#irishhercules

[truegoldenking]

@irishhercules

That would do. Mediocre but enough. Probably someone like his target wouldn’t be hired in anything more luxurious. Yet, it was luxurious enough to encounter customers. 

Gilgamesh had chosen a table in the far corner where the dim lights had that reddish tint which made the heavy gold of his jewels even brighter, yet ominous as if cursed. 

And there he waited for that blue hair to pass by, serving other customers. HIs eyes were narrowed, staring directly at Cú’s back, the unsettling feeling someone aimed a bullet with his name. 

Probably he would perceive it, he was said to have keen senses, a true professional in his job. He wouldn’t have survived long enough to earn a reputation if the rumors weren’t true. 

But for now, Gilgamesh was a mere customer waiting for his waiter.

[advancedai]

The High School Life AU @irishhercules has always wanted! ♡

It’s not something she of all people would miss. -- It’s not something she of all people felt obliged to attend, but if an Advanced AI such as herself is to spend time in such an interesting place, then why waste opportunities? It’s definitely much better than whatever Chaldea has to offer.

Her choices are slim. A certain Green Tea has certainly reached his limit ( which BB is to blame, and she admits it - the sudden shift in places has just taken a toll on her, okay? ), and matters of the heart surprisingly didn’t allow her to invite a certain ordinary, long-haired girl who she would have been way too happy to attend such event with. Her roommate would hardly be a pleasant company, and a certain zombie goth-man would be too depressing for it. So in the end, then...

A package, and a pink, very girly letter. She had sent the combo to the Lancer in question, a perfect bait. The package contains a reminiscent male uniform, the size perfectly fitting. The letter is a cliche love letter - full of lies, of course, for the AI’s love belongs to one specific person only. But could that Lancer really refuse such innocent feelings of admiration and passion, with a kind request to meet his secret admirer at the school’s gates?

“Ah, Cu-san! Over here! You really did come♡!” A waving, excited girl, wearing clothes very similar to the Servant’s own - the female version, of course, with the perfect combo of a mini skirt and thigh highs. A Grade A Zettai Ryouiki is popular in high school settings, after all! “So? How did you like it? Did you make your heart flutter? A doki-doki kind of feeling? A secret letter, bathed in feelings of affection and admiration - a secret admirer, who wishes to attend the school festival of her dreams with the boy she likes. Fufufu. It’s the perfect bait not even the Hound of Ulster is able to refuse♡”

[nitikrty]

   ☀ @irishhercules

“Ah, come on…. You can’t go lookin’ at it like that. Sure, it’s weird getting ripped outta one place and thrown into another like we were, but look on the bright side! New place to explore, tons of people, no War to worry about— it’s great! Only thing that’d make it better was a chance to stay sharp, but I hear there’s plenty of hunting for that. This city’s what you make of it and from what I can tell, it’s a damn good opportunity for a second chance at it all. So can we put a smile on that pretty face? Eh? Ehhh?”

✫   “You truly think so? You’ve quite the optimism in mind, but I suppose it is acceptable coming from you.” 

     𝐼𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹'𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, they called him. Lancer makes that title flourish... as does he the apple of her cheeks. What blasphemy! Does he think her a gullible fawn? Chaldea may have held him in high acclaim, but she does not shed bias so easily. “You dare mask a favor in the form of a compliment? I will have you know that ‘pretty’ is not acceptable praise. That is a child’s tribute.” Fwip! Smack goes her hair against his chest, cherry-tipped ears confessing the abashment she seeks to hide. Curse this starved ego. “...You should conjure words like beautiful, or divine.” 

[tzrv-arch]

@irishhercules - not the hounds i usually dream of

“𝕬𝖆𝖆...” My hands flickered before me, as if by black magic I was replaced with nothing other than myself. I saw the ice and felt the surge, then it disappeared as I inhaled the frigid air. Was my very existence faltering between dream and reality? Or was it because of-

The Shadow Border laid in pieces before me, steam and smoke rising. The sky is shattered and red, the earth white like covered by salt flats. Where are they? I feel like I’m falling apart. Where are they? There’s blood splattered everywhere, but no sight of bodies. Alone, I cannot lift the heavier pieces of the wreckage. I try, and try, but my strength matches only my current self. There’s a headache coming up- panic attack. If this is my dream, I shouldn’t be alone. “𝕺𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆 !! ”None of them answer and my call echoes far for nothing as I wind and spin and look for them. I didn’t understand what is happening with me or where I am, but the cracks above crawl further. Stars fall, countless and dyed in ominous hues. 

With the sky cracking apart above me, I slid down against a cold piece of wreckage and held my head. Time passed. Why was I weak? Why, with all the power I’ve obtained, it never sufficed? If I had been here sooner...  too late, too late again. I was so disturbed, when another Servant came across me, all I could bring myself to say was to spit: “𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌..”

[assyriad]

||    @irishhercules    ||

          UPWARDS THE EMPRESS TILTS HER HEAD  !  Keen nose catching a familiar yet displeasing scent. How this Hive held an abundance of spirits, as if a war was sure to be upon them       But the city was still !  Rain fell from above in a downpour, dampening the streets and those caught UNWILLINGLY in the torrent. Assassin became the storm’s awaiting victim allowing the droplets to dance across her skin and slick down her hair.  Eyes were closed, basking in the silence as waterlogged footsteps approached bringing an end to her moment of peace.

           ❛ I knew I smelled wet DOG. ❜ Leisurely she turns her head in his direction, golden eyes contrastingly warm in comparison to the gloom of the weather.  ❛ I see you have found your way here as well, Lancer . ❜

[isolaradiale]

Here to take Lancer (Cu Chulainn) off of hiatus!

Welcome back!

--Mod Lyra

[ulsterhero]

another falls motionlessly with a grotesque crunch as he pulls the prongs of his spear away from the monster’s head. an apathetic look blankets over his face as he proceeds with the take down of another. he has to remind himself that this is for those defenseless against the undead --- had it no other benefit, perhaps then some other ‘ matter ‘ would have caught his interest instead.

the younger lancer does not complain --- not verbally at least --- but these fragile enemies did not make for a challenge and killed any sense of motivation. given the opportunity to do so, he pauses for a moment, watching his older counterparts as they handled the situation in their own way. surely, they too, could agree on the matter, he thinks. even more so with gae bolg wielded in their hands. 

a fresh ( or stale, really ) group of zombies by the shore, however, catches his eye; perking attention to detail. aged skin clings desperately onto muscles and bones that construct all too familiar faces. dirty locks of blue hair and eyes of red. the shamblers stagger for a moment in time, before pulling their decaying bodies out of the black sea and onto the beach. even in such a sorry state, their recognizable stances called for battle.

“ oi --- you guys seein’ this too ? ” the corners of his lips daring to smile, should the scene unfolding be the next bad joke or illusion. but the dead lookalikes were all the bit of reality in this moment and charged forward, “ --- looks like we finally got some interesting company. ”

@irishhercules  ⇀  @righcuthach

[isolaradiale]

Popping in to officially take Lancer here and Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki (Touken Ranbu) off hiatus!

Welcome back!

--Mod Lyra