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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

[dakukabi]

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

source for text: x

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oberon

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your flawed interpretation of me

[kikaruuni]

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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[melonisopod]

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

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Ariel. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,

That hath to instrument this lower world

And what is in 't, the never-surfeited sea

Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island

Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men

Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

And even with such-like valour men hang and drown

Their proper selves.

[Alon., Seb., &c. draw their swords

You fools! I and my fellows

Are ministers of Fate: the elements,

Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well

Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs

Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers

Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths

And will not be uplifted. But remember –

For that's my business to you – that you three

From Milan did supplant good Prospero;

Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,

Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed

The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have

Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,

Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,

They have bereft; and do pronounce by me

Lingering perdition, worse than any death

Can be at once, shall step by step attend

You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from –

Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls

Upon your heads – is nothing but heart-sorrow

And a clear life ensuing.

William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, The Tempest (Act III, Scene III)

[akkreti]

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