#arash: -does anything-

[ardenssolis]

@darabeatha said (inbox):

Kisses the nape of his neck so very gently..... before quickly placing his hands over ozy's shoulders and LOUDLY exclaiming with a cheerfulness that even in early hours felt surprisingly contagious in a way; "good morning !!!" /Arash at ozy bc kiss day 😌

     HERE HAD OZYMANDIAS BEEN, minding his own business and lost in thought when a certain Archer had decided to approach. Normally he was still fairly alert even within the confines of Chaldea, but the other had a knack for catching him unawares at the most opportune times. He tensed upon the kiss to his neck, golden eyes quick to shift to see who would dare – that is until he saw the culprit in question and was quick to from potential aggravation to being no different from a tamed lion. It might have been the wee hours of the morning with half the place still asleep, but oh how instantly Arash’s bright demeanor further pushed Ozymandias to attention. ❝G-Good Morning, Arash. I see you awoke brimming with energy – as to be expected of you. Who better to greet the sun than one such as yourself?❞ Did he mean the actual sun as it arose, or did he mean himself? It wasn’t as if there would be any straight answer given whenever the Sun King so desired to be vague in his statements. That mattered little, however. Arash was never one to care about minor details, forever seeing to the heart of all matters.

     Maybe he could discern the meaning in those words…if there was any meaning, that is. Ozymandias’ lips curled into a soft and genuine smile, usual regal demeanor but a distant memory as all walls were dropped away with ease. ❝Did you rest well? I would hope so considering this greeting.❞ His hands reached out, coming to rest upon the other’s cheeks before he leaned in, nose gently brushing against theirs in the kind of affection so rarely granted to just anyone. Laughing gently, he rested his forehead upon Arash’s, smiling growing a tad wider before he pulled away. ❝I think you might have woken up the entirety of Chaldea, though.❞

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c1. 'The Pilgrimage'.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: I think, Tyler, The Creator.

abstract: this is Simon, this chapter is about the time Jude crashed a meeting and started talking about a book or some shit, no one really knows who she is or what she does for a living, she is annoying as hell. don't have anything more to add, honestly. bye.

A year later she appeared on the door of the briefing room. He almost didn't recognise her. First of all, she wasn't what he was expecting when Laswell said someone named 'Jude' was going to drop by cause they had 'something to say'. Fucking weird introduction as well… The captain already knew about Jude, apparently. Had they worked together before, he didn't know. She opened the door and the world stopped. Her eyes scanned the room, she was attentive. She looked smart. No one said a word. She looked exactly like she belonged in every room she had ever been in. She looked like fire. A dark fire, a smoky fire. She was dressed in black, she was stoic. Like someone who works in an office or a law firm. She stood as he remembered her, with her back straight. Between the eight men in the room, no one dared to speak. Yet, she was calm. 'Captain' she was the first to speak. Her voice was low. She had an accent. 'I think Laswell told you I was coming' she continued.

Her accent, where are you from? Southern England? Are you Australian? No, you're way too good looking. Definitely not American English, she sounded posh. She looked like she had just been on vacation in a sunny place. She looked like caramel. She blinked slowly, while the captain approached her, saying that they were in the middle of a briefing and she could wait in his office. No don't go just yet, he thought, I haven't finished. He watched as her lips gently curled into a smile. Not a good smile though, a 'poor man, you really are stupid' smile. She relaxed her shoulders and shifted her balance. She wore high boots. She was tall and slender, she was swallowing the room like a black hole. 'I don't think I made myself clear.' She said. The air was cold around them, like someone opened a window in the back to let in a cold, silent winter breeze. 'I think you want to ear about this now.' She finished. She was still smiling, she looked like reality was whatever she wanted it to be. The captain stood speechless but complied, made her have a seat in front of him. Now that she was sitting closer to him, he had access to more details. She had earrings, lots of them. She was right-handed. She had a tattoo on her left wrist. An arrow?

'I found out something that I believe you could use for your… ', she was trying to find the right word ' …investigation.' Her hair was long and shiny. How can you work in a world of cruelty and death and war? What is your business here? His colleague in the seat next to him glared in his direction, as to say, why is this stranger talking to our captain like she owns the building. At this point, did she own the building? And why is everyone calling you Jude… The captain stood captivated by the presence of the woman sitting in front to him, calm and collected.

'Yes, Laswell mentioned you recently had a session with Amir…' Price was trying to collect his papers on the desk, but she was faster. 'Arash, sir' she corrected him, leaning closer to the table. 'Arash Tehrani'. She slid a folder on the desk in the direction of the captain. A folder with his details? How did Jude have access to those. From where he was sitting, he could see the curve of her nose, and part of her rosy cheek. She looked European. Russian? Swedish? 'There we go, Tehrani. What's his deal?' asked Price crossing his arms on his chest. 'Well, we had a session on Monday, we normally do two sessions per week. He recently requested to see me only once every seven days', she started, but the captain interrupted her, with a look around the room. As he forgot there were 7 other soldiers in the room with them. 'Jude does therapy', he informed them, 'Military counsellor. It's a programme for soldiers who require some… some extra help. Professional help. Please go on.'

So that's what you are, a therapist. You're a psychologist, were you a psychologist when he gave you that ride to your house a year back? Why were you scared back then, why aren't you scared now? 'Yes’, she continued talking, 'we started to have one session only, I didn't think much of it, I thought it was a bit strange considering he really needs therapeutic help, and he knows it.' She paused for a second. She talked like she learned English as a second language by the choice of her vocabulary, she talked like an Harvard professor. Her eyelashes were long, painted with black makeup. She looked down for a second, lost in thought. 'He was stressed. Something was bothering him. He was fidgeting with a pillow in my office, he was stuttering.' She was talking with her hands a lot, making gestures. Her nails were very long, black and pointy. Her fingers were slender and bony. 'I asked him what was bothering him but he brushed off my question, and he usually doesn't do that, he takes therapy very seriously'. Everyone in the room was captivated by her little tale. 'I tried to get him to talk about his situation with his promotion, but that wasn't it. I tried to ask him about his night terrors but he wouldn't speak. He told me…', she reached for her bag, ' he told me he had found this book. To read it, that it would inspire me.' Her voice was solemn. She was worried, she was getting everyone on this little secret of hers. He saw some of his teammates approach the table to see the book. He stood up as well, and so did she. She wanted to remain in charge. She was still very short compared to the rest of the people in the room, yet she had an aura around her. Of power. Of knowledge. She let everyone get a good look of the cover before opening the first page.

''The Pilgrimage' is a fictional and religious novel about revolution and freedom.' All eyes were on her. 'It's about this young soldier who fights for his country, loses his family… betrays his friends…' she said that last part with particular distress. 'He begins his journey in the River Jordan, he says it's the first challenge of the journey… Then he goes all the way through the desert, walks some more and he prays and he ends up in the Persian Gulf. The whole story is basically about him walking and praying until he finds his truth' she concluded, having a look around the men's confused faces. She even looked at him for a second. Does she remember? Her face showed no emotion. 'What stood out to me is that you were recently there, in a town called Al-Jareena if I'm not mistaken.' She stated, the captain nodding. 'You were there to find and kill Mahdi Khorram. The dictator?' she said. Price was nodding, conscious that the recent mission didn't exactly go as planned. Ambushed. His eyes are fixated on the girl. She probably already knew this, since she knew so much. How did she know so much? 'You didn't find him. He got away because he knew you were coming. Am I correct?' She didn't wait for any of them to respond. I hate you, he thought. 'As if someone told him you were coming. You know,' she shifted her balance again on her high boots, she bent over the table to reach the book and open it, 'During his journey the young soldier meets many friends, it's a Little Prince kinda thing.' She quickly looked up to realise none of the present soldiers knew the Little Prince. She resumed, 'He meets friends, but always leaves them behind or kills them in the name of God. All of his friends have English names. All of them don't support his journey. He knows what he's supposed to do, he hears a calling. So you were in the exact same part of the world where the first part of this book is set.' The pieces of her puzzle started to take form into his head, and he could see his companions reacting to her words. 'Your mission goes to shit and you think there's a mole in your base, because all your attacks failed. My patient is just now changing his behaviour and letting me know he recently found this book that tells a tale about revolution and…' One of the men stopped her, 'Are you saying he could be the mole? That he is in contact with the troops in Al-Jareena and he's…' she stopped him again, regaining control of the room. 'He's protecting the leader of his country, yes.'

She was looking at Gaz. 'Yes I think he disagreed with your plan of execution, if you remember correctly he left the briefing room months back when the mission was announced. You told me some of your soldiers weren't happy with the attacks, you were talking about him.' They looked at the captain, she was referring to him. So they had worked together, they knew each other. He nodded. 'He's attached to his country and wanted to find a way to protect it. His family is there. I think he read the book and found the strength to go against the army. I did a little research on Arash…' she started speaking again, he was surprised she was still talking. How much did she know, why was she telling them this, why hadn't they figured it out before her?

He watched her take out of her bag another folder, put it on the desk and open it. By then, the group of soldiers were gathered around her. It was printed CCTV footage, what she had in the folder. 'Your first attack was October 5th. This is my patient on the day before, exiting the base to go to a doctors appointment. You know, the reason he's not deployed is because of a hand injury.' She moved the first picture to show the second and third. 'All the days before your failed attacks, Arash would exit and come back in the span of an hour. October 11th and 23rd. So I drove from here to the hospital, to check the timings' she raised her eyes for a second. Now that she was closer he could see them better, they were green. Light green. 'It doesn't add up, he couldn't have made it no matter how fast he was going. Even got reports back from the doctors, had to pretend I was his girlfriend', she let out an embarrassed chuckle, 'he was never there'. She finished. Price breathed out, a breath he was probably holding in from the moment she started talking. 'It's a pretty bad accusation you're making Jude'. He uncrossed his arms, keeping his gaze on the pictures.

'I know, captain. That's why I did some more research.' She was serious again. She was trying to prove her point. How much proof did she have? Christ, who is she? 'This is his bank statement, now,' she stopped briefly to make sure everyone was seeing the printed page in front of them. How the hell… 'I am not gonna share how I got this. I would like to direct your attention to the three amounts that I highlighted.' She did, in fact, highlight in yellow three recurring payments of 5.000 dollars to a foreign account. She pointed at the paper with her fingers, with her pointy nails. She was a witch. 'He has been transferring the same amounts every month since the mission was announced… When was it announced, do you remember?' she asked, but no one spoke. They did that thing when no one really knows the answer and no one will admit it. 'I'm gonna remind you, it was August 27. Guess when he made the first transfer.' She waited for them to have a look. It was August 28. 'He did it every month since, same day. Same bank account.'

'He's transferring his founds at home for his family or…?' The Scottish man to his left spoke and she finished his sentence, 'or for himself. Cause he's planning to go back and fight for his country.' She was done. It sure made sense, straight out of a movie. Jude had just turned around their mission, with her little earrings and shiny nails. Jude, the therapist. Why was she aware of all this stuff and not them? What the fuck was going on, it felt like the most surreal experience of his life. 'Thanks Jude, I'll make a call, would you mind waiting here a moment?' said the captain before quickly turning away.

She still looked calm. She gathered her things, the folders and the book and put them in her bag. He wanted to approach her and ask her about what had happened a year back. He could, if he wanted to. Make it look like he was asking about her findings. He was Lieutenant, he could ask her. He moved slightly close to her, checking his companions were chatting amongst each other before speaking. 'Do we know each other?' he said. She had to remember him, his mask at least. She looked up at him for a millisecond. It was enough. She had beautiful eyes, beautiful green big bright eyes. She looked at him and she looked like a fox. He could see her makeup on her cheeks he could see her hair brushing off her shoulders, the skin around her nose slightly red, like when you blow your nose too many times. 'We got drunk together in Ibiza and got matching tattoos, I'm surprised you don't remember.' She answered. What? Who the fuck are you, what are you doing here? What kind of answer is that, you can't speak to me like this. He stood silent next to her, she was finishing up packing her bag. She put a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked up again. It was his turn to say something. Should he say something funny? Was she expecting a joke? 'No seriously' he said, he spoke gently, like she was going to fly away if he raised his voice, 'I remember you. I gave you a ride to your house in June I think.' She smiled a little, but she wasn't looking at him anymore. 'Yeah, I know. I remember.' she said. 'What happened back then?' he continued, but his time ran out, the captain was done speaking on the phone. 'That's classified' she murmured. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised to find out she killed somebody. 'Alright Jude, thanks again ehh…' Price stared speaking, regaining the attention of the group. 'We're gonna keep an eye on Arash and try to find out more… Thanks again' She offered him a little smile and put her bag on her shoulder. Price was opening the door for her. She was gone just like that. A mirage.

'That was intense'.

notes: I did it, there you go chapter one!! so, what’s the deal with this bitch? what happened last year? i feel like a LOT of this fic is just Jude’s life and Ghost is a part of it. she has a lot going on all the time, she's cool as fuck and Ghost just manages to squeeze into her world. ideally, this is set before mwii, we will get to those events in about 30 chapters...a reminder, everything about this story is fictional! everything is invented, none of this is real. if a book named the pilgrimage with the same plot exists then it's a weird coincidence. let me know what you think!!

love, mare.

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[whateverfiction]

M & F.

Hitting it up with the small questions and the big answers, once again typing about the Cold War of black ops.

You should know who M & F are. Mason and Woods.

“Did Mason and Woods know about Bell?”

You catch my drift?

Interested? Go read. Today marks day one of ‘The Cold War Files.’ A series of blogs about the lore of BOCW.

Allow me you to take you back to 1968 for us to begin. So in 1968, there was fracture jaw. However, in the season one cinematic, we do see Adler interrogating Stitch, the knife and how Stitch pretty much lost his eye.

You see, when it zooms onto the picture of rebirth island, you can see the words ‘Operation Rebrith’ and the year 1968 on the picture.

On the wiki, it states that Adler took Stitch’s eye in an act of revenge for Weaver. So it wasn’t just to send a message to his boss.

Adler knew Weaver.

Why is this important? Well, we have to take a look at Mason first to further look at Adler.

Every black ops OG out there knows Weaver from black ops 1.

And while I’ve never played much call of duty and I am not an OG, I know Weaver was the voice asking the questions to Mason. He helped Mason out of brain washing and so did Hudson.

So, intially I thought that Mason and Woods were possibly fed different info as to who ‘Bell’ was because everyone on the team we know, knew about the brainwashed ‘Bell.’

There’s a lot of different info you could tell them as Adler. Adler is as much of an enigma as he is smart.

Such a topic might’ve been risky to let Mason or Woods know. Adler knowing Weaver opens up the possibility of knowledge that Mason was brainwashed.

Now you might think, yeah they didn’t know.

But there’s one hole in that logic.

Mason and Woods seen ‘Bell’ at the airfield which is the second mission you play on the game when trying to get Arash.

They would’ve recognised the masked face joining the team. That is, assuming ‘Bell’ still wore the mask upon joining.

Even if Bell was still wearing the mask and ended up ‘co-operative’ it still wouldn’t work and here’s why.

Adler talks to you as if he knows you. But it feels ‘distanced.’ A result of not letting your guard down.

So, I reckon ‘Bell’ might not of been wearing the mask since joining the team.

The whole Vietnam thing wouldn’t work as well if they recognised you from the airfield because how would that have worked, you wouldn’t be a ‘friend’ as such. So then they’d be keeping an eye too.

Everyone in the safehouse is wary of you throughout the whole game. The only people that seem not so suspicious of you is Woods and Mason if you watch or read all the dialogue. It’s not the same atmosphere. Woods after a moment of silence in one of the dialogues in the safehouse, chuckles with Mason and says that he’s just joking around. It’s like a ‘shoulda seen your face’ kind of thing. People don’t tend to poke fun so easily when things are tense and high alert. It’s a breath of fresh air when everyone else seems serious and wary of you. Something just feels different.

I wonder why Adler would’ve let you go with Woods alone that one mission called “red light, green light.” Woods was never going to ask anything if he did or didn’t know.

There’s many ways to go about this.

But both possibilities of them knowing or not knowing at all are high.

They don’t seem wary of you.

But if they didn’t know, would they have asked about the ‘live one’ from the airfield to see if there’s any info from them. Alder couldn’t say anything to suggest disposal of the first key crucial piece of evidence they’d found; being you. It wouldn’t sit right if the man who knew the most about Perseus just discarded the first real lead they got just like that.

Adler is a man on a mission, someone who does whatever it takes. He’d probably say that nothing is coming out of them. Someway somehow though, wouldn’t the question be raised again later?

Well by ‘Bell’ joining the team, there is new *stronger* lead. There’s no use for the previous one who gives nothing, is there? Bigger leads provide more. ‘Bell’ provides most because they have more personal ties to Perseus than Alder does.

Those months of ‘Bell’ and their mind being used as a tool gradually builds the brain of ‘Bell’ to trust Adler subconsciously. The subconscious is manipulated into feeling safe so they’ll actually give the info. It’s why the mission for Fracture Jaw is easy to give to Adler compared to when you’re out of the brainwashing and giving the whereabouts of Perseus. Your mind is now feeling something is wrong and is trying to fight it. It’s more evident if you choose not to listen, especially when the red doors start slamming down in front of you. You’re trying to ignore it but eventually you can no longer fight it, you see the answer of where Perseus is and then you get to tell the truth or lie. It’s like ‘Bell’ doesn’t want to know they answer so they cannot give it. But that’ll be explored more in another post.

But do Mason and Woods know that the masked person from the airfield and ‘Bell’ are the same person or the same lead?

It’s much too hard to truly put a finger on it. It’s highly possible that they did know. But they did know you were Russian or working for Perseus possibly. In the bad ending of the game, Woods will say “It’s him/her/them! They fuckin’ lied to us!”

They knew you’d told Adler where Perseus would be.

That doesn’t mean they knew you were brainwashed though, it could mean they were given a different story.

Adler asking “is this true, Bell”, says to me that everyone in the team knew you were working for Perseus initially before helping them. Had he told Woods and Mason everything and just left out the brainwashing is the most likely story. So it’s evident that even if he once knew you, you’d long been gone. That version of the story is the one Mason and Woods would’ve had if they didn’t know about the brainwashing.

Let’s narrow it down.

Woods and Mason simply knew and didn’t bat an eye because you weren’t one of their ‘own.’

Or……

Woods and Mason didn’t know because Adler left it out because he knew Mason was once brainwashed and it wouldn’t have been ideal to know that his own people were possibly no better than Russians. Mason was through hell, that we know. It wouldn’t have been a reassuring topic if he needed Mason’s mentality in good shape instead of possibly being reminded of the experience he’d been through.

Woods and Mason were the heavy hitters of the team and a duo. Them together is a combo.

So did they know?

It’s up to you.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Can I please have some sfw and nsfw headcannons for Siegfried and Arash thier both among my favorite servants.

Siegfried:

-I think about Siegfried in glasses all the time. I also think about that costume an unhealthy amount. I think about him and his s/o in matching glasses, and him exclaiming about their mutually increased 'intuition'. Also how his titties are just out. Sir put them away!!!

-Yes he would shield his s/o behind his back at the slightest hint of danger, his arms is out ushering them behind him. Also yes, he has faith that they will be looking out for his. He would also be prone to giving them piggybacks, you know, so they can keep his back safe.

-His s/o says they are cold. He disappears and comes back with a mountain of blankets. Please get under them, he will not allow them to freeze. Then when they say they are hot he's off to find water and ice.

Arash:

-Arash gives off vibes that if his s/o cooked him something that was absolutely awful he'd eat it. He'd smile and tell them it looked great, then hold up his plate for seconds. Does he feel ill later? Yes. But does he say a word? No.

-And on the other foot, he'd bring back a massive dead boar, and look so impressed he managed to hunt something so big. He is a provider. He wants them to lay the compliments on him for the successful hunt, he will brighten with each kind word.

-"I bet for a kiss I could make that shot from there." The there that he is pointing to is some rocky ass mountain that his s/o is worried how he's going to climb it. And the shot is a fallen apple on the ground far away. He'd do it. If it weren't for their worry wearing him in every time.

Siegfried:

-Siegfried wants to hear his s/o tell him what they want, and if they like what he's doing. And when they are moaning about wanting more, he is so quick to give.

-Big dick energy. I don't care I know it's big. He's cautious about it too, he'll be taking it slow, making sure his s/o adjusts to his size before doing anything.

-I just know his breath is hitching upon bottoming out and he is gripping the sheets like crazy, and murmuring about how tight they feel.

Arash:

-Arash also wants his s/o's praises. He wants to hear them, he'll be goading them on to tell him how much they want and need him. But they second they do he's folding, he will give them whatever they want.

-All it takes is one beer and he suddenly twice as handsy. If there are other people around he keeps it respectful, but if not his hands are on their ass or inching their way up their shirt. And he's talking about how beautiful he thinks they are the whole time.

-I just know his stamina is crazy, and his s/o will be exasperated. Like again? Already? And he'll give them a pleading look and as him to handle just one more for him.

[walder-138]

ITS ME AGAIN HELLO

So, I was thinking about your ocs and I had a few questions!

For Oz:

If he could do one thing differently in his life, what would it be?

Are there any regrets that he has, or is there something people would assume to be a regret but he doubles down that it isn't one?

For Annika:

I know that she ends up being chased by both sides of the war, but if she had to choose a side, which would it be? And what would convince her to rejoin the fight?

Where would she be if she had never been caught by Adler and brainwashed? Would she still be fighting alongside the Perseus faction?

When she was with the faction, who did she tolerate the most? Who did she tolerate the least?

Sorry for the multiple questions - I just had to ask!

Hey pookie bear no worries! I’ve been DYING for someone to ask me these questions 👀

For Oz:

1) Oz wouldn’t have gone into the Army. Simple as that. He had everything going for him; he was the star running back of his college sports team, WHICH HE GOT AN ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP TO BE IN. The reason he went in was because his little brother, Johnny was drafted. Oz was raised with Old Man Clancy’s intent to go into the Army, so he felt extremely guilty that his brother had to go, when Oz was ‘supposed’ to be the one.

He gave up everything for the Army. His long, lustrous hair, his future, his relationships, his autonomy, everything. And you wanna guess what he got? An addiction, c-PTSD, scars covering most of his body, and the privilege of going to 20 people’s funerals across the country in the span of two weeks. Oh yeah, they gave him jack fucking squat.

2) Everyone swears that Oz regrets staying in Jenny’s life, especially because of her disability. Yeah, he was a bastard with a pretty bad addiction and was a fucking Casanova, but he wasn’t just gonna abandon his kid like that.

However, he does regret having fun times with Gloria and therefore bringing Jenny into the world, especially since they’re all living in an armageddon. Oz regrets signing her up for a life of war and incertitude, but will never, EVER regret staying in her life.

For Annika:

1) If she absolutely had to, Annika’d join Adler again. Mean, she wouldn’t be thrilled about it by any means, and she doesn’t miss being a part of the group, but at least they wouldn’t torture her like Perseus would if they found her. Annika’s all about survival, or dying in the least painful way, so at least Adler would make it quick.

2) This one’s a doozy. On one hand, Annika cared about Perseus for a period of time (as they basically took her off the street and gave her a new life), but on the other, her and Arash had beef since she joined, to the point they literally wanted to kill each other.

I think she’d stay in Perseus, but after a few years they’d send her into a suicide mission. She’s a misanthrope with extremely violent tendencies, eventually that’d make her more of a liability.

But, Annika’s like a fucking cockroach. She’d still be alive. And we know how spiteful she can be. Girlie would snitch after they pulled that stunt.

3) Honestly? I think Annika would tolerate your OC, Keith the most. By absolutely no means would she like him (🤢), but he stays the fuck out of her way. Keith picked up on the whole misanthrope thing she got going on relatively quick, and decided “Dawg I am NOT going anywhere near that thing.” As long as he doesn’t talk to her, she doesn’t give two shits right or left about him, which is the most positive relationship somebody could have with Annika.

Fucking ARASH. They pissed each other the fuck off since Annika was 17. When he shot her, she was going on 23. Dude was beefing with a fucking teenager for three years. The only reason she didn’t stick his head in a wood chipper was because she’d get herself killed in turn.

It started when she was still in the process of learning English. Arash was going on and on about god knows what after a meeting. Talking a lot without actually saying anything.

“Stop speaking. You are headache.”

And they haven’t liked each other since.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: prompts

fgo

Ritsuka goes to Jeanne Alter for help in with make up application, and she’s all too ready to help her inexperienced master. Not that she’d show it.

smut, gudako getting dp'd by girlcocks pretty please

something fluffy between Hajime and Guda please! Just wanna see these two be happy is all

smut, Spartacus despite his everything is actually very caring in bed

Douman pulling progressively stupider ideas out of his ass to trick Kama and to his growing confusion they keep fucking working because fem!mc likes being flirted with autistic-style feel free to decide if you wanna write f/f or f/f/m just make them as pathetic as possible okay

After being forced into being a prince, and then being shafted (poor choice by Eli, but I digress) our favourite old man Prince Li Shuwen is all alone.... I think he deserves some love from a princess (or Prince, if you want) of some kind. He deserves it after all his hard work! (how did he even get his hands on the tiny outfit for the pumpkin?)

Medb slips into girl Ritsuka’s bed at 1 am for some cuddles, only to find her archnemesis Ushiwakamaru already cuddling the Master. Well, you know what they say: the more the merrier!

Nightingale and Agravain are forced to learn to respect women

More and more new Servants are answering Chaldea's summons because word has spread in the Throne of Heroes by heroes, villains, and even counter guardians that being summoned to Chaldea is basically the best possible outcome.

noncon, Gudao rapes Elizabeth. She cries.

smut, It’s Halloween time! Gudao celebrates by having an orgy with all the Elizabeth variants. It’s what they deserve.

We can have Aesc or Morgan carrying Habetrot in her shoulder as if she were a Pikachu.

smut, Mordred is probably the only one who puts up with Kama's depraved and perverted requests. Be it licking the goddess' sweaty armpits or giving her a rimjob before plowing her ass, the knight is willing to full whatever she demands.

smut, Morgans love for Britain gets her rewarded in the best way possible, she gets fucked by the literal concept of Britain itself.

smut, alright, so, that osakabehime/ritsuka somno fill most definitely awakened something in me. setting that aside, could we get another scenario with that same prompt with another ritsuka/female pairing? my only other request is to make it just as consensual and fluffy as that one was. many thanks in advance

anything with Berserker Vlad... go wild. can be as spicy or as wholesome as y'all want. 🙏🏼

That last prompt made me realize Ozy prompts are super low which is criminal. So to add: Guda promised Ozy they would never summon his wife Nefertari as Ozy does not want her risking her life. So when she randomly pops out one late night it's their job to hide them before the Pharoah realizes. Shenanigans ensue

Ozymandias invites Arash over for the night. While everyone, even Arash, thinks this is a booty call, Ozy actually thought it was about time to tell his bestie about his wife and brother.

Ok, so I wasn't able to find ANYWHERE a fic between Gudako and Ushi, and this is my opportunity to change that! I would love for it to be kind of warm and cute, but if you want to take it into smut territory too, hey I am here for it! The thing I really want to ask for though, is Ushi headpatting Ritsuka. The girl is probably like 10 cm taller than her Master, she should be the one delivering the pats!

any

anything sneeze kink related please... i dont even care who its with

smut, any of the old man Servants getting pegged. they deserve only the best

smut, One of the servant streamers gets fucked live on stream

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

Besides Arjuna who do you think is the best Archer?

-anujra (mirror dimension arjuna)

Ok stupidness aside I think arash is 100% up there as a viable contender. The arrow he shot literally traveled for days before landing and also ended a war with no bloodshed so he’s at least worth being considered l.

While rama isn’t given an archer class in fate bc of (insert lore) and for my own sanity I don’t really want to include every other guy who could class as an archer I feel like not including a god known for his sheer skill in archery would be remiss. In all honesty, he would probably be better than arjuna if he was allowed to be an archer.

Durga is one of those ones where her being classed as an archer isn’t really my first pick for her but also saying she wouldn’t be at least as good as/better in archery than arjuna would also be kind of ridiculous, so I’d also say she’s a possible choice? That being said, most of her more notable stories where she defeats enemies typically involve some kind of spear so if you wanted to say she was more focused on that I wouldn’t disagree either.

If Artemis was more artemisy she would easily be up there as she was a goddess of hunting known for her skill with the bow, but fgo doesn’t really focus on that as much with orion having more of the archery skill. I actually read something the other day that suggested her fgo version was conflated more with Selene which tbh did track with me given her situation

If altera was more atilla like she COULD be a contender bc the Huns were known for their skill in mounted archery but as it is she hasn’t really shown anything to indicate that’s something she’s good at. I don’t really count the candy cane sheep thing.

Tametomo is also decently strong, I think sinking a ship with a bow is a pretty cool feat. I wouldn’t really put it on the same level as arjuna’s own skills (looking at you FATE GRAND ORDER) but he definitely was talented and powerful

Bhima and karna were also both very good archers! I don’t know if they were on the level of arjuna but they both could easily class as one and dominate some of the other archers. Ashwatthama was also very good but by his own admission in the Mahabharata he didn’t think he was on the same level as arjuna.

Kama would be another one who would be very good at archery, although her ability is less ‘martial prowess’ and more ‘does it a lot as it’s her job’ so that may effect things

None of this matters tho bc sei shonagon clears 😤😤😤

[soulgathered-archived]

❝Hey, Nitocris!❞ Arash waved, making his way over to her with a large grin upon his lips. He often had a smile in place, but this time different. It was wider and brighter than usual, if such were possible. ❝You did really good on stage! I never knew you were idol material.❞ But, then again, he did believe that she could do anything she set her mind to if that pharaonic confidence flared to life. Still, he had been pretty surprised when he heard that she was competing. Nitocris was honestly the last person he thought to see beneath stage lights and bright effects. ❝You’ll have to give me your autograph so I can keep it in my room.❞ He was teasing, but he could have also been serious. It was hard to tell when it came to Arash sometimes. ( arash @ nito )

her ears immediately greet the archer with a happy flutter, a hand raised to her chest she proclaims with her usual voice "of course I am idol material ! what is a pharaoh if not an idol - how insolent of you to forget that and that I have sung for you in the past." the last part is said with a little sheepish smile.

it's always been easier for her to show more of her personality around arash. even if he had a penchant for saying the most embarrassing things out of the blue !

"an... an autograph?" oh is that why she was supposed to carry around a pen and some pretty cards? "of--- of course ! a stamp of approval that I accept you being my fan" ...does any pharaoh know how to take compliments the normal way? probably not. "how should I sign..." it's more of a mumble to herself as she fumbles around with the card. "ah! I know"

'for my very first friend, for chaldea's shooting star with the warmest hands, arash - your nitiqreti'

unprompted asks ( always accepting ) // @guhamun .

[guhamun]

multimuse combination meme; accepting || @paramythas

⭐ as many as u like tbh-

Percival and Arturia: I think that he would be one of the knights that Larturia most definitely trusts because the weird shenanigans F.GO pulled for whatever weird lulz they did for that one event is something that he wouldn't have partaken in or agreed with. If she ever did or said something wrong, he wouldn't hold his tongue to it. Percival would say something, I think, going by him turning away from the Lion King in that one Singularity as he knew his king would never give half the orders they did. Which is something she very much needs.

Percival and Rie: I just find them really cozy idk! He would be curious of Rie's thoughts as Rie and not as a Master and would even ask as such depending on the circumstances. "What would you as Rie do?" not, "What would you, as humanity's final Master, do?" However, it would probably also take him 3000 yrs to stop being so polite to her each time they talk but he'd get there...little by little.

Jianyu and Bronya: There is just something altogether amusing about Bronya trying to get him to 'lighten up' a bit, which he in turn would do to make things more comfortable for her sometimes, depending on what it is. He doesn't know anything about her save that she's his charge, however, I do think he would figure out that she is someone important based on how she speaks and acts. You don't go from being an authority to being so normal Jane Doe out there and not carry that with you.

Jianyu and Eula: They have met a few times before, spoke here and there, and he respects her as a fellow warrior. Occasionally lends a hand with clearing out monsters or troublemakers that get too close to any passes, primarily due to being paid to do so by the merchants who hire him as a personal guard.

Jianyu and Blade: Listen...that skill with the blade would certainly have his attention. Probably crossed swords a few times, but both go their separate ways in the end. 10/10 he would enjoy those clashes since he doesn't have to hold back and can go all out.

Arash and Rie: Probably acts a little silly with Rie, but that's because she's a silly enabler. He'd really care about her as a Master because he knows that she cares about everyone beyond them just being tools to be used. He'd remember her a little from when they first met in the Singularity -- not much -- just a little bit in a way that feels like deja vu.

Arash and Arturia: LISTEN. LISTEN... I think they'd hit it off really good! Arash's skill being compared to that of Tristian of all individuals is pretty damn noteworthy, and then the fact that he's very honest and speaks his mind / doesn't really hold back what he says is good for her too I think. She needs people to be honest and not say things she wants to hear as that was one of the faults of the knights.

Tomoe and Arturia: Let them be friends... I want them to talk about all kinds of things and just be so chill with one another.

Tomoe and Rie: PLAY GAMES WITH HER RIE.

Neuvi and Broyna: I'm playing with the idea of them meeting either on Belobog or when Bronya has become one of the Nameless, but either way, he would be intrigued by the destruction of a stellaron as he didn't think such a thing could be possible considering the destructive capabilities of such.

Neuvi and Amandine: That half human and half allogene has me like 👀 -tents my fingers- so I am very interested in an interaction between these two! I think he'd sense that she's 'off' and then be curious from there.

[ardenssolis]

@tenkoseiensei said (inbox):

' i can't ... make anyone love me. ' covering his face and submerging into himself, would seething and razing have been better? gnashing his teeth, lashing out at the other, aiming for ozymandias's throat and shrieking with glee did he manage to tear those precious veins out and claim a cruel superiority, these childish, villainous thoughts tempt and haunt him, no matter for how briefly. of course, he rejects them: despite ozymandias's arrogance, as well as misunderstandings. ' i'm not jealous of you for your body. it's not your intelligence, it's not the way you speak, or your wealth, or your power, it's ... ' the opposite of himself. a fullness and audience that, on occasion, could make every ache feel even worse. beyond the harsh light of the sun, its warmth and its love, the wash of praise the world always kept for it. beyond yan qing's own doppelganger dreams and lies. ' i'm jealous that anyone can like you at all. i know there's even a responsibility to being admired. i know i'd probably fail at it. but i still really, really ... ' starved, with a mouth too small for all of its desires; hungry ghost. he futilely clutches and grasps at the gaping hole that's opened up inside of himself. plainly: it agonized and hurt. ' i'm serious, yeye. i thought admitting it might help something, but i feel like i'm going to fall apart. i'm going crazy. ' figure too subtly shifting, fighting against every phantom spirit instinct to transform and hide himself, the only thing he can do is stand, grit his teeth, and try to bear the inhumanly unbearable while hiding an agonized face. ' i don't know what to do with these feelings. i don't want to give up, but staring into my own hand, hearing my own voice, there's nothing and no one more that i want to kill. '

     ❝OF COURSE YOU CANNOT. Someone either loves you, or they do not. That is merely the way of it.❞ He paused for a moment, quiet as he examined Yan Qing – observing him with unspoken concern. What thoughts did they have now? It was times like this that he wished he held the ability to discern the thoughts and feelings of others like Arash. If he could do that, he could properly understand what floated about in the Assassin’s thoughts and tailor his words accordingly. Was this…envy that they spoke of? They were truly envious of him rather than speaking mere jest, but he had known this. It wasn’t as if Yan Qing had been subtle or quiet about how he felt over the months, years, that they had known one another. They were always hungry for something, and yet no matter how much they fed whatever that hunger was, they would never truly be satisfied. Even so, it was human nature to constantly want something. How rare was it to find someone who was wholly, thoroughly, satisfied?

     What did you say to someone so close to the edge of a knife? A misstep in words could have Yan Qing instantly plunging off of it, and thus, the Sun King did not answer outright. He merely sat still, his observations continuing and his gaze unreadable. Against the onslaught of emotion he was akin to the rocks by the sea. It was not until Yan Qing had completely finished that he opted to say anything at all. ❝Those feelings are not abnormal. To be envious of someone…to wish that you were them, or that you had things that they had – there is nothing about that to be condemned. Even the gods feel this most profoundly, after all.❞ Regardless of it all, Ozymandias was pleased that they still deemed to tell him things like this. They wanted to hide, he knew that much. Yan Qing always wanted to hide and blend in with the shadows rather than deal with their own tumultuous emotions. Rather than lash out with fists as they might have, this was a marked improved.

     Small, or otherwise.

     ❝With that said, no one ever said admitting your darker emotions would make you feel better. For some it does, and for some, it does not. The only thing I can say is to not it consume you.❞ He knew that was easier said than done, but what else was he supposed to say? All the world’s answers were not at his fingertips. He might have lived a full life, yet that did not mean he did not make foolish choices or say things that would not be rightfully challenged. ❝You are made of so much, Yan Qing. Your emotions are sometimes like a quiet winter night, and then at times like this, a torrential wave. It makes you so…human.❞ Human in ways that he would never wholly be, certainly. If anything, Yan Qing’s fierce humanity was nearly grounding for one who held themselves above all others. ❝There is no easy answer for me to give you to make you feel better. When it comes to moments like this one, it is you who has to find it for yourself, and that means having to stumble.❞  

[acecasinova]

Arash: 04, 11, 15

Ardezo: 06, 14, 19

Edelweiss: 02, 08, 16

Ellitdor: 00, 05, 18

Galvus: 01, 12, 17, 20

Hasr'Thal: 09, 10, 21

Lazarus: 03, 07, 13

Arash: 04, 11, 15 the emperor: How much respect does your muse have for authority? Why is this? I think he has.... a BIT of respect for authority. He'll defer when doing otherwise will probably cost him his hide, like when he accidentally got pulled into Sincerity's meeting with Asmodeous, or when the Bright Queen sent someone to find out if he had committed treason (not on purpose). But he also uuuuhhhhh.... touches a lot of things people tell him not to, was TRYING to hit on the Traveler, started a heretical cult that preached that maybe the Bright Queen shouldn't be the ONLY voice of the Luxon, and sort of definitely thinks he's a gift from the Luxon itself (and like he's not EXACTLY wrong since we found out he's sort of just straight up a Beacon and consecuted souls that are near him actually get pulled IN and get reborn...) He's mostly just incredibly flippant about EVERYTHING and if he doesn't take himself seriously, why would he take authority seriously?

justice: Does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations? No but it depends? He sort of seems to shut down in particularly emotional situations, because he knows humor isn't appropriate, but that's what he defaults to and if it won't help, he just gets withdrawn. He's very impulsive in high stress situations but if it's heavy and sad he's more at a loss, and even when someone he was interested in died, he was at a loss. (He HAS healing magic, but it's limited and he can't actively or purposefully resurrect anyone)

the devil: Is your muse addicted to any substances? Is there anything that could possibly make them quit? Surprisingly, he isn't! He's definitely dabbled in party drugs, alcohol, weird magics, etc, but he's actually fairly careful about limits, and even if he leaned into it more, he kinda stopped cold turkey when he left home and landed in a breakneck speed adventure, was comatose in the Shadowfell for a while after channeling hundreds of souls at once (whoops), then found out his cousin's whole family had been kidnapped. REALLY makes it hard to go figure out how to source some fun, you know?

Ardezo: 06, 14, 19 the lovers: How important are relationships to your muse? Do they value having a significant other? Not... suuuuuper important? He's probably had some flings or little casual friends with benefits, but he's not really focused on finding a significant other at the moment. Before, it was because he's obviously undesirable as someone with weak dragon blood- he's only HALF covered in scales and you can see fleshy bits!

temperance: Does your muse make plans? How impulsive are they? Has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? ....Well considering he's currently barricaded inside a temple that's only recently had one of the fires keeping them inside extinguished, and THAT happened because he decided he needed to travel halfway across Faerun to join a sect of the cult of the dragons that his siblings AREN'T already involved in... I'd say he does SOME planning. Is it good planning? No, probably not. But he HAS been sitting on this one and letting the grudge build for at LEAST five years now, so I wouldn't say ALL his plans are impulsive. (This situation is VERY out of the ordinary for Ardezo- he really prefers to be sneaky and not be out in the open or directly involved, but what can you do, eh?)

the sun: In general, how optimistic is your muse? Does your muse appreciate the small things in life? Fairly optimistic, actually! He grew up being prepared to be an assassin, and ended up serving a temple to both death and undeath, so you learn to appreciate the small things and savor them as they come. Never know when Null might take you! And in addition to being surrounded by death and dying dragons, he also went through two Rages in his more formative years. But he rather strongly believes that he's on the right divine side and tends to think on the bright side (which probably puts him at odds with most shadow dragon ilk, but that's never really bothered him much) he knows things can go wrong and FAST so when they don't, he's pleasantly surprised!

Edelweiss: 02, 08, 16 the high priestess: How does your muse make decisions? Do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart/their logic? Instinct! Then heart, then logic. For all his ice themes, Edelweiss is a very emotion and impulse driven being, though that could also be the fey blood influencing him all the same. He's more calculating in social situations, but as soon as it isn't a job, he's completely unmoored from trying to be "logical"

strength: How does your muse use their energy? Do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts? Definitely in bursts- he's very impulsive and it comes across heavy in his actions and motions towards goals. Heck- he saw a guy he liked and immediately set about trying to flirt with the subtlety of an iceberg,,,,,

the tower: What event drastically changed your muse’s life? Do they resent that event or are they glad of it? Well his 13th birthday kicked off his ostracization by the community and foray into magic.... He does resent it for the grief and guilt it caused, but I think he's a bit more at peace with it now.

Ellitdor: 00, 05, 18 the fool: What are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings? Does it frighten them or excite them? A bit of both, but probably a bit more fear at this point, given what's happened so recently.... He WANTS a new start and he WANTS it to work but he's so so so sheltered and his practical skills outside his parents estates are.... almost non-existent.

the hierophant: What are your muse’s morals/ethics? Do they follow their moral code strictly? He believes in following the rules- they're there for a reason and are a good guideline for the expectations a place has, which are helpful for knowing what you can and can't do, or what's acceptable- a thing he desperately needs at this point. Ellitdor has an impulsive streak, though, and he believes that everyone is worthy of respect and being treated fairly, so if there are rules that seem cruel or purposefully unfair, he's less likely to acknowledge them. His moral code is definitely still a work in progress- there's not much testing of it when you've lived in a gilded cage at home all your life, but the party has already butted heads about Elli sticking to his morals and wanting to do the more "lawful" thing, so he's far from spineless about it.

the moon: What does your muse long for? Is it a realistic desire? To anyone else, it likely would be a realistic desire, but Ellitdor is a noble sun elf from a rather notable family, and as such, there are certain rules and expectations he must follow, and that.... makes his desire a lot more out of reach than it otherwise might be. Is his loyal knight by his side forever such an impossible thought?

Galvus: 01, 12, 17, 20 the magician: How does your muse feel about fate? Do they believe they can change their own destiny? He believes in Fate rather strongly. The fabric of fate has held together for so long, and his Matron, Queen of Ravens, is rather keenly aligned with it. He thinks it can be warped, or in certain cases, perhaps changed, but he's quite content with his own. Galvus has lived his whole life serving those who ran the course of their lives, and recently has started perhaps exerting some sway over it, but he defers always to the Raven Queen for the final say, and he doesn't shy away from his calling.

the hanged man: How open is your muse to new opportunities? Do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way? Galvus is fairly passively open to opportunities. He doesn't go seeking them, but he'll accept what comes with an open, curious mind and hey! Dude finally discovered that he might like men, so that's a new and exciting development!

the star: What does your muse take inner comfort in knowing? What guides your muse? He takes comfort in knowing that he, as an aasimar and a shadar kai, has a fate set out for him. He's comforted by the fact that everyone and everything ends, and he can be there for those who are at the end of their lives, or those they leave behind. He's studied death in all its forms, and his faith in that one consistency and his part in it guides a lot of what he does as a grave keeper and a grave cleric.

judgement: Is your muse forgiving of themselves? How about of others who wrong them? Depends on what's been done, quite frankly. I think he lets a lot of small things go like water off feathers, but if you trespass against the sanctity of life and death, you've got the divine wrath of a scourge aasimar coming down on you. He's not above second chances, though, or letting people learn (if you f-ck around, he'll let you find out), but he's less forgiving if you start proving you won't learn. (Then he gets a little bit snappy and harsher)

Hasr'Thal: 09, 10, 21 the hermit: How introspective is your muse? How often do they self-reflect? ...He DEFINITELY gets lost in his own head, but it's less.... self inspection and more just keeping his plans and his ideas tactfully to himself. (Bad idea, probably) Hasr'Thal could really do with some self reflection, but with no one to actually hold up a mirror and say "Dude- you good?", he's not gunna go there on his own. (He's a young drow who has NOT done as much deconstruction as he probably should have)

the wheel of fortune: How well/badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals? ....Well I would say he doesn't take set backs too bad, but when his sisters kidnapped him, he DID sort of sell his soul a second (third?) time to an eldritch Void beyond comprehension so. He tries to have contingency plans for EVERYTHING, but a big setback WILL piss him off and he might try to rashly overcorrect. Hasr'thal tends to be a nag when it comes to set backs within the party and when THEY don't stick to a goal, though, lmao- to the extent that he sought out a way to speak through his familiar, Mesmer, so that he could chastise the others when she accompanies them in more split scenes lol

the world: Is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish? What will they do when they complete that goal? Everything he's done since fleeing the Underdark has been to kill Zahana, the goddess of Darkness who leads the cult he grew up in. He WILL end the cycle of violence with one incredible act of violence- he WILL cut off the snake's head and cauterize its neck. (He may be just as deep in the cycle as any of them. His main motif might be the ouroboros and bloodstone). Hasr'Thal is fully prepared to die or go completely mad and become a bbeg himself in order to accomplish this, and the fact that spells below 6th level don't even affect Zahana is actually one of the setbacks that's pissed him off the most, as a lvl 15 warlock....

Lazarus: 03, 07, 13 (Previously answered) the empress: Does your muse have parental/nurturing figures in their life? How do they impact them?

He does~ Eurydice, our party paladin, sort of decided she was going to be this scrungy vampire's mother, even if that just meant leaving clothes and blankets out by her orphanage's barn until he got comfortable enough to show his face without hissing (And legally, as far as Valaki is concerned, she adopted him even if Strahd forced her hand and made her sign over custody for a year recently) She's sort of been where Laz off-loads moral choices to and kind of enables him because she used to be feral too, but hey, she HAS managed to make him bathe SOMETIMES and actually domesticated him enough that he'll TALK to other people, even if he was her glorified undead shadow when the party first met them both... ....She also frequently scruffs him if he says something TOO off color and knows how he ticks, so she can generally get him to listen or do what she needs him to do

(Esmeralda is more of an aunt than a parental figure, and while uuuuuh Kindness DEMANDS that Laz is her... son/dog thing, she's sort of the culmination of the WORST aspects of what a 'mother' might be and while she does garner some obedience when she shows up, it's mostly fear based and everyone hates to see it)

[guhamun]

❝AHAHA, YOU GET USED to it after a while. I still have people praising my name over and over again. It’s even worse when a king does it. Makes you want to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich.❞ It was even worse when people admired you. Arash was far too humble for all that attention, and though he laughed and played things off, he really did feel like combusting on spot just to escape all the attention. It was for that reason that he understood where Kotaro was coming from. It was hard being famous…even more so when you didn’t aim for fame to begin with. As soon as he was given the greenlight to talk about stories from his village, he leaned back upon his hands, glancing off into the distance once more. ❝There was one that children really loved – myself included, that was used to make us be more mindful of strangers. It went like this…❞ Taking a deep breath, he began the tale, trying to state it exactly as he could recall from those far, far away days.

      ❝Once upon time, there was a goat who had four children. She told them that she was going off to bring them grass and so they needed to sit quietly. If the wolf should come and knock, don’t open the door for him under any circumstances. Even if he says, ‘I am your mother,’ simply reply like this: ‘Put your hand on the crack of the door.’ If the hand is black, don’t open the door. That is definitely not me. But if you see a red hand, you’ll know that I am back again and all is well.’ A simple enough warning for children…however…❞ Arash sighed, shaking his head. ❝The wolf happened to be listening, and in his cunning, he died his hand red with nearby poppies – pleased with quick wit and the foolishness of that mother goat for not checking to see if no one else was listening. Thus, he came to the door and gave a firm knock.

     ‘Who is it?’ the children called out.

     ‘Open the door, dears. I’ve brought grass for you to eat.’

     Of course, me and you both know that it’s the wolf, but the children on the other hand, were a bit confused. Did their mother come back that quickly? Surely it often took her a bit of time to bring grass back. They weren’t so foolish as to fall for that statement without questioning it.❞ There was something altogether fun about repeating this old tale. It made him feel like a kid again, almost. Just almost.

     ❝‘Show us your hand!’

     The wolf hesitated, but he had nothing to worry about. After all, he dyed his hand. Slipping it the crack, the children saw red just like their mother had told them, and so they opened the door. Alas, it was a trick, and just like that, the wolf snatched all the kids up and ran away with them in tow. However, the wolf didn’t know that one of the children had been suspicious and hid. It was this very child that had told his mother about what happened when she returned. Heh, the wolf soon came to find out that mother was not to be trifled with. Because she went right up to his house and stated that she wanted to fight him for her children. In normal circumstances, a fight between a strong wolf and a goat would naturally end in defeat for the latter…but the mother was cunning, far more than the wolf. She stated that she wanted to fight him by the nearby stream, if only because they could both hydrate before their battle. She didn’t drink anything and pretended, but the wolf had a giant mouthful and then some. So, she told him to jump across the stream with her so they could fight on the other side…but the wolf was too heavy from the water he had ingested.

     He fell into the water, leaving himself wide open, and it was in that instant that the mother goat stabbed him right in the stomach and tore him open. The children were saved, and the wicked wolf paid his due. The end. Did you like it? We always had a lot fun hearing that one.❞

✦ ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ When his reputation doesn't reach others' ears he wonders there, he still hasn't gotten used to surprised/shocked expressions when they met him and his legend there at this point. Even though he was quite young that didn't interfere with his abilities as the Fifth Fuuma who leads the clan there as those within the clan personally know how fearful he can be when he gets serious. ❝That's correct... and I have heard, it's still hard getting used to people coming up to me and admiring me for that, honestly.❞

Oddly enough though, the shinobi can just pinpoint the sort of presence the Archer gives him- a calming yet gentle hue of green and blue but at the same time bright like the sun. It's likely why a small smile graced his lips with a chuckle in return to that playful gesture there from the other.

❝Then please feel free to share them, can't say I recall any from my own since I hardly had the time to recall them back then.❞

[hopemerged]

@ardenssolis​​

[akurrami]

A fate ask blog that's active must be my lucky day!! Anywho May I request how Mori, Astolfo and Arash would comfort a female master after she has nightmares. I imagine seeing servants deaths and other horrible things from her servants memories in her dreams must rattle her.

Mori AND Astolfo in the same request? My dear you had my curiosity, now you have my attention. Oh yeah, and Arash too.

But I totally agree, being a Master must do a big number on your mental state, I wouldn't be surprised if Ritsuka in canon has nightmares, if not even PTSD from all the things they've seen.

Pairing: (seperate) Mori Nagayoshi x fem! Reader, Arash x Fem! Reader, Astolfo x fem! Reader

TWs: Mentions of death and/or blood.

Paladin Astolfo

Immediately jumps to comforting you.

Given his ability to get along with others, he knows what makes you click, so he tries to first calm down your breathing.

Hugs. So many hugs.

Lets you play with his hair if it's something that would help you.

You woke up covered in cold sweat and with teary eyes, alongside a shriek of terror you just barely managed to quiet down to not wake up everyone in Chaldea.

Though, Astolfo did wake up, and almost like by a switch, he sprang into action. He hugged you tightly, but with care and tenderness.

"Master? Did you have a nightmare?"

You gave him a nod, your lungs and mind refusing to calm down.

"If you'd like to talk about it, I'm all ears.."

He said, his tone gentle and calm. So you do so, you tell him about the horrid nightmares of seeing all the dead bodies, be it servant or normal human, and amidst it all beings that defy human logic, straight up demons. And your shoes - soaked with blood other than yours.

Only Gods know how you didn't lose your marbles yet. And he can't express how much he respects and loves you for your bravery to keep pushing on for Humanity's sake.

And you powerlessly watching the mountain of corpses amd gore you are forced to take part in, to save the proper human history.

"I may not be the smartest out there, master, but I assure you, that's a word of a Paladin of Charlemagne, you'll never have to deal with that stress alone. I am always at your disposal, be it day or night."

After calming you down, he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. He totally refuses to let you go now. He'll hold you close to his chest, and wait for you to fall back asleep to the rythmic sound of his heartbeat, this time without Nightmares to plague you, he hopes.

Mori Nagayoshi

The Oni Musashi can be a softie, especially for you, His Liege, his Master, His partner.

While he does like to fight himself, he understands that battle can take a heavy toll.

Prepares tea for you, without any asking for your opinion.

After a bit he brings you a fresh cup of green tea. To help you clear your mind.

If you ask him for it, absolutely will hug you, and given his stature and build, you're guaranteed to feel safe. This man is basically a walking fortress!

You are his Liege, and I said that as a Samurai it's his duty to serve you as well as he can.

Your turning and heavy breathing were what woke Nagayoshi up. At first his instinct thought it's an assassination attempt, and before he reached for his spear he saw no Assassin, just you turning because of a nightmare. He's pretty new to romance, the Sengoku period didn't give him much time for that in his life, but he does his best.

He tried to wrap his arms around you, but he assumed he squeezed a tad too tight, as the next thing he knows, you woke up screaming and catching your breath at the same time.

If you didn't tell him to stop, he might just have been apologizing the whole night.

He rubbed his hand accross his red hair, confused what to do next. You're awake, nightmare over, right?

"N-naga?"

"Yes, Master!"

You didn't even say anything.

"Can you.. Can you hug me?"

That's where he remembered - Tea! Green tea calms down the mind! He rushed off, and after few minutes gave you a cup of tea, in his favorite ornamental tea set. And embraced you, your back touching his chest.

"Anything else, Master? I heard tales, or.. stories, rather. From other soldiers. The battlefield left them with Nighrmares. Is that the case?"

You gave a weak nod. With his encouragement you described what you see. Who - You see. The Major cause someone like you has to shoulder the burden of saving Humanity as we know it.

Your story of Lev Lainur's betrayal makes his blood boil. He hates betrayal above all else, and hearing of this and the pain it caused you - He can't stand it.

"But... With you like this, Nagayoshi, It feels like it's all gonna be Ok. I can trust you, right?"

"Of course!!!"

"So.. Could I fall asleep like this? With you hugging me?"

He smiles faintly, but geniuenely.

"It'd be my Honor."

He rests his chin on your head, and as that - The Oni Musashi, the warrior who dyed his armor and pants red with blood, known for his unstoppable rage - Calmly asleep serving a Liege he loves above anyone else.

Arash Kamangir

Arash is pretty basic I think, as far as being a partner goes.

Not that he's a bad one - Not at all

It's just that he strikes me as the "Caring Boyfriend (TM)" type.

He'll hug you and whisper positive affirmations

But in his usual manner, no matter how close you might be, he does everything he can to avoid saying something upsetting or rude. So his affirmations can be pretty hit or miss.

To a point where they can be sometimes funny.

It was about 20 minutes by now since Arash started trying to help you calm down.

So, he got an idea, He heard among the Chaldea staff, that a meteor shower might be happening tonight. So he offered a small walk outside.

Little did he know, he chose the perfect opportunity. Right as you stepped out, you could see streaks of blue light shooting accross the night sky, to a destination in cosmos known only to fate itself.

He watched with a smile as the worries of your nightmare, and the death surrounding you on every step washes away, if even for but a moment.

"Master! Quickly, make a wish!"

He said, excitedly, a serious hero he might be, but he does know when to let go and just have fun.

After only a bit of silence did Arash actually notice you weren't alone, a red coated Archer, accompanied by a blonde Saber with blue robes also were watching the dashing lights. But they minded their own business, and so did He.

"Thank you Arash, that... That helped a lot."

You exclaimed, with a reliefed sigh.

"I'm always at your service, Master. Oh! What did you wish for? I can tell you mine to make it even-"

You covered your lips with your index finger to symbolise silence.

"I can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true... right?"

And as such, much like the ultimate destination of meteors - The wish of the Master of Chaldea, shall remain theirs to know, but perhaps a little less afraid of whatever battles might await.

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Sorry it took so long!

The part with Arash was lowkey inspired by my backyard window and living in an area with relatively low Light Pollution! So I can stargaze a bit before sleeping. It's a very calming experience for me.

Best wishes,

Rami.

[novelelitist]

Can I request some separate headcanons for Yan Qing and Robin who have a female master, master can't sleep and wants a midnight snack so they take her out and break into like an ice cream shop or a cafe or a boba tea shop, you get the idea. And help themselves (aka steal) to a late night treat with their beloved master

It's hot as fuckin' shit. 90° F and it ends up that warm inside my grandmother's house. I survive on ice cream and ice packs. 

Master is having the worst time sleeping on a sweaty summer night. They're uncomfortably toasty and have a mighty need for sustenance. Yan Qing and Robin Hood come to the rescue. (Separately.)

This was available July 6th on Patreon.

Yan Qing

When Master asks Yan Qing for boba, he stops pacing mid-step. He turns to look at them. A look of confusion stretches across his face. There’s almost something comical about his apparent distress. 

He dramatically recalls a recent game of paintball he played with Billy the Kid and Arash. They went for a snack afterwards. Upon hearing a young woman order "boba," Billy hooked his arms around both men's shoulders and asked if they wanted "boba these nuts." Arash asked what this meant. Yan Qing pretended he didn't know. Billy was mortified.

Yan Qing has a vague idea of what boba tea is. It's far after his time, but he does like when cultural artifacts from his home gain popularity. It gives him a sense of nostalgic pride (and dissonance, because he is conflicted about Taiwan).

Master has to drag Yan Qing out of his riveting conversation with himself and also his other self. He puts up a fuss at first, busy arguing over whether or not "boba deez nuts" was offensive. Master convinces him that he'll have to try said boba before he can decide whether or not Billy's dumb comment was worth kicking his ass over. 

Unseeable, untouchable, he breaches the locally-owned cafe Master likes. Once inside he opens the back door for them to join him. There's a chill and a thrill that passes between Yan Qing and his Master. The satisfaction of doing something bad and getting away with it is overwhelming. 

First they have to do something bad, though. Neither of them is interested in the till or the safe. Stealing goods that are packed as a donation to a food bank would be gross. Taking ingredients back to Master's residence would leave them with armfuls of materials they couldn't effectively use. It seems they have no choice but to make their bubble tea on-site. 

Neither of them know how to make bubble tea. Master makes a face at this realization and Yan Qing cackles wildly at their misfortune. Thankfully they have the power of the internet and mobile data at their disposal. Master reads a few recipes and scans an article and Yan Qing looms over their shoulder as he so quickly catches up to their reading. 

The recipe, he thinks, should be easy enough. It would be easier if he’d ever made anything like it in his life. The tea is easy. Yan Qing can brew tea. He can brew tea with the best of ‘em. But what’s with the tapioca balls? Why are they so squishy? What is he supposed to do with them? He wants to juggle them, or throw them. It’s very distracting.

Master pulls him out of his daze. They instruct him to brew the tea while they take care of everything else. Black tea is the common tea for boba, according to the page Master has pulled up on their phone. Yan Qing is not in the mood for black tea. He also doesn’t think iced coffee is appropriate at this hour. Chai tea, maybe? He likes chai tea lattes with soy milk. Milk isn’t necessary for one’s health, did you know, Master? There’s a conspiracy afoot in big dairy where decades have gone to advertising milk to produce more profits than—

Perhaps Yan Qing should acquire different friends.

Robin Hood

Master hobbles out of their sleeping quarters at about 05:00. Robin Hood is kicked back waiting for the sun to rise. When Master shuffles over to him, he nearly jumps out of his skin. Nobody needs to exist this early. 

It appears Master cannot sleep, for Master has a mighty need that must be met: the need to fuckin' chill. They're hungry and whiny from being stuck unable to sleep all night. The likelihood of agitation in the morrow is too damn high. 

This is not what Robin is contracted with his Master for, but he has a feeling this isn't the weirdest or least convenient thing they're ever going to ask of him. 

Under normal circumstances, Robin would prefer to support a local stand or shop that makes and serves their own ice cream. He likes when the worker is connected to the output of their labor–when they own the means of production, as it were. This in mind, the logical course of action is for Robin to hit up Corporate Ice Cream Chain Location for Master's favorites. 

He must correct himself on that, because Robin doesn't like calling…whatever-it-is Corporate Ice Cream sells "ice cream." It is "frozen dairy dessert" or something like it. It could be neither frozen, nor dairy, nor dessert, and still labeled as ice cream. 

After a quick trip riding Robin's back like a sleepy koala, Master is sat down on the roof of Corporate Ice Cream Chain Location. He props them against the nearest clean-ish looking brick structure. While they listen to birds sing to sunrise (tweet tweet food caw caw sex), Robin condenses himself into spirit form and sprinkles into the building. 

The weak security warrants no effort. He isn't surprised by how little there is. Between his cloak and the incompetence of the camera setup, Robin can say quite comfortably nobody is going to see him on the recordings.

Corporate Ice Cream's backrooms are dismal. They're pitch black save for blinking lights on whirring machines with ominous silhouettes. Robin is definitely not scared, but he is unsettled. It helps that he has Darkvision like any shifty rogue worth his salt. Super Secret Agent Spy music plays in his head. It's a playful tune from a movie he watched with Master. It makes him feel dangerous and sexy. 

The current conditions are not dangerous, and they are also not sexy. It's cold as shit (a pleasant contrast to the outdoors, which are currently hot as shit) and that's about it.

Robin almost feels bad for potentially ruining some minimum wage worker's day. Almost. But he chose this location because it's an act against their employer. It's not his fault they're hostages under the milky boot of corporate ice cream. 

He returns to the roof with four white plastic tubs with frost on the sides. He tries to peek around them and fails. Master takes two of them, and together they escape back to their base of operations. 

[pricescigar]

Naga x M!Bell 🔔

Requested by: @justagenderfluidstuff

GIF ISN'T MINE BELONGS TO: Collinnmckinley

Summary: “You weren’t there... Why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!”

While Bell had survived the critical shot Adler kindly gave to him, in the beautiful islands of Solovetsky. Distinctively he remembered the sun setting, before it had all faded to black. Then he awoke into Stitch's care. If it wasn't for him, he knew he would've been dead. Yet admit all of it, Bell felt his heart ache for those couple weeks of recovery.

"It was never personal."

Adler's voice was ringing through his ears, depsire all that had happened. Perseus was happy to see his comrade back again, Bell complied and gave Perseus all the information. And all he could remember about his former team, while they couldn't have done nothing more to help Bell. It was a matter of thought that he would gradually recover in time. Then he remembered.

The one single promise Naga had made to him, all those months ago. Then Bell felt his very own blood. Boil with such anger, while his mind was messy as it was. He wasn't stupid. Naga had broken the only promise he had ever made in his life.

Naga in question was always a ruthless bastard; But to those he worked and known for so long, there was a much different side to him. A side no one has ever seen, excluding the Perseus agents. He had a temperament and such undying love for Bell, to the point he would do anything to protect him regardless. Sure he may have been capable enough, Naga knew Bell for a good couple of years; When Persues took him under his wing, and it came to the duo meeting each other. Let's just say under those glasses of his. His eyes were soft as anything.

"You fucking bastard!" Bell yelled pushing Naga,  the anger on his face was visible. While Naga didn't do anything and put his hands up in defence.

"Bell. Please, I can explain."  Naga tried to speak, however Bell on the other hand had interrupted him.

"You weren’t there... Why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!" Bell said again, leaving Naga completely speechless.

With Arash betraying Bell, leaving him to die at Trabzon Airfield. Only for Russell Adler and his goones to kill Arash, take Bell in also; While interrogating him multiple times, only for him to be subjected to the MK-ULTRA programme. Leaving him not knowing who he truly was anymore. While the truth was eventually recovered, he had the two choices that would change the outcome of the Cold War.

"Perseus thinks too highly of you."

"I didn't know he was going to fucking betray us! And by the time we came for you ... You wasn't there, we knew they took you in." Naga quickly said to him, trying to remain calm as possible. He felt the guilt washing over him, for once he didn't know what to do.

"Why...? Why does this shit always happen to me? To me!? Of all people." Bell looked away, the tears were almost forming into his eyes. The truth finally being uncovered, Solovetsky. Now this?

"I know, you hate me Bell. Hell, I fucking hate myself too, and I'm sorry- I know it isn't the answer you had been hoping for ... But really. I'm sorry. I hope eventually you can forgive me..." Naga spoke softly to Bell, luckily his glasses was hiding the fact that he was deeply upset. But judging by his tone and body language too.

Bell stayed silent, he slowly looked back at Naga. The two stared at each other momentarily, admittimgly the two did miss one and another. He didn't say anything and pulled Naga into a tight hug.

Naga hugged him tightly too, gripping onto the fabric on his clothing. Only a faint sniffle could be heard but nothing more, the birds faintly chirping within the trees.

"Bell?" Naga asked him.

"Yeah?" Bell replied, looking down to him.

"I got to show you something, and I think you're going to like it." Naga replied, removing his arms turning away taking his sunglasses off and rubbed the faint tears away putting them back on.

"What is it?" Bell asked, Naga didn't say anything and quickly sent on ahead. So he had no choice but to follow, following Naga over to a house. He raised a brow looking at him.

"I over heard once, saying you wanted revenge... And we promised we'd make it happen, no matter what. So..." Naga said opening the door, which showed Adler tied up to a chair.

"I found Adler." He grinned.