Shouldve just called it "The Heart"
Since it's
You know
a desolate place where other peoples creativity and expectations go to die
Fate/Sunny Order (FGO)
- Thread starter Swordomatic
- Start date
Since it's
You know
a desolate place where other peoples creativity and expectations go to die
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
the heart
- Pronouns
- Tuan/Mahakuasa/Abah
Well, Da Vinci did have a lot of Kokoro.....
...
gdi da Vinci, that shouldn't even be possible.
Wait, is she hand animating the whole damn series?!
gdi da Vinci, that shouldn't even be possible.
Wait, is she hand animating the whole damn series?!
Is she going to fuck up and this is how Ilya shows up?
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
Burning salt just makes it multiply.
*gasp*
So that's where the Heart of Darkness went after the end of the Darkest Dungeon.
Pat the fluffy head!
TO ANIME!
Some monsters are necessary.
Don't fight it, Ritsuka. Just embrace the anime.
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
They turn it on, and the whole thing is done in GoAnimate.
- Location
- in the trash
"...This isn't Cardcaptor Sakura."
"No silly, it is! I just thought to myself, 'you know, I can do better than just restoring the originals' and decided to animate a fifth season!"
"In three hours?!"
"Oh-ho-ho~ I am a genius, after all. And an artist! How could I resist such an opportunity?!"
"Bullshit."
"No silly, it is! I just thought to myself, 'you know, I can do better than just restoring the originals' and decided to animate a fifth season!"
"In three hours?!"
"Oh-ho-ho~ I am a genius, after all. And an artist! How could I resist such an opportunity?!"
"Bullshit."
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meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
*recalls the Prologue of Cosmos in the Lostbelt*
Not sure if intended, but you guys just reminded me of how much of a heartbreaker that part of the story was.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Am I the only one imagining a Film-Director Leo, casting the Servants as actors?
Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I won't be impressed until she casts Herk as the Major-General in a film adaptation of The Pirates of Penzance and makes it work.
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
da vinci no this is a terrible plan have you considered you are dealing with a madman here in the body of a young woman who is this close to causing wincest in race to aquire her as one true waifu?
no?
da vinci, no.
In the distance
DA VINCI, YES! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAA!
no?
da vinci, no.
In the distance
DA VINCI, YES! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAA!
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Chapter France - Pt. 10
- Location
- Singapore
A/N: Hey guys guess what ITS FRANCE
----
"It's quite simple, Master-kun! We women are vixens, cruel and wicked creatures, so it is only natural for us to toy with your love for as long as we can! If you really do care for her, Master-kun, you should take her IMMEDIATELY! Don't stop until the only person she cares about is you!"
"Please stop."
"Mikon~"
Ritsuka sighs as the fox-maiden behind him braids his hair, humming off-key to herself as she does so. She dealt with the injuries as the fallen Saint ordered, of course, and as a Caster such minor wounds were nothing. But she talked, and talked, and talked. Throughout the entire thing.
It's been nine hours. He hasn't slept in at least nine hours.
He's, like, eighty percent sure that Tamamo no Mae is deliberately annoying him and making his life an actual hell. Well, no, she could do worse. But this isn't good either.
"By the way, Master-kun, something to take note of! Harems are NOT allowed!"
"Why the fuck would I want a harem I'm happy with just one girl!"
Tamamo no Mae, the nine tailed demon fox, giggles behind the folds of her massive sleeves, knowing full well that he can't turn around to see her hiding her mouth anyways. "It's always the ones who deny it most that actually want it most~"
"Oh my god why are you doing this to me." The fear and terror of dealing with her has long since left Ritsuka's body. All that remains is the sheer frustration of dealing with a giggly airhead. And he's pretty sure she's just acting which makes it worse.
"It can't be helped," the fox says unapologetically, no doubt smirking in a most catlike fashion, "My Master asked me to make you suffer for your treatment, so I must~"
Ritsuka sighs heavily. She really is one of the three great evils of Japan. "You're enjoying this far too much."
"A Servant should always strive to enjoy their work~"
The door creaks open, then, and for an instant Ritsuka perks up in relief. But then he remembers where he is. What an absolute shitshow this is. Tamamo looks back at the visitor and flattens her ears with a pout. "Oh. You."
The man who enters is tall and lean, possessed of the dignified air of a noble but none of the pomp and attitude. There is severe, nigh-fanatical devotion in him, Ritsuka decides. And considering this is the heart of France and how the False Saint has killed about everyone… he can make an educated guess about his identity.
"I would like to speak with the boy, Caster," Giles de Rais says, his shoulders hunched over as much from the low ceiling as from the severity in his bones.
"Hmph. His care is my responsibility, dear Marshall."
"And he seems to be cared for. May I?"
Tamamo turns her nose up and scoffs. She stands and leaves without a glance in his direction. The door slams shut with a heavy thud. Somehow, Ritsuka notices the jealousy in the air. You know, besides through the incredibly obvious cattiness.
Giles shakes his head and chuckles as he takes a seat in front of Ritsuka, meeting him man to man. "So this is the face of my retribution," he says softly. "Forgive me for saying this, but your time is wasted. Our path is righteous. The Maiden will bring glory and justice to two wretched lands, and so shall God bask in Her glory."
Ritsuka frowns. This man is a fanatic. But he guessed as much. "You do realise who you are fighting, right? The Jeanne that opposes you--"
Giles scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. "An angel of God, wearing Her guise to test my resolve, to punish me for my 'transgressions'; but for the Maid, I will do anything."
"She's not the Maid of Orleans," Ritsuka bites back.
"She is in all the ways that matter!" Declares the Marshall of France, hands spread wide. "Her fire, her charisma, her absolute will… She is the Maid of Orleans, the Holy Maiden! And when she burns France and England with the fires of their sins, all will remember her! She will be remembered!"
"By who?" Ritsuka asks, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Everyone is busy being dead you nincompoop. The only memory of her will be the fires she starts. The ones, you know, that people die from."
Giles shakes his head sadly. "I had hopes, child, after Jeanne spoke of your engagement with her, that you would understand. But you know nothing. It doesn't matter who remembers her, boy. But that she is." He turns about, his back facing Ritsuka. "She will be remembered. I will make it so, no matter what happens."
Ritsuka clicks his tongue. He expected this to happen; no way he'd be able to win through talking. But talking to someone who doesn't give a fuck and showed up just to gloat is still deeply frustrating. "You're fucking insane."
Giles glances over his shoulder. "No, not yet."
He leaves, letting that statement hang in the air for Ritsuka to stew over.
Well. At least it's better than being conscious of the stupid chair and the stupider fox.
----
"We have civilians taking refuge here and here, but the bulk of them are at or around the cathedral. If the enemy hits it, a lot of people are going to die." Kana, still recovering from her vampire attack and leaning on the table to stay upright, looks at Mashu when she says this. "I don't know about Ritsuka, but I don't really care if history's supposed to snap back to normal once we deal with the singularity. I don't like having dead people on my conscience. We need to defend this position."
"I agree," Jeanne says, and Mashu hastily nods as well. "I was called by the Counter Force to protect, not kill. Orleans will survive, as will her people." She frowns, pausing significantly. "And it should be emphasized that Caster is based at the cathedral. If this position is overrun, we lose her, and thus the war."
"Yeah that too," Kana adds. She looks into herself, tapping into the link between Master and Servant. 'Lancer, what do your celt eyes see?'
'Lotta wyverns, Master. And some tough guys. I'm a little excited!'
'Describe them,' Kana thinks, in no-nonsense all-business mode. Oh, how she wishes she were a better magus now. She could just see through Lancer's eyes and save so much time and exposition.
'Well… One's got wings and the other's some drug addict in smoky armor. They both have swords. So I'm guessing Saber and kinda-Saber.'
Kana's eyes snap open, keenly focused and slightly concerned. She snaps a look to Jeanne immediately. "We have Siegfried and Lancelot approaching Orleans right now. Lancer can lock one of them down but which one should we prioritise? I'm thinking Siegfried."
"Balmung could flatten the garrison in a single swing, so I agree," Jeanne says with an approving nod. She looks out at the direction of their approach, one hand tapping testily on the hilt of her sword. "I can deal with Lancelot. One way or another…"
Kana looks worriedly at her. She sucks on her teeth. "Please don't die," she whispers.
Jeanne smiles, and holds her by the shoulder. "I won't," she says with absolute certainty - even though they both know anything could happen.
Mashu, eager to prove herself, slams the base of her shield against the ground. "I'll look after her, senpai," the Shielder declares. "Nothing will happen to Jeanne!"
Kana smiles. But it's wishful thinking, and she knows it.
Still, wishful thinking is how she got into this position and frankly speaking this is way further than she should have gotten, so reality can shut the fuck up, she's got miracles to make. Time to make this happen.
'The wyverns, the wings and the addict are going to be here in about thirty seconds,' Cu advises over telepathy. 'Want me to thin them out with a Gae Bolg?'
'They'll intercept easily enough,' Kana responds casually. 'But to fuck with them, throw it anyways. Can you make a shot at Siegfried's back?'
'Hah! Can you stop admiring my amazing ass?'
Damn that man and his incredible hotness. "Just keep him out of the city," Kana says out loud, looking at the people around her as she does so. Even with one arm still gone, Cu Chulainn is their best and only hope of keeping a monster like Siegfried at bay. "We'll deal with Lancelot and the Wyverns. Your job is to make sure Siegfried doesn't flatten the city."
Marie rides up to her at this moment, sitting ladylike upon her crystal butt pony. "I'll deal with the wyverns!" She says happily. It takes some real effort to avoid patting her on the head, Kana realises. That is slightly disconcerting.
"Ask Lancer to try to reason with Siegfried," Jeanne says, though her expression says she doubts it will work.
"Command Seals," Kana responds simply, similarly unhappy. "In any case--"
That's as far as she got, before the ear-piercing cry of thousands of wyverns tore at her ears, and it was only hard-won instinct and Mashu's shield that kept Kana standing long enough to draw her blade and cut the belly of a passing wyvern open with it, through luck more than anything. 'Marie!' Kana shouts with her mind. Marie is off immediately, gemstones flying and her pony an unyielding battering ram. "Jeanne!" She shouts with her mouth, "Get to cover! Mashu stay--"
Another roar, beastial yet oh-so-human, rumbles through the streets. A black blur, a haze of night and death, leaps from a ceiling and swings a stolen french estoc at her head. Jeanne blocks with the haft of her banner, but the force flings the both of them through a building and out of sight, ripping out the brick road beneath them into a long scar in the land.
Mashu can't even gape in shock before a wyvern dives for her head and she's forced to bat its claws aside with the edges of her shield.
Her body flush with mana to the very limit, with all the pitiful knowledge she's gained in her short life, Kana dashes forth and slices a claw from Mashu's attacker. "Go after Jeanne!" Kana orders, knowing from the girl's expression that she can't bear to be torn between her Master and the Saint. "By my Command Seal, go after Jeanne!"
Power, undeniable and absolute, burns off the redhead's hand and grips Shielder. The compulsion of a Command Seal, and the determination that burns in Kana's eyes, finally drives the Shielder's legs on with speed and grace that her class container would never otherwise allow.
Now alone, Kana retreats further into the church and picks up a discarded pike. She fills it with mana, Reinforcing it as much as she can, and sighs at the number of monsters in the streets.
"Welp," she grunts, "Time to make dad proud."
The monsters charge in, hungry for warm meat. And Kana Tohsaka meets them, blade in one hand, pike in the other, and her crystal pony rider providing artillery fire from the rooftops.
----
"It's quite simple, Master-kun! We women are vixens, cruel and wicked creatures, so it is only natural for us to toy with your love for as long as we can! If you really do care for her, Master-kun, you should take her IMMEDIATELY! Don't stop until the only person she cares about is you!"
"Please stop."
"Mikon~"
Ritsuka sighs as the fox-maiden behind him braids his hair, humming off-key to herself as she does so. She dealt with the injuries as the fallen Saint ordered, of course, and as a Caster such minor wounds were nothing. But she talked, and talked, and talked. Throughout the entire thing.
It's been nine hours. He hasn't slept in at least nine hours.
He's, like, eighty percent sure that Tamamo no Mae is deliberately annoying him and making his life an actual hell. Well, no, she could do worse. But this isn't good either.
"By the way, Master-kun, something to take note of! Harems are NOT allowed!"
"Why the fuck would I want a harem I'm happy with just one girl!"
Tamamo no Mae, the nine tailed demon fox, giggles behind the folds of her massive sleeves, knowing full well that he can't turn around to see her hiding her mouth anyways. "It's always the ones who deny it most that actually want it most~"
"Oh my god why are you doing this to me." The fear and terror of dealing with her has long since left Ritsuka's body. All that remains is the sheer frustration of dealing with a giggly airhead. And he's pretty sure she's just acting which makes it worse.
"It can't be helped," the fox says unapologetically, no doubt smirking in a most catlike fashion, "My Master asked me to make you suffer for your treatment, so I must~"
Ritsuka sighs heavily. She really is one of the three great evils of Japan. "You're enjoying this far too much."
"A Servant should always strive to enjoy their work~"
The door creaks open, then, and for an instant Ritsuka perks up in relief. But then he remembers where he is. What an absolute shitshow this is. Tamamo looks back at the visitor and flattens her ears with a pout. "Oh. You."
The man who enters is tall and lean, possessed of the dignified air of a noble but none of the pomp and attitude. There is severe, nigh-fanatical devotion in him, Ritsuka decides. And considering this is the heart of France and how the False Saint has killed about everyone… he can make an educated guess about his identity.
"I would like to speak with the boy, Caster," Giles de Rais says, his shoulders hunched over as much from the low ceiling as from the severity in his bones.
"Hmph. His care is my responsibility, dear Marshall."
"And he seems to be cared for. May I?"
Tamamo turns her nose up and scoffs. She stands and leaves without a glance in his direction. The door slams shut with a heavy thud. Somehow, Ritsuka notices the jealousy in the air. You know, besides through the incredibly obvious cattiness.
Giles shakes his head and chuckles as he takes a seat in front of Ritsuka, meeting him man to man. "So this is the face of my retribution," he says softly. "Forgive me for saying this, but your time is wasted. Our path is righteous. The Maiden will bring glory and justice to two wretched lands, and so shall God bask in Her glory."
Ritsuka frowns. This man is a fanatic. But he guessed as much. "You do realise who you are fighting, right? The Jeanne that opposes you--"
Giles scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. "An angel of God, wearing Her guise to test my resolve, to punish me for my 'transgressions'; but for the Maid, I will do anything."
"She's not the Maid of Orleans," Ritsuka bites back.
"She is in all the ways that matter!" Declares the Marshall of France, hands spread wide. "Her fire, her charisma, her absolute will… She is the Maid of Orleans, the Holy Maiden! And when she burns France and England with the fires of their sins, all will remember her! She will be remembered!"
"By who?" Ritsuka asks, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Everyone is busy being dead you nincompoop. The only memory of her will be the fires she starts. The ones, you know, that people die from."
Giles shakes his head sadly. "I had hopes, child, after Jeanne spoke of your engagement with her, that you would understand. But you know nothing. It doesn't matter who remembers her, boy. But that she is." He turns about, his back facing Ritsuka. "She will be remembered. I will make it so, no matter what happens."
Ritsuka clicks his tongue. He expected this to happen; no way he'd be able to win through talking. But talking to someone who doesn't give a fuck and showed up just to gloat is still deeply frustrating. "You're fucking insane."
Giles glances over his shoulder. "No, not yet."
He leaves, letting that statement hang in the air for Ritsuka to stew over.
Well. At least it's better than being conscious of the stupid chair and the stupider fox.
----
"We have civilians taking refuge here and here, but the bulk of them are at or around the cathedral. If the enemy hits it, a lot of people are going to die." Kana, still recovering from her vampire attack and leaning on the table to stay upright, looks at Mashu when she says this. "I don't know about Ritsuka, but I don't really care if history's supposed to snap back to normal once we deal with the singularity. I don't like having dead people on my conscience. We need to defend this position."
"I agree," Jeanne says, and Mashu hastily nods as well. "I was called by the Counter Force to protect, not kill. Orleans will survive, as will her people." She frowns, pausing significantly. "And it should be emphasized that Caster is based at the cathedral. If this position is overrun, we lose her, and thus the war."
"Yeah that too," Kana adds. She looks into herself, tapping into the link between Master and Servant. 'Lancer, what do your celt eyes see?'
'Lotta wyverns, Master. And some tough guys. I'm a little excited!'
'Describe them,' Kana thinks, in no-nonsense all-business mode. Oh, how she wishes she were a better magus now. She could just see through Lancer's eyes and save so much time and exposition.
'Well… One's got wings and the other's some drug addict in smoky armor. They both have swords. So I'm guessing Saber and kinda-Saber.'
Kana's eyes snap open, keenly focused and slightly concerned. She snaps a look to Jeanne immediately. "We have Siegfried and Lancelot approaching Orleans right now. Lancer can lock one of them down but which one should we prioritise? I'm thinking Siegfried."
"Balmung could flatten the garrison in a single swing, so I agree," Jeanne says with an approving nod. She looks out at the direction of their approach, one hand tapping testily on the hilt of her sword. "I can deal with Lancelot. One way or another…"
Kana looks worriedly at her. She sucks on her teeth. "Please don't die," she whispers.
Jeanne smiles, and holds her by the shoulder. "I won't," she says with absolute certainty - even though they both know anything could happen.
Mashu, eager to prove herself, slams the base of her shield against the ground. "I'll look after her, senpai," the Shielder declares. "Nothing will happen to Jeanne!"
Kana smiles. But it's wishful thinking, and she knows it.
Still, wishful thinking is how she got into this position and frankly speaking this is way further than she should have gotten, so reality can shut the fuck up, she's got miracles to make. Time to make this happen.
'The wyverns, the wings and the addict are going to be here in about thirty seconds,' Cu advises over telepathy. 'Want me to thin them out with a Gae Bolg?'
'They'll intercept easily enough,' Kana responds casually. 'But to fuck with them, throw it anyways. Can you make a shot at Siegfried's back?'
'Hah! Can you stop admiring my amazing ass?'
Damn that man and his incredible hotness. "Just keep him out of the city," Kana says out loud, looking at the people around her as she does so. Even with one arm still gone, Cu Chulainn is their best and only hope of keeping a monster like Siegfried at bay. "We'll deal with Lancelot and the Wyverns. Your job is to make sure Siegfried doesn't flatten the city."
Marie rides up to her at this moment, sitting ladylike upon her crystal butt pony. "I'll deal with the wyverns!" She says happily. It takes some real effort to avoid patting her on the head, Kana realises. That is slightly disconcerting.
"Ask Lancer to try to reason with Siegfried," Jeanne says, though her expression says she doubts it will work.
"Command Seals," Kana responds simply, similarly unhappy. "In any case--"
That's as far as she got, before the ear-piercing cry of thousands of wyverns tore at her ears, and it was only hard-won instinct and Mashu's shield that kept Kana standing long enough to draw her blade and cut the belly of a passing wyvern open with it, through luck more than anything. 'Marie!' Kana shouts with her mind. Marie is off immediately, gemstones flying and her pony an unyielding battering ram. "Jeanne!" She shouts with her mouth, "Get to cover! Mashu stay--"
Another roar, beastial yet oh-so-human, rumbles through the streets. A black blur, a haze of night and death, leaps from a ceiling and swings a stolen french estoc at her head. Jeanne blocks with the haft of her banner, but the force flings the both of them through a building and out of sight, ripping out the brick road beneath them into a long scar in the land.
Mashu can't even gape in shock before a wyvern dives for her head and she's forced to bat its claws aside with the edges of her shield.
Her body flush with mana to the very limit, with all the pitiful knowledge she's gained in her short life, Kana dashes forth and slices a claw from Mashu's attacker. "Go after Jeanne!" Kana orders, knowing from the girl's expression that she can't bear to be torn between her Master and the Saint. "By my Command Seal, go after Jeanne!"
Power, undeniable and absolute, burns off the redhead's hand and grips Shielder. The compulsion of a Command Seal, and the determination that burns in Kana's eyes, finally drives the Shielder's legs on with speed and grace that her class container would never otherwise allow.
Now alone, Kana retreats further into the church and picks up a discarded pike. She fills it with mana, Reinforcing it as much as she can, and sighs at the number of monsters in the streets.
"Welp," she grunts, "Time to make dad proud."
The monsters charge in, hungry for warm meat. And Kana Tohsaka meets them, blade in one hand, pike in the other, and her crystal pony rider providing artillery fire from the rooftops.
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
"All that matters is that my fanfiction waifu becomes canon."
- Pronouns
- It/They
Its alive!!!!
Should be a comma after "acting".
Gilles (this typo occurred multiple times)
Umm, what?
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
You know, I think this is worse torture than anything that AJ could do to him.
Huh, it was meant to be torture. I stand affirmed.
This is like trying to explain to Inquisitor why Black Market should just be a regular market if everyone knows about it.
No need to feel shame, Kana. That man has an amazing butt. And abs.
Ok, who let Kana play Borderlands 2 and who thought doing that was a good idea?!
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Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
Listen here, young lady, I don't know what sort of dumb Dark Souls 2 builds you've been playing with, but a pike is way too long to be effectively used alongside a sword. And that's leaving aside the fact you're supposed to wield pole weapons with both hands if you want to be capable of maneuvering them quickly and effectively. Not that you can maneuver a ten-feet-long polearm with anything resembling effectiveness in very close quarters.
And no, I don't care how much you've Reinforced your body or the pike, it still won't change the basic mechanics of weapon handling. You need different magics for that. And if you really must dual-wield a polearm and a sword, then at least use a halberd instead of a pike.
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
If she wants to do sweeping attacks then she needs a glaive. Pikes are thrusting weapons, due to the shape of the tip and size of the shaft.
- Location
- London
But Lostbelts won't be a thing until part 2
.Also, Kana just sent Mashu to deal with Lancelot. Time to have one Knight of the Round defecting, in...