I Urgently Need A Blog Creator To Show How The Characters In Hellsing Would React, A Reader Who Is Half

I urgently need a blog creator to show how the characters in Hellsing would react, a reader who is half human and half angel, she was simply born that way, the reader has a supernatural angelic beauty, looking like a beautiful porcelain doll, extremely feminine, uses the kawaii style, and is very shy and sensitive, she is pure innocent, she normally wanted to live and have peace without anyone knowing that she was a half-human angel but with her beauty and her pure golden blood. Immaculada catches the attention of London's vampires (the darling came from Japan and started living in London)

¡! ❞ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑.

❝ he licked his lips, said to me - girl you look good enough to eat - put his arms around me, said - boy, no, get your paws right off me. ❞

yandere! blade x fem! reader.

inspired by the song monster by lady gaga.

The scent of blood. The filth of iron. A shallow echo, followed by the sound of absolute nothingness.

He was close by.

You could feel it.

It was difficult to pinpoint when this song and dance had begun but that was just the way Blade handled everything, as you would come to learn. You could recall bumping into a masked stranger in large crowds on the Lofu - whom you now know is Blade - and finding it odd just how often they would occur. At first it just felt like a simple accident, perhaps the man was just working in a place that was close to your own shop, thus making all the run ins nothing too strange or something worthy to ponder on about.

It all took a turn for worse once you felt the hairs at the back of your neck standing up straight when you would be walking home at night.

The streets would be empty and desolate, not a single soul in sight. You chalked it up to being paranoid, because who wouldn't wouldn't be afraid to walk home alone in the dark? The only thing that could be heard was the sound of a few stray critters and the sound of your own beating heart. Every heartbeat felt like it knocked the air out of you, the pumps getting stronger and stronger with every step you would take. Paranoia would take over your entire mind as you would check behind you every few seconds, to see if there really was a mystery man following you.

All of that fear would be washed away once you'd be in front of your door, the familiar wood calming your nerves as you'd fumble with the keys. With an eager sigh, you'd open the door with lightning speed and shut it just as fast, always double locking it. Your back would be pressed against the wooden frame as you'd put your hand on your chest, checking to see if your poor heart had finally managed to catch a breather.

This routine went on for months. You told your friends about the looming shadow that tailed you for countless nights, how terrified you were and just how unsafe it was for you to be walking home alone. Naturally, the responses were mixed. Some thought that you were just being jumpy, imagining things going bump in the night. It was natural to be scared of the unknown, that was their way of comforting you. The other side was more sympathetic and were more than willing to hear you out. Taking your words seriously, a good friend had offered himself to walk you home from that night onward. His own home was also close to your own so it was pretty much perfect. The two of you made plans on where to meet and what time. You could even treat him to some dinner while you were together, it was the least you could do to repay him for his kindness. Finally, the sun had set and it was time to depart together with your friend. With a pep in your step, you walked towards the rendezvous point and feeling just a bit more confident in this decision. You waited there and checked the time, he was running late. Well, it's not unusual to be a few minutes late, you could wait more.

Five minutes turned into ten.

Ten minutes turned into thirty.

This wasn't alright.

Everything was off once more, the familiar sensation of adrenaline had kicked back in as you looked around for your friend. Where was he? Why didn't he show up? Was this all just a prank to him after all?

Feeling dejected and nervous, you walked back home alone, the lights from the lanterns being your only companions. The familiar sounds of the night were still there, the occasional drunken yell as well.

But the sting that you would feel at the back of your neck, it...

It was not there.

There was no tension, no other presence that you could feel.

You were lost in the darkness.

The next day, you asked around for your friend but they all said the same thing - he had a sudden accident a bit before he was supposed to meet up with you and ended up bludging both his arms and legs. No one knew how it happened and whenever they would ask the guy all he would do is stare back at them, his lips quivering and bloodshot eyes filled to the brim with terror.

It made you want to curl up into a hole in the ground.

Calling in sick, you decided to go home while it was still daylight. The habit of looking behind your shoulder was very much on alert but there was also a sense of calmness in the air. Instead of the cold and chilly night you were walking down a path which was light up with warm light, instead of sounds of creatures looking for their next meal all you could hear were the sound of street vendors and chatter of children. The food smelled delicious and you allowed yourself the luxury of loosening up, just for a little bit. As you rummaged through your purse you came into contact with the familiar feeling of metal keys, the tiny charm you had on them being a dead set indicator. You put the key into the lock but before you twisted it, you turned around one last time to admire the scenery around you.

Happy children and grumpy adults were scattered all over the place, all of them lost in their own little world or they mingled with each other in one way or the other. You were particularly focused on the little boy who was devouring a grilled piece of meat on the stick, the aroma of it almost making your mouth drool. Looking behind your back really wasn't all too bad, especially if you could feast your eyes on the pure serenity which was so close.

Turns out, it was your front which you had to be looking out for.

Just as you opened the door, a tall man with jet black hair was on the other side. He stood perfectly still as he stared down at you, his blood red eyes leering over your body, like a hunter going in for the kill. Dread bubbled in your stomach at an alarming rate but before the scream could come out to the surface, the dark stranger pressed you close to him, one hand holding your waist tightly while the other clamped your mouth shut, not even allowing you to breathe.

"If you even make a sound." he said, his voice gruff but determined.

"I will kill every single person that is standing behind you. Man, woman or child, it does not matter to me."

You wanted to hurl. Your eyes were blown wide open with fear, your entire body shaking with anticipation as his hot breath fanned the shell of your ear. You could feel his teeth ghosting your earlobe, threatening to take a bite whenever he pleased. The hand which was snaked around your waist moved upwards to your back, his bandaged finger tracing the flesh through the fabric of your shirt. No one from the outside world was even paying attention to you and if they did, the two of you probably looked like two love birds who were just thoroughly enchanted with one another.

"You know." said the man, his voice edging on playful now. "I've been watching you for a while now."

You could feel your stomach drop in realization and he too picked up on that fact. He chuckled right in front of your face, his long strands of hair tickling your cheeks. You didn't even realize just how sticky his hands were up until now, you how putrid his scent was, like he had just cut up a carcass and left it for dead under the sun.

"Oh?" he chuckled, his tone fully serious now.

"Don't you recognize the smell of your friend?"

The tears finally kicked in and the sicko in front of you took great pleasure in them. You bawled like a baby in front of him, the horror of knowing that your friend was either dead or dying in a ditch somewhere was just too much to handle. But the creek merely laughed at you, his body shaking with pleasure as he kissed your tears away, his horrid cackles ringing loudly in your eyes. You managed to look at the world behind you one last time, your eyes searching for someone, anyone to help you in this time of need. But no one was there to see you, no one was there to help you.

The last thing you saw was a few strings of light before the stranger kicked the door shut with his foot, sealing you away from any possible freedom.

Motherly goddess who looks like a doll who's almost always with children?

And yes she's a fertility goddess.

-Many in Valhalla knew of you, you were one of the fertility goddess, but you were regarded more as a mother goddess, as you were so motherly to all you met, including full grown adults. They just couldn’t help but melt under your soft and gentle love.

-You preferred it that way however, you preferred to dote on children more and you enjoyed your time with children, and those who would always come and see you adored you too.

-There was never a time that anyone could recall where you didn’t have a gaggle of children with you, either around you or following you like ducklings, which you always thought was cute.

-Other gods in Valhalla all knew that despite your love for children and being such a gentle goddess, you weren’t a pushover by any means.

-Many underestimated you, mainly because of the way you looked, like a beautiful doll, long flowing hair, delicate makeup, and wearing beautiful dresses that looked like you just stepped out of a fairy tale!

-You didn’t mind being underestimated however, as you weren’t a violent person, unless if someone was to threaten a child around you.

-Thor remembers that day well, when he saw someone threatening some children, then a tiny goddess that looked like a doll came in like a wrecking ball and completely wrecked his shit, all without getting a single drop of blood on your dress or breaking a nail.

-Thor and many others knew full well you could handle yourself, but that didn’t mean they tried to get you riled up, they’re curious not suicidal.

-And that curiosity is what led many of them to your side as well, as you would dote on them just as gently as you did the children, even the biggest and most powerful of warriors and gods, like Hercules, who adored your soft affections.

-There were some who were a little shy about getting affection from you, at least in public, if it was behind a tree or somewhere mostly hidden, they were more open to it, which you thought was cute.

-They all respected you as well, they respected that you weren’t a warrior, and they respected your protective nature over the children, but many of them did respect your strength, as you had no trouble putting anyone in their place.

-Zeus was a known offender with that, getting put in his place, as he would try to flirt with you in front of children and make crude jokes, which would always make you discipline him.

-Hades and Poseidon have no sympathy for their little brother when he’s the one who asked for it, much to Zeus’ dismay as he was begging to be saved.

-Nobody messes with Mama Y/N.

Bayonetta x kawaiicore reader!☆

Warnings: none! Just fluff!!

(Mabey a ooc Bayonetta?)

Headcanons!:

. Bayonetta absolutely loves how cute you are! Every thing is so cute! To the accessories, the clothes, the...Every thing!

. She definitely makes you do a little fashion show for her! ( lol :3 )

. Every time she goes out to fight angels and demons of the sorts, she always comes back with something for you! <3

. Definitely takes you out on shopping sprees with Jeanne.

. Let's you ramble about your interests to her.

. If you even mention something in your shopping list she'll get it for you right away!

. She also let's you dress her up in all of your adorable clothes♡

. Onetime, she was fighting an angel, and a star hair clip you gave her got broken. She was so sad. </3 When she got home you comforted her that it was ok and you'll make a bracelet for her instead!

She now has it as a charm on one of her guns.

. Speaking of making bracelets..she also loves to make them with you! (If you don't do this then idk man)

.You guys now have matching bracelets.

. In conclusion, she loves you and your fashion cents ♡ 10/10 girlfriend!

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I hope this isn't to short...

Yandere Imagine

Imagine an immortal Yandere that paints your portrait for all of eternity. Forever a slave to the overwhelming love they felt for you when you were alive. They must keep painting you or else they’re afraid they’ll forget what you look like…

It’s been eons since they had last seen you and they make sure to display your beauty in every museum and art exhibit they can in hopes to be reunited…

And once they see you again in your recent reincarnation? It’s over for you. They won’t let you carelessly slip through their fingers like before… because their love can last lifetimes.