#animasderelicta

[bcbybats-a]

👗 (Nobuyuki)

      Send Me A “👗” And My Muse Will Dress Yours

‘ Dude, just go the fuck to bed. YEAH --- just go sleep. ’

[the-final-peace]

@animasderelicta

☠——[

“Oh Pestilence, I believe I’ve found you a rather interesting gift.” The Rider’s tone was filled with sickening glee as his blade swiped through the air before them, a radiant light pouring through the opening tear before finally a very loud clang would echo through the halls.

The sight of a rather large angel, clad in pure gold armor would be presented to her, the fun was only just about to begin. 

[desiiderium-archive-blog]

@animasderelicta

“O-Oh gosh o-oh man I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going!!” She apologizes rapidly before reaching down to help the young man she had knocked over.

[bcbybats-archive]

• ∙ [  𝓙 • 𝓐𝓵𝓾𝓲𝓷 • ♥  ] ∙ • ⤵                          ‘   WAKE UP! Come on, I said you could SLEEP on me, not die...   ’    Aluin still didn’t FULLY UNDERSTAND this male’s condition, but he was more than happy to pet his head as he slept.       ‘   Come one, don’t make me KISS YOU sleeping beauty.   ’   //  @animasderelicta

[creativiisms-blog]

@animasderelicta

Though she’s had to wait to ensure everything went smoothly, Riel’s still more than fortunate to have an understanding employer. No one would question the oddities that came with being a vampire (or half-vampire, in her own case) in quite the same way as another fanged.

Reassured by her own powers, for the most part she’s able to work in such an environment with minimal fear. Minimal, if only because mere logic doesn’t overpower the instinctual fear when it comes to the far larger customers that often arrive.

That, and with the different smells some of them have...

She shifts her weight, pale gaze idly fixed on the man. “...Anything else with that?”

[everbloomiing-blog]

@animasderelicta

At first, she stares. Goddamn it why is this hot fuck such a tall fuck—

Then, his words register.

“You...”

“YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!”

She shrieks, fist flying out and slamming into the cat-man’s jaw. Instead of following up with another fist she dives forward, gripping him by the blanket wrapped around him and shaking him violently. “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!? ALL THIS TIME YOU JUST HAD ME THINKING YOU WERE A REGULAR FUCKING CAT?? GOD, YOU ASS! WERE EVEN EVER GOING TO TELL ME IF NOT FOR HEARING ABOUT ME WANTING TO FUCKING FIX YOU?! YOU FUCKING—”

[the-final-peace]

@animasderelicta (Continued from this)

Well, that certainly wasn’t something she had expected to see when she noticed him arriving within Death’s realm. Where there was suffering and blood she had almost expected his usual cheesy attempts at cheering her up. That worked, one way or another. 

“Seems you’ve had quite a bit of fun haven’t you, mutt?” She’d ask the near death hound, the drastic lack of concern in her voice being unsettling for most..if she wasn’t a Reaper. He wasn’t going to die, or at least, she wasn’t going to let him. “If you can talk without choking on blood, what exactly did this?” She’d ask calmly, moving to lift his body over her shoulder..she might not appear to be so, but as a Hand of Death she was both strong with power and physical strength. “You do realize you’re supposed to be dead before you get here in most cases, right?”

[the-final-peace]

@animasderelicta

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“Everything appears to be in order, Gethen. If you are ready, please take your place as we wait for everyone else to arrive and get prepared.” Of course, this wasn’t going to be a very traditional affair, being Death the one sealing this bond as opposed to, more often than not, a man of ‘God’. But it would do the job all the same.

"уєѕ, ℓσя∂ ∂єαтн." For once in ages, nervousness had almost overtaken the Hand of Death, aiming to finish the cigarette between his fingers and calm himself before the wedding itself had started. He could fight hordes of beasts over and over unending, and yet he still would not be as shaken as he was this very moment.

The setting was masterfully done, every decoration made by the various spirits within Death’s realm, all once master craftsmen and tailors in their time. Hundreds of different floral arrangements littered the tables, beautiful tapestries hung for all to see, and delightful music being played to accompany it all. It truly was quite the backdrop for such an occasion, the Land of the Dead felt so very alive this day. 

“My, I think we’ve outdone ourselves. If someone would be so kind as to fetch the bride-to-be we may begin.” Death would speak almost with an excitement in his tone, sending off a lone spirit to assist Yuki in preparations and whatever else she may need.