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"Y-you? You're alive?" Corkus stared at the tall man. Ever after he somehow managed to survive the living nightmare the Band was thrown into, and found himself alone at the bloody lake, he lost hope of ever seeing a familiar face again.

By all means, the unexpected meeting should bring him relief... if not for the detail that the man before him was the only one he never got along with. The mixture of feelings made him draw the awkward silence for a good while, before he gave in to a bitter, mirthless laughter, yet devoid of his usual spite.

"Hahaha. It figures, that out of everyone the only one left would be you. Fate sure loves to play jokes, eh?" the former mercenary shook his head at the irony.

#gutsrage #starter #heya sorry for the delay #the work was crazy and hard to find time to redact it #but I hope it is okay #I haven't written him for a long while ^^;

BOLD TRAITS THAT APPLY TO YOUR CHARACTER; ITALICIZE CIRCUMSTANTIAL ONES; REPOST, DON’T REBLOG!!!

tagged by: @gutsrage (Ty for the tag)

tagging: @ircnblade, @chesed-judeau, @witch-fox, @aurumsanguine, @goldenornstein, @wolfdivined, and anyone else that hasn’t done this yet.

#gutsrage #.o'blessed king of longing #lot of circumstantial ones #because it depends if #we're talk pre or post eclipse #since there's a stark difference there

#berserk #gutsrage #guts #kentaro miura #manga aesthetic

💢 Enemy headcanon about our muses. (eeeey.) // @gutsrage

It’s not even that Hel registers him as an enemy. Quite the opposite, in fact -- He comes with a glowing recommendation from her mate, the Immortal waxing most poetically about the human’s strength and tenacity. Guts thrills her man in a way that she, more built for speed and cunning, cannot hope to match. She doesn’t hate him for it, either. She looks up to him in a lot of ways, fond of him after her own fashion. In her own head, they are not enemies, just two people whose paths run near enough to touch without overlapping. That he’s fighting back against her masters is another point in his favor.

That said... She’s still a demon. He still knows exactly what becoming such entails and that she is, without any attempt at redemption or downplaying her own becoming, a monster. Coupled this with the fact she’s of raven aspect and you have a nice recipe for our daring protagonist to go positively apeshit on her. It’s not her, really, it’s the latest of her bosses, his overlapping ‘black bird harbinger of doom’ aesthetics, and the utter nightmare that prick put him through, honest. Well, that and Hel being a demoness who killed fuck knows how many people on her way out of humanity. She can try to open him with open arms as much as she likes, prove that she’s not the impulse-driven beast most of her kind are by her genteel and helpful manner, and all she’s doing is opening up a clear shot to her inner workings.

#Plus like!!! We see how he treats Emperor Mistman!!! Guts doesn't respect Apostles that say 'fuck the five I'm going my own way!'#He calls him a rabid dog in at least one translation!#Hel'd have to put in work to make this man see her as Not A Threat or Lingering Plot Thread To Bite Him In The Ass!#And she is not guaranteed an opportunity to do so bc why should he trust her that far!#gutsrage #relhcmeme;

⚔️ (duel of the angrey sword b0is)

⚔️ for a sword fight

Eye-wounded. Death-named. Battle-loved. Corpse-born. Slayers of monsters. Mightiest of their kind. Those who never fall, no matter what.

Kenpachi finds so much similarity between himself and the man before him. They bear so many of the same titles. It is a gamble, one that Kenpachi has placed before the warrior. A duel with death itself, to first blood. It strikes him as remarkable that the man decide to face him without hesitation, not even knowing if death can bleed. The unfinished business must be dire indeed.

As weapons clash, the pillar of iron against the slim steel, he weighs the man’s actions. The man fights like a beast, raw and untamed. He sees much of his own instincts, his honed ferocity, in that style. Leaps, bounds, spinning slashes unfettered by flesh, all aiming to strike true, all seeking blood. They are blocked, crashing against the slimmer sword, and somehow not cleaving through both it and its wielder.

This anger... He resists death with everything he has. The resolve in his lone eye is met with a widening of Kenpachi’s own. This human would make a fine warrior. To strike him down and add him to the ranks of the Eleventh would bolster them significantly. Still, it would be the greatest of slights against this fighter’s honor. Unforgivable, really. Kenpachi stays his hand, witholds his greed... and purposely drops his guard.

The sword smashes into his chest with the force of a cannonball... and Kenpachi does not move. But he grins. He smells it. The shallowest of cuts. First blood has been drawn. Pushing the weapon back, he places a thumb to the cut, already feeling it start to seal. He dips his thumb in his blood, and brings it up.

“well done. you live another day.”

He reaches out to the body at Guts’ feet, which he might recognize as his own, and traces over the brand at his neck with the blood. Already consciousness begins to fade, as Kenpachi performs a long-forbidden act. Shinigami are not meant to return the dead to life. But this one has earned his respect. As the soul returns to the body, his words echo in Guts’ mind.

“when you come to me next... i want to fight you again.”

#;; ic #gutsrage