#v: fgo

[lunakataaahhh-1228]

This was actually inspired by someone on Reddit who left a comment in my previous TezGuda post that was along the lines of "Mama warned me about men like Tez... I was hoping she was right!" from Johnny Bravo and it made me laugh so hard, I just HAD to be EXTRA and include MORE terrible men 😂

I also just wanted an excuse to draw male Kama 😂😂😂

[zeravmeta]

the fact that literally each of the disciples no matter how much they might have reviled him still remember and cared about limbo in some way... each of the foreign gods disciples were out for themselves from the start but the cruel and innocent limbo who despite his sadism was an actual team player, the naive man who didn't understand human nature or human love in any way still being remembered by the colleagues who were never loyal to the foreign god from the start...

[empty-dream]

arche(type)

[redguns]

Fine then! I'll do it myself!!!

SUMMER KUKU!!!!!!!!

[dollya-robinprotector]

Me, going into the Summon Room after two days of starving myself: "Maybe if I get the Servant I want then I would finally want to try and eat something! Haha just kiddi-"

FGO gacha god: "For fuck sake here's your two whores with very luxury rainbow sparkles now go eat you fucking donkey!"

[kikaruuni]

Fate Grand Order material V [Digital] part 2

[dingostrash]

Making the blorbos interact

[r18-g]

she has the juice… (the juice is autism.)

[futurefind]

No Time for Cleaning

Or: A Hypothetical Master Sasume vs Camelot Singularity

There's blood on her hands.

On her skin, under her nails. Pouring out of her past the ice and the bandages and the stitches, and she can't tell where she ends and her losses begin.

It's too easy to imagine awake, and when she closes her eyes her skull sears with the crimson spilt and so she doesn't close them at all.

The Lion King's soldiers spill the blood of men and mothers and women and children hot against her face, and she thinks to finally get it off would require clawing her flesh off with it.

Rushd still smiles when he thanks her for water, whether it's the first or the tenth or the hundreth time and god knows how many hours spent absently filling wells.

Entire towns are eradicated by starlight that seers itself beneath her eyelids, the same as Stella as Arash breathes his last.

There's blood on her hands.

She doesn't know if it's hers, or where it's come from, but it doesn't matter. One clang of her sword erupts a shielding wall of ice, bisecting one of the knight's arms in the process. Another sends in speeding down in dagger-shards. She twists around one's sword, pinning them in place for her Servants with a frosted grip as she sends a flaming kick into another's helmet and sends them alight with a stench that makes her stomach roil and her shoulder itch.

She roars back, iron and ash alight in her dead mouth, and keeps moving through the fray.

Bedivere smiles away her concern— just as he smiles away her dismissals of being called 'Lady'— even as she offers him a knowing gaze. They talk around it more than they talk about it, because many things are better left unsaid, especially what's most familiar.

The Pharoah stares her dead in the eye with his throat cleaved in two, and she glares right back, almost wondering if he can see the crimson trail she leaves in her footsteps.

Da Vinci laughs like she always does, regardless of the tension. Laughs like she always does, even as she happily rushes off to her own death to leave her behind (she's always left behind, isn't she?).

There's blood on her hands.

There's blood on her hands and she's screaming. Ripped apart from the inside out 'til it's erupting from her throat in a numbing cacophony, pulsing in time with the pain in her heart.

Bedivere's dying.

Da Vinci, dying.

Arash, those she's never known the names off and those she's forgotten, all people she's sworn to protect—

Her mother, her—

Her everyone, it seems like.

She shoves her way out of the Coffin—and isn't that ironic, isn't that fitting?— and past the others, past Romani, numbly following her feet even as the world itself burns with too-much.

She's in the training hall, and she—

She cuts and slices and slams her sword so hard her teeth rattle, so fierce that before she knows it her palms are too raw and slick to hold a proper grip.

"I'M SICK—!

AND TIRED—!

OF LOSING PEOPLE—!"

She throws her mother's blade away from her with a shout, letting it clatter from wall to wall to floor as she tightens her gloves.

Punches and pivots and hits with her fists with just as little (none) relent until her knuckles bruise and her skin tears and she. Keeps. Going.

Resorts to kicks and knees when even her arms start to fail.

And she—

She screams. Screams and screams and screams, until she's deaf to the sound. Until the pain rips out of her ribcage with it, spreading her heart and gore and viscera splattering against the room as much as her voice.

She crumbles.

Stares at the ceiling (the wall?) until she's staring past it in its entirety. Maybe if she stares hard enough, stares-past enough, she can see those she's lost again if she tries hard enough.

She wonder's if she's laughing, or sobbing, or screaming, or if it's just her heart rattling in her ears as unsteadily as the world around her.

There's blood on her hands.

...She can worry about getting it off tomorrow.

[lunakataaahhh-1228]

Komahime’s personal barista 🍵🧋

Uh, I guess this is my personal touch to Gudako’s backstory lol. She too was a barista like me and thought “why not join Chaldea - probably pays better” or something.

Oh how she longs back for that 9-5 gig compared to dealing with Lostbelts, a growing amount of chaotic servants and that lingering dread of the world’s ends around the corner. 😂

[zeravmeta]

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

*puts arjuna in the donald duck jeanne outfit*

[ardenssolis]

@dayscorch said (inbox):

❛❛ T- The makeup you gave me ---- ❜❜ She wonders if it's concealed beneath, her embarrassment, the vermillion burning her cheeks. Fingers fold together before her nervously, she's never wore something such as this ---- a simple dress of a single layer, a gentle golden shade rivaling that of the sun's great hue, with long sleeves that flow quite a bit, almost similar to her kimono. A dress she borrowed from one of the other servants. She's never painted her face quite as much, following the instructions of a well versed servant so that she looks well. All is tied together with a pair of earrings he had given her long ago. She glances up at him, shifting awkwardly. ❛❛ I - I tried it. D - Does it look okay ? ❜❜ She tilts her head, hands squeezing one another tighter. [ i just realized i forgot to save your valentine's day ask so now i'm weeping have this ueueueueueueue ]

WHEN KOTO APPEARED BEFORE him, he almost didn’t recognize her. For a moment, he paused – STARED as if his mind could not quite make sense of what he was seeing right now. He had seen Koto with makeup before – had seen her dressed up as well on occasion, but those were rare and far in-between; often done for the sake of a mission more than anything. She may not have been an Assassin, but that didn’t mean that she was lacking in ability to gather information. Gently placing his cup of tea down with a faint thump upon the small stand beside him, he tilted his head, eyes sliding along her form as if to further take everything in. What a beautiful dress it was that she wore. Simple, but in its simplicity, it brought out the full extent of the makeup she wore. Yes, it made it stand out all the more upon her skin as a result. ❝You look perfect,❞ he finally added after a moment of silence, his lips curling into a small smile.

     ❝Just as I had hoped, the colors match you. If there was ever a party or festival that we were to attend, no doubt that many heads would turn to look at you.❞ He meant that. Ozymandias had always believed Koto to be beautiful even if she might tell him otherwise. The makeup wasn’t what made her radiant in this moment, it was how everything came together – everything that had already been there to begin with. ❝Perhaps you would be tugged onto a ballroom floor by many who wound up taken by you. Now, that would be quite a thing to watch.❞ This time he teased, unable to prevent himself from doing so when he knew for a fact that such words would only make her turn redder.

[chatpileroan]

this is my sin of an opinion but i like moriarty more when sherlock isnt there. blasphemous i know but sherlock has been around since. literally camelot and slightly before technically? and in all this time they have Not gotten me to gaf. IM TALKING ABOUT FGO IN CASE ITS NOT OBVIOUS THIS ISNT A HOT TAKE ABOUT THE BOOKS

[kikaruuni]

Fate Grand Order material V [Digital] part 1