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pocketwei · 9 months

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WREAK HAVOC UPON HEAVEN AND HELL

there is a fic for this now

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#art #illustrations #sort of lol #why do i not clean stuff #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #sir crocodile #s-crocodile #seraphims #one piece #egghead spoilers #dofuwani #or hints of actually #not with s-croc but this belongs in dfwnverse to me

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wordy-little-witch · 19 days

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Cross Guild Poly concept where the WG makes Seraphims of all the warlords - and I mean ALL of them.

Including Buggy, short tho his stint was on the register.

The idea had been that he must be a huge threat and so would have workable skills. They thought he would have a more malleable basis to expand on and turn into a mega weapon or, at the very least, an acceptable soldier.

They didn't account for his current persona being a fabrication, a performance, forged in fire and effort to show what he wants to show and to hide what he wants to hide. There is a reason Buggy went so long without being IDed as a Roger Pirate, why he lacked a bounty poster even on the most infamous crew of that era, how he survived that ship as a child.

Buggy has traumas and secrets he was ready to take to his grave.

Now there's a little white haired boy flanked by two other older boys on his island, drudging up any and every memory he wanted more than anything to leave in a dark corner of his mind.

Mihawk and Crocodile are in a similar boat, but they are not quite certain what to make of Buggy's reaction.

Nor, it turns out, the respect, care and adoration of their seraphim counterparts to the clown's.

S!Buggy, new name pending, is quiet, eyes sharp, voice hesitant. He's clingy, yes, but his gaze is is cold and assessing. He often times tucks himself being Angel, Croc's counterpart, or snuggled to Sparrow, Mihawk's, with golden eyes that feel frozen. He looks at people as threats, as prey, and Buggy does not flinch when that gaze hits him. He simply sighs.

He does not answer when asked about it.

Buggy just arranges for a room to be prepared for them. He also gives an order for extra blankets and pillows to be given as well, and for the location to have no more than two entry ways. He does not explain. The children just meet his gaze with something almost like understanding.

It breeds more questions than answers

#buggy the clown #sir crocodie #dracule mihawk #seraphims #one piece au #aaaaaaaaaa #cross guild polycule

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lawesculape · 8 months

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Birth of the Seraphims.

Poor King.

I wonder if someone is going to question Vegapunk’s actions at some point. Seraphims are already disturbing because they’re child soldiers (and clones of some of the worst people ever known, who thought it was a good idea ?) but also : why is nobody asking HOW they were created ?!

Shaka said « Oh you’ve probably met Alber. He escaped from Punk Hazard years ago. We created the seraphims thanks to his lunarian blood. » OH YEAH ?

Remember. King was a lab rat. Scientists tortured him to test his resistance then took his blood to create child weapons. And he was like… sixteen ?

Yeah. The government abused a lunarian teenager to gain deadly children soldiers with Vegapunk’s help. That man isn’t better than Cesar Clown.

#one piece #king the wildfire #king one piece #egghead arc #egghead #seraphims #i love king so much you have no idea

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lockdown-bard · 3 months

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Nice call back to Hell is Forever in Charlie and Emily's duet!

So, Heaven is corrupt, what else is new hey?

I've loved these two episodes but I can't help but worry that Amazon may have fucked up by only making the season 8 episodes 22 minutes long each, when the story is intriguing and could be explored at a slower pace while still being entertaining :(

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #charlie morningstar #seraphims #hazbin hotel ep 6

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ideas-4-stories · 8 days

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Cross guild romance prompt : The crossguild adopted some ways or another S-Hawk and S-Croc and only Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy know they are clones but the rest of crew don't know. Rumors and theories start developping inside the crew,it is obvious who is the father but the mother and they slowly think that.....Buggy is the mother somehow. Then, because of the apparence of the childrens they think that Buggy have some sort of angelic heritage with makes him cooler.

Funny point : If the three of them are NOT in relationship and they ask themselves why the crew is acting more weird that usual.

I wonder how they would meet S-Hawk and S-Croc, whether they find each other on Karai Island, or the Cross Guild leaders bring them home from another island. It’s just really funny thinking that Buggy’s followers would think Buggy was the mother.

It’s too funny to me, and that they think because of the wings that Buggy has some angelic heritage. Those followers are going ignore the fact that the two are very tall for being whatever age they are. That’s probably because of the Lunarian DNA and the idea that they got gigantification Dr. Vegapunk might have done. I don’t understand how the followers were think this way, but you know this is something they would think. Buggy’s followers are a funny bunch.

Oh, I see them congratulating Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile. Those three have to be so confused about it all. Buggy’s inner circle must be absolutely done with all this. I feel like the only time Mohji and Cabaji would think the same as the followers if they are drunk or high. Then I believe Crocodile finding out about this is when Daz asks him about it.

Yeah, it makes it funnier if Buggy, Crocodile, and Mihawk aren’t in a relationship like at all, because I don’t know. It just seems funnier because they even more bewildered. Like the trio is thinking what makes people think they are together. What is it!? I’m having a hard time not laughing at the scenes in my head of their reactions. S-Hawk and S-Croc are there chilling.

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diabolimeservavit666 · 1 year

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🍷Sorry, He Would, Though🍷

Gabriel: *at a bar, as Balthazar's wingman, pointing out a lady to his little brother* Balthazar: *speaking loud enough for the whole bar to hear* I wouldn't fuck that! Gabriel: *curls over in laughter, having forgotten that this brother in particular is, well, gay* Balthazar: *in a low voice* Now, that fine gentleman over there, I might- *glances at Sam* Gabriel: Oh, Hell no! He's mine! You can have Dean. Balthazar: I'd rather not. Is Adam available? Gabriel: No, he's Michael's. But I do know a single British guy who could use a good hook up. Balthazar: What's his name?

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johnvenus · 1 year

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Uhhh.....

#one piece #one piece 1070 #boa hancock #seraphims #snake s #rob lucci #cp0 #vegapunk #chris hansen

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kazumiya012 · 10 months

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I have a rather dark, wilding, but fitting theory regarding the Seraphims.

Since the Seraphims were created using the genes/lineage factors from the original Shichibukais. What if they were meant to be made as exact clones of the warlords at a certain age from their childhood.

Therefore, all biological traits and features that they embodied at the time would be kept the same…and especially if they had suffered any permanent damages or scars prior to that age, they would also automatically be re-inflicted on their bodies in the creation process to reflect the changes.

Imagine S-Snake with the Celestial Dragon’s hoof brand mark on her back. S-Flamingo with the left eye’s scar. And most notably, S-Crocodile surprisingly being a feminine figure and with a facial scar, which implies he did not get this from his fight with WB in his mid 20s, but rather from a much earlier incident in his teenage years.

This is surprisingly dark and angsty, can’t imagine how the actual ex-warlords would react to a child version of themselves looking exactly the way they were. All the traumas came flooding back, and all their deepest and darkest secrets they’ve been hiding for years suddenly coming out in the open.

I find the existence of the Seraphims very very fascinating and has great potential for some juicy stories and yet I’m surprised there isn’t many fanfics out there talking about it yet.

I am in the process of writing one myself after I’ve been re-inspired. This will take on my perspective of what I’d like to believe is canon based on what was revealed so far. ✍️✍️✍️

#one piece #one piece theories #shichibukai #seraphims #seven warlords #op spoilers #writing in progress

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sogekingtruther · 1 year

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I wanna adopt S-Snake she seems like a real sweetheart. Deserves better than to be in the World Government hands!

#one piece #one piece 1070 #seraphims #that page of her using the OG Boa’s abilities is quite unsettling tho #…given the implications #matter of fact I wanna adopt all the seraphim!!

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undyingmedium · 10 days

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"Shit shit shit, the plan - my carefully and lovingly crafted plan - is going south," the medium hissed while rummaging through her items. She didn't recognize the screaming voice in the background, but the barking of the demonic hounds was too close to her. Impatiently, she swung her hands in unison with her patron, shooting two blasts against said dog and their target: Eric Malvin, one of the important enemies of the city, allied with Seraphims and Dark Covenant cultists alike... dropped to the floor in a pool of blood.

Anika's eye twitched as she noticed Kairon's flying sword returning back to him, bathed in his blood, and she realized she just delivered the finishing shot after a devastating action. Which she missed. She frowned and dropped her items and bag to the floor, kind of exasperated. "Oh. Okay."

#a successful connection (ic)#session commentary #world of eras #tw: blood #tw: gore #kairon #seraphims #I'm not dead I swear #I'm just lurking and overfocusing on life and campaign at the moment #yesterday was so satisfying

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minazzuki · 2 years

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Dr.Vegapunk

#vegapunk #dr. vegapunk #one piece #one piece manga #one piece 1061 #one piece chapter 1061 #eichiro oda #seraphims

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flowershaveeyes · 11 days

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Foolish — Enchiridion . .

Synopsis: It’s true, Ezrael was always the foolish one. And he’s come to admit it at long last.

Warnings: HEAVY references to Christianity, not sure if this is a TW but also; I’ve decided to take a bit of this into my own hands and so the references to “christianity” aren’t really accurate to actual christianity, and i mixed it with greek lore. Yes, I’m sorry.

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Ezrael was skeptical.

“Seraphim, are you absolutely certain this human isn’t one of those sinners?” A question, from a voice as sweet as nectar and the flower from which it came. Youth-- Oh, youth.

The Seraph in question only chuckled, an equally sweet-sounding thing. And just like a loving mother, he shook his head and placed his hand atop the younger one’s head. “I wouldn’t have ordered you to guide him if he was so.”

Ever the sceptic was Ezrael, but his seraphim’s word must have been true, right?

“..I shall take your word for it, Seraphim.” And Isaac smiled, warm as the sun they were so close to.

Perhaps Ezrael had taken his word one too many times.

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Ezrael was helpful.

It was one of his key features, really. He ought to be nothing without it. Without being helpful.

“Mm, perhaps those white curtains would go well with these ribbons- it’s not too lavish, is it? Feels like home, I hope.” That was Ezrael. He always had such a peculiar thought process, but never in a bad way. In fact, it was peculiar in a way that it never seemed to rot, unlike a strawberry, which would go bad after a few days if only left alone.

No, perhaps he was like a strawberry. He’d rot if he was alone, too.

“Wonderful idea, Ezrael! I couldn’t have thought it better myself.” With a screech, the mentioned archangel whipped around and his hand, instinctively, really, clung onto the pristine robes of the other archangel beside him--only to sheepishly compose himself when laying eyes upon the Seraphim he so admired.

“I.. Ahem--thank you, Seraphim.”

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Ezrael was not alone.

For he had grown far too close with the Seraphim--Isaac even told Ezrael, “You’re my favourite of the archangels.” So he must have been the favourite, right? Isaac must’ve been truthful, Isaac must have been correct.

There was always a reason Ezrael was the favourite.

So now, sitting on this grass, with a sight you’d only see in Heaven lie in front of them, Ezrael smiles. It would seem uncharacteristic for him now, but he smiled- he truly did smile. “I am? Truthfully?” He asks, and though he may not seem all that joyous in his mannerisms, he was elated through the non-existent roof.

“Of-course you are,” replied Isaac. “No other archangel has helped me ever so much.” It’s true, Ezrael thinks. He’s not prideful, for that would be a sin, and he doesn’t want to sin. He doesn’t want to be thrown away and abandoned, and kicked out--but he can’t help but feel a sense of.. no, he’ll call it joy. He can’t help but feel joyful at the thought of it- of having aided the Seraphim that so many other archangels looked up to.

“I’m glad.”

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Ezrael was the happiest archangel in Heaven.

And if he were, perhaps he’d even be the happiest man on Earth.

“--Your new Seraphim, Ezrael!” said Isaac with a hand on Ezrael’s shoulder. It was a pity; for he made a lovely Seraphim yet, of-course, even despite being ‘immortal’, his time, too, had come.

Ezrael saw a few of his ‘friends’ in the crowd as well. He’s not quite sure if he can call them friends, since they don’t talk much like friends do. They’re.. work-mates, he’d say.

But they were happy for him. And Ezrael, at that, felt happy, too.

He turned to Isaac, who felt so much taller still, even now when Ezrael has become Seraphim- when Ezrael is technically at a higher rank than him, a mere nobody now.

But Ezrael could never see him like that. So, the former archangel stretched his lips into a smile, and Isaac followed close after.

“You’ll make a wonderful Seraphim,” he whispered. “I will?” asked Ezrael.

“You will.”

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Ezrael should have seen it coming.

“Oh, look at you. Where has the time gone? When has the Sun shifted so?” Fingertips brushed against his jaw, and it was almost like they were never there at all- a heavenly presence, not for many to behold.

“I am just as I was before, Father- you needn’t fret on trifling things such as these.” His voice was devoid of the purity it held- the joy. Perhaps tainted with the guilt, or may it be the blood of those he had slain. He wasn’t certain if he truly wished to, or were it just orders he was sentenced to follow.

Apollo did not believe a word of his. “Frankly, I believe you are lying. I never had assumed you would spout such untruths to me, but it seems I was incorrect.” Ezrael only sighed, brows knitting together in the slightest bit of frustration- not at his master, no, but rather, at himself. At his inability to disobey.

“I’d never. Now, if you’d excuse me, I have duties to attend to,” Said the seraphim, eager to leave more so than please at this very moment. “Very well then, Son--“ Apollo was unable to get as much as five words in before the lavishly adorned door, with gold platings and designs and the stuff, was slammed shut.

Ezrael couldn’t despise anyone more than himself at this very moment.

Perhaps he was foolish to be assuming that he would be pure, everything would be fine. He couldn’t hate Isaac, for Isaac is long gone.

No, he was foolish.

And he’d never let himself live it down. For of-course, he wouldn’t live any longer.

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Run, run don’t trail behind, keep moving,

The beasts won’t stop ‘til we’re dead.

All the scrapes on our knees will--

Tell you where we’ve been,

Where we have bled.

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 5 months

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(the heaven in the sky is, most likely, quite boring – and there is so much fluff there – seraphims’ – that, they say, smoking is forbidden. Sometimes, though, angels themselves smoke – in their sleeves. But when the archangel goes by, they throw their cigarettes away: this is what falling stars are).

— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin) (Belles- lettres)

#quotes #smoking #Angels #seraphims #Vladimir Nabokov #belles-lettres

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dogboyken · 3 months

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Angelic moodboard i made on landing!

#angels #weepingangels #seraphims #seraphs?#biblically accurate angel #angel???#im ace btw #but i digress #landing #moodboard

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acherontiaobituary · 8 months

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Concepts for a novel I've been thinking about for years

Meet two of the seraphims (clothes and colors subject to change)

#my art #seraphims #biblical #character design #original character #character art #concept art

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ideas-4-stories · 5 hours

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The " Buggy crews thinks that Buggy is the mother of S-Croc and S- Hawk and that Mihawk and Crocodile are the fathers " prompt sequel : the discovery

Crocodile is annoyed by the stupidity of Buggy's crew.

Buggy is scared that his crew will get him in trouble and angry at them because now, somehow Crocodile and Mihawk appear in his dreams, in his WET DREAMS.

Mihawk seems unaffected but in reality he find this situation entertaining.

During an emergency meeting about this case, Crocodile and Buggy ask "How this thing could happen? ", and Mihawk who said nothing during all meeting says :

"We have two child versions of us whom have joined the crew, we are the ones in this crew that educating them, training them and treat them some much like real children that sometimes we forgot that they are cyborg who shot laser beams from the palm.

Given that they think their leader Buggy can do incredible things, it is likely they would think he could find a way to get pregnant. "

Crocodile definitely has a headache while Mihawk is sipping his wine and watching this go down. Poor Buggy, this whole situation is stressing him out, among other things. He wasn't ready for those dreams.

Then the emergency meeting! Buggy and Crocodile are stressed, only difference is Crocodile is clam on the outside while Buggy is crying and/or yelling about what's going on. Mihawk is drinking his wine still until there might be a fight because Buggy and Crocodile can't come to a agreement.

I love Mihawk's explanation of why it came to this. Love it so much

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