#TWO OF THEM?

[sanctuarynurse]

Norbs but multiplied.

[thatsonehellofahabit]

P uuh Karl Pilkington personality core ahhhe yes I think so

[lovecatsys]

looking at posts i reblogged from earlier. who tf was this cuz it certainly was not me

[parme-san]

swift just releases whatever the fuck

[steamanband]

I thought there was this one massive black cat terrorising my cats but I was wrong. It was actually two identical massive black cats

[fakepriest]

@madamhatter​

"Father Kotomine, how should we address this fascinating instance?" The eluding summoner of Chaldea seems to have appeared from nowhere, her form casually stepping beside the priest and her tone candid. With both hands folded on the small of her back, she takes a small breath while enjoying the well-shaded area of the room. 

"Having variants of a Servant roaming the hallways is no new phenomenon. Your favorite Archer and Lancer are prime examples." She shifts weight from one foot to another. "But a case of the original body and a pseudo-servant cooperating and existing in the same plane is," she sighs, looking at the person in question, "a complication if I have ever seen one." 

Sophie glances at Kirei, observing, "Hopefully, this new presence will not disrupt or enable anything." 

The fact that the assistant compares the Father to the Alter Ego in a thoughtful way, as if to say, 'you aren't that bad; you could've done worse like him,' was troubling her. Especially if someone sees that statement now as an active opportunity to prove otherwise or, worse, make a competition of it. 

"Hm..." The woman blanks, wrinkling her nose in thought and losing that sharpness in her gaze. She murmurs, "How does Mister Rasputin manage to have fewer wrinkles than you..." to herself. 

The ruler servant is certainly accustomed to the most atypical events taking place in the facility; after all, things would be infinitely boring without the occasional... unpredictable debacle. Or perhaps some kind of disaster. He is not too particular when it comes to ways of entertaining himself.

The presence of the person standing before him and miss Hatter is not, however, a possibility he has ever considered. Which, quite frankly, seems a bit out of character for one so used to scheming and trying to predict all possible outcomes. And he does not need Sophie’s reminder of how average such an occurrence should be, when it comes to normal heroic spirits--there are enough versions of his previous servants to torment to his heart’s content.

Curse this place for making him (marginally) relax.

The priest meets her last remark from the girl with a raised brow, “Perhaps he has not yet been graced by the presence of so many of the lovely people that can be found around here, miss Hatter.”

The other man does seem to be slightly more... relaxed? Almost jovial, as much as one with his features could ever appear so, which certainly leaves Kirei with questions that can only be answered by someone who may or may not have lived through his same experiences--and if he has not, what could the real difference be, between the two of them?

In the meantime, the other servant does exactly what he would do: observe how things evolve, watching silently and with a most pleasant expression.

The initial frown slowly relaxes the more he contemplates the current situation: this might prove to be quite the interesting experience still--one should be open to all, even their own self staring back at them. “Hmm--interesting. I can finally lay eyes on the notorious Rasputin, for whom everyone in Chaldea has been mistaking me ever since I was summoned.”

The other man, finally being addressed in a more direct way, mirrors his own smile, mirth clearly present (to an experienced observer) in those dark eyes.

“Oh? I had no idea my presence, or lack thereof, could have caused such trouble. “ Let us not mention that Rasputin is long gone and all that is left is the vessel. Perhaps everyone shall figure it out in due time.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.

[spoondrifts]

something about vi never wanting anyone in her life to change. something about jayce not caring at all how much viktor has changed so long as he's alive. something about the way vi associates radical change with death, perceiving jinx's continued existence as a kind of necromantic horror—the way jayce would shatter fundamental laws of nature without a second thought in order to give viktor the best chance at survival, in whatever form that may take. transformation as rebirth vs murder, hextech vs shimmer. nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature. and then jayce, realizing that he hasn't changed at all, not really—that he is a scientist at heart, and he shouldn't have tried to be anything else. and then vi, realizing she has become someone unrecognizable—never thought my sister would turn bluebelly. and for both of them, it's too little, too late.

[girldraki]

this is insane

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.

Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.

He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’

Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.

Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom

Oh, and his mother lived next door 🙃

[cryptocism]

It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

[intertexts]

rigging & power lines r like siblings i think.

[jellyjamheadobb]

[eydilily]

i'll tell you what, its really cute

[calicorobin]

beanbag chair psychology