Behold! ♱ The Iron Maiden, the White Queen

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5 things you’ll find in my bag 

Notebook

Headphones

Glasses

Wallet

Whatever book I’m currently reading

5 things in my bedroom

Three desks

Laptop

Queen sized bed covered in pillows (like eight of them)

Color changing lamps

MANY MANY Dreamcatchers

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

See the aurora borealis in person

Pay back my mother for all she’s done for me

Meet some of my online friend in person

Write a book of some sort

Possibly be an editor of some sort

5 things that make me happy

Listening to a playlist of mine

Stargazing

Reading mangas

Talking with my friends

Meditating (believe it or not)

5 things that I’m currently into

Hellsing 

Reading about old legends and heroes

Writing poetry (free verse mainly)

Revamping a few of my Ufotable Fate series OC’s

Listening to songs I love like fifteen times in a row

5 things on my to-do list

Being a mom

Keeping healthy

Finding new music (constantly)

Possibly making new friends

Finishing one of many personal projects

5 things you may not know about me

I am a mom to a newborn

I am in a relationship with @odyssean-curator

I am the oldest of my siblings

I used to be able to play quite a few instruments till I got bad carpal tunnel in my fingers and wrists

I am weak for good angst and male characters with certain characteristics.

“I see,” he frowned thoughtfully as he watched her. He didn’t stand just yet. She may have allowed herself to go before him unarmed, but she was no weak-willed wallflower. A quirk appeared in his lips, curling one side upwards as he ran his gaze down her body in an open fascination before returning to her face. There was no sexuality in the gaze, but a curiosity to see if there was a more physical tell of her iron will, “A leader like tha… I think could lead millions by Th force o his will alone.”

She was a lovely creature, tall and waif-like, and the moon bleached her hair silver. Perhaps for other men she could look many in the eye, but she still had to look up to see his when he stood to full height. Instead of standing, he stretched languidly and placed his elbow on the armrest and his chin upon his fist.

“I think I may see a glimmer,” he admitted, but it took more than a spark of light to be sure. She was a Protestant of the Anglican Church. A heretic in his eyes. There had to be more that the demon would bow before her, “but I dinnae ken tha that’s enough.”

♱ - Guarded as always the Heiress glanced down at him.     “Maybe. Even so,  one voice can always lead them astray.”     Integra’s words carried a hidden weight of emotion to them. She had led a good handful to their early graves. All that believed they were working for the crown, for the goodness of others that were so blessedly blind and naive.

     “Have you ever lost everyone except those that are already considered dead?”     

@eisernefrau liked for a starter!

The sun was dipping low, edging toward the horizon. Another night. Another Hunt. Though the air was different. It was like sparks were floating unseen, waiting to spark one hell of a fire. Edmond kept to the shadows for the time being. His mind was still reeling from his tumultuous arrival. The strange dream-like place, the doll, all of it.

Even stranger still was that the fire he always felt burning within could become manifest by his will. Black flames that seemed more like liquid darkness at times. Even with such new power, Edmond had to be careful. He had learned quickly that the Yharnamites did not take well to foreigners. With how high tension was running, he would rather not get caught out in the open by a group of them.

“Someone there?” he asked, turning his head slightly at a noise in the alleyway. “Show yourself.”

♱ - A glimmer of a lantern clinked against an armored thigh as the tip of an engraved saber was staring the other in the face.     “Why should I answer to one that is not of this place?”     Little did the other know of she was not of this Hunt absorbed city of Yharnam. But, of a dream they unknowingly shared. A Hunter’s Dream. 

         a sad smile adorned the vampire’s lips, as she shook her head, & let out a sigh. “that is true…but, i am not human. I HAVE NOT BEEN HUMAN FOR A LONG TIME. since before professor van helsing, actually. i am cursed to walk this earth as A CHILD OF DARKNESS, abandoning my faith, & everything i stood for.” her smile suddenly brightened, a SHEEPISH LAUGH escaping her lips. “it’s not that bad, though! i get to SCARE PEOPLE from time to time, which is always fun, heh.”

         head tilted slightly, a finger placed on her chin in thought. that EXPLAINED a few things, actually. “————ah, i understand! that is why you go by sir integra, instead of DAME, ja? & why you opt to wear suits? mm; ja, THAT MAKES SENSE. although, considering you did murder a man, YOUR OWN UNCLE, NONETHELESS, only a - pardon my french - COMPLETE DUMBARSE would ever think you ‘FRAGILE’. if i am to be completely honest, you are one of the strongest women i’ve met…AND TALLEST…but that’s beside the point.

         "quite the troublemaker, aren’t you, fraulein? hmm…i like to believe no one is truly doomed until they GIVE UP COMPLETELY. you’re not the type of person to just give up, so i don’t see you becoming DOOMED any time soon. as for your appearance, you have that handled even without the cigars. i’m positive anyone who DOESN’T KNOW YOU would think you a man until you spoke.”

♱ - Brow rose in question at the monsteress. The way she spoke of a lack of humanity showed just how humane she was. As if an oxymoron, a walking corpse that was a contradiction to the words spilling from undead lips.     “It amazes me at the signs of that which you say you no longer hold. All due to the fact that you are no longer ‘human’. It both mystifies and interests me, Anne.”

  A slight loud burst of laughter came from the Hellsing heiress. She had never heard someone speak of her in this manner. As if being judged lovingly almost. It is something that none would expect her to enjoy. But, she did. Very much so. There were little individuals that filled Integra’s life with piqued interest and entertainment that were seemingly blessed by the hard-earned trust of the iron maiden. Many that did were in her employ. Loyal pawns, trusted doctors, unstoppable knights,  AND the No Life King himself. Allied alongside, she, the white queen.

♱, Get to know my character. ♱ (Accepting)

♱ -      “Either that I am a man given how I dress or I am a cold hearted witch.”     A tilt of the head is given slowly a brow risen.     “Until I open my mouth and they hear my voice the illusion of being a man is there unless they already know of me.”

“Danke. I have a photographic memory of every timeline in my deaths as vell as remembering small, significant details. It helps to know zhat I can literally valk into people’s memories and dreams too. I can’t vith yours since your ancestor has a protection block vithin your memories. Van Hellsing vas a very intelligent man.”

He taps his lips. “But of course no one else knows zhat because zhey keep blowing my fucking head off so everyone just assumes zhat I’m a dumb cat.”

♱ - A slightly amused smile was upon her face at the ancestry giving protection even from far beyond the grave and dust of grandfather’s bones. At the mention of the cat’s memory it caught Integra off guard.

“How romantic, Frau. Truly. Vhat you got him? A small vile of your blood? Zhat is zhe most romantic to give to a vampire. Virgin blood.”