#Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere

[animusphere-goddess-of-chaldea]

Yooo! A fanfic/rp idea!!!

What if Olga Marie was created by the Holy Grail and possesses its powers (in a way)?

Anyone wanna try rping this with me?

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OC and AU list

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OC's

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Nela (Faceclaim: Judgement from Helltaker)

What: 5'12 Feet (156 cm) Female Demon (She/Her, It)

Who: The current ruler of the Underworld. The one up top on the obsidian stone throne doing all the paper work so that all the little deamons, succubi and whatever else is crawling around in the depths of hell can live their lives doing what they do best.

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Tiffany Rosebelly (Faceclaim: Sapphire Rhodonite from Disgaea 3: Absence of Justice)

What: 6'0 Feet (183 cm) Female Human (She/Her, They/Them)

Who: A Princess of the Rosebelly line. She is energetic and deeply devoted to her passions. Of which her two most prominent are cooking/baking and interacting with intelligent non-humans, such as monster girls. These two passions usually mix into "Feeding anyone she finds cute with large amounts of delicious pastries."

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Sora Wilbur (Faceclaim: Riruka Dokugamine from Bleach)

What: 5'10 Feet (155 cm) Female Cowgirl (She/Her)

Who: A Wandering tomboy cowgirl with a thick accent. She dreams of the day that the world bows before her, and until that day comes, she sees nothing wrong with making you foot the bill for her needs and wants.

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Frances "Flan" Boulangerie (Faceclaim: Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere from the Fate franchise)

What: 6'1 Feet (189 cm) Female Human (She/Her, They/Them)

Who: A Bratty heir of the Boulangerie line. Frances was born with an enormous appetite bubbling under her subconscious. This means that simply mentioning a food makes her hungry for it, this is also the source of her nickname "Flan".

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AU's

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Reality Bender!

What is it?: An Au version of a character that has the power to bend reality to their whims. These versions also usually aren't tied to their respective canon lore. As an example, in this AU Nazuna is just a powerful and ancient natural born Kitsune.

Who has it?: Yu Narukami & Nazuna Hiwatashi.

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JEALOUSY. That’s what it all came down to. JEALOUSY. How could Olga Marie Animusphere. THE OLGA MARIE ANIMUSPHERE. The grand progeny of the late, great, celebrated and universe altering Marisbury Animusphere. Possibly hold her head up high, so trapped as she was in this endless position of DEPENDENCY on lesser Masters and said Master’s Servants to accomplish any single one of her own goals in life? Where was her fight? Her strive? Her AMBITION. Why the Hell was she so damn gifted with an EX level circuit, only to be hamstrung and limited to an E grade aptitude to actually USE IT. Was embarrassing. SHE was an EMBARRASSMENT. And that had been exactly why, once her father had passed away, the Clocktower had all but given up on her father’s research. After all, who else could POSSIBLY bring his vision of Chaldea, Sheba, Trismegistus, Laplace, and the FATE system into reality? But Olga Marie had been STUBBORN, exactly stubborn enough to become an even greater LAUGHINGSTOCK in the eyes of the great families than she already HAD been. Her? The girl who couldn’t even summon a servant to save her life? The false master? A woman with all the potential in the world only to hit rock bottom ground zero in terms of ACTUAL ABILITY? SHE was going to save her father’s long-lost project? She got their permission, but only to allow them to BANISH HER from the Clocktower, to stuff her away on a frozen mountain with no way back down, like some kind of DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. It had been YEARS since she’d seen inside the walls of London’s Museum. And she supposed she might never get the chance now.

It was in this stage of vulnerability and insecurity that Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere had come into contact with Helena Petrovna Blavatsky. Perhaps also known as one of the Mage Association's GREATEST failures. Helena had the rare ability to commune with the Gods Themselves. Mahatmas. As she so dutifully and unflinchingly called them. And she had the magical attunement to match. In short? She was everything Olga Marie NEEDED to be in order to bring her father’s dreams into reality. And wasn’t that just ironic? Because the Mage Association, despite their best efforts to use propaganda to publicly smear and defile Helena’s new Theosophic religion, proceeded to hunt Helena for the rest of her life. Not to silence or imprison or kill her, no. They weren’t hunting her to make an example out of a FALSE IDOL. No. No. No. Don’t get it twisted. See, for all their propaganda, The Clock Tower had been chasing down Helena from the moment she published that little book of hers. The Secret Doctrine… Not for the lies held within, but for the secret truths it represented. -- “It is most remarkable that, while confessing their entire ignorance of the true Nature of even terrestrial matter--primordial substance being regarded more as a dream than as a sober reality--the physicists should set themselves up as judges, nevertheless, of that matter, and claim to know what it is able and is not able to do, in various combinations.” -- Olga Marie had that quote memorized. After all, it had been that quote that made her father believe. Believe that Helena’s voice was not some cheap grab for attention. Her tongue spoke no lies. But rather, served as a medium for which these unknowable Gods of the cosmos had begun to make themselves known. Helena Blavatsky was no false idol, but in fact a PROPHET, echoing a reminder of the kind of philosophies so practiced by those of the Hindu and Buddhist faiths in the Eastern World, so entirely FORGOTTEN to the Western World amid their so-called AGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT. 

Born twenty-nine years on from the Age of Enlightenment, it had been Friedrich Nietzsche who so boldly claimed that God was dead, and that humanity had killed Him. And it had been Friedrich Nietzsche who had so boldly pushed humanity, celebrated or otherwise, regardless of Hitler’s bastardizations of his wisdom and philosophies, it had been him who placed the future of this once and ever great world into the hands of Humanity itself. Who so told us we had the ABILITY & MEANS & TECHNOLOGY within and of ourselves to ensure the continued evolution, growth and survival of humanity, in direct opposition to whatever great plans God may just have had for our fleeting and transient existence. But before that? Born SIXTEEN YEARS after the Age of Enlightenment, it had been Helena Blavatsky that had challenged humanity’s rejection of the Gods, and criticized their emboldening of science and technology. The two would neither realize it nor be recognized for it. They would maintain a worldly distance and ideas on opposing ends of wildly radical extremities, but it had been in those thirty years of writing, in the books of Thus Spoke Zarathustra, The Secret Doctrine, Beyond Good And Evil, and The Key To Theosophy. These contradictory and challenging ideals would serve as the basis of the world, of Olga Marie’s very own father and grandfather’s theories, a union of technology and religion as Marisbury thought to forge himself into somewhat of a MAHATMA OF HIS OWN. All seeing, all knowing, and all encompassing, stealing the fate of the World from the Gods and robbing humanity of the means to tamper and sabotage it with their piteously selfish technology. Indeed, it was in marrying these two extreme ideals that Chaldea had been born. For those within the Mage’s Association, within THE CLOCK TOWER, it had come to no surprise, then, that such an extravagant effort had been made to track down Helena, and regardless of her own will and wants on the matter, turn her from a medium of the Mahatmas to a DIRECT LINE OF NON-NEGOTIABLE COMMUNICATION TO THE MAHATMAS THEMSELVES. 

This was The Clock Tower’s greatest mistake or, perhaps, their most fortunate. For it was in the Mahatmas very own intervention, prevention of Humanity to seize Helena’s person, that UNSPOKEN BELIEF grew into IRREFUTABLE KNOWLEDGE. The Mahatmas were real. Gods, and the souls of the Earth and Stars and Space, the rippling knowledge outward into the far reaches of the entity known as the Universe. And if all could be known, then it could also be read, learned, understood. And THIS was the basis of Olga’s father’s research. In truth? Maybe, just maybe, Helena Petrovna Blavatsky was not only everything Olga’s father WISHED her to be… But everything Olga’s father NEEDED her to be… And that, right there, would prove to be the ultimate source of all of Olga Marie’s envy and scorn. To know that the Throne of Heroes had CHOSEN and UPLIFTED and IMMORTALIZED Helena Blavatsky, all the proof in the world of the purpose Helena served to the continued determination of this world's Earthen destiny. And to have her summoned indiscriminately to quell a divide of GODLY MAJESTY from the Celts of ancient myth and the one nation who had turned the advancement of technology into an immovable art form? AMERICA. History really was repeating itself. And now Olga Marie needed Helena Blavatsky more than her father ever did. Because without her? Without her, Olga Marie knew nothing at all. Or at least, not half as much as she so claimed. After all, Lev Lainur could have NEVER betrayed Helena Blavatsky, the same way he had betrayed Olga Marie. It was almost karma, in a sense, that Olga Marie would spend so long entrapped within the unending infernal hellscape of the very apocalypse she and her father and The Clock Tower had so sought to cut open Helena’s own brain to prevent. Even knowing it would, in turn, require them to doom Helena to an agonizing eternal Hell of her very own, trapped in a perpetual state of HELPLESS CONSCIOUSNESS looking out at the world from the inside of a GLASS JAR. 

        (THEY REALLY DESERVED EVERYTHING THEY HAD COMING TO THEM.)

“You’re a caster, writer, philosopher, self-professed genius, and speaker to the Gods Themselves, yet you can’t figure out that it DOESN’T MATTER whether you’re standing in my doorway or my shadow, you’re still holding up my work.” A pinch of the bridge of her nose and she ran a hand through silver hair, glancing across to the TINY SERVANT. (Seriously, she was ELEVEN when she surpassed Helena’s current height.) “Or maybe you DO know it. And you just don’t care. Don’t tell me the Mahatmas told you to do this…” It was a POSSIBILITY. Honestly, interrupting Olga Marie’s work was one of the FEW ways to get her attention. It often came with a big risk of PISSING HER OFF & PAINTING A TARGET ON ONE’S BACK. But then, Helena had always been in her family’s crosshairs from the moment she started espousing the wisdom of the Mahatmas. So Olga Marie supposed it REALLY didn’t matter. Besides, if there was one woman she felt a begrudging necessity to respect, it WAS Helena. If that wasn’t already clear from the vortex of thoughts driving her to want to chase the bottom of a bottle like her father did in his dying years. She let out a sigh and reached for the bottom draw of her desk, tiny bottles of whiskey CLINKING as she swiped one and poured it into her coffee before taking a sip. She HATED whiskey. She was a brandy woman through and through. But her father didn’t. And he wasn’t a man for brandy, either. Face twisted at the cutting bite of her spirit infused caffeine burning down her throat. 

“Oh? I didn’t know you were such a fan of my work. An INDELIBLE mark, you say? Is that a GOOD THING or a BAD THING?” Considering she’d already spent some months being INCINERATED AD INFINITUM by the very person who had supported that very mark on history so effusively through the years… She wasn’t so sure anymore… Still, it meant far more than she ever thought it would to hear THOSE WORDS from HELENA PETROVNA BLAVATSKY… She’d been measuring herself up to the woman (failing to measure up to the woman) for the better part of FIFTEEN YEARS. And she was only TWENTY-THREE. “Yes, well, lion or tiger, I’m just glad Heroic Spirits can’t contract LICE. Last thing we need is an Edison-sized flea infestation.” Still, she exhaled in amusement, lips tugging at the corner as if feeling a weight shift, if only ever so noticeably. “I notice you didn’t correct my assessment of Tesla.” So she DID know both of their names. Honestly, that surprised even Olga herself. “Faith? Now there’s an idea. I could deny it. Tell you I’m doing NO SUCH THING. But what would be the point? Your faith has earned you a seat in the THRONE OF HEROES.” She sighed again and took another sip of her now-spiked coffee. “And mine earned me the life experience of being BURNED UNDER THE LIGHT OF A MILLION EXCALIBURS.” -- MILLIONS, PLURAL, ACTUALLY… -- “It doesn’t matter what I, nor my father, nor the Mage Association believe… At least… NOT ANYMORE.” Which was kind of ironic, when she got to thinking about it. Maybe if Olga Marie or her father or those hunting Helena back in life had the humility and honor to merely ADMIT that the woman had a greater understanding of the inner workings of the EARTH & UNIVERSE ITSELF, maybe the path they could’ve trail blazed as a result would have led them to a better place than THIS. -- ANYTHING HAD TO BE BETTER THAN THIS… 

Raise of her brow as Helena replied with a surprising jovial mirth. She supposed it really was true. Whether she knew everything, or the Throne of Heroes itself had bestowed ageless knowledge, wisdom, patience and forgiveness upon the Heroic Spirits serving under its eternal conscience, Helena, along with the masses of BETRAYED, ASSASSINATED, DEFRAUDED, SABOTAGED, HUNTED, USED, ABUSED, FORGOTTEN & MARTYRED HEROIC SPIRITS continued to be reborn with a human ethicality unattainable to the likes of Olga Marie. She was far too envious, prideful and full of petty anger and spiteful resentments to ever strive for the greater good that followed in the historical wakes of the likes of Helena. Clack of boots across clinical marble as Helena let herself in ABSENT INVITATION. Though, Olga Marie couldn’t exactly call her on it. She HAD just bitched her out for NOT doing so. Though, the implication had been for Helena to simply LEAVE. “And you call them Gods?” Another raise of her brow, another sip of coffee, fingers running the rim of her coffee cup. “They must REALLY hate me…” Shake of her head and eyes just… STARED OFF INTO SPACE… Aimless, voidless… HOPELESS. “Tell me… Do you believe a word Solomon says? Is Chaldea at least on the right path? Or do your Gods have their own plans for our tempestuous existence?” A question that may have been exposing Olga Marie’s wavering faith. Helena Blavatsky was HERE after all, WAS SHE NOT? Paperwork had been ALL BUT FORGOTTEN until Helena drew her attention back to it. Blink. Blink. Blink. “Huh? Oh. Yeah, I…” Bite of her lip and she swallowed hard, hands already working to split her papers in half subconsciously even as she stopped to ask. “...Why are you doing this? I’d never have done this for you if the tables were turned…”

blccdiedhands asked: “You haven’t slept for days, have you?” (Helena)

She exhaled, letting out of a huff, eyes rolling the SECOND she heard Helena’s voice. One glance up from her desk, buried behind a pile of paperwork. Helena might not have even SEEN the eye roll, but her Mahatmas no doubt had, and passed the message on to her. Not that Olga had ASKED them to, mind you. “Some of us do not get the LUXURY of being a spirit, Blavatsky. I have neither a mark left on the world NOR all the time IN the world to furrow away chasing after megalomaniacal tigers and histrionic blowhards.” Eyes turned back to the pile of paperwork strewn around, dipping her quill in the ink and getting back to it, only to pause again, head tilting bitterly. “And unlike you, I don’t have God on speed dial. Let alone an entire pantheon of them.” Pantheon wasn’t exactly the most ACCURATE term, but it would do. The Mahatmas were largely a collection of Gods under one doctrine, after all. “Perhaps if YOU’D given up your brain for the sake of science, my work would already be done, and I’d be three hours deep into the warmest, snuggest sleep of my career…” She finally relinquished her quill, pushing aside the papers, training her intense gaze upon the intruding spirit. “But THAT didn’t happen now, did it?” A short pause before she added a to the point… “What do you want…?”

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Olga Marie Animusphere

[sunmaylight]

CCS x FGO AU

FGO/CCS AU

With Guda as Sakura, Mash as Tomoyo, Fou as Kero, and other Guda as Syaoran.

( For the sake of telling the two Gudas apart, one will be Ritsu and the other will be Guda. It doesn't matter who is who cause I'm trying to make this as flexible as possible)

This isn't related to Prisma Illya at all. I haven't watched Prisma Illya before, so I don't know much besides the FGO event and some youtube videos of trailers or fight scenes.

So if there are any elements related to Prisma Illya, sorry in advance.

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As for the plot of this:

Guda finds a strange briefcase while cleaning the basement with Mash one day and opens it. Inside of briefcase is a stack of cards and when Guda picks one up, it's a faded picture of a knight holding a shield. 

There is a name at the bottom of the card, but Guda can't make out any words. 

Troubled, Guda calls Mash over to see if she can read any of it. When Mash is close, Guda holds out the card in front of her to read.

Neither expected the card to glow or immediately fly straight into Mash. There is a small explosion of light that happens as the card enters Mash.

When it dies down, Mash is in a different outfit while holding a large shield in the shape of a cross.

Promptly, the two freak out and believe Mash became a magical girl somehow.

Once the initial shock wears off, a ball of light emerges from the briefcase and reveals a white fluffy creature that introduces itself as Fou, or at least that is what Guda thinks it's trying to say because Guda can only hear 'Fou'.

Mash can somehow understand Fou but goes with Guda's name, despite Fou's protests.

Once Fou calms down, he asks where is the briefcase that holds the Saint Graphs.

G: Do you mean the briefcase that holds a stack of metallic-looking cards?

F: Fou. (Yes.)

G: You are sitting in it

F: Fou? (What?) *Stares down and sees the empty case* Fo fouk

Fou now has a dilemma because of these two and enlists them to help him find the Saint Graphs again. Otherwise, the world will end.

Guda and Mash accept part out of feeling responsible, part of wanting to save the world, and part naively thinking it won't be too long.

So Fou creates a contract with Guda cause Mash can't do it as she is somehow fused with one of the Saint Graphs.

Once the contract is created in the form of the Command Seals on Guda's hand, Fou tells the two that there are over 100 Saint Graphs that were scattered and need to be collected.

Before any kind of protests can be made, a loud commotion was heard outside.

The three head outside to see a man in blue robes fighting another person half covered in shadows. 

Fou tells the two that the one in the blue robes is one of the Saint Graphs, a Caster.

Realizing this, the two move to help, but Fou stops them and shows them a card of a girl in white that looks like a lily.

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Apparently, this Saint Graph was stuck at the bottom of the briefcase and Fou didn't notice it until now cause he was sitting on it.

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Fou tells Guda to call on the Servant inside of the Saint Graph to help them. So Guda does the summoning as Fou taught Guda when creating the contract.

Guda holds out the card in front of them and calls out.

"Saber: Artoria Pendragon Lily! Help out Caster!"

Artoria Lily appears and immediately unleashes her Noble Phantasm, Caliburn. 

The Shadow Man retreats soon after that. The Caster walks over towards Guda and thanks Guda. He is then standing in place as if waiting for something.

G: Um, You're welcome?

C: ^^

G: ...*pat* *pat*.... You did well out there Caster?

Caster huffs and three rings of light circle around him. They expand then shrink and once the light dies down there is a Saint Graph that floats towards Guda.

Caster: Cú Chulainn (Caster)

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(Um, this is getting too long. Going to try and summarize my thoughts better)

After getting Caster, the three encountered two other Saint Graph Cards, which are also known as Servants.

Once they are captured and everyone is back at Guda's home, Fou explains the deal about the briefcase.

The briefcase is created by Marisbury Animusphere named Chaldea. He created it for Chaldea to use to protect Humanity. But once he realized that the contents of the briefcase shouldn't be known to the public, so he hid the briefcase. There are two guardians that are were summoned to guard this briefcase until someone worthy of learning about those in Chaldea and treat the Servants like normal people arrive.

And that person turns out to be Guda. But Guda has to prove themselves to every Servant and the guardians of the briefcase.

Then that changes when a transfer student named Ritsu joins Guda's and Mash's class. It turns out Ritsu is also a Master who is searching for the Saint Graphs, but can't make a contract with them because Ritsu doesn't have Command Seals.

Ritsu was chosen because their ancestor is Marisbury Animusphere and a strange vampire told Ritsu to do it as part of a family debt they owe the strange vampire.

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About Guda's home:

Guda lives with their Uncle Goredolf and older sister Da Vinci. Guda's father, Sherlock, is always out because his work keeps him away from home at the oddest hours.

Da Vinci's best friend, Romani, comes over every now and then to eat some of Goredolf's amazing cooking. And Mash is a visitor every now and then because she is Guda's classmate and childhood friend.

(Timeskip to CCS: Eriol transfer)

With Guda sad that her friend Ritsu is gone, a new transfer student quickly arrives.

She introduces herself as Olga Marie Asmleit. She has an older sister named Koyanskaya, Vitch, and a stuffed animal of a lion with black marks named Goetia.

After everything Guda has gone through, and with having to figure out how the new briefcase works with these rainbow flame chalices, nothing bad should happen. Right?

Wrong, strange things are happening where Guda has to learn how to use Command Codes and Keys to assist the Servants. As well as creating contracts with New Servants, on top of Olga Marie giving Guda the stink eye for some reason.

The reason for the stink eye turns out to be because Olga Marie is Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere. Marisbury's reincarnated daughter sent to test Guda's treatment of the Servants.

It takes an even stranger turn when a group called the Crypters from the Magic World wants to take the Saint Graph briefcase away because they think that Guda isn't worthy of being their Master.

It would have been bad if Guda was alone. But luckily, somewhere in all of that chaos, Ritsu came back and is ready to help Guda in any way possible.

[de-sterren-nacht]

Your name is OLGA MARIE ASMLEIT ANIMUSPHERE, and yes, you have to say the whole thing every time. You like ADVENTURE NOVELS, ASTRONOMY and YOUR LUSUS. You hate PEOPLE and YOUR LUSUS. You don't have any FRIENDS.

Your name is KADOC ZEMLUPUS. Today is your BIRTHDAY. You have a number of INTERESTS, including ROCK MUSIC, WILDERNESS SURVIVAL and HAVING AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX. Scattered around your room are SCHOOLBOOKS and DIRTY LAUNDRY. Pinned to a corkboard on the wall is your most recent REPORT CARD. Somehow, you passed every class except PHYS ED, which you failed.

[carnival-core]

resident nosy fgo player here, which girl from fgo were you thinking of that you don’t like? i could give you the fanbase consensus and also why

I think ppl are silent on her entirely bc she's Not a servant but fucking Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere . Could not Stand her when I played . Didn't get far Because I could not stand her . She probably gets better but something about her just annoyed me half to death and I'm so sorry about it

[animasend]

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  001 : THE OUTSIDE .

NAME :  Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere EYE  COLOUR : golden-orange bordering on a fiery orange HAIR  STYLE   /   COLOR : white hair with slight silver undertones. very curly and appears messy, with curls and strands flipping just about every which way. almost always worn down with bangs partially pulled back on the left side into a neat braid, the rest swept over. reaches about to her hips, very silky and thick, it's very pretty tbh HEIGHT :  165 cm CLOTHING  STYLE :  somewhat old-fashioned in a way, but still elegant and business-esque. lace and frills and ribbons are not uncommon, but she can be seen dressed in fitting clothes just as much as ones that flow. a huge fan of heels, particularly the strappy kind. anything 'casual' is mostly worn when at home. example being just a hoodie and shorts. PHYSICAL  FEATURE :   striking eyes [they appear very feline-like in shape], her hair is quite noticeable, the way she physically carries herself as if someone important but one look into her eyes and anyone can tell she's always thinking about something else, something troubling. 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  002 : THE INSIDE .

FEARS : accomplishing nothing, being abandoned/left behind, 'nonexistence' GUILTY PLEASURES :  sweets and wine. they do go hand in hand BIGGEST PET PEEVE : people sleeping when she's trying to talk to them & half-assed effort AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE:  aside from accomplishing the Animusphere goal? nothing else

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  003 : THOUGHTS .

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP :  "do i have work today?" to " i should get up" even if she doesn't to "a few more minutes won't hurt", though if she's had one of her many dreams, her first thoughts would be " so it was just a dream" to " i should get up" because she likes to do things after them to distract her mind WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  MOST : things she needs to do, what's going on with the alien god situation, goetia, what's going on with herself WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED :  what she needs to do the following day and if she forgot to do anything before bed, more worrying about things out of her control WHAT  THEY  THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS :  she...doesn't really see herself as having any good qualities, let alone a best one but if she had to answer, then her refusal to back down so easily even if she's scared

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  004 : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES :  single, she's not one for excessive PDA and prefers to have that privacy, plus she hates other people seeing her be a certain way that's only reserved for one person TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED : she'll say to be respected but she just wants to be loved and seen  BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS :  brains, physical appearance matters little to her DOGS  OR  CATS :  cats!

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  005 :     DO THEY …

LIE : yes, it comes easy to her BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELF :  not really BELIEVE  IN  LOVE :  it's complicated WANT  SOMEONE :  depends on the 'someone' but, in a romantic sense, she already has him

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  006 :    HAVE THEY EVER …

BEEN  ON  STAGE :  no DONE  DRUGS : absolutely not CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN :  laughs in mage culture seeing as she never saw herself as her own person, only as an Animusphere/her father's daughter never just Olga Marie, she did what she felt was necessary to be what she thought would make her worthy of that. so yes

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  007 : FAVORITES .

FAVOURITE  COLOR : tied between orange & black FAVOURITE  ANIMAL :  doesn't have a favorite FAVOURITE  BOOK : adventure novels, yes like seeking lost treasure and filled to the brim with action galore FAVOURITE  GAME:  doesn't really have any, she's not much of a games person

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  008 : AGE .

DAY  THEIR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE : my own personal headcanon but as olga doesn't have a date for her birthday, she just chose January 1st to keep easy track. no she will never tell anyone that reason HOW  OLD  WILL  THEY  BE : 22 when she arrived in spirale, so she'll be 24!

[astronerdboy]

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SPOILER Summary/Synopsis

Waver, Gray, and Caules are waiting to board the train for the Mystic Eyes auction. They are joined by ADASHINO Hishiri, who’s also come for the auction. As they chat, Olga-Marie Arsimilat Animusphere (Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere as fandom…

[animusphere-goddess-of-chaldea]

Muse Information

Names: Olga Marie Animusphere, U-Olga Marie

Full Name: Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere

Nicknames: Marie, Olga, Alien God, the VII of the End, the Beast That Announces the End, the Sovereign of Earth, the Evil of the End, Satan Who Art As Lucifero

Age: 11-12, 22-23

Gender: Female

Headcanons

Olga Marie loves marigolds. She keeps potted flowers in her bedroom and office to help soothe her. It explains why orange (mainly) and yellow are her favorite colors.

She is autistic, but she hides it because of fear of being judged. She already has trauma of not being perfect and people depending on her to run her Father's project. She fears they would use her disability to their advantage and try to make her life even worse. However, it is only a matter of time before she breaks down in public and reveals her true self.

She loves bullet journals. They help her stay organized, and she keeps many in her room so she doesn't run out of them.

Asking her to choose her favorite adventure novels will be difficult. She likes all of them. If she befriends you and she really likes you, there is a chance she will literally info-dump about her favorites.

Related to the previous headcanon, if she trusts you enough and befriends you, DO NOT BREAK HER TRUST. It will hurt her deeply, and she will NEVER ever forget it. It will be hard to befriend her again, but it is possible to try to fix things.

As U-Olga Marie, she has amnesia and tries to understand human stuff. That includes things involving the director (belongings, room, etc). She still seems to love coffee for some reason.

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Olga Marie Animusphere -  Waifu/Goddes

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.  Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere (why marisbury, why.) TITLE.   none, former Director of Chaldea NICKNAME.  Marie PRONOUNS. she/her HEIGHT.   5′5″  AGE.  22 [canon], 24 [spirale] ZODIAC.  what if you don’t have a birthday so you just picked new year’s for easy rememberance of ur age-- SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  English, Hebrew, Japanese & some Germanic languages

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  pure white with silver undertones EYE COLOR.   vibrant golden orange  SKIN TONE.   fair BODY TYPE.  curvaceous VOICE.  Kira Buckland [NA], Madoka Yonezawa [JP] DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous SCARS. a few small, inconsequential ones, save for two. one large on on the left side of her lower abdomen + a matching on on her back in the same area  TATTOOS. n/a BIRTHMARKS. one on each the inside of her left wrist & elbow, another directly at the dip in her side on the right NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  her eyes & hair  

 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.  laughs in we don’t know if she’s even really human and cries HOMETOWN. more laughing SIBLINGS. none PARENTS.  Marisbury Animusphere [ Father], unknown if she even had a mother 

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.  floral designer & gardener at Florist Mahabharata CURRENT RESIDENCE.  Animusphere House at Moon Beach on the Sunset Circuit CLOSE FRIENDS. she doesn’t really have close close friends-- RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  taken FINANCIAL STATUS.   oh she’s rich. rich and hardly uses it  DRIVER’S LICENSE. nope, yes she has an SUV don’t worry about it CRIMINAL RECORD.  n/a VICES.  n/a

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

ORIENTATION. demi-romantic LOVE LANGUAGE.  she struggles with words a lot, so physical affection + actis of giving are It RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  it’s still a learning process for her, but she does tend to be a very observant person so there’s a habit of doing something in a silent support sort of way.  theres also her looking out for their well-being more than usual oh and holding hands. she likes that a lot it’s very cute and embarrassing

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  bold of you to expect me to pick just one when i have a whole playlist but i will pick two -- HAUNTED HOUSE // F+TM  -- DREAMLESS DREAMS // はるまきごはん HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  gardening is really her only one, she does like watching competitive cooking shows just to be another judge LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  left FEARS.  looks into the distance you want the long or short list?? but we got: being worthless, being nothing, actually being the alien god, being left behind to name a few SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   oh honey. on a scale of 0 to 100 that’s at a -20, it’s better because before it was -50 but she makes it seem like it’s a 100 VULNERABILITIES.  she’s human (so far) so just about anything that could kill a human would work. also something that specifically targets magic circuits/mana, too