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hanelizabeth · 15 days

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before james was old enough to wield a seraph blade his weapon of choice was rather questionable…🪿

characters by @cassandraclare 🤍

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mensiscollar · 1 month

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bloodborne day is upon us

#ive been sick and barely have energy to do anything but i got rly autistic and stayed up to finish this #my art #seraph doodles #bb #bloodborne #soulsborne #ludwig #laurence #micolash #gehrman #maria #ludwig the holy blade #laurence the first vicar #micolash host of the nightmare #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria of the astral clocktower #i also have to work in like an hour and i havent slept #but it was worth it i guess

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maidoftheday · 3 months

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Today’s Maid of the Day: Shinoa Hiragi from Owari no Seraph

#anime #shinoa hiragi #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #owari no seraph: bloody blades #anime maid #maid of the day #happy valentine's day

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reginrokkr · 1 year

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Footprints are left in their wake one by one on the blanket of snow, step by step as Dáinsleif treads the grounds of unknown lands. No sight of humankind nor of any shape or form of any civilization left behind or human activity whatsoever. Only monsters he hasn't seen before, while they are reminiscent of Abyss-affiliated fiends judging by the powers they draw and sometimes the anthropomorphic form they have. As star beasts in Teyvat, these are no laughing matter nor deserve to let one's guard down no matter how skilled one may be.

The sheer cold and snow that never seems to melt begets curiosity within the seraph's mind, ever wondering about the ecosystem of this world and if that is the reason why there is no human life here— or perhaps there may be none at all to be had if humans don't exist in this place. Dáinsleif is cognizant of the fact that inhospitable lands can be incompatible with other forms of life, too.

Not long before he decides to rest does he see from afar metallic fences and machinery that he opts for walking some more and have a look, albeit never intruding into territory he doesn't know. Whoever or whatever created this, he cannot be sure whether they will act kindly within his presence. Where creations lay so must loom nearby their creators and ere long does Dáinsleif find out that said creators are humans. Good, so long as mankind exists in this star, so his possibilities to learn about this vast universe will increase.

Rubescent lips part to heave a content sigh for such pleasant discovery and so Dáinsleif turns on his heels to leave. His aching muscles beg for rest, so does his mind after an undetermined amount of time walking and seeing little more than a vast albor ocean of snow. Somewhere discreet where he cannot be found yet not too far from the settlement is the chosen location to rest until a fox's cry causes his guard to be up once more, trained eyes in search of any presence that must've caused the tundra animal to be in distress.

Against his aching muscle's will, he rouses on his feet and searches for any living being activity within his vicinities. The source of the cry is found with immediacy as soon as a man's figure —judging by his muscular-looking back and broad shoulders— crouching catches his attention. With one hand he holds the poor fox in place while it struggles to thrash about in order to break free from his grasp and with the other snow is grabbed and brought to his lips. Despite the oddity of eating or drinking snow, stellar pupils take notice of a patch of blood making itself evident through the fabric of his top-wear on his arm.

❝You are hurt.❞ Only after these words abandon his lips does the seraph berate himself mentally at the prospect that the man may not understand the language. Even so, his voice stands low and gentle, tone does wonders to communicate feelings when language cannot establish a bridge of understanding. Dáinsleif ignores if what little fauna that lives in these snowy plains may be drawn to blood and thus put the man in danger, or if his life is endangered depending on the amount of blood that was spilled. His index finger points towards his own arm, pointing to the location of the other's injury to make himself clearer through signals. ❝Blood loss is detrimental in a place like this and I happen to have some medical knowledge.❞ One step brings him closer to the man, slow and measured to not generate hostility. His hand stretches towards him, an invitation. ❝Do you need help?❞

@longzhua ✦

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wikitpowers · 1 month

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fuck it i’m just gonna say it: i want dru blackthorn to step on me and i’m not ashamed to admit it

#hashtag no regrets #the POWER she will hold over me is out of this world #like im crushing on her so bad #imagine she whips out a seraph blade and slays some mf #u expect me to what?!#not fall in love???#she’s insane #dru blackthorn #the wicked powers #twp #tsc

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distinguished-slacker · 3 months

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I just realised it now but at the end of the chapter Ferid said “It’s time we jumped up to the front of the line at the end of the world”. Of course, we don’t know what his intentions are but if he means ‘eliminating’ his competition the fact that he was doing all of this while watching Shinoa squad…

#I just want to see the squad in action #Shinoa is busy with Shikama sooo #give me some battle axe bow double blades action pls #but don’t kill them #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons chapter 134

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withoutzeuzey · 1 year

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Some more sketches about random Bloody Blades cards

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #owari no seraph bloody blades #bloody blades #fanart #guren ichinose #krul tepes #sayuri hanayori

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mechaseraph · 26 days

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Thinking about Blade now and I am trying to remember anything out of it properly and Somehow it is mostly blank, just a loud screaming of despair filling the space of its info in my brain Tachibana sopping pathetic wet cat tho i remember

#shut up seraph #once you watch kamen rider blade you change it is a show #can't say if i mean it as /pos or /neg #you should watch kamen rider blade by the way they don't make shows that feel like it anymore

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gureshinlover · 1 year

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Happy Valentines Day!

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #bloody blades #shinya hiiragi #ons #shinya

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lildoodlenoodle · 1 year

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Midwestern Gothic SPN: Jacob’s Ladder, Jacob’s Slide

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cephalololopod · 1 year

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YOU DESERVE THOSE FOLLOWERS YOUR STUFF IS GREAT!!! <3

I’d love to see your interpretation of how the holyvicar confession goes (the reference was 100% intentional I am so funny now LAUGH), assuming they do before things go poopy anyways

Ahhh, thank you so much!! (I see what you did there, yes I do. And I appreciate the reference very much, hehe~)

Now, as for how I think confessions would go:

Ludwig has confessed to Laurence every single day since he realized what the unfathomable, unbearable warmth in his chest truly meant. Everything he does for the vicar; promise, action, and touch, are ways he declares his affections. His devotion and love seep into every single fiber of his being when he is with Laurence, so those three specific words never seem like enough. How could mere words be enough for this feeling that overwhelms him, closes up his throat every time he looks into those eyes? Instead, Ludwig tries to sink his love into Laurence's skin with kisses, with prayers and promises.

Laurence knows.

He knows what Ludwig means when he looks at him with those earnest eyes as a gentle kiss is pressed to his gloved knuckles. He knows the wellspring of that devotion comes from so deeply inside his Holy Blade that surely, if Ludwig ever found the right words, he would drown Laurence in their multitude.

He covets these silent declarations of love like precious gems, to be kept locked up in his chest, clutched around his dull heart with the ferocity of a beast's claw. Perhaps it is only the reflection of Ludwig's own love that shines back at him, Laurence thinks from time to time, with something akin to pity. Yet the thought of letting go of his most valiant knight is an unpleasant one, makes his nails dig into cloth, skin, latching on tighter.

(If he loves, surely it is a jealous thing, so protective over the source of softness that he himself does not even realize it.)

#asks #frostfall24 #Thank you for the request!!#And for reading my fic!#I know this was kind of vague but I genuinely don't think they have the capacity to get it together prior to things going bad #they need to learn how to talk about their emotions #seraph writes #laurence the first vicar #ludwig the holy blade #holyvicar

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mortalisla · 1 year

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Time: Late night, after hours Location: Roman Police HQ Characters: @arastirmacii & @mortalisla

Thanks to Isla, The Eye had been able to infiltrate not only areas of higher government, but now the human police that made up the city of Rome. She’d texted her boss at The Eye, reporting on something abnormal found on a body that she thought they ought to look at with more eyes. Taking a few photos wouldn’t cut it this time, and there was no way to bring an entire corpse outside the station without loads of time and energy wasted on bureaucracy. So she waited for her boss, easily convincing the coroner (who she had gotten close to) to leave her alone in the morgue and unlocking back doors for Sanem to come in on her own. Isla stared at the would on the body, as though he were sliced through with hot light or something similar. She hadn’t seen anything like it before, a combination of magic and weaponry perhaps.

“She’ll be here soon. Hang in there,” Isla glanced down at the sheet of paper with the victim’s information, “John Doe... Ugh.” She muttered quietly, whether it was to herself or to the dead body was the question. “How do they not know who you are?”