#Castle of Uruk

[prettyshinnythings]

The Offering.

Story Idea: What if Sauron had been successful? What if he'd taken all of Middle Earth and obtained everything he ever desired? What if he still desired something more?

Warnings: Implied future smut. Arranged marriages. Slight torture (main character is injured).

Chapter One:

The iron shackles around my wrists were so heavy I felt as though I would collapse to the ground beneath me. It is all I can think of as I keep my eyes forward, my breathing heavy, and my body stiff as a board. The shackles grip into my skin as the man before me pulls the chains he holds in his grasp. He does not need to say a word, the gesture is enough for me to know what he asks of me. 

Keep moving.

My eyes cast down to the floor below me. The dark stone of the castle entrance hallway is beautiful and strong, a reflection of the castle’s master, Sauron. 

He had succeeded in taking over all of Middle Earth. His order and his reign of terror kept every living thing strictly under his thumb. The men, elves, and dwarves of Middle Earth bent to his whim. All across the land, no one could defeat the Maia who once lived in Morgoth’s shadow. He now surpassed his former master, a full eclipse of power no one dared to rival. My village of crescent elves, elves who were one with the stars, was directly outside the castle in Mordor. My people had constant dealings with Sauron, but I did not know what to make of the deal they wished to use me for. 

An Offering. 

My body for his pleasure. 

My Village wished to maintain the peace he had offered them in his rise to power. 

An elven princess of the celestial elves. Elves that were never royalty, but an eclectic village. The virgin daughter of our leader, untouched and unmarked by another. The perfect offering for a dark lord. Or at least that is what they thought. I did not know what Sauron would make of me. If he would accept the offering or be offended by it. All I could do was continue moving forward, wrists bound, body in a sheer black dress that would reveal every curve to the ruler of Middle Earth. All of me had been dressed up to be a pleasing presentation. My eyes remain on the stone beneath my feet, ignoring the eyes of the Uruks that line the entrance hall on either side of the walls. They stood, posted between the flickering torches on the walls. Crude remarks fall from their lips. The ugly and dark words of Black Speech are harsh to my elven ears. The man leading the way stops us at the end of the hallway, right in front of the doors of what I assumed to be the throne room. 

He speaks low to the Uruk posted at the door. Words that are unworthy of trying to hear. It is only when I hear the creaking doors open before me that I dare to look up from the floor beneath me. I force myself to look forward, my face serious whilst I am dragged forward. The shackles dig into my wrists, causing a pain that sets my teeth on edge. But even still, I try not to let the pain reflect upon my face. 

The torches and the candle-lit chandelier light up the throne room. An almost comforting and warm light shone over every inch of the beautiful room. Here, there was no hint of the evil that had been done to acquire such a wealthy looking home. There was no blood, no darkness, and no terror that I tended to associate with Sauron. Instead, I felt peace and comfort in his home. It was as if I had been created by the Valar themselves. 

My eyes take in the room around me until they settle upon the throne directly before me. The throne where he sits. My breathing hitches at the sight of the dark lord before me. Despite his cool exterior and devious gaze, he is beautiful. His long blonde hair was sleek beneath the crown upon his head. The very same crown that had once been his former master’s. 

I cannot look away from his beauty and he knows it. I can tell by the slight smirk that plays on the corner of his lips. A quiet contemplation passed over his face while silence hung between the two of us. I feel a shiver move up my spine when he stands from his throne before stepping towards the stairs. He travels down each step at a tantalizing pace, eyes never leaving mine. Each movement he makes is calculated and drawn out for his amusement. For he knows how terrified I am at this moment, under his gaze with my hands bound in shackles. The nameless man who had paraded me in here like a dog on a leash shifts nervously beside me. He doesn't like that Sauron has moved closer to us any more than I do. No matter how beautiful he may appear, I knew his reputation preceded him. He reaches the end of the stairs far quicker than I would've liked and when he does, his gaze moves from me to my shackled wrists. His brow furrows for a moment when he sees how bloodied and bruised they'd become in my journey from my village to his castle. 

His lips purse into a look of frustration as his eyes dart from my arms to the man still holding the other end of my chains. 

"I thought I had told you not to damage her."

The nameless man's face falters at Sauron's words. He looks down at the mess he had made of my wrists. His lips part and he feigns innocence before his master even though I know that I had begged him most of the journey here to stop tugging on the shackles. I had begged through pain and tears but my words only fell on deaf ears. It was only now that he cared that the cargo had arrived damaged. The nameless man's voice attempts to escape him but when the faintest sound of words falls from his lips, he is silenced. 

In one swift moment Sauron's right hand flicks from left to right and when he does this the man's neck snaps. His lifeless body falls to the floor mere seconds later and I am too stunned to move. Even though I am fully aware that my eyes widen and water at the sight. Elves cared for all living things, even the ones who weren't kind. The choice to kill was always a last resort not the first. 

"You need not be frightened little one. I shall not harm you." 

Sauron's voice is so gentle and cautious as I pull my gaze from the body on the floor to the man I had been delivered to. His face is as innocent as he can make it, his long blonde hair framing his fair form in a way that made him look as gentle as he sounded. To anyone else, he would look like a God come to life, but I could see the darkness that tugged at the corner of his eyes. A dark mischief that seemed eager to corrupt anyone willing to give themselves over to him. 

"What shall you do my king?"

I whimper the words when he takes a calculated step forward, his hands up in defense as if that would make him seem harmless to me. His hands reach for mine once he closes the gap between the two of us. Out of air he conjures the key to the shackles, sliding the key into the keyhole. For a moment I fantasize about running the second I am free, but I know better. My village offered me up to him like a pig for slaughter. Out of sheer desperation and hope for goodwill from their dark King. If I ran it would mean certain death for my village and for myself. Something I couldn't risk. 

A faint chuckle brushes passed his lips when I think this. It is only then that I remembered that Sauron could see into my mind. A talent he had used to his advantage countless times if the history of his success was to be believed. So he knew as well as I that I could not run from this. He was my destiny even if I did not want to admit it. 

He frees both hands in quiet haste, dropping the heavy and oppressive metal shackles to the ground in carelessness. As if they weighed nothing in his grasp. I expected him to let go of my hands once he's freed them, but he does not. Instead, his hands lightly trace the bloodied state of my wrists. His touch is so light that I do not flinch away from him. Instead, my eyes watch his hands in silence unable to focus on anything else. 

"You have been offered up to me as a wife. As a way to forge goodwill between myself and the people, I rule over. As a way to strengthen my power and my claim in this world. I shall do whatever I please with you." 

The entire time that he speaks it is barely above a whisper, his voice continues to be gentle and the mischief in his eyes only seems to grow the longer he looks upon my face. His words should concern me, but there is a tenderness within them that I find oddly peaceful. 

"Are you displeased with your offering my king? Do you accept me or shall I be another body dead at your feet?"

I do not sound as confident as my wording, but my candor amuses my dark king. Another chuckle escapes him while his hands travel from my wrists to my arms, pulling my body in against his once he's cleared the painful bruising on my wrists. His touch is firm yet cautious once my chest is flush against him. He peers down at me, his figure towering over mine. 

"I am very pleased. Do not worry your pretty little mind. I will have you at my feet but not as a corpse. No, I intend to fuck that pretty mouth of yours while you kneel at my feet. While you submit yourself to your husband as all good wives do." 

My breathing hitches at the words, but I feel my stomach flip with intrigue and horror all at once. I had remained untouched by another, for the very purpose of keeping my virtue for my husband to take. I had never had words with a man, much less the experience to do as he asked of me. Sauron's smirk grows when he sees how flustered I have become in the wake of his words. 

"Do not worry my dear wife. We shall start small and work our way up to that point. Do not fret, I will take good care of you." 

I do not doubt that he could take care of me. Surely he had countless maidens in his time. Plenty of practice easing someone into whatever dark and twisted perversions he would expose me to. His amusement remains evident on his face while he studies me closely. One hand holds me against him, firmly in my place, while the other grasps my chin for a better viewing of my face. 

"When will we be wed?"

I ask, my voice shaking as his lips near mine. I want his lips to brush against mine, I want to feel him and the hunger that was suddenly bubbling within me. 

"Are you eager to be fucked little one? Do you hunger for me the same way I do for you? We do not have to be wed to do what our bodies desire. I am the King, there are no rules that can touch us."

I wish I could say that I was not hungry for him. I wish I could say that I did not find his vulgar words deeply enticing, but I did and all I wanted was him and he could sense it. Not even a day in his grasp and I was starting to betray my values for his dark desires. I was hopeless and I shuttered to think of what else would become of me if I stayed here forever. 

"Morals?" 

He whispers as he reads my mind. His head dips down so his forehead can rest against mine, his lips so close I can almost feel them. 

"I- I- I am sorry my King. It is not that I do not want you. I do, but I am already going to give you everything. Can I, at least, keep this tiny piece of myself for now? Just until we are wed and then I will never ask for anything else."

Sauron stands silently before me, body unmoving while he ponders my request. There is a part of me that wonders what he will say. If I have upset him or if he cares about my wants at all. For all I know he could do whatever he wanted with me and I would have no say in the matter. He could retaliate in some way for my nerve to question him. These are all the things that I worry about while we remain in each other's embrace. My mind races in anticipation, but every dark worry that crosses my mind fades into nothing the moment he places his lips against mine. 

His lips are tender, cautious, and careful as he kisses me with the deep passion of a longtime lover. My hands are on his chest in an instant, tugging at the fabric, desperate to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. But he doesn't let me get far before taking my hands in his to still my actions. Instead, he deepens the kiss and slowly explores my lips with his. His tongue meets mine and we move together like two pieces that were always meant to go together. I can feel my heartbeat quickening and my body is suddenly quick to forget the values I had previously professed. But he does not forget and the second a whimpered moan brushes past my lips, he pulls away from me. 

His lips, slightly swollen, smirking down at me. As though he is satisfied with himself. 

"We will be wed on the morrow little one. Until then you will be led up to my bed chambers. Well, I suppose they will be our chambers come tomorrow. Go take a bath and rest. After tomorrow, rest will be harder to come by."

He gives me a wink before peering behind me to whoever is going to lead me to his room. When I look at the mystery person I am met by an elf. Nameless as the man before him had been. This elf is graceful and beautiful, but he wears a chain around his neck and through his beauty, there is a darkness that should never befall an elf. It is only then that I remembered that the man I had been kissing, the man I was to marry, was the reason for such darkness. 

And I could not help but realize that same darkness would come for me too.

Let me know if you would like me to keep going with this story!

[nataliabdraws]

family portrait of ghosts

More lore of Narien and her first family below the cut

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Content warning for arranged marriages, spousal death, child death, and grief.

After the Nárenya are exiled out of the elven lands of Middle Earth, they sail south and settle on an uninhabited archipelago outside of Umbar. To start creating relations with the people of Umbar and be able to start trade and started settling properly, Narien is set into an arranged marriage with a human Mariner Lord, Captain Rhaldir. Narien was about 1300 years old to her husband's 56. After a year of marriage, she would bare her husband a half-elven son, Eldamir. They would reside in the Castle the Nárenya made for the royal family, Aldrast Castle. It would only be two years after their marriage and a year after the birth of their son that Narien's father would be assassinated (the assassin was never caught) leaving Narien, the sole heir, to become Queen, and the Captain, her King Consort.

Narien's Marriage to Captain Rhaldir was not splendid. Bound by their duties and the quickness in which their union happened, the pair did not have time to bond properly. Despite this, their marriage was never loveless, just at times distant. Captain Rhaldir often returned with gifts and treasures for his wife and son from his voyages. Except, one day Narien receives word that a storm had ravaged Rhaldir's ship and left no survivors, leaving the Queen a widow and alone to raise her son.

Narien would do just that. She raised Eldamir, who became a bright and curious boy. She would fly with him on the back of the wyverns her family had brought as eggs from Valinor. She taught him old magic and how to use a bow, she showed him the history of their family, the rise and fall. He became her pride and joy.

But the forces of Mordor grew farther south as Adar's army of Uruk's expanded. The people of Umbar became nervous they grew too close for comfort and called on Narien to aid them. With very few numbers in her people's guard, she knew she couldn't hold them off or deter them on her own, knowing she would likely have to ask her own kin eventually for help. Unsure if she should go alone, her son in early adolescence, ever curious to see the world beyond the sea and mountains asked if he might go Lindon to treat with high king Gil-Galad for troops to be sent south. Hesitant, but charmed by her son's enthusiasm she agrees (Mostly worried her own presence in Lindon would leave her only child without a mother and that the presence of her son would be less aggressive). He is sent off on Wyvern-back, the beast having grown with the boy over time.

Some time passes and no one has heard from Eldamir. Narien's fears come true when her council arrives with the news one day that a caravan of travelers found the carcass of a wyvern and the remains of a boy, a Uruk bolt shot through the both of them. Wrought with grief, Narien retreated into the depths of Aldrast Castle. For days, she refused to see anyone, even her most trusted advisors. The loss of her son, her last connection to both her late husband and her own lineage, was almost too much to bear.

Then, grief turned to an ageless anger. And she would drag herself out of her castle to fly to Lindon and demand aid.

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Sorry that was so long lmao i wasn't joking when I said I have like six pages of lore written about her 😅

[mylovelylittleobsessions]

A little help for my next long-form RoP fanfic?

Trying to choose between my two (non-Uruk-centric) fics in the works

The options:

Elrond/Annatar Carmilla!AU

Elrond/Sauron 80s Dark Fantasy film

I have every intention of doing both, but which one should I start with?

[severussnapedamagedlove]

Do Not Ask - LOTR One Shot

(EomerxOC, Helm's Deep, Love, Fluff, Gore, Blood, One Shot, Grief)

Helm’s Deep was full of the last remains of its people. They were all gathered in the aftermath of what was set to be the battle of their lifetimes, for it saved them all. Blood coated the grey stone walls. Black and red blood of both enemy and ally. It smelled as battlefields do; the foul stench of rotten corpses, excrement and hot iron blood.

Eomer frowned as he stepped through the Keep. It was thick with bodies. How far they’d come into their last defense, how close Rohan was close to being an extinct race of Men.

His legs burned as he climbed the final ascent of stairs. He entered a grand hall. Only it was not lit with torches and the smells of roasting foods as he remembered it.

Women and children were out of the caves. They were frightened. The looks on their eyes as they searched for their survivors reflected a fraction of the terror in their warriors eyes. The things on this battlefield were harsher than most. Uruk-hai made war a vile, horror filled with atrocities too filthy to be recounted.

Eomer was Third Marshal of the Riddermark. His place was out in the field in search of survivors. It was where he was needed. He fully intended to join his Eored once his search was complete. There were two he needed to find first.

Selfish need drove him further into the room. It was duly noted that it was out of line for his position. Still, he walked farther inside the hall until he saw them. All he needed was a glance. One look, and his heart would be settled.

He caught sight of his sister. She had her hand pointed, where supplies were to be set as they tended to the wounded. Her eyes were rimmed red. The caves were a savior to the men’s mind, but it did not save their loved ones of the sounds of the deaths. It only amplified the fears of what might come find them in the cave whether it be freedom or death.

Eowyn found his gaze. Her body gave slight give, weakness to her knees, a kind breath out of her chest, as she gave a wobbly smile.

He, too, shared the same relieved breath.

There was a face he sought out in the crowd. Through the endless waves of faces, some familiar, some not, he yearned for a face that was known to his heart by instant fluttering.

The longer the absence, the harder his heart pumped.

Where was the face he longed for?

It took too long to walk through the survivor people until he located someone who was bound to know. An elderly woman with crooked fingers and a boy near thirteen in age. The boy’s clothing dragged on the floor behind as he walked.

Eomer placed a hand on his shoulder. “Maynard. Where is your sister? Her face is lost to me.”

The woman and boy exchanged looks. Their faces told of a restrained guilt. He was not let in on their silent exchange. Tensions in his gut quivered. The battle fear was not yet over for him. There was relief still to be awash his body in victory. Their hesitation did not ease him.

            “Speak,” he barked.

Maynard gathered the billowy fabric up to move. “We don’t know.”

Eomer stood straight. His eyes squinted as he took in the boy’s slumped shoulders. The woman’s deepening frown.

            “I’m sorry, my lord.” The boy trembled.

He staggered a step, startled by his own thought he’d come to.

She wouldn’t.

Now he saw it. The clothing was sizes too big for the young boy. A young boy who – if by recollection – should have been out on the battlefield alongside his countrymen.

The elderly woman held a stiff face as he turned to her in anger.

            “Do not ask to send our young ones,” her voice said, “when there were perfectly fit soldiers ready to fight.”

Eomer flew to the battlegrounds. He searched the dead before they made safe the castle. There were wounded to tend to, provisions to secure, men to regroup, efforts and rebuilding all to be concerned with yet his solider heart could not rest until he found her.

The frantic wavy grip of his throat struggled to keep breathing as he looked through bodies. Their helmets pulled from their heads. Blood, mud, disgust smeared around. A singular stench of death on the wind. It cloaked the stronghold with its inescapable melancholy.

He moved through the bodies on the wall – what was left of it. There were men with crushed ribcages. Their insides leaked out onto the stone.

His stomach flipped. Eyes turned to sadness at the innocent round eyes of children that gazed up from their limp corpse.

All he pictured was instead her: light colored eyes of sky blue with perfect golden hair, more flat than wavy. The coloring of her cheeks perfectly pink turned white, ghost-like in death. Broken bits of her body torn from her flesh like an animal consumed the life straight from her living tissue.

He fought every want to succumb to his emotion. They were bottled so tight, ready to release. He did not know if he would weep or scream. Perhaps, it was the brewing of both: his sorrow at losing the woman he loved so deeply and the anger at himself for not keeping her safe.

A foot solder approached behind his back. The clinking of the chainmail against the armor chest plate echoed in the silence of the dead.

The loud clank of a helmet dropped to the stone.

            “Keep that helmet on, solider,” he said through his gritted teeth. “There is still reason to fend for your head.”

            “Is your head forfeit then, my Lord?”

It was a voice he convinced himself would never sound in his ears again. He turned around.

There she stood, much like a man, in her armor. An empty sheath hung from her belt. The chill of morning left her breaths clouds sourced from her chapped lips.

She panted heavily. The effort to remain standing dwindled as she swayed.

            “Brona,” escaped his lips in disbelief.

Eomer rushed to hold her in his arms. His hands trembled against her body. It was real. No figment of his imagination. It was her. Alive.

He pulled her against his chest. Her weight impacted him fully. She was exhausted.

            “Yes, my Lord. I am here.”

            “Why did you not come find me?” He murmured. It was a selfish yearning in his heart. To have known she was there would have had him fight harder. Harder to protect her. Harder, to keep them all alive.

She winced as slid his hand between the plates of her shoulder and pulled them down her arms. “You’d have sent me back to the caves.”

Glimpses of her flesh below her tunic showed deep purple and black bruises. Red rashes at her neckline were from the metal chainmail too close to her neck below the armor. He pulled the last heavy pieces off her body showing what woman laid inside. She was not small, nor slender, but woman all the same. A woman who loved flowers and song and enjoyed riding in the yellow light of dawn.

He collected her body into his arms. It relaxed, limply hung by a thread of her energy.

The cots were assembled for the wounded. Eowyn tied a knot at the back of her head to keep it out of the way as she wound a linen wrapping around a bleeding arm. She directed the others tending to the injured around the room.

She rose, wiped the blood from her hands to the white apron tired around her waist, when her eyes caught at Eomer. Her face went pallid.

Not a breath exited her chest as she rushed across the room. A finger ran along her friend’s face. “Is she?”

            “No.” He shook his head. “She’s passed out from exhaustion. Dehydrated.”

            “Bring her here.”

There was an open space on the floor. A wooden crate was covered with spare comforts that were available. A flat pillow and course blanket.

He frowned. He pulled the cloak from his uniform. It was a luxurious cloth. He slid the fabric over top her body.

His sister handed him a bladder of water. “Drip some into her mouth. I’ll massage her muscles. It will ease the pain.”

He tried to hold the bladder steady. His hands trembled too much. It flicked water over her cheeks down her neck.

Eowyn frowned. “I’ll do this.” She took the water. “You massage her.”

The room was thick with energy. The battle left many wounded, some beyond repair, and many young men dead on the fields that surrounded the grand hall. There were cries of loss, cries of reunion, cries of pain around them.

Neither sibling said a word as they worked on their friend.

Eomer gave a long glance at his sister. Her hands worked at the joints of Brona’s shoulders, rolling them and stretching the muscles with her long fingers. She discovered a split in the skin of Brona’s underarm like the slice of a sword come from behind.

A cold sweat formed at his spine.

War was no place for those with tender hearts. It was horror and gore. It was for the field of monsters and those who became monsters in their fight against monsters.

His innocence was lost on those death fields. The slain bodies full of blood and hate and anger and other worldly tissue filled his mind with no impact anymore. It was like a tapestry woven of a scene. He saw what was before him, but it did not illicit emotion. Just a barren stare.

There was no hope for him. But his love. The beautiful pieces of her soul were light and delicate and glee. They were the bits that he adored. She felt emotions that he could not bring his heart to feel.

What had she endured that night? What savage action had killed that spirit, he wondered. Would she even be the same?

            “Did you know?” He bumped his sisters arm with his shoulder. His fingers worked at massaging the left hand. It was the one that held the sword. The grip on a sword for extended periods of time cramped the hand woefully.

Eowyn swallowed but said nothing.

            “Eowyn,” he said sternly.

            “I only suspected,” she replied with no give in emotion. There was fear for her friend, but no guilt in what had befallen her. “There were too many around. I-I could not see what happened until it was too late.”

            “She could have been killed.”

His sister put a palm against Brona’s cheek. She leaned into the touch. “You don’t know what its like. That feeling. Left behind, to wait for everything you love to be stolen from you bit by bit.” His sister placed a gentle kiss atop her forehead. “There is ache in surviving. Being the only one to not be killed in bloody battle. To carry on with the weight of the dead as a reminder of why they perished. It would have killed her, Eomer. Killed her. To have Maynard slain in battle while she lived. She would have not been the same woman we love. I could not ask that of her. Could you?”

Eomer sat there for a few long hours while his duty called at him to rejoin his uncle and regroup his men, he remained by Brona’s side.

His sister’s words echoed within his head.

The shrill heartbreak of cries that came from the caves when the boys were pulled from their mothers. Old men pulled from grandchildren. The women of his country asked to give more than they were willing to survive.

He’d not allowed himself to consider what was done to Brona when they came for her brother.

The fact she changed her clothes with him, made herself a man, just to save his fate from being skewered by an Uruk-hai lance.

Tears were in his eyes when her eyes started to slide open. Her brow flexed in confusion as she looked around her. They stilled when she caught sight of him on side of her cot.

                    “Eomer,” she breathed.

Her hands touched his cheek. A slip of water fell from his eye. Her thumbs wiped it away.

                    “Am I dead?”

He shook his head. “No. You should be, but you are not.” His hand trembled as it cupped her cheek. It held her close. The coloring of her face returned. Peachy pink hue touched the tops of her cheek as she stared up at him with those loving eyes. The fear of losing her had near come to fruition. “Forgive me, my love. Forgive me for what I asked of you. Our land was in need. Our people nearly extinct.”

She held the hand against her face. “Forgive me for doing what I must.”

Eomer pulled her into his lap. Her body slowly wrapped around his. Lips pressed against his cheeks. They both forgave what awful betrayal they had done to one another without fulling realizing the devastation it could have caused.

The land was safe. Their loved ones survived the long battle.

The world was far from perfect. It had more trials to endure, but they did not doubt the strength of one another as they faced the terror that grew in the east. For a dark cloud hung over their life, but it did not shade their love.

For more stories on Eomer Eadig and Rohan, please check out my Eomer collection on fanfiction.net!

[sphinx-fandom]

Music of the Week:

♡ Fire Mummy ♡

This track can be heard any time you set the Mummy on fire during the Uruk Castle segments of the game.

Hell yeah! This track is fire. I love how high energy and fast pace this song is. It’s intense enough to make you feel a little bit of pressure but not enough to cause anxiety. Which is perfect for where this track is used (the Fire Mummy ability often is timed so it works really well for that). I highly recommend giving this one a listen. It’s genuinely a bop.

[sakuraswordly]

Tsofph Season 11(Chapter3 The beginning of the miracle)

Gilgamesh: This reminds us back then when I ran away from my duty.

Punch: You mean escape from your castle.....

Tsofph Season 11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past)

Gilgamesh: We finally escape!

Punch: Don't you mean Anu Ziggurat?

Gilgamesh: That's the name of the present era, not the past era....uh... never mind...

Punch: Uh.....Pun---

Gilgamesh: Call me "Tsubasa" just to hide my true identity.

Punch: Are you sure about this.....I mean your father.....

Gilgamesh: He was possessed, right? If I still stay here in that city, I will make my people suffer again because of my tyranny.

Punch: But you didn't do anything wrong!

Gilgamesh: Even so, I fail as a King, okay?

Punch: Yeah.....after all...I came to rescue you.........Peter was waiting from the outside of Uruk. If we pass through that cliff, you will find the village where Peter and my friend, Enkidu waited.

Gilgamesh: Enkidu....?

Punch: You hadn't met him....wouldn't you......are we ready to go, Tsubasa?

Gilgamesh: Let's

During the trip

Gilgamesh: So..what's next for you?

Punch: A bit of bodyguard work.

Gilgamesh: Right.

Punch: After that, I will be back in your city if you must.

Gilgamesh: You mongrels know how to get that city even pass through my guards?

Punch: Yup.

Gilgamesh: So suspicious.

.

Punch: That cloth when I first met you...it was priest cloth......how did you get that?

Gilgamesh: My mother, she's also the priest.

Punch: You mean Nammu(Ninsun) is a goddess and Gilgamesh's mother. She is known for her wisdom. She provides her son support throughout his quests. She interprets dreams for him and petitions other gods for his safety.

Gilgamesh: She had a future vision like me. She's actually the primeval Sumerian mother goddess who gave birth to the gods and created humanity. 

Punch: Wow....so your mother is the greatest god as ruler of Mesopotamia!

Gilgamesh: Say how's about Peter? I saw that he's become the legend of the knight of the Round Tables.

Punch: Peter's not like a normal knight. A knight is a person granted an honorary title of knighthood by a head of state or representative for service to the monarch, the church, or the country, especially in a military capacity. He's not like that.

Gilgamesh: The heroic tale of fighting with professional bad guys. Gotta love 'em!

Punch: Back to the question, so how are your father and mother? They're the ruler of this city where you lived right?

Gilgamesh: In the UK, a man awarded a nonhereditary title by the sovereign in recognition of merit or service and entitled to use the honorific “Sir” in front of his name!

Punch: ....................................forget it. After we find your father, I ask you again then.

Gilgamesh: Hmm? You mad?

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Gilgamesh: As King Gilgamesh....I haven't traveled far from my city before.

Punch: Be surprised if you had.

Gilgamesh: It's honestly...kind of exciting.

Punch: I thought you had fun already as Sonic.

Gilgamesh: Well...first time and all.

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*During across the river*

Gilgamesh: Wait! Give me a moment!

Punch: Oh.....be careful!

Gilgamesh: Don't just run off on your own! I still need to be careful with my hood clothing that made by myself!

Punch: Oh? Those are the words of a King who lives NEET in a palace?

Gilgamesh: Still so mean as always, you're so patty.

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Gilgamesh: This vine looks kinda....rusty....

Punch: I'll go first. It's pretty easily torn. Be careful.

Gilgamesh: I know. I know. Woah!

Punch: The vine is so slippery! Are you sure you're not FAT?

Gilgamesh: I pretend I didn't hear that word from your mouth. Also don't worry about me. I'm not some sort of prince who needs to be rescued.

Punch: Uhh......your clumsiness.....

*The vine break*

Gilgamesh: You got to be kidding me....!

*Gilgamesh hurries jumps and Punch grabs his hands and pulls*

Gilgamesh: .........................don't tell anyone about this.

Punch: Hehe I won't.

Gilgamesh: You know....I can leave wherever I want.........but in the end, I couldn't.

Punch: Because of that.......

Gilgamesh: Too much poison and malevolence.......bursting with life...maybe more than I can handle. I think......

Punch: Your curse may affect this situation.....?

Gilgamesh: No. The curse did not live inside me yet. Say.....people hate to stay still but I don't. How could I be different?

Punch: I know that feeling so well.

Gilgamesh: All that passion.....all those dreams....flowing and blending together into something greater......

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Gilgamesh: This time I'll go first. After all, I can't count on you to wait. You're too much hot head for waiting.

Punch: I'll take that as compliments. Uhh.......are you sure about this.....? I mean your clumsiness.....

Gilgamesh: See for yourself that I can balance on that log! Or maybe I'll go on ahead and leave you all by your lonesome. Woah!

Punch: Maybe you shouldn't talk.

Gilgamesh: Then talk. Tell me a story.

Punch: Nope.

Gilgamesh: You're a mean one. Woah!

Punch: I got you---

Gilgamesh: Gotcha!

Punch: You're killing me here!

Gilgamesh: This looks like a waterslide! Wee!!

Punch: Seriously?

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Gilgamesh: Can you jump from the cliff?

Punch: I can!

Gilgamesh: Uh......your clumsiness.....Ah!

Punch: Woah!......Nice catch! This is so much fun!

Gilgamesh: Never a dull moment with you. Without you, the world wouldn't have fun.

Punch: That a compliment?

Gilgamesh: Heh......thanks anyway!

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Punch: Come to think of it. That time was so much fun.

Sonic: You gonna be okay? I mean.....

Gilgamesh: And if I say I wasn't?

Sonic: ........................leave a rest to us.

Gilgamesh: I know.

Punch: But what if something happens? I mean as Sonic said.....only two of us know that you're okay(exist) but no one could know you're okay.

Gilgamesh: Then I sent off some smoke then!

Sonic & Punch: (Jokes😅)

Gilgamesh: I'll put everything I've got into my prayers. I'll stop the army of darkness and you two stop the end of time by darkness. Kujaku can't handle this. He would end up being corrupt again. And I leave the rest to you. Good luck!

Punch: Punch! I will save this timeline and won't let myself die again. I promise I'll come back safely with my brother. Please trust me.....

Gilgamesh: You promise?

Punch: We promise.

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Gilgamesh: "Goodbye"

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[crossover-enthusiast]

YEAH JSJSN

Makes me wonder what Iris's afterlife would be like though—

Maybe her afterlife is literally Uruk, and it looks exactly how it used to with everyone she knew there welcoming her in spirit form, and every other friend she had throughout her life also being there in spirit form too. Or her afterlife is literally a castle with a bedroom where she can finally rest and not have to worry about the fate of the earth anymore.

Awwww!!!

[sphinxluvduvwuv]

Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy Gifs (part 2)

Even more Sphinx gifs (had to be uploaded seperately because it didn’t want to work in one big post lol)

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[sanstropfremir]

oh my god i am SO in love with lord of the dance. however i never think about michael flatley first when i think about it because in my mind gillian norris is the most important and iconic person in that show.

i used to have it on a dvd when i was little, i must have watched it like two times a week and never got bored of it. it was the original 1996 dublin stage, the only version i enjoy to its maximum capacity. fun fact, they came to bucharest in 2014, and i wanted to go, but ultimately didn't. and thank god for that. i found clips on youtube after that and everything was worse: the music, the outfits, the acting.

fortunately there are clips on youtube of the 1996 dublin stage too, as well as the whole show. i still sometimes watch them. and after much consideration, i have come to the conclusion that fiery nights, warriors and gypsy (however unfortunate the name) are my favorite numbers, in that respective order.

fiery nights wouldn't be what it is without the soundtrack, that fucking saxophone. i saw somebody say that that is what sex sounds like. i have heard the same thing said about ateez's desire outro. these things are so unrelated right now but i honestly can hear it and feel it for both and it makes so much sense to describe them that way. gillian norris is so mesmerizing, so captivating, like i am fucking seduced through the screen. and when she starts dancing with the guy who plays don dorcha and gives him that smile you can only see a brief second in shitty 360p quality? i am positively passed out. after they leave the stage the rest of the performance is kinda meh because the other girls don't give me any passion, much less the guys. they're lucky the choreography is so tight tho.

warriors is a fucking experience from start to finish. the "oh shit it's going down" vibe right from the beginning, the intensity of the dance, the speed, the accuracy, the synchronization, the piercing looks of don dorcha - i am both horny and intimidated. today's warriors number doesn't even come close to sparking up the same kind of heavy feeling the original did. it's so... cartoonish.

and finally, gypsy, which was my og favorite. i really wonder how i did not turn out bisexual, because gillian norris definitely made me question some things. i was always impressed with her elegance and power of seduction, my dream was to be sexy like her but also to jump as high as her for my birdies. sadly i never did learn irish dance. also i really wanted her hair.

special shoutout goes to breakout tho. i don't even know if i love the first half of it or the second more. bernadette flynn as the leader all the other girls follow, girlboss moment. her unspoken duel with gillian, exchanging those fucking murderous looks, i was SO there for it!!! again, watching today's version, it's like watching a bad disney channel series. there's no seriousness to it, no commitment, it's like putting on a puppet show for kids, which this musical is so not.

ugh, i'm probably gonna go and watch some scenes again. thank you for letting me rant in your inbox!! i've only really shared my interest and love for this show with my parents, who only like it a moderate amount (not because they think it's bad but because it's just not something they're passionate about) and my ex, who couldn't care less about dance and acting and who wasn't really interested in it.

if it's okay, let me ask, how did you get interested in stage performances, dance, theatre, all that jazz? for me, it was because i did cheerleading and dance for 5 years when i was little (then i quit because i thought i had it hard in school in 5th grade). i regret not continuing with it so much. and i daresay i was pretty good at it too. oh well, at least the passion for dance remained. it's the main part i got into kpop!!

it's no problem at all!! like i said, this is my virtual pub please come talk about about random things while i serve you a pint!! i love reading about other people's passions, this was lovely!

i only think of michael flatley because he's top billed and also one of the producers so his name is always on it, and also i haven't actually seen the whole show since probably 2005 because it didn't much strike a nerve with me as a kid. i think it was probably because i watched waaaaaayyyy too much cirque. i won't say very much on it but i will say that adolphe saxe knew what he was doing when he unleashed the saxophone on the world and we are still dealing with the repercussions (i say this lovingly as a saxophone player). i'm also a horrible person and i cannot watch any fiddle + flute based musical and not think of the the lord of the rings musical, because i love the lord of the rings musical.

well i got into theatre kind of unintentionally because i thought it might be fun to try doing stage crew for the musical when i started high school and then a year later i was the stage manager. my tragic flaw is that i need to be in a position of knowledge and authority at all times, but i’m slowly getting over it. i liked it so much that i decided at like 14 that it was going to be my career and here i am over a decade later. but i also watched a lot of perfomance and art programming as a child because my parents were weird hippies, so lots of cirque du soleil, a lot of classical ballet, and also shows like toy castle (do not click on this is you are in any way afraid of clowns or frogs) which is mildly horrifying in the way all children's content is mildly horrifying in hindsight but as a child in 2000 i ate that shit with a spoon. i also dated a contemp/ballet dancer in high school and then had a very weird and ethically dubious affair with another ballet dancer in undergrad. it's a long story. it helps that i'm truly obsessed with performance and art in pretty much all its forms and i'm one of those awful people that draws in art galleries and watches shows that i know are going to be bad so i can analyze them and avoid making the same mistakes in the future. kpop was a thing that just happened as a byproduct of being friends with lot of first gen asian immigrants as a kid. i've been around and aware since 2008 but i didn't get that deep into actually following releases until first lockdown because i just didn't have the time. but i'm glad i did, because it's been a really nice hobby!

[legokomunita]

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! Uruk Hai, Trolls, Goblins, Werewolves - castle massive ultimate epic b...

[hawthxrnerps]

{So, this is a wanted plots post, I’ll probably add to it over time but here is some stuff I’d like for most if not all muses}:

Primary:

Robert:

 A polyamory plot involving Robert and Gabriel, these two have been friends for well over twenty years and they often meet and share drinks and talks. Gabriel is Robert’s closest friend and if he was going to share a lover with anyone, it’d be him. Maybe they’re a Prince or other royal from another Kingdom that just happened to be sent over during one of Gabriel’s visits to Robert, and the three are sat on Roberts balcony or in the castle gardens talking and sharing drinks before things take a heated turn. Maybe it’s from a joke about Robert’s retirement from being a King and people calling him old. 

Eurion:

Always used to getting what he wants, Eurion found himself enamoured with someone that it might not be socially ‘acceptable’ for him to want. Maybe they’re a thief, assassin, or some kind of supernatural creature like werewolf or what not. Some things have been said between them here and there but nothing had happened until Eurion finds his way into their chambers and waits naked for their return. 

Jinse:

Being the new King is a hard job for Jinse, and he’d caused some ruckus among the court due to switching out and around all of his Father’s advisers and other people he employed for people of his own choosing instead of just dealing with what was left for him. Among them is a fellow noble and the pair have been sleeping together on the side for some time, but then said noble approaches Jinse with an idea, they wed. They marry and Jinse won’t be constantly hounded by offers of marriage from people he doesn’t know. Maybe it’s an open marriage, with the two sleeping with each other and sometimes other people, sometimes even sharing the same person or people. 

Rok:

Rok is a rare half-elf that doesn’t feel welcome among humans or elves, so he found a new place to call him in the way of always being on the move and never settling down. But maybe along the way he had recruited someone who wanted to help him hunt monsters and save villages? This person can be non-human or whatever. But things had turned steamy between the pair one night at a camp fire while they had finished bathing in a lake. Rok is a power bottom to the core, so a sub-top for him.        

Garrot:

A new warrior, or mage, joined the mercenary troop and Garrot finds himself interested in things they can do...in many ways of the word. The spark is quick and fast between the pair, and it soon becomes a partnership of them leading the mercenary troop together, each offering advice that maybe the other couldn’t. 

Franchis:

   A mage with a thing for non-humans, maybe Franchis becomes entangled with a werewolf, or orc, or anything creature like. Two options: Maybe they’re also a mage and they can bond over spells and books, or they’re a typical warrior and the pair make a deadly fighting duo who fuck a lot. 

Aarush:

Only valuing strength, Aarush likes it when people can prove themselves in any way of the word. Maybe someone comes to Sunwalker isle, wanting to be a part of the famous warriors that defeated a Demon King and they must prove themselves to the general. The two spar, with them being possibly evenly matched, Aarush accepts them then eventually approaches them in their chamber. He offered them a proposition, which they are free to ignore. He very much enjoyed their training and expresses his desire to fuck them. 

Gale:

 Threesome. Greedy pirate captain brings either two whores or just two younger men who seek travel on his ship, they’re called to the Captain’s quarters and Gale offers them a chance. If they want to, they can let him fuck them and they can stay in the captain’s quarters, or they can return back below deck with the rest of the crew and its never brought up again. 

Dorrian:

Feeling stuck with being unable to master a specific spell, he seeks out other highly trained mages for advice. But being a Necromancer, he’s often turned away or insulted, when he meets someone else who offers to share their knowledge. Feelings grow and a kiss is shared over a dusty old book. 

Uruk:

An envoy sent to the Orc settlement, Uruk welcomes them with open arms and offers to try and make their stay as pleasant as possible. Then later that day, this person approaches Uruk while he is bathing and things happen from there. 

Fletcher + Nathaniel:

Polyamory, Fletcher and Nathaniel always worked closely together for many years now, the two do almost everything together. Including men, maybe a strapping strong knight, or smart mage comes to Faelignum for a visit and is seduced by the Fae King and Prince. They would have to be vers, since fletcher is a bottom and Nathaniel is vers. 

Bader:

Someone from his old life finally figured out where ‘Coster’ had went, Coster was his alias when he was living among the humans as a petty thief before being called to return and take over the Throne of the Night Folk. Maybe they had started a relationship, only for Bader to vanish and return to his ‘real life’. They track him down and want answers, but the spark hasn’t fizzled out, they seek to repair their relationship and want to find out who he really is. 

Riel:

Riel is against arranged marriage, constantly turning down suitors and omega’s who wish to marry the Werewolf King. When a muse is sent to try and entice him, he falls for the bait, but still refuses marriage. He says he would like to be with them, but on their own terms and not what others want for them. 

Laurence:

An omega wolf who is loyal to King Riel, most of his time is spent around the castle. But he’s more than just the hand of the king, he’s the personal assassin and executioner of Riel. Always keeping things a secret from others, Laurence’s love life is shrouded in mystery. Perhaps he has has been spending time with someone in secret, meeting in discreet locations or maybe they’re an outsider to the Kingdom. 

Garland:

A shape-shifter who is more often than not, scared for his life. Upon being ambushed by bandits he is rescued by someone and taken in, they think he is just a simple peasant who was injured but he becomes attached to their company and eventually reveals the truth. But they accept him and they live together, maybe out in the woods, peacefully where no one can hear them fuck. 

Kharron:

Alone after being revived from the dead a few hundred years after his death, he feels lost. But then he surprisingly encounters an old flame, not realising at the time they were an immortal of sorts, he stays with them to try and ease into this world he knows nothing about. The flame is rekindled. 

Maxwell:

He’s a young, bratty novice mage who loves to be spanked and fucked roughly. Maybe he gets his wish when he’s sent as a messenger to a foreign Kingdom, where he catches the eye of either a King, Knight, royal or noble and they indulge in his fantasy's. 

Szu-Ku:

An arranged marriage, someone is sent to Dynasty Kingdom as a political envoy and they get along well with Szu-Ku. They slept together a few times and they become a confidant of the King, then they propose the offer to Szu-Ku. The pair get married and they can secure / bring in larger amounts of funds from their home kingdom to help with the rebuilding effort. Szu-Ku agrees. 

Secondary:

Paul Rovia / Jesus:

Surviving is hard, and even harder doing it alone. Someone is brought into the group after being found, and there is an instant connection between the two. Why waste time and hide it when you could die at any time?

Dr.Thorn:

Leading a supervillain team is hard, as well as being the CEO of Falcon Industries. While using his real name, Marcus, he hired a new assistant who seems very eager to please their new boss. 

Tyler:

Goofing around during guard duty, Tyler just loves to spend his time with his face in the pillow and getting fucked. Maybe it’s someone who indulges him repeatedly. 

Chameleon:

Being a cameraman during the day, using it as a cover to hide his super powers, he gets hired by someone who is doing a one man ‘show’ and Clancy finds himself a little too distracted. Eventually the person notices, and finding Clancy attractive, invites him to make it a ‘proper show’.   

Axel:

Before the end of the world, they were dating. But then everything went to shit, zombies everywhere and you didn’t know who was dead or not. But then by absolute chance, they encounter each other again. Maybe assuming one is an intruder, they meet again with their guns pointed at one each other before they recognise the other person. 

Steven:

A twink top who likes to fuck daddy bottoms, it can be anything from his friend’s dad, to the hot guy next door or his attractive professor. 

Rick:

When Rick became separated from his group for a few days, he encountered someone else. They stick together, having to share warmth or something for a night and then one night it turns into something more. A kiss, then the offer to help each other forget the hell-hole world they’re in. Rick brings them back to Alexandria and they continue what they had. 

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ! 

FULL NAME. Ann Yang Li NICKNAME. Annie GENDER. Female HEIGHT. 5′3 - boosted by heels, 5′1 - Actual AGE. 15/16 - Physically, 100 - Actual ZODIAC. Gemini SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Japanese, French, Italian, etc...

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 ! 

HAIR COLOR. Chocolate Brown EYE COLOR.  Sapphire Blue SKIN TONE. Fair, slight pale tone BODY TYPE. Slender/bony VOICE. Mystic Archer Artemis from Smite DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Straight SCARS. None TATTOOS. None BIRTHMARKS. None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Shining eyes

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ! 

PLACE OF BIRTH. Camellia Kingdom HOMETOWN. Westport, Camellia SIBLINGS. Younger Sister, Suzanne PARENTS. John Li & Rosa Bolormaa Li

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! 

OCCUPATION. Monarch CURRENT RESIDENCE. Camellian Castle CLOSE FRIENDS. Bowen Chuuno, Aku Yazoi, Miyuu Sawamura, Hector & Malus of Lordran, Inanna of High Uruk, Ereshkigal of Deep Uruk & Touma Kamijou RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single FINANCIAL STATUS. Extremely Wealthy DRIVER’S LICENSE. HAHAHAHAHAHA CRIMINAL RECORD. Nope VICES. Some pride

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ! 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Hetero PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Submissive PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Submissive LIBIDO. Very Low TURN ON’S. Uhhhhhhhhhh TURN OFF’S. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Sweet & caring, puts partner first, slightly clingy(usually due to long periods away), showers with gifts.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 ! 

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Aurora Borealis - Brandon Fiechter HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Studies magics, singing, playing music LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. A bit more left brained, almost 50/50 PHOBIAS. N/A SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Medium(secretly low) VULNERABILITIES. Too nice & caring, sees the good in everybody, easy to pull the wool over her eyes.

Tagging: @tetsuwan-atom​, @fxtelism​, @sphinxsmuses​, @the-expatriate​, @flxwerofhell​, @fckin-multi​, @x-ame-x-damnee-x​, @derriereunemasque​ & whoever wants to steal this! :)

[sphinx-fandom]

Character of the Week:

♡ Tutankhamen! (A.K.A The Mummy) ♡

The clumsy boy we all love! The Mummy of Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy!

For those not in the know, Tutankhamen (A.K.A The Mummy) is one of the main characters of Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy. He’s the Prince of Luxor who ends up in quite the pickle after his brother Ankhanaten decides to ruin his birthday… by mummifying  him… lol. During the mummification ceremony however, a hero by the name of Sphinx comes and disrupts it. Stopping the process of stealing Tut's soul. This causes an explosion of magic that teleports both Tut and the ones responsible for his fate, to the dark Castle of Uruk. Tut eventually revives as the Mummy during the events of the game thanks to Sphinx collecting canopic vases containing the prince's soul. The player is able to take control of him and play through multiple stages of Uruk Castle, solving puzzles and collecting items Sphinx needs on his adventures. You can control both Sphinx and Tut during different points of the game. As the Mummy, Tut is able to solve puzzles by putting himself in harm's way (sometimes accidentally), because he’s undead he is unaffected by the deadly consequences of setting himself on fire, electrocuting himself or even being flattened! Tut is also extremely adorable and goofy, you can’t help but love him. He is quite cartoonish and often ends up in a lot of slapstick situations. He is quite accident prone but his accidents often help him during his romps through the castle! If you'd like to learn more about him, check out his page on the WIKI!

So this week, let's all show some appreciation for our oddball prince, Tutankhamen!

[meetmrgrimlock]

An Amazing Small Detail

Whilst watching the Babylonia anime, about a year after I completed the Babylonia story, I thought about the servants Gilgamesh summoned, and something clicked in my head. Something that makes the already amazing story of the Babylonia chapter even better, if only because it showcases how much thought and effort was put into it. That being, all the servants Gilgamesh summoned to defend Uruk, are servants that are better at the defensive battle, and/or against overwhelming odds. Let’s go down the list, take note I’m not doing this in any particular order.

Tomoe Gozen: An insanely skilled and powerful warrior, one incredible enough to be described as capable of killing gods and having performed more deeds of valor than any other warrior. Her most famous battle? The Battle of Awasu, where she claimed victory despite being severely outnumbered.

Amakusa Shiro: A man who lead a rebelion and conquered a castle through a coordinated defense and was recognized as being the main source of boosting morale.

Fuuma Kotarō: A Ninja clan leader who is most recognized for infiltrating an enemy camp and single-handedly stirring up so much confusion that the entirety of the enemy forces killed each other.

Ibaraki-dōji: An oni whose most defining trait is their resilience and sheer refusal to die no matter how injured.

Leonidas: Should speak for itself, probably the most famous example of defending against a seemingly unstoppable force in history.

Benkei: A man of absolute devotion and, contrary to how he is in-game, an extremely skilled and powerful fighter. One who successfully took on over 500 men at once to give Yoshitsune the time to kill himself. (Ignore that last part, there’s some context to that situation)

Ushiwakamaru: An extremely skilled warrior, one of such incredible skill that she actually scared the shit out of her leader(who was also her brother) so much that he tried to kill her so that he wouldn’t run the risk of her turning on him. How did he try to kill her? He assembled an entire army to go after her. And in the fate version, she won.

Merlin: (It’s best to go with the fate version here, because Merlin’s actual lore is vague and confusing and I’m not sure if he ever enters combat there.) A mage who has potential to be a Grand Caster, which is essentially the epitome of what it means to be a mage, and one that is superior to all others. One that, canonically to the Fate story, is the single best support-type servant ever.

[pryotra]

I'm crying over that gilhaku weeding thing, it's so beautiful, they deserve that ;—;

And i laughed hard at Gil trying to make the wedding in actual Uruk because I can see them in front of the ruins and a rolling plant in front of them and both deadpan lmao

How do you imagine a Merthur wedding tho?

(Haha there’s not even enough for a plant there. Uruk is a complete ruin. Once the river moved, the city was pretty much doomed.)

They marry in winter.

It’s a small country church, old and stone and close to where, a very long time ago, Sir Ector’s castle stood. It seems like the last place for the man who was once the High King of Albion to wed, but here, he’s just Arthur, and she’s just Merlin, and the time for ideals and roles is over. There’s comfort in the old stones, and both like to think, or maybe pretend, that those loved ones who they have lost are here, with them, finally able to see the end of a story that was a tragedy for so long. 

It’s a quiet wedding. Before, when Arthur married Guinevere, it was a state event, with festivities lasting a week. Here, the only onlookers are the knights who have managed to come through time and those friends they’ve made along the way. It’s really all they want, to share this moment with those who actually care. 

Arthur wears his white suit. Merlin wears a white dress, and crown of evergreen, holly and Christmas roses. Still, flowers bloom around her, and it’s all she can do to keep them winter themed. 

The traditional rice throwing is ignored, but the snow falling down is better. 

Fairy tales don’t exist. This is something everyone there is well aware of, but it seems that happy endings do.