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art trade with @aweslasharc 💖 featuring their oc valentine’s day!
my contribution to the sertegra enjoyers (me)
carmilla crashing out after being forced to listen to christian hymns for a funeral procession during her date picnic with laura 💔
lesbian vampirism brainrot
have a joyful seras before i turn her into a meme
i noticed some people were asking for the brush! it's the sharp render brush by jingsketch and you can get it in a pack of 9 other brushes here: https://jingsketch.gumroad.com/l/JingsketchBrushes?layout=profile :)
have a joyful seras before i turn her into a meme
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Hello! I just saw your adorable hellsing original character. I liked their appearance so much that I really wanted to know a little about them! If you don’t mind, sorry to bother you.
What is the character’s name, how old are they? What is this character’s job? Are they a ordinary person or does their nature have something to do with the supernatural? Are they directly related to Hellsing, the Vatican or Millennium?
I would be very happy to know anything you want to tell! Sorry again for bothering you.
Sorry for the mistakes in clothing X'3 and sorry for such a quick fanart.
First of all, thank you so much for this wonderful art >:D I really love your art style! I'm personally drawn to sharp/crisp lines, so this absolutely made my day >3< The details on her bolo tie and shirt >_> this is so so wonderful omg I'm going to cherish this forever, thank you again! I really like getting asks (mostly because I never do lmao) so please ask away, I'm always open to anything <3
And thank you for your kind words about Coyote! I'm planning on making an official post about her and a character reference sheet soon because her backstory and her connection in the Hellsing universe is a little convoluted lol
For now, she's a 19-year-old mechanic and cowgirl who used to work on her family ranch in Cochise County, Arizona before she was recruited. She's involved with the Hellsing Organization, but I can see her also working with the Vatican in some cases because of her generational hatred for the Millennium.
There's a specific connection to the Hellsing Organization that she has that I want to explore, but I'm hoping to flesh mostly everything out in future posts! This was a really fun ask to answer, so thank you again (I'm still mesmerized by this beautiful sketch you sent me, she's absolutely adorable in your style >_<)!!!
Hellsing Anti-Whumptober Prompt 5
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Coyote takes the turn around the corner at near break-neck speed. She knows she shouldn’t, that the servant’s passages in the Hellsing Mansion are windy and confusing on the best of days, but frankly there’s too much panic coursing through her veins for her to care.
The kitchens are quiet this time of day. Lunch typically isn’t a large affair on Mondays, seeing as Mondays are the day that most of the operatives are expecting sandwiches and possibly some seasonal fruit, so it’s a peaceful quiet that Coyote resoundly breaks when she skids into the room. In her panic, the young girl manages to knock over a stack of empty crates gathered by the door to be taken out to the trash, and she goes flying, stopping at Laura’s feet.
Coyote looks up at the werewolf slowly, but the fear in her eyes isn’t because of Laura’s intimidating resting face. No, Coyote has much bigger things to worry about.
From over by the sink, a slender siren takes their attention off washing dishes to look over at the commotion. “What’s got you in a twist?”
“It’s Sir Integra,” the light haired teen starts, “she’s…in a bad mood.”
Laura’s deep rolling laugh startles Coyote, and she jolts where she is on the floor. “Integra is never in a good mood! I hardly doubt that a Monday is what’s going to make her decide to kill us all.”
“No, you don’t understand! It’s not just me,” the younger maid explains, her tone growing increasingly frantic. “Everyone’s avoiding her, even Walter!”
Theron turns the faucet off so they can look at the young girl with a more critical eye. She hasn’t been here long, but one doesn’t have to be to know that Walter is rarely far from Integra’s side. So for her to say that even Walter is avoiding the Hellsing leader…
“What happened that made her so upset?”
“Sir Integra made a fatal error on an operation yesterday.” All three heads in the room snap to the eastern doorway, where the tall, lanky head of staff stands. To an outside observer he would look entirely presentable, but to the members of the Hellsing staff who have been on payroll for more than a month or so, he looks positively harrowed. “She forgot that—even with her complexion—sunscreen is essential when spending extended periods of time outdoors.”
Immediately everyone remembers what happened the day before. Integra had been called to a meeting with one of the Circle of Twelve members sometime mid-morning. Thinking that the location would be easier to secure, the other member had planned for the meeting to take place on a boat. There had been a mishap at the dock and someone had untied the wrong rope. It was only after Integra realized that some important papers had been left in the car that either of the Knights had gone above deck, only to find that they’d drifted into the middle of the secluded lake! Since no one had been actually planning for the boat to leave the dock, no fuel had been pumped into the tank and, due to the nature of the discussion and some of the materials they were examining, neither party could just leave the boat. So they were stuck, floating, during the sunniest day they’d had in months, for nearly six hours.
“Ah,” Theron says, and the room silently agrees.
Two floors up, Seras tentatively knocks on the large mahogany door that stands between her and Integra’s office. She looks over her shoulder at the two maids hiding behind a corner, who nervously give her a thumbs up. “Master,” she calls, shifting the weight of the package in her arms, “I ‘ave your mail!”
“Enter,” comes the muffled voice from the other side of the door.
Pushing open the door with her hip, Seras finds herself face-to-face with Integra Hellsing, head of the monster hunting Hellsing Organization, looking like she’s been dumped in a vat of JELL-O.
“S-Sir?”
Integra’s glare is cold enough to give the undead vampire chills despite her face being slathered in aloe. “Not. A. Word,” she says, each word sharp and crisp, honed like the edge of a blade. A very dangerous blade.
Seras sets the package down and backs away in a way that reminds her distantly of her police training. A part of her wishes she was still with the police, that way she could at least call for back up. But she knows that no one else in this house would risk Integra’s wrath for a million pounds, much less her. She’s going to have to make her own escape.
“Is-Is there anythin’ else I can do for you, Sir?”
Seras doesn’t need to breathe but in that moment she doesn’t think that she would be doing so even if she had to. Behind her back her fingers cross, and in her head a mantra of please say no please say no please say no is set on loop.
Maybe there is some vampiric power of manifestation that Alucard has neglected to tell her about or maybe she was particularly benevolent in a past life. Whatever it is, Seras’s luck is good this time and Integra simply gives her a curt dismissal. She’s out of that room faster than she has ever moved before.
Once back in the hall, Seras leans against the door and physically feels her boss’s black mood lift off her shoulders. The two maids who had caught her in the hall earlier and asked her to deliver the package for them run up to her, and in hushed voices, ask “Well?!”
One last shiver runs down Seras’s spine, and she stumbles away from the door, putting distance between herself and the malice soaking the office.
“You do not wanna go in there,” she says, like the final warning of a horror movie survivor. “It’s bad.”
“How bad?”
“Let’s just say…if you mention the word sunscreen round ’er, you’d best make sure yer will’s sorted.”
OCs in this one are Coyote, Laura, and Theron, who belong to @dogspleen, @cry-ptidd, and @coffin-of-dust respectively. Go check them out!
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laura belongs to @cry-ptidd and coyote belongs to me :)
you have been promoted: you are now (have always been) one of my fav ocs ever ^o^
laura belongs to @cry-ptidd !!!
there is no sea urchin emoji :(
kurotani belongs to @vivsies !
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savannah belongs to @lilbluebastard !!
assorted sketches :>
what would you have to do or say for him to be this uneasy wrong answers only
harry would violently shake james like a glow stick and go “you did WHAT to your wife!?!!??”
going to redraw this one day