Lolly // SEEING HIM IN PAIN

alternate timeline where type-moon is still a niche visual novel universe primarily known by the broader anime community for its mediocre anime adaptation and WTC is a huge multimedia franchise with countless spinoffs and popular anime with viral sakuga

Keiichi higurashi

"Fate is easy to break through, a coughing baby could even beat a hydrogen bomb as long as everyone works together and believes."

Repaint. CSP my beloved what would I do without you 🥲😭

#Gilgamesh #ギルガメッシュ #Fate #FGO #art #illustration #shirayuucchiart

Screenshot of game with a picture of Uso from Victory Gundam as he says "I'm doing this for the real creators of life: women."

Good morning

ギルとリチャードの戦闘がアツかった

9話のジェスターが愛しかった

ここのハンザさん絶対私と同じこと思ったよね

リチャードにこれくらい強気でいくアヤカさんも見たいです

新規絵ありがとうございます！！村正殿とイサミン殿とか伊織どんワクワクメンツじゃないですか。真面目だし気が合いそう。伊織殿よかったね！
で、爽やかな汗を流してホクホクで長屋戻ったら畳大好きかわいこ鬼ちゃんズが我が物顔で溜まり場にしてるんですか。ふっおもろ……

Love to Fujoshi all over da world

Screenshot from the video game Persona 4. In the halls of Yasogami High, the protagonist talks to a male student labeled "Stylish student". His dialogue window reads: "Hanging out with women, going on dates with them, that's fine. Killing them? Not so much."

happy international women's day

リチャアヤrkgk
#strangefake

what an episode, and then richaya just
#fatestrangefake #strangefake

Prototype Sketch Dump incoming!

now that I can post them, here's the messily colored version of my Perseus sketch for Jcakin's Prototype Sketchbook a while back.

This one's my favorite ❤️
#FGO #FatePrototype

Artwork of Char sitting on Amuro in the Nu Gundam while Amuro looks angry he can’t see in front of him because of Char’s big body

Artwork of Amuro sitting in Char’s lap in the Nu Gundam while Char looks worried presumably because of the switch in positions

When you survive the Axis Shock but there’s only one seat

The former Master of Caster’s vision was covered with deep red, darkness creeping up from the corner of his consciousness. He’d lost all the feeling in his body except the unbearable pain ripping apart his organs from the inside out. Misaya. Holding the knife in his trembling hands, he stared down at his daughter, her soul clutched by an invisible curse. Misaya! She stared back up at him, mouth moving in silent pleas. Eyes an even deeper crimson than the rest of the room stared up at him in terror.

In those eyes, he saw her newborn body in his arms, hearing her infant voice gurgling. The feeling of her warmth in his hand. The wail of her hungry tears. Her hair fluttering behind her as she stepped out the door, with an elementary schooler’s backpack full to the brim with books. The salty, savory taste of eggs on his tongue as she stood by him with a spatula and a proud grin. The glowing light of magecraft held within her small hands, with a look of intense concentration on her face. “I’m so sorry, Misaya!” Screaming in a voice he was unable to hear, he brought the knife down.

And the Aritoshi ficlet (god this was so long ago we didn't even know he was called Aritoshi yet)

From the time he was a child, he gazed upon the sea of stars above. That was his destiny; the role he had been given, and the one he had placed upon himself. He was the guardian of humanity. Its strongest warrior. He had been chosen—no, he had decided himself the greatest of greats. Now, he looked upon the sea of stars below. The lights were much more colorful than those above, and far more luminescent. They drowned out the sky, making it as bright as day in the heart of night. It was truly beautiful and hideous, and it made him smile.

On top of this towering god of a building called a skyscraper, he gazed down upon this foreign land. The hot, pumping blood of the city made his heart itch, aching to fight. These weaklings, all of them unaware of his presence, went about their daily lives in a rush. He watched them, sharp crimson eyes darting to each in succession. Would his next opponent be there? No, there? This land was built upon the bones of heroes of old. Bright bloodshed had been covered with steel and neon, but he could still feel the lingering ambience of what it used to be. Tonight, it was full of heroes once again. Warriors from all corners of the Earth had gathered to fight and prove themselves. Some even dared to claim they surpassed him in power; a boast so foolish it made his belly ache with rage and laughter. The cursed cup which had summoned him had made a mistake in its rankings, of that he was sure.

Before he knew it, he’d plucked his swords from his back and assembled them into a bow. He’d be ready the second the scent of warrior’s blood made its way upwind. Enki felt strong and steady in his hands. The hilts which joined together to make a handle felt like a solid extension of his own body, one he’d known since the time he was born. Sparks of metal and clanking of blades from below rang out like music. The sound of battle lightened his body, twisting his nerves into a high. It was time at last for what he’d been brought back to life for. Finally, he could face them. He’d decimate them all, especially the one ranked First—prove what he already knew of himself. Leaping from the piercing spire, Gilgamesh, strongest of all warriors, descended upon the sea of lights.

Since other people are sharing here is the Proto Gil ficlet I wrote for a Protoytpe zine several years back

Everyone read the epic of gilgamesh right now

黒桜
#FGO

A watercolor painting of the DragonQuest slime smiling in the ferny sun-dappled undergrowth of a forest, a pair of dragonflies buzzing overhead

these pieces.. are wow like almost 3.5 years old now LOL but!! pieces I drew for a prototype zine!

GUARDS! Make the annoying blonde prettyboy cough up blood and make more pained faces when his boyfriend's hand is in his guts!!!