#the martyr king (saber)

[blackmagi]

It couldn't be happening again. Now, could it?

There was an uneasy feeling of silence as he stared at the screen where Reines' name was. It was dimmer than what he remembered, even greyish, gone, unreachable.

He knew what it meant, beyond whatever 'feeling' he could muster.

Judar lowered his gaze as the room fell completely silent. The glint of moonlight on his jewelry reminded him it was past his sleeping schedule. This was how the world twisted its way in the end, how those he knew would fade, and in the end, all would fall like sand broken out of an hourglass.

In the end, he sneers to himself, a hand pressed to his face as he laughs at the world's misery. This time he wouldn't return to the mansion and 'grieve', not again. After all, the best way was to embrace what he had always been with no one at his side. Perhaps there would be powerful individuals thirsting for chaos, people who would actually make use of his power and entertain him in the process.

It always worked.

To: The martyr King:

Yo. Guess who is missing again.

Maybe we should meet. I'll find you. King.

@sanctummilitis

[summerrivera777777]

So I saw Sinners fell completey in love with Remmick <3 😩

Sinners: “The Devil’s Lamb” 
Part 1: Let Him In

Summer was alone in the house again, barefoot on the hardwood floor, the hem of her nightgown whispering around her ankles like an old prayer. The air was thick with the scent of burning wax and old books—her father’s sermon tapes still played like ghosts in the corners of the room. “The devil walks like a man, but you’ll know him by the way he makes you feel…”

She ignored the voice. She always did.

Her fingers drifted to the silver cross nestled between her breasts, the chain warm from her skin. It was the only thing her father ever gave her that felt like hers.

And that’s when the first knock came.

Three slow, uneven pounds against the old front door.

She froze.

The town was quiet this time of the day —nothing but crickets and the low hum of cicadas in the dark. This wasn’t a neighbor. This wasn’t human.

She opened the door.

The man standing there looked like he’d crawled out of hell. His skin was blistered, smoke trailing from every inch of exposed flesh. His shirt was torn, soaked in blood. His lips were cracked, and when he looked up at her, his eyes—green, glowing, ancient—pleaded without a word.

“Help me,” he rasped. “Sun got me… please…”

Summer, trembling, stepped back and let him in.

She didn’t ask herself why.

He stumbled inside, falling to his knees just beyond the threshold, hands clutching the wood like it burned. When she reached for him, his skin hissed where her fingers touched. He didn’t flinch. He just breathed her in like salvation.

Then came the second knock.

This one was hard. Urgent.

She opened the door to find a man—tall, brown-skinned, sweat beading down his temple, gun drawn and ready.

“I’m tracking someone,” he said. White male. Medium build. Looks... wrong?”

“You’d know if you saw him. He burns in daylight. He’s not… right.”

Summer blinked slowly. Her voice came out like velvet. “I haven’t seen anyone.” Summer blinked. The voice in her head screamed yes. But her lips said: “No one’s here but me.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “If you see him—run. He’s not what he looks like. You understand me?”

A pause. He stared at her, like he could smell the lie. But she just smiled, sweet and disarming.

The man cursed under his breath, turned, and left.

She closed the door.

When she turned around, the stranger the man she let in was standing now. was sitting in her father’s old sermon chair,

The wounds were gone.

His back was straight.

And his smile was inhuman.

blood soaking through the worn leather, steam still rising off his skin. Her father was at his feet—throat torn, eyes open. Dead.

Summer didn’t scream.

The man—no, the creature—smiled. Fangs flashed like ivory sabers in the candlelight. Claws. Eyes like burning red emeralds.

“You let me in,” he said, voice low and lilting. Not Southern anymore. Irish. Deep and old. “Most don’t.”

“My father said monsters would try to charm their way past the door,” she said, voice flat.

“Then he was right.”

She backed up. Her cross swung between her breasts.

Her trembling fingers reached for it, but he was already on his feet.

“I hate those things,” he muttered.

With a sudden motion, he ripped the cross from her chest, the chain snapping like thread. The cool metal left a red scratch between her breasts.

He leaned in, nose brushing her neck. “You smell like purity... like wine that’s never been sipped.”

“Let’s see,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over her like fire licking at paper, “just how much of a sinner you really are.”

She stood her ground.

“You gonna kill me?” she asked.

The vampire rose to his feet, slow, deliberate. His shirt clung to his body, wet with blood and ash. His eyes drank her in.

He smiled—hungry and unholy.

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “Not yet.”

His hand lingered against her collarbone.

“I’ve tasted centuries,” he whispered. “Kings. Whores. Martyrs. But you… you smell like something that’s never been touched.”

Summer didn’t step back.

She stepped forward.

“In the name of the Father,” she whispered, tears in her eyes, “forgive me.”

He laughed. Low. Wicked. Not kind.

“Too late for that, dove.”

Then his hand was in her hair, and she was dragged forward—not gently, but with purpose, the breath stolen from her lungs. His mouth crashed into hers, lips bruising, tongue forcing its way past hers like a storm through stained glass. She whimpered, but he didn’t pull away.

He groaned like it hurt to touch her. Like she burned him from the inside out.

“You’ve no idea what you just invited in.”

Her nightgown ripped like tissue in his hands. One vicious pull, and the fabric was gone—her bare body exposed to the flickering candlelight, to the creature that stood over her with his chest heaving and fangs glinting.

She shivered.

He smiled.

“Scared?” he rasped.

Summer shook her head. Her breath came fast, uneven. “No.”

“Liar.”

He shoved her back against the wall, her bare shoulder slamming against the wood hard enough to sting. She gasped, eyes wide, but he was already on her—grinding against her, teeth at her throat, clawed fingers bruising her thighs as he forced them open.

“You wanted a monster,” he snarled. “You get one.”

She cried out as he grabbed her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing, impaling her on his cock in one brutal thrust. No warning. No tenderness. Just possession.

She screamed—and he groaned, deep and primal, biting down hard on her shoulder as he bottomed out inside her.

“Fuck,” he growled, head thrown back. “You’re so tight it hurts.”

He didn’t wait. Didn’t slow.

He fucked her.

Hard. Fast. Cruel.

The wall shook behind her. Wood creaked. Candlelight flickered as her body bounced against him, as he took her like something owed, like her very soul was beneath his skin now.

“You let me in,” he hissed against her neck, fangs dragging lower. “You think that cross was gonna save you?”

She clawed at his back, moaning, sobbing, her body betraying her with every clench, every slick cry of pleasure.

“You think you were pure?” he snarled, thrusting harder. “You were waiting for me.”

Summer’s head fell back, tears streaking her cheeks—but her mouth opened in a scream as she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a damnation.

He wasn’t done.

He bit her.

Right where her neck met her shoulder—hard. Deep. She screamed again, more in ecstasy than pain, as her blood spilled into his mouth and he moaned, grinding into her as he drank.

“Sweet little thing,” he groaned. “You taste like guilt and grace.”

He came inside her with a snarl, hips slamming forward as his nails dug into her thighs, his body trembling against hers, still feeding, still moving until she was limp in his arms.

And even then, he didn’t let her go.

Not yet.

Not ever.

[aishangotome]

Chapter 12: A Multitude of Distinguished Guests (珠履三千) Part 2

Chapter 12 Part 1

♡———♡

Liu Bian: Put me down…

You: No! You… run… too slowly…

Liu Bian: I can turn into a cat, you know.

You: .....

You: If you could turn into a cat, why didn't you just slip out of the prison cell in the first place?!

Liu Bian: Because… because it was the will of Heaven! Heaven said that I would wait for the Prince of Guangling in the prison!

You: Shhh. Someone's there.

-

Liu Bian: ……How far have we run? Are they still following us?

Chan: ..............No. The sound of footsteps is still following… They're coming. Two sets of footsteps. Lord, are you alright?

You: ……I'm fine. Keep going.

Man's Voice: Your Highness looks very tired. Do you need wound medicine?

A warm voice came from the side. Under the moonlight, Liu Bei's figure emerged from the deep forest.

....A-Chan is looking to the left. The You Province soldiers must be lying in ambush there…

Liu Bei: Your Highness, please don't be nervous. I've come to… whoa! …Excuse me, I tripped.

Liu Bei: I've come to welcome the Master. It's too dangerous for Master Ling to travel at such a late hour.

You: Do you believe in the Way of the Five Pecks of Rice?

Liu Bei: The common people all believe in this way, and I believe in what the common people believe in.

Liu Bei: Master, come over here. If you don't come over, you will die as a martyr for the Prince of Guangling.

In the next moment, a tall figure in green robes, as imposing as a mountain, burst out of the darkness, his long saber slashing down towards us like a green dragon—

A-Chan shielded me and dodged the blade, but the wind of the strike grazed her upper arm.

Chan: So fast… Even though I heard it, I couldn't dodge it.

This person is… Liu Bei's lieutenant general, Guan Yu.

You: Do you want to kill me? Because I'm a fugitive?

Liu Bei: Because I want to protect the common people.

Liu Bian: Liu Bei, are you crazy? You're not allowed to kill… her…

Guan Yu knocked him unconscious.

You: ……Why? Isn't he your Master?

Liu Bei: What we believe in is the Way that the common people believe in, not a single Master.

Liu Bei: This Way, whether it's called the Way of the Five Pecks of Rice or the Way of the Eight Pecks of Rice, doesn't matter. Whatever can preserve the common people, Liu Xuande will believe in it.

You: The Way you believe in requires you to kill this king?

Liu Bei: Your Highness and Tao Qian are at odds. In the ensuing conflict, Pengcheng and Guangling will inevitably face a fierce battle.

Liu Bei: With internal strife in Xu Province, Yuan Shao and Cao Cao will definitely seize the opportunity to invade, making this battle extremely brutal. Your Highness's death can avoid internal strife, which is equivalent to saving hundreds of thousands of lives.

You: If there's no internal strife in Xu Province, foreign enemies won't invade Xu Province?

Liu Bei: They still will, but at least we can save the people who would have died in the internal strife.

Liu Bei: As long as I can save as many people as possible, I, Liu Bei, am willing to do anything and bear any accusation.

You: …I understand your Way.

Tonight, a life-and-death struggle is inevitable.

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Chapter 12 Part 3

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[speaknow-sw]

“Ode to Anakin’s Left Big Toe”

a slam poem by Oobie Boobie, toe prophet and Jedi outcast

Anakin.

Skywalker.

Chosen One.

Dark Side drama king.

But today… I speak not of your saber. Not of your scars.

No.

I speak of the left big toe.

The toe that stood in prophecy’s shadow,

yet carried the weight of a thousand fates.

A toe that gripped the inside of a Jedi boot with conviction.

A toe that braved sandstorms,

battles,

and awkward barefoot Force visions.

You think the Force flowed only through his hands?

Fools.

It flowed through every fiber of him—

every follicle,

every toe knuckle.

That big toe—

it pressed the button to activate the starfighter.

It curled when he saw Padmé across the Senate chamber.

It twitched—

oh, it TWITCHED—when Obi-Wan scolded him for being “reckless.”

It stubbed itself on the corner of destiny.

It peeked out of that boot with silent rebellion.

It said, “I, too, am part of this space opera.”

And then…

Mustafar.

The heat.

The betrayal.

The end.

And the left big toe?

Gone.

Reduced to ash.

Anakin fell,

but that toe—

that toe fell harder.

It didn’t get a funeral.

No monument.

No shrine.

But I remember it.

Oobie remembers.

Because heroes may rise and fall,

but toes?

Toes tell the truth.

So here’s to you,

Anakin’s left big toe—

silent soldier of the Clone Wars,

unspoken martyr of the Jedi Order,

and most tragically…

never moisturized.

—Oobie Boobie, Defender of Forgotten Digits

As a poet myself I acknowledge the prosaic poetry in front of my eyes but the rimes are...debatable. anyway I am now aware of Anakin left big toe 🙂‍↕️

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#5

(kicks door open) AND ANOTHER LUKE HEAD-CANNON!! Luke’s most powerful weapon is his ability of crushing the word no with his puppy-dog eyes.

Vader: I’m evil.

Luke: Please don’t be. (sad face)

Vader: Kay, I’m good.

-

Han: I don’t support the rebellion.

Luke: But can’t you? (hopeful face)

Han; Welp, let’s go kill some flying space-Nazis.

-

Yoda: You can’t save your friends.

Luke: But...I wanna. (pleading face)

Yoda: Aw, well, ok then.

-

Din: I only love my son.

Luke: Can I be included? (shy face)

Din: (slams marriage license down) Sign the fuck up, buttercup.

680 notes • Posted 2021-03-31 18:58:09 GMT

#4

Din: (trying to learn more about this [cute] Jedi to figure out if he’s trustful to take care of Grogu) So...what do you like to do?

Luke: (happy this very handsome DILF is talking to him) Well...I like sparring, fighting, teaching, taking care of kids, flying ships, visiting my family, hiding on quiet planets, I garden at times cause I used to be a farm-kid...also calms my mind, I apparently may have PTSD cause i’ve had two sets of parents die, two teachers die, friends die, my first crush die, was told my father was responsible for genocide, lost my hand to said father, has been tortured, hunted, left alone, and had to shoulder the weight of the entire galaxy basically alone...but I found Grogu and you and i’m starting a school so it’s better now...oh, I like to bake cakes :D 

Din: (on his knee) For the love everything holy, marry me...and use our marriage benefits to get therapy.

865 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 23:00:31 GMT

#3

Luke, a 5′6 cinnamon roll martyr: I am ready to die for this cause.

Din, a 5′11 built tired himbo: (picks him up and carries him away) You most certainly are not. 

1040 notes • Posted 2021-02-03 19:21:38 GMT

#2

Bo-Katan: You have to be the Mand'alor and rule as king. It is your duty and honor as the chosen one.

Din: Nah.

Bo-Katan: You could unite our broken people.

Din: None of my business.

Bo-Katan: You'd be powerful and adored.

Din: Yuck.

Leia (drinking a Pina Colada from the sidelines): You could marry my brother to keep galactic peace.

Din: ...so how quickly can we get the throne room updated? I'd like a chair next to mine for my consort. You think naming a city after him would be too much of a power move in my first year? Can I tax people if they look too long at him? Grogu will be called prince, by the way, and he gets his own wing in the palace. Kryze, keep up and help me get this coronation started.

1161 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 06:44:30 GMT

#1

Luke: Why is everyone so concerned about Top or Bottom?

Din: Luke...

Luke: I mean, I’d just be happy to have a bunk-bed.

Din: (sighs) Luke...it’s because of the tactical differences. Using a saber from the top would just be difficult. You want someone with a blaster on top to act as cover.

Luke: Oooh...that does make sense.

Han & Leia:...

Han: I gotta tell them.

Leia: No.

1307 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 00:00:23 GMT

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[itsuki-minamy]

PROFILE: KUSUHARA TAKERU

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Real name: Kusuhara Takeru

Terms of address: Kusahara

[PROFILE]

Birthday: May 5, Taurus

Blood type: O

Age: 20 (When he died.)

[APPEARANCE]

Physique: 1.69 cm in height.

Face, hair: Baby face like a child. Short hair.

Attire: Scepter 4 uniform.

Personal effects: Exclusive saber. Registered name "Ryuseimaru".

[HABITS, SKILLS]

· Scratches his head.

· Salute (custom of the riot police era).

[IMPRESSION, OTHER NOTES]

· Former member of Platoon Four. In the Platoon, he was good friends with Hidaka.

· After that, with the reorganization of "Scepter 4", he will practice fencing under the good rules of the "General Affairs Section Data Room".

[POSITION, OBJECTIVES]

A new recruit who has been withdrawn from the Metropolitan Police Department riot police to "Scepter 4".

In "Scepter 4", as a young member of the combat unit, other members love him.

[PERSONALITY, CONDUCT]

Friendly and sociable. He enters into relationships with walls without being afraid of them. As he often says things without thinking too much, he often becomes an "extra word", but, on the contrary, the atmosphere of the place often improves.

In terms of work, he is not right-handed, but since he tries to catch up with his surroundings in a direct effort, he is often loved by his superiors.

[FATE, ENDING]

He became the first martyr in the new "Scepter 4" under Reisi Munakata.

That death will have some effect on the organizational nature of "Scepter 4" that is being rebuilt.

[ABILITIES, TACTICS]

The sword is still bamboo for amateurs, but with intuitive reflex, he has the talent to take the "back point" of enemy attacks. This is a rare ability known as "Oni no Zenjo", which is associated with Zenjo Gouki, and will attract a lot of attention from the "Blue King" Munakata.

[POWER]

C- (Training in progress, still relatively weak for the clan member.)

[LIKES]

Curry, hamburger, etc. Infant palate.

[DISLIKE]

He is not good at scary stories.

[HOBBIES]

Baseball when he was a kid. He plays well sometimes, but there are a lot of mistakes.

He's basically the type of person who is in the circle of people, and he often has a lot of fun being invited by other people, like playing sports or going to live shows.

On the contrary, there is no particular enthusiastic hobby that he can deeply enjoy alone.

[FASHION]

Not so fashionable. The sense of plain clothes is safe.

He often roams the dojo premises in T-shirts.

[BODY]

The basic physical ability is not at all low, but the movement is somewhat clumsy.

In particular, despite the highly social nature, he sometimes disrupts the circle of collective action.

This is because the "reflex", which is too sensitive, is activated at an unexpected moment. "Time is off" in various ways.

[INTELLIGENCE]

He's not good at complicated thinking, but he's very intuitive and sometimes you notice a different perspective than others.

[BELIEFS]

Generally, he does not become ill-intentioned because of the bad faith of others and acts well.

This is also because instinctual reflex drives hostility towards oneself. Most people think they can understand him by speaking, and if not, they instinctively avoid or treat him.

[RELATIONSHIPS]

[EARLY YEARS]

Although he lived in the society of common people, he witnessed a Strain case and the dispatch of "Scepter 4" during the new era of riot police, and at the same time, he found his talent in the "Blue King" Munakata and in the world of people with powers. He then he went into "Scepter 4".

[TIMELINE]

· 1992, Kusuhara Takeru is born.

· 2011, Summer. At 19 he meets Munakata.

· 2011, Winter. Spring 2012. He is enlisted and appointed to the Sword Movements Section of Scepter 4.

· 2012, May. He moved into the General Affairs Division room. He is trained by Zenjo Gouki.

· 2012, June. Assigned to the Special Task Force. He dies on his first mission protecting Munakata.

[ATTITUDE AND THOUGHTS TOWARDS OTHERS]

[TERMS OF THE ADDRESS FOR HIMSELF]

The first person is "Boku". The second person is "Anata", "(Person's name)-san", and so on.

Basically, there are a lot of conversations from a "currently junior" point of view. The tone is usually honorific. If he has a close older friend, he may have a bad tone.

[TOWARDS REISI MUNAKATA]

He calls him "Captain".

No matter how good or bad everyone is, he will not hesitate to speak to the Blue King Munakata, and will openly question even his peculiar words.

There is no such thing within Scepter 4, and if Munakata keeps Kusuhara close, the air within Scepter 4 may have changed.

[TOWARDS ZENJO GOUKI]

He calls him "Zenjo-san".

Zenjo Gouki opens his mind even when he tries to stay away from other people, just like he does with other humans. Also, he acts as a caretaker for Zenjo who is clumsy.

This was also Munakata's order in anticipation of Kusuhara's personality and compatibility, but in the end, due to Kusuhara's death, Zenjo's attitude became stubborn again.

[TOWARDS AKIRA HIDAKA AND GROUP 4]

He calls them using the "-san".

Compared to other peers, the relationship is somewhat close.

Standing position like a younger brother of four. He especially likes Hidaka.

[sanctummilitis]

There was a sense of inevitability about it. From the very beginning, it was a decision she knew would not last — some habits simply too ingrained to change, no matter what story be told to argue otherwise. Here, at the end of an ascendant of flowers, on the precipice above an unforgiving ocean, in a monument to heroics, she was tethered to Savior’s Respite.

She would always come back. Turning away was akin to ignoring everything that made her Saber. 

Seabreeze swept by stronger than usual, as if awaited in preparation for her return, knowing she would be here again. The crash of waves far below just as ever constant, like those gulls who sailed the sky, bound for destinations unknown even to themselves. a mere three months. Simultaneously it felt both like yesterday and an age since treading the blossom-laden path. There was no changing that this place had been where some dearly important died, and her mind came dangerously close. Nor clarity of those sacrifices upon this edge were made willingly or martyred. On which side of such a thin line Servants and Masters resided. Whether they could be saved or not.

Fingers curled around the crown tapping against her breastplate by wind’s enchantment; it stilled her thoughts, served reminder to the oath pledged in a world bleached and an isle segregated. She still had a duty to her Master, humanity and those collected in Spirale who sought refuge from the cruelties which haunted their before. Those burdened with enormity of an impossibly weighted title their own, might finally find solace on the isle — their hellish pilgrimages given pause or rest.

They could not be spared nor healed, and the Stars unstoppable, yet for those majority tranquil days, might the illusion of peace relieve them. trials of past, presents and future lie far beyond Radiale’s shore, and there they should stay, allow reprieve for the weary, temporary or hollow it may be — they should be liberated from their turmoil here, and stronger by the past weeks had her conviction toward that end, assured the restoration of her power in full had been to accomplish the very cause.

Theirs narrow roads inescapable, and should they resume, she should do naught but watch, wish them well, even if protective mercy urged her hand to reach forth — it were not for her to impede them or betray wholehearted resolutions. When even Britain itself stood in opposition to stop her, she did not relent, so she owed they the respect of solidarity, no matter how brutal their path. Be they gruelling legacy of the past or an ongoing torment, she would put her strength toward maintaining Spirale as a sanctuary for ones separated from whatever colossal task may await. Shelter that host tentative release and serenity. As a king who dedicated herself to the people, born a preserver, it were a natural conclusion — not to lose herself after a mere stumble and let emotions in their complexity discompose steadfast objective. That for which King Arthur was conceived.

An unblinking seat upon knees resumed her usual spot.

[blackmagi]

And then there was only calm, fluttering remnants of magic floated like fireflies around them. He stood there, motionless, the long braid curling and twisting in the air.

"It's pointless, isn't it? I've started fights over less. Can you even fathom what it means to be so strong nothing in the world can amuse you? Yeah, this place's cursed. But holds a lot of..." playthings? 'rivals'? Probably all at the same time.

"Tis' fine, we're done. They made her vanish, just like they turn this city to ash from time to time." it sounded like reason, or at least close to reason and understanding. Or perhaps he was tired of fighting as much as he enjoyed it.

"You've lost 'em too, eh?" Judar concluded, still clutching the wand. He could easily throw a treacherous attack. It felt as if he no longer wished to fight, but instead found someone strong enough to be worthy of his words. And it wasn't a whim.

"What do you do. Haven't you cursed the stars?"

What he attempted to enact was not malicious destruction, but violent grief. Burning down the abode would leave not an empty reminder of a relationship severed by powers beyond their own, a hollow place where only memories resided. An echo he might feel only torment when a deadline had been imposed on whatever cheer i brought him passed.

As outward thrust once more writhing mourn, Saber stood firm against the wave, moving neither to intercept as if he were proceeding with offensive action or shield herself from its force. Such outburst she were familiar with, and had resolved to accept — for a channel to unload pain would ease the burdened spirits of its carrier.

"Had she a choice in the matter, she would have never left. you know that we are at the mercy of the Stars and their whims. Some do return, others do not — it is one more manner in which they torment those of this domain: leaving you in limbo". Were it better to feel relief a friendly face had been released from the isle or crave their treasured company had become a personal question to each.

Gawain, Tristan, Lancelot, Mordred, Bedivere, Irisviel. How she missed each dear, but held back, wishing not to trouble them with her selfish yearns. As a king, she could allow none — she existed for others — and he'd no such duty.

"Fighting will not lure her back, it might only serve as entertainment. Should you wish to continue, I shall honour your decision and meet your feelings with my blade. The process following loss is a uniquely personal one, though you need not face it alone — it is a suffering with which many are acquainted".

[loner-viking]

A king without greed is even worse than a figurehead! Saber. You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.

Rider

[acecombatmutual]

ok ok okay so like. seiba gush under the cut

what really seriously one hit KOs me about her is that like OKAY in story of idylls of the king in the guinivere part (iirc thats what its called) when guin is in the nunnery trying to atone for her sins or w/e, arthur actually comes to see her and despite the fact thFUCK let me get the book out let me quote him direclty

‘nevertheless, o guinivere, in spite of it all, i love the still! let no man dream but that i love thee still! perchance, if thou purify thy soul and lean on our fair father christ, hereafter in that world where all are pure we may two meet before high god, and thou wilt spring to me, and claim thee mine, and know i am thy husband’ LIKE FUCK god okay theres another quote

‘but shameful sin with lancelot corrupted all my court, and smote all that my heart most desired; so that i care not greatly if i lose my life’ 

and from the opening of ‘the passing of arthur’: ;when king arthur rode forth from his farewell of the humbled queen at the covenant in almsbury, his heart lay dead within him. he ahd lost faith in the world, and in himself, and, as he told the queen, he did not greatly care to live.’

LIKE and then like in fate zero- in fate zeros final episodes when arturia is like ‘how could i expect to know a man from three command seals when i couldnt know those closest to me’ and ‘perhaps it was not i who should have been king’ and the ENTIRE holy grail dialogue episode where she has to defend herself for acting like a martyr because britain needed it- like, good lord, the amount of pain shes been through really just one hit KOs me BUT LIKE here is the thing HERE is the thing throughout ALL of that she CONTINUES to stay kind like my utmost favorite example is that scene with guinivere- the real monologue in the book is like two and  a half pages & i almost cried reading it but FUCKING GOD all of her strength comes from kindness!!! fuck!!! she is so kind and strong and brave and smart and FUCK!!!!!!

in the grail meeting episode too (rewatching it as we speak) she LITERALLY just takes all the blame for britain falling & im just One Hit KO’d.. LIKE she says (paraphrasing) that a king should be able to make any sacrifice for their country and iskandar & gil just fucking Jump On Her Ass About It????

(‘we are heroes because we are tyrants’ saber alter)

‘so you a king are a slave to what is right’ ‘i am- kings are martyrs to their ideals’ ‘did you never stop to think about those who fought for you; you may have indeed saved them but you never led them; you followed your ideals to the end and thus you are no true king’ LIKE FUCK MAN FUCK!!!!!!!!!! FUCK MAN FUCK!!!  GILGAMESH IMMEDIATELY STARTS LAUGHING @ HER AFTER THIS PART FUCK MAN....

ANYWAY i really do love seiba this post is disjointed and disorganized but i NEEDED to gush because uauuauuauauauauauauauuauauauauauaauuauuauauauauauauuauauauau (EXPLODES) PLEASE READ STORY OF IDYLLS OF THE KING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ganymedesclock]

If it was up to you and there were FIVE Sincline Ships instead of three, what personalities/values/traits would you give each one? Would they be identical to the Lions, or else similar, or even different?

While I haven’t gotten to talk about it much on the blog proper (I’m trying to actually write the story, so that is somewhat shutting my spoilery mouth) this is one of the big concepts behind my fan-continuity, Voltron Wayfarer.

That said, I think the three Sincline ships were a reference to Albegas. Roughly: “classic Voltron” is actually two shows stuck together, Beast King GoLion (that contains the parts we’d think of as more traditionally Voltron, with five Lion-shaped ships, Zarkon, Haggar, and Lotor) and Armored Fleet Dairugger (which became “Vehicle Voltron” and was a fifteen-man crew split into three different teams of five pilots each. They were alluded to heavily in Pidge’s ending scenes- you can see most of the VV crew standing around Pidge, and Chip is spotlit- he’s not a robot in the original Vehicle Voltron, but he is one of the VV pilots)

There was a third series that they planned to add to the continuity to become “Gladiator Voltron”- that was Albegas. Albegas had three components- Alpha, Beta, and Omega (you see where it got its name) and had the interesting property that it could take different forms based on which mecha stacked on top of it. So, in that sense, while my personal interest is splitting Sincline into five rather than into three, and setting it up more as a parallel to Voltron, I think you could have some real fun with the three-ship formation with the idea that Sincline would have different forms based on reshuffling its composition. It would align very much with how a lot of Lotor’s personal technology is set up- like the 360 wing fighters that steer by altering their position.

That said, here are my concepts of the five Sincline Lions (not necessarily 100% canon for Wayfarer since I”m still working on the Sincline Lion designs there, so this is just going to be based off of VLD’s Sincline)

Just in general I kinda like to imagine the Sincline Lions wouldn’t have solid blocks of color on their bodies like the Voltron Lions do, but, would rather have tiger stripes, giving them something of the look of a liger, reflecting how significant it is to Team Sincline that they’re all sort of “of two worlds.”

White

Counterpart to the Black Lion and the head of Sincline. Lotor’s Lion. Smaller wings compared to Black comprised of glowing pink ‘petals’, but has a long, dragon-like tail. The Mediator, leadership as evaluation and unification of disparate components.

Rather than wings, summons something like a peacock train as part of its teleportation attack. Capable of using mesmerizing shows of light to disorient foes and project its presence where it isn’t.

In Lotor’s hands, the white bayard takes the form of a basket-hilt sword with a sectioning whip-blade. 

Cyan

Counterpart to the Red Lion and the right arm of Sincline. Acxa’s Lion. Slightly bigger than Red, but with a sleeker shape. The Herald, loyalty as a devotion to ideals and honor rather than a singular person.

Fire breath is narrowed to an intense, short-range blue flame capable of cutting through almost anything in its path. Multiple nested jets throughout its body allow impressive precision control of trajectory, though it is an incredibly difficult system to master and use effectively with Cyan’s potent top speed.

In Acxa’s hands, the cyan bayard takes the form of either a short-bladed katar or a blaster.

Pink

Counterpart to the Green Lion and the left arm of Sincline. Narti’s Lion. Completely eyeless. The Mystic, curiosity as an openness to all channels around it.

Capable of emitting an electrical pulse that at low levels allows it to sense its surroundings including cloaked entities. At high levels the same pulse becomes a potent disruptor that scrambles other sensing equipment.

In Narti’s hands, the pink bayard takes the form of a clawed gauntlet for climbing and close-quarters combat.

Orange

Counterpart to the Blue Lion and the right leg of Sincline. Ezor’s Lion. Has colorful markings. The Infiltrator, empathy as a willingness to forge into hostile territory for the benefit of the team.

Manufactures and sprays a corrosive acid capable of eating through enemy ships and physical barriers. This chemical manufacture and spraying equipment can be repurposed for numerous different results, including a super-chilling fog that ices up anything it strikes.

In Ezor’s hands, the orange bayard takes the form of a kusarigama.

Indigo

Counterpart to the Yellow Lion and the left leg of Sincline. Zethrid’s Lion. Features protruding saber tusks from its upper jaw. The Martyr, compassion as becoming a shield to allies and a punishing instrument against enemies.

Capable of projecting spikes from multiple points in its body that can be used to ram and snare attacking foes, dealing damage and grappling them in place. The spikes can also be fired to embed in an enemy and anchor tethers to allow Indigo to haul them around or slow them down, or better secure the Lion to its environment.

In Zethrid’s hands, the indigo bayard takes the form of a shoulder-mounted artillery piece.

[beanmaster-pika]

I ended up getting encouraged to talk about my aus so thank you all for enabling my self-indulgence

Swan Prince AU

This one’s the first one? And it’s more of a royalty AU, actually. Licht vacations in the Servamp kingdom every summer but one day he gets cursed by an evil magician (Touma) to turn into a swan. Hyde, who’s the same age as him and therefore his designated playmate when they were kids, recognizes it’s him and freaks out because if the Jekylland kingdom finds out they let this happen then there could be a war and no one wants that thank you very much.

I’m actually more interested in worldbuilding than the plot so :/ For reasons I have not thought up, there’s the ‘older bunch’ of Servamps (Kuro to Freya) and the ‘younger bunch’ (Hyde to Lily) and there’s like a ten-year age gap between the olders and the youngers, and then there’s Tsubaki, who’s twelve and illegitimate. Kuro inherited the throne at 17 when their dad disappeared and by the time Tsubaki’s mother showed up a couple years after with a baby that had the last king’s eyes, the kingdom had stagnated. However, a baker named Mahiru starts showing up at the castle to petition the king, and he appears so frequently and his words are so sensible (”He’s got to have studied statecraft,” Hugh declared. “There’s no way he hasn’t.”) that Kuro’s siblings up and offer him a job as the king’s advisor. After many arguments and finally a heart-to-heart where Mahiru learns that the last king once allowed Kuro to make a decision that almost led the whole country to war, they start to work towards understanding each other and cooperating and it’s tough, but by the time the present story rolls around the kingdom is flourishing. 

The older bunch all hold a place in court; Hugh is a minister of internal affairs, and he, Kuro, and Mahiru are at the heart of the kingdom’s laws; Jeje is the most knowledgeable about magic, especially curses, and works as both a consultant and investigator, though he’s sent to the Alicein kingdom along with Lily (16 at the time of the story, two years younger than Hyde) to serve as ambassadors and tutors to the king’s sons; and Freya’s the head of the army and the most terrifying person in the kingdom. The people love her. There’s a more even distribution of power than there was before Kuro inherited the throne - Mahiru’s influence and Kuro’s reluctance to be in charge of literally everything see to that - and provincial courts have juries put in place so that people are no longer solely at the mercy of sometimes corrupt judges.

On a different note, Hyde starts out as a sweet kid, but when his friend-and-maybe-crush Princess Ophelia two kingdoms over dies when he’s sixteen he goes wild in his grief and takes up with a group of bandits and starts hurting people. When confronted by his siblings, he declares that if the world is so cruel as to take Ophelia’s life, then his actions are just a drop in the bucket. Now, this is very much wrong and a problem, so Kuro manages to seal him temporarily into hedgehog form for a month (EDIT: yes he can normally transform into a hedgehog, no Licht doesn’t know at first, yes animal transformation is a common ability in their kingdom, and no the sealing is not a common or easy practice. It’s legitimate grounds for Kuro to self-prescribe absolute bed rest in order to recover from the drain on his energy, and he’s stronger than normal mages and had assistance to boot; a month is the very limit he can achieve with that) saying that if he’s lost his grasp on his humanity, then perhaps he’ll find it again in an inhuman form, and then they drop him off at the summer villa reserved for Prince Licht with Guildenstern as a caretaker. Now, unbeknownst to everyone, Licht arrived for vacation even though it’s midwinter, and he is absolutely taken with the hedgehog that’s wandering through the villa (”Oh Shit,” Guildenstern said. Hyde agreed. This was very much an Oh Shit situation.). It turns out that while he hadn’t known Princess Ophelia personally, he’d had mad respect for her for stepping up to enact a change in her kingdom’s politics even though it had ended in her assassination. He and Hyde end up having furious arguments over ideology (Licht still doesn’t know that Hyde’s there, and he doesn’t connect the voice with the hedgehog) and in the end, he helps Hyde regain his humanity - to be human is to desire, to desire is to dream, and to dream is to push your imagination past its very limits and work for it. That ends up breaking the seal prematurely, much to everyone but Licht’s relief. Licht’s pissed that the hedgehog turned out to be Hyde. And when Licht is cursed to be a swan, well, Hyde’s worried about it affecting relations with the Jekylland kingdom, yeah, but he also wants to do for Licht what Licht did for him: make him human again.

ANYWAY HERE’S THE DOODLES

Teacher AU

Because now they’re teachers.

This one has basically nothing in it yet aside from it being fun to consider what subjects they’d teach (Mahiru’s home ec; Kuro’s phys ed; Hugh’s history; Jeje’s art; Freya’s a counselor; Hyde’s literature; World End’s either a history or foreign language teacher; Lily’s a student teacher; Licht’s a piano instructor now; Otogiri’s the school’s doctor) and what everyone else would be (Tsurugi and squad are bodyguards; Iduna’s an engineer; Tsuyuki’s with the government; Sham’s with the government; Higan’s a wandering artist; Sakuya’s a psychologist; Ryuusei and Koyuki haven’t factored in at all oops; everyone else either has their canon profession or they’re college or high school students). One of the tidbits I actually spared thought to is that Kuro took a couple gap years and ended up in the same freshman Psych 101 class as Sakuya (who at present shares an apartment with Mahiru) and they somehow bonded and even after the class ended they became texting buddies (usually of memes) and hung out from time to time, but then Mahiru (after getting fired from his first school for some sort of reckless behavior) gets hired to the school all the Servamps are gathered at and starts out pretty argumentative with Kuro but eventually they gain a mutual understanding and maybe the beginnings of a relationship and Sakuya puts two and two together from conversations with Mahiru and texting with Kuro that the man he’s in love with might be in love with his texting buddy and he doesn’t know how to deal with that and so stops texting Kuro, and Kuro finds out about it from talking to Mahiru and then this happens

Kuro, throwing a chicken nugget at Sakuya’s window: why are u ghosting me Sakuya, opening the window: can u throw another

And they talk and all is well again. A poly ending is absolutely in the stars because Mahiru loves them both and they agree to it.

Also the other thing is this

Pokemon AU

This is the one I like the most right now! I actually have a couple of chapters written for it that I haven’t posted yet but basically the whole Servamp thing remains, but the pokemon that they transform into actually have their own personalities - rather than a transformation, it’s a shared body thing, and the human form is a manifestation of the vampire (formerly human) soul. I haven’t ironed out all the details of why this is happening, but I like the idea of them never being alone, though I haven’t figured out quite how this will change them. Hyde’s gonna be fun and also painful to figure out.

Fate AU

LET’S GET THIS HOLY GRAIL BREAD

Mahiru’s uncle was going to take part in the holy grail war but Mahiru accidentally summoned instead and what he summoned was Kuro, a Lancer. Add to that that Sakuya is still his best friend, was meant to be a pawn of Touma’s but ended up being Master-napped by the Saber he summoned (Tsubaki), and Tsubaki wants vengeance on Kuro, and we’ve got another round of heartbreaks on our hands because Fate is nothing but heartbreaks. The Alicein brothers are also there, summoning the same Servants (Caster and Archer) that their grandfather and Mikuni’s mom summoned, and they know that the Grail is tainted so they’re out to destroy it. Their backstory is a little tweaked with Mikuni just stealing his mom’s command seals to protect Misono instead of killing her, and he grabs Misono and absconds to the Church where they stay until Mikage ensures that Mikuni’s mom can never hurt Misono again after the War. Misono goes home, but Mikuni goes to study at the Clock Tower and comes back just in time for the next war. (There’s more under the pictures)

Tetsu summons Rider, but his sisters are the masterminds of the operation; they’re doing their best to restore their family in an age of declining mana, and Tetsu’s got the best Magic Circuits among them so he’s tasked with summoning, but they’re operating under the strict principle that if any of their lives are endangered, especially Tetsu’s, then they halt the project immediately and seek refuge with the Church. Hugh’s hyped about the whole ‘restoring the family’s magic’ thing.

Licht, on the other hand, comes from a family that’s at the very height of their magical power. He doesn’t believe in an omnipotent wish granter because he feels that it’s cheating, but to win the Grail is the goal of every mage out there so he’s in it for the glory. For a summoning catalyst he uses a bracelet that was supposed to belong to a martyr princess of old (”She gave her life for her goals,” Licht said in awe. “Yep, it’s very impressive. Please do not do the same,” Licht’s mother said.), but it turned out to belong to the other person connected to her legend, a man who was terrible and cruel, uncaring of others after he was driven mad in grief, and so Licht summons a demon of an assassin and Crantz (regular human) is left babysitting these goons while Licht’s parents hold down the fort in Austria.

Now, the Berserker team. I just want you all to know that the ones I was most excited about is the Berserker team. Tsurugi carried out the summoning here, Touma’s other pawn, and he added a madness enhancement, changing Freya’s class from Shielder to Berserker. Tsurugi, unlike Sakuya, is a highly trained operative and adult and one of the Church’s Executors, and he’s also completely under Touma’s thumb so he’s an ideal proxy even though Touma couldn’t snatch Sakuya’s command seals like he intended to. Unfortunately, Freya’s madness has just released her inhibitions and she’s this fucking close to pulling a Tsubaki and Master-napping Tsurugi. She does her best - in her limited capacity - to get Tsurugi away from Touma and it all culminates in Touma deciding she’s too much of a loose cannon and trying to take Tsurugi’s command seals away, but the seals instead go to Iduna somehow (haven’t figured that out yet) and Iduna and Freya spirit Tsurugi away to help him recover. Shortly after Iduna develops a magic item that’ll dampen the effect of the madness enhancement, more or less reverting Freya to her original class.

Now, this Grail War is an absolute clusterfuck by this point, mostly because all the summoned Servants are siblings, so a Ruler comes in - drum roll please - World End! Because who better to solve a sibling squabble than another sibling, even if he is the third youngest. This is mostly because I want World End to be included in stuff. World End’s in my Pokemon AU. I failed to elaborate on that but since that’s the AU I’m actually writing it’s all good. Anyway they’re all gathered in a sort of war council at a family restaurant to work out their intense family issues and then World barges in ‘WHAT’S UP THIS IS A PRETTY AWKWARD REUNION.’

This actually might be one of my favorites on account of being able to have them all be different physical ages but keeping their age hierarchy since Heroic Spirits can be summoned at whichever point of their lives was significant, and also this means that I can just make up lore for them. In ten, twenty years I’m probably going to look back on this and groan but for now I’m going to have fun with it.

For Kuro, he took down an entire army on his own at age eighteen and then retreated from the world. Hugh stopped a war when he was small (this threat of war surfaced again when he was older; this was when Kuro took down a whole army). Jeje became a famous outlaw. Freya overthrew a government in order to protect her soldiers. Hyde served a princess, but she gave her life for peace, and shortly afterwards his older brother killed their father; Hyde turned cold and cruel after that. World End inherited his sister’s kingdom after she died in battle and stood strong against threats from other kingdoms, displaying sharp wisdom despite his brash personality. Snow Lily used his illusions to carry out a large scale rescue operation on a child trafficking ring. And Tsubaki? Tsubaki was but a man who inherited a sword from his father, then vanished into the night when that same father was killed. He could have - should have - been summoned as an avenger, but for the sake of story convenience and keeping the war to the traditional seven classes, I chose saber for him.

[seiramili7]

Fate Zero: Quotes 1

“A king without greed is even worse than a figurehead! Saber. You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves. You saved them, but you never led them. You never showed them what a king should be. You abandoned your men when they lost their way. Then, alone and untroubled, you fallowed your own petty little ideals. Thus, you are no true king. You are only a little girl, enraptured by false idol of the king who serves others, but not themselves” 

- Rider/Alexander The Great,  Fate/Zero 

[swordworks-blog]

burdensword replied to your post:

“even without bound by the command seal, i will not hesitate to protecting my master should you try to kill him Archer.”

“Of course, I expected no less from the king of knights.” She was probably the biggest obstacle he had face, unfortunately for her though, Archer knew Emiya Shirou better than her, better than anyone, and he knew that this stupid boy wouldn’t allow his servant to get hurt to protect him. No, he’d try to live his idiotic dream of being a martyr, too stubborn and blind to listen to any complaints. Sooner or later he’d run straight into Archer’s sword, if he thought it to be necessary to save Saber. “I wonder if Emiya Shirou will permit this, though.”

[metalindex-hu]

Fémjelzés – a hét újdonságai (2021. január 18-24.)

Fémjelzés – a hét újdonságai (2021. január 18-24.) - https://metalindex.hu/2021/01/24/femjelzes-a-het-ujdonsagai-2021-januar-18-24/ -

Ezen a héten is megjelent pár fontos lemez. Íme, az elmúlt hét nap kínálata metal anyagok megjelenése terén:

Abandonment – Focused to Imminent Desolation (brutális death metal) Aethyrick – Apotheosis (black metal) Alkonost – Ведомые ветром / Vedomye Vetrom (folk/pogány/doom/black metal) Aller Sterne Untergang – Sturmtief Nordwest (black metal) Apostisy – The Paradox of Existence (melodikus doom/death metal) Artery – Slavery Inside (EP) (thrash metal) Aspar – Maifrost (melodikus death metal) Asphyx – Necroceros (death/doom metal) Beshenitar – Around the 13 Sins (nyers depresszív black metal/ambient) Bestial Entity – Treason of the Dead (EP) (black/death metal) Bestraberto – 2020 (black metal) Bloodkill – Throne of Control (thrash/groove metal) Bloodstained Resurrection – Flame’s Veneration (black metal) Booze Serpent – Slices of Death (black/death metal/grindcore) Children of the Phantom – The Age of Unease and Malaise (Industrial doom metal) Conviction – Conviction (doom metal) Dea – Thulean Sorcery (black/thrash metal/ambient) Death Crusader – Death Crusader (heavy metal) Deimos – Those Who Built the Sky (progresszív groove/thrash metal) Ekdikēsis – Canvas of a New Dawn (avantgárd/post-black metal) Ektomorf – Reborn (groove/thrash metal/HC) Endezzma – The Archer, Fjord and the Thunder (black metal) Evil Dream – Arctic (melodikus death metal) Exentria – Lost (melodikus groove metal) Exumbras – Beyond Death and Eternal Void (black metal) Fathomage – Psalms of Reverence and Lamentations (atmoszferikus black metal) Fullmoon Tyrant – The Night of the Tyrant (black metal) Galactic Tyrannosaur – Super Void (stoner/doom metal) Generation Steel – The Eagle Will Rise (heavy metal) Gorbenium Nephris – Чума (brutális death metal) Grabesfurcht – Wachkoma (post-black metal) Grabunhold – Heldentod (black metal) Grave Gnosis – Lux Nigredo (atmoszferikus black metal) Grima – Rotten Garden (atmoszferikus black metal) Holy Mother – Face This Burn (heavy/power metal) Hulder – Godslastering: Hymns of a Forlorn Peasantry (black metal) Hysterorrhexis – Maggots Infest the Limb (brutális death metal) Immense – Torture Banished (brutális death metal) In Autumnus – Dysphoria Sonata (atmoszferikus black metal/post-rock) Indus Valley Kings – Indus Valley Kings (stoner metal/rock) Kaal Akuma – In the Mouth of Madness (death metal) Keys of Solomon – Overlooking the Forgotten (progresszív black metal) Killing Ritual – Dead on Arrival (death metal) Kitties of Death – Cycle of Emptiness (avantgárd black metal) Klanen – Coerced into Desolate Eternity (black metal) Kortirion – Beneath a Stelliferous Empyrean (black metal) Kraken – Tales of Terror (thrash metal) Labÿrinth – Welcome to the Absurd Circus (progresszív power metal) Les Chants de Nihil – Le tyran et l’esthète (black metal) Lux – Embed (post-black metal) Magnetic Storm – My Own War (melodikus groove metal) Mágoa – The Ancient Ones (experimental black metal) Martvl Nighty Ravenheart – Zool (death/black/thrash metal) Mortajas – Mortajas (doom metal) Myrdød – Spells ov the River Witch (black/death metal) Nervosa – Perpetual Chaos (thrash metal) Noen hater oss – Siste Stopp Skjærsilden (black metal) Nosk of the Void – Nosk of the Void (black metal) Opresión – Furia Metal (thrash metal) Phantom Elite – Titanium (szimfonikus metal) Piney – The Extreme Force (heavy metal/Shred) Pit of Doom – Despairity (melodikus death/thrash metal) Plagueborne – A Blueprint for Annihilation (death metal) Porcha – III (nyers black metal/ambient) Radhost – Slunovrat (black metal) Red Cain – Kindred: Act II (progresszív/groove metal) Repaid in Blood – Reflective Duality (progresszív death metal) Saber Tiger – Paragraph V (power/progresszív metal) Sadistic Domain – Descomposición mortal (death/black metal) Scârnav – Relics (progresszív/melodikus death metal) Scarred – Scarred (groove/thrash/death metal) Scut – Chronicles of Human Abyss (death metal) Siechtum – Hinab (nyers black metal) SlugWeed – Omega Five Zero (stoner/doom/sludge metal) Snow – Fast N’ Heavy Loud N’ Slow (sludge metal/crossover) StarGazer – Psychic Secretions (avantgárd black/death metal) Stygian Shore – Ultra Psychic Nightmares (heavy metal) Suffersystem – Torn In Rotten Flesh (death/thrash metal) Szamot – Dreams (atmoszferikus black metal/ambient) Taakka – The Dark Cathedral (black metal) The Fabled Fallen – Dreams (power metal) Therion – Leviathan (szimfonikus/opera-metal) Thermohaline – Maelström (avantgárd black metal) Thorn | Fumes – Fumes / Thorn (split) (death/doom metal) Torus – Damsel (thrash/groove metal) Van Diemen – Van Diemen (melodikus death metal) Vandrer – In Search of the Path of Return (doom metal) Vyatûr – The Beginning (black metal) Wandering Martyr – Misery Nightfall (atmoszferikus black metal) Wanklank – Waar klanken de ruimte en tijd verbinden (black metal) Wardruna – Kvitravn (ambient/neofolk) Winter Dynasty – The East Hell (ambient black metal)

[sanctummilitis]

bakerstreetdetective​:

The Jig is up.

Run? No way it succeed. Her speed as a saber would cut him down. Knowing his ill intention she will make sure he is taken down no matter the cost.

Fight? Zero percent also. He might know martial arts and do a bit of fencing. But Saber not only battle harden but also will end him in one swing of her sword. He disarm weapon enemies before….but he knows for sure he wouldn’t be able to easily disarm a trained king.

His only chance might to get under her skin enough she get blinded by rage as Holmes try to do his best to think his way out of this.

Ninety Cm sword. It’s invisible air don’t allow Holmes to deduce much else like which sword it is. He only have a understanding of western swordman ship as the two are now eyeing each other down as hostiles.

Holmes need to choose his words carefully. The jig is up but maybe he could still salvage this.

“If only you protected your country with such ferocity. Tell me…why so much effort for a single normal girl? Protecting the flawed NOW instead of what COULD be? I’m sure you have plenty of regrets no? Just what is so valuable about the CURRENT human order to put in so much effort?”

He not hiding it or try to bs it. He just trying to look around for ANYTHING to throw. Pocket sand or anything. Just enough to blind her and land a single blow to the head to stun her so he can get a sliver of a shot in finishing his work.

So far no luck. He trying to get as much cover as he can as Saber not letting him leave her sight. 

How troublesome. Where are the other apostles when you need them?

She bristled. He was goading her. Kiritsugu mocked her the same — disregarded that, despite it not being enough, she had done everything within her power to save her nation. He chastised her the martyr deeming herself the only sacrifice necessary, even once fractures splintered the Round Table. Arturia Pendragon had never been an ordinary girl — she had been bred and raised for Britain’s throne — but at one time, Ritsuka Fujimaru had. She were a mage who diminished her importance, humble so to write herself off as average and extraordinarily lucky. But no ordinary mage could perform what she had accomplished. Humanity rode on her shoulders, and in spite of that tremendous weight, her legs slugged forward, no matter the snapping of bones and oozing of blood. So long as she could, she would. That was the essence of Chaldea’s Master — a being who fought against the impossible, grasping what love and hope there were for a tomorrow constantly under siege, while never turning a blind eye to yesterday.

In her eyes had flashed unending pain and admiration for the Sherlock Holmes of whom she was robbed, she protested fiercely he was family irrespective of the circumstances behind his summoning. And here he was... speaking of her as nothing. It were infuriating — she loved him, and he dismissed her with bitter coldness. Unforgivable. Stoic had she played when delivering the uncomfortable truth of being Ruler and Avenger to the Master, but she could not help but feel flames coil about her heart to hear such insult levied the woman's way. Teeth ground themselves and fingers tighter about her unseen hilt squeezed, a slight shudder from the intensifying pressure of the vice grip.

"She has given up everything and more. the Sherlock Holmes who stayed by her would understand why any would take up their weapon in her name". Valour and reputation had long lost meaning for Chaldea's pivotal existence, but such blatant degradation of her character Saber would never accept. "'Flawed'? And your world is without? Do not mock us, Ruler — Chaldeas would have no need to fight if it were a utopia. We fight because, flawed or not, it is our world — and we will not simply surrender to be culled".