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@saniwabito
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saintchunks:
Hey now, I just said… ahh, whatever. Nice to meet ya, Master-chan. You’ve got a good look about you.
[He catches her eyeing his Kijinmaru. Well, why the hell wouldn’t she be impressed? He rests his hand on it, puffing up a little with pride.]
Saniwa, eh? You don’t look it… then again, doesn’t really look like we’re in the usual stomping grounds. We out in the field right now or something?
-Well! If he’s calling her “Master-chan”.........-
-It’s settled! Saitou’s a pretty okay guy! He has been dubbed “Hajime-chan” before the Lord. He is now stuck with it for eternity.-
Oh you’re familiar with saniwa stuff, huh... And, yeah, I’m not in my traditional garb for those duties at the moment... And I’m not really running around in my saniwa capacity, mostly my Master one... But enough rambling!
-And, unfortunately, enough staring at Kijinmaru. For a few moments. She does fall for him showing off just a little, though, and it makes her gaze linger just a bit longer.-
But, you’re correct. We’re out on the field. In Mesopotamia. Fortunately also not in an actual Grail War situation--most Servants in the city walls are ones with us. As for the situation... sort of a down time between combat?
>Continued from here…
[The circle sparks and glows, but then fizzles out. Guess you can’t really trust stuff like th–oh wait, no, it’s starting up again! It just needed to savor that sopping old bacony taste before it could really get going.]
[The orbs spin, though the coloring looks a little odd, but the pillar of light beams brightly as it should. The glint of a dark brown saya catches in the pillar’s light, and a figure appears.]
[A man takes form. He blinks a few times, his eyes adjusting to his new environment. He checks his surroundings first, not meeting his new Master’s eye just yet.]
… huh. Not really where I was expecting to end up. Eh, I’ve been in worse, I guess…
[He’s being coy now, taking his sweet time before he finally makes eye contact. He gives a lopsided smile.]
Ahem. Shinsengumi’s Third Unit captain, Saitou Hajime. Feel free to put a little love on it and call me Hajime-chan, if ya want.
… eh, maybe not.
-Even if she is just a clown, she always, always will be impressed with everything about summons and--is that the missing boy. That’s the missing boy, she knows it in her weird little bones that’s the missing boy right there with him.-
-He’s taking it all in stride and--yeah!!! It is him and his boy--though, she’s a bit surprised that he’s... this casual? He has a presence like this, compared to the other one she’s seen. Having a cornucopia of Shensengumi around back home kind of alters one’s perspective. But this one seems to fit with the Servant versions at least by her own sort of Master Senses. But given those Master Senses just lead her to shoving some old stained instructions as a catalyst, those are suspect at any fucking time.-
Hajime-chan!
-She goes right fucking for it.-
It’s an honor to meet you--I would be Memeko Dankuri, Master and saniwa of...
...
Usually, I’m back home when I do this.
(Thank god, it comes with instructions--but they've got coffee, egg, and bacon stains on some parts? Ah well, just take the sidewalk chalk, draw along the provided stencil, and BLAMMO! Summoning Circle! They've provided you a crumpled-up summon ticket for use, and before you know it, the circle is glowing...)
-Man, should she be like... worried? Like, just think of how convenient it must be to just have a Circle on Demand Service for any motherfucker who wants a Servant. Of course, she is the motherfucker in this instance at the moment, and she's going along with it. She's just happy to start sketching along the provided Summoning Stencil, moderately distracted by the instructions smelling like a nice depression breakfast. God, they don't have shit like that back here in Uruk.-
-She pauses, looking between the summoning ticket and the instructions.-
.........................
-Cool! The instructions themselves ARE the catalyst now. You, Memeko Dankuri, are a fucking genius.-
-She makes it rain. Well. With a single ticket. But she does have fun just throwing it on the floor and raising her hands up in celebration of whatever the hell she's doing now.-
(You've got mail! It's a special Do-It-Yourself Servant Summoning Kit! Good for one use, but if you sign up NOW, you can get them as often as you like! Dare you set it up?)
-She's just vibing in the middle of Uruk, contemplating if she should have let a certain super spicy boy go... you know. Do things. Things with Ishtar.-
-Then she's knocked down by a box of ??? something.-
-Something equally as dangerous as a big boy dragon boy: a DIY kit from a shady sales person (no CODs, void where prohibited, ACT NOW!). Oh Baconator Supreme, we're really in it now.-
-She picks herself right up and has a look.-
-Maybe she should ask about the leyline situation, or maybe she can be in character and just use it without a second thought? Future Memeko's problems may be increasing shortly.-
-She is tearing into this with the raw excitement of a kid on Christmas, that's what she's doing. It's set up time now.-
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Somewhere across the ether your vampire enhanced hearing can make out some lunatic screaming about palingenesis. Smells a little like existential despair and blueberry ice cream too.
........
Man. I gotta wonder what's happenin' back at home. Something tells me, someone's eating a lot of... everything?
-She feels awe. She feels wonder. She feels a bit of fear. She thinks of Skadi for a moment. She contemplates calling in back home to see if, like, everything's cool...?-
It's fine. I'm sure it's fine.
-Has a feeling some cataclysmic gacha event is evading her, just barely.-
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I probably need to find a way to make sure he doesn’t become a huge stone lawn ornament sooner rather than later, huh.
-There he fucking goes. Without another word. She has consented to this.-
-Look at that big little guy go. She’s charmed. Impossibly so. Her heart flutters. Maybe it’s because there’s something there that shows growth. Or, maybe something, something, hate to see you leave, but ... You know.-
-......-
-She presses F for Ishtar in her stupid little heart as it burns, fortunately not from sun exposure.-
erankposting:
[It is truly a treasured walk down memory lane between two friends. It is a warm, fuzzy harkening back to Ala Mhigo, to blasted walls, war crimes and those fucking car keys. He has pursed into a practiced smile, and only that little glint in his eye can confirm that he does indeed actually feel something in this exchange.]
This city’s guardian eikon, was it?
[Dry. Irreverent. Of course, it is simply a matter of fact for him. It is a consideration, of course. There is nothing glorious in gorging upon an accumulated hoard of magical trinkets that is gifted to him. That is useless pageantry that offers nothing to him. If shows of baubles and riches could stoke the flame, he would never have been here in the first place.]
You speak, then, of an excursion to this eikon’s lair?
[The naughty kitty smile returns. There is a slight air of disappointment- but it is a sad disappointment, the disappointment of loss, the disappointment of offering a platter because indulging in it all himself feels such a waste.]
You would have me entreat the creature- or perhaps simply set it aside- gorge upon its reserves, and return to you wearing the hide of the dragon?
[Ah, but that is so sad, my friend. We could down the beast together. You could watch me, and I could watch you watch me! That violent show only we may put on for each other. But a world in which such things were so readily available would be a paradise… but such things are simply not within his grasp. Not yet.]
[It is not an order or a command, after all. It is a suggestion. A compromise. A yield to facilitate the eclectic heights they may reach later.]
Would it tantalize you, my friend? To trek to this mountain, to feast upon the gods, and to fly back over these walls on the eve of the beast’s ultimatum? To fly right into its waiting jaws as it throws itself against the gates? You will wait, if I hasten to rejoin you before its blood hits the sands? I want to see you spill it, after all.
[He’s getting more and more animated. He is sold.]
-This is absolutely how it is to have a very, very good friend! She might have stolen his car keys in some format in the past, which is another activity that two friends engage in a healthy amount. But the way she sees more of something in his eyes, be it a sprinkle emotion or the spark of a kitty who is being extremely naughty, allows her to know that the two of them are on the same wavelength before he even speaks it.-
Exactly. Ishtar.
-She turns toward where the city walls don't obscure the mountains in the distance, to--ah, she's heard of Ebih during her time and its association with Ishtar. Or, at least, sightings of her going there after reported shenanigans in the area.-
The Ishtar we have back at home accumulates stores of aether in treasures. Usually gems. It's not unlike the crystals accumulated by beast tribes. Or, well, used in said eikon summonings.
The density and kind of aether here should be much, much more potent than anything imaginable. If I were her and if I know her, I'd have a pretty huge cache accumulated already.
-She turns back to him, smiling a little bit.-
She probably won't be too keen to give them up willingly. We could barter, maybe... But I'm not sure either Gilgamesh would want to go that far. He's, ah--there's a history. Siduri, maybe...
-But on the subject of it tantalizing her--to go on a little adventure. A little escapade. A little trip with a good friend, hand in ?hand?. Claws in claws? Just a jaunt right up to the temple--then have someone whose presence could counteract the monstrous Tiamat-Gorgon combination. It takes care of most things. The gaze issue, however, remains. Zenos might be rock hard at all times, but being that kind would put her out of yet another companion.-
-But, of course, who can deny the fucking sick prospect of dragon-on-dragon fights. And who could deny the staging he was setting for the performance. She can see that silhouette against sunset all over again when she shuts her eyes. Imagining his form, and--and maybe that little bit of dissatisfaction she has felt for her own performance in the singularity thus far. Reveling in the bloodshed of someone who wears the face of a friend isn't generally "her thing," but there's a little bit of naughty kitty in Memeko. Just a bit. One, like her dear friend with her, enjoys something about this.-
Of course I'd wait for you. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't.
-A touch casual. A touch just a little naughty.-
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