#tiny Sera

[wisecrackingeric-2]

I am Not Immune to cowboy serennedy

[cry-ptidd]

OK I apologise if you've already commented on this, but what was Laura's reaction to Alucard coming back with Seras? My gut reaction tells me she wouldn't be overly happy about it, but I'm not 100% certain and I figured it would be best to ask you given that you literally created her.

I've made a little comic about it a while back!

That said, Laura is never that simple so

[pridebicons]

HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!!🧡🤍🩷

made some icons of some of my fav canon lesbians to celebrate!

like/rb if using + credit

[cartoonsbyandie]

Sometimes you just see a post and have a need

[semprasektum]

[moliathh]

(P.1)

[Reversed AU] - P.2

Hellsing (family) portraits.

it might not be visible in this but integra and alucard both wear red ribbons as hair tie

seras eyes’ colours are corresponding to alucard and integra’s eyes colours, they are on the right side and left side of seras, the angel and the devil on her shoulder

Because she is a nephilim, not a fully transformed angel, seras can only open one wing on her right side

Integra dressed as a nun of the church to avoid uncovering the existence of supernatural force to humans. She have human disguise to avoid hurting humans because her angel form is incomprehensible to humans.

The design of the Iscariots are not finished yet, but here’s yumikel. In this AU, enrico is an occultist and he’s the only human in the Iscariot team. Yumie is the “released restriction 0” form of yumiko.

yumiko have two coloured gloves, the black gloves represent yumie is the hand shes using for wielding the katana

another thing about heinkel as a werewolf, she cannot take full control over her werewolf form when she’s too excited, and her ears and tail often slip out when she is near yumi (both yumiko and yumie)

werewolf heal faster than human but is not regenerating like vampire so heinkel still have scars and most prominent is the scar on the sides of her face because she rip the skin there open everytime she shift halfway.

[thechildofmythal]

I’ve been writing a scene with the Inquisitor and Cullen, where things are getting a bit steamy but they’re interrupted. Again. Oh the pining, the yearning, the frustration! It’s not done yet, but I wrote this silly thing instead. Insert here a picture of the Inquisitor and her team, with Inky wearing a t-shirt that says I’m with these idiots.

Foul language sex talk warning. It funny, tho, not smutty!

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[ The Inquisitor and her team, namely Dorian, Sera and Varric, are riding on their horses out of Skyhold for an urgent, important mission. ]

Dorian: How come you’re looking so hot and bothered this fine morning? Are you anxious about the mission?

Inquisitor: No, it’s not that. I know I should worry about our success, but my mind is a bit… preoccupied today. I’m sorry.

Dorian: What is it? Have you had a row with your dear Commander?

Inquisitor: No, we didn’t fight… almost the opposite.

Dorian: Almost?

Inquisitor: *frustrated sigh*

Dorian: Are you telling me you still haven’t…?

Inquisitor: No. *groan* It was so close to getting steamy last night too, but we were interrupted by messengers again.

Dorian: Just lock the door and tell the messengers to leg it?

Inquisitor: I would have but we were expecting news about this mission, which they of course had, and we really can’t afford to mess this one up.

Dorian: Maker. He’s been courting you for so long that Commander Blue Balls should fuck you on the altar and marry you when you’re done.

Inquisitor: Dorian! You’re being awful!

Sera: Commander Blue Balls. *snickers*

Dorian: I mean - what, he has single handedly saved you from freezing to death and carried you to safety like an actual fairytale hero? He has taken you to a date to some back water place -

Sera: And didn’t fuck you there either.

Dorian: - had you coddle him in his withdrawal hallucinations -

Sera: Bet he hallucinated the clothes off of you.

Dorian: - danced with you at the Winter Palace like an actual fairytale prince this time -

Sera: Isn’t the reason to do something like that to get into the lady’s panties? What’s the point otherwise?

Inquisitor: Romance, Sera, have you heard of it?

Sera: Sex is kinda romantic.

Dorian: - and you’ve been making out in like every corner of Skyhold by now!

Inquisitor: We have not!

Dorian: It’s alright, darling. You’ve been seen all over the place. I hear the messengers and soldiers have a running bet on the next place they spot you.

Sera: Imagine if he’s awful in bed after all this time. What if he has a real small weewee?

Dorian: *snorts* He’s not small. I’ve seen that schlong bulging in his trouser leg when he’s been in the training grounds. What? Just me? Ah, Lavellan, look at you blush. You know the schlong I’m talking about!

Inquisitor: I can’t believe we’re talking about the Inquisition’s Commander’s…

Sera: Mighty sword!

Dorian: Long lance!

Sera: Polished pike!

Dorian: Girthy rod!

(Varric in the background: I need to write these down. )

Sera: Spear of sexytimes!

Dorian: Dick.

Sera: Cock.

Inquisitor: You two done yet?

Sera: For now. I’ll get back to you.

Inquisitor: No need. Really.

Sera: Oh but you do need at least some of that nasty ol’ Templar romping! It’s no good being frustrated all the time!

Dorian: She’s not wrong, Lavellan. You’re woefully unsatisfied today. You might make some dreadful decisions while you’re so distracted.

Sera: Hehhehe. Lavellan the Lustful leading us lost.

Inquisitor: You’re a real poet, Sera.

Sera: Thank you. Watch out, horsie, she might like the saddle too much today. Slippery riding this morning!

Inquisitor: I’m done telling you guys anything about my personal life.

[seraph-of-sizes]

Tried my hand at drawing the Fontaine siblings from my au. It's not great since I haven't drawn in months >_>

Lynette has Freminet trapped, you can't move with a sleeping cat on you, it's the law. Not that he actually minds, his hand is absolutely just pins and needles though.

[pennabeast]

finals crunch time so have some assorted sketches from different warm up sessions along with some cut comic panels thrown onto one canvas

ariden 100% gets into swords and shields because of cassandra they have a book club ok. she first is super dismissive of "shem books" until she tries to bond with cassandra by asking about the series.

also can we get an F in chat for that stupendous blackwall manbun mod that disappeared into the ether that modder did the lord's work...

[superhousecat-once-again]

There’s so many things I could say about Dragon Age: The Veilguard but the swell of affection that came from wandering by a troubadour and hearing the bard songs from Inquisition caused me to tear up so it does win points for that

[phoenixfiiire]

Well on the heels of that--

My brain has settled on the thought of 'What if Jote is Joshua's egi'.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Hands you the tiniest Luis I could physically draw (without using any tools to make it smaller) to commemorate the end of tinyserratober <<33

[deva-arts]

maturing is being able to look back at your atrocious art (and atrocious comics) from the past in all their inaccuracies and mistake-ridden glory and being happy at past you for trying.

All this to say I found this super old comic (2021!) of Sera and decided to post it so I could just archive it and forget about it forever <3

You can tell I struggled very badly (like I still do) with Face consistency btw like damn

The last doodle is more of a palate cleanser enjoy

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Prompt: Fictober Day 1: "That was good work."

Fandom: Lumine

Summary: Camille and Kody have a brief conversation.

Content Warnings: N/A

Words: 1,249

Camille watched a series of bottles shift between Kody’s hands; once the green liquid from one vial had been drained into another, thicker, clear substance, Kody would reach for another, his expression not changing past the subtle twice of his nose as the scents mingled. The green itself spread and fell slowly, as if he had just dropped liquid food dye into watery corn syrup.

“Don’t hesitate,” Camille reminded him, her palm pressed to her cheek. “If you do, it’s going to end up tasting acidic.”

Kody huffed in response, his hands lingering over another tube held in a small wooden rack. “Don’t distract me.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Because you’re distracting me.”

A quiet hum of acknowledgment mingled with amusement caught behind Camille’s now-closed lips as she watched him continue, now more focused than before as he slowly poured half of the liquid in with the mixture.

“What, you’re not gonna get onto me for using too much or too little?” As he spoke, Kody’s bitter gaze flickered up long enough to glance at the other. He slowly reached out for the stirring stick, eyes stuck on Camille as he pulled it closer. “Or you’re not gonna tell me to be careful about how I stir it?”

“Nope, not yet. I’m just waiting and watching now.” Camille smiled a bit, watching as he stirred slowly, almost meticulously. His focus had seemed to double after he grew quiet. “What happened to me not distracting you?”

“If I’m just complaining about you, then I’m not getting distracted. But if you’re interrupting me, then I’m gonna lose focus. How long does this even need to be stirred?”

“Didn’t you read the note I left you?”

“I can’t read Terranian yet, and you left it in Terranian.”

Camille could feel her smile break as he reminded her—though, the only actual change on her expression was a subtle twitch of her lips. Her brain went blank, the only word crossing her mind for a moment being ‘shit’ as she stared at the boy now working silently across from her.

That’s right, you and Sera couldn’t talk at all when you first met her.

“How did you follow the instructions up until now?”

“Eyeballed it. I made something similar before, so, it’s not like it’s a big deal. Plus, it’s not like I even asked you to actually write instructions down for me—I just asked if you had the ingredients.”

“Given how Lumine has talked about how you make your potions… That’s not really reassuring.”

“I knew what I was doing then, too.”

“Did you?”

Kody grew quiet, pulling the stick out as he transferred the syrup-consistency potion into another glass bottle and seal it.

“I didn’t know how it was actually going to react with him, but I knew it wouldn’t kill him. I knew what I put in it, and that nothing in it would mix badly together to be that bad.”

“M-hm. At least there’s that, I guess.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Feels like there should be a ‘usually’ there, Camille said silently, watching Kody put the vial aside and seal the remaining ingredients. You’ve got a long way to go, but. That doesn’t mean you haven’t studied hard already.

“I’ll clean everything up, too. So. Don’t worry about me making things more of a mess than they already are.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get it before I go out today.” Camille waved her hand, watching as Kody pushed himself up. He gathered the emptied and now-dirtied dishes and tools and took them towards the small kitchen. “If you’re going to try and clean up anyway, just drop them off in the sink that’s not by the fridge. It’s the one that’s for anything that isn’t a fruit or vegetable. Potions, meat, whatever.”

“Alright.” Kody did as she instructed, now without any complaint or push-back, and then sat back down across from her. He picked the potion’s bottle back up and held it up to the light, his eyes flickering back and forth through the liquid that almost matched his eye color as he inspected it. “Is it really safe to wash potion bottles next to where you prep meat, though?”

“I mean, nothing I work with in here is toxic. And if it is, then the bottle just gets disposed of.” Camille shrugged, watching him closely. He seemed, at the very least, pleased with the mixture’s consistency and color. “So, what made you want to make something for pain? Everything okay?”

“You’ve been complaining about headaches a lot lately, and clearly, you’re not going to do anything about it yourself.”

Camille felt her smile shatter once again, her lips now fully turning into a frown. “You really noticed that, huh?”

“Lumine did, too. He actually overheard you mention it first.”

“Sera?”

“You actually don’t say anything about it around her, I don’t know if you’re just like. Worried about worrying her or something, but. You don’t even really say it to us, you just kind of say it to yourself and keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

Camille dragged her hand down her face as she leaned harder into the back of her chair. “Aghhh. I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah, well. It’s getting on my nerves, so try this. It’s cool enough now.” He held the bottle out to her, their green eyes meeting as her attention redirected back towards him.

Getting on your nerves? Is that just your way of saying you worry, in this case? Camille hid her smile, eyes meeting his for a brief moment.

She took the bottle from his hands, much smaller than her own, the glass still subtly warm—partially from the mixture, partially from his own hands. “So, you actually sat down and made this for me?”

“Hopefully it’s not too acidic from you distracting me.”

Judging by his half-smirk, it was less of a concern, and more of a facetious comment. Something to poke and prod at her.

She couldn’t help but smile a bit more, seeing how confident he was. How sure he was that, even though she distracted him so much by talking to him, it would still be alright. Even if he silently struggled with it on most days, she always tried to take the moments that he was so sure of himself in good spirits.

“Ha. Even if it was, I’ve definitely had worse than something that’s a little bit acidic. I’ve probably had coffee worse than it, honestly.” She opened it, sniffed, and hen downed it as quickly as possible. If it was actually acidic, she would—hopefully—not even notice. If anything, it would likely feel no worse than mild heartburn—and at worse, severe heartburn.

“Well, was it?”

She waited for a moment, expecting an aftertaste of… Something. Bitterness. Something akin to bile. An incorrect texture from overmixing, adding one ingredient too soon, overheating it, letting it get too cool during the cooking process rather than letting it cool after, something.

But it was no different from what she would have made herself for a patient. Slightly sweet, a bit sticky—it would definitely feel better if she had chased it down with warm water or something else. But it was, actually, up to her standards.

“Not at all, actually.” She said, twisting the neck of the bottle in her fingers. “That was good work, Kody.”

“Yeah? Told you I knew what I was doing. Hope it helps, it’ll probably take a little bit, but.”

[moved-to-satoruswaifu]

honestly it SUCKS to have a f/o with a lot of merchandise available. it ALWAYS results in my heart and head arguing. like

Heart: F/O looks so cute here !! I need this keychain ASAP !! I want to walk around with a tiny version of them…

Head: Well, I suppose one keychain won’t hurt our bank account—

Heart: OHMYGOD have you SEEN this plushie?? Look at the little arms and legs!! Perfect for cuddling. You’re coming home with me!!

Head: Uh… yeah, okay… but that should really be the last—

Heart: This figure can watch over me while I study/work. It’ll definitely motivate me!!

Head: wait—

Heart: I NEED 50 OF THEM

Head: STOP WE DONT HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY

Heart: I DONT CARE!!!!

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

//Brainstorm time:

Since Lucid is a clone of Lucifer, do you think when God made him Lucid was already an adult and could step immediately into his role? Or would he go through a child stage and have to grow up first? Raised and guided by the other seraphim in hopes they don’t screw this up.