Without Distinction

Guten tag und Heil! I am Ubersturmführer Rip Van Winkle of the Millenium Organization! Take a look around, but be careful, mein freund~! For my hospitality can run out quite quickly! ((Independent RP blog for Rip Van Winkle from Hellsing. Anon friendly, and OC selective. Any Nazi views of the character are strictly the characters and in no way associated with my own.))

[hellsingxmisfits]

OPEN

[hellsingxmisfits]

And with those words, he draw his one weapon: the Modified FN P90. Did it give him an any better chance of survival when she still had that musket of hers? Hell no! But there was just no way in Hell he’d chicken out of a fight he started.

"Look at the pot callin’ the kettle black~ Now who actually started this fuckin’ war of yers? I know it wasn’t you who waltzed right up into the Hellbitch’s mansion, fucked her shit up, and gave her the shit she needed to know so we could get this fuckin’ thing started!" He laughed.

"Now what the fuck did you do? Cuz from what I heard, you sat on a boat, shot down a few planes, and what fuckin’ happened next? Hmm? Tell me cuz I’m dyin’ to know."

"Oh wait, that’s right~ You ran. The fuck. Away. And cried. An’ yer callin’ me a shit stain?"

[undunserdersieg]

"It took you an army! An army of imbeciles to do what I did on my own! And you were not even brought down by a proper vampire! You were terminated. Because even though you set the ball rolling, you failed so miserably!"

Rip's upper lip curled. "Go ahead. Shoot me. Unlike you, I will not be taken down by a mere bullet."

[undunserdersieg]

OOC :

Appologies for being so quiet ^.^; The past couple of days have been a trip and a half, and it's only about to get busier!

[theboyfriendstagram]

Tumblr+ shipping 

[invademyinbox]

The 38th icon in your folder is your character being confronted by their lovers father.

[opalluchus]

[undunserdersieg]

[askboxmemethings]

Try to break my muse in five words or less.

[undunserdersieg]

Open Starter

[eyepatchedgunslinger]

” Would you like a drink? What is ze reason to wonder into a bar wizout drinking a few?”

[undunserdersieg]

Finally he spoke in a language she knew. French was not something she had taken to learning .

"A drink, ja. Sorry, for a while their I couldn't understand your accent." As if Rip was one to talk.

[undunserdersieg]

Open Starter

"What... what are you saying?"

[hellsingxmisfits]

OPEN

[hellsingxmisfits]

"Like a give a fuck what you think. That shit ain’t even for you fucker ta hear, so I don’t know what yer gettin’ yer panties all in a twist for~” His hand relaxed, only slightly though. Another thing he’d heard about her was that she had a certain sadism to her. That she wouldn’t hesitate o kill her allies if she felt the need to.

"Or maybe I should say bloomers ‘r whatever the fuck they’re called. Ya know what? I’ll just call ‘em granny panties~"

[undunserdersieg]

It wasn't about underwear. Rip couldn't care less. It was the insinuation that went with it. The way this Unranked soldier talked down to her. That was what brought the gun down from her shoulders.

"Such bold words for such a tiny little shit stain. And the last words. Such a shame. You might have actually been of use if you kept your filthy mouth shut."

[ariseasvictorarchived]

Sentence Meme: "The Lion In Winter"

In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.

When the fall is all there is, it matters.

I’m villifying you for God’s sake - pay attention!

I could peel you like a pear and God himself would call it justice!

I am a king - I am no man’s “boy”!

A king? Because you put your ass on purple cushions?

Well, what shall we hang… the holly, or each other?

You cannot imagine what that ‘yes’ cost.

I keep informed; I follow all your slaughters from a distance.

Is this an audience… a good night hug with kisses… or an ambush?

We’re both alive… and for all I know that’s what hope is.

I know exactly what you will do, and exactly what you won’t, and I’ve told you exactly nothing.

How dear of you to let me out of jail.

"What If" is a game for scholars.

Hush dear, mother’s fighting.

My life, when it is written, will read better than it lived.

Not in Alexandria, or Rome, or Camelot has there been such a queen.

We’re off to Rome to see the Pope.

Oh God, but I do love being king!

When I bellow, bellow back.

You’re so deceitful you can’t ask for water when you’re thirsty.

I haven’t got a thing to lose - that makes me dangerous.

He’ll sell us all, you know… but only if he thinks we think he won’t.

It’s got my troops all over it; that makes it mine.

I never heard a corpse complain of how it got so cold.

Love me, little lamb, or leave me.

I am a constant soldier, a sometime poet, and I will be king.

Come stick pins tomorrow morning; I’ll be more responsive.

Come for me!

It’s no fun goading anyone tonight.

There’s no affection for me here; you wouldn’t think I’d want that, would you?

Kings, queens, knights everywhere you look, and I’m the only pawn.

Of all the lies you’ve told, that is the most terrible.

Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten.

Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives!

For the love of God, can’t we love one another just a little - that’s how peace begins.

The day those stout hearts band together is the day that pigs get wings.

I could have conquered Europe - all of it - but I had women in my life.

Come now, you haven’t got the feel for this at all.

What family doesn’t have its ups and downs?

[iscariotsdevil-deactivated20150]

       Enrico turned quickly, his hair flying off his shoulder and his violet eyes narrowing at the woman.  

                              German.

                                                    Millennium.

                     ” It’s your grace. I’m not the pope.  

                                              What do you want? “

[undunserdersieg]

"There is little grace in swearing in your position."

Rip pushed her glasses up with a gloved hand, a slow smile making its way onto her freckled features. What did she want? Well for him to die, that would be nice. But the Vatican was not their enemy. Not yet.

"Are the common folk not allowed to speak to those supposedly under God's umbrella? Is the church really so detached from everyone else?"

[decayingfawn]

[suzore-blog]

Schrodinger in Lion King!

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[suzore-blog]

[bishop-enrico-maxwell-deactivat]

We don’t know much about him, (beside the fact that he’s cute) but let’s get him famous! He needs more love!

[divineoni-deactivated20231005]

He’s literally a male redheaded Heinkel

[theidoloftimeandspace]

according to some folk lore, vampires are kind of obsessive compulsive and like to count things like rice, grains, ect.

dude just toss a bunch of beans in front of alucard and watch him count it

thats it thats how you defeat alucard throw a bunch of tedious items in front of him

[inboxstuff]

My muse is furious, how does yours calm them down?

[iscariotsdevil-deactivated20150]

       Enrico sighed, his head in his hands as he sighed. Things were happening too fast, and it got the bishop rather…upset. He was tired, and stressed, and really needed to get away.

                          ” Cazzo. “

[undunserdersieg]

"Tut tut. Und I thought priests weren't supposed to curse." 

Rip smirked, one eyebrow raised as she watched the silver-haired man. He practically smelled of the papacy. And that collar? A beacon in the dark.

"You walk dangerously, your Holiness. Of all people, I would think you would know what monsters lurk on the streets."