Do you even like people?
I prefer dogs tbh
Do you even like people?
I prefer dogs tbh
@ardenssolis asked: “I am curious, but what does Conall like outside of the macabre?” Did he want to get Conall a gift one day? Maybe? Honestly, when he thought about it, it would probably be better to just present the head of a giant or something to him at this rate. That would more than likely be enough to earn a pleased grin, maybe. Ozymandias only knew how to give softer gifts. Not things dripping with blood and gore.
His attention perks up immediately even if he’s careful to not make his interest obvious. Maybe there’s some amount of surprise in there too… He hadn’t expected Rider to approach with such a question, after all. He… honestly hadn’t expected those two to be that close, either. Having known the meaning of his suggestion last time only proved that wrong.
He didn’t much care for that jab at himself towards the end– But to say he wasn’t amused still would be a lie.
“Pharaoh, even you are aware I’m not one to give spare wisdom so willingly.” No amount of masking could hide every bit of mischief in his expression. Why should he help in such an effort? His whole reasoning for trying to trick the king was to get back at Conall for a particular conversation they had that he was still jaded over. What worth did he have to help in romantic endeavors? Well… there were other ways of messing with his cousin, he supposed. The Caster nods to himself as if agreeing to an answer that wasn’t even given.
“…I’ll be kind though. There will be a condition, of course, but nothing outside your reach. Something reasonable. If he doesn’t like it, you won’t even have to pay me back so you’ll know that I’m not deceiving you.” It’s the least he could do. Almost like a welcoming gift for a new family member. “My foster brother’s never been a sentimental person. Not to say you likely haven’t picked up on that… but as far as gifts go, he wouldn’t like any kind of item or sort.”
“He’s stubbornly traditional with those kinds of things. If you’re his ‘wife’ then he’ll want something that falls in line with that. Take it a step further than he expects and you could even knock him off his feet. He’s never been good with emotions if they’re able to take hold of him… so just play into that. ‘Actions speak louder than words’ are what’s key with him.” So that being said… “Present yourself like a trophy in front of him. Dress up and just lavish him with attention. Do that and I bet he’ll go mad.”
And finally a grin cuts through his expression. “And if it works, we’ll just say you owe me a favor. Kings are accustomed to such terms, right?”
((You know the more and more hints are getting dropped about Caster’s true nature I’m really starting to consider that idea again that he’s closer to original Berserker/warp spasm Cú than Alter is. How that’s tied so specifically to Cú’s divinity being more than his body can handle and the extremities of his emotions. How the reason Medb lowered Alter’s divinity and ability to feel emotions could likely be because otherwise it would tie too closely to the Riastrad and be impossible to control. A monstrous form that cares not for foe or ally as it seeks vengeance. The most literal representation of the destructive side of Cú’s grief as it appears in the Tain after the boy troops are killed.
((Half of this is serious speculation but the other half I admit is just my periodic reminder I really, really, really want werewolf Cú- Specifically werewolf Cas but just Cú in general would be so cool- TM if you give me anything else give me that- I’m thinking about his wolf familiars and that special animation on his 1st skill that I still need to write out and deconstruct but TM plz-
@corrchoigilt said (inbox):“Hm… Just between you and me. I know my cousin would never say it himself with how he is… but if you were to ever get him a gift, you should get Conall a watch, I think. I know it might seem strange but it would be something very meaningful to him. He’s always having trouble arriving on time after all.” :)
❝OH? IS THAT SO? I never took Conall for one who cared about time when he likes to make his own.❞ Ozymandias gave the other a lazy glance, slight smirk lingering upon his lips, but the way his eyes narrowed slightly showed that he was more than aware of what the Caster was attempting to do. He played along, however, if only for a little while – if only initially – before the boredom set in. ❝Hmm…I wonder if I should call you ‘brother-in-law’? Regardless, you will have to do better than that if you wish to drag me into your mischief, Caster. Unlike the other fools in this building, I am not so easily reeled in and deceived.❞ He was well aware of the ‘meaning’ behind that little bit of shared information, and though he would indeed like to harass Conall and get him back for the countless times he embarrassed him, doubtful this manner of trickery would be taken too well. ❝I wonder if I should get you a large rock as a future gift. I am sure that will be quite a hit, do you not agree?❞ he cooed, smirk growing larger.
((…I have unfortunately found myself incredibly distracted by a drawing meme a friend showed me. SO. Consider this a short/fun inbox call! So I can write a bit but also continue fixating on these drawings-
((Multis specify as usual please!
“Didn’t know I looked like I was looking for something.” Ever aware of his surroundings, Geto had taken noticed of the other a while ago. Not that he thought he would be approached at all, but the confidence to address him made him laugh, a smile reaching the edges of his lips. “Am I not allowed to enjoy the weather?” A casual reaction to a seemingly casual question; however, friendly demeanor shifts subtly, smile turning to a smirk. “It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”
“You’re not? Ah, do ignore that then… You had just looked like you had lost something important is all.” And was it not polite to offer help? Certainly there was some principle concerning such in Buddhism, he recalled. A serene demeanor he’d only expect it’s monks… it’s a pity those words were not nearly as convincing in their warmth. A subtle change in his own expression as if to purposefully mimic their own.
“My, have I ruined your stroll?” Seemingly innocent all the same. He could hear the tinge of irritation in their tone. Perhaps they’d hear amusement in his own.
❛ hold out your hand for a moment.❜
@corrchoigilt ／ requested a one liner.
“Hm? What is it?” And perhaps he offers his hand a bit too readily… but what could he say? He was in a good mood. Amused, even. He wouldn’t say or think much of what for, but still. Ah, he did recall mentioning something downtown that caught his eye. Perhaps that? Or that… Maybe ‘that’?
…He might be just a bit out of it, lost in thought and the taste of expensive wine.
((Alright! Cleaned up a few things on the blog and also reworded/changed a few rules a bit. Nothing drastic but for transparency and convenience’s sake I’ll list them below if you want to glance at em.
- More clear about unaffiliated status.
- Stance on spoilers on the blog. (Current NA chapter/event and past will be marked.)
- More clarity on canon divergence. I use both Nasu.lore and Cú’s myth with a much stronger bias towards the latter and I want that to be clearer.
- Tried to more clearly word my stance on shipping. As always I reserve it for close friends, so please respect this.
- Just a slightly larger disclaimer to please not bring Cú x Scáth.ach anywhere near this blog.
“Yeah…” He clears his throat before putting the phone back into the pocket of his coat, trying to act as natural as he possibly can, even if he’s bad at it. Regardless, he does his best as he goes around him and follows the path where they’d come from, avoiding looking at any of the security cameras strategically propped up in each corner – far too many for a hospital. He takes a glance to see whether he’s following, and lets out a sigh of relief once he realizes that he has, in fact, listened to him. Unfortunately, the moment Mei sets his eyes on the hallway ahead, he freezes in his steps upon noticing a familiar face.
“Huh…? What are you doing here?” Morally asks, suspiciously eyeing Mei up and down. Once she finds out there’s someone – that person isn’t wearing a uniform, he must be new! – behind him, she instantly perks up. “Hi, hi~ I’m Morally and you must be the new employee! Did grumpy old Mei over here give you the lower floor tour already?”
It wouldn’t do to just immediately leave. He wasn’t so stupid to think that alone would save him any consequence of this. Still… even he could feel the tension of what it would mean to cross against that threshold now. Something more troublesome to deal with then having to change a name or contact information again. Maybe there’s a fleeting sense of pity and gratitude to the man before him. Kinder than their initial meeting suggested and seemingly ensnared in such a place. Almost makes him feel bad he was going to use that to push them for more information once they were in the clear-
“Just about. I’m afraid we missed a room so we were heading back before anything else.” The shift in expression is quick once he notices even just additional footsteps. Ah, wonderful. Perfect. Just what he needed. He discretely places a hand on ‘Mei’s’ back to urge him forward. A pressure that becomes a bit harsher when he notices the man to be frozen in place.
His instinct says to use his Noble Phantasm and tear them both to pieces. (Maybe if he did, they’d finally have enough parts to be one entire person.) “Aah-” it’s half a yell, cut short by Berserker’s teeth tearing into the other’s shoulder, as deep as he can wedge his teeth in. His head snaps in one direction, working off monstrous instinct to tear through flesh like so much tissue paper.
(At first, Berserker thinks his mouth is watering, but it’s not as benign as spit. The liquid dripping down his chin is the numbing venom always building in his gums.)
“You think you’d be a better weapon?” he wipes his forearm against his mouth, smearing blood. That woman sits there in his mind like a maiden pulling petals from a daisy; loves me, loves me not, loves me, on and on. How could he hate his own creator, even if he hates being created? Caster is everything he envies, free to go wherever he likes and do whatever he likes. He could be anything he wanted, but Berserker would always be trapped by his own nature. “You wouldn’t last a minute in that place.”
Why does Caster know all the right things to get to him? “Because-” Berserker pauses, the feedback loop of his own perceptions strangling him. (Madness Enhancement can be a subtle thing. It’s not the creation of bloodlust, but the destruction of ‘reasoning’; an endless downward spiral of the mind unable to check itself.)
And it wasn’t as if it were painless. As if it didn’t sting. The sensation of torn flesh and even broken bone was completely undulled despite his unflinching gaze. A deep wound that seemed held in place by only a few thin cords of muscle. If he makes any sound it’s more akin to a quiet laugh than a loud scream. Inhumanity showed itself in such varied ways.
“Because?” A cruel mimicry of the other’s confusion as he tilts his own head. Dangling in the air and seemingly unbothered by his current state, one might think Berserker had taken a bite out of a doll rather than a person. Ah, but at least he still had the pride to call himself a person. Why would he want to be a weapon? Why would he want to belong to, let alone be used by, anyone else? Destruction should always be self-serving in his mind.
He won’t completely pretend to understand, for he doesn’t. It’s a mixture of that curiosity and the frustration it invoked that had led to this point. “You never answered my question.”
What plagues you, Hound of Ulster? How long have you been leashed? How have you allowed yourself to be leashed? You can’t even say, can you? You might not even know. Pitiful. How pitiful. To have such a thing ripped from your grasp. To have agency and reason excavated from your mind itself. Stuck in a cycle created by such sloppy work…
“Does it hurt? Can you breathe?” Wake up from it.
𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
WEATHER. a cold yet cloudless winter day just as the sun begins to rise. beams of sunlight reflecting off snow in a blinding and almost unnatural light.
PRIMARY COLOUR. a light, muted blue.
COLOUR OF THE SKY. a gradient of red, orange, and blue as the sun peaks over the horizon.
MAGICAL POWER. something both destructive and healing. fire that brings light as readily as it does ruin.
SHOE. forgone or sometimes thin laced sandals.
BLADE WEAPON. Fragarach.
SCHOOL SUBJECT. math.
SOCIAL MEDIA. well-organized and almost distinctly tailored for a certain impression. mostly features photos of himself backdropped by places visited though an occasional selfie or dog photo can pop up. Normal and friendly yet still somehow feels impersonal.
MAKEUP PRODUCT. eye shadow if any
CANDY. something whiskey-spiked or apple-flavoured.
TANGIBLE FEAR. bodies of water. streams, lakes, and oceans. a trigger for painful memories more than anything else.
ICE CUBE SHAPE. gourmet ice; distinctly clear.
METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL. walking. wandering. the same pace for any other distance.
ART STYLE. ornate and intricate patterns commonly associated with celtic designs.
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE. the fae.
HISTORICAL PERIOD. the beginning of the common era in celtic ireland. a period of time filled with hope as much as it was strife as gods continued to influence the tides of conflict.
PIECE OF STATIONARY. worn parchment.
THREE EMOJIS. unlikely to use unless in a mocking sense (known or not). More biased towards emoticons and thus will use something similar to uwu :) and ;) albeit in a sarcastic context.
CELESTIAL BODY. the sun.
“What do you think he did, Cu Chulainn, son of Lugh?” Her head tilts, almost doll like in it’s angle, in it’s smooth motion, like a perfectly calculated movement. (It is, of course. The eyes that stare at her must realize that.) But there are no lies. Truly, the muse is a god older than Zeus, former titan pieces restructured from ‘sound’ to ‘song’ to ‘tragedy’. Thus, the truth is even more binding.
If Melpomene does not perceive it as the truth, after all, it cannot be said. Especially in the position she is in.
Her entire being radiates servitude. She is but the muse, and this is the highest divinity in her place of service. Thus, as the one who is the Entertainer of the Gods-
“I believe it was mentioned he was left where he met my lord Ferdiad.” Such light and heavy words, like birdsong. There is no mocking intent. There is no deception. “Perhaps the kelpies took him. Perhaps the earth or the rain. He was not fully immune, after all. He attempted to use his Noble Phantasm after discovering my lord had killed this timeline’s you… he even disturbed your grave. This was not a transgression that could be allowed. You know my lord. Do not fool yourself into thinking he is one of mercy, Cu Chulainn. Even for brave, foolish young boys who wish they could become heroes.”
“But this world is not that kind of story. A hero does not slay the evil king. The evil king cuts down the squire, beginning the transition into act two.”
The fire behind her is of no mind. Melpomene, in the service of her role in this story, makes no notice. Her entire attention is fixated on Cu Chulainn and his rage. Her stoic expression softens, a smile growing again. Encouraging.
“Ah, but do not worry. It is okay. My lord knew his name, after all, so I am sure you can ask him… he will tell you the truth, yes?” But would he? Were his words so surely true? Can’t someone learn to lie? Melpomene smiles, soft, gentle, kind. “You are home, Cu Chulainn. I am sure my lord can give you another child. He already gave you one after that boy, yes? Just rest your head. Though…”
“…I suppose you will be the only one mourning him. My lord only has room for one in his heart. Even his own blood cannot move him. You must understand, considering the boy’s original fate. Simply move on. Be happy, my lord. You are finally where fate needed you to be.”
So that fate could burn this place down. The flames crackle behind her, and she smiles.
It still pulls at his mind. Clarity not yet attained as every moment he felt he might be lulled back asleep if this rage didn’t continue to burn. It’s enough to understand. Enough to fuel it further. Realization hits him hard and he feels nails sink into his palm so that he would not forget it. The slow dribble of blood pooling on the floor keeps him grounded.
Eyes strain. A name left unspoken by the muse but still it rang in his ears. He hadn’t… He thought that… There was reason he hadn’t even considered… Ferdiad had given his word that they wouldn’t harm… Words he had trusted.
Did he really? It was difficult to tell when he knew all he felt in that moment was a blinding sense of relief.
“FUCK.” A short and dry scream as something shatters behind him. Selfish. Always selfish. Bodies pile up in the corners of his vision, familiar faces gazing back in blank, empty judgement. A tuft of purple hair barely visible through thick clumps of blood-
He rakes his hand up his arm, deep and narrow gashes opening in its wake. There’s a sickening splat as the red puddle on the ground grows larger. Again. It happened again. He broke a promise. Broke his word. Never again, yet here the past has repeated once more. It was not his sword drenched in this sin, but it just as well should be. Worthless. Useless. Selfish.
He remembers screaming on the edge of the sea-
“Say another fucking word and I’ll rip that tongue out of your damn skull.” It’s spoken through sharp, grit teeth as he finally steps forward. Every word of hers was intentional and he hates it. Every word meant to incite this very reaction she knew well would happen. Oh, she did so love her stories and how they played out… Her beloved tragedies… This was no act of kindness on her part and that is why there is little guilt in throwing Melpomene aside. A unexpected force behind the motion especially with a bloodied arm. He doubts she’ll so much as flinch at it anyways even if his touch burns.
His blood boils and simmers as it trails on the ground behind him. He was awake. An intent chosen and it consumed him. He would seek out the High King and pity anyone else that found him along his way.
@sacriduality asked: if i buy you a drink, will you indulge me in conversation ?
“Perhaps…” It’s an almost playful tone. Something meant to not be taken seriously… though more often than not he’d find himself sitting on the words ‘as long as it’s not cheap whiskey’ just to save him the time. Something he didn’t see reason to worry about with the man in front of him. Distinctly affluent and even attractive in the objective sense. A type he’s seen commonly lurking these places…
A useful type.
Lips draw into a grin as he leans against the bar. Already half-lidded eyes narrowing oh so very slightly as he meets that gaze. “What did you have in mind?”
@sinsoko asked: “ you’re still alive? impressive… “ (archer emiya)
A grating voice is what’s most striking, but it didn’t give justice to the individual before him to single out just that. An appearance that was almost just as irritating to look at. Their posture. The sound of their steps. He wouldn’t have minded if he never heard or saw these things again, yet his expression stretches into a grin as he turns to meet them.
“Yet somehow still not as impressive as your damn tenacity.” Again? Really? On the brightside, the familiarity made it easy to slip back into old insults. “You know that’s not cute, right? Following people around might give the impression you’re a creep-”
@bforefame asked: Holds his hand and then puts a peanut in it
This… was not a seashell.
There’s a brief look of disappointment in his expression as he turns the legume about in his hand. What was he to do with this? It was neither aesthetically pleasing nor something he particularly enjoyed eating. A weak bribe compared to usual.
Still… he takes it without much fuss. A headpat given to the younger saber some moments later. Just one. An equivalent exchange for the token given.
…Why a peanut?
things i think about a lot: that really cute handflip thing cas.cu does in arcade-
((Hello, hello! I am home and with a few blog announcement sort of things. We all knew this as coming. All knew how I’d react when it did. That being said I’m going to try to condense everything so I’m not spamming ooc stuff. Biggest thing though-
((After talking with some number of friends I’ve decided no matter what happens in LB.6, I’m unlikely to change anything on this blog. I’m very happy with where it is, my muse’s characterization, and more than anything I think its the interactions and relationships I’ve built here that I really kind of cherish more than anything canon. And…… of course, also to avoid spoilers. But also kind of ease my anxiety about not being canon compliant enough, I suppose. (Really more than anything I’m just worried about them conflating Cel.tic and Nor.se mythology but we’ll see.)
((Other than that!! Might be screaming a bit. A lot to pick apart from that animation update. Please feel free to blacklist my ooc tag or even my new swanky game commentary tag:
☼dog simulator //game commentary☼
((As ‘animation update when’ no longer applies-
((Still pretty busy IRL but I’m really going to try to come back to IC stuff really soon. Thank you for your patience in the meantime!! And more than anything thank you all who’ve stuck with me this long and put up with all my rambling!
((sneak peek because i already know i’m going to cave and just color and shade this even if it was only supposed to be a doodle-