#gligamesh

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Do you do yandere, more specifically, yandere reader? If so, for Fate UBW, can you do a yandere reader x Rin Tohsaka with the reader being in Gilgamesh's Role and being servant like him, you can include smut by the end of it.

Mirror of Fates | Rin Tohsaka x Archer! Reader x Gilgamesh

Author's Note: No gender was mentioned in this request so I am making the reader gender neutral. I also have a fat crush on Gilgamesh so I hope you don't mind me incorporating him in this a little bit ;p also rin is 18+.

Warnings: yandere reader, possessiveness, sexual tension

Word Count: 4.8k

The moon hung high in the night sky, its pale light illuminating the shattered ruins of the building. Rin Tohsaka, ever composed despite the chaos of the Holy Grail War, stood at the rooftop's edge. Her sapphire eyes scanned the battlefield below, the distant glow of magical auras signalling skirmishes far away. But the real battle was here. Across from her, the golden-haired King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, smirked with his usual arrogance. Draped in his resplendent golden armor, he looked every bit the god-like ruler he claimed to be. Standing beside him, the unmistakable figure of his new Master—a shadowy figure obscured by a shroud of magic—gave Rin pause. But what truly set her on edge was the presence of you.

Perched atop a crumbling stone pillar, you leaned casually, one hand resting on the hilt of a crystalline dagger—a fragment of your Mirror of Fates. Your piercing gaze was fixed on Rin, unwavering and unsettling, like a predator stalking its prey.

'Rin, my dear,"'you purred, your voice dripping with an unnerving mix of affection and menace. 'I warned you not to stray too far. A battlefield is no place for someone as delicate as you.' Rin bristled, her fists clenching.

'Delicate? Spare me. I don’t need your overbearing concern, and I certainly don’t need you interfering in my fight.' Before you could reply, Gilgamesh chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

'What an amusing little spat. Two mongrels vying for the attention of a single Master. Truly, this war never ceases to entertain me.' You shot him a glare, your possessive aura flaring.

'You would do well to hold your tongue, King of Heroes. You have no claim here. Rin is mine, whether she acknowledges it or not.' Gilgamesh smirked, unfazed.

'Ah, but do you think she agrees? A woman of her calibre deserves protection, not the suffocating obsession you offer.' He gestured toward Rin with a flourish. 'Rin, you are far too intelligent to fall for this... pale imitation of grandeur.' Caught between two powerhouses, Rin crossed her arms, her annoyance barely masking her unease.

'Will you two stop treating me like some prize to be won? I’m not interested in either of your delusions.' Your smile darkened, and the crystalline dagger in your hand caught the moonlight.

'Careful, Rin. Words like that might hurt me.' You tossed the blade into the air, where it dissolved into shimmering light. 'But since our golden friend insists on questioning my devotion, perhaps I should remind him who he’s dealing with.' With a flick of your wrist, the air shimmered as the Mirror of Fates materialised behind you, its surface glinting ominously. The reflection it offered was not of the world around it but of a realm filled with shadows and broken fragments of memory. Gilgamesh’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment.

'A curious artifact. You believe that bauble will intimidate me? I am the King of Heroes! All treasures belong to me by right.'

'You may have treasures,' you replied coldly, 'but none that can shatter a soul.' A wicked grin spreads across your lips. The rooftop became a battlefield, with Rin caught in the crossfire of your possessive fury and Gilgamesh’s unyielding arrogance. 'At least my master is brave enough to show her face.' I mock as I prepare to attack. Gilgamesh’s smirk returned, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement.

'Careful, mongrel. Your arrogance is beginning to sound like envy.' You stepped forward, the rooftop trembling slightly under the pressure of your magical energy. The Mirror of Fates hovered behind you, casting eerie, shifting reflections across the battlefield.

'Envy?' you scoffed, your voice dripping with disdain. 'Hiding behind a veil? Pathetic. No wonder you cling to someone like him,' gesturing to his master.

The shadowed Master flinched at your words, but Gilgamesh merely chuckled.

'Bravery is unnecessary for one who has me at their command. Unlike you, who clings desperately to a fleeting dream of affection.' Your lips curled into a sharp grin, but your eyes burned with anger.

'A fleeting dream? No, King of Heroes. My devotion is eternal. And since you insist on questioning it, let me show you why.' You raised your hand, and the Mirror of Fates began to hum, its crystalline surface rippling like water. The air around you grew cold, the oppressive aura of your Noble Phantasm pressing down on the rooftop. 'Let’s see what fears hide behind all that arrogance of yours,' you taunted, your voice like silk over steel. Rin, caught in the middle, took a cautious step back, her instincts warning her of the danger.

'Damn it, don’t drag me into this!' She snapped, glaring at both of you. But your focus remained on Gilgamesh, his confident expression faltering ever so slightly as the mirror's surface glowed brighter. For all his bravado, even the King of Heroes was not immune to the terror reflected in your crystalline artifact.

'Prepare yourself, Gilgamesh,' you said with chilling finality. 'Your arrogance ends here.' With a snap of your fingers, the Mirror of Fates surged forward, its light enveloping the rooftop as it locked onto its target. The Mirror of Fates floated forward, its crystalline surface shimmering with an unnatural light. As it turned to face Gilgamesh, the rooftop seemed to darken, the moonlight swallowed by the mirror's eerie glow. Its surface rippled like a disturbed pond, revealing flashes of shadowy figures and fractured memories within. The reflections coalesced into a vision that seemed to emanate directly from Gilgamesh’s mind: his failures, his losses, and the crushing weight of moments where his pride faltered. The golden king’s smirk faded into a scowl as he realized what was happening.

'An artifact that toys with the mind?' Gilgamesh sneered, stepping back. 'Do you think such parlor tricks will unnerve me?' But even as he spoke, his movements were more rigid, his crimson eyes narrowing at the visions within the mirror. The phantasm’s power was irresistible—drawing its target closer, forcing them to confront their own fears and vulnerabilities.

'Your arrogance blinds you,' you said, your voice low and commanding. 'Even kings have shadows they fear to face. And now, you stand defenseless.' Gilgamesh's jaw tightened, and with a sharp motion, he extended his hand. A golden ripple formed in the air, and from it emerged a torrent of weapons from the Gate of Babylon. Swords, spears, and axes—each a masterpiece of legend—rained down toward the mirror with devastating force. The rooftop shook as the weapons struck true, explosions of magical energy erupting with each impact. Dust and debris filled the air, and the mirror was momentarily obscured.

'You underestimate me, mongrel,' Gilgamesh declared, his voice rising above the chaos. 'There is no treasure I cannot destroy. Your bauble is no exception!' But as the dust cleared, the Mirror of Fates remained intact, its surface unmarred. It floated closer, the visions within growing sharper and more vivid.

Gilgamesh’s eyes narrowed. 'Impossible...' The mirror pulsed with light, releasing a wave of pressure that forced Gilgamesh to his knees. The visions inside were now unmistakable—scenes of his past failures, of his reign’s fleeting glory, and of moments where his own hubris led to ruin. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of doubt crossed his face.

'You cannot destroy it,' you said, stepping forward. 'It reflects what you hide, what you deny. And it feeds on your fear.' Enraged, Gilgamesh rose to his feet, summoning Ea, his most powerful weapon. The drill-like blade spun to life, its ominous hum reverberating through the air.

'I am the King of Heroes!' he roared. 'No fear, no shadow, and no mongrel can stand before me!' The air crackled with energy as he activated Enuma Elish, the heavens themselves trembling at the weapon’s might. The torrent of chaotic energy surged forward, aimed directly at the mirror. The rooftop became a maelstrom of energy as Enuma Elish roared to life, its chaotic vortex surging toward the Mirror of Fates. The very air trembled under the force of Gilgamesh’s attack, the ground cracking and splitting beneath its intensity. Opposing it, the Mirror of Fates pulsed with an unearthly light, its surface radiating a cold, crystalline brilliance. The visions within grew sharper, more malevolent, feeding on Gilgamesh’s hubris and his brief flicker of doubt.

'You truly believe you can destroy my devotion?' you sneered, your voice unwavering. 'You are but a relic clinging to your past. This mirror reflects the truth you fear to face!' The two forces collided with an earth-shattering explosion, light and darkness intertwining as they battled for supremacy. The impact sent shockwaves through the city, shattering nearby windows and tearing chunks from the rooftop. Rin was forced to shield herself, her circuits flaring as she struggled to maintain her balance. For a moment, it seemed the Mirror of Fates and Enuma Elish were evenly matched, neither giving ground. But then, a faint crack appeared in the mirror’s surface, a small flaw spreading outward like a spiderweb.

'Your little trinket crumbles under true power!' Gilgamesh declared triumphantly, pouring more energy into his attack.

But just as the mirror cracked, so too did the golden ripples of Enuma Elish begin to waver. The vortex of energy around the sword sputtered and faltered, its power unable to fully overcome the mirror’s relentless pull. The stalemate couldn’t hold. With a final, blinding flash, the two forces detonated simultaneously, releasing a shockwave of raw magical energy. The rooftop collapsed under the strain, the combatants thrown apart by the sheer force of the explosion. When the dust cleared, you stood shakily, the shattered fragments of the Mirror of Fates scattered around you. The remnants shimmered faintly before dissolving into the night air. Across the battlefield, Gilgamesh emerged, battered but standing, his armor scorched and cracked. Between you, his Master lay motionless on the ground. The explosion’s backlash had struck them directly, their body limp and lifeless. Gilgamesh’s crimson eyes widened, then narrowed in fury. He strode toward the corpse, his expression unreadable.

'Foolish mortal...' he muttered, kneeling beside them. 'To think you couldn’t withstand such a trivial clash.' He rose slowly, his gaze turning toward you, filled with a mixture of anger and begrudging respect. 'You dared to challenge me, and you’ve paid the price with more than you know. But mark my words, mongrel—you’ve yet to see the full extent of my wrath.' You smirked, though the battle had clearly taken its toll.

'Your Master couldn’t survive the weight of your so-called grandeur. How fitting.' From the shadows, Rin’s voice broke the tension.

'Enough!' she snapped, stepping between you both. Her circuits glowed faintly as she steadied herself. 'Are you both so blinded by your egos that you can’t see the destruction you’ve caused? This war isn’t about you!' Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the chaos left in the wake of your battle. Gilgamesh’s teeth clenched as he stood, his golden armor battered and smeared with dust. His crimson eyes burned with a mix of fury and something uncharacteristic—loss. He cradled the lifeless body of his Master, their limp form draped over his arms like a broken doll. For a moment, the King of Heroes stood motionless, his jaw tight, his pride clearly warring with the sting of defeat. The once-magnificent aura around him seemed to dim, his presence somehow less grand without the support of his Master’s mana. You straightened, brushing shards of crystalline mirror from your shoulder, your breathing labored but steady. Your gaze flickered toward Rin. She stood on the edge of the battlefield, her circuits glowing faintly as she held her ground, but you noticed the subtle trembling in her hands. Your eyes softened—a sharp contrast to the cold, menacing persona you’d displayed moments earlier.

'Rin...' you murmured, taking a hesitant step toward her. But before you could reach her, Gilgamesh’s voice cut through the air, low and seething.

'Do not think this is over,' he growled, his grip tightening on his fallen Master. 'You may have survived this clash, mongrel, but you will not escape my vengeance.' He turned away, his golden armor catching the faint light of the shattered rooftop. With an almost reluctant grace, he began to retreat, his form glowing faintly as he activated his teleportation.

'Gilgamesh!"'Rin called out, surprising even herself.

The King of Heroes paused, glancing back over his shoulder. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes betrayed the weight of his failure.

'Tend to your mongrel, Rin Tohsaka,' he said flatly. 'You’ll need her protection when next we meet.' And with that, he vanished, the faint golden light of his departure leaving the battlefield eerily quiet.You exhaled sharply, the tension in your shoulders easing. Turning fully toward Rin, you approached her with a mixture of caution and urgency.

'Are you hurt?' you asked, your voice losing its earlier venom. Rin scowled, crossing her arms despite the lingering tremor in her frame.

'I’m fine. Don’t act like you care now, after nearly leveling half the city.' Her words stung, but you couldn’t hide the concern etched on your face.

'I always care,' you said softly, stepping closer. 'You might not believe it, but everything I do is for you.' Rin’s glare faltered for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.

'Save the theatrics. If you really want to help, stop causing so much destruction. You’re no better than him.' Your expression hardened slightly at the comparison, but you bit back a retort. Instead, you extended a hand toward her, a silent offer of protection.

'Let me prove I’m different,' you said quietly. Rin hesitated, her eyes narrowing as if weighing your words. But before she could respond, the distant sound of an approaching skirmish reminded you both that the war was far from over.

'Fine,' she said reluctantly, brushing past you. 'But don’t think this means I trust you.' You followed her, your gaze lingering on her retreating figure. Inwardly, your resolve only deepened. Trust wasn’t something you would wait for. You would earn it—whether she wanted you to or not.

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The Tohsaka mansion was cloaked in silence, the soft creak of its wooden floorboards the only sound in the dimly lit hallways. Upstairs, Rin was asleep, her breathing steady after an exhausting day. You had stayed close to her room, keeping watch from the corridor to ensure no unwelcome surprises disturbed her rest. But as the clock struck midnight, a faint, familiar presence brushed against your senses. Your eyes narrowed. You descended the staircase silently, your hand resting on the hilt of a conjured blade—a fragment of the Mirror of Fates. The moonlight filtering through the tall windows illuminated a figure standing in the centre of the parlour, golden armor glinting faintly. Gilgamesh. The King of Heroes turned as you entered, his posture relaxed, but his crimson eyes burned with a quiet intensity. He stood without his usual arrogance, yet his presence still dominated the room.

'You,' you hissed, keeping your voice low to avoid waking Rin. 'What are you doing here?' Gilgamesh chuckled softly, his gaze trailing lazily across the room before settling on you.

'Do not flatter yourself, mongrel. I came not for you but for Rin Tohsaka.' Your grip on your blade tightened, and you stepped between him and the staircase.

'She’s asleep. You’ll leave her be, or you’ll regret stepping into this house.' Gilgamesh raised a brow, his smirk faint.

'How noble. You guard her as a knight might a princess, yet you fail to realise that your very presence endangers her.' His words struck a nerve, but you refused to show it.

'You’re the last person to lecture me about danger. Your arrogance killed your Master. Why don’t you crawl back to whatever hole you came from and lick your wounds?' For a moment, his expression darkened, and you thought he might summon a weapon from his Gate of Babylon. But instead, he closed the distance between you in a single stride, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.

'You presume much,' he said, his voice low and smooth, almost dangerous. 'You speak of wounds, yet I see them in you as well. Tell me, mongrel—does she even care for you as you wish she would?' The question caught you off guard, and the sharp edge of your anger dulled for a moment.

'That’s none of your concern,' you said tightly, though the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. Gilgamesh’s smirk widened, his tone softening into something almost teasing.

'Ah, such devotion, yet so misplaced. You would burn the world for her, and yet she may never look at you the way you crave.' You glared at him, stepping closer until you were nearly nose-to-nose.

'Better to burn for something real than to live as an empty relic, clinging to a past that no longer exists.' His eyes widened slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he regained his composure.

'Empty, you say?' he murmured, his tone quieter now. 'Perhaps. But tell me, mongrel, what fills the void in your heart? Is it her, or is it the chase of an ideal you’ll never truly grasp?' The tension between you thickened, the charged silence broken only by the faint ticking of a nearby clock. Despite the venom in his words, there was something disarming in his gaze—an unexpected vulnerability that mirrored your own. 'You don’t know anything about me,' you said, though your voice lacked the conviction it carried moments earlier. Gilgamesh tilted his head slightly, his golden hair catching the moonlight.

'Perhaps I do not. But I know this: we are not so different, you and I. Both of us seek something eternal, yet we tread different paths to find it.' For a moment, the hostility between you wavered, replaced by an unspoken understanding. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone, his familiar smirk returning- only this time, it held a teasing curve that made your pulse quicken.

'Though I must say,' he continued, his voice low and smooth, 'I never expected to find such a fiery spirit beneath all that brooding devotion. It’s almost... charming.' You scoffed, though your cheeks betrayed you with the faintest warmth.

'Flattery isn’t going to make me drop my guard, King of Heroes.' Gilgamesh chuckled, the sound rich and velvety. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the faint warmth radiating from him. "

'Who said anything about flattery? I’m merely stating the truth. Few would dare to face me so boldly, much less intrigue me in the process.' Your eyes narrowed, though your heart betrayed you by pounding louder with every passing second

'Intrigue? Is that what you call invading someone’s home uninvited?' He tilted his head, golden hair catching the faint moonlight as his smirk widened.

'Perhaps I was merely drawn to your light, like a moth to a flame. A dangerous flame, but alluring nonetheless.' You opened your mouth to retort, but his gaze held you captive, the playful arrogance in his eyes mingling with something deeper—something that made it impossible to look away.

'Careful,' you said finally, your voice quieter but still sharp. 'Keep this up, and I might think you’re trying to charm me.' Gilgamesh laughed softly, the sound resonating through the dimly lit room.

'Would that be so terrible?' he asked, his tone disarmingly casual but with a subtle, unmistakable edge of challenge. You stepped back slightly, forcing some distance between you even as his presence seemed to follow like a shadow.

'If this is your way of trying to get me to lower my guard, it’s not working.' He placed a hand over his heart in mock offense.

'You wound me. Perhaps I simply enjoy the company of someone who doesn’t bore me to tears. That’s a rare gift, after all.' You crossed your arms, determined to ignore the way his words made your chest tighten.

'If you’re done with your games, leave. Rin doesn’t need you here.' Gilgamesh leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper, as if sharing a secret meant only for you.

'Ah, but it’s not Rin who interests me tonight.' Your breath caught, but before you could respond, he straightened, his teasing grin firmly in place. His hands traced the hem of your underarmor cloth. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Gilgamesh's lips as he felt your reaction to his touch. He enjoyed the way your body responded to him, the way your breath hitched ever so slightly. His fingers continued to trail over the sensitive skin of your waist, his touch light as a feather.

'It seems someone is a little bit skittish,' he purrs, his eyes glittering with amusement. 'Afraid you can't handle a king's touch?'

'Of course I can,' I grit my teeth in annoyance, a wave of heat flowing over my body. Gilgamesh chuckled at your defiant response, his fingers tracing a path up to the bare skin of your upper arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

'Oh, I see,' he murmured, eyes smoldering as he leaned closer, invading your personal space. 'You think you're tough, do you? You think you can withstand a king's attention without flinching?' Gilgamesh's fingers continued to dance across your skin, tracing up to your neck, his touch leaving a trail of heat and electricity. He leaned even closer, his breath warm on your ear as he spoke.

'You'll cave, mongral. Every fibre of your being will submit to my touch.' Gilgamesh paused for a moment as your hands came to rest on top of his, a flicker of surprise passing over his face. However, he quickly recovered, a smirk returning to his lips. His fingers continued to move, tracing a lazy path over the exposed skin of your neck and shoulder.

'Hmm, so you're not as defiant as you seem,' he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Gilgamesh pulled you closer, his hips pressing against yours as the space between you disappeared. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He leaned in, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours, his eyes hooded and burning with desire.

'Are you sure you're ready for this, mongral?' he murmured, his voice a heated whisper. Gilgamesh's smirk widened at your response, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

'I can handle anything form you,' you grit through your teeth.

'Is that so?" he teases, his eyes raking over your face. 'You're so sure of yourself, aren't you? Let's see if you can keep up with a king's pace.' He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Gilgamesh's lips continued their exploration of your neck, peppering kisses and gentle nips along the sensitive skin. His hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly against him as he pressed his body against yours. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, could practically taste the desire in the air. He relished in the way your breath hitched and your body reacted to his touch, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest. Arousal rushed to your nether regions and Gilgamesh let out a low chuckle. Gilgamesh's teeth sank into the soft skin of your neck, leaving a trail of small, bite marks in their wake. He could feel the way your body responded to his touch, the heat and desire emanating from you. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. 'Looks like someone's enjoying themselves,' he murmured, his voice low and sultry. Your hands clenched onto his soft under armor. As his hands begin to remove your cloths, the sound of feet padding down the carpeted stairs spurs your attention. Rin. Rin rounded the corner from the stairs, her eyes widening as she saw the scene before her. She froze in her tracks, her cheeks flushing slightly at the sight of Gilgamesh's hands on your body. Gilgamesh, however, remained unabashed, his gaze fixed on you as he continued to touch and tease. He turned to face Rin, a smirk plastered on his face. 'You know (y/n).. I am in need of a new master.' Rin's eyes flicked between you and Gilgamesh, her expression a mix of confusion and annoyance.

'What are you talking about?' she demanded, her voice sharp. Gilgamesh chuckled, his hands still resting on your hips.

Gilgamesh chuckled, the sound dark and amused, as his hands continued to rest possessively on your hips, his fingers brushing against your skin with a casual, almost mocking familiarity.

'Just making a little proposal,' he purred, his eyes roaming over Rin’s body with open appreciation as if she were admiring a rare artifact. 'I think this one would make a lovely new master.' Rin’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her fists tightening by her sides. '

'You think you can just waltz in here and—' you pipe up.

'Calm down, mongrel,' Gilgamesh interrupted, his voice smooth, carrying a dangerous charm. The words hit you like a slap, and you stepped forward, pushing against him lightly, though your body betrayed you with the heat still lingering in the space between you.

'Stop it,' you snapped, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of his touch. Gilgamesh only leaned in closer, his lips brushing the side of your ear as he whispered,

'There’s no need to be coy. I know how you feel.' He smirked, his fingers tightening subtly on your waist. 'I’ve seen the way your body responds to me. You can't fool me.' Rin took a step forward, her voice sharp and cutting,

'I don’t care what games you’re playing, Gilgamesh. If you’re trying to get under my skin, it’s not going to work.' Gilgamesh straightened up, his gaze flicking back to her, still filled with amusement.

'Oh, but it already has,' he said, the words a playful taunt that only fueled the tension between them. 'I simply thought it was time for a change. Your little... servant here is a bit too attached, don’t you think? Perhaps you should let go and see where the winds truly blow.'

The smugness in his voice grated against your nerves, but part of you couldn't help but feel the pull of his presence—the magnetic, dangerous allure that he always exuded. Rin's frustration was palpable, but she kept her composure, her eyes never leaving Gilgamesh.

'Keep dreaming, king. I won’t let you turn my servant into your plaything.' Gilgamesh’s eyes gleamed, clearly enjoying the tension he’d created.

'Who said anything about playthings? I’m offering a partnership—a chance for them to reach thier true potential.' His gaze flickered to you again, a knowing smirk creeping across his face. 'You’re too limited, little mongrel. There’s so much more I could offer.' Your heart raced, caught in the strange, dangerous allure of his words. But you gritted your teeth, pushing the temptation away.

'I don’t need anything from you, Gilgamesh. Especially not your offer.' He chuckled, the sound rich with amusement, as if he were savoring the moment.

'We’ll see. I always get what I want in the end.' With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, your body still tingling with the aftermath of his touch, and Rin’s sharp, wary gaze following his every movement. The golden king disappeared into the night, his arrogance lingering in the air like a suffocating shroud. You exhaled slowly, your lips curving into a faint, unsettling smile as the tingling sensation of his touch faded, replaced by something darker—something possessive. Rin approached, her brows knitted in concern and suspicion.

'What the hell was that about?' she demanded, crossing her arms, her gaze flitting between you and the faint golden shimmer on the horizon. You turned to her, your eyes sharp and glinting with a dangerous intensity.

'Why do you care, master?'you asked, your voice soft but laced with a venomous sweetness. 'Jealous, are we?' Her eyes widened, and she took a half-step back.

'Jealous? Of him? Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to know what you’re getting yourself into.' You tilted your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips, though it held no warmth.

'You’re so predictable, always trying to play the self-righteous protector. But you don’t need to protect me, Rin. If anything—' You stepped closer, closing the space between you two. '—you’re the one who needs protecting.' Rin stiffened, her eyes narrowing.

'What’s that supposed to mean?' You reached out, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face with a deliberate, almost tender motion.

'It means you should know your place,' you murmured, your tone dripping with dangerous affection. She slapped your hand away, her expression hardening.

'Get a grip, (y/n). You’re starting to sound as unhinged as he is.' Your smile widened, your gaze locking onto hers with an unyielding intensity.

'Unhinged? Maybe. But at least I know what I want. Can you say the same?' Rin's jaw clenched, her usual sharp retorts faltering as your words hung heavy in the air. The moment stretched, charged with tension, before you stepped back, your demeanor softening just enough to make her question if she’d imagined the edge in your voice.

'Relax, Rin,' you said with a dismissive wave of your hand, though your eyes still gleamed with an unsettling focus. 'I’m only looking out for you. After all...' You leaned in, your voice dropping to a near-whisper. 'It’d be such a shame if you got in the way and ended up broken.' Your hands moved back to her hips she gasped a little, about to blurt out some insult or another, but she closed her lips as your hands traced the hem of her short skirt. You leaned into her ear closely. 'You summoned me to protect you with my life, so I'll do that. I'll give you all of me.' You kissed her earlobe before dematerialising-perhaps chasing after Gilgamesh.

[interstellar-elf]

There's a lot of stories, myths and tales about lands and kingdoms getting submerged. The British Isles have more than their fair share with a common thread of it being a whole kingdom that it makes me wonder if they are a reminiscent memory of what Doggerland was like, that got twisted and reshaped to the attitudes and thoughts of the generations right after.

Atlantis, albeit more people think of it as being a morality tale, probably has it's roots in the memories and stories passed down of islands disappearing under the sea during the last Ice Age. I think people don't necessarily understand that progress is not a steady line, so the idea that there might have been some advanced civilization hiding out around there isn't entirely a weird concept to swallow, especially if it's remains have been washed away by the floods that occurred at the end of the last ice age.

In addition, a number of the "flood myths" out there don't really seem to be about a flood but a tsunami, in fact a good number of Native American and Inuit myths from the western coast of the US talk about catastrophic tsunamis that followed great earthquakes being responsible for great floods. It wasn't until very recently that scientists started looking at them seriously, as it was believed that the Casacadian seismic zone wasn't capable of strong earthquakes until recent research.

Do you ever think about Doggerland?

Like how fucked up is it that it’s just….. gone.

I tend to forget about it and then when I remember it again I’m like “Oh yeah! There’s like an entire country sized stretch of land that’s just fucking GONE.

well…. “gone”….

[sag-dab-sar]

Ereškigal in Ancient Literature

*How to use the Internet Archive

🥀 Main Character 🥀

Earlier version of The Myth of Nergal & Ereškigal is available in the paper: New Readings in the Amarna Versions of Adapa and Nergal and Ereshkigal by Shlomo Izre'el.

The later version of the Myth of Nergal & Ereškigal, as well as a version of Ištar's Descent Into The Netherworld are both available in The Ancient Near East: An Anthology of Texts and Pictures edited by James A. Pritchard. Internet Archive full book.

Inanna's Descent into the Netherworld on the ETCSL.

Ištar's Descent into the Netherworld an audio of the myth spoken in Akkadian with an English text translation from 2005 and the most literal translation on the CDLI click "text"

🥀Other Mentions🥀

[Cut in case I need to add more if I find them]

Ningishzida's Journey to the Netherworld on the ETCSL ends with 'Great holy one, Ereškigal, praising you is sweet.'

The Underworld Visions of an Assyrian Prince available via Oracc Line 30 mentions Allatu (a Goddess Ereškigal was equated with). In line 35 Ereškigal tells a man in a dream that she saw his offering and he should pray to her so she would fufill his desires. In line 38 the man prays to Ereškigal and cries in front of Nergal described as King. In line r32 the man praises Nergal and Ereškigal to "peoples of Assyria"

Gligamesh Enkidu and the Netherworld on the ETCSL, in lines 1-26 & lines 91-113 Ereškigal is "given" the netherworld as a gift to rule or as a dowry depending on the academic you ask. In lines 199-204 she has an unflattering description given of her that is similar to a description of her in Inana's Descent▪️...Some personal thoughts: The description in Inana's Descent seems to have been written because she is lamenting. At the beginning of the myth she is sitting on a throne and not described unflatteringly in line 165-172; but later on in lines 226-235 & lines 254-262 she is described unflatteringly as laying down and lamenting the death of her unnamed children— "The mother who gave birth, Erec-ki-gala , because of her children, was lying there." In addition lines 236-245 & lines 263-272 she's described as troubled with a painful heart & liver. She appreciates the gala-tura lamenting with her. Recently found Diana Katz describing Ereshkigal as a "mourning mother," so I feel validated in my original assumption. Why the unflattering description is used in this myth I don't know, shes pulling out her hair which is a sign of lamenting but it seems out of place here? Unless the author is just saying shes ugly.

Death of Gilgamesh on the ETCSL, the Nibru version line 8 Gilgamash gives his first gifts to Ereškigal, in the Me-Turan version segment K the story closes with 'Ereškigal, mother of Ninazu, sweet is your praise'

The Death of Ur-Namma on the ETCSL. In the Nippur Version, in lines 92-96 Ereškigal is mentioned as loving weapons, In lines 97-101 she is given gifts from Ur-Namma. In lines 132-144 Ereshkigal's commands certain people "all the soldiers who had been killed by weapons and all the men who had been found guilty" to be given to the king Ur-Namma as his sits on a throne in the netherworld. In the Susa version she is also given gifts in line 29-92 and also at her command she hands over certain men in lines 64-72.

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[would-they-be-a-good-parent]

Poll: would Gligamesh from fate/stay night be a good parent?

Reasoning: He's canonically good with kids! This is shown both in Hollow Ataraxia and in the Babylonia singularity. I think he would be a good parent, even if he's not necessarily a good person. Like those skits of a mafia boss showing up his kid's shitty drawings to the guy he's torturing, you know.

@sailorstarlesbian

[inspofromancientworld]

Legendary Creatures: Scorpion People

Scorpions appear in the mythology of the Sumerians, Akkadians, and Egyptians, generally in benevolent roles, or defensive roles, healing or protective to their followers and deadly to their enemies.

By Till Credner - Own work, http://www.AlltheSky.com, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9296075

Pabilsaĝ 𒀭𒉺𒉈𒊕 was a god, though not much is known about the particular religion. He is a bow-armed warrior, a divine recorder of real estate boundaries, or a judge. It's possible he was linked to healing. He is also linked with the constellation Sagittarius (with a scorpion tail). Ninisina, goddess of the city of Isin and healing, was his wife and his children were Damu, Gumura, and Šumaḫ. He was later thought to be the son of Enlil and Nintur. Many of his associations are through his wife, with him being called 'beloved spouse' that she 'spent time joyously with', that of being the healer and his character, however his being a judge is unique to him. There are some myths that seem to link him to the underworld as an administrator alongside Ningishzida, Hušbišag, and Bidu.

By Drawn by Faucher-Gudin, from an Assyrian intaglio - History of Egypt, Chaldea, Syria, Babylonia and Assyria, Vol. III, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17954496

Scorpion-men (𒄈𒋰𒇽𒍇𒇻 girtablullû) are in several Akkadian myths including the Enûma Elish and the Epic of Gligamesh. They have the head and torso of a man with the legs and tail of a scorpion and appear in art before they appear in literature. In the Enûma Elish, they're created by Tiamat to wage war for the murder of her mate Apsu. By the Epic of Gilamesh, they're the guard of Shamash, the sun god, opening the gates each morning for Shamash to leave by and closing them when he returns at night. Scorpion-women appear in the Epic of Gilgamesh, at the same time Gilgamesh meets the scorpion-men. They can apparently tell that Gilgamesh is two-thirds god, making them particularly perceptive.

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Serket is the Egyptian goddess of healing venomous stings and bites. Originally the deification of a scorpion and then became the daughter of either Neith (goddess of warfare and motherhood) and Khnum (god of the Nile cataract and inundation), with Sobek (the crocodile headed god) and Apep (the god of darkness and disorder), whom she protects against and guards when he is caught, as siblings. Since scorpion stings cause paralysis, her name can mean '(she who) tightens the throat' though it can also be read as '(she who) causes the throat to breathe'. She was seen as going after the unrighteous and healing scorpion stings and snakebites. In North Africa, there's a scorpion called the deathstalker that may kill with its sting, so she was a very important goddess, even considered the patron goddess of the pharaohs. She was strongly identified with Isis, eventually becoming merely an aspect of Isis rather than a separate goddess.

[evilhorse]

Gligamesh II house ad (circa March 1989)

[nights1212]

But Gligamesh once said "“Friendship is vowing toward immortality and does not know the passing away of beauty (Though take care!) because it aims for the spirit. Many years ago through loss I learned that love is wrung from our inmost heart until only the loved one is and we are not.”

when he says “ily”, but Achilles once said “i would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and i deaf. i would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. and i would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

[regulusisking]

im reading gligamesh or how ever you spell his name and my teacher said and i quote. "The sex scenes are more descriptive then the gore scences." gilgamesh has sex scenes?!?!?

[valkyricarts]

I love the FGO version of Gligamesh

I want to beat up the anime version of him.

I can feel both of these at the same time.

Though sometimes I wanna beat up the FGO version too but that's more lovingly.

[fancyphoenix]

Druig*signing*:If a villan got you, my beautiful Makkari, I'd hunt them down to the ends of earth so they could face me, and I would do so many mind games they wouldn't even know their fucking name.

Makkari*signing*: If someone does something to you, I'll fucking kill him, without second thoughts, my love.

Gligamesh*whispering to Thena*:Do they realize this is not a normal way to say I love you...

Thena *whispering back*: Mehh, I find it cute.

[ifeelsomucholdernow]

i ship lug and grug, gligamesh and Enkidu are my OTP, Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep are literally goals, Theophile de Vlau is a queen, Oscar Wild is holding it down for the queers, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show is in the gay hall of fame. And ellen is also there

Rocky Horror is turning 50 next month and people still act like being gay was invented by Ellen in 1997

[ninakanaaa]

Happy International Women’s Day (well, when I posted this)! Have Sakura a.k.a. My Queen, as Eternal’s Gilgamesh 🥰🌸 I wanna do Sasuke as Thena because for some reason, that was all I thought about when I watched the movie 😭💕🍅🌸

[cursedcorpse]

[archergirl-101]

Enkidu was the original catboy

[gilgil-machine]

thank you youtube recommendations

[kuroscrud]

If you haven’t listened to The Epic of Gilgamesh in Sumerian while looking up at a blue sky on a dry sizzling summer day have you ever truly lived?