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DAY 16!

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Night of the New Year

Chattering bounced off of the walls of the ballroom. The higher ups from all kinds of species, humans, dwarfs, dragons and elves, were enjoying the new years celebration together, forging new bonds and strengthening old ones. Some were dancing together on the dance floor to the rhythm of the music, others were laughing while dining on the many small delicacies prepared by the kitchen staff. Among them were two Servants, the Red Hood wildly dancing with some of the guests. The Prince was watching from afar, with apple juice in a wine glass per his request. His gaze was focused on five specific people standing at the other side of the room, sipping on his juice as they talked, ready to jump the second someone made a wrong move. But their conversation seemed to go flawless. The chief of the dwarfs laughed heartily at something the human baron said and the Head of the light Elves just sighed with a mixture of mild annoyance and amusement. The Elder Dragon watched them quietly while the Prince’s Master giggled amused.

The woman was dressed in much more refined clothing than usual. A long grey dress adorned her figure, with a low cleavage covered in white fur. The bodice was a darker grey than the skirt, with longer separate sleeves ending at her elbows, whose edges were also decorated with the same white fur. Underneath them was another layer of sleeves, in the same color as the skirt and reaching her wrists. Her back and shoulders were mostly covered by a long coat, also made out of fur to keep her warm in the cold winter night. The woman’s grey hair was braided with flowers and a vine like crown rested on her head. After a few more minutes, the woman left the four sovereigns on their own, planing to leave the room. The Prince wanted to follow, but was promptly dragged to the dance floor by the Red Hood.

The guards at the door didn’t question her, nor did anyone else, too absorbed in their conversations and celebrations. Once she made sure nobody was in sight, she quickened her pace, desperate to get out of that posh and proper persona. Through hallways and up the stairs, she quickly found herself at the inner wall of the castle, having a good outlook of the city and forest below. Quickly shutting the door behind her and with little regard if anyone is there or not, the tired Queen leaned against the wood, eyes closed and slowly sliding down until she reached the floor. A huge sigh escaped her as the strain of all those social rules slowly started to fade.

“You seem tired.”

With a yelp, the woman jumped to her feet, but quickly lost balance again. Before she could tumble back to the ground, a pair of arms caught her, a hand on her waist and a claw on her arm. His hold on her was firm, but gentle enough that she could easily step away. Regaining her composure, she looked up to see who scared her so much and found a pair of worried black and green eyes staring back at her. She giggled at the sight and took a step back before answering.

“I’m fine, just so done with politics.”

The man in front of her seemed curious about her complains, but didn’t ask any question, so she continued.

“That’s why I came up here. But I didn’t expect to see you here, oh almighty guardian of our beloved island.”

For the dramatic flare, she bowed slightly, much to the annoyance of the wolf. Looking at his grumpy face again, she couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

“Sorry sorry, couldn’t help myself. Seriously tho, I didn’t expect to see you on the surface Fen, so what gives?”

The fluffy ears on top of his head twitched before he looked up at the sky and her gaze followed his. A breeze softly flew past them as he gave his simple answer.

“You mentioned a few days ago that it is new years soon, so I wanted to come up and see it for myself.”

“But the celebrations are inside, not here on the walls.”

The statement made the wolf smile.

“I knew you’d come here eventually, and your company without any mask is more than enough reason to wait here.”

The woman rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face showed her obvious amusement.

“Well, since you waited here for me, I suppose it’s only proper to spend some time together!”

With these words, Mordred let herself fall back to the ground, caring fairly little for the expensive clothes and leaning against the stone of the wall. Patting the floor beside her, she didn’t need to tell him twice before the wolf sat down beside her.

“Soooo the politics you mentioned?”

The dreaded topic made the mage groan in frustration, causing Fenrir to chuckle at her misery.

“Oh you have no idea how hard it is to work with those chiefs! Mister dwarf guy always wants to solve everything with violence, the funky baron is a slimy lying snake and both the elven guy and the elder dragon are just staring at me like I’m some young child that doesn’t understand the world! It’s horrible!”

Flailing her arms around to physically show her anger, all that Mordred achieved with that was making her friend laugh louder.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“But it is! Especially with all of these extra things they demand of me. Like, oh I’m sorry that I can’t remember everything that happened in the last five hundred years in a day. What does mister know it all think I am? A walking textbook?!”

Hearing Fenrir howl out laughing quickly lightened her mood and she soon joined in on his laughter. Guards surely heard them by now, but neither of them could care. When one slowly came back down from their laughter, one look at the other was enough to send them back into a fit of giggles. Pressing her back against the stonewall, Mordred tried to regain control of her breathing again while also repress the urge to fall into laughter again.

“Great, now I’m cold and my stomach hurts!”

Almost as if to prove a point, a strong and cold wind blew past them, making the dragon lady shiver again. Even with the furred cape, she wasn’t able to escape the cold that easily. Before she could complain more though, a heavy and warm fabric was placed on her shoulders. Her hands reached for it and found grey and black long fur along with Fenrir’s blue cape.

“Wait but you said-”

“I trust you.”

With a surprised look on her face, Mordred stared at Fenrir, baffled that he gave her his coat so willingly. The wolf smiled at her, eyes filled with a warmth that looked so familiar yet so foreign.

“I trust you more than anyone else in the entire world.”

The warmth was quickly replaced with a certain sadness as he averted his eyes and his ears lay flat on his head.

“People always viewed me as a monster or a savior. They kept me at a distance, either too afraid or in awe.”

He looked back up at her again, the warmth returning tenfold. Gently, his hand rested on hers.

“But you never shied away from me, even when I was angry. You treated me like everybody else and I don’t know how to describe it, but it just made me so incredibly happy and warm inside. Over time this warmth only kept growing with every single one of your visits and now I can’t even imagine spending the rest of my existence without you in it. You just mean so much to me.”

His words left her speechless, because even if he didn’t say it, she knew what he was talking about. Their fingers intertwined and her other hand gently rested on his cheek, fingers softly brushing along the scars below his black eye.

“Oh you silly wolf.”

Pulling him closer, the wolf didn’t try to resist in any way and leaned closer to her, his ears perked up high. In a delicate and soft tone she whispered.

“I love you too.”

And in a swift motion, their lips united in a kiss.

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Black Cats of Halloween

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Two black cats who suddenly appeared in Chaldea, caused problems and kidnapped the Master. They’re just two ordinary cats who look for a home.

Bond 1

Height/Weight: 25 cm/4 kg

Source: Unknown

Region: Unknown

Alignment: Chaotic good

Gender: Male/Female

Their height and weight is based on there cat bodies.

Bond 2

Two cats who represent the different myths around black cats. The female one stands for fortune and wealth. The male one stands for bad luck and witchcraft.

There is nearly no difference between the two. In order to recognize who is who, Mash gave the female one a white collar and the male one a green one.

Bond 3

(Can only be unlocked after clearing the events main story)

Nyx is always running around and is a very active cat. She loves to play with cat toys or other animal like servants. Nyx is sometimes found sleeping together with her brother in the Masters bed. She’s a cat through and through.

Bond 4

Styx in contrary is very calm and quiet. This black cat is the definition of a napping cat. He’s often seen lying in some random places. Sometimes he sleeps in a drawer, sometimes in a sink. Some servants already found him sleeping in a pod.

Bond 5

"Let’s call upon the demon who helped us survive – Demoness Aynaet"

Rank: A

Type: Anti-Army

Black Savior Demon

Two kittens were thrown out of their home and left to die. Those two stray kittens were saved by an Ethiopian demoness, who swore to protect them at all cost. In order to do that, she turns herself into a small cat demon and acts as their Noble Phantasm. When activated, Aynaet appears in her true form behind the twins and attacks the enemies with her claws.

Extra

Those two cats aren’t just cats. They can turn into humans with cat ears and a tail. But they usually stay in their cat forms, because no-one can actually find them when they hide somewhere. They always run away if they caused trouble and are often found in some strange places. It already happened, that they sneaked into the Masters room at night, fell asleep as cats and woke up as humans, clinging to their Master.

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Little Red Riding Hood – Lancer

First Ascension: A young woman with reddish brown hair, wearing an autumn colored dress. A clean line is on the front of it, starting at the edge of the skirt and ending at her collar. Said collar is in a dark red-brown. Stitches run alongside the line, making it seem like someone cut the dress and it was stitched back together. Those stitches disappear under a corset in a darker brown than the dress itself. The sleeves vanish under dark gloves that reach the middle of her forearms. In her hands lies a golden battle axe, a wolf engraved into it’s handle. A certain red hood hides her face, it’s cape reaching her knees. It’s impossible to see her expression, a wolf mask hiding it from view. Only a green light from the eyes and a wolfish grin can be seen. Dark leggings and boots cover her legs, leaving only the mouth and part of the neck without cover.

Second Ascension: The hood is taken off, leaving her hair to flow freely in the wind. It just goes past her shoulders, looking rather unkempt and wild. Fur trimmings now line her dress, gloves and boots, giving her the appearance of a hunter during the winter.

Final Ascension: A pair of wolf ears appear on her head, in the same color as her hair. Her hands turn into claws, tightly gripping her weapon. On a belt hangs now a crossbow and two wolves stand on her side, their bodies made out of blood. Her mask is gone, having broken in two. Instead, you can see stitches on her face, starting where the ones on her dress ended and stopping at her hairline. They hold together a clean cut, stopping it from opening again. Surprisingly, no blood flows from that wound.

Traits

Class: Lancer

Alternatives: Berserker

True Name: Red Riding Hood

Source: Grimm Fairy tales/German folklore

Region: Germany

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Attribute: Earth

Known as: Riie, Rotkäppchen, Little Red Cap

Voice Actress: Yui Ishikawa

Deck: BBBAQ

Parameters

Strength: A

Endurance: EX

Agility: A

Mana: E

Luck: D

NP: B

Passive Skills

Twisted Mind

A skill exclusive for the Twisted Servants. It marks them as warped versions of their original tale, making it nearly impossible to see the true Servant underneath. Through their creation in a world where everything is digital, they can’t comprehend things that are exclusive for the real world. For example, pain or blood. No twisted Servant can feel pain, nor are they able to understand the concept of blood or what it means. Their mind is twisted beyond repair and nobody can change that.

(In-game effect: Immune to all mental debuffs)

One of the Hounds

As the one who calls the hounds, she is one of them as well. Hunters of blood, multiplying with each wound and each drop of life essence. They disappear as quickly as they came, but they are never truly gone, coming back in a single second.

(In-game effect: HP will never fall bellow 1 when taking Bleeding damage)

Madness Enhancement EX

While it isn’t hard to have a fully normal conversation with Riie, it is nearly impossible to reason with her. Her mind is that of a tortured soul, lashing out and going for the throat at any chance she gets. Not even her Master is save from it, even with the use of Command Spells. She isn’t capable of separating right from wrong, only doing things that seem “funny” to her.

(In-game effect: Increases own Buster performance by 12%)

Magic Resistance D+

As a being of fantasy and pure fiction, magic often times has little effect on her. However, as magical as her tale may be, she is still a somewhat humane entity, neither fully human, nor fully beast, so her resistance can not rival others by a long shot.

Active Skills

Tell-Tale Heart

Hearing the continuous beating of her own heart, a heart that shouldn’t be there, that wasn’t there upon her creation, Riie goes insane. Not caring about any collateral damage, she blindly attacks both enemies, allies and herself.

(In-game effect: Inflicts “Bleeding” onto all enemies, all allies and Riie two times. Charges NP Gauge by 40%)

Oblivious Mind

Through a combination of her inability to feel pain and her limited knowledge of what is fundamentally “normal” and what isn’t, Riie never takes notice to the damage on her body. She doesn’t stop unless she collapses or dies.

(In-game effect: Grants Invincibility for 2 turns. Reduces HP by 50% of her current HP)

Bloodhounds of the Dark Forest

As hunter and as wolf, she has hounds that she calls for help. Once blood has flown, one of her dogs jumps out of the red liquid. They are her pack, her hounds and the only ones who understand her. The fact that they are purely made of blood doesn’t matter to Riie.

(In-game effect: Inflicts Bleeding on herself two times. Increases attack by 30%)

Noble Phantasm

Ewige Jagd im Dunklen Wald – A Journey with no Return

Rank: B

Maximum Targets: 500

Range: ???

Classification: Anti-Army

A reality marble, recreating the forest of the fairy tale. Follow the road, never leave it. Follow the trail, never be swayed. Ignore the eyes following you, ignore the temptation of the unknown. Follow the footsteps of the little girl. But why do they start to lead into the trees? Once you take a step off it, you will be lost forever, being stalked by a gluttonous hunter. The trail is gone and the hunt begins. She will use many tricks, making you distrust everything and everyone. At the end, you are merely one more prey added to her endless list of meals.

Painless Beast – Who exactly am I?

Rank: A+

Maximum Targets: ???

Range: ???

Classification: Anti-Human

Who is the girl with the red hood? Who is the beast with claws like knives and teeth like swords? Who is the hunter with the golden weapon? The answer is simple: Riie. She is both the girl and the wolf, the hunter and the forest. An amalgamation of everyone and everything. But who are the most prominent? Everyone has a clear place, but what about the wolf? Filled with confusion, frustration and pain, the hounds turn on the red hood, swallowing her whole and release the true beast, the giant wolf of the fairy tale. In a fit of rage, she will attack everything and everyone, only howls, growls and screams of pain. The beast finally felt pain and is now breaking from all the wounds.

(In-game effect: Increases attack by 10% per Bleeding stack on self for 3 turns (activates first). Deals heavy damage to all enemies. Reduces HP by 2000. Reduces allies HP by 500 per Bleeding stack)

Voice Lines

Summoned: “Incoming! Final Lancer, Red Hood, ready to kill!… huh? Calm down? Why calm down when I’m all fired up and ready to go?! Ah- by the way, don’t call me Red Hood, I prefer Riie!”

Level up 1: “More power for me~!”

Level up 2: “You really like playing with fire.”

First Ascension: “Ooooooo I love the new look! The fur is great for cold weather and makes hunting a bit easier!”

Second Ascension: “Well, You’re really curious about me, aren’t you? Making me so strong and powerful! How about we stay here though? I like this, it’s nice… please.”

Third Ascension: “Aaaaaaaaa… why…? I don’t like this, I don’t want this… Why did you reveal the truth? I liked just being the Red Hood, I don’t like the others. Don’t look. Don’t look at my disgusting face. Ignore me, pretend I’m not there. Just use me as you see fit and throw me away. You won’t?… why? Why would you want to have a terrific amalgamation like me around?”

Final Ascension: “I’m me again, the Red Hood everyone knows and loves. Let’s stick with this, keep it like this and forget everything that happened before. I’ll even forgive you for causing it in the first place! Just forget it all and we can go back to how it was!”

Fight Start 1: “I’ll munch on you and you and you!”

Fight Start 2: “Let me at ‘em, LET ME AT ‘EM!”

Skill 1: “Take a look at my hounds, aren’t they adorable?”

Skill 2: “This sound drives me INSANE.”

Skill 3: “What was I supposed to do? Oh, right! Killing the enemy!”

Command Card Select 1: “Next prey found!”

Command Card Select 2: “One goes down and the next one follows!”

Command Card Select 3: “Hunt my hounds, give chase!”

Noble Phantasm Select 1: “A- wait! Don’t!”

Noble Phantasm Select 2: “No… please…”

Attack 1: “Munch munch munch!”

Attack 2: “Let’s see some heads roll!”

Attack 3: “I’ll rip them to pieces!”

Extra Attack: “Enjoy your last second!”

Noble Phantasm 1: “No. Nonononononon. I don’t want to do this, I hate this. My hounds, please don’t do- AAAAAAAAA.”

Noble Phantasm 2: “You made me do this. It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, YOUR FAULT! You turned me into this Painless Beast! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

Damage from Noble Phantasm: “Good, but not good enough!”

Regular Damage: “Hehehe.”

Defeated 1: “I think.. I overdid it again…”

Defeated 2: “No! I’m still… hungry.”

Victory 1: “I could go on forever!”

Victory 2: “Wait, you’re already dead?! I just got started!”

Ascension 1 and 2

Bond 1: “I’ll let you in on a little secret. While I like to eat anything and everything, I mostly prefer chocolate! Especially the dark one, it’s so bitter!”

Bond 2: “Why do I go by Riie? Well, I don’t like the name Red Hood, it’s a bit toooo long for my taste. And it makes it easier for me personally. I don’t put a label on who of them I am.”

Bond 3: “To be honest, I’m not just the Red Hood. I’m the wolf too. And the hunter, the house, the grandma, the forest. But all of these identities, who of them all am I? I can hear them screaming in my head, all of them wanting to be the Servant in front of you, but non of them are me.”

Bond 4: “I still have no idea who or what I am. There’s just so much going on inside me, and it’s all so loud, everyone trying to win the upper hand. I don’t even know how I’m able to restrain myself enough to not rip out anyone’s organs. Why do I feel so… calm?”

Bond 5: “I think I finally know why I can stop myself day by day. It is because you are kind. You’ve shown me kindness so far and even accepted all the turmoil and ugliness. Thank you. From now until the end, I’ll make sure to always clear the way for you, no matter how violent it may be.”

Dialogue 1: “Oi, master, buddy, pal, when can we go fighting again? It’s a calm day today, it’s so boring!”

Dialogue 2: “Have you seen my blood hounds? Now you have!”

Dialogue 3: “All of my hounds actually have names! They look pretty similar but I can still differentiate them! There’s Elaine, Laverne and Odette, as well as Bellamy, Garlyn and Lionel!”

Dialogue 4 (Charlemagne or Oberon): “Well don’t you smell a lot like you aren’t supposed to exist. I take it that at least a part of you is purely fiction. Makes two of us!”

Dialogue 5 (Author Servants): “So you are people who create entities like me. Makes me wonder, what is going on inside your head? Considering how dark some of your stuff is, I’m not sure if I really want to know.”

Dialogue 6 (Little Prince): “Princeling! You’re here too! Wha- Hey! Come back! Let me play with you!”

Dialogue 7 (Hessian Lobo): “Oh? Another wolf! A- oh no… I feel both happy but also, holy smokes the red hood in me is screaming in fear!”

Dialogue 8 (Van Gogh): “Oho? Another Servant with an existential crisis? Good to know I’m not the only one with that.”

Likes: “I love hunting, but you know that already. What else, what else, what else. My hounds, fighting, wine and cake!”

Dislikes: “I don’t like stones. Dunno why, but they make me uneasy. Also, water and scissors. Weird stuff, I know.”

About the Grail: “I can’t really think of a-… wait, never mind, I have a wish. But that is my secret~.”

During an event: “Oh something is going on! Come on come on we have to check it out immediately!!”

Birthday: “Alles gute zum Geburtstag! That’s German for Happy Birthday. Let’s go to the cafeteria, the others made cake!”

Ascension 3 (Does not have Dialogue lines)

Bond 1: “Stay away, don’t look. After everything so far, I hate you. Making me trust you, just to stab me in the back when I asked you to stop.”

Bond 2: “Didn’t I tell you to stay away? I am very much capable to just eat you right here and now… apologize? APOLOGIZE?! THAT DOES NOTHING TO CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED! If you really want to apologize, just stay out of my sight or find a way to turn me back!”

Bond 3: “What do you want this time? I can hardly stop myself from attacking, just stay away. Although, if I do attack you, one of your other Servants might kill me and I can rest. Now would that be worth it? Dang, the thought makes my head hurt.”

Bond 4: “You really can’t stop bothering me. Fine, what do you-… ARE YOU TRYING TO BRIBE ME WITH CHOCOLATE?!… How dare you abuse my secret like that. And how dare I actually fall for it.”

Bond 5: “I still don’t forgive you. For now. But sitting on it all for too long won’t solve anything, so I guess I’ll join you in your antics again. But if I end up trying to eat you, you have nobody to blame but yourself. I warned you before, now live with the consequences!”

Profil

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One of the most well known fairy tales in the modern world, first documented by the brothers Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm in their first edition of their Children's and Household Tales. Many different versions of her story are known, but in all of them she wears a cloth in a bright red. This version however is turned and twisted, changing the innocent and gullible red hood into the bloodthirsty monster known as Riie.

Her mother send her to her grandmother, who was sick and lives in the forest. Together with a basket, a bottle of wine and some cake, she went on her way. But a wolf spotted her, trying to lure her off the trail. The girl refused and continued on her way. So the wolf went to the grandmother and ate her, disguising himself as her to wait for the red hood. Once she arrived, he ate her as well. But to their luck, a huntsman was nearby. As the wolf slept, he cut open his stomach. In joy, the girl and her grandmother jumped out. They filled the wolf with stones and stitched him back up. When he finally woke up from his nap, the stones were so heavy that he fell to his death.

Bond 1

Height/Weight: 171 cm/ 67 kg

Source:German folklore

Region: Germany

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Gender: Female

Bond 2

But her childish nature is deceiving. She seems innocent at first glance, but everything she does and says is a complete contradiction to that girl in the fairy tale. Her existence is a contradiction in and of itself, her stories being pure fiction, yet she still exist as a singular entity, defying the rules of the world.

Bond 3

Her existence is only possible through a certain project in a simulation. While she shouldn't be able to exist in reality, the simulation made it possible, because those who aren’t meant to exist can open their eyes there for the first time. The system and the simulation dug into the throne of heroes, giving the red hood a chance to anchor herself to reality and become “real”. And that is exactly what she did. However, her status as a Twisted Servant remained, no matter how often her core was ripped apart to find the issue.

Bond 4

Despite claiming to be the defenseless Red Hood, Riie is a very capable huntress and warrior. Her thrive and eagerness to kill is nearly unmatched, only the most courageous dare to challenge her to a duel. However, every challenger quickly realized one important issue. Riie doesn’t fight to win a duel, she fights to kill her opponent. She doesn’t differentiate between friendly spar or all changing battle. For her, the only end to a fight is death. After this happened a few times, Riie was officially banned from taking part in practice matches.

Bond 5 (Ascension 3 unlocked)

Riie is a mix of every character in the story of the Red Riding Hood. Be it the wolf, hunter or forest. Even the barely mentioned mother and the wooden basket, all are a part of her. And all of them want to be in control. The crying of the terrified little girl, the hungry howls of the wolf, the angry shouts of the hunter. All of them echo in her head with no stop in sight. Unable to rest, Riie throws herself into any altercation, in hopes of drowning out the noises of her components. Despite all of this, she doesn’t hate them. The only thing she resents is her lack of identity in face of their screams.

Extra (Icelandic LB destroyed)

With an endless hunger, the beast rages on forever. Nothing stopping her all consuming jaws, nothing escaping her restless hunt. She stalks, she strikes, she eats and then she starts again. Only death can free her and any future prey, but who will be the one to strike the monster down? Who will be the brave huntsman to defeat the beast? Who will be the one to free the girl from her never ending misery? Only time may tell.

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With Dragon's Blood

Before I start, this smoll snippet is a bit confusing. I added a bit of an explanation at the end, so enjoy reding!

@panyum

Everything hurt. Ever since they entered the Fairy Kingdom’s borders, his existence has gone haywire with each passing day. His mood switched with each second, never staying the same. Unfiltered rage, endless joy and that unfulfilled craving for revenge.

It all made no sense.

With each day, his body ached. His head felt like it’s going to explode, his limbs being stiff and shaking. It wasn’t like nobody noticed his struggles. Everybody did. It wasn’t easy to dismiss the concerned looks of his sister or his friend questioning his wellbeing. But beside those two, nobody asked. He appreciated it, since there were much more important things at hand.

But now, standing on the deck of the Shadow Boarder, facing the black dragon, everything started to make sense. His hatred for the creature in front of him was an instinct, two dragons fighting over their territory, the hate only being fueled by the actions both of them took in the past.

His head felt heavy, but unlike in the past days, it felt clear, devoid of any thoughts or feelings. Despite the fighting in front of him, the man just stood there, orange eyes focused on the beast, no voice being able to reach him. A shiver ran down his spine as his gaze met the dragon’s, orange staring into yellow. It roared, did someone, his sister or maybe Sammy, say something to him?

It didn’t matter. The dragon turned it’s back to him and in a matter of seconds, the man was off the ship, falling into the hole that swallowed him whole.

It all made sense to him now. The air moved past him, his body finally feeling light and free of any burdens. A chuckle escaped his lips, sounding much deeper than usual, and his vision changed. Instead of facing the opening of the whole, his body turned to face the abyss below him. Red eyes stared right back, but the creature that once was Chaldea’s medic couldn’t care less. His hands, his wings brought him back up, out of the hole and high into the sky. Any logic was now foreign to the creature, only his instincts matter. And his instincts told Finnio only one thing. To kill the Remnant of Albion.

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Some, or rather many might be confused as to what happened just now. Well, my brain has been tinkering with an idea today and this is the result. So may I introduce to you, Finnio Williams, Mordred's younger brother and a magus with dragon blood in his veins.

While staying in the 6th Lostbelt, the land has continuously forced his dragon blood to take over his senses, so by the end of it all he did, thanks to the density of magical energy, turn into a dragon. I might elaborate more on his character in another post, but there definitely will be more stuff featuring him!

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Nightly Tea

This one is abit longer than usual, so have fun reading!

@panyum

Unlike usual, it was quiet in the building. The lights were out and the night spread its darkness through the hallways like wings. The only noise were careful steps. She didn’t want to wake anyone up, they all deserved a peaceful night of sleep. However, sleep couldn’t come for her once more. She was tired, but lying in her bed for hours on end didn’t help. So at last, Sammy could only quietly leave her room and wander around the building.

A shiver ran down her spine and she pressed the stuffed bunny closer to her chest. As tips of her fingers turned a sickly blue, her curse showed its ugly head again. In hindsight, she shouldn’t have gone on all of those gathering missions, but they needed the materials, so she had barely any choice. Her hands buried themselves in the soft fabric of the plush animal as her steps hastily echoed through the halls.

Maybe she could make something to drink, a tea or maybe some hot milk. No coffee, that would only make her situation worse. While the warmth of the drink couldn’t outlast her curse, the relaxing taste and momentarily heat makes the trip worth it. Her journey quickly lead her to the kitchen. A cabinet was opened, a teabag stolen and the kettle turned on. The bunny quietly sat on the counter, watching its owner at work.

Sammy was just about to reach for a mug when something brushed against her back and fell to the floor. The teabag was gone in a flash, being burned by a small burst of flames. The magic sparked between her fingers as she turned around. But just before she could summon her staff, she noticed the big heap of fur. It was dirty with mud, but you could still recognize its blue color.

A sight escaped her lips as she identified the wolf. A grumble came from the big animal as Sammy sat close to him on the ground and started to run her fingers through his usually fluffy coat.

“Pray tell Lobo, what did you do this time?”

Another grumble and a soft laugh from Sammy. With a burst of courage, she laid her hands on his back and just messes with the dirty fur. Quickly, the avenger turned his snout to her and growled playfully, but Sammy was already standing again, preparing her tea once more.

“You know you don’t have to scare me like that. I’m glad I only burned the teabag and nothing majorly important.”

This time she got no answer. Instead Lobo just stared at her critically. While he obviously didn’t like how she messed with his fur, he also didn’t do anything expect the growl, so she didn’t seem to have overstepped the boundary. After putting the teabag and water in the mug, she turned back to her servant. At the sight of his muddied pelt, she returned his critical stare with one of her own.

“We’ll have to wash you later.”

He gave her an irritated growl and distaste was clear in his eyes. Neither Lobo nor Sammy liked those days when the wolf needed to be washed. It was the one thing both agreed upon, even though their reasoning were wildly different. The girl just rolled her eyes and sat back down again, leaning her back against his side.

“I don’t like it either, but if we don’t wash you, the staff will complain about muddy paw prints again. If it would make things more comfortable for you, then I can ask Paris for help.”

The tail of the big animal moved from side to side in a slow manner, showing both his excitement for the small Archer, as well as his tiredness. A giggle left the blond girl as she watched her friend. She leaned further back into his fur, relaxing and closing her eyes. Talking with the canine made her more tired, so maybe she might be able to sleep now.

However, this hope was quickly destroyed. As she opened her eyes again, she was somewhere else. A pathway into a forest stretched before her. The trees were green, giving the forest a lively look. It seemed to be spring. For a second she thought she was dreaming, but that illusion was broken in a matter of seconds. An angry voice called a name. A name she couldn’t understand, the sound being dampened enough to be indistinguishable. But she knew exactly who's name he called.

Panic filled her as her body began to move, running along the path, deeper into the forest. Her legs were shorter than usual, her body smaller, so running away was even harder. It didn’t take long before the voice grew louder and heavy steps followed her. Despite the little distance between her and the man, she still couldn’t understand what he was yelling. But knowing this man from her previous visions, she could guess it is for her own good that he seemed to speak gibberish. The closer he came, the colder the air around her got. Her limbs started to hurt, burning from the cold. The surroundings changed as well, slowly turning into a muddy fall forest. Everything seemed dead and the ground became more slippery than before.

It was hard to run on the mud, her feet slipping with every step. The voice of the man became so loud, it seemed to ring in her head. Thinking became harder, resulting in her not paying enough attention to her surroundings.

Everything came to a stop as the ground disappeared, giving way to water. The river seemed calm, a total opposite to her inner turmoil. For a handful of second, she could see a reflection in the water. Instead of ashen blond strands, the hair of the girl in the reflection was a fiery red. It was hard not to recognize Giselle as the girl. It immediately validated her suspicion.

This wasn’t a nightmare.

It was another vision of Giselle’s live.

A wet feeling on her cheek brought her back to reality. Instead of leaning on Lobo, she was now lying on her back, the avenger standing beside her. The dark kitchen was illuminated by blue flames that danced across the ground, whispering and giggling among themselves. Her cheeks were wet and her back hurt. The avenger seemed to have stood up as the flames appeared and in turn, her back met the floor. Slowly, the girl sat up, her body shacking from what she saw. Adrenalin still flew through her system, allowing her to stand up, albeit a big struggle. Her hands pressed against the counter, trying to find some sort of help to stay on her feet. Lobo watched her and walked closer, a soft whine escaping his throat. It was oh so different from the growl and scowl, it would have made her giggle under different circumstances.

“I’m fine…”

It was an obvious lie. Quickly she reached for the plush animal, pulling it towards her and burying her face in its fur.

“I’m absolutely fine…”

A sob wrecked her body. Her words were muffled by the toy and she pressed her face further into the fabric, hiding from the world. The flames quieted down, stopping their whispers and observing the girl. The cup of tea was long forgotten, slowly losing its warmth. Lobo couldn’t give her any comforting words like the other servants. So instead, he gave her his company and softly pressed his snout against her side, hoping it would give her some sort of comfort.

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I was a bit bored and drew Sammy-

Will I ever draw her happy? Probably not.

@panyum @grievouslyxorvia

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It's 10 in the morning, I just woke up, had thoughts about EMMA and Wolf and had to share them. So have fun reading! @panyum

EMMA and Amelie are two sides of the same person. However, while EMMA is a beast, Amelie isn’t. Simply because she holds no love for humanity. She holds no love for anyone, except the white moth that always seems to be around.

EMMA and Wolf, however, are a symbolic representation of death, so how come they love humanity? In a twisted way, they give death to humanity as a sign of love. Because they don’t want to see others suffer from immortality. Even during their own event, it is made obvious that nothing can kill them, because they are death itself. So instead, they have to be put in an endless slumber to stop the madness. Which makes it kinda funny when they are summoned as a servant. The first thing they do, when seeing their Master struggling with the weight of the mission, is offering them death. Again, not out of malice, but as a sign of love. So they don’t have to suffer anymore.

An important note to that is that Amelie and the Gudas are all part of Chaldea at the same time. So they went through the Grand Order and the first 6 Lostbelts together. So now imagine seeing one of your longest companions turn into a creature of death that barely remembers you. It makes the Bond 10 Ce all the more painful, because it’s a string necklace with a wooden flower as pendant. It’s the one thing EMMA has that belonged to Amelie.

On a more lighter note, the valentine Ce is a wolf made of chocolate. Wolf himself tried o eat it, but EMMA quickly kicked him out of the kitchen before he even had the chance.

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The Little Prince (Christmas) - Foreigner

After the unexpected arrival of Jack Frost, the Little Prince got curious about the celebration called “Christmas” and together with the Match Girl Giselle, Jack decides to teach the Prince the ways of Christmas.

Now adorned in white furred clothing and a matching hat, the Prince sets out to discover everything he could about the holiday, so if the day would come, he could tell his fox and rose everything about it. For now, the small images of his dear friends inside his snow globe have to be enough.

Summoned - “Merry Christmas and a happy new year!… Did I say it right? Giselle told me to say that when I see someone.”

1st Ascension – “Are we a day closer to Christmas?”

2nd Ascension – “Have you seen my snow globe? If you’re looking closely, you can even see my fox and rose!”

3rd Ascension – “I’m ready to go out and play in the snow!”

4th Ascension – “Master, thank you for everything. Thanks to you I was able to learn the true meaning of Christmas. Merry Christmas!”

Bond 1 – “All of this Christmas stuff is so new to me. Let’s enjoy them together!”

Bond 2 – “Master? What is hot chocolate?… Eh?!! It sounds so wonderful! Master, we have to make some!”

Bond 3 – “So many traditions, so many rules. There’s just so much stuff to figure out and try! I can’t wait to start!”

Bond 4 – “Playing around in the snow with everyone is so much fun! I hope my fox can join us next time!”

Bond 5 – “I wonder if my rose would like Christmas. But flowers don’t like the cold, right? So we won’t be able to celebrate with snow…”

Bonus Voice Lines:

Defeated

“Is Christmas… already over?”

Battle Finish

“Can we drink hot chocolate now?”

Noble Phantasm Explanation

When activated, the enemy is shown being surrounded a snowy field. On the right side is a house covered in snow. On the front porch of the house sits a fox and a rose is planted into a flowerbed beside it. The camera zooms out, showing that the enemy is trapped in a snow globe. Zooming out further, it is revealed that the Little Prince is holding the snow globe. He shakes it four times, dealing damage each time. He then throws the globe into the air and it shatters into a million pieces, dealing damage once more and covering the screen in snow. At the end, the Prince is shown sitting on the front porch of the house, drinking hot chocolate with his friends.

@panyum @grievouslyxorvia

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I was very much bored in school a while ago and this is what ended up happening. It’s a bit short, but I have to play PLA before I decide what scenarios Sammy will run through. And as small Explanation as to what is going on. In my first Pokemon game, Moon, I used Sammy as my character and choose Rowlet as starter. However, the final version of Sammy has a different team than I did in my moon playthrough, so while she never experienced the journey, she still has a strong connection to Rowlet and it's evolution line.

Also, there might be more small snippets of Pokemon stories coming out, because my brain thought that only having pokemon toughts 24/7 is a good idea.

@panyum

The sound of the ocean woke her up. She felt sand underneath her, biting into her skin. When she opened her eyes, her sight was blurry. Or was the sky just looking funny? She did not know. A noise pulled the ashen blond girl out of her thoughts. It sounded like... an owl. Slowly she tried to sit up, but a headache immediately hit her. A noise of discomfort left her lips as she pressed a hand to her forehead. The owling noises grew frantic and a heap of white, beige and green climbed into her lap. It took a bit, but the headache gradually disappeared. Her sight grew sharp again and she could finally recognize what was sitting on her lap. It was a Rowlet. The two stared at each other. Sammy was trying to say something, but only broken words left her mouth. A certain wetness trailed down her cheeks and her vision got blurry again. She didn't knew why. Why was she crying? Why could she remember things that never happened? Carrying a Rowlet through the city of her home, doing the Island Challenge with a Dartrix and winning the league with Decidueye. But she never had a Rowlet! The owl Pokemon made a concerned noise before trying to hug her with its short wings. The girls pulled the Pokemon closer, pressing it tightly against her. Only one word left her lips. "Hiro."

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Wolf

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The crunching of snow could be heard through the woods. Every tree and every branch was an abyssal black, having nearly no features beside their crooked silhouette. With the clear snow as a backdrop to the forest, it felt like someone drew a bunch of lines with ink on a white sheet of paper. The only spot of color in the environment was a young woman. Amelie’s hands were cover by her grey baggy jacket and in her arms she held the white moth. To this day, she didn’t knew why this moth was always around in her visions. She didn’t even have a name for her. Was the moth even a female one? Non of that mattered now. She softly pressed the moth against her body, hoping that they can warm each other in this cold place. Small clouds escape her mouth as a shiver ran up her spine. A growl echoed behind her and she could recognize it everywhere.

Quickly, the brunette turned around and took a few steps back.

Pink eyes stared back at her.

If it weren’t for them, she could have hardly seen the creature. It’s fur was a black as the trees and the rows of teeth had the same white as the snow below her feet. The creature could hardly be called a wolf, but Amelie knew exactly that it was one. Despite how starved it looked, the wolf was clearly over two meters tall and trying to fight against it would be pointless.

Despite this, a chuckle escaped the woman’s throat. A seemingly insane spark twinkled in her eyes and she pulled the moth closer to herself.

“Of course this is all your doing. Who else could it be? EMMA sleeps and you are the only one who could torment both of us like this.”

The wolf growled at her and took a step forward. Amelie took one backwards.

“Growling at me won’t get us anywhere. I know you can speak. But even if, I won’t listen. I won’t let her take control again and ravage every chance of survival for humanity.”

He stopped growling and narrowed his pink eyes at her. Wolf opened his jaw and a deep voice rang through the forest.

“NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY, YOU CAN’T AVOID THE INEVITABLE.”

A short, pressed laugh came from the young woman.

“As if I don’t know that, of course I can’t! But I sure can delay it, no matter what kind of weird visions you give me. I will finish this mission and when I’m done, I can finally rest and we all three will never see the light of day again. Neither you, me nor EMMA. The world won’t remember us and we’ll disappear into the abyss of nothingness. I-”

The moth looked confused at the two, seeing them interact in this familiar and hateful way. When the woman stopped her rant, the moth looked up at her and saw her staring right back. The world around them changed and they were sitting in Chaldea again. Just like before, they were sitting in the cafeteria, but the Fairy King was nowhere to be found. Neither of them moved, neither of them made a noise. A hand was placed on Amelie’s shoulder and a someone softly shook her. An incomprehensible mess of letters left her mouth as she turned and faced the grand duchess.

“Are you okay, Master?”

At first Amelie was confused as to why Anastasia was asking, but then she remembered that the two of them had plans to watch one of the movies they stole from the archives.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. You can already go to my room, I’ll follow in a second.”

Both knew it was a big lie, the woman wasn’t okay at all. But the caster didn’t push the matter and disappeared through the doors of the hall. Amelie looked after her for a second, before her gaze went back to the moth on her lap. Her eyes already told the fluffy insect what she wanted to ask, but Amelie opened her mouth anyways.

“You saw it too, didn’t you?”

The white moth just stared back at her.

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Drowning

TW: Description/Nightmare about drowning

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The sound of thunder echoed through the sky. Waves were crashing against the sides of the boat. The sky was dark, but lightnings lit it up from time to time. The little girl didn’t understand what was going on. Her clothes clung to her small figure. For a second this scenario reminded her of a movie she once saw with her parents. What was it again? Another wave hit the boat and quickly tore her back to reality. She struggled to stand and slipped on the wet floor. A hand reached for her, a voice called out her name. Yes, she remembers that voice. It was her father. She tried to take his hand and opened her mouth to say something, but it only took a heartbeat before the entire scene was changed.

When she looked up, the grey sky was gone. Instead she saw the sky through blue colored lenses. She was floating somewhere. Muffled sounds reached her ears, they sounded like voices and thunder. When she tried to move, her limbs felt sluggish. She opened her mouth to say something and realization hit her. Instead of breathing in the slightly salty sea breeze, water filled her mouth. Panic filled her system. At first she tried to swim up, but in her panic she just flailed her arms around and barely got closer to the surface. Her struggle lasted for a few seconds. Her eyes started to feel heavy and it was hard to stay awake. Her movement slowly stopped and she started to sink. Despite her dive into the dark ocean, she felt oddly at peace. It was weird. Shouldn’t she panic even more? Shouldn’t she be scared? Her eyes closed and the last bubble of air escaped her lips. Subconsciously she noticed that the water around her moved in a more frantic way than before.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no water. Instead, two round yellow eyes stare back at her. It was Apollo, so Paris couldn’t be far. And fair enough, Paris was sleeping right beside her, snuggling into her and resting his head on soft, blue fur. She could fell Lobo breathing before she heard his light snoring. So it was all a nightmare. A few candles were lit around the room, creating a rather calming atmosphere. The god in sheep clothing didn’t stop staring at her, but he also didn’t make any sounds, not wanting to wake up Paris or Lobo. The last time he woke up the wolf king, he was chased by him through the halls until Sammy was able to calm Lobo down. She laid a hand on Paris head and pulled him a bit closer, before whispering:

“Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want them to worry about some old nightmares.”

The sheep gave her a sad look, but she only smiled and closed her eyes. Not to sleep, but to rest. To push the reality outside the room a bit farther away.

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This is a small revisit to my other one shot "Cold". I just had the urge to write something about Sammy again.

@grievouslyxorvia @panyum

Many things have happened in a way too short span of time.

She thought everything could be over now. That the mage association would see that she can control the flames and she would be finally able to see her family again. In the last year she gained so much control over her destructive power! She didn’t even set anything on fire when someone scared her by accident! But looking back at what happened, she wasn’t even surprised that the answer was no. Why would anyone let her, a still rather unstable demi servant, out into the world again. It’s obvious that the safer option would be to let her stay in Chaldea, even if it isn’t what it used to be. But now? Even the one place she once could call home is gone.

The snow outside the cave continued to dance around. The images of that day still haunted her. The genius inventor she knew and loved was gone, instead the small girl took on her place. She held no grudge against the Rider, but talking to her just wasn’t the same as talking to the Caster.

Samira sat on the cold floor before the entrance of the cave. Her knees were pulled close to her chest and her arms were warped around them. The last remnant of the Doctor, the plush bunny, was gone too. The only thing that proved to her that he really was with her for the past 4 years. It was now lost somewhere in the ruins of her old home.

Her head started to ache. It was slowly but steadily growing stronger the longer she thought about it. The ones who were there to support her through everything were gone now. Ereshkigal also left, even Karna did. She knew neither of them wanted to, but after the association shoved themselves into Chaldea, there was no other option. The bonds she had with them would never fade, but especially right now, they felt so so weak. Like they would just disappear in a matter of seconds.

Her hands covered her ears. Despite there being so little noise beside the howling wind, everything just seemed too loud. Everything was too vibrant, so she closed her eyes, not noticing the tears that were streaming down her face. She hated herself for thinking this. They would never forget her.

Even if they were summoned by someone else, they would still remember her to some extend.

Even if it was just her name or her face.

But there was this voice in her head, laughing at her. Telling her that they wouldn’t remember her in any way. That those years meant nothing. It was the loudest of sounds. It was the strongest of headaches.

A warm hand touched her shoulder and she yelped while turning to look at the culprit. A part of the snowy blanket near her went up in blue flames.

She was back to square one.

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EMMA - Foreigner

With her mask gone, she and her Wolf answered the summoning of Chaldea. Her power as a Beast might be strongly weakened, but as a creature of Death she still possesses the deadly abilities she had in her forest.

The Servant Emma is split into two bodies. The person EMMA herself and her “Wolf”. The fur of her Wolf is black and his eyes are pink. Emma herself is clad in white and blue. The Wolf fights with teeth and claws, while EMMA fights with bow and arrow. The Wolf moves fast and wild, while EMMA's movements are stiff and precise. Her injuries look like shattered glass, an indicator to her nature as something not alive.

Summoned– “Foreigner…”

“EMMA.”

“EMMA… we’ll work for you…”

“EMMA AND WOLF”

“EMMA and Wolf…”

Summoned 2 (After clearing “Deer and Wolf – Endless Forest of Seasons”) – “Ah… Ah! Chaldea… I’m back, I’m back!”

“...FOREIGNER”

“...Yes. Foreigner, EMMA…”

“AND WOLF!”

“And Wolf!”

→EMMA doesn’t forget to introduce Wolf. She just says something first, waits for Wolfs response and repeats it. There’s no real reason why they do this, it’s just a small funny tidbit between those two.

Bond 1 – “No need to hurry…”

“...WE’LL ALWAYS ARRIVE ON TIME!”

Bond 2 – “NO ONE SEEMS BOTHERED BY US.”

“How curious. Usually the living don’t like death.”

Bond 3 – “…Master.”

“MASTER!”

“Do you have some cake left?”

“… CAKE?”

“… cake!”

Bond 4 – “It’s not cold here…”

“I DON’T LIKE IT.”

“I don’t like it…”

Bond 5 – “The stars…”

“THEY ARE SO BRIGHT.”

“They are so bright… and beautiful…”

“MASTER!”

“Do you like them?”

“THE STARS?”

“The stars.”

Like– “The stars!”

“THE STARS?”

“The stars.”

“I DON’T LIKE THEM.”

“What do you like?”

“THE COLD.”

“The cold?”

“THE COLD.”

Dislike– “A HUNT WITH NO KILL!”

“Yes! An unsuccessful hunt is the worst!”

If Oberon is summoned (Requirements: Look Summoned 2) - “...Vortinger…”

“EMMA?”

“Vortinger!”

“WHO?”

“He’s Vortinger?”

“DO YOU KNOW HIM?”

“… I remember him. But I don’t know why…”

Any Animal Servant – “EMMA! LOOK! PREY!”

“Let’s hunt!”

Some little Funfacts

- Garden of Avalon has no effect on EMMA. She is death and will always be death. And since there is no concept of death in Avalon, she can not exist there. “I would love to come to a visit sometimes, but that would not be possible. I can not exist in a place where I do not exist.”

- Wolf always speaks way too loud and never notices it unless someone else points it out. EMMA makes no comment about that anymore.

- EMMA and Amelie don’t have the same memories, but EMMA still recognizes Oberon as Vortinger. I wonder why...

@panyum @grievouslyxorvia

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Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

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I’ve been playing Extella Link again and the whole thing with Charlie being the “fairy tale” version and Rex Magnus being the historical version of Karl der Große got me thinking. Giselle and Giselle alter have something similar going on. Both are somewhat of the same person, but Giselle is the more… kids friendly version while Galter is the representation of the reality of the fairy tale The Little Match girl. It’s very obvious when you look at a Noble Phantasm that they both possess. “Das Verlorene Paradies” or “The Lost Paradise”. It’s a reality marble that twists the world into the match girl’s paradise. For Giselle, it’s the world she saw in her dying moments. It’s a world where everything is okay. A festival market, happy homes and seemingly not a single soul seems troubled. There are people everywhere and they all celebrate a happy new year. But if Galter activates her Noble Phantasm (It’s marked as “Das Verlorene Paradies” (True)), you will only find an empty and run down village, cover in a thick layer of snow and an eternal blizzard ravaging the streets. Her “Paradise” is the cold reality of the match girl’s life and death.

That whole opposite stuff is also very obvious through the ways they fight. Giselle uses fire while Galter uses ice. Giselle’s fire represents not only the matches, but also the fact that in the last lines of the fairy tale, she reunites with her grandmother and dies happily. Galter’s ice stems from the cold that killed her, a bit like Jalter. I already mentioned a few times that Giselle always feels cold, but when others touch her, her body is actually burning hot. Galter has the same curse, but when you touch her, her limps feel stiff and cold like an icicle.

And last but not least, there’s a very clear difference in the way they act around other servants. Giselle admires knights and warriors while Galter absolutely hates them. Giselle always looks at stories from an overly positive point of view, while Galter looks at things more realistically. When you ask them about their perception on knights, Giselle sees a perfect person who fights for what’s right and defeat the villain, while Galter just sees someone who kills others for a living.

@panyum

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A little bit of lore about Amelie.

Amelie is basically a sealed version of a Beast. I'm going to go into more depth in another post, but here's a quick explanation. There are two sides of the creature that's known as Amelie. Of course, one side is Amelie, a young woman who's always tired and seems to be a rather normal human. With two exceptions. One, she can't really die. Because Amelie is somewhat of a pseudo beast her existence follows the same rules as her beast self. And second, she doesn't need to sleep. In her own words, she shouldn't sleep at all. That's why she is always rather tired, but nothing can really make her go to sleep.

Now, her other side is a creature known as 'EMMA', the Beast of Restlessness. During most of the story in fgo, EMMA is asleep inside Amelie, because as long as Amelie is awake, EMMA can't wake up. And it also goes the other way around. As long as EMMA is awake, Amelie can't wake up.

There are only three people in Chaldea who know of this. Dr Roman found out when there were no injuries on Amelie after a singularity, Da Vinci had a bad feeling from Amelie since the beginning and found out about her secret after Camelot. And Amelie just told Fou because she was pretty sure he knew that she was a pseudo beast.

But now let's turn to the Lostbelts. When it comes to those, there are only two people who know about Amelie's secret. Holmes and Sion. Well, at least until LB 6, because Amelie did fall asleep in Fairy Britain. That whole incident lead to a separate Singularity, kinda like Ooku. But I won't go into much more detail now.

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