Вот как оказывается должен выглядеть Дракула

Shakespearean actor and friend of Stoker's, Sir Henry Irving was a real-life inspiration for the character of Dracula, tailor-made to his dramatic presence, gentlemanly mannerisms and affinity for playing villain roles. Irving, however, never agreed to play the part on stage.

UPD

Некоторые интересные моменты из статьи про Ирвинга и пара фото

Биография Ирвинга

"Стокер был управляющим в театре Ирвинга и написал образ своего главного злодея отчасти под впечатлением от его игры. По крайней мере, все эти гипнотические взгляды, пассы руками, и театральные позы напоминают персонажей Ирвинга, от Шайлока до бургомистра Маттиаса из "Колокольчиков."
"....дьявольский магнетизм Ирвинга."
"В театре Манчестера — работа на износ. Ирвинг постепенно преодолевал природные недостатки. Слабый, суховатого тембра голос, тенор, он разработал до низких, бархатных, «благородных» басовых нот. Много лет актер отшлифовывал дикцию. Еще труднее было с пластикой — от природы он волочил ногу."
Те, кто встречался с ним в официальной обстановке, сохранили о нем нелестное мнение. Другие же, кто знал Ирвинга ближе, были очарованы его приветливостью, мягкостью и простотой. Каков он был на самом деле? Этого не знал никто. Возможно, Г.А. Джонс в книге «Тень Генри Ирвинга», говоря о нем как об актере, дал ключ и к пониманию его личности: «Он бьш особенно велик в ролях мрачных, низменных, ироничных, сардонических, дьявольских; он был равно велик в ролях благородных, достойных, простых, «не от мира сего», неземных, святых, одухотворенных. Он вбирал все эти характеры в себя и играл их изнутри. Суть их была в нем самом».

"На 291-м представлении «Двух роз», в свой бенефис, Ирвинг решил выступить в ином качестве. Он продекламировал романтическую поэму «Сон Юджина Арама» — о преступнике, которого многие годы преследует кошмар совершенного убийства. Вот что писала газета «Обсервер» на другой день после спектакля: «Актер выходит к рампе в обычном вечернем костюме и, без всякой помощи декораций или реквизита, заставляет забыть о существовании джентльмена в вечернем костюме и думать только о человеке, сраженном угрызениями совести. Это исполнение не имело ничего общего с чтением в обычном смысле слова. Это была энергичная и мощная игра... Это была такая игра, какую сейчас редко увидишь...»
Портрет Ирвинга

Очень он похож с Кристофером Ли. Примерно так Ирвинг бы выглядел в современном фильме.


Завораживает меня этот взгляд. Сразу появляется ощущение, что Стокер глубоко в душе был заядлым слешером.
Хожу на английский. У меня там задание - написать CV (резюме) . Пишу CV для Цепеша на должность администратора в Сочи на будущих Олимпийских играх. На английском с меня угорают. Уже получила кличку Влад.

@темы: Hellsing, Alucard

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Алукард и Рип

Люблю я эту картинку и ничего с собой поделать не могу.
Она такая милая.

UPD Я увеличила шрифт до 14. Если еще какие-то будут предложения по дизайну -говорите. По поводу цвета вообще странно - у меня все отображалось в Опере хорошо. Если бы вы не сказали, я бы и не узнала никогда.

@темы: Humor, Hellsing

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Leashed Darkness

Жутко хочу спать...
Рисовала по событиям главы "Рождество", да, я помню, что там Алукард был одет. Но я когда нарисовала его голым...он таким беззащитным выглядит...я не решилась его одеть
Абрахам мне не нравится
Вообще для меня это наверное самый отвратительный момент во всем фике. Не знаю, чего меня на него потянуло с такой страшной силой.

@темы: Leashed Darkness, Art

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Help

Нужны фотки, рисунки костюмов времен Абрахама. Чем больше, тем лучше. Мужских пока что.
И ботинки главное. Черт...вот надо на английский ехать, а я так хочу дорисовать >_<
И Мелисса...в Поводке есть где-то описание внешности Абрахама? Я что-то не вспомнила....

@темы: Leashed Darkness

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о_О Однако полезная ооочень штука для тех, кто рисует

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Pip and Alucard Smut (Yaoi again)

И это пусть тоже будет тут. Warning - high-reited yaoi fiction. Автор самоудалился.

Pip and Alucard Smut

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Pip wiped the sweat from his brow and sat against a tree in the woods on the outskirts of Hellsing. It was one of the few days where he had some time to himself, and had spent most of the day tormenting Seras, followed by a brief run with full gear on. After all, he had to be prepared for anything, and remain in top shape. Lighting a cigarette, he tilted back his head and looked up at the canopy of trees.

The run and the heat of the day made him lethargic, and he took the time to close his eyes and relax. Dusk was coming, and he didn’t plan on spending the night in the forest, not when he had a decent bed to go to.

His eyes snapped open when a dark chuckle came from behind him. Stubbing out his cigarette, he stood and slowly turned first his head, then the rest of his body to face Alucard. The vampire knew that Pip was nervous around him, and when bored, he liked to play pranks on the Wild Geese, usually by flowing through a wall unexpectedly.

This was the first time Alucard had come to Pip alone. The mercenary briefly considered just walking back, but remembered that Walter had warned him and his men to not show fear when Alucard was around. The vampire smiled lazily at Pip.

“Enjoying your time off, Wild Goose?”

Pip blinked a little. When did the older vampire care about the well being of the troops? As long as they donated every few weeks to keep the vampires fed, he thought that there was no problem. The look on Alucard’s face insinuated otherwise. “I suppose,” the mercenary answered, instincts telling him to find someplace to go where Alucard wasn’t.

“There’s no place you can really hide from me,” the vampire purred at Pip, moving closer. “I know everything that goes on around here.” The mercenary took an involuntary step away, sweat reforming on his brow.

“Nothing to hide, Alucard. I just had a day off.” He turned to leave. “I should go get some sleep.”

In retrospect, turning his back on the vampire was a mistake. He had taken only a few steps when an arm shot out and clamped around his chest hard, the vampire yanking him back and nipping at his ear. Pip swallowed hard as Alucard rubbed his erection against his ass, a low rumbling coming from the vampire’s throat. Jerking his head away from the sharp teeth, Pip’s reward was Alucard’s other hand twining around to clutch at his groin and hiss warningly in his ear. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, now would you?” The vampire asked softly, his hand moving in languid circles over Pip’s crotch. Pip stifled a profanity and gritted his teeth instead, thinking of anything to stop becoming aroused by the vampire’s ministrations.

Alucard nipped once again at Pip’s ear and pulled him further into the forest, pulling the mercenary harder against him. “Aren’t you curious? I’m surprised that in all the time you’ve spent with your men, you haven’t…experimented.”

Pip growled low in his throat. “You’re not allowed to harm us. It was in the contract.”

The vampire chuckled again while moving his hand to unfasten the other mans trousers. Pip struggled for an instant, and then heard a voice in his mind. A voice that started to soothe his quells about his situation, and made him grow harder. His hands dropped to his sides instead of pulling at the vampire’s hand to stop, and he made a low hissing moan. The cold of Alucard’s hand on his penis brought reality crashing in on him, his body tensing. Alucard nipped at his ear again. “But this doesn’t hurt you, does it?” the voice whispered in his mind.

The fear that had started to rise plummeted again and Pip started rocking his hips into Alucard’s hand, the friction warming the appendage. Another nip was delivered to his ear and the mercenary shivered.

Behind him, Alucard smirked. Pip indeed loved the pleasures of flesh, even if it took a little convincing to have him forget that it was a 500-year-old vampire that was stroking him. Alucard stopped to wet his hand with saliva then resumed stroking, waiting until Pip started to pant, his hips jerking forward. Just as the mercenary was about to reach his peak, Alucard stopped, pulling at Pip’s shirt. Pip moaned something incoherently and almost pushed away, but not until Alucard drew a nail across his back, leaving a cut. The initial pain that shot through the mercenary’s body was replaced as a cool tongue laved over the cut, lapping up the blood as delicately as a cat. Warm pleasure washed over Pip when Alucard wrapped his lips around the line, sucking hard to draw out more blood.

Pip’s head lolled back and a gasping groan escaped him, his hand reaching back to pull Alucard harder against him, to draw out more blood, to take what he wanted, anything. He reached down with his other hand to stroke himself in time with the sucking noises he heard, only to be rewarded with a sharp nip, a warning. The nip only intensified the sensation, and Pip figured if he didn’t find something to brace against, he would fall soon. The sound of rustling clothes was in the back of his mind as he felt the wind touch his now bare legs, and the coolness of Alucard’s body as he removed his own trousers and rubbed harder against Pip’s buttocks, the vampire’s hand coming around again to stroke ever so slowly, to torment the mercenary more by bringing him to the edge of orgasm and stopping each time the man began to shudder.

Alucard moved so that Pip was now facing one of the trees, an elm Pip’s mind vaguely observed. Pulling away from the new scar that had formed on Pip’s back, the vampire licked his fingers and pushed them into Pip’s anus, moving his other hand to draw yet another line of blood to distract the mercenary from the intrusion. Gasping, Pip grasped the elm tree, watching through a haze as his fingers clenched at the rough bark, some of the wood splintering off under his nails. His gasps were not heard above the rustling of the trees, his groans too low to be heard by anyone. Alucard pushed in further and stroked the other man’s prostate, almost grinning when Pip bucked under him, his frame falling forward to grasp the tree tighter. Blood continued to trickle, and the vampire sucked more, removing his fingers and reaching to grasp Pip’s erection, stroking him more.

The mercenary was writhing under Alucard now, his moans increasing. Alucard carefully coated his own penis with saliva and pushed in, growling low. Pip bucked, but the tree and Alucard’s body pinned him in. The vampire merely continued to push in, stroking the other man harder as he finally slid fully sheathed with a low growl. Pip dropped his head and panted, torn between pleasure and pain, something that Alucard knew all too well about. Grasping the man’s penis harder, he began to move, slowly at first, allowing the mercenary to adjust. The muscles surrounding him were warm and deliciously tight, and the vampire took care to not do further damage to Pip.

Not until Pip began moving on his own, at least.

Stroking the man faster, Alucard dragged a fang lightly across Pip’s back, licking at the last remnants of blood. The problem with blood play was that his tongue healed the cuts swiftly. Alucard drew another line and sucked hard from this cut; it was fairly deep and blood flowed freely. Pip groaned even louder and started to move, his mind unable to figure out whether it hurt too much, or if the pleasure he felt was going to be his downfall. The voice whispered in his head again, and he succumbed, rocking his hips in time with Alucard’s stroking, heedless of the pain he felt otherwise. The vampire thrust harder into Pip, his growls becoming more feral the more Pip moved with him.

Panting, sweating, Pip realized in the back of his mind he must be insane to let this happen, but this body refused to allow him to stop, the sensations running through it too much for him to try to fight back. He felt the beginning of his orgasm start again, and moved more frantically against Alucard, his hands practically tearing off the bark of the tree. A low chuckle filled his mind as he started to shudder, and this time Alucard did not slow down. Stiffening under the vampire, Pip gritted his teeth and growled low in his throat as his orgasm wracked through him; warm stickiness covering the vampire’s hand. Alucard laved his tongue more deeply into the cut, his eyes half lidded with pleasure and he pulled out sharply and followed the mercenary with his own orgasm. With a soft moan, Pip leaned against the tree and took deep breaths to steady himself, staring at the bark while Alucard healed the final cut on his back.

Pip blinked once, then slowly pulled up his pants, turning to face the vampire. “I should get back to the manor. I have training tomorrow.” Alucard smirked slightly.

“Go back to your place, Wild Goose. Try not to get lost in the woods again.” He licked his fang carefully, surprised when Pip reached up and licked away a little bit of blood that was on the vampire’s lip before walking away. Humans continued to surprise him all the time.

@темы: Hellsing, yaoi, Fanfiction

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A Night in Rio by ciarda_rois (Sorry. Yaoi. I'm just afraid the fic may be lost)

Night in Rio

Pip had overseen the smuggling of Seras’ coffin and such, going over the procedures for the next night. “I’ll see you later, then,” Pip said, folding his arms and waiting for Alucard to respond. The vampire had been eyeing Pip in the most unusual fashion, and stood up slowly from his coffin, his eyes roaming over Pip’s body.

Pip started to back away, but the vampire held out his hand and hushed him quietly. The mercenary stood still, his eyes lighting on Seras’ coffin. “Won’t she wake soon?” He asked, hoping that he could leave for his own hotel room.

“Not for a while,” Alucard replied lazily, closing the distance between them with a matter of seconds. Pip froze as the vampire leaned in close to his neck, sniffing. “…The potential you have to become a vampire is quite amazing.” Pip backed away sharply, but Alucard stooped him by grabbing his bicep, enough to hurt a little. His other hand reached for Pip’s braid, pulling on it so that Pip was forced to expose his neck to him. Alucard licked the pulse in the jugular slowly, enjoying the way Pip shivered under his cool tongue. “However, only virgins can become vampires,” he continued, nipping lightly.

Pip closed his eyes and cursed softly, eliciting another nip from Alucard. “What do you fear, Wild Goose? The fangs that are inches away from your neck? Or perhaps another reason?” His hand let go of the braid and settled on the small of Pip’s back, pulling the man closer to him, still nuzzling his neck. He moved until he had Pip against the wall, pushing his hand against the mercenary’s chest to hold him there while his other hand traveled down to the crotch of the man’s pants. Alucard purred in Pip’s ear as he began to stroke him through the material.

Pip struggled for a moment. “Don’t do this…” Alucard smiled and increased the pace, raising an eyebrow at Pip’s obvious arousal. The man stiffened under Alucard’s touch and moaned softly, closing his eye. “Please…don’t do this.”

“Hush.” Alucard nipped again at Pip’s neck, a slight warning. His fingers unbuckled Pip’s pants and he pulled them down, smiling at Pip’s moan. He reached up and unbuttoned Pip’s shirt, pulling it down as well. He smiled and drew a line of blood on the mans chest, lowering his head and lapping at the blood that started to flow greedily.

Pip hissed slightly, ashamed that he was enjoying the feeling of having his blood drank, and hesitantly twined his fingers in Alucard’s hair. The vampire smiled against Pip’s chest and reached down to stroke him, adding to the sensation. He felt Pip shudder against him, and then Pip reached for the buttons on Alucard’s pants, hesitantly clutching at the vampire’s shaft, matching his pace. Alucard growled his approval and licked the wound closed, moving up to press his mouth against Pip’s, forcing the man to open his mouth with his tongue and letting him taste the lingering drops of blood that were there. He pushed his hips harder against Pip’s hand, running his own over Pip’s chest.

Pip leaned back again as Alucard drew another line on his chest and began lapping like a cat. He gripped the vampire’s cock harder and stroked him more forcefully, ignoring the growl that came from Alucard. He let his mind go, giving in to just feeling the stroke of Alucard’s hands. He stroked harder, feeling the vampire start to spasm in his hand. Alucard nearly bit down when he spent himself under Pip’s ministrations.

Alucard grinned again, and closed the wound before ducking his head lower and licking the tip of Pip’s shaft, closing his eyes at the taste. Pip stiffened again, looking down with alarm as Alucard wrapped his lips around his cock and began to suck, occasionally sliding the tips of his fangs across and then licking. Pip leaned heavily against the wall, his breath coming in faster rasps until he jerked convulsively against Alucard’s mouth and came almost painfully. He slid down the wall, closing his eyes as he felt Alucard kissing him again. “Such wonderful potential…” Alucard murmured. He backed away, letting the mercenary pull on his clothes again. “I will see you tomorrow evening then.” Alucard turned his back and stood looking out the window, while Pip finished dressing and hastily left the room.

He lazily licked the remnants of Pip’s taste from his mouth. Such a shame that the mercenary wasn’t a virgin.

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@темы: yaoi, Fanfiction

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Обращение к ПЧ

Вот многие приветствуют новых читателей, а я нет. Тяжело у меня с этим.
Но как оказалось это приятно, когда заходишь к новому избранному, а тебе говорят: Привет , добро пожаловать...
Так вот мне приятно, что вы у меня есть.
И пользуясь случаем хочу спросить: я вот рисую тут помаленьку-в основном, чобы просто набить руку, но светлые идеи не всегда посещают мою больную голову. Может у вас есть какие-то пожелания? Кинки? Может быть что-то особенное хотите увидеть?
Исполнить в точности не обещаю, но пытаться буду.

P.S. Подруга в яойном сообществе нашла картинку Алукард/Интегра. Тайна леди Хеллсинг раскрыта. Теперь многое из манги становится понятным.

@темы: Art

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In the hotel

Слешер во мне не дает покоя. Пожалуйста!!!! Напишите мне фик Алукард/Пип. Мне даже секс там не нужен, даже любовь. Просто какие-то яркие эмоци, нестандартные отношения.... А я вам арт нарисую, какой хотите...Нэ?


In the hotel by ~AlexChatte on deviantART

@темы: Hellsing, Art, Alucard

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Алукард и Серас

Набросок, вдохновленный фиком  Seras-chan "Кое-что о методах воспитания духа" hellfiction.forum24.ru/?1-3-0-00000063-000-0-0-...
БДСМ - наше все.Это один из рисунков серии "убейся, но нарисуй". Я не могла жить спокойно, не воплотив это на бумаге. У меня очень злой муз. Ему глубоко по фиг на то, что я хочу спать и есть. >_<

Откровенно говоря, Алукард мне тут не нравится. Я его перерисовывала раз десять, но без толку.

@темы: Hellsing, Art

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Пора спать.

ничего интересного

Это модно бывает сейчас говорить, что ты псих - типа ты крут. Отличаешься от других, У тебя есть в голове непохожие на других тараканы- в крапинку наверное или в полосочку. Это все весело и офигенно конечно, пока не доходит до реальности, пока в один прекрасный момент не понимаешь, вдруг, что твое собственное, родное сознание отказывается работать абсолютно, что ты вдруг потерял связь с внешним миром и не можешь понять, что именно уже во второй раз повторяет удивленно глядящий тебе в глаза человек.. Я все убеждаю себя, что я просто устала и не высыпалась. Так и есть. Это просто накопившееся за неделю напряжение. И все. Нормальная. Абсолютно нормальная.

@темы: Real life

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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Переделала скетч и написала к нему коммент. Интересно, сколько ошибок я сделала?

Abdul and Alucard

My terrible english

Oh I should tellyou about Abdul. I love him.
He is my own char from a series of fanfiction stories. For now it consists of three short fics:"Integra's bad day" "All the creatures of Allah" and "Insanity under the skin"
You'll never read it cause it's only in russian, and I'm a lousy translator. Therefore I can do spoilers.
So what it is about?
Alucard frees himself from seals and goes to Afghanistan (you know there's neverending civil war there - Talibans, NATO's army.... And by the way Afghanistan is the world biggest producer of heroin - 94% of the whole quantity of this drug is Afghanistan's origin. Heroin is produced from opium poppy. Wikipedia loves you and you're always welcome at [link])
So Alucard joined the Taliban's army as a member of a group that guards opium poppy fields. The story is told as from the site of Abdul, who is a young Afghan from a family of hereditary healers. He has really great extrasensory abilities and well of course he detests Alucard from first sight. Vampire, who pretends to be a former russian officer is a really strange person, he's naming himself Vladimir and works only at night time, without any night vision equipment ,and uses heavy weapon effortlessly.
Once a big NATO's detachment with a lot of battle technics comes to their territory and as there are very few people in their group, the leader -Zaur decides, they should go away to the mountains . But Vladimir thinks different: in the twilight he goes down to the field where NATO's detachment is quartered and kills everybody. Talibans are really wondered but greets Vladimir as a hero.
But....unfortunally vampire is little bit exited with the battle and a harsh word from Zaur provocates him to kill all the Talibans - one by one. Well.. He's a monster after all.And he's thirsty. The only one who stays alive is Abdul, cause Alucard wants to learn local languages, and besides he likes the boy. The Afgan is well...he's not like the others.He is silent most of the time and not smart, but really wise for his age.
Alucard is the worst nightmare for Abdul. His supernatural abylities grow near the demon and it's killing him. He's starting to loose himself cause now he able to feel the dark nature of Alucard with all his mind and soul, breathing his insanity....Yeah, he feels terrible. Tries to escape but failed. I don't know what will happen to him,the fic is not completed but Alucard is a bad guy.>_<

@темы: Art, Alucard

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Еще один скетч

Лео, это я так пыталась уложить их в постель. Я же говорила, что что-то странное получится.
Alucard and Integra again.
Watching, violence....and too many hands. Can it counts as a group violence?
Well...It's not that I'm obsessed with sexual perversions. Just my friend strongy recommended me to practice my skills by making anatomy sketches. You know - naked people in different poses. It's not my fault that I've got so active imagination. ..
And besides my "hands drawing" sucks and I decided to practice it too.

@темы: Hellsing, Art, Alucard

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А кто сказал, что в каноне такого не было?

Хирано вам просто не все рассказывал...Хе-хе...Вновь балуюсь с набросками. Осторожно хентай!
Интегра, Алукард, а едят они по ходу Максвелла.

UPD. Млииин...Черт...только что поняла откуда у меня появилась эта картинка. Это из-за фика "Mutual fantasies' Там же даже Максвелл есть о_О Правда его еще не съели. Но определенно фанарт им навеян.

@темы: Hellsing, Art, Alucard

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Пьяный развратный Бернадотте..и прочее

Все в порядке, я сказал!!!

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Традиционно не получающаяся у меня Интегра..То ли потому, что я мало рисую женщин, то ли потому что суьба у меня-рисовать яой.
Даа....разрисовалась я чего-то.


Хмм..ну в общем-то это иллюстрация к так и не дописанному фику "Безумие под кожей". Весьма довольный собой Алукард в образе шурави, только что спасший сбежавшего от него афганца от голодной стаи волков, ну и собственно измученный голодом, холодом и прочими неприятностями Абдул.

@темы: Hellsing, Art

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И тут Бернадотте стало страшно...

А я тут шалю. Ну то есть балуюсь. Это просто скетч Даф тренируется рисовать анатомию, как видим - не очень удачно. Алукард и Пип
Да прибудет с нами яой!!!

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Гематоген

Подняла вчера тему аналогов гематогена в буржуйском сообществе по Хеллсингу. Народ шибко удивлялся. Поржите. Хорошо бы еще кто-нибудь покомментил, а то с моим знанием английского .... ><
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@темы: Hellsing, Real life

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Ня

Я здало зегодня госэкзамен! Какое я молодец!! Теперь еще осталось написать диплом, и у меня будут уже две абсолютно бесполезные корочки! Ура!