#gunslingerwolfe

[bxrdofhermes]

gunslingerwolfe replied to your post:            ❝…And when was the last time that    ...

[*weak sobbing because I’m on mobile and can’t reply on my Walter blog.*]

[ weeps as well, mourning the epic that might have been. ]

[araiduponthemorn]

arch-bishop-makube & gunslingerwolfe

Seras just stares at the two of them and sighs.                                  "... Sail on, Iscariot."

[araiduponthemorn]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

To: Wolfe of Iscariot

Message: I know this is pretty unexpected, but Sir Integra wanted me to get in contact with someone from Iscariot to make sure that the RSVP that the Arch Bishop sent would hold. we both know that he loves annoying Sir Integra by being late, but she'd prefer him to be on time this time.

Message: Also, sorry for how late it is. 2 am is considered to be my day time. :P

[ariseasvictorarchived]

... and I would have succeeded, were it not for those pesky God and Jesus fellows!

Eddie Izzard, Dress to Kill

[haretiker]

gunslingerwolfe replied to your post:.

[because she is. She’s just so precious you want to pinch her on the cheeks. I mean you wouldn’t because she’d bite off your fingers, but still. Ngl, I adored her for ages and if I thought I could do her justice I’d have made a blog for her by now. ]

((tbh she was the character I intended on roleplaying when I first got into Hellsing but wow look what happened XD ))

[haretiker]

gunslingerwolfe replied to your post:gunslingerwolfe replied to your post:[ 卐 ] -...

[*pets* All good. I just totally forgot]

((Look at what you did Heinkel I hop you're proud ))

[haretiker]

gunslingerwolfe replied to your post:[ 卐 ] - “Vould you stop zat?!” There’s no...

[*flops* ….shit. sorry]

(Don't worry this is completely ic I'm fine ^^ ))

[ewigeskind-blog]

"It's just a dream" (huehuehue - this could be interesting)

Pain. Pain, pain -- why was it always pain? 

It vibrated through her entire body, causing every breath to wrack her chest, every movement to sear her nerves. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew it hurt. She wasn't sure what she had done to displease them so, but she knew she would never do it again; whatever "it" was.

Another shock came, shooting up her body, squeezing her lungs, until all she could do was scream. Her hands latched onto the nearest person and squeezed -- squeezed in an effort to make it all go away.

And then, through the pain and the fear, a voice called out. 

Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.

The words repeated themselves in Rip's head as she fought for purchase from their pain. Eventually, she managed to open her eyes. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, but when they did, Rip pulled her hands back, realizing that the thing she had been squeezing was the other woman's shoulder.

"Apologies," the vampire croaked, then cleared her throat. She was trying so very hard not to give into the burn of tears in her throat. "Danke. Danke, freund."

Rip prayed she hadn't torn into the other woman's shoulder.