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OOC. It’s gotten slow heeere, so here’s an ad for short starters. No cap, selective!
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onikind:
鬼 “Fuu… I wonder? There was something amusing about spending time with a Master who wished to impose limitations on my behaviour. As much of a free spirit as I am, I can show a little respect to someone so bold as to try to reign in a monster that could eat them whole.”
“Perhaps I’ve grown too nostalgic in my old age.” Rather: she was very bored. “I am an oni of pleasure, yet can it truly be called pleasure to simply exist in a realm I didn’t choose to reside in?”
“Bingo! Of course, I am always right! But don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it too. Those wild card hero-types who can deal with us Evil-aligned Servants are more unpredictable and fun than the usual stuff.“ He cleared his throat. Old age?? The professor’s mustache twiched with his mouth What was he supposed to say then? Wow!
“Awa! You Servants with your young looks have no idea how good you have it. Time and place are pointless equations here! There’s crime to be had, infinite people to mess with... it’s like an amusement park. Pleasure and opportunities for chaos where you look. Maybe you’ve grown too used to Chaldea.“
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sanctummilitis:
Suffice to say, the delivery was not entirely what she had anticipated in response. Pop and all. For a brief moment, she had wonder if perhaps she may have presented herself insufficiently, or simply it had been poor timing. So not to aggravate the scene than approaching prematurely may, she allowed the distance to same. yet no need to anticipate she might appear imposing, as he spoke on friendly terms, articulating that he be no threat in return. On this field, and far beyond, it transpired they were comrades.
“Alter? Then we should have little issue, though I gather you are already aware that she and my personalities have their differences. As for her whereabouts, would you happen to know if she may be present in this region?” If she were truly caught up in the so-called game, Saber dreaded to imagine what mood it all may put her in. “I believe I may have seen your face in the cafeteria from a distance. Should you need assistance, then it is only right to lend a hand to an ally”.
“I can tell!” He chirped in when she brought up the differences, to which he thought mainly of the one that his head was still attached.”But I don’t know if she’s here. If I may say, your altered self is what they call ‘extra’, so her excessive methods in dealing with nuisances would come to everyone’s attention sooner or later if she’s here.” Like, a purple blast of a laser beam cutting through the sky? An illegal motorbike race? A hamburger place going bankrupt?
But that was enough of her, he didn’t intend to summon the devil in person. The relief her words brought her found itself in his dramatic reach for his own heart. “Thank you! Yes, yes... we probably passed each other before.” He gestured at his coffin while holding up a gun fashioned into a miniature version of it. “How about I leave my trusty weapon with you while I use this one? We can break a high-score this way!”
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onikind:
鬼 “We wandering Servants haven’t a place to go in this realm, is that not correct? I wonder if it would be worth it for an oni such as myself to forge a new contract with another.”
@crimedynamics
Oni had a reputation of valueing their freedom, so that wish for a contract came as quite curious. Assassin had to be bored. “It’s not beneficial to you at all to have a master. Or are you the type who gets a kick out of messing with a protagonist’s moral compass?“
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT / 1.01 –– 1.04 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“It was a time when bike helmets hadn’t been invented yet, or car seatbelts, or even normal adult supervision.”
“That was the day I famously decided to upstage god.”
“You made a spectacle of yourself in there.”
“You know what I call Watergate? Phony news.”
“Poor pagan babies are starving to death and the church needs money to save them by baptizing them before they die.”
“You don’t have asthma. We can’t afford asthma.”
“I made a commitment, a word you might want to look up in that new collegiate dictionary you bought because the old one didn’t contain hip new lingo like ‘congressperson’ and ‘gorp’.”
“I always say it takes four and a half months before you really see the flaws in a person.”
“Am I really an adult if I can’t even stand up for who I am and what I want to be?”
“I only tell you what to do when you’re being dumb.”
“I don’t care about my kids being happy, I just want them around.”
“If you had any talent at all, I think I would have noticed.”
“You know, for something so dreadful, which I abhor on principle, it’s pretty cool.”
“If no one else was around, who’s to say if he fell or got pushed?”
“I need someone to protect me from dogs and some of the bigger cats.”
“When you say things like that, people don’t like you.”
“There’s so many ideas popping in my head, like popcorn.”
“If your poem confuses people, they just think you’re deep and they’re dumb.”
“The whole point of poetry is making other people feel dumb.”
“Those are racist grapes!”
“Was I becoming a sociopath?”
“She’s waiting for my conscience to kick in.”
“She is trying to get you to confess. She gets to punish you, pretend you learned a valuable lesson, and feel like she’s a good mother. It’s the Catholic trifecta.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I care about people less fortunate than us.”
“I know you’re not supposed to have a favorite child, but.”
“I’m not built like you. I have a conscience.”
“Neither of us could bust the other without admitting their own guilt.”
“I realized that my mom and I were more alike than I’d ever thought, both sharing the same self-destructive, stubborn streak.”
“We, together, had committed the perfect crime.”
“Like dads since cavemen days, mine loved the heroic feeling of bringing something home intended to make life easier for his mate.”
“The scientific explanation’s complicated, but the dad explanation is, ‘Shut up’.”
“If you don’t like it by tomorrow, keep trying.”
“Are you aiming for a broken home or a broken jaw?”
“When you say something to her that she doesn’t want to hear, she tends to respond with hostility.”
“The more hostility, the more you know you’re on to something.”
“First off, girl’s penises are totally different from ours.”
“No one wants a baked potato at 9pm.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of making a spectacle?”
“What kind of monsters are we raising? They’re animals. They eat dirt, they fall off things, they save their farts in jars.”
“You stuck a knife in my back with a fork!”
“I don’t want to be happy. I like things just the way they are.”
“I’m a big dope, and I’d be lost without you.”
“I guess it’s hard for you to have fun.”
“She has a sixth sense when it comes to us trying to get away with anything.”
“She’s the enemy of fun.”
“These useless lumps are no help.”
“Are you saying these rich people are better than us? Trick question, of course they are.”
“If he likes you so much, why is he running away?”
“I went to her funeral, just to make sure she was dead.”
“He’s not my most devious offspring.”
“With the right friends, I could see him adding value to society one day.”
“Dinner was the one time we could come together as a family and avoid talking about our day.”
“A dog’s a big responsibility, not like a fish or a cat where it doesn’t matter if you keep it alive.”
“Is nobody even going to bring up the real crime here today?”
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shinjuku was great i’m glad i have a NP2 moriarty now
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honnoniwa:
✒ The words of pharaoh Nitocris had paved a rather vivid anxiety in Murasaki’s heart, though she would never have admitted such a thing to her. To cause Nitocris, or anyone she deemed a close friend, such grief wouldn’t sit well in her heart. That was why she’d sought out external answers such as this man here.
Though considering his reputation in the stories of Sherlock Holmes, she could certainly say he had an aura to match that rep. She could only wonder what he’d been searching for in this library, but if the answers he gave could provide some peace of mind then…
“I see… I can’t say my characters weren’t inspired by real life people.” Genji had been based on the Minister and she’d lent her own existence to the character of Murasaki no Ue whom he married. Admitting that allowed would be too embarrassing to admit, however. Yet to probe further… she had to. “Would you say it might be possible for a character based on someone who is already a Servant to manifest as their own Servant?”
He swirled a bit back and forth, still all too comfortable in the leather swivel chair. Holmes once accosted him about their nature and the reveal whether Sir Doyles’ brainchildren really were his own, or truly people who lived. It’s a mystery he knew the answer to, but not one the Caster before him would find out today. “A Servant’s Servant! It’s a really interesting idea. Legends have variations and figures have expies that some scrupulous monopoly eventually abuses by ripping off our public domain stories! Hah! It’s possible like winning in the lottery is possible.“
“There’s my poker-pal Vlad the Impaler. He’s exactly such a Servant: The fictional Count Dracula and the historical sovereign of Romania. If the fictional aspect is more famous than the real deal, it gets messy sometimes and the real one is summoned warped by the ideas about the fantasy. It’s a one-way ticket to finding Innocent Monster in your skill-set. But! In the end it’s all about what mark they left on history, fictional or not. It’s all hypothesis until they qualify as Servant at all. Does that answer things?“
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honnoniwa:
✒ “James Moriarty.” The man’s existence was acknowledged with a subtle bow. He was a Servant born of literature, and so there was little chance the Murasaki Shikibu that so greatly cherished books wouldn’t have made a point to learn of him in Chaldea.
“As the librarian of this place I was simply hoping I could help you before picking your brain a moment. You see, I have some questions about what it’s like to be a fictional character given life as a Servant. Rather… someone recently suggested it was possible a character from one of my own works could meet the same fate, and the thought has stirred some anxiety in my heart.”
“Oh? You’re the librarian here too? Well, then that’s my lucky day!“ Well, he loved getting the gears in his brain to work, but this was torture. The writer had a little halo in his eyes already... or maybe that’s the bright lights above their heads. “Well then, milady! I help you, you help me. It’s a deal. So, you’re interested in my very existence and its ties to fiction...“ How profound.
The Archer cleared his throat and leaned back into the chair. “You came to the right person! Unlike someone, I won’t bore you to sleep with prolonged exposition to make myself look smart before the audience. Well, lets get this out the box. Completely fictional Servants are an absurd rarity. But if you drew inspiration based on someone real, that changes things.”
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@sixwellplacedkittens / sc
The city provided its fair share of unusual sights, but this one felt puzzling even to him and was worth the math: how do you walk a cat in public? “Excuse me, but is that your cat? How do you keep it from running away?“
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@honnoniwa / SC
“Useless, useless, useless...“ Dismissing all that appeared in his search results, a gloved finger swiped quickly across one of the screens in the library. Moriarty broke his focus at someone’s approach and leaned away from the desk. “Why hello there. We haven’t seen each other since that incident way back in Chaldea.“ He waved vaguely, like he already forgot himself what of many happenings he referred to.
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"Let us play cards sometime, for old times sake. I'll pay for drinks."
@drakulya
“My favorite ‘Zerker is back for another round. I’m in. Don’t think that Shakespeare being out will better your chances at winning, buddy. Also, you can leave the drinks to me, or did my last time as server disappoint you? (impossible)”
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synchrogaze:
“Ah! How could you forget me after all this time!? All of the memories! Like this! And that! And you don’t remember that time!?” Was she playing around? Maybe a little.
Pfffff. “You’ll have to do better than this if you want to trick yourself into my inheritance. That’s a 3/10, young lady. But if you want 5D, give my memory a jump-start. What part of Spirale is this again?“
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sanctummilitis:
With sign of senseless slaughter abound, even encouraged by the gamemaster, she would exercise caution in approaching another, uncertain precisely where their mind-set regarding the tactic may fall. Whilst hardly one who might fall, the notion of turning blade unto another was one best evaded altogether.
“Might you be in possession of sufficient points to be relaxing, or perhaps this is merely a breather? I ask not with intent of absconding with them, such measures as unnecessary, so worry not”.
For a split moment he inhaled deeply, fearing it was the other Arthuria. But no pale skin, no threatening gold eyes. Just a heroine-looking type overlooking the chaos in all her dignity!
“Breather! Breather! All that shooting and standing goes into the back.“ The seated Archer made a point with a bone-pop as he stretched to stand up again. “The legendary king of knights wouldn’t mind helping out a senior in need, mmm? I was on good terms with your altered version!” As good as anyone could be on terms with her without dying anyway. “Ah, perhaps you remember me from Chaldea?“
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ENTER_THE LOST COLISEUM
A part of the Intraspace’s arena, the Lost Coliseum is a series of tournaments for battling to one’s heart content, earning fame and making quick cash. It sets itself apart with two points
1) the fighters are only those with super natural abilities and 2) the end of the battle is the death of the opponent(’s avatar.)
Now searching fighters and staff! Send your application today!
OOC: Tournaments are battle writing prompts that you can tackle however you like once they go up! For more information check out the page!
APPLICATION FORMS // POSITIONS // STAFF // TOURNAMENTS // TOS // SUBMIT
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synchrogaze:
“I DID!”
“…WHO ARE YOU AGAIN!?”
“Awawawa, how sweet! I missed you t-“
“Wait, I don’t know you.“ Wow, he didn’t even answer!
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“Whooo missed me~?“
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Hello fellow less than lawful citizens, it's been a while! Reapping Archer of Shinjuku of Fate/Grand Order!
Welcome back, you old spider!
You’ll be housed in Apartment 365!
You’ll retain everything you had previously.
– mod spica
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