#hellsingxmisfits

[mcuntainbcrn]

Gingerbread

Gingerbread: Favorite Christmas family tradition?

//pre-murders, the family would make a batch of christmas cookies and cider

[mcuntainbcrn]

WALTER

W: Can they dance?

//yes - very well; her older sister Tahlia was a professional dancer and she would incorporate some of her sister’s dance moves into her gymnastics routines when she was younger

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

//ANSWERED

L: What is their favourite board game?

//Maggie’s favorite board game is Monopoly, and she is scary good at it

T:Where are they ticklish?

//EVERYWHERE - thanks to her sensory disorder, she is horrribly ticklish

E:How are they with children?

//ANSWERED

R:What are their hands like?

//they’re small, pale and covered in scars, usually with heavy scabbing and bruising along the knuckles.

[dominiquecyclops]

: ♠ : -                   “~And believe me he can still do the thing. Even if it takes a bit of prodding.” 

The woman's laughter could be heard in the background. Jan’s explanation of Vampires cracked her up.

[rozenmaidenningyo-blog]

hellsingxmisfits

     Step... Step... The doll could hear someone climbling up the flight of stairs in the house, probably thinking it was unoccupied.

     Without wanting to reveal her presence and the fact that the house was not empty, she peeked around the corner, watching the strange shadow as it moved around the hallway.

[mcuntainbcrn]

♣ - a fading memory

She could scarcely recall it...their voices...the way they smelled...their particular variety of warmth...it was muted now...cold...nearly odorless save for the stench of iron from the blood...no kindly voices...no warmth...no sweetness...no chuckling or peals of laughter...only fear...fear and terrible screams...anguished shrieks and pleas to be spared...for the others to be spared...all ignored...every one...she could barely remember them before the chaos following her admission...all the comforting, pleasant memories...covered in a sea of blood, viscera...and that dreadful song on repeat.

[houndofgod]

Amazonite

amazonite:what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

[Oof, it’s incredibly circumstantial. She dislikes lying outright but she will do it when it comes to hiding the existence of supernatural creatures from normal people, usually. Other times she’s very good at not telling the truth without actually lying. So she will say something that is technically true but will be read as something else. She hates when other people do the same thing though.]

[mcuntainbcrn]

A Crisis Of Conscience

@hellsingxmisfits

Maggie curled up in the corner of the room furthest from the door, knowing it was only a matter of time before Zorin’s illusionary nightmares would start again, shaking hands running over the small bump that had surfaced over the course of her confinement, the only thing that kept her sane...the only thing she had of her lover...their unborn child, slowly but surely formed within her.

She feared almost constantly for the life stirring within her, knowing the more it developed and grew, the more danger it was in, and as happy the knowledge of the impending birth had made her upon her initial discovery of her pregnancy...that was how deeply her fear ran now, knowing full well that the instant her child no longer required her to survive...that it would be ripped from her arms, and that he...or she...would never know its parents.

Tears ran down her cheeks as fast as she could swipe them away, knowing that Hans would never know his child...that their child would never know him...that they would remain oblivious to each other’s very existence...and that the werewolf and their child would never know what became of her; she heard it again...the familiar footfalls approaching her cell, saw the very walls begin to shift and change, signalling Zorin’s arrival as a fresh wave of despair spread through her, “Not again...n-no...no more...” Maggie choked piteously as the stench of blood struck her nostrils and visions of her family...of Hans appeared before her eyes as she balled herself even further into the corner.

She sobbed quietly, deaf to the raucous laughter outside the cell...blind to the eyes that trained themselves on her from within the cell itself, pink eyes that were teeming with guilt as they watched the all too familiar scene unfold again.

[mcuntainbcrn]

Missing Mate: Mindgames

@hellsingxmisfits cont. from here [x]

Maggie shrank back when he appeared, thinking it must have surely been a delusion conjured up by her sleep deprived mind....until he touched her...making her flinch initially before the gloved hand reestablished itself on her cheek; warm...very warm...but she knew something wasn’t right with this picture, that something, no matter how comfortably familiar this felt...that it was wrong...and the longer she stared in bewildered silence, the more errors her eyes came across.

Gloves...long coat...hat...wrong...all wrong...not him, not the werewolf...not her lover, not Hans Not Hans NOT HANS! He never wore those things anymore - not around her.

Violently, she shoved the impostor away, “Get away from me you vile, disgusting little cockroach!” she snarled, her entire face contorting with rage, “You cheap copy! You fraud! Get away from me! You’re sick! You’re filthy! How dare you!?”

The illusionary visage of The Captain began to fracture, fissures forming across his face, body as though he had been morphed into something glasslike before it completely shattered, exposing a tall, muscular woman, a surprised light glowing in her eyes while a cruel sneer remained twisted across her lips, “Salontrick Hündin.” Maggie spat.