#to love and protect the uruk and devote his life to them

[greenleaf4stuff]

@varda-starqueen breaking my heart and those of everyone else with these tags #Sorry if I made you cry#But I'm doing it again!#Adar has been subject to the worst conditions#Adar has endured cruelties even the bravest couldn't bear to hear spoke aloud#and yet...#Adar loves#Adar mourns#Adar is selfless#Adar gives all that is left of his heart to the unloved and unloveable#Adar doesn't care if he's alive or dead as long as his children are safe#They will never be safe again 😢

Through the darkness he retains the ability to love...

Despite centuries of pain, torture, and imprisonment...

He is Adar 🖤

inspired by an earlier post by @dobriy-nunciy

[uruuk]

a kiss on the underside of the jaw .

HER LIPS ARE LIKE THE THE SUN'S UNFORGIVING RAYS, SHONE UPON THE MOON'S DESOLATE SURFACE. hardly worthy of the grace of her light. for he might say an uruk, is as WORTHY OF LOVE, AND OF HOME. but since the inception of nameless father, ADAR HAD RESIGNED HIMSELF TO A LIFE OF SUCH DEVOTION. paternal, and in service of them. NEVER HAD HE TOUCHED IRON TO HEAD, OR NAMED HIMSELF A LORD. they had chosen him, and have allowed him to lead. A RACE BUILT ON HIS LIKENESS, PIKED EARS AND GNARLED FEATURES. he'd resolved never to mate, as naught but one as unsightly as he could find him pleasant to behold. to touch him with reverence. and all that may, are loved only the way a father might. BUT HE ISN'T ASHAMED TO BE UNWORTHY. has not, for a very, very long time.

BREATH HITCHES IN HIS THROAT, as her chin lifts -- the length of her lashes casting shadow 'pon her face, as she presses her pink tiers to the bottom of his jaw in a lingering embrace. PERFECTION PRESSING UNWARRANTED AFFECTION TO THE RAISED SKIN THAT RESIDES THERE. BURNED, GNARLED TISSUE, AND SCAR OF WHIP. and he cannot help the way his brows narrow in stark confusion, and his eyes well with it. lips parted, even as pale fingers find themselves floating along her flawless jaw. slow . . . swaying forth, "what are you thinking?" hoarser whisper spoken between them, with soft blue-grey searching in flicks. FINGERS TWITCH AT HIS SIDE TO TOUCH. suddenly aware of his blackened heart beating . . . swelling against his chest. MAY THE VALAR PROTECT YOU, IF THIS IS A SHOW OF PITY. "i would never have asked such a thing of you."

@orenlea. spots to kiss.

[number1mongrel]

i'm sorry if this is rude, but do you have any tips on how to write casgil?

its not rude at all! firstly, whether its archer or caster, writing gil in general can really come down to his weird speech patterns. he talks in a way that is both formal and rude at once, using big archaic words sometimes but also will use common phrases occasionally. so, he shouldn't talk like a normal person but he also doesn't speak to the same extreme as king hassan. he likes using comparisons to thinks that relate to him personally, like mesopotamian things, stuff related to royalty, divinity, etc. i'd recommend looking through some of his dialogue to get a good feel for it

behavior-wise, compared to archer gil, casgil is a little less likely to instantly decide to kill someone upon first meeting them, however he will absolutely still threaten people and glare at them. he loves to brag, but can occasionally be humble when it comes to talking about a matter of something he respects. if someone truly impresses him, he will praise them and admit their worth. however he still primarily talks to people by insulting them. he's easily amused by things he finds entertaining, and will openly express happiness, anger, and boredom. however he hides his own struggles so will never admit to being sad or lonely even if it's obvious.

while he is mature and wise, he's also pretty childish. he will pout and complain when forced to do something he doesn't want to do, and loves goofing off and playing games. but when it comes to something he decides to take seriously he will devote everything to it, whether thats protecting uruk or saving someone he cares about.

he knows a lot about life and history, has some great advice about living, but it's all from an objective ruler's POV. he can be pretty dense when it comes to down-to-earth matters, and can be manipulated if it comes to something he's naive about

there's probably more i'll think of later but i hope this helps!!!

[fuwafuwamedb]

A Cursed G Pt 31 (Hakuno, Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Siduri)

Previous Part: 1 - HakuPOV / GilPOV, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30

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“How long have they been gone now?”

Gilgamesh leaned back, staring towards the windows of the ziggurat. The morning meal had been long, but compared to the lunch hour, it may as well have been the blink of an eye. He hadn’t expected to spend hours without Hakuno around for him and Enkidu to entertain themselves with. The servants had pushed them away several times while preparing her to go visit his mother. He’d seen Siduri looking through some of her tablets, no doubt debating on whether or not to allow Hakuno to do much work at all.

She’d never manage to keep them away from Hakuno, but it had been amusing for a moment to watch.

Then the day had progressed. The audience chamber was as long-winded as he remembered. The lions curled up around his throne, beginning naps as a few nobles offered their daughters to him.

He didn’t want them. Never had.

What he had wanted was someone much like Enkidu: a challenge. He wanted wit and humor. He wanted steel nerves and unrelenting backbone. Someone who would bend at the mere breath he gave was useless in comparison.

The advisors today had not met Hakuno yet, but they knew that he had brought a woman into the palace. Their hands were wringing, their eyes were darting to him and the clay being nearby.

He had ordered his wedding to be arranged.

However, they did not know the woman or her lineage for this affair.

The result was simple: They doubted him.

“My king,” the latest presenter announced. “This is my daughter, from the clutches of Ishtar’s temple, I’ve retrieved her for becoming a wife to you. She’s wise, wise enough to know how to please a man and keep your bed warm. The wedding could be right before the one you are holding soon for that outsider.”

“How boring.”

Gilgamesh glanced over to Enkidu, earning a small nod.

“Take the woman back to her temple before the gods get angered. This is a waste of my time. I have no desire to waste my time on a woman that can barely show any sign of allure let alone-“

The doors were opening.

“Ah, Hakuno’s finally back,” Enkidu murmured somewhere near his seat.

The woman had quite the entrance.

The robes that she’d been adorned in were of the same colors as his own. Her necklaces shifted here and there, falling into the valley of her chest as she strolled forward. The kohl to protect her eyes seemed to do nothing more than make her features more obviously foreign.

Siduri walked at her side, holding a few tablets in hand and grinning whilst she talked to the woman quietly. Whatever distaste she had held for Hakuno was gone, replaced with a slight flush to the woman’s face and a glowing expression that would have had him questioning her had Hakuno not already become his in body.

Yet, neither Siduri nor Hakuno’s appearance were what drew a hundred eyes to stare at her in shock.

It was Hakuno’s audacity.

Hakuno marched right passed those speaking, mounting the steps before his throne and up to where he stood. She leaned up, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him in.

Lips pressed to his own.

He wasn’t sure what had brought this about, but…

She’s nothing if not entertaining.

Gilgamesh pulled her flush against himself, feeling the warmth of her person against him. She made a small sound, probably missed by most, before clinging to him further.

“Leave us,” Gilgamesh managed to get out.

The chamber was emptying. Siduri was ushering those out who had no business here now. The suitor was going, alongside her father. He could sense the advisors hesitating, their robes in his peripheral vision.

“Gentlemen,” Siduri greeted. “May I present Hakuno to you all? She is the woman that our king has chosen for his queen consort and the woman whom Ninsun herself has claimed as her daughter.”

He had to pull back, finding his mother’s talisman amongst the jewelry around Hakuno’s neck.

So she had liked her huh…

“Ninsun told me to call her mom,” Hakuno murmured to him.

That… was surprising.

His mother was not one to take to people. He’d expected complaints. He’d half expected to find Hakuno mounting the steps in outrage and declaring that she would win Ninsun over somehow. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. If anything, his mother would have solidified weeks of entertaining attempts to win her over.

Instead, the woman had placed a protection necklace around her and had told her to call her mom.

Perhaps his mother was aging.

Doubtful, but he could think of no other reason his mother would be so desperate to protect Hakuno that she would place such an amulet around Hakuno’s neck.

He’d need to speak to his mother later.

“She has been claimed by Ninsun?!”

The group of elders stared at her in astonishment, earning a look from Hakuno.

Once again, she was being unpredictable.

“My mother-in-law was kind enough to give me her blessing and tell me to remain close to the palace. Is there something wrong with that?”

Upfront.

It was a good way to show backbone and a good way to make those against her fall silent. However, he noted a couple holding their hands carefully. Devoted to Ishtar, they had no doubt been told to find him someone close to her.

“If she has accepted you, then that is that,” one told them simply.

The others nodded, chiming in their agreements.

“Excellent,” Hakuno smiled at them. “Then-“

At her pause, Gil glanced to her.

“Sorry, I felt a little off again.” She shook her head, her confident mask back up in full force. “Since that’s done, I’ll be working with Siduri in the offices. I’ll look forward to working with you all.”

He found himself kissed again, the woman holding his necklaces before she walked herself straight back to the doors.

…How boring.

Enkidu was hurrying after her, leaving him with Siduri now. The advisors were dispersing, no doubt to speak of what had occurred. The great king had found a woman with enough spine to temper him. It was news that no corner of Uruk would be lacking the knowledge of by nightfall.

“She heard, didn’t she?”

“She was a bit upset at hearing them call her an outsider and offer their daughter as a better choice,” Siduri confirmed. “She took one look at the guards averting their gaze from her and decided to act.”

“And what did she mean by off again?”

Siduri shook her head. “I’m not sure, but Ninsun’s priests told me that under no circumstances is she to leave the palace again. I was told to inform you to boost the defenses.”

That had been in process already, but why would his mother wish for such a thing?

She was not one for protecting loved ones. She knew better than to worry herself about others’ health. When he had been risking his life, she simply threatened Enkidu to do better. When his father had gone to war, she had waved him off with a hand and told him to come back to give her more children.

Giving Hakuno an amulet that showed her favor of her was strange.

The whole situation was strange. She wasn’t gaining anything from helping Hakuno. Why would she be…

The lions were migrating towards the doors now, their low murmurs of hunger and wishing to play in the gardens ringing in his ears.

Kitten needs to hurry up.

“Siduri,” Gilgamesh rubbed at his head. “Which one of the damn lionesses is pregnant?”

“Hmm?”

“They’re grumbling,” he complained.

“The apsu that looked at them the other week said none of them were.” Siduri glanced over to them. “I suppose I could call one again, but I don’t think they’re being any louder than usual, my king.”

Wait.

“Siduri, take Hakuno to my chambers to work.”

“What?”

He was already heading for the door, moving towards the front of the palace. “Do not, under any circumstances, allow Hakuno to leave the palace, do you understand?”

He headed down the stairs as fast as he could, his mind revolving around what this could mean. If true, then he had more beef with Ishtar. If true, he truly needed to stop the woman before she did anything further.

There was one thing his mother would defend to the death: heirs.

It was why she threatened Enkidu often. It was why she had stopped caring as much about his father’s life after he had been born. His kingdom was secure with a person to ascend to the throne. Had Ishtar not been the patron goddess, he had no doubt in his mind that his mother would have been the patron goddess.

“MOTHER!”

He threw the doors open to her temple, finding the priests falling back in surprise.

The woman adorned in blue looked up, her feet currently propped on a small pillow for a good rubbing.

“Gilgamesh, what brings you here?”

“She’s pregnant, isn’t she?”

The small smile on her face was barely hidden by her hand. Ninsun waved her priests away, pressing her feet lightly to the floor before she stood up.

“Mo-“

“She’s very different from the women that I have seen come here to pray to be yours,” his mother replied. “She has a mind, one that has much broader knowledge than I had expected.”

“Is she?”

His mother moved forth, stepping before him and lifting his face to look up at hers. The woman was unnaturally tall, unerringly attractive. It was little wonder his father had picked her, but all he could see was just another pretty face when he looked to her.

“Mother,” he tried again.

“I used a bit of power to see into her open mind,” she told him. “Morning sickness, a heavier chest, a more pronounced hunger; I saw her morning and understood the meaning. You’ve done well, far better than the gods had told me you would manage.”

He felt his knees give way, his eyes staring up into those so much like his own.

“You were such a pretty thing. Do you know how deep that love of hers goes?” His mother laughed, kneeling down to keep that close contact. “I felt it, like a golden chain around my heart. If anyone hurt you, she would go wild. If anyone took you, her heart would break into pieces. You’re so deep into her spirit now that forgetting you would mean forgetting all of herself. She would be no more than an empty vessel.”

Such nonsense. There was no such thing as an adoration that deep.

“Do you not believe me? How would she react if those advisors of yours brought another woman for you?”

They already had.

Gilgamesh stared at the woman, his mind blanking at the memory.

“You are so simple,” his mother cooed, brushing at his hair. “So very simple. This will be so entertaining. I want the barrier around the palace increased. Do not let her leave the palace. Marriage ceremonies can be on the palace steps. In fact, it may help to let all see her.”

What did he even do with heirs?

There would be noise and crying and-

What was he supposed to do with an heir?!

“You should make an offering for Ishtar,” his mother murmured.

“No…”

“Take it to her temple and give it to the priests.”

He couldn’t do that.

Ishtar had tried to put Hakuno in her deathbed. She had left the woman lying uselessly in a public toilet and had assumed that she herself could still claim him.

When he had rejected her, she’d turned him into a beast and thrown him into another world.

“She is still the patron goddess,” his mother reminded him. “Fortify your defenses and make an offering. If not for you, then for her.”

He wouldn’t.

The gods did not dictate who would do what and when. They held no control, considering that he had brought Hakuno back and he had helped to aid her healing with his own strength and that of Enkidu’s. He wasn’t going to let Ishtar know that his child was coming.

“Gilgamesh-“

“I need to return to Hakuno.”

His mother earned her hug, her kisses for being of his own blood. He laughed with her for a moment as she recommended names, but he pulled himself from her temple.

His feet felt numb.

He, himself, felt numb. The world around him was alive and bustling. His people were waving and he had to force himself to give waves here and there as he went, but he didn’t stop.

For once, he ascended back into the ziggurat and followed the path he had taken a good few hundred women back to his chambers. He opened the door to his room, finding Hakuno cuddled on the bed with a half dozen of his lions.

Kitten.

Kitten.

“Gil!” Enkidu grinned as they motioned over to Hakuno. “I think the lions have found a new favorite. They’ve been cuddling Hakuno.”

“Enkidu, leave us for a moment.”

Hakuno looked up, frowning.

“Enkidu-“

“I’m going,” the being pat his shoulder. “I need to take some of these tablets to Siduri anyway. Hakuno can’t read all of them yet and was needing my help to translate them to her language, but it may be faster to just let Siduri handle them for now.”

“She’ll learn in the next few months.”

Enkidu nodded, heading from the room.

“What’s wrong?” Hakuno asked.

He moved forward, watching that frown growing. The woman’s eyes were searching his face, her body sitting up a little more.

“Gil-“

“Did you know?”

“Know?”

“About this?” He motioned at her, earning a heavy sigh and a hand running through her hair.

“I didn’t know that the lions would like me at all, but I’ve never necessarily been bad with animals. I tend to just leave them be, but your lions are the cuddliest cats- other than you.”

“I’m not talking about the lions.”

“You just pointed at them.”

“I was not pointing at the lions.”

Hakuno glanced down before she shook her head. “Then I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gil. What’s going on-“

“The baby.”

“Baby?”

“Yes, the one you have growing in you.”

Hakuno stared at him. Those brown eyes were wide and that scowl was stronger than ever.

She hadn’t known.

The woman had no idea that she had been- which meant he was the first out of the two of them to figure it out.

“There’s no way I’m pregnant. There would be obvious signs. I’d be missing cycles…” She paused, shaking her head after a second. “plus the whole time jump would mess up my counting so I’m sure I’m not-“

“The lions cuddle you and say kitten.”

“The lions are overly friendly.”

“They ate a man the day before I disappeared.”

Hakuno glanced at the lions a moment before looking to him skeptically.

“Shall we go down to the city to see? I’m sure there’s a criminal deserving down there.”

“Gil, I’m not pregnant. I’d be gaining a stomach.”

“It’s early. These things take months to fully develop.”

“Who told you that I was?”

“My mother did.”

Hakuno groaned, pulling one of the lions closer. “She may just be wishful thinking-“

“She’s a goddess, Hakuno.”

“Gilgamesh, we slept together only a couple times. I haven’t-“

He yanked her to him, tired of this.

The woman would figure it out sooner or later. She would understand the meaning of her morning illness and she would realize what she had done. She had to take responsibility now. Claiming him so forthright, allowing herself to welcome so much of him into her life and then daring to spawn another generation.

“Gil-“

He pulled back to breathe a moment before he was climbing onto the bed, kissing her again.

She didn’t resist. No, she held him just as tight as ever, her legs seeming to part just for him. The lions were grumbling, moving from the bed, leaving him to have her for himself. He could hear the mutterings, but right now he wanted to entertain himself.

“You fool,” he growled, laughing softly. “You fell in love with me.”

“You know this already,” she complained.

He did, but he wanted to hear it again. The way his mother had described it had been all too great. Would she really lose all of herself at the loss of him? Was she truly that smitten?

“Gil, am I pregnant or are you just trying to make it so?”

His laugh grew louder, his forehead pressing to hers.

She was clinging to him, with him not holding her at all.

“I have only seen children in the kingdom. I don’t know about rearing them. I’ve helped my lions give birth, but my knowledge of people doing so…”

“What about Ishtar?”

“I’ll deal with her.”

“Gil-“

He stole her lips away, watching her wane. His mother had been right. It was foolish to argue when she always was. And that, combined with his good fortune, led him to this.

Hakuno was already looking at him with darkened eyes. Her arms were pulling him in further. The plain fool, claiming a king in this manner.

She was lucky she was so entertaining.

She was lucky that she could pull such interesting expressions when she looked to him.

She was lucky that she could manage to stir such strong responses from him when she touched and held him in her arms.

She was so incredibly lucky, he thought as he pulled those robes down her body and bore her naked person to his eyes. He all but purred as she shivered beneath him. His tongue ran right up from her navel, sending his name escaping her lips once again.

“The tablets,” Hakuno tried to remind him. “There’s work-“

“No one will expect them today.” Gilgamesh pulled his robes from his person, tossing them off the bed as he looked down at the woman beneath him. “I’ll make you loud enough that it will be obvious where the rest of my day will be spent.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Her shouts were louder than ever in his chambers. He held her hips and sent her over the edge so much that the flush to her cheeks would probably be permanent. Those lips rained down upon him, fighting desire with desire.

No one came for them.

It was very clear why.

[lordpringle]

On Why Servants Get Sorted into Which Classes

So, an IRL friend of mine and I often discuss what the meanings of each class is and why all servants tend to fit into the molds of their class. Thanks to @tainbocuailnge for inspiring me to type this up.

This post is my best guesses of why servants are put into which class so I can make better OCs for the sake of pure analysis. Feel free to argue with me, I want to get this Right.

I won’t be commenting on the Summer servants or Crossovers, because those seem to not be as well thought out as the rest. Sorry for any grammatical errors, I’ve only worked on this post 11 pm. Now, let’s head below the read more to puzzle this out.

Saber is the Class of great heroes and kings. All Sabers can either easily be tracked down the hero’s journey or are rulers known for being, well, good at what they do. An exception to this is Nero, who history remembers as an awful emperor (despite likely having all of his real life sins being propaganda based on Caligula, but I digress). I’ve never played Extra, but, if I’m not mistaken, she mentions that she used her Imperial Privilege skill to fake her way into the qualifications. Based on how her legacy has been shit upon postmortem, I’d argue that the class she should natively be is Lancer.

Archer is the class of Gifts and Destiny. Gilgamesh is granted all kinds of gifts by his divine parents, Arjuna has so many gifts that he has a whole skill dedicated to it, Chiron was taught by Apollo and received stuff from the gods around him and Atalanta received the divine protection of Artemis. EMIYA is a bit of a trickier one, but I’d argue both that the Counter Force is a gift enough and that it would have shoved him into the role of any class, but that’s a different post.

Lancer is the class of Tragedy. Diarmuid has a sordid affair with his lord’s lover, Cu Chulainn has a life befitting any Demigod with twists and turns and Karna has the whole thing with his brother. Vlad (I love him) has an interesting one, in that his tragedy is a meta one. Despite spending his whole life defending his homeland, he is only remembered for his brutality and being a vampire, to the point where his Noble Phantasm is being a vampire. Including some of the Grand Order servants deepens this, with Hector dying to Achilles and then having his body desecrated, Leonidas holds off the Persian armies but dies in the battle, Medusa (Lily) is her before she has to become Medusa with the tragedy being her grim, inevitable future.

Rider is one I haven’t really pinned down. Medusa, Iskandar and, say, Astolfo all vary way too wildly.

Caster is the class of Devotion. Medea and Gilles are both devoted to their loves (and become murderous after they leave them), Shakespeare is devoted to his plays, CasGil is devoted to the city of Uruk and Merlin is devoted to Arthur.

Assassin is, best of my ability to figure out, the class of Namelessness and loss of identity. All the Hassans are simply Hassan-i-Sabbah, regardless of their actual name. Assassin in Strange Fake, a member of the Hassan’s order who couldn’t become a grandmaster is simply referred to as The Zealot. Sasaki Kojiro’s whole arc is about him trying to reconcile his existance with the fact that there is no Sasaki Kojiro. EMIYA has fully discarded the identity of Kiritsugu, the young boy from the Philippines to become a relentless and emotionless killer.

Berserker is, I would argue, not even a real class. Any servant can become a berserker with a few lines added to their summoning chant. In both of the third holy grail wars, Berserker was the class that the Einzberns were able to do away with. There might be some servants who are only Berserkers, but their commonality is probably just rage. Let’s all use the rest of this paragraph to imagine what Berserker Gil or Berserker EMIYA would be like.

Avenger is the easiest. It’s the class of revenge, plain and simple. Angra wants vengeance on the entire goddamn world, Dantes wants revenge on the guy who shoved him in the Chateau d’If and Jeanne (Alter) was created purely to get revenge on Pierre Couchon. While I don’t know too much about Gorgon, Medusa has a lot to want revenge for. Also Hessian Lobo is half the Headless Horseman whose whole story is about getting revenge on the people who decapitated him.

Ruler is another one that I don’t have a real lock on. The commonality between the two is that they’re both saints. I suppose if you include Summer Saint Martha, you can pretty definitively say that all Rulers are saints, but I’m not sure at all if all saints are Rulers, or there is an additional qualifier.

And now, I’m ready for all of you to tell me how incredibly super wrong I am.