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[noctaria]

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 before something or someone comes crashing down tonight & this time, it's his agent. well, after that crude & unfortunate cleave ── his ex agent. does this little rat think human workers grow on trees now.... ? judging by the amount of fresh blood outlining his muscular frame & wolfish grin, dottore quickly deducts a solid ' no. ' what a nuisance. pierro is going to have a field day with all the paperwork later & especially how thirty-six fatui workers were discovered dead under his own care, all because of a single intruder.

❝ hmph. ❞ placing a scalpel down, dottore removes his surgical gloves one by one before idly smacking them down on top of his half-sawn test subject: a naked middle-aged man with few wisps of dark hair, brittle body & an open stomach full of what appears to be dark blue cables instead of intestines. ❝ too skilled for a treasure hunter, too crass for a spy, & certainly much too eager for the ' corps of thirty. ' i do wonder, ❞ the doctor muses, at long last turning away from the surgical table in order to face the excited intruder, ❝ were you hired... ? ❞

despite the very apparent danger, dottore remains calm & perfectly poised, placing a lone hand 'pon the hip in a almost lazy, nonchalant gesture before oh so casually adding: ❝ ── how much? ❞

[b-erserk]

𝐆𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠; he simply stared uncomfortably long with that crooked smirk, weighing between the thrill of the hunt or offer of better pay. Then, carelessly so, he walks in, each heavy step inciting loud and jarring cracks from the battered door. He is large in stature, well-built, hardened with each ripened muscle accentuated against worn leather and dark cloth.

He raises his blood stained armament with one single heave, scattering crimson flecks across uncharted ground. Those voracious eyes swept around, and damn, what a sight. The entire room resembled a cage: pristine, and sickeningly perfect for whatever spectacle its owner had. Guts nodded to himself, arrogant and unbothered, pondering on whenever to accept the proposition of selling his blade or . . .

The weight of the slab-like blade sheared through the air as Guts swung it in one brutal arc, halting its cold surface a few inches away from the man’s neckline. The sheer reach of it was monstrous, possibly why so many of those grunts now slept permanently. His crooked grin pulled at his lips further as a dangerous glint flickered through those restless eyes. ❝ Couple thousand already sits in my pocket, ❞ he muttered lowly. ❝ Make this worth the trouble. ❞

[b-erserk]

Hey there good lookin  ~  Won’t ya stop for a minute  ? ?  I’ve got something good for you, trust me. Your life isn’t complete without it, that’s right,  Guts from Berserk.  This big bad boy can give you all the feelings you need,  so why don’t you give a plump  squeeze on  ♥  that or press that  ↻ .  I’ll pack this bad boy your way.  

[b-erserk]

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃, an uninvited presence that many would've taken a day of leave just to avoid.

Buried deep beneath a well-established outpost situated in a vast coat of frost, where countless men and women of reputable prestige ensured the Fatui’s dominion remained absolute, a mercenary had been seen moving through the laboratory’s hallways. They had tried — and tried they did, but in his wake they were swiftly overwhelmed, leaving blemished splashes of blood across pristine walls of white as the aftermath of a fight no one had been prepared to win.

A large Fatui member rushed into the doctor’s sanctum, slamming the doors open hard enough to shake the frame. He was wheezing, frantically mustering just enough air to form any sensible words.

“ S-sir @noctaria! We’ve. . . we've got an intruder! ” the man exclaimed, balling over to inhale as much air as possible. It was there and then, swift and precise — a blade lacerated through the grunt's back, killing him faster than words could escape.

The agent barely had time to react, his report dying in his throat as he collapsed forward and beyond him stood someone far too eager for this meeting.

Village peasants paid a pretty penny for this guy's head, unless his coin could speak louder.

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

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@namelessxflowers inquired: ❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ from Hilde :3c An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

❝ Cut it out, ❞ He speaks dismissively, wanting not to be catered to as if a lost child with few bruises. The man's only salvageable hand bled profusely from a cut she'd given him during a spar, yet the pain was familiar, almost tenderly welcomed. ❝ I can handle it, you ain't no errand boy. ❞ Our warrior peruses with his bloodied hand through a leather pouch, revealing a common herb by the name of 'Sheperd's Bush'.

Before he could try to bandage it himself, she stepped forward without warning. Her presence was unyielding as stone, and her eye, sharp as ever, made little to notice his rather dismissive nature as a whole.

She brushes aside his hand with ease, ignoring his growl of protest. Her fingers were gentle despite her barbaric nature, caressing the wound, sealing it with salve. The touch was unexpected, yet... careful. His protest came undone, leaving behind a tired man who sighed in actual defeat. She was free to feel his hand, after all, she earned it.

[b-erserk]

Long is the memory of her, distant and yet all too real. Her spring fragrant hair, her naive unblemished eyes brimming vividly, those small touches radiating with a type of warmth so unattainable; he still remembers her smile under that unfortunate day, and how she gave her life so easily to preserve his when they barely met.

His silence pays homage to a single spring blossom that is released from his crude hand, so it may ride the kissing winds 'till it reaches its destined land. One day, maybe one day, her image will fade altogether and that ounce of guilt sleeps with it too.

[b-erserk]

Gambino gave the order - only one would be leaving the ring alive. The captive man came rushing like a wild beast, howling and swinging his brandished axe with uncontrollable abandon. Things never changed, THIS never changed and those unfortunate enough to be captured would be pitted against whoever the leader decided.

Our mercenary, despite young in age, watched with surgical precision how his opponent charged with a lack of poise. It was simple, whoever delivered the first strike would decide the outcome of it all, and even though the man came charging with his gargantuan height, the teen did little in terms of shying away.

Calloused hands strongly gripped at the long broadsword, leveraging it as if it were a direct extension of himself. The earth faintly quaked, the man's mouth bellowed and in one swift motion it was all over. The giant's axe was swung down in one motion, crashed against Guts' blade, it swerved aside to meet mush soil and the man's robust chest bid welcome to an intrusive cold piece of iron.

The cavity opened sweetly, whilst its innards guided its uninvited guest deep enough to marry a beating heart. They say something always stays when someone dies, and perhaps that was all too true, for as the man buckled on a single knee and captured a sight of Guts, he saw not a teenager - this young man was a source of unadulterated violence, raw, intense and those eyes did not betray.

Alas our warrior pulled his armament out, swung it to wipe away any blood and shared a glance at Gambino who bitterly sneered; the man was unhappy with the outcome.

[b-erserk]

I am absolutely in love with this new gift. I've been absent for a long while, yet here we are, with @s-talking giving me something really unbelievable and gorgeous. I've been looking at it for awhile now and can't express just how amazing it looks as a whole.

Thank you @s-talking, for every gift and for sticking around with me despite disappeared without a trace. I won't be changing this lovely banner for anything!

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

[b-erserk]

@s-talking inquired: ❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

When control had been reestablished, it was already too late. It all happened so fast, so fluidly, like a dream where someone, or something else drove everything and our warrior was simply a bystander watching. Gut's chest heaved heavily as his brutish mass knelt over Envy, his bloodied hands still gripped the young man's wrists to the soil. That horrible haze fogged the mind yet, whispering, gnawing at the edge of his teetering mind, showing him uncontrollable images of Envy's body being devoured, mangled, raped by that that creature meant to be himself.

Guts could see the damage he'd caused, saw how Envy's breath came off as raspy, his clothes torn and his fair skinned body was battered but thankfully he hadn't gone too far yet with the assault. Not a moment more, our warrior pulled back as a wave of faint tremors washed over his entire existence, reverberating his very core as a human being. To believe he'd gone this far - almost sexually assaulted someone, committed to something he abhorred - and yet Envy shared an empty smile in response.

He takes a step back, two even, before crashing down against a nearby tree. His heart pounded in his chest, the guilt ate at him whilst the entire weight of the scenario buried him alive in a hole he couldn't crawl out from. His body is covered in sweat, whilst sealed lips failed to muster the courage to create any sensible words. It is then and there that he truly froze, when Envy got up and knelt aside him, whispering words barely audible to anyone else but Guts: ❝ You didn’t want to… I know, ❞ Envy said, his words soft and devoid of any hurt in a strange sense, as if unfazed, ❝ It’s not all you. It never was. ❞

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@fallesto inquired: 💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

Not a soul is either heard nor seen in the graveyard's belly, save for the casual whisper of wind weaving among the dead, brittle flowers that once bloomed candidly in the spring. Our warrior stood nearby the rotting tombstones, not to mourn but to instill misfortune on a brutish giant known to terrorise the local town. It is not in his nature to take odd jobs, albeit, he is appreciative of the funds to gather essentials.

His predatory eyes, sharp and cold, scanned the scenery, looking for any sign of movement. The mission was uncomplicated — eviscerate the large man killing and raping the local folk, men and women alike — and that's something easy enough to accomplish. The stench of decay clung to the air, mingling with the dampness of the earth.

Our warrior's powerful hand gripped the hilt of his broadsword, unsheathing its sleeping steel from its sheathe as soon as he'd heard a couple twigs snap. He wouldn't be taking any chances to be caught off-guard, even if whoever was approaching amidst the mist was a simple "bystander".

[b-erserk]

THE BLOOD DEBT MUST BE PAID and once more they come uninvited, thirsting for him whose skin bear the mark of the damned. No hope of salvation, no reprieve from the gnarled fangs glimmering in the dark, our warrior bears arms against the incoming tide that rises from the battlefield as he crosses it.

Those who had parted from the living while bearing regrets, unfulfilled desires and unspeakable grudges sired the birth of creatures no human could bear to imagine real. Grotesque abominations sporting a myriad of limbs, mouths, eyes and sizes, all rushed desperately at Guts who was already engaged in combat. The very earth quaked at the magnitude, creating a crescendo of tremors as homage to the infernal bellow each starved monster unleashed.

Our black swordsman is lost in the symphony of hatred, his body moves unconditionally in order to drive the heap of iron across air; he dismembered so many of them, tore away sinew from bone, piled beast upon beast. It was another night like any other, another sleepless spell just so his fatigued existence could afford to continue on.

[strangemonochromes]

Berserk (ベルセルク) // Kentaro Miura

[b-erserk]

@tribus-semitae inquired: A familiar woman clad in armor, it didn't have its original polished shine, it was worn, and dented but still taken care of. The blond offers a gentle smile to the warrior in black. "It has been a long time my friend, I am glad to see that you are still standing tall "

Many a moon had passed since their last fateful encounter, at the edge of a victorious battlefield, both sharing a mutual sense of satisfaction. So much has changed since then, enough that the man before her appeared as if he'd matured far too much for his age.

A lone fatigued eye severed itself from its monotonous routine of watching for those preying on him, all in order to drink on the image of a far distant memory now made material. Albeit smiling, it was clear that life hadn't been all that benevolent cause, as if the steel she don withered and yet her smile remained true to its cause.

❝ Still breathing, ❞ he retorted, resting his hand on the dragon slayer's hilt almost instinctively. ❝ Guess that's good enough. ❞ The crackling fire welcomed her with compassion, almost tantalising against the frosty kisses of the wind washing down from the nearby waterfall. ❝ Take it your still fighting for your cause . . ? ❞ Either that, or she was here under a ruse. No one could be trusted, not so when he couldn't afford to trust himself as of late.