#fakepriest

[yoakenouta]

@fakepriest replied to post:

Master, I must refuse.

" I WASN'T SUGGESTING ANYTHING !! NOT WITH YOU !! "

[unmyeoung]

(to NR) Have you been treating the guns well, child? @fakepriest

"i gave them to the nutcrackers so they can defend against the rats..!!" she's gonna run up and give him a hug! and maybe pick him up? you know, just like old times. "did you wanna come play?"

[rake-rake]

@fakepriest replied to your post “”:

plot twist he scored higher just to sow discord among these two :)

KOTOMINE KIREI CORE

[soulgathered-archived]

✏️ for emer 😇

*at a zoo*

Emer: What are they in for?

Kirei: Emer, this isn't prison.

Emer: So they can leave?

Kirei: No, but-

Emer, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Emer: You’re alive.

Kirei: No need to sound so disappointed.

Kirei: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Kirei: Not you Emer. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

BONUS:

Kirei: Hopefully Hime has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Hime: Oh, shut up and die Kirei.

incorrect quotes meme ( accepting ) // @fakepriest .

[madamhatter]

thief, thief!

"Am I a thief to you?" Although she often shies away from attention, the seamstress has a peculiar knack for being self-involved in affairs that matter not to her. "Never in my life have I stolen—be it physical materials or intellectual property."

What she might be guilty of, albeit reluctantly admitting it, is trespassing! In the eyes of the law and her eyes, there is far bigger difference! Indeed, thievery is a graver crime than merely breaking and entering (according to her)! 

The English woman retorts sharply, "A real red-handed criminal is amidst us!" Narrowed eyes stare down at the accused, the man clothed in saintly robes. A sanctimonious claim! "The man who's stolen hearts is Father Kotomine." 

Father Kotomine might take this as a backhanded compliment in Sophie's long-winded way. After all, wouldn't a thief of hearts need a certain degree of charm and physical irresistibility to them?

[nulltune]

baby?

unprompted,  always accepting !!   @fakepriest  ♡

baby ...  a dispassionate expression is a constant, no reaction from the baby hakuno,  gaze only listlessly staring at the other—  until,  she blinks once,  and proceeds to unceremoniously kick the baby father kotomine.

there can only be one.

[lyriccl]

@fakepriest replied to your post:

slams bible on the table.

Hisses.

[sciobtha]

@fakepriest​ replied ; cu just making the rounds around the house leaving the toilet seat up, the windows open, THE OVEN ON-

       ❝ Hey, hey listen up, that was a lil slip up alright-. ❞ It wasn’t.

[fragmentm]

@fakepriest // starter call (accepting)

"Mister, I heard from other Servants that you own a dog. Is that true? May I see it? Oh, I have never seen a dog, how exciting." Excited about the prospect of someone having a dog of all things in Chaldea, Caster simply could not stay still. Her fingers crossed, she looked up towards the figure that some had warned for her to stay away from, with eyes sparkling from excitement.

In truth she only had simply overheard some talk of the man having a dog, but that alone had filled her with excitement. Oh, how lovely. She truly loved kind animals. 

"How did you come to acquire one? Is he part of your Spirit? Is that how you are able to have him here in Chaldea as well?" Looking up at the towering figure of the darkly dressed man, the questions she asked him seemed to be never-ending.

[nobuverse]

@fakepriest said: “Why do they always insist on being so difficult?“ for Jeanne if you'd like :3

Lucifer Sentence Starters

"I find....most people lack motivation without intervention. I think it's just something in human nature"

She replies the best she can to his frustrations. She can understand the desire to move things forward, to be impatient in the presence of inaction. She had witnessed much of that in her time; as people grew fatigued from the decades of war.

"I wonder if I would have been any better, had the saints not spoken to me directly - have you ever heard them, father?"

[yoakenouta]

Rin.

ㅤㅤAS soon as she hears the voice of her nightmares, she immediately turns on her heels and begins to speed walk the other direction.

[pseudomonacarriea]

@tenkoseiensei:

ill smuggle ya one lil guy

Yan Qing you’re a hORRIBLE influence. The pout ceases and he’s happy! Will you try it with him?

@jaakunxkaze:

Kotaro vc: No he is banned and now so are you!

Kotaro vc: And pounting doesnt works for me!

@fakepriest​:

Ineffective

aNGIE POUTING!!

[rake-rake]

@fakepriest replied to your post “do u care her”:

kirei vc no

"You're still my favorite master, wolverine!"

[pitchdarkhook]

@fakepriest replied to your post “thonking.... twin piece?”:

why the fuck you never sleep, why you never sleep mmm oh my god please go to sleep (to the rhythm of why the fuck you lyin')

​FNJAFJKFA FKEANB HELP NOT YOU TOO MI WIFE GODDD

[somnim]

What up Leonardo

Go die in a ditch.

[madamhatter]

"Must you truly indulge and encourage mrs Ortensia's sudden ideas and plans at all times?" Shall he consider you the main enabler of his occasional misery, Sophie?

In the recesses of the kitchen, with a metallic bowl nestled into her hip, Sophie Hatter was whisking away with thoughts of tonight's dessert. She bobs her head, humming to herself, enjoying the tranquility and peace that comes whenever the 'Mom Squad' abandons their turf.

However, the time she believed the only person in the kitchen was numbered. The shadow of a towering form behind her swallows her shadow, and she basks in the shade. This shadow also reached the counter. Such details aided very little in narrowing the list of suspects as to who was behind her.

Very few people would think it wise to try to sneak behind her. Many more people knew how much of a bad idea that was too.

She stops, holding the spoon in mid-stir, blinking. Her eyes drink in the silhouette of a seemingly humanoid shape. Many options remain, but very little could be this quiet.

Without much other option, Sophie turns in a quick shuffle, wide-eyed. It wouldn't be polite not to greet someone, after all.

What a sight to behold: Father Kirei's genuine scold and displeasure - something transgressive to his quite pleased and unnerving gaze fed by another's misery and writhing.

"Father Kirei, good evening," Sophie welcomes the priest, feigning awareness of the change in his disposition. "How is everything?"

The clanking against the bowl resumes as the Father speaks about his problems.

"Oh? Exploring someone's ideas and helping their indulgences makes them happy," Sophie begins. "That is something important, in my eyes."

"The same way I help with procedures and other responsibilities in the infirmary, am I not also encouraging and indulging your ideas?" She taps the bowl's rim, removing the excess dough on the spoon. "James 3:16 may be a nice refresher for you."

"If I did not give Mrs. Ortensia the same treatment as I have you and the other Servants, then I am mistreating her." The seamstress sets down the bowl and spoon on the counter. "We both agree we would not want that."

"Because something in the depths of your chest, in that black pit, would rather her indulgences peeve you and make you miserable than her not enjoying anything or being ignored." Sophie turns, looking up to the priest, cleaning her hands off with the apron tied around her waist.

Their gazes connected with a thoughtful expression softening her tepid and neutral features - her amusement, once hinted by her eyes, gentler than before.

"So, in a way, I must. Because not only does it make her happy, it almost makes you happy," she says with the kindest smile.

That was when she promptly turned to the bowl full of dough, eyeing between it and the Alter Ego, "Say, what kind of custard should I make?" As if that conversation never happened at all.