Kataphraktos
Remove gringo from premises
Far more likely, especially given the fact that Waver turned Kayneth's Volumen Hydrangea into a liquid metal maid golem and played videogames. That implies things about his tastes.
Fate - Stay - Write - Go! [Fate/Stay Night AU/SI]
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tmtt
Type-Moon TwiTter?
Type-Moon TwiTter?
The letter "U" in this case makes the same sound as "you", which starts with a consonant, so it's supposed to be "A" even though it starts with a vowel, which as a rule are "An" but in this case isn't the case.
The English language is stupid sometimes.
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Prologue - AL - Caster
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Prologue - Fate Alter Lie - Caster Path
He was the Servant Caster. Cursed.
I was the Servant Caster. I had come to answer the cause of my Master, with undying loyalty and unfaltering fealty. I stepped out, I stepped out in the courtyard and my step faltered only once before I came face to face with Lancer, his being that of power and might that easily eclipsed my own.
"Oh?" the Lancer looked at me with a cheeky smile. His crimson glowing lance was familiar to me, so familiar indeed, that I had its name on my lips. "So the girl was a master? That is good. Then, my fight is with you."
I quietly flexed my fingers, the prana within my body thrumming in eagerness as the surrounding mana in the very air and dirt began to drop.
"Nice laurel hat. Should it mean something to me?" Lancer asked, his eyes wary. "A druid, perhaps?"
The sky was clear even in the middle of the night. It was a perfect night to fight.
It was a perfect night to die.
Everything was a dull, uneven, torn asunder battlefield. Every step one took was pain. Every step one walked was agony. The final step would be the first, in a never-ending cycle that held no regrets, and yet held no salvation either. It was the price to pay for letting others shoulder the debt that should have been paid in full by the one before, and yet handed off to the next one.
It was the revelation that all penances must be paid in full.
It was the unspoken and unyielding desire that peace and quiet were meaningless in the face of great tragedy.
It was the truth hidden within the blood, the fire, the pain and the agony.
Yet, even then, someone had to shoulder the debt of eternity and suffer through the pain to achieve reality, only for reality itself to be granted upon another. Never achieving truth, always living a lie, yet in the end, grasping neither.
An empty shell worn by an empty soul. An empty being that was filled with nothing, and yet devoured itself in order to gain sustenance. It was an eternity of hunger and an eternity of pain as flesh left the place to more flesh and blood was drank to make place to more blood.
The never-ending cycle, the devouring self, the Ouroboros that all ate, the dragon that chewed upon the Root.
There I stood. There I walked.
There I was.
Summoned not out of love, but out of spite. Called forth not out of kindness, but hatred.
For in the end, I could achieve nothing.
Yet, by achieving nothing, I could safeguard everything.
How many Masters had died in how many repetitions across the Golden Throne's desire? How many times had I brought forth the despair of loss, never thanked, always insulted?
Yet, by allowing failure, I would allow victory for a larger purpose.
That was my duty.
That was my earnest plea.
A Grail that could be a Grail, just for once.
A wish held dear that could safeguard me.
Unfortunately, Captain Obvious would look at me and name me his sidekick, for the eternal truth was as such, and would always be as such.
"All debts must be repaid in full."
And all debts would.
I closed my eyes as the strings of magical energy latched on to me and pulled me away from the throne that was my penance and my agony, away from the cycle, away from my own fears and unfortunate reality. I was pulled, and pushed, and squeezed and as I followed through the sustenance of the throne -eternal agony, but sustenance all the same- came less to be replaced by a bottomless hunger.
It was a hunger unlike any others, a hunger that only my will could hold at bay. It was that hunger that made me open my eyes. It was my hunger that told me a prey was nearby.
It was my heart that stopped me. My non-existing, non-beating heart, devoured and replaced with another that would beat the same tune, but yet be different, for too many times had mine bled invisibly.
If life was agony, then this single moment of time was an even greater agony.
I stood tall and proud, but my eyes were sad. I could feel the waves of pity roll off my frame like drops of rain.
I stood in a familiar, but cluttered warehouse that acted as a workshop. I stood in a familiar, yet eerily foreign, place. In front of me, an orange haired girl stared up at me from the glowing circle.
Even though she was familiar, I still had to properly ask her.
Even though she was a stranger, I still had to properly ask her.
"Are you my master?" I asked.
Her breath was caught away, stolen by the very wind as I heard the sound of impatience from behind, a gentle but inevitable warning that someone was standing in wait in the courtyard.
I turned my head to the outside, to the familiar place that would have brought tears to my eyes, had I not seen it thousands of times, thousands of-and then it was gone.
The Snake reared its ugly head, and crimson eyes glowed as the Secret Knowledge was hidden for the benefit of the World, for the benefit of Time and Space. And in the day it would reopen its jaws then would the world end.
For he was the Snake that Ate Himself.
It was the revelation that all penances must be paid in full.
It was the unspoken and unyielding desire that peace and quiet were meaningless in the face of great tragedy.
It was the truth hidden within the blood, the fire, the pain and the agony.
Yet, even then, someone had to shoulder the debt of eternity and suffer through the pain to achieve reality, only for reality itself to be granted upon another. Never achieving truth, always living a lie, yet in the end, grasping neither.
An empty shell worn by an empty soul. An empty being that was filled with nothing, and yet devoured itself in order to gain sustenance. It was an eternity of hunger and an eternity of pain as flesh left the place to more flesh and blood was drank to make place to more blood.
The never-ending cycle, the devouring self, the Ouroboros that all ate, the dragon that chewed upon the Root.
There I stood. There I walked.
There I was.
Summoned not out of love, but out of spite. Called forth not out of kindness, but hatred.
For in the end, I could achieve nothing.
Yet, by achieving nothing, I could safeguard everything.
How many Masters had died in how many repetitions across the Golden Throne's desire? How many times had I brought forth the despair of loss, never thanked, always insulted?
Yet, by allowing failure, I would allow victory for a larger purpose.
That was my duty.
That was my earnest plea.
A Grail that could be a Grail, just for once.
A wish held dear that could safeguard me.
Unfortunately, Captain Obvious would look at me and name me his sidekick, for the eternal truth was as such, and would always be as such.
"All debts must be repaid in full."
And all debts would.
I closed my eyes as the strings of magical energy latched on to me and pulled me away from the throne that was my penance and my agony, away from the cycle, away from my own fears and unfortunate reality. I was pulled, and pushed, and squeezed and as I followed through the sustenance of the throne -eternal agony, but sustenance all the same- came less to be replaced by a bottomless hunger.
It was a hunger unlike any others, a hunger that only my will could hold at bay. It was that hunger that made me open my eyes. It was my hunger that told me a prey was nearby.
It was my heart that stopped me. My non-existing, non-beating heart, devoured and replaced with another that would beat the same tune, but yet be different, for too many times had mine bled invisibly.
If life was agony, then this single moment of time was an even greater agony.
I stood tall and proud, but my eyes were sad. I could feel the waves of pity roll off my frame like drops of rain.
I stood in a familiar, but cluttered warehouse that acted as a workshop. I stood in a familiar, yet eerily foreign, place. In front of me, an orange haired girl stared up at me from the glowing circle.
Even though she was familiar, I still had to properly ask her.
Even though she was a stranger, I still had to properly ask her.
"Are you my master?" I asked.
Her breath was caught away, stolen by the very wind as I heard the sound of impatience from behind, a gentle but inevitable warning that someone was standing in wait in the courtyard.
I turned my head to the outside, to the familiar place that would have brought tears to my eyes, had I not seen it thousands of times, thousands of-and then it was gone.
The Snake reared its ugly head, and crimson eyes glowed as the Secret Knowledge was hidden for the benefit of the World, for the benefit of Time and Space. And in the day it would reopen its jaws then would the world end.
For he was the Snake that Ate Himself.
He was the Servant Caster. Cursed.
I was the Servant Caster. I had come to answer the cause of my Master, with undying loyalty and unfaltering fealty. I stepped out, I stepped out in the courtyard and my step faltered only once before I came face to face with Lancer, his being that of power and might that easily eclipsed my own.
"Oh?" the Lancer looked at me with a cheeky smile. His crimson glowing lance was familiar to me, so familiar indeed, that I had its name on my lips. "So the girl was a master? That is good. Then, my fight is with you."
I quietly flexed my fingers, the prana within my body thrumming in eagerness as the surrounding mana in the very air and dirt began to drop.
"Nice laurel hat. Should it mean something to me?" Lancer asked, his eyes wary. "A druid, perhaps?"
The sky was clear even in the middle of the night. It was a perfect night to fight.
It was a perfect night to die.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
BTW. After the Caster's path is done I'll take a break.
And then write a Fate/Extra one.
Because fuck my life my muse refuses to leave me alone.
And the sooner I wring out every tiny bit of Fate-Fanfiction ideas the sooner I can get back on track with everything else.
And then write a Fate/Extra one.
Because fuck my life my muse refuses to leave me alone.
And the sooner I wring out every tiny bit of Fate-Fanfiction ideas the sooner I can get back on track with everything else.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
I don't understand what the Bull Moose means, Ramble.
E-la-bo-rate! E-la-bo-rate!
- Location
- America
Kagayaku summons Teddy Roosevelt or fights him at some point.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
I have to be honest. It's been a while since I've read something so... awaiting.
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
Specially since so much is hinted at Caster!Kagayaku being the True Emiya Kagayaku.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Or the possible Bro!Archer, Bro!Gil, Shiro!Archer or Fem!Gil routes.
The madness never ends!
- Location
- Sweden
Will it be the same Shade or a different one without the memories from Stay/night verse?
better yet a fem!gil that remembers him.
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
Fem!Gil: You never gave me enough candy when I was growing up after you turned me into a child! Jerk! -unlocks the Gate of Babalyn-
Shade: -runs away heroically-
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
*blinks*
Is this desire due to coming over to my Fate/Extra thread recently, and giving me writing tips there?
It is not fun when the bitch lights your mind on fire and refuses to leave until you submit huh?
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
It's all your fault Mizu.
You asked me for help by implicitly summoning my name, and in turn that activated my Muse-card. Now, I am compelled to write.
Why did you do that, Mizu? Why did you summon me? You know I am like Cthulhu.
Effects may vary depending on summoning.
Rareitor
Aspiring K0mput0rmayun
Out of curiosity, has the "Summon Shade -> get Sandwich" scenario happened yet?
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Sorry!
You going to be replacing Hakuno and facing the same enemies, or do something different? I mean, you changed up the canon Servant of Stay Night quite a bit, so it's likely to be refreshing anyway. I'm curious to see how you handle the amnesia prelim round.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
What about Kagayaku summoning Kagayaku?
Warning: Whoa settle down now
Skyllian Blitz
Shadow Cabal Member
- Location
- Behind the Great Firewall
whoa settle down now
Unfortunately, I'm going to have to ask the two of you to take a couple of days to chill out for conduct that's over the line.
cthulhu fartagn
Cthulhu in a suit. Bowties are cool.
- Location
- The East Coast of America.
in that its near impossible for you to write more than 5 chapters of one thing before your muse rips you off to the next one?