#fgo.

[dnangelic]

"Daisuke, would you like to play Mario Kart with me?" Was this his excuse to spend more time with them? Yes. Would he admit this? Probably not. Kings sometimes did things in roundabout ways.

@ardenssolis

' mario kart ... ? '

--- with a KING ?!

no way , no way ! what if he got vaporized or something if he won ?! the pharaoh could have turned him into a pile of smoldering ash in a blink , declaring it his reward ! and he didn't want to make ozymandias upset if the ancient egyptian happened to end up beaten by a child , a thief , or any other belittling , disparaging descriptor the other could have begrudged against him !

then again , games like these weren't exactly the niwa's hobby , so it should have been fine to believe in the pharaoh to win every match , right ? ozymandias wouldn't go easy on him for being younger , right ?! no doubt if he threw away any assured victory on purpose , the rider might have put on a stern face and mildly scolded him for giving a win away , too . but really , it was impossible to guess what would happen either way --- !

daisuke doesn't have it in him to decline ! saying no would have been no doubt insolent in the face of a king . so the boy stiffly nods his head a little . he nervously clutches at his own hands . ' i'll ... um , i'll do my best ... ' and like that , with any luck or pity on ozymandias's behalf , he might even survive it .

[sassycatpantsu]

why do you fight?

because i love them, she says as easy as breathing. just as automatic, no hesitation on her part, no need to even think about the answer. because she loved them and it was really that simple.

it probably isn't the answer he's expecting.

(she wants to save him, thinks for an instant that maybe–but this isn't someone she can save. it hurts. it hurts, that he's there and she thinks he deserves to be saved too but leanne can't save him too because she loves them and the only way to save them is to not save him.

and maybe the fire in her lungs isn't just metaphorical anymore–air's hard to pull in, and she hasn't been able to feel her hands for minutes.

she can't stop. if she stops now then everything's lost.)

i know it's a tragedy, she continues, another summon another skill another dismissal over and over. no time to stop, but she wants him to understand. that's what life is. that's what love is. it's tragedy and separation and dying and doing it anyway.

she's had to learn that lesson over and over, hadn't she? had to learn that even if she had to try, she couldn't save everyone. that it was okay to let others help her hold things up. as hard as it's been–she'd done it. because it'd been worth it.

(love love love

that's always what it came down to.)

i'm sorry that you loved us so much that it hurt you.

[roabe]

Jalt think

[tosart]

[rennebright]

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[majunju]

this is how they communicate

[fledbeast578]

Question, do blogs that openly love a specific character enjoy being pm-ed or ask-ed about them and asked questions about said character? Or is it uncomfortable when that happens

[wishem]

doodels

[shanks]

AYA (´・ω・｀)

[the-belial]

Jinako meme because its pretty fitting (looking at u, Karna)

[kikaruuni]

kimono astolfo from Konoe Ototsugu, Asaki Yuzuno CHALDEA SKETCH 11

[dnangelic]

he’d been witnessing enough around chaldea and the holiday that it made him sick to his stomach.

where fools would go out and waste either time or money, if not both, or attempt to craft something by hand to put more care in showing their feelings, and in particular berserker had to go roll his eyes at since it’s such a lazy excuse to go out for one day as if the other 364 days didn’t matter. in any case, because romeo’s surrounded by his guard dog in the kitchen, the type that happily supported the day and all the happy couples and friends, and berserker being unwelcomed everywhere else where others gathered, especially today, mercutio meandered around after grabbing a few boxes of certain treats that surely would not be missed in his opinion.

finding the shock of red hair also alone, mercutio smirked, proceeding to dump those colorful boxes and bags filled with decadent, handmade chocolate that others had made, not too gracefully over daisuke’s head.

“there, you can stop moping, dai,” mercutio said, as a ruckus of yells appeared in the direction of the kitchen, and coming to his own conclusion for assassin’s moodiness leading up to today, “found those around here so i figured you’d like them better than i ever would. and today’s an annoyance that i don’t want to have to deal with.”

@toadmiretoweepover

he'd recognize that voice anywhere at this point , wouldn't he ? it's mercutio whose sound first greets him ; mercutio who towers above and suddenly pours a small avalanche without practically any concern to the way that , in tandem with the lifting tilt of the boy's own head , the spontaneous parcels would neatly smack the niwa clean in the face before sliding off his small nose , right into his lap .

' wh --- ' at first , he considers the unfortunate assumption that mercutio might have , for whatever reason , either bought or made these chocolates himself . it was mercutio , after all , and on a day like this perhaps even the berserker might not have anything better to do than to learn to bake or blend a little chocolate . a ridiculous daydream with an incredible amount of evidence pit against itself . the boy readily recognizes the cries of theft and robbery . a mass amount of chocolate's suddenly vanished , and with it , a good number of staff and servants' fury had taken its place .

' m --- mercutio-san ?! '

the niwa , of course , stands in an instant . no , this wasn't any good ! he , mercutio or himself , should have given these back ! right away ! immediately ! thieving chocolates then unloading them onto another thief felt a trick as foul as it was fair , and though his arms and hands frantically fumble with every box , he's as careful as he is impressively capable of disallowing even a single chocolate's spill .

even so , the terror of punishment and every old , trained habit spurs him on first .

his body moves on its own and takes both chocolate and berserker with it the moment it decides to act . chocolates pile in his grasp as his hand snatches and pulls at mercutio's wrist , sending them flying down the halls , away from any frustrated pursuit . it isn't long until the door of the boy's room slams shut behind them , mercutio left standing in the middle of the niwa's allotted chamber , its young lord huffing and puffing red-faced , flustered .

' w ... why did you do that ?! ' rather --- what he understood of mercutio's reasons and intentions , he wasn't sure that he could entirely believe ... not in regards to the other and their irritations , even , but the very fact that he , of all individuals , would have been the one to be deposited with so many chocolates . ' i wasn't ... i wasn't moping ! '

lies as red as his hands , his hair , his eyes , and his face . certainly , it's as if this sole complaint was his only priority . ' i just ... a little , just a little , ' wanted something ? to be a part of the numbers working hard to make sweets , putting every ounce of their skill and feelings into things for the sake of someone , or to be that person worthy of even just one gift ? even if his heart had been pounding , something about it was still heavy , too heavy to draw out his wings . that was the sort of day this was for him .

' i ... it's just ... hard not to feel a little lonely . '

instinctively , a fist balls up against his chest , clutching at nothing . he's not sure if mercutio might be able to understand , seeming to loathe more than he was ever longing , and anyways , without even thinking , daisuke had practically trapped the berserker in his room already . ' i'm sorry ... um , you can go , if you want . ' because he shifts away from the entrance to stare into the pile of stolen sweets moved onto his bed instead .

really , what was he going to do with these ? by the time he could deliver them back , no doubt the kitchen's frantic and zealous enthusiasts would have made something replacements . maybe something even better than what had been stolen . one of the niwa's hands lifts and scratches at the back of his head . in the next instant , he carefully selects a box , and turns about to presses it intently into mercutio's chest .

' um --- ! it's not ... romantic . but ... i know --- kind of , what happens . and why it happens . to you , mercutio-san . ' he gulps a little . it's poor taste , spoiling and bitter to speak of death on a day like this . likewise , it's worse to have died at all , no doubt , to and for the sake of a thing like love and warring conflicts , then to be lost in a day practically celebrating it . ' but ... this one --- this one is from me . '

his insistence eases , and the selected box is merely left in mercutio's grasp .

' ... please accept it . '

stolen chocolates returned to a thief by a thief , daisuke's hands always struggling to create anything edible of their own . even if only his sentiments and intentions were sincere and pure-hearted , was that enough ? on a day like this , things felt entirely overwhelming and strange . mercutio , whose name became synonymous with capricious behavior , suddenly seemed a sole , stable solace , just as he might have been on any other day .

and that's why the boy flings himself in an embrace of the other . truths in every change : his sudden height and reds shifting into violets . even if it was nothing more than a throwaway , castaway script and tease on mercutio's part , the niwa was still infinitely grateful in this moment , just as he was desperate for just one deep allotted , heart-pounding , soul-soaring cling . what annoyed one depressed another , but like this ...

' thank you . ' was it arrogant and foolish to believe the other had still truly , properly given him something ? that they had been willing to ? was it foolish to want to believe as much ?

( whatever the case , his heart felt soothed a little , despite the trouble mercutio --- and perhaps now even himself , as an accomplice , had made . )

[blackfeatherdragon]

the amount of games made with unity though...

night in the woods, ori, cuphead, untitled goose game, hiveswap, hollow knight and silksong, pokemon bdsp, pokemon go, fate: grand order, fire emblem engage, genshin impact, doom (switch port only), ultrakill, among us, yugioh duel links, yugioh master duel...

so many games Will be impacted it's not even funny. Fuck Unity.

[roabe]

Tan aoko

[zeravmeta]

[rennebright]

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