I love drawing scary and disturbing artwork. I also love to cross ship my foul intersex OC. OCCASIONAL FANFICTION AND HEADCANONS Fandoms: Hellsing, RE, IDV MINORS, FASCISTS, AI glazers DNI
I snuck in Ramon on the packaging of a portable sukiyaki dan yakiniku pan with magnetic tongs and bowls for a college assignment. I changed his outfit and gave him makeup, nobody's gonna know.
I gave Herr Gröschel his coat and helmet back with a few modifications and made him taller. His boots now have steel soles like Louis-José's and high heels. He's so beautiful, it's like Hunk and Nemesis had a baby.
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Note: The Victor Gideon x reader fanfic will be continued when i am feeling silly again to ensure the same quality
Height and species: 150 cm,o̶i̶l̶ r̶i̶g̶ s̶i̶r̶e̶n̶
Likes: Sweets, alcohol, pretty and expensive things
Dislikes: Victor, bad smells, low quality goods
Background:
Louis-José committed unspeakable atrocities towards nazi wives and children during the war and is considered Germany's best bioweapon producer despite lacking a medical licence. There are 6 known bioweapons in total and they are unable to be mass produced, 1 was moved to a penthouse somewhere in the United States a few years before the Racoon City incident.
Victor first encountered her at a snuff film convention in Florida, then the BDSM convention, and eventually the thrift store where they accused eachother of stalking.
A close childhood friend of Louis-José introduced her to Zeno for bioweapon samples. She got along with Victor eventually but she secretly despises him for having a larger ween. Despite her hatred, she sleeps next to him and refuses to book a hotel or stay in another room.
Victor finds her unique and he often gives her chocolates, cakes, or pastries received in events. Sometimes, he'll buy her whatever's trending at random cafés.
Louis-José in resident evil requiem again. She was doomed the moment she stepped foot on American land, she shouldn't have started Arische Kindesmissbrauch 2.0
They were born from the flesh and suffering of nazi children, wives, and sometimes husbands that were taken and experimented on by Louis-José during the war. The unethical experiments were done in order to reduce the fascists in Germany and to create a truly superior race.
The bioweapons were born the size of a small adult and had the intelligence of the average 12 year old child, despite the war they had happy childhoods in an isolated village with no humans.
After the war ended, they moved to their father's house in England on a cliff by the border.
Background: Reader is Leon's lovely wife that he loves dearly and unconditionally despite being unable to bear children. Reader is unhappy with Leon because of his boring dad jokes and personality. On a rainy night after sneaking out to a bar behind Leon's back, Reader is kidnapped by Dr. Gideon a few days before Grace.
TW: NTR, UB?, Reader is a bit of an ass and projectile vomits in Gideon's office, infertile Reader who likes it RAW, choking, Medical malpractice?, Gideon is reader's gynecologist and unpaid therapist.
!POSSIBLE AGE GAP DEPENDING ON READER'S AGE, STRICTLY ADULT ONLY!
It was another rainy night after you were railed by your loving husband, Leon before he went for his night shift at the station. Your womb was filled with his seed and you lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, "Another Sunday, another creampie." You say to yourself, still disassociating.
Your loving husband still had stamina at his old age and he satisfied you every night. Yes, he was incredibly handsome and he loved you dearly, unconditionally despite your physical flaws. He never asked for children, you and Sherry were enough for him after everything he had been through.
But he only cracked dad jokes that never made you truly laugh, and all he did was cleaning the house and the occasional Sunday morning waffles. He had a pretty face, but no personality, uniqueness, or whimsy.
After disassociating for a few minutes, you put on a blouse, trousers, and your trusty trench coat of choice before stepping outside to the bar in expensive loafers.
You tell your husband that you're getting milk and a box of Dubai chewy cookies from the bakery. To your surprise, he answers quickly. Warning you about someone named Dr. Victor Gideon before telling you to be careful.
"How heinous...." You thought to yourself, viewing the picture of the hooded man with cracked skin and seemingly botched lip filler.
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After a few bottles of beer and wine at the bar, you went for a smoke in a dark and isolated alleyway. An activity your husband did not know about.
Then you saw him for the first time, Dr. Victor Gideon. But before you could walk away and call your husband, his eyes met yours.
"Get the fuck away from me, you slimy geezer!" You point a can of homemade pepper spray mixed with mustard gas that should be illegal, making sure that he would run off.
"You must be the wife." He spoke politely, smiling as the smell of his breath hit your face from a few meters away. He recognised who you were, the wife of Leon S. Kennedy who most likely had valuable information.
As he stepped closer you realised how tall he was, how uniquely he dressed unlike your husband. You were so shocked and captivated that you didn't resist being kidnapped. It was a betrayal to your husband, to the law. Allowing yourself to be kidnapped and held captive by an evil doctor who committed unethical crimes against humanity.
When Leon returned home in the early hours of the morning, you were nowhere to be found. Not at the grocery store, the bakery, or the nearby alleyway where he found the pepper spray. He cried that afternoon in the bedroom, assuming the worst as he hugged your used pajamas. "(READERRR)!!!!!" He screeched, his asthma attack catching up as he tumbled from the bed, his ripe, aged body rolling towards the stairs that led to the hallway, then the front door. The neighbours watched the half naked, hairy man in pity as he embraced what was once worn by his abducted wife.
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You woke up strapped to a dentist's chair, the effects from the alcohol still present. Dr. Gideon was sitting on his desk, a bowl of oats in hand as he watched you stir. "I- i need to throw up." You blurted out before the doctor could ask any questions or perform a full examination.
It came out, everything. The wine, the beer, the pot roast your husband made for dinner, the potatoes, the carrots, the beef brisket, the banana bread, and the Dubai chewy cookies. "Sweet baby Jesus!" Dr. Gideon rushed to your side carrying cleaning supplies as he frantically cleaned and disinfected the porcelain floor. In frustration, he choked you unconscious again.
You woke up an hour later, now restrained to a hospital bed and tucked neatly in a blanket. "I have something special for you, (Reader)" Dr. Gideon caressed your forehead lovingly with his scaly hands before injecting something into your arm. Something that made you dizzy, light headed, and delirious. Something that made you speak your mind.
"W- where did you buy that coat? It's b- beautiful.... U- ugh..." You accidentally blurted out, trying to keep your mouth shut in order to not leak any information your husband trusted you with or your secret that would most likely be used against you.
"I'm flattered, (Reader). But tell me, who sent you after me?" He smiled from the compliment, but he continued to press for answers.
The drugs were starting to kick in, it was too strong and you couldn't help it. "I- i lied to L- Leon!.... I- i snuck out f- for.... Drinks and a.... Smoke..." The words came out as you struggled in your restraints while Dr. Gideon wiped the sweat off your forehead, making you struggle more despite how gentle he was.
"Nobody sent you? You simply.... Snuck out for alcohol and cigarettes?" Dr. Gideon laughed nervously, unable to believe that you weren't sent to stop his experiments. "You're good at lying during drugged interrogation, (Reader). But I'm not falling for your lies, who sent you?"
"N- NOBODY! I- i was drinking... A-and s- smoking in a- an all- alleyway!.... I- i'm n- not ha- happy with my marriage!"
Dr. Gideon, stepped back in shock, now accepting the truth. "Why?" He said, adding more fuel to the fire. "Divorce is an option."
Instead of upping the dosage, he pulled a chair and sat down next to you, and eventually it became a conversation where you spilled every thought you kept hidden away from your husband.
"I- i love L- Leon! B- but he's boring!... E- even t- though he c- creampies me.... Every... N- night...." You admitted, the effects of the drug starting to fade as the doctor you were supposed to get away from acted as an unpaid therapist.
"Well... You'll have some time to yourself since you're being held captive for whatever i have planned for you." He stood up to leave, then offered to turn on the television before stepping out.
You glanced at the clock, thinking about your husband who was most likely looking for you. If you hadn't been abducted, he would likely be at the kitchen this hour in an apron with his large ass exposed making you a pot roast or macaroni with corn bread and potatoes.
Dr. Gideon returned to your room again, this time with a bowl of bone broth. "For your hangover, (Reader)." He began feeding you since you had to remain restrained, then he insisted on bathing you and giving you an examination due to what happened in his office.
You thanked him, then accidentally asked him about his day and his experiments. Once again, he was taken a back.
You couldn't help but stare at his face as he fed you. Inflamed, deathly pale, and cracked unlike your husband who had smooth, healthy skin. "Who did your lip filler?" You couldn't help but ask about who did his lips, it was a crime and he had every right to press charges.
For the first time, you genuinely laughed even though you weren't supposed to. Your husband had never made you feel this way and you started to feel something in your stomach.
"It's just the mutation, (Reader). I did not have any form of plastic surgery, do that again and you can forget about tomorrow's dessert." Dr. Gideon stopped feeding you, offended by the insult as he put the bowl aside. "I hope you'll enjoy a casserole for tomorrow's breakfast."
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Your restraints were removed, then you were stripped and placed in a warm bubble bath as Dr. Gideon washed you thoroughly. His hands were larger than Leon's, scaly. You could feel his hands all over your body, rubbing and grabbing random parts to make you squeaky clean as you barely resisted or attempted escape.
"Your skin is soft and smooth like a freshly baked castella, perfectly healthy."
He was getting comfortable, now sniffing your hair. You accidentally widened the gap between your legs, then closed it abruptly. Were you really going to cheat on your husband? Throw away your perfectly healthy, loving marriage for an inflamed, slimy, crusty, and decaying older man who was wanted by the DSO for unethical crimes against humanity?
What would happen to Leon and Sherry? And what would the neighbours think?
You were then picked up by Dr. Gideon and taken to the examination room after being dried. "I didn't expect you to be this cooperative." He whispered, strapping you to a gynecology chair so he could examine you thoroughly as promised.
Your blood was taken, along with a sample of your saliva and your blood pressure. Everything was seemed fine, to his surprise.
"Time for your pap smear, free of charge."
You screamed and spasmed as Dr. Gideon gently prepared your entrance, applying and massaging a generous amount of medical grade lubricant inside your hole. You couldn't deny it. It felt good, much better than your husband's fingers.
Shhh.... (Reader). There's nothing to be scared of. I'll make sure it feels as painless as possible. Now, tell me. How often do you have intercourse with your husband? Do you have any issues?"
The question made you blush, and you began feeling more aroused as the cold air made your nipples hard. "O- once or twice a week... I'm infertile so i never use protection."
You instantly regretted what you admitted as the speculum was gently pushed inside your cunt that was now as wet as Niagara falls.
Your uterus was being examined by a crusty, decaying old man that would be considered ugly compared to your husband. It was being stared at, poked and rubbed with a cotton swab.
"Perfectly healthy, no infections."
Now, your breasts were being examined for sensitivity and potential tumours and lumps. Tears started to pour from your eyes as you moaned from the fondling, rubbing, and pinching.
"(Reader), this is a medical examination. You're happily married, surely you wouldn't choose a mutated, slimy, fat, ugly, stinky old bastard with crooked dentures like me. Let alone throw away your perfect marriage and commit a crime against the DSO." He got close to you to the point where you could smell his breath along with the oats he ate for lunch, his crotch almost pressing against your wet entrance.
"Y- you're not fat and ugly!" You said, ignoring the call out of what was now turning into a one night stand and a potential affair. "You're just unconventional, if you cut your dairy and sugar intake and massage your face during the early hours of the morning you'd be a runway model!"
You couldn't help it, looksmaxxing was on rise and you were tired of the generic, soulless beauty standards that looked all the same.
"Get ready for tomorrow's experiment, i'm sure your loving husband would accept you in any condition. As long as you're still alive."
You expected him to choke you, or accuse you of telling lies. But he kissed you instead, then gently tucked you into bed with loose restraints after getting you dressed.
"We'll have our first date tomorrow." Was the proper translation. You stare at the television that was now playing classical music, then grabbed a glass of water that was left on the bedside table. It was now an affair, and you threw away your perfect marriage and loving relationship, betraying your husband and the DSO for an ugly, decaying old bastard.
I'm back and i've improved my art. And i've returned to the Hellsing and RE fandom after 6 years of mourning Lady D, Heisenberg, and Wesker. Since i can't draw Dr. Gideon, should i make a fanfic where the reader is married to Leon but she chooses Dr. Gideon instead because Leon has no personality?
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