Jan 3, 2023
Artoria and caster Gil chilling and eating ice cream together?
This sounds so sweet o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
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Artoria and caster Gil chilling and eating ice cream together?
This sounds so sweet o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
I searching reference on Pinterest, and I found this
THAT OZY FACE MAKE ME LAUGH SO HARD
I have 533 gold Exp cards for caster Gil tomorrow
If my king wont come home I’ll gladly drag him
can i have headcanons of how Gil would react to his master brings him to whats left of uruk nowdays?
This is exciting. I love writing Gilgamesh. I love/hate Gilgamesh, but BOY do I love writing him. I love/hate him in all of his beautiful forms and want to worship him like the mongrel he is not. He’s such an interesting guy.
Our Conquest on the Ocean of Stars
Gilgamesh Visits Modern Uruk
The Master of Chaldea and King of Heroes traveled the wasteland on bare feet.
Master tugged on the shawl draped over their left shoulder and crossed it more tightly over their chest.
Their gown brushed their ankles, and they grabbed a chunk of the skirt fabric to hold it higher above the sand. A collection of gold and silver jewelry adorned their ears and wrists and collar. They thought they might topple over. Whether it would be from heat or exhaustion was yet to be determined.
“The outfit is appropriate,” Gilgamesh said. “You almost wear it well.”
Master rolled their eyes. “I don’t know how your people dressed like this. The heat here is almost as unbearable as the company.”
With one hand fisted in their skirt and the other acting as a visor, Master followed the servant’s lead through hot sand. They wondered if it’d be appropriate to complain to him about the hospitality conditions.
“It’s a shame that the city was unable to remain standing,” he said, “Contemporary architects could learn a valuable lesson in aesthetic pleasures.”
“It has nothing to do with your ego, of course.”
The king gazed wistfully looked out into the desert, opening his arms to the sunlight. Even with no visible landmarks, he was guiding Master effortlessly, as if nothing had changed.
“In a city as expansive as Uruk, there are subjects with talents beyond those anywhere else. Life’s greatest luxuries could be found: art, literature, and history were significant to Sumerian culture. The written word started here.”
Master interrupted him. “Did you get that out of a tourism guide?”
“Tch. I am only stating the truth. You should be thanking me. If you are uninterested, you have no business here.” He waved his hand in the general direction of nowhere, smirking just the same.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Please, continue.”
“The finest of the world’s offerings were within the city’s walls. It was home to tens of thousands of men. Uruk was at the center of high-end mercantilism. All of Mesopotamia was envious of the civilization built in Uruk, and remains even in afterlife as Uruk has become the model for modern society.”
Master found the shift in Gilgamesh’s attitude endearing. He spoke of Uruk the way a child speaks of imaginary worlds.
They felt thankful to be as close to the King of Heroes as they were. No other human alive would have the opportunity to visit the world’s first great city with its most famous king. No other master in a Holy Grail War would share the same camaraderie with him.
The pair stopped before the remains of a ziggurat, one that once stood at the entrance to the city of Uruk.
“What do you think?” Master asked. “Is it just like you remember it?”
Gilgamesh folded his arms. “Time has not been kind to this place. A pity.”
Master laughed. “Yeah, a few thousand years will do that.”
Dragonfly wings fluttered in his stomach. Master followed all this way on foot knowing the city was rubble, yet still wanted him to see it. Him seeing the remnants of his home was more important than their own comfort, and more important than the time spent traveling.
He wrapped his arm around Master’s shoulder and pulled them to his side. They stumbled into his body.
“Whoa! What was that for?”
The king pressed his finger to their lips and shushed them. “You are gifted by my presence at the start of history. You’re welcome.”
Likable Gilgamesh was gone as soon as he’d arrived.
They stayed standing like that, master leaning on servant. Gil told more tales and helped visualize where things were within the city walls, going so far as to walk Master over to important sites that dissolved into history.
A conspicuous blue sign was planted in the ground a few feet away.
“The first written words started here.”
Lancer Arturia and Caster Gil??
They shine too much
Which male servant would you like to see in swimsuit version?
All of them at this point
How would lancer alter and caster Gil interact with each other
They really need some vacations.
What about casgil respecting saber (but not trying to hit on her in anyway)
He felt bad about his counter part so he bought her Ice-cream Crepe