Master Senpai Aneki

Hello there! Welcome to the world of Fate! My name is Ritsuka! People call me Master! This world is inhabited by creatures called Heroic Spirits! For some people, Heroic Spirits are friends. Others use them for fights. Myself... I summon Heroic Spirits to save the world as a profession. Independent Roleplay blog for Ritsuka Fujimaru (Protagonist) from Fate / Grand Order. Please read Guidelines and Profile before interacting.

[anekiex]

@digitalfcte​: "I have waited for two years already and now I have to wait 9 months on top of?" 

“You can’t rush perfection.”

[anekiex]

"...so... did you brought the milk you went out to buy?"

"Give it a little bit of work and I'm sure we can have some milk in say, nine months."

[anekiex]

@digitalfcte​: *flashes back*

“Nice tits.”

[anekiex]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Saying “Have a nice day” is so welcoming. Yet saying “Have a nice 24 hours” is so much creepier.

[just-shower-thoughts]

People who believe in ghosts probably have some level of performance anxiety while masturbating.

[anekiex]

bunnysmultimuse​

“Hmm.” Well, he can settle for this– even if it makes him feel a bit like a dog. “Did you miss me that much?”

“If I didn’t, you’d be rare prisms by now.” Ignore the fact that it’s a jar of saint quartz. Or that she has that on hand to pop out at any second and disappear just as quickly. Just enjoy the headpats.

[anekiex]

bunnysmultimuse​

“Please stop.” Edmond mumbled out as that word hurt his very soul! “I don’t want to hear you call me that.”

“Oh?” She reaches over and gives him a headpat. With both hands.

[anekiex]

bunnysmultimuse​

“………………………………………. I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

“Tsun ~ Tsun ~”

[bunnysmultimuse]

“And what are you two looking at?” Don’t mind him just being a grump as he lights a cigarette.

[anekiex]

“A tsun, tsundere?”

[anekiex]

anikiex​

He snickered and tried to cover his laugh with his hand. And failed. “Right? See guaranteed wild night. Though we could change things up by going a different route. Like baking, shark racing or mecha-eli steel cage death matches.”

“It is summer. So shark racing would be in season.” Riding a mecha-shark-eli sounded pretty good too. Especially mixing it with steel cage death matches. “Baking with ‘’’’’’’unique’’’’’’’’’ ingredients sounds like fun too. Not as fun as mecha-eli and sharks. Shark Mecha Eli. Mecha Shark Eli. Eli Mecha Shark. Alter Ego.”

[anekiex]

anikiex​

“…ultimate pillow fight night? Jello wrestling? Or good old fashioned whoever beats the most materials of enemies get headpats from the master?”

“Hm ... Such good options. Very good options, but you remember the last time we had that ultimate pillow fight night. And the time the jello wrestling went 'out of hand’.” She did the whole air quotes thing to emphasize. “And that last one’s a trap! Who doesn’t like headpats?”

[anikiex]

“It’s so quiet around here. This can only mean something ridiculous will happen soon.”

[anekiex]

“We can always make something happen. If you’re b o r e d.”

[anikiex]

So to explain why the ARTIC Chaldea Uniform exposed skin for BOTH of them, in short, is due to their training. We could blame aesthetic, but we don’t want to think everyone would be that stupid or let someone be that stupid designing them.

So the exposed areas on their uniforms are places where they concentrate the fire and heat magic runes they learned from Caster Cu Chulainn  (and other servants who use runes) to keep warm. It also helps their body and magic circuits adjust to frequent and constant usage of magecraft without burning out. 

[dreamscapes-rpmemes]

Send me a number 1-500 and my muse will anonymously talk about yours

[gogopri-deactivated20241226]

THE GUDAKO TUMMY HAS BEEN UNLEASHED

[anekiex]

 @shougancid​​ asked:  “Hey, what did you do before all this started anyway?” The taller woman had been looking for a place to take a nap, relax a little before something else got completely and utterly ruined. Because something was going to go wrong, that was just Chaldea at this point. “You don’t seem like the mage type.”

Flopping on the couch next to her with a fresh melon bread, Ritsuka moaned happily. The soft texture! The sweetness! It was just melting on her tongue. If only she could live off these! Ah, she’d barely heard Mari calling. She devoured the rest of the melon bread quickly enough, knowing she’d be too distracted to bother answering if she hadn’t, then knocked the front of her curled fist to her chest. Like it would push down the bread she just about inhaled smoother.

“Fwaaa~ That was so good!”

She let out a content sigh, holding on to the edge of the couch.

“Oh, right! Your question. Where should we start ... We don’t seem like the ‘mage type’ because we aren’t.” She could leave it like that. Then again, that’d be kinda rude. She knew that the woman wanted more, have a little more background. “We just happened to have the potential for it? At least that’s what they explained to us.”

Ritsuka leaned back on her, counting down what they did on her fingers. “Before all this, we did normal people stuff. We finished high school, looked for a jobs — better ones, anyways, and then they offered room and board. Now, we’re here, and the rest is history.”

She turned, looking over towards Mari, “what did you do before all this?”