#fate william shakespeare

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Fate Grand Order Servant Comparisons

William Shakespeare

Left - FGO

Right - Chesterfield portrait, dated 1660–1670, possibly painted by the Dutch painter Pieter Borsseler

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oberon

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your flawed interpretation of me

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Fate Grand Order material I [Digital] part 7 FINAL

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non-canon afterstory

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Six Fanarts challenge from Twitter

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chaldea's book club has strong opinions on shakespeare's reading recommendation

source for text: x

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Oh shit Shakespeare look out Oberon's right behind you! Shit he's got Airpods in he can't hear us!

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coffee break

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Romeo and Juilet; Freeverse Poem

Deep within Verona’s core

Lurks Elysiam gripping it tight

Within its claws, trapping it in a blinding darkness  

Fiery tentacles of destruction burn

A violent possession crisps their souls

Freed from Anubis judgement as

Their ashes fall back onto the mortal plane

The calm wind turns vicious

Weeping as the ashes float 

Through their unbound forms

Now taking the shape of the vengeful

Wishing into the noses of 

Fallen angels, their pride 

Blinding them as they stumble

Through the volley 

Fueling their egos

Turning Verona into a

Whirlwind of emotions

Consuming the city whole

These poisonous flames

Creep from mouth to mouth

Damning these angels into fiends

Freeing them into a craze, a frenzy,

A problem that burns with no solution

Shimmery taverns woven from

Strings of fate and love

Succumb to the fiends 

As their fire ravages the town

Now illuminating the sky with

the plight of Elysiam,

Verona’s children, a pair,

Weeping in each others arms

Their tears battling the raging storm

Each drop onlying becoming fuel

Damning those around them

To be empty shells

Husks of life as the fire

Consumes them whole

Their wings unclipped, yet one must

Watch their twin turn into Icarus

Their big palms grasping the ball of light

Until the sun consumes them whole

Blinding them into an irrational sorrow

A weeping willow grows from their heart

The leaves of the trees, grieve in their place

Their grief dripping onto the wings of the other

Damning them to drown in a misery of their own

Until a lavender, the child of the saintess

A symbol of hope and love

The antidote to poor Verona’s plight

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Mordred: I’m gay

Achilles: I’m gayer

Shakespeare: In that outfit?

Spartacus: So what’s next for Mr. New Gay Man?

Semiramis: You still owe me $45

Amakusa: Would you like to go on record stating that for our organization’s diversity initiative?

Karna: I knew the second you told me you were gay

Atalante: This has been so obvious ever since I started stalking you

Kairi: Hi gay, I’m dad

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Tsuna with Shakespeare slung over his shoulder certainly is an image I didn’t know I needed