#tinyholygrail

[chronomemoria-blog]

@tinyholygrail

“Close the four cardinal gates. Come out from the crown. Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom..”

Stone walls. Enclosed spaces. An ancient catalyst taken from a foreign land. A circle, searching for a spirit to fill a vessel.

“Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with your sword...”  

Not this one.

“Come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!”  

A flash of light, glowing deep red, coalescing into a masked and hooded form in the middle of the summoning circle. One dagger hung menacingly upon the belt of the Servant, but other than that, there was little to indicate who - or what he was, though the voice that came out from behind the mask was unmistakably male - and eerily familiar.

“Servant Assassin. Reporting for duty.”

[jennajfeather]

@tinyholygrail​

Flat looked at the small mage in front of him.  From her silver hair and red eyes, even he was well aware that she was an Einzbern homunculus.  What caught his attention the most was the massive amount of magical energy she contained within her body.

“It’s nice weather we’re having today, don’t you think?!”  He asked, trying to make small talk to catch her attention.

[godofsecondchance]

Counting missing sheep @tinyholygrail

      ✣ A slight hum of amusement rippled from behind his painted lips as he looked upon the child. Who should really be more shocked in the situation? She who had called upon such a creature as him that clearly towered over her then anyone. Aside from the Berserkers. Or He who would now have to listen to the random ramblings of a child for the rest of this ‘mortal game’

           “Where has the rest of you gone to ~? “He spoke a giggle slipping his lips at the other. It seemed Master or not he would make a joke at the others expense. Within reason of course, what  was a little harmless fun? ✣

[nordiixa-blog]

✕     When the magic and wind and snow had died down, a tall and statuesque woman appeared before the girl. Armed with a massive spear, and with an eagle perched over her excessively long hair, the Servant called forth was undoubtedly from the great frozen north, and although her origins were harsh, her voice was exceedingly soft as she spoke, “Are you... ... ... my Master?”

@tinyholygrail.

[ayekanaru]

Transparent background! Personals don’t reblog, thnx.

One thousand years ago --or rather, about three months ago in June-- a very special @tinyholygrail ‘s birthday happened! Usually we have a tradition of giving each other gifts, though this time I didn’t do it on time because wowie zowie, I didn’t have time!! WHY GOD, WHY. She did a really cute pic of all our children, and it was amazing and please look at it, I’m begging you.

So of course I did one with all our children! Except Lind and Skuld’s angels because like Rae, I also found myself with less space. However, like Rae, I opted for symbolism. Symbolissssm! There’s symbolism in the ice cream! WHOA! Instead of outright characters, I just made what a parfait with cake poppers would like! I bet Skuld is too sweet, Illya is umami and idk, everyone else is overbearing or bitter like lemon :D

Coloring cake poppers was fun. Organizing the cake poppers was not. Illya wanted to be the top one because grandiose sense of self, Ayeka’s just Done, Pyrrha’s just there, Lind is happy in the back and Skuld is of course angry bomb baby relegated to the bottom. Happy Birthday!! <3

(For anyone curious, I used Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop, with some lines in Manga Studio.)

I posted it here on Ayeka because I’m too lazy to move right now, wow, how lazy, much time. I’ll reblog it on @bughammer later.

[narcasse-blog1]

@tinyholygrail

Presences of women --and children-- incurs a much severe penalty should they happened to be caught by the guards that manned the palace’s battlements. Startled, fazed, but not entirely surprised, a flourish of white mantle shields her from the sights of wandering soldiers, who thwarted their patrols in the amidst of marching steps as they swivel their heads to glance at Narsus. Satisfied that nothing seems to be amiss, they bow their heads as courtesy before resuming to their patrols. 

           He walks her curtly to the shelter of towering inner castle walls, where slinking shadows of palace inmates are scantly seen, before Narsus unsheathes his mantle over her head and inquires briefly: “Yes, you; these are the property of his Majesty the king, regal grounds are insufferable to the dwellings of women and children ... have you idly walked into anybody but me, in prior?”

[ofmiischicf-blog]

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“ I need no introduction, human. ”

[visionofjudgement]

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“S-So young...”

No, he’s not startled due to any reason anyone out there one may assume. What baffled the servant was the mere thought they were making children take on the role of Master in these so called Grail Wars. It mortified him, and he could not help but pity the girl standing before him. “I-I there a reason that a young one such as yourself is a master?”

Byron is very much aware of the presence she holds, though. There was an aura to her that makes it clear that there may be more to her.