#and I meant vitch

[sassyshin]

God I really did it

I was done with the tower event in like 4 days? And then I started farming for Light Vitch

I had around 60 ammo. Now I have 131

I had around 40 arrows now I have 54

And I’m still not done lmao. I still need like 14 stingers and more or less the same amount of stakes

But the worst is over. Ammo was just painful. It’s easy to get but you need so much of it holy shit

[cuddles-with-dragons]

giving a one-shot character a backstory

The character in question? Commander Mayday.

We know next to nothing about him so I can do whatever.

Introducing the 936th company!

Current characters:

General Dim Teyorra, a Mon Calamari Jedi, She/Her

Captain Mayday, one of two braincells.

Hexx, their resident pyromaniac.

Vitch, the other braincell.

Crash, the medic.

Chance, he and Crash are chaos twins like Fives and Echo.

Bolt, smol ball of chaos that must be protected.

Shatter, a homicidal maniac.

They are here to kill Seppies and create chaos!

Unfortunately all these new clone OCs will die to comply with canon

~~~

Shatter: Someone’s trying to break in. Get General Teyorra! Crash: *loads shotgun* I got this. Mayday: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

Mayday: Yesterday, I overheard Shatter saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Bolt replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Shatter: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Mayday: Fucking Crash and Bolt were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

Mayday: So jellyshish- Crash, laughing: JELLYSHISH!? Mayday: You know what I meant!

Shatter: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? Mayday: Shatter, it's four o'clock in the morning. Shatter: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

Mayday: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to- Mayday: *sees Shatter shoving Bolt into the washing machine while Dim records and Crash watches* Mayday: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

Mayday, to the Squad: I’d die for you. Shatter: Then perish. Bolt: You will. Crash: Please don’t. Chance: Cool. Dim: I’d die for you first.

Bolt: *coughs blood* Chance: Don't die, Bolt! Bolt: Don't tell me what to do!

[holygrail-cycle]

JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I MADE THIS SIDEBLOG TOO EARLY!!!!

Oh my god. Okay. There’s so much going on here. I’ll lay out the big three points that got me then a bunch of ramblings under a read more.

1. We were addressed as wizards. That’s terminology specific to the Extra series, which makes sense, what with the digital nature of these Wars. Yet they’re Holy Grail Wars, not Moon Cell Wars; they’re two different things, and ‘Avenger’ established that veeery specifically with his April Fools joke (because as we all know, Jokes Are Deepest Lore). Then again, Moon Cancers are on the table this time around...

2. ‘A test run’. Across TRILLIONS of failed iterations. Jesus christ!!!! WHAT FOR!!!!!!

3. ‘You’ve already agreed to this contract long ago.’ Which makes sense, since the last War seemed to imply that throughout all those trillions of iterations, the Masters were... always us. Always. Because it was always ‘the first Tumblr Grail War’. So in the end, it’s not just the Servants and terminals caught in this cycle, it’s us too.

All of these points culminate in a question I’ve been wondering since the start: who started this, and why? And why have they chosen to continue it? (again, in the narrative sense, not the meta one)

It’s no surprise that our kind ‘host’ this time around is taking the face of Tamamo Vitch, considering how much of a devil’s bargain this is. The last time around, we got the best ending for the scenario we were presented with; with the Grail already corrupted and ‘Ruler’ glitching out hardcore, we couldn’t have begun to succeed at a true Grail War or wish. Yet in the end, it wasn’t enough to free us from the cycle. With that in mind, the core issue, and presumably what might ‘free’ all of us, hasn’t been fixed here: with a mass of Masters to contend with, is it possible to successfully make a wish upon the Grail?

The last time around, the Grail was also corrupt, and I really don’t think a wish was truly possible; I think it would have backfired hard on us, given just how much mana the Grail is meant to contain when full. Corruption, a whole crowd’s worth of wishes, and an omnipotent wish-fulfilling device full of mana spelled disaster to me. Theoretically, this Grail will be clean. That said, I still don’t know if the Grail would still be able to handle a horde of wishes without backfiring, because it’s so powerful but was created to handle only one wish.

Then again, this War is starting out on the conceit of all of us cooperating from the start. Maybe a lesson learned from the first run, meant to make it easier for us to get used to the idea of pushing for one path together. But it doesn’t present much of a War, so what’s going to be ahead of us? A ‘boss rush’ kind of gauntlet seems likely to me, especially if we end up summoning an Extra class Servant, with all the other Servants summoned by the Grail to face off against and cut down. At first, anyway - after all, that’d be way too easy if it stayed straightforward and ‘proper’.

Yet with all this in mind, even assuming we do everything perfectly and it’s all hunky dory, would finally making a wish actually fix things? Is it supposed to? Are we trapped by forces outside ourselves, or simply by our own ambition and desire for a wish?

[shadow-schemer]

me, after breaking 1 bar and realizes that the battle is still going: ...oh you mean I have to beat all of it

switched to basic Cu Chulainn and Bazett for the 2nd try now that i know what I'm facing.

(perhaps Bazett coming in was really meant to be. She broke the first bar by herself.)

Vitch: Curses be upon ye!

Van Gogh, who becomes more powerful for every Curse: 😳😳😳👉👈 For ME?!!!

I am lucky that the Beast somehow stunlocked herself enough for Van Gogh to beat her even after her Guts activated.... phew.

(I am once again thankful that I have Van Gogh... How did you people survive this level??)

GET HER ASS

[bimbosupreme]

Tamamo Vitch’s line for douman is the Funniest Thing ive ever read in this damn mobile game, this is amazing, the sheer amount of insults she threw in a single breath:

"Blegh. Limbo is here? UNBELIEVABLE! Pardon, I lost my composure. If I remember correctly, he's the twisted bootlicking musclebound feline constantly begging for attention... sorry, I meant, the famed onmyouji Ashiya Douman. A Servant whose fighting power I can't complain about, despite him being Abe no Seimei's punching bag. I recommend trying to get a refund since you got the inferior product."

Jesus CHRIST

[gluttonygirls]

Shabrys, being Jalter's harem of one; getting down and smooching her flabby belly as Vitch, sitting on one side of her lap and caressing her fatty cheek while whispering sweet nothings as Gudako, and swiveling to the other side as Salter and begin planting tender kisses on the side of her face--

"L-Labrys, w-wait... s-stop, I can't..."

She is literally drowning in pleasure right now Shabrys, how is she meant to think about anything at all when every second there's a new figure assailing her obese body with some kind of new form of loving, it's all too much for her poor goth mind-

[hotvampireadjacent]

me n a friend were curious so i looked up  Koyanskaya/tamamo vitch’s line for douman

“Blegh. Limbo is here? UNBELIEVABLE! Pardon, I lost my composure. If I remember correctly, he's the twisted bootlicking musclebound feline constantly begging for attention... sorry, I meant, the famed onmyouji Ashiya Douman. A Servant whose fighting power I can't complain about, despite him being Abe no Seimei's punching bag. I recommend trying to get a refund since you got the inferior product. “ source for the rest of her lines https://www.reddit.com/r/grandorder/comments/ow44wj/koyanskaya_of_lights_lines/

OMFGGGG....GIRL........ douman cat. confrimed....honestly if the two of them meet face to face in chaldea it’d probably be on sight?

[writer-and-artist27]

Cake Day

Inspired by a memory I still hold dear to my heart, where the departed Di Thuy lent me her baking tools just to make a tiramisu layer cake for Daddy’s 58th birthday three years ago. Di Thuy, I still love you. I hope the Buddha is taking good care of you in Nirvana.

Otherwise, this is dedicated to a friend who deserves better. @partialdignity, this is for you. It may be a few weeks early, but it's still June and I wanted to be prepared. I’ll just drop AmaLee’s cover of God Knows from Haruhi Suzumiya for an extra tone-setter. Please enjoy the fluff. :)

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“350 degrees in the oven for the cake, now I just need to brew the coffee, but what else am I forgetting…?”

It wasn’t every day the usual kitchen staff weren’t populating their places in the Novum Chaldea Dining Hall. In fact, it was even rarer to find one of the only Chaldean Masters occupying its walls instead, running back and forth to pull out ingredients left and right while muttering to herself.

Robin Hood watched the entire scene from a corner of the room with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow because if he knew any better, intervention would probably be necessary in the next few moments. Vy was a workaholic even when she wasn’t trying to be, after all. Still, it didn’t stop him from watching with the slightest bit of curiosity outside of his usual job. Vy was probably one of the most radiant people you could ever meet, Servant or not. Whenever she was working with someone in mind, she just shined in a way not a lot of other people could do in the same capacity. With the pink apron covering the front of her dress, the faded blue hair tie keeping her ponytail in place, and the tiny flecks of chocolate dusting her fingers as she worked, it was all rather endearing.

“Big Robin, you don’t have to watch, y’know,” Vy called out all of sudden without glancing over her shoulder, and Robin paused. “If you wanted to help, you could come closer.”

Robin ignored the urge to roll his eyes, instead taking the chance to come closer as his little sparrow asked. “Call my reason worry and leave it at that,” he said vaguely, whistling innocently once Vy was tossing him a look of disbelief. “What are you making, little sparrow?”

Vy proceeded to shrug her shoulders while kneeling to one of the lower cabinets in the kitchen, muttering a small, “Heave ho,” while grabbing what looked like a dark bottle of some kind of… alcohol? “Tiramisu,” she said once the bottle was nestled safely in her arms, a warm smile growing on her face once she stood up and turned to meet Robin’s eyes. “Coffee cake, if that makes more sense. Some of the others have been drinking more black coffee lately, and since we’re going to enter the Indian Lostbelt soon, I was thinking of giving everyone something sweet to munch on, so…”

“Ah.” Thinking of Rem, huh? And defying what that Vitch fox lady did to you both with that poisoned cake. It was all very much Vy.

With a small smile, Robin glanced over the kitchen counters. Cake mix, instant coffee powder, heavy cream, eggs, vegetable oil, cocoa powder, cream cheese — that meant the bottle in Vy’s hands was coffee liquor. He was probably worried over nothing. Still, he asked, “All by yourself?”

“Hey, I can do it!” Vy said louder, looking a bit offended at his inquiry. Whoops. “I’ve done this recipe plenty of times for Daddy’s birthday before I came here!”

“Riiiiight,” Robin replied, but he still dispelled the No Face May King to walk into the kitchen and grab an apron of his own. If he couldn’t stop her from completing her current task, then he could at least divert some of her efforts to save energy. “Still think I can take you up on that offer to help, little sparrow?”

The pout that was on Vy’s face immediately dissipated at his offer, sparkles seemingly flying off her figure as she then smiled up at him. “Are you up for helping with the coffee, Big Robin? I still have to whip the cream for the frosting.” A giggle left her lips as she took a step closer to him, liquor bottle still in her arms as she reached up with one hand to gently pat his cheek. “You can have frosting taste-testing rights!”

“You don’t have to give me those,” Robin pointed out, but he was laughing too, right before he could help himself. “Though, if you want…”

Vy tilted her head at him, ponytail flopping down onto her shoulder with the motion. “Hm?”

Robin smirked, taking the hand Vy had on his cheek in his before she could think of drawing back into her work mode. “I could use a different incentive.”

Vy blushed almost immediately at the attention, averting her gaze once he took a step forward in her direction with a squeeze of her hand. “Um,” she started tentatively, “am I thinking what you are thinking…?”

“I dunno, little sparrow,” Robin hummed, reaching over to take the liquor bottle out of Vy’s arms to put it on the nearest free counter. “You tell me.”

“Muuuu,” Vy pouted, shutting her eyes for a moment. Robin watched with interest as the pink on her cheeks darkened to a very pretty red. “J-Just let me ask you one thing before you do anything, Big Robin?”

Robin still took his chance to wrap an arm around Vy’s waist, pulling her closer to him as he grinned. “What’s up, little sparrow?”

“P-Pulling me in is still in the ‘anything’ category, Robin.” Vy weakly puffed her cheeks out in protest at him, only to find her breath stalling once his nose brushed hers. She averted her gaze before asking in a shier, unintentionally cuter voice, “D-Do you think… Do you think Rem would like tiramisu?”

Robin gave Vy his softest smile, butting the top of her nose with his — eliciting a cute giggle from her lips. “With her taste in black coffee, I’m sure she’ll love it, little sparrow. Just be careful of the sugar if I were you.”

“D-Dunno if we have to worry about the sugar, but…” Vy ducked her head, but even past the few strands of loose brown hair, Robin could see the nervous smile playing with her lips. So pink and soft… “I-I see… That’s good…”

Robin smiled and opted to kiss Vy’s head instead. He already knew throwing off her concentration more than this wouldn’t turn out well. Affection could be left for another time.

“R-Robin?”

“Just don’t push yourself, little sparrow. That’s all I ask.”

“O-Okay…”

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“What are you doing, Vy?”

“Frosting drawing, Arjuna-san,” Vy said distractedly, closing one eye to focus on the piping bag in front of her. The cake that made up her canvas continued to retain its clean white color from the heavy-cream-frosting crumb coat she applied earlier, so the chocolate-dyed frosting in her hands would definitely serve as the final touches for her newest pastry. “But hello and what’s up?”

“I… I don’t know how to respond to that,” Arjuna added, quietly looming over Vy’s shoulder to watch with interest. “But what is this cake?”

“As I told Big Robin,” Vy gestured to the other Archer with a shrug of her other shoulder, gently applying pressure to the bag in her hands to pipe out the first frosting flower, “It’s a tiramisu cake.”

“Tira… misu?” Arjuna echoed cluelessly.

“Coffee cake, as the little sparrow would say,” Robin added from his place washing dishes in the kitchen, a chuckle leaving him with the statement. “It’s for a certain other Master that we have to worry about.” Under his breath, Vy could distinctly hear him mutter, “Workaholics.”

“Love you too, Big Robin!” Vy blurted out petulantly over the next frosting flower, relishing the clatter noises of tupperware echoing from the sink. To Arjuna, she hummed, “But yep. Coffee cake!”

“I… see,” Arjuna said. Vy still took a step to the side, not stopping her current work all the while, so that he could come a bit closer. “But are the decorations necessary?”

“I mean,” Vy gently piped out another flower, letting the peak sit on the cake’s clean white surface for about a second before letting her arms fall a bit to raise her head and meet the other Archer’s eyes. “I feel like they do?”

“You don’t sound confident about that,” Arjuna pointed out with a pointed index finger. Still, his gaze wandered back to the cake and the incomplete flower heart Vy was making, quirking an eyebrow at the shape. “This may be a bit much.”

“…That’ll depend on Rem, I think,” Vy admitted finally, turning back to the cake to hold her frosting bag. “But it’s the only thing I could think of after she went out farming for materials and made bánh xèo that one morning.” Vy couldn’t help the wry smile that formed on her lips as she piped out another flower, nudging the peak once it started to wilt a little from the warmth of her hands. Frosting did have to be kept cold. “With everything we’ve seen, I don’t think I can ever stop thanking her, anyways.” Vy took a chance to glance at Arjuna. “Same thing to you, Arjuna-san.”

Arjuna blinked owlishly at her, black eyes widening from the surprise. “I do not recall doing anything to warrant your gratitude, Vy.”

“To the contrary, Archer!” Vy smiled up at him while tilting her head. “You help Rem and me a lot with the fighting, actually. And considering how you’re still with us after the Singularities and three Lostbelts, I just have to keep thanking you for your continued presence, don’t I?”

Arjuna’s jaw fell slack. Over Vy’s shoulder, she could hear the sound of water stop running as Robin put away the last dish in the drying rack.

Vy beamed, warmth filling her voice as she finished with, “You make Rem happy, Arjuna-san. And considering there’s only so much I can do for a friend, I think I can at least say thank you to a friend’s special other just for bringing them joy in my place, right?”

Arjuna’s cheeks started to take on a dark flush at that point, a hand coming up to cover his gaping mouth as he continued to stare at her wordlessly.

Oops. Guess I was too honest. To tune out the apparent shock in the air, Vy turned back to her cake, piping out another chocolate frosting flower to finish the first half of the heart before saying, “With that much cheese in the air, do you want to help with frosting?”

“…Cheese?”

“I know, I know I said a lot of cheesy things, so let’s put it behind us and finish this cake! Rem’s coffee break is coming up soon, Arjuna-san!”

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Rem, as expected, was found in her room, working over a tablet as Nursery Rhyme kicked her legs up against the bedsides while resting her head against Rem’s shoulder. The cup of black coffee in her free hand was enough of a clue to her current mental state.

Chị Rem, I hope this is a good enough gift for you. My beloved friend.

It didn’t stop Vy from smiling once Rem raised her head to meet her eyes, and she chanced a glance at Arjuna and Robin lingering in the hallway behind her before raising the tiramisu in the air.

“Happy early birthday, Chị Rem,” Vy hummed, balancing the cake plate carefully as she walked forward with a small skip in her step, matching the timing it took for Rem’s eyes to widen at the offering. “I bring tiramisu cake! For once, the cake is not a lie because there’s no poison!”

It was another day with friends, and Vy wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[originlist]

@bonmotx​ asked:

"You know, my lord, how your wretched species fears that which cannot be understood?" What an odd thing to say with such devotion and affection, arms deep in one's very destiny. "Some instead become enamored with the unknown. Adore it, despite being incapable of understanding it, deciphering it. Love it for its very existence rather than a solution to it. Your karma, your destiny... it is that, my lord, to this humble servant of yours. But please remember this evil sort cannot understand good."

Once upon a time, Douman said Ritsu shouldn’t trust them. Ritsu could rely on them, but trusting them was a mistake. So much for that. Ritsu lets Douman in, trusts them with their soul and lets them wade through the mess of Ritsu’s karma.

Not that Ritsu can tell, exactly, what Douman’s doing. They said they were ‘untangling out’ Ritsu’s knotted fate, and Ritsu has no idea what that means but has since discovered that it feels strangely comfortable in a way they can’t describe. Like a weight has been shifted to better balance itself, or they can breathe easier without realizing it was an issue in the first place.

(Ritsu’s karma is heavy, a burden of fate not meant to be placed upon one ‘human’, as they carry with them the weight of timelines, impossibly snarled and wound together. It’s a task. At least any sort of tugging on it can’t possibly make it worse.) ‘Their wretched species’. Ritsu almost laughs. It sounds like something right out of a Lovecraftian horror, right?

Call it their wretched species all they like, but they still tolerate that wretchedness enough to hang around Ritsu. (And a little more than that. To dote on one of these wretches, let Ritsu as a human collar them.) It seems a little novel to say that something can be loved because it’s incomprehensible. Ritsu’s never heard that before -- it was always ‘love comes through understanding’. (Though, they’ve experienced the inside of Douman’s head, and Beasts, and could not say they walked away comprehending a damn thing, but it did not stop them from declaring love.) “It’s a relief that you say that, actually.”

That Douman cannot understand them. Because Douman’s evil, and will not stop being that, does not want to and cannot change. Ritsu is incomprehensible and because of that immutability, Ritsu will continue to be.

“I thought... after some point, I had become someone evil. That my karma and destiny were too... bloody, I guess. All the lostbelts. That must make someone evil, on a cosmic scale. Vitch’s poison should have killed me.” They still stand by this. (A poison that judges karma cannot judge ‘positive’ or ‘negative’ when the sum result is ‘the space between void and infinity, null’, and this was Vitch’s mistake.) But Ritsu does not know and still wouldn’t understand if they did. They killed, so therefore, they should be deemed ‘bad’ by the universe. Correct? So, their karma is...? “But if you say it’s good, I trust you.”

Douman’s evil. Can’t argue with that. They know evil, are friendly with it, comprehend it and side with it more easily than good. Douman has no reason to lie and say Ritsu isn’t like them at all.

They bring up interesting points. Or maybe Ritsu’s simply in a more easygoing mood than normal what with being told they’re not an irredeemable monster and having some spiritual weight sorted out within them. It can be both. “Maybe that unknown is why I like you. Hm-mm, I didn’t think about it like that.” Ritsu laughs. “You’re really capable, huh, Ashiya.” A name used only in private. Hm-mm, as if any other priest could carefully sort the pull of fate on Ritsu’s soul. There is one most talented onmyoji, thank you, and it’s theirs. Meant wholeheartedly!

[sassyshin]

One thing that always bugged me about Olympus is what was the plan about Chaos?

Like sure Chaldea could have perished against Zeus and Chaos would never have been summoned

But when Chaos shows up its such a oh shit moment like... what if no one was able to stop that? How would the Alien God even show up in an earth which had been consumed by Chaos... would she even show up at all because its my understanding that the whole Olympus was gonna be destroyed with the tree and all

But we dont ever see what Wodime or the disciples were going to do about Chaos at all

The only hint I got is that Koyanskaya tells Musashi after their fight that thats not where Musashi was meant to die so Vitch had to have an idea about what was going to happen

Rasputin can tell the future so nevermind him but Im guessing Wodime also knew what Musashi was there for?

So... That was the plan all along? If Chaos shows up just let Musashi handle it? Every single one of them was thinking the same thing and they trusted Musashi was gonna be able to do it to an extent that they didnt feel like doing anything else?

I mean I dont mind it but wow

[morsking]

i’m entering the final stages of lostbelt 1 and not to sound condescending on main but i think almost everyone has been horrendously wrong about kadoc and we should set the record straight. 

his beef with guda isn’t anything as simple as “i’m jealous they got to be a big damn hero while i was stuck taking a nap”. kadoc, much like the other crypters, has internalized an aspect of mage society in spite of their status as deviants that has affected how he relates himself to others and how his overall psyche works. in mage society what you accomplish determines your worth in life (insert obligatory “being a mage is an allegory for capitalism” comment here) and kadoc had never accomplished anything. his family line isn’t as old or grand as other mages, it has offered no contributions to the world of mages that would make it stand out, and he is already someone who cannot be as cold or calculating or manipulative enough for other mages to treat him with any regard for his personhood. that isolation of being perceived as belonging to the bottom rung of a social class that is already plenty unforgiving towards outsiders left kadoc desperate for purpose, and once he found it at long last when chaldea told him he was needed, a person so unnecessary as himself, he is killed that is as if the universe was telling him that being born worthless means he’ll die worthless. so when he learns that guda, an ordinary person with no connection to magecraft with credentials and origin even lesser than his own, managed to survive an entire peril-ridden journey, thereby proving that they earned the right to live, it sends him into a fit of fucking rage. 

kadoc isn’t jealous that guda accomplished all these great things. he’s jealous that guda proved that they deserved to live more than he. how is it fair that his suffering meant nothing and yours was rewarded? how was your path more correct than his? he thinks to himself that’s bullshit. so in a bid to challenge and overthrow that unfairness, kadoc adopts a new persona. he becomes abrasive, hostile, and borderline apathetic because he is trying to prove that his lostbelt’s way of life is just as much, or even more deserving, of survival than the one of panhuman history. the yaga, despite being stronger than regular humans, are doomed because they had to abandon weakness to survive. the yaga have suffered so much misfortune and sacrificed so much that kadoc, and the universe has decided they deserve to die? in kadoc’s mind that’s nothing more than tragic. that’s repulsive and unjust. so to prove that russia’s worth he adopts its philosophy to directly oppose chaldea’s, because its philosophy is that of panhuman history, the history that has tossed away its losers instead of acknowledging their pain and losses. 

what kadoc can’t realize because he’s too obsessed tying his lostbelt’s worth to his own, is that in trying to help the people of his lostbelt while thinking like them, he’s not helping them or saving them in any way that matters. tamamo vitch steps on the yaga and forces them to slaughter one another for basic needs and he does nothing. he is not out there actually providing shelter and food to the denizens of russia to show them that there is another way to live where they don’t have to leave their weak behind and live with heinous pragmatism. kadoc resents the culling of the weak, but because his natural empathy cannot coincide with the life he is trying to vindicate, he ends up resembling the very same principle he is trying to resist in the first place. kadoc is a mass of contradictions and because his brain is filled with trauma he lacks the self-awareness to realize that by pretending to be someone he is not he’s only setting up not only himself but the lives he is trying to save for devastating failure. 

his beef with guda isn’t about guda all that much but the larger concept that guda represents in his own mind. he isn’t wrong to want the losers of history to be redeemed for being cast aside and erased, nor is he wrong to want his own redemption for the way he (and the crypters among other outcasts of society) was treated. he’s fundamentally wrong in his approach because he is trying, out of sheer emotional principle, to defend a way of life that cannot possibly sustain itself or offer hope for its own future because it happened to have been forsaken just like he was. 

[gemsofchaldea]

@mooncellmaster​ wanted a starter:

There were two masters who helped fix the singularities, neither of them were anything all too special in all honesty. One of them was pretty much the living definition of plain after all, though somehow that girl managed to end up in a coffin in Chaldea halfway through Chaldea’s mission. Or at least that’s what all of the reports said about it. Somehow the situation wasn’t what surprised her, but rather the fact that this human was able to actually help with those singularities. Oh well, it just goes to show how much help a servant could be! ‘Tamamo Vitch’ was sure this girl was hopeless without one. And was pretty determined to find out, after all she had a strong distaste for her since her eyes caught sight of her. She has no idea why, but she had a feeling it had to do with something she did with Tamamo-no-mae. Even though that wasn’t her servant here. Who knows, this stuff is confusing.

It was pretty lucky for Tamamo actually, she ended up finding Hakuno before any of the Oprichnik did! Which meant she got first blood on this pathetic master. Though, maybe she should keep the ruse going for a bit, after all Hakuno hadn’t seen her act with the servant or those horrible puppets, right? That may make it even more fun too, striking her when her back is turned.. She’s doomed anyway, so why not have fun? It’s not like any amount of fighting is going to do anything for her!

A very exaggerated breath escaped her lips as she ran up to Hakuno, worried expression expertly painted on her face

“Oh my! You’re not frozen, I thought the situation was entirely hopeless! One of the hallways already has a bunch of frozen staff in it, and any who weren’t frozen were just being killed by those things! You have a servant right? So if I stick with you we should be able to find our way out~!”

[thebrutalballadoffangusklot]

An idea I wish they did with Vitch was every tail she added her “veil” would’ve came off more and more. In either way. Either she starts to become more snd more morally unbound and isn’t really playing the games anymore and doesn’t want to make any time for you

Or like her form litterally breaking apart, im not a artist but something showing this body isn’t meant to hold that much pure godly power.

[somnim]

@gemsofchaldea​​ // plotted ▸ tamamo no hime & tamamo vitch

“You most certainly have been busy.” Stepping into the otherwise empty room, Hime called out to a familiar face, a familiar tail. Though their circumstances, their summoned forms, were different, she easily recognized Vitch. It had been some time since their time together within the imaginary space, but having a contract with Chaldea meant that she had heard everything of Vitch’s actions.

“The poison trick was certainly something, but having to hitch a ride with Chaldea? If I wasn’t impressed, I would laugh at the sheer absurdness of it all.” Would she not be as close to Vitch as she is, this meeting would have taken a whole another turn. Yet she only smiled. Really, it had been quite some while, but being apart from the original no Mae and out of the imaginary space only seemed to do good for each of them.

[warncdandwiles]

One thing about Redwall that stood out was how totally unforgiving ‘Honest Woodlanders’ are to ‘Vermin’.

On one hand. Vermin often ‘prove’ themselves to be what their ilk is infamous for in the series and its more of using animals to represent villains and heores rather than anything else, but when I was a kid, I remember even then feeling a stab of sympathy for Vitch. Vitch, who was only taken in because he could pass (somewhat) for a mouse. I guess it’s another thing about the medieval kind of culture, where teenagers were given far less pity, too. Chickenhound was a rotten little twit, but Constace throwing ‘Sly One’ at him when he’s almost dying of thirst rubbed me the wrong way. I guess it shows that the heroes an be flawed, too.

But while Chickenhound brought his fate upon himself and had no real good qualities, Vitch was just a little boy. No parents, literally nobody cared for him, so it’s no wonder he threw his lot in with the first people who would have him, only to be betrayed and murdered. Vitch was a bad kid, but I couldn’t help but compare him to Mattimeo, who was only just a little less bratty at first, who grew up with loving parents, a warm bed, food whenever he wished it, and self worth.

I knew that from the narrative we were meant to dislike Vitch and sure, he was cruel, cowardly, the whole lot. He was also being constantly (physically) abused by literally everyone around him. Worse so than the slaves he was helping to drive. Why wouldn’t he be a little monster?

What possible chance did an orphan rat have of being a ‘honest woodlander’?

[smaugthebookdragon]

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name: Laura

pronouns: she / her

height: 1.61 m

sexuality: gay

star sign: Virgo

hogwarts house:  Ravenclaw

how long do I sleep? 7-8 hours

current time: 22:15

dogs or cats? Cats, but both are wonderful

blankets: absolute necessity in life

when I made my blog: ??? Somewhere between 7-9 years ago I’d say. Anyone know how to check this? :P

why I made my blog:  Well *back in the days*... I don’t even know anymore..

reason for my url: Obsessed with books. Worm.. Wyrm.. Dragon.. That’s what they meant all along.

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