In loving memory of EinhanderZwei
How long have you been on DeviantArt?
I have been here six and a half years.
What does your username mean?
My username was a girly version (+pretty) of a word I used to describe my interest in punk rock and fashion at the time I made the account (punkae). It is, in part, a piece of history from my book of personal interests and part gibberish. One thing is certain - I liked it enough to keep it all these years! I guess this is because it's pretty unique.
Describe yourself in three words.
Are you left or right handed?
Both, actually, though I tend to use my right hand a little more for art. I use both about equally for writing, and for things like crafting, my left hand often leads.
What is your favourite type of art to create?
Digital paintings and traditional work in the form of ballpoint pen sketches and acrylic paintings. I would say oil, but I ran out a while ago and haven't had the money go buy more oils.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
Hybrid of realism and a stylization that somewhat resembles an anime influence.
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
Photography, cute animals, well-made or inspiring crafts, and beautiful digital and traditional work alike, I don't think I tend to favorite one or another more consciously.
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
If I gave a single answer to this, I'd be in trouble with a lot of lovely people.
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
Daystar-Art is amazing. I'd love to meet her! Coincidentally, she is one of my very first friends here on dA!
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
I have received an immeasurable amount of support for emotional, inspiration, motivation, professional issues, and many more. I cannot even begin to thank my friends and those I have run into here over the years for how much they have helped shape me as an artist and a person.
What are your preferred tools to create art?
I prefer acrylic paints, illustration board, canvas, sketch paper, ballpoint pens, charcoal, and for digital art, Manga Studio 5, Adobe Photoshop, Wacom Intuos 5 Medium, and Wacom Intuos Pro Large.
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
My room or the top of a mountain (literally). I have been known to take long hikes to the top of a mountain with a sketch pad and/or an easel and a set of paints. It's amazing. My room is inspirational because it is mine, and it is filled with happy memories. The sun shining through the window is usually inspiration enough to get me going. (:
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory
Among my many favorites, I'll pull one out. Many years ago now, I used to talk a lot with CoCooTze. I especially remember messaging him in notes when I was in Trig class. Although I didn't learn much Trigonometry that year, I had a lot of fun and wouldn't have traded it for the world!
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"A Favor is Never Free"
A Hellsing fanfiction By Punkae
"Do you think you can follow my instructions, police woman?" he challenged her, voice even more sly coming through the phone. Seras flushed.
"Of course! I promise to practice loading and unloading my firearms until you get back," she fumbled over her words, in a rush to please the Master, a feat she never seemed quite capable enough to accomplish.
"And another thing, my dearest girl," Seras could hear the smile in his voice. "I want you to practice your escape tactics as well. I heard you made progress in leaps and bounds the last time I was out of town," he chuckled, and Seras's face went tomato red. Had Integra told him exactly what she was doing? And if so, did that mean he wanted her to...
"I have to go now. Be a good girl, and make sure you do everything I asked, now. You want to be good for your Master, don't you?" He was just teasing her now.
"I... that is.." she stuttered, then paused to take a breath, calming herself. "Of course. I will do all that you ask, Master. See you soon."
"Until later, sweet police woman."
Seras turned to her open closet, which housed shelves upon shelves of weapons and amunition. The Hellsing Anti-Midians rifle was nice, but she still felt awkward with it. Figuring that's what she could use the most practice with, she assembled it and pulled a box of ammo down from the shelf. After all, the Harkonnen could only be reloaded once or twice in the average fight. She could always try to load it faster, but her speed with it was probably about maxed out.
Sighing, she got to work. Check chamber, load, scope, unload, check chamber, load, scope, unload, check chamber... times about a thousand.
When her eyes were tired of looking at the hunk of metal in her hands, she packed the pieces back up and stored it safely on a shelf with the rest of her arms collection. Time for the fun stuff, she giggled internally, a rush of eagerness coursing through her. She had so many new toys to play with as well, though she hadn't used most of them yet. As the bad guys sometimes had more than rope, she figured she'd best keep up with the times and practice escaping various devices as well.
The leather mitts meant for covering hands halfway to the elbow had cost her nearly a month's allowance. The little bit she had left, she spent on an unpickable lock and a new collar. In all likelihood, it probably was pickable, just not easily so. Either way, it well served the purpose of giving her a difficult situation to get out of. The idea was to put on her left mitt, pull the laces tight and tie a knot, hook the lock through the ring on her mitt and to the one on her collar, and leaving it open, put on her other mitt, using her teeth to fasten the ties for this one, carefully hook its ring into the lock as well, and on hands and knees, squeezing her fingers as best she could through the mitts, click the lock securely in place. She would then have to find a way to escape the mitts themselves. She was fairly confident that with an amount of wriggling and contorting herself, she could get the job done.
However, the reality was, she couldn't. The key she'd so generously laid on the floor in front of herself posed a small challenge of being picked up with her mouth, but Seras found she could pick it up by carefully pinching the ring it was on with her enlongated incisors. Getting the lock sprung with mitted hands was another story.
Panting on the floor in front of her bed, Seras rolled onto her back and tried to catch her breath. No amount of struggling, squeezing her hands and mentally cursing the device proved to be useful. After dropping the key several times when the leather proved too buttery to support holding such a small object, Seras sincerely hoped no one ever used these blasted things on her if she were captured. They were utterly impossible!
She resigned herself to waiting, possibly just taking a nap, until she could figure out what to do. About ten minutes into staring at the ceiling, an ever-familiar clicking sound echoed from down the hall on the other side of her room's door. Rather embarrassed, she recalled the last scenario involving self-bondage and Integra entering her chambers. Something so mortifying, and yet so arousing, was not soon to be forgotten.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Miss Victoria! Are you in?"
Seras felt her face get hot. On one hand, it was the perfect time to ask for help. On the other, she could pretend not to be here and let Integra leave, but as she'd already strugged for at least an hour with the mitts, it was safe to say she wasn't escaping them on her own today.
"Y-yes, sir," she called out softly. "Actually -" The door opened, and in stepped her solemn, handsome employer, the Master of her Master. A brief look of surprised rippled the surface of the otherwise cool and collected Integra Hellsing, then she smirked.
"I need some help, if you would be so kind," Seras's voice trembled.
"Why, whatever for, Miss? You look like you're having quite a good time without my interference." The mockery was in good humor but brought Seras's cowering self confidence to the floor nonetheless.
"I-" she lost her grip on the key, and trying to regain it, fell over and managed to drop the tiny piece of metal. She could hear it hit the floor and bounce away. All hope was surely lost.
"Hm?" Integra straightened her glasses. "Spit it out, police woman."
"I would like to get out of this. I've been trying for..." she struggled a bit more, the rings of her mitts clinking against the lock and ring of her collar, "quite some time, and I'm tired," she sighed, defeated.
"Well, I can't see how you hoped to accomplish anything in here in the first place," the imposing figure stated. "It's so dark. No wonder you kept dropping that key."
Integra leaned down to inspect the bindings. "You've done quite a number on yourself, little one." Seras flushed and hoped that in this, the darkness was her ally. "Well, it's no matter. I'll get the key and sort it out for you over in my room, where we can actually see what we're doing."
Integra's room? --
The thought was interrupted by silvery hair that brushed her cheek as the Hellsing woman bent to search for the tiny key. She rummaged around, then stopped briefly, removed her glasses, and put them on Seras.
"I don't want these falling off. Take good care of them, or the replacement will come out of your pay."
Seras nodded vaguely, noting how the dark shadows changed drastically with the addition of spectacles. Is this how Integra sees things without them? Everything was blurry, and when she moved her head, the area around her periferal warped drastically. It would be truly terrible to see like that without aid. No wonder Hellsing was always wearing her glasses.
"Well, you've gone and done it now, Miss Victoria. I can't find it anywhere. I suppose I'll have to pick the lock."
"But, it's... unpickable," Seras trailed off.
"You really bought an unpickable lock for your first excercise in tying to escape from this device?" Hellsing tugged the lock upward, forcing Seras to stare into her gaze through glasses fogged by her blush.
"Erm, ... yes?" she squeaked.
Helling removed the glasses and wiped them with her shirt before resting them gently atop the bridge of her nose. She sighed.
"I can pick almost any lock. I suppose it's just another challenge. Let's go." She hoisted the young vampire up by the seat of her britches, and she was glad anew that this time, at least, she was fully clothed. Though her skirt rode up significantly from this, at least she had the dignity of underwear. It's the little things, you know?
Integra turned and was doing something unseen with her hands. The back of her coat ruffled slightly. Confused, Seras simply waited. When the woman turned around, she held in her hand a soft, braided belt and approached the vampire.
"You've never been to my chambers, and I'll take no chances with you getting lost," she smiled menacingly, looping one end of the belt through the ring of Seras's collar and fastening it closed at the other end.
"But I can surely-"
"No ifs, ands, or buts, police woman. You've more than earned this," Sir Hellsing stated and turned, holding the end of the belt casually with her right hand thrown back over-shoulder.