Whoever stole them will be slaughtered. 

Very well.

I requested an Armada. 

We came to an agreement.

{ Integra’s expression reminds me so much of Arthur. Like father like daughter. }

ask-maxwell:

ask-integra:

ask-maxwell:

ask-integra:

{ I wonder if Integra and Enrico argue over the Eurovision. }

{….Headcannon’d. }

{ We’re now best friends. }

{BFF’S FOR LIFE. }

{ AAAAALWAYS I WANNA BEEEE WITH YOU AND MAKE BELIEVEEEEH WITH YOUU. }

I’m not a big fan of lipstick… But today was an exception.

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[Click on the source, I directly linked it to the other pictures i wanted to post but it’s too long, it’s a funny comic even though i don’t understand the language] 

…Nope.

What a… Peculiar meeting that was. 

I was sat at my desk, like any other day at Hellsing Headquarters, cigar in mouth, glass of whiskey in gloved hand. It had been rather quiet, which gave me a break from the large stack of paperwork that had been set down on my desk which I had yet to complete. Alucard and the Police Girl were nowhere to be seen. They were probably sleeping; the sun was rather bright that day. I doubt it would be comfortable for them to be wandering the estate in this weather. I swear I’ll lock that scrawny blonde in her coffin if she refuses to sleep in there once more. She should learn to accept the fact that she is dead.

As usual, I was listening in on my soldier’s radios to make sure they were not discussing anything they weren’t permitted to. The same old conversations; “When is lunch?”, “We should ask for a raise.” And my favourite; “Sir Integra is such an ice queen.” Featuring too many curses to count. It’s as if they don’t realize that I can hear every single thing they are saying. Idiots.

Then I heard something over the static and swears. A groan, like that of the ghouls my organization slaughters on a daily basis. What on earth was going on down there? With a sharp exhale of thick cigar smoke I put down my glass and picked up the radio, holding it to my ear through my pin-straight platinum hair. I could have sworn my heart stopped as a blood curdling scream echoed through the device. Then nothing. Only static could be heard.

They were eating my people.

We were being attacked once again. Twice in a month. This was not a normal occurrence. I slammed down the radio and searched through the drawers in my desk for my Smith & Wesson, loading it with silver bullets. No way were these mindless ghouls going to infiltrate my home.

ask-maxwell:

ask-integra:

ask-maxwell:

Miss Hellsing, why are you sitting on me?

…Because fuck you.

Well, excuuuuuuse me, Princess.