#hans!

[koohiss]

okay i wasn’t done so fair warning. when robin mentions that robert was a good knight, and marian mishears and answers “short but sweet” and he corrects her on what he meant.

like, oh my god, her face is the literal embodiment of “i’ve said too much i must go”

and then he helps her into her saddle and her face changes to “oh shit i like him” and she just takes off freaking out. A+++ subtle but completely relateable comedy. great job everyone. 

[waxwork-daughter]

i can’t believe Saga is having to go all this without Martin. I like Henrik, i really do, and I think they’re good together. But he doesn’t even know her very well. He’s doing well. He cares a lot. I like how he doesn’t push her. But she really could have used Martin’s friendship in all this.

I hate Linn a lot. She read Saga’s file, some of the background with her parents should be in there. Yet she keeps pushing Saga to reconcile with her abusers out of some twisted need to make her conform.

and then Hans.

in pretty much way S3 is a much better story than S2, but this is a marathon of Emotional Trauma even beyond what I was expecting. 

[byeart-blog]

For Hellsing Ultimate, Hans?

Guess my top 10 favourite characters!

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac

Hellsing Ultimate Rip Van Winkle

The Big O

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Hokuto No Ken

Metal Gear Solid

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Yu-gi-Oh

Jackie Chan Adventures

RWBY

(i’m answering this out of blatant courtesy from my gentleman heart) Answered already! Nevertheless, Hans is truly an nteresting character--silent, incarnation of a wolf (or rather, wolf demon, can’t remember him very well), it does contrast the nazi vampireism, lest I’m forgetting the details (which is more than likely). His uniforme is most militaristic that I am fond of. Maybe someday I’ll spend all my Pesos for it, purchase some ranged weapons, specifically guns, perhaps rob a local gas station--

[mistresslist]

♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. [ Adlet & Hans ]

The Ultimate Holiday Themed Ask Meme

     "Nyaa Adlet, that tree is dead!" The statement was followed by laughter and the snap of a branch breaking between Hans' fingers.

     The Christmas tree had to lean against the wall to stay upright, since Hans had used both his blades to cut it down and the bottom remained uneven. They had went up the mountain to cut a tree down for themselves and it looked fine as they began to haul it back, but every grip against the branches made them eventually break and the needles of the tree fell off one handful at a time. They were left with a lopsided trunk, if anything.

     Adlet was trying to hang a glittery pine-cone on one of the only branches left. Hans laughed again and just wrapped the lights around the trunk before they both gave up.

[gnomeclip]

Me:

*Remembers The Book Thief* *Cries for five minutes*

[youremyfairygodmother-blog]

"Is that my shirt?"

"Huh?" Aurora asked, looking down at what she was wearing. It was, in fact, a men’s shirt, and a pair of slacks she had found.

"It could be, I found it in the laundry room. How’s it look?" she asked, giving a little twirl despite her not wearing a skirt.

[youremyfairygodmother-blog]

Hans was sure he had heard something from the her bedroom as he walked by that late night (unable to find sleep despite all attempts) but as he approached her door, he could hear her stifled crying and screaming. Knowing it was not the most proper thing to do, but afraid for Aurora's well being, he opened the door and saw her in the throes of a nightmare. Internally panicking, he did the only thing he knew to do. He carefully took her by one side and gently shook her. "Princess Aurora, wake up."

Muse is having a nightmare. It starts with just mumbling in sleep, and in the end they cry out for help. What does your muse do?

Aurora was still foggy from the dream, she had been back in the forest, but the forest turned dark and Maleficent had appeared. So she lashed out, and accidentally struck Hans’ arm.

She sat up and gasped for a breath. Placing her hand on her chest, she steadied her breathing. “I’m so sorry.” she said, then she looked up at him, and realized he was in her bedroom, and she was in her nightgown. So she quickly pulled a blanket over her, “Hans, thank you, but why are you in my bedroom?”