskye by the excellent @neukgol ! This was a bit of a collaborative effort, as I designed the background, and added the characters neuk drew to it! Very glad to say she loved it! Happy birthday!
Thank you!
gift art commission for Bishop, thank you so much!
This was me, hi @tallvampiresinhats
I decided to draw some alucard kids and wanted to show you! Lucia and my Alice. I hope you like it. (Not coincidentally, I am the Anon who said black hair makes a character look like alucards kid, lol)
OH I LOVE THIS….. THANK YOU …..
If I may, add this higher res pic of anime police girl Seras I’ve always thought the militarized SWAT look was really awesome.
seras in her cop uniform reminds me of that police dog puppy who’s vest is too big for him
An amazing birthday commission for my girlfriend @shadowknightskye by the excellent @neukgol ! This was a bit of a collaborative effort, as I designed the background, and added the characters neuk drew to it! Very glad to say she loved it! Happy birthday!
Nice job cutie!
I decided to draw some alucard kids and wanted to show you! Lucia and my Alice. I hope you like it. (Not coincidentally, I am the Anon who said black hair makes a character look like alucards kid, lol)
OH I LOVE THIS….. THANK YOU …..