"for legal reasons this is a joke" smh cowárde commit to romani [insert montage of solomon's whole everything here] archaman taking one look at david and going "guess who's not named peace anymore ya stringy little green bean a̵̮̕h̷͇̮̃̇a̵̼̽ẖ̷̗̄a̷͙͠h̷̠͌a̶͓̼̅h̷̩̰̋̒a̶̠͉̅-"
GOD does this mean it's Romani's Daddy Issues Hours??
Because I'm SO ready for Romani's Daddy Issues Hours.
Imagine him still playing off not personally knowing David after Okeanos, but... He knows. David knows. Neither of them are saying anything. But Romani takes the opportunity now to torment David.
Romani: "Hiiiii, King David, riiiight?"
David: "Oh so sorry, I'm not King anymore and I’m on my way somewhere so I have to go--"
R: "I'm heading in that same direction! Let's chat~"
D: "Uh, uh... s-sure, what about?"
R:"So you named your son 'Solomon', right? And that means 'peace'. I was just wondering! For symbolic reasons~ Was that ‘peace’ for Jerusalem or peace for your family?"
D: "Ah... for... peace between me and god... and also for Jerusalem."
R: "Uh-huh, uh-huh. And why would you need peace between you and god? And why was your youngest son at the time your offering for that peace? :) "
D: "...I don't like your tone, young man."
R: "Aw :( but anyways,,, you asked god to make him the perfect king, right? And then you went hands-off when he became king when he was only 15 years old and let him make his own decisions and do his own thing, right? I mean those were your own words when we spoke in Okeanos, David. But the thing is... I'm confused if god made him the 'perfect king' or not, because he was actually kind of heartless! Didn’t really ease much human suffering, you know? He also still disobeyed god and brought misfortune onto Jerusalem that resulted in the kingdom being split apart after his death. And he was emotionally vacant because of the divine will over him, so all of his personal relationships were destroyed. So he accomplished amazing things as a magician and an architect, but he didn’t really leave behind the most positive legacy as a king with his family or his people, right?? And not to mention, it seems like he’s the one that incinerated human history that Chaldea is fighting against-- allegedly-- right?? I think a lot of that would have been mitigated if you were there to guide him in his formative years, right??"
D: "...Listen. I can't exactly apologize now, can I?”
R: “Oh yeah?? You can’t?? :) You really can’t?? :) There’s no way you can apologize now?? :) That’s too bad. :) I’m sure Solomon would love to hear his father say a simple little ‘my bad’. :) Might ease a lot of tensions between you two. :) ”
D: *whispering* “You sound exactly like your mother when you do that and I hate it.”
after the old spider event, there's something on my mind
i know having a very old relic related to the servant (ex. something belonging to the hero) you want to summon is kinda a necessary thing in a typical holy grail war but like... couldn't you make your own representation? mythology has been making symbols of the gods for years (athena and owls, anubis and jackals) maybe the success rate would be lower, but what is there to lose especially if you don't have the money??
tldr, making your own catalyst of or summoning with something more abstract, like a location, etc
charming your way into the galleria dell'academia di firenze to use the statue of david. doing the summoning ritual on slievenamon. or better -
imagine not having a catalyst going fuck it, i'll try any way and you accidentally summon iskandar because your tangled earbuds fell out of your pocket and it was considered a good enough gordian knot.
Summary: The Queen of Sheba tries to piece together the man she once knew, and the man she once could have known, from the pieces of him that remain.
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It was a difficult thing, to know that she missed him.
They told her it had been a year - just a year since the Restoration of Humanity, since the Resolution of the Grand Order. The journey wasn't quite over and the battles not quite complete, but it had been a year from the Final Singularity to her recent summoning in Chaldea. Just a year for her to appear, only to know that she'd lost him.
She doesn't grieve, at least not outwardly. After all, it is difficult for a servant to not be unfazed by death. But it is difficult not the buckle a bit at the echoes of him that remain - strewn around Chaldea like pieces of a puzzle, a pattern, a riddle to be solved.
When they first show her the pictures, she recognizes him as much as she doesn't. His face is different, his hair shorter, his eyes alight with more life than she remembers in the cold, blank gold of his previous gaze. But she sees her King in the shyness of his smiles, the crinkle in his eyes, the sheepish brush of a hand over his nape whenever something flustered him. She runs a thumb over the pictures; traces the new curves of his face. Registers the flickers of familiarity in this charming, red-headed man who smiles not quite like her husband used to. And she aches for him in a way that is both familiar and not.
"What was he like?" she asks the master sometimes, wanting to bridge the gap between them. To know who he was under his Kingly mantle, to know the life of the man she loved.
"Gentle," they'd say, always with a smile. One dampened by grief and mourning, but with a fondness that made her ache for them as much as herself. "Sweet. Kind. A bit of a dork."
She soaked in the words; let it color the gaps in her memories, the images in her brain. One time she tells them she never actually heard him laugh before - always weighed by his kingly duties, his link to God - and they'd spent the rest of the afternoon describing the soft timbre of his laugh, the sweet lilt of his giggles. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it, to imagine him. To think of him sitting beside her with their hands intertwined, and his laugh stirring her hair.
"Who was he when they didn't see him?" she asks sometimes, to the servant behind the screen. The one who knew who he was when he didn't have to present that happy, smiling front; the one who'd worked closest to him, knew the human side of him more than anyone else.
The servant smiles warmly and answers.
"Tired," she says, with a coffee mug to her lips. "Overworked. Guilty, in some ways. He wanted to do what was best."
"Did you love him?" she asks, registering the way she looks when she talks about him; that sad, wistful gaze.
But the servant just smiles and sips her coffee, quietly amused.
"Maybe as a friend," she hums over her mug. "Not in a way a wife loves a husband, even in a new life."
She quiets, slightly embarrassed of how easy she was to read. As a clairvoyant, she was used to the opposite being true.
"Was he different from the person you knew?" she asks his father once, the first time she'd found him seated at the cafeteria with an easy grin. It had faltered a bit at the question, and that small tell was enough to let her know that whatever the relationship had been between them, this was still a man who had lost his son.
"Yes and no," he'd replied, voice soft in a way she hadn't expected. His face was inscrutable; his gaze cast far away. "He laughed more readily, smiled more easily. He showed his emotions far better as a doctor than as a King. But the most intimate, he'd keep close to his heart. He'd still shutter his face and smile his troubles away rather than let others in. That much, I suppose, did not change."
She didn't like to hear that. Wonders how much pain he was hiding, in the shadows where no one could see. How did he feel, how did he cope, knowing that the second life he'd chosen for himself would have to end to pay for the sins of his first?
Around her, Chaldea bustles with activity. The battles go on, the journey continues, and they weed out the few pillars fortunate enough to have escaped the Temple before it had fallen. But there's a strange quality to the staff, to the master, to the young purple-haired girl who manages the comms and was apparently once a servant. Its as though there was a wound in their configuration, a gap where something or someone else was, a scar from a grief not quite healed over. She knows she's not the only one whose dealing with his loss; not the only one who had loved him and grieved him and weathered his death. But now it's as if she feels his absence more acutely; in all the spaces they tell her he should've been, but no longer is.
She wonders about him, in the breaths between. In the sighs between battles, in the quiet of the war. She tries to picture him at the desks, at the cafeteria, bowed over a slice of cake or a cup of coffee or the work they'd told her had absorbed his waking hours. She thinks about how he might have interacted with the Chaldean master, or the Shielder, or the dark-haired Caster. She wonders how he would've felt if she'd been summoned just a year earlier. Would he have been surprised? Happy? Disappointed? Would the Doctor have loved her as much as the King?
She doesn't suppose she'll ever know. The future is a strange thing - amorphous, even to her eyes, distant and ever-changing. She wonders if he'll be in it again; if he'll find a way.
They let her keep some of the pictures. She takes them out sometimes - not to dwell on, but to think. To wonder. To dream.
And to run her fingers over the Doctor who smiles just a bit differently from her King, and whisper:
How Hamesh Avanim doesn't have bonus damage against Giant-type enemies is beyond me. Its David! He's significantly known for this! It arguably is what started him down his path! His archer form is even how he was when he did it!
If my OC (Amane) was the current Master of Chaldea (Part One cause I haven’t finished Mist City yet :))
Hi it’s me again. I’m very very sleep deprived and within it was my urge to just write what I felt while playing FGO, which so far is an amazing fuckin roller coaster, like bless the writes.
So this is a somewhat vent/headcannon as to what would happen if it was my OC instead of Gudako, whom is more acknowledged of her magic, which allows her to summon anything with a blade on it. Also yea she can shift anything metal into weapons. Will be mentioned as you read through
OOC I know but eh. I’ll try to sleep now (10:45 AM) bye.
I kinda wanna punch The Director, is it a bad thing?
I know, I know. She’s just hard headed because of the duty pushed to her. But me too! And I was inside the building for a day and half when this shit show happened.
Cú, I demand you stay away from Mash before I slam your kneecaps to pieces.... why are you looking at me that way, what makes you think I can’t?
Lev. You just went from 0 to a hundred, rEAL fast.
I know I could’ve said we needed a tank, but Mash, I love you and I’m gonna make sure you get some desserts when we get back. Remind me.
We are not gonna talk about how overextended the First Singularity is, all we know is we had fun, we got the Singularity fixed, we have a grail secured, I got up close with Jeanne d’Arc, Queen Marie, and Mozart himself, and I loved the entire time we were there. I forgot to hug Siegfried, though.
I came for a gunfight, but it’s quite refreshing to hear wisdom from them, really changes your view of things. (this is me bowing on how good they wrote the characters)
Remind me to bring my Dimensional Box, filled with a variety of blades, when we face actual Demon Gods, I might be useful instead of being at a safe corner, relying on command seals.
Lev, you swollen cunt, pushing your work to others.
Nero, lemme just hug before we go. I appreciate you, thank you very much.
Drake, please don’t give me a gun, or I might shift it into a sniper rifle and shoot Blackbeard myself in the head. Yes, I can.
I am so gonna pay for Asterios and Euryale’s wedding when I summon them to Chaldea.
Blackbeard is definitely a neckbeard that never left his mom’s closet.
Yeah, I’m talking about you! You weaboo kinky fuckin pedophile. Even those two are nodding with me! Imagine being betrayed when other explain to you WHAT YOU ARE and your men agrees along WITH IT.
Darn, I never got to punch the guy.
Orion be Smol tho. As for Artemis. Damn woman, you’re brighter than my hopes and dreams.
Jason you pussy, I bet you can’t throw hands with those skinny arms that’s probably more limp than your small dick!
Another demon god, great.
NOW THIS IS WHAT MAGIC IS SUPPOSE TO BE USED.
Too meta? Nah, I mean look at that hunkin bitch. Right, sorry David. But just collect yourself a jar of money for every time I swear, least I can do is actually acknowledge what’s left of savings to control my mouth. Yes you can do what you want with it, maybe even donate it back to Chaldea just to get the place fixed and hire with what is left of humanity.
If rank 30 was easy I wonder how 1 is? Wait is that asking for Karma? .. Right...
