i’m going to come clean on here. i sadly have no more interest in writing for f/go anymore. years and years i’ve tried to open wips and work on them, and i find myself closing them or losing motivation more than writing them.
i know i still have year-old requests sitting in my inbox in addition to my rewrites and the two runner-up raffle wins from my previous blog, which i have unfortunately lost the two usernames of due to my irresponsibility of not double-checking when cleaning my room and throwing out the paper it was written on, but i cannot bring myself to write for f/go no matter how hard i try.
i’ll leave this blog here, for one day maybe i’ll regain the spark to write again, but i believe the chances of this happening are very low.
thank you to all who have supported me on my writing journey and helped me reach this far. this was my first gateway into actively posting my writing online. i had lots to learn from in both writing and time management to get requests out i enjoyed every interaction, every word of encouragement i’ve received and every friend i’ve made through writing for fate/grand order.
i’m sorry this isn’t the update many of you wanted, but i really needed to get this off my chest.
if i had a dollar every time tumblr fucks up the formatting or the tagging on my posts from 2017 combined i would be able to bribe delightworks to give us summer males by now smh
Ask: shiki anon here. I’d like to request some general headcannons for Shiki saber! thanks!
Sent by: Anon
A/N: hi!! another rewrite brought to you by yours truly ;D I really enjoyed writing these hcs back then and saber shiki is so beautiful ;;v;;
Without s/o
Saber Shiki has a rather calm aura than her Assassin counterpart. She acts like a doting older sister to everyone in Chaldea and can be frequently seen helping around, easy to spot as she is clad in a white kimono. She often helps Emiya in kitchen duty, helping the Child Servants calm down before the food is being served and also serves as a cook whenever Emiya is doing a quest.
Her cooking skills aren’t on par compared to Emiya’s, however. They do talk about the menu for the day sometimes and share recipes together.
Ask: Hi! May I please request some angst for Archer Emiya? Ah, sorry that this isn’t specific!
Sent by: Anon
A/N: thank you for requesting!! this was one of the rqs i never rly got to write from my old blog but always had so many ideas for it hdkjsvh i hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: Angst, character death
Emiya sighed as he sat up on his bed, his fingers threading through his hair as beads of sweat rolled down his face. He looked around and found himself in a large bed, surrounded by white walls, with a night table and an empty glass of water beside him.
“Good grief,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed over the white covers and walked out of his room. “The same dream again and again. Is this perhaps a gift from Satan himself? Or a punishment from the gods themselves for continuing down the path I have chosen?”
HIs elbows rested on his knees as he looked down at the floor. He vividly remembers everything, down to every little detail. He remembers being surrounded by fire as a kid, laying down helplessly in the middle of the raging flames of Fuyuki, on the brink of death, his throat and lungs burning. He remembers seeing the tall buildings and street lamps collapsing down on him, crushing his little and fragile body.
A/N: popping out yet another rewrite!! i tried expanding on these headcanons bc I love Eon but there’s not much content on them ;;v;; (yes there’s agartha but i refuse to read agartha) i hope these headcanons are good enough!! thank you for requesting!! I feel like I’m repeating myself in these hcs haha
They’re best friends with Marie. They always vow to protect her and always apologizes when they turned their blade against the royal family of France.
Also very close friends with Astolfo and Mozart. They both love hanging out together, although Éon is more quiet than Astolfo, they quite enjoy their outgoing personality. Astolfo and Marie both make Éon try on different clothes and fashion trends.
Marie frequently gifts them outfits, which most of them turn out to be dresses. She says Éon looks good and beautiful in dresses and highlights their beauty. She also enjoys doing Éon’s makeup, highlighting their bright eyes
In contrast to Astolfo, who gives them more casual clothes in comparison. Hoodies, oversized t-shirts, short or long skirts, crop tops, you name it. Éon has no trouble dressing in such clothes since they were a spy and had to dress up in clothes to not be seen.
Cu Chulainn Alter (Berserker) + Master who’s gentle, sweet and klutzy yet intimidating
Ask: Hc for BerserCu that has a female master s/o that’s kinda small and really gentle and sweet but can sometimes seem like a klutz or frail but can also actually be v intelligent and surprisingly intimidating?
Sent by: Anon
A/N: another rewrite!! was reading it thru to correct and add in some stuff and to the anon who requested this like a year ago on my old blog, these are still some of my favourite requests i have written!! (this is like 4 pages of hcs in my google docs) thank you so much for requesting ♡ i’m slowly rewriting everything because finals are coming and so are college applications ;;v;; please be patient with me
Warnings: None
In all honesty, when he saw you as he materialized in Chaldea, he wasn’t expecting you to be as grand as everyone around; actually, far from it. With your short stature and gentle yet surprised and frail look when you summoned him, he wasn’t so sure about how this War would be.
Roughly around the first weeks he was summoned, he noticed you being very kind and sweet to almost every Servant out there, even Edmond Dantes and Jeanne Alter.
Though you did try to keep a respectable distance to a few Servants, giving them some personal space when needed. He figured he could get along with you to some extent if you were the type to be smart enough, according to him, to take note of his short answers and aloof body language to leave him alone asides from discussing missions and quests. He already has some respect, although small, for you.
He also saw you trip and bump into small stuff, like the plant at the end of the hall, when you bumped into the door frame or when you missed the last step of the stairs and slammed onto the ground face first, having Nightingale, Irisviel and Raikou immediately coming to your rescue.
But what surprised him the most, despite always seeing you being klutzy and tripping over air, was your ability to quickly assess the situation and think of many possibilities to overcome the problem which saved you and your Servants many times.
Ask: Headcanons of Nero and Caligula (separately) with an s/o who’s really artsy and loves doing anything creative (like art, music, dance, theater, crafting, etc)? Thank you!!
Sent by: Anon
A/N: For personal reasons, I’ve simply written for Nero for this request. I do not write romantic scenarios for Caligula. Thank you for understanding.
Warnings: Mentions of nudity and erotism.
She loves how you have a really creative mind and greatly praises you for your talent, it’s a refresher from all the tiresome training and fighting. She also loves bragging about your talents to others. “Yeah!! [Y/N] did this! A beautiful artwork that has graced this very kingdom of mine, umu!”
Or things like: “Admire my beautiful body that has been sculpted with the blessed and talented hands of my [Y/N]!”
Why, oh why, did you fall for such an arrogant king? What made you so attracted to him? His power and strength on the battlefield? He was the King of Heroes after all, with thousands of Noble Phantasms in his possession through Gate of Babylon. He was humanity’s first Hero, the first Hero-King, birthed from a priest and a goddess. He was blessed with all opportunities one could simply imagine having at birth. He had both wisdom from the gods and the stubbornness of man that anyone would kill to obtain. You considered yourself even lucky to have summoned him in the first place with that dead snake skin you worked so hard to get.
Was it his looks that made you stare at him and have your heart thumping fast against your ribcage?
You couldn’t lie; for the King of Heroes had a muscular build and good looks. You had fallen at first for his appearance at first when he appeared in front of you, in the middle of the red summoning circle in your basement — remembering vividly how his piercing crimson gaze froze you on the spot before he demanded where he was and how dare he was summoned under such a ‘terrible and unclean’ place that was deemed unfit for him. You laugh at that memory.
Y’all know I’m not on that competition grind, and I’m here to support my fellow writers while sharing my own shit.
This community has a lot of different fanfic/headcanon/imagine writers of varying experience levels. I’m a little surprised one of these doesn’t exist yet, so here it is. Links go to the blog’s masterlist or AO3, if available.
Am I missing your blog or another? Hit me up. Preferably just comment on this instead of RBing it for that because it’s way easier for me to read. None of these are tags so if you don’t notice I made this list oops lol
If I forgot you or don’t know you it’s not on purpose, I swear. I’m sitting in class as I draft this post and am trying to find as many of us as possible.
And if you have a recommendation for moving a blog for one category to another that’s okay to tell me, too.
Categorization:
Active - Has posted original content in 2018. It’s possible that content was posted months ago, but I don’t feel like tracking month-by-month. This will be a more tuned time period later.
Inactive - Has not posted original content in 2018 (or) is on hiatus.
Baby (or) Established - Based on # of OC posts and very little on the length of time posting OC.
Cù Chulainn (Caster) + Master with low self-confidence
Ask: pssst tiane i need some inspiration for something i plan to write in the future. how about cas cu taking care of a master with low self confidence? you can make this as angsty or as fluffy as you want, i won’t mind either way
Sent by: @sonyagi
A/N: aaaaaa i remember this request from you, sonagi!! ;;v;; i quite enjoyed writing it back and rewriting it now UwU also seeing your url on my docs rly hit back hdskjfsl hope you’re doing fine and hope you don’t mind the tag either haha ;;v;;
Caster Cu is someone who easily notices and picks up things from afar, even from observation or for a short period of time. Given your experience with him in Fuyuki, you noticed that he quickly picked up Mash’s nervosity, as well as yours. He isn’t one to let something fly past his keen eye and sense. While the Caster Cu you summoned retains no memories from the Fuyuki Singularity, he is still the same as you have met him there in the flaming city.
At first, he did find it indeed quite strange that you were making such low comments about yourself and simply brushing most of the compliments off. However, he didn’t pay that much mind to it, assuming that it was merely the huge and overwhelming stress as Humanity’s last standing Master that was wearing you down.
He did have his suspicions when you were travelling through the seas with Francis Drake, as you had already faced against Jeanne Alter and Atilla the Hun herself, as well as restoring three Singularities already. But he told himself it wasn’t his business to pry into yours, so he decidedly left you alone.
However, after he takes note of how you were the same as you were back in Orleans, the nervous and unconfident Master you were that he had met, when in London, he began to strongly worry about your self-esteem. It wasn’t normal for someone who went through so much already and not feel even the slightest more confident about yourself after making it out alive through seemingly impossible situations. Although you had begun to accept compliments, albeit after much insistence from people, you still would compliment yourself before forming it into an insult, laughing it off like it was nothing or playing it off like a joke.
He knew that the longer this will last, the more it will be damaging to you mentally and take a toll on the mission to restore humanity, as well as your own physical well-being. He slowly began complimenting on the littlest things, like how your hair is nice or how you look cute with a smile. No matter his class and whatever small alteration to his personality, he still retained that little flirtatious side of him. You were quite used to his small flirty remarks here and there, so this was nothing new to you. As usual, you brushed it off.
After seeing you laugh everything off and compare yourself to other people, saying how you’re just a simple human that somehow got winded in this whole mess, Cu had considered sitting you down for a conversation regarding this for a long time. As a Servant, and one of your closest ones at that, it was his duty to see that you were in good condition, mentally and physically.
He prefers to take a calmer approach to this situation instead of a full-on confrontation. He first asks if he may talk to you about upcoming missions, closely observing and hearing your choice of phrasing and wording when he asks questions regarding you and how you’ll oversee the Servants you were bringing along.
You often just brush your role of Master aside, shrugging and saying you’ll just provide support from the backlines, just like you usually do. “I’ll just provide support from the backlines,” you shrugged with a smile, like it was nothing. “I’ll do my best not to get in the way and cause trouble. You guys have already too much to focus on when fighting. I’ll just get in the way.”
He assures you that hardly any of the Servants think you’re a burden and are all grateful for the consistent supply of mana they have been getting, as well as all you have done until now to restore Proper Human History.
Again, you laugh it off. “Oh please, I’m just a third-rate mage who barely made the cut from the selection test. The previous director even said I wasn’t even supposed to be here and I just got lucky. Hell, I wasn’t even the one who was supposed to save the world.”
Cu frowns at what you had just said. It wasn’t in any possible way your fault that you winded in this situation and no one could’ve done anything to prevent it. “Master, you couldn’t have done anything to prevent the accident. You have done nothing wrong and the fact that we’ve already come this far already means so much. You’ve grown since we first met. Master, if you continue saying such things about yourself, it will greatly affect your performance; we both know that this cannot last for everyone’s sake and yours.”
“What do you Heroic Spirits know?” you said in a low voice. “What do you know about how I feel when I see you all in battle?! I know I cannot change the fact that I am a third-rate mage who only knows the very basis of magecraft! How do you think I feel when I interact with renowned heroes of the past and myths on a daily basis?!”
“Master—” he started before you cut him off
“How am I supposed to feel in the presence of multiple kings and heroes?! People who have done so much! People who left their marks down in our history by doing such incredible things! Tell me, Cu Chulainn, how am I to feel?!” you continued, raising your voice.
Cu let out a barely audible sigh. “Master,” he started in a firm voice, making you stop. “Listen to me. We may be Heroic Spirits from the past, present or future. However, each one of our own stories are different, and yours as well. Whilst it is not my business to pry within your personal life outside of Chaldea, but as our Master, you are the one who holds us together. We are just a manifestation of our former selves and familiars for everyone to use as they wish. But you, Master, you’re the one who commands us.”
He stops for a moment before taking your hand with the red Command Spells imprinted on your hand, tracing them gently. “These Spells you possess symbolize the power you have over us. We Servants are mere chess pieces — pawns — for you. Look at what you’ve accomplished already. Anyone would immediately give up after one day, but you continued forward. Master, when I was young, I understood this feeling of worthlessness as well. I know that feeling very well, in fact. Undoubtedly, anyone has experienced this in their own life. You shouldn’t just lower yourself like this because you have something we don’t have; and it’s the amazing charisma and courage to lead us on, no matter who we are.”
You sigh, pondering over his words before letting yourself fall on your bed, asking him to give you some time alone. He obliges before reverting back to his spirit form and leaving your room.
Over the course of the next few days, you avoid talking to him too much asides some essentials, as you might feel awkward after that conversation you both had the other day. Cu doesn’t mind, understanding the situation and wants you to give more time to reflect on yourself. He gives you small words of encouragement and awkward pats on your head when you win a battle, hoping that you would gradually see yourself for your own worth.
wAAAAAA I FINALLY GOT THE KNIGHTS CE IVE WANTED FOR SO LONG AND TWO BONUS SERVANTS THIS BANNER IS SO NICE TO ME WTF SHDJDJNDNS??? WOW WHERES MY LUCK WHEN DANTES CAME AROUND HDSNDSNNS???
Ask: Headcanons for being Billy the Kid’s best friend? Like what you’d do or how he’d help if you’re upset? I just really like this gunslinger boy. Keep up the good work on this blog, by the way! Been loving it so far.
Sent by: Anon
A/N: wahhh i remember this request ;;v;; i remember really liking this when i wrote it aaaa billy rly is a nice dude and i’m so happy he got more spotlight in lb1! i’ve attended an all-girls high school and i only have one guy friend who i wasn’t that close to (with college, i’ve made more guy friends but it’s still kind of awkward haha,,,) so i apologize if any of these may,,, look a bit weird??? in a sense??? hfksjh anyways this was a vv fun rewrite for me haha sorry for my ramblings ;v;
He’s extremely chaotic and by every definition of chaotic you can possibly think of. Billy is already a quite out-going person as he is, so it doesn’t take long for the two of you to become close friends. He’s quite mindful of where your boundaries are and respects them, given the fact that you are his Master. After spending a few weeks with him in battle in Singularities and in the training simulations, you find yourself growing more comfortable with him.
He enjoys rock music after you’ve introduced it to him, especially Panic! At The Disco or other heavy metal bands like ACDC. He also finds himself enjoying music in foreign languages such as music by Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, ONE OK ROCK, FLOW, BACK-ON and much more. Day6 and ATEEZ are also some of his favourites. You both enjoy adding in your own input and discuss how each song is in your opinions. He’s quite open and likes to listen to you ramble on. You both enjoy dancing your hearts out when feeling the beat to loosen up from the stress culminating on your shoulder.
If you’re upset, the first thing he’ll do, surprisingly, is sit you down and let you talk about it. He can be very awkward when speaking out for himself with his feelings. He’ll stumble a lot on his words because he isn’t good with these kinds of situations, but he’ll always talk about it with you. While he’s not the best at it, he’ll nevertheless attempt to offer some advice regarding the situation and try to cheer you up.
Due to his rowdy lifestyle, he often results in physical means and violence to often get conflicts resolved. If someone has physically or emotionally harmed you in any way, he won’t hesitate to hunt them down and give them a proper beating to not mess with you again.
If he’s upset, you do the same. You sit him down and ask him what is wrong and then proceed to ask if you can help in any way possible. You try and offer your best advice to him depending on what is troubling him. You frequently give him a glass of water to help him calm his nerves down, allowing him to take a deep breath and possibly sort out his feelings.
Talking out his feelings isn’t the first thing that comes into mind when he comes across a problem, but he knows how to control how he acts when emotions take over. He tends to bottle up and have a few shots by himself, trying to laugh the situation off. Rarely, he would decide to face off his problems and do something about it but it was only with you talking through many of his situations as his best friend that he found himself more and more comfortable voicing out his thoughts. You try to cheer him up by playfully teasing him and offering some freshly made food and snacks as well.
You both love to tease and make fun of each other’s tastes out of good heart. You like to tease him for his rather short height of 158cm and his youthful appearance that he prides himself in. In response, he enjoys teasing you about your likes and potential crushes you might have. He likes ruffling and messing with your hair, watching your reaction as you scold him and rearrange your hair with a huffed air.
Being a Servant summoned in the late 2010s, it was bound for him to somehow discover anime and Japanese media, especially when Osakabehime is here as well. He enjoys watching shounen and seinen series most of them, watching the action fights sends him adrenaline through his body and it’s like a small boost of energy for him. He frequently watches some of his favourite fight scenes from some anime if he were to be sent off to rayshift to make him feel more energized.
As a joke just to bug everyone off, he enjoys Naruto-running around with you, stopping occasionally as you slow down to take a rest and laugh at each other about how you consciously both looked absolutely ridiculous doing that. He also enjoys ‘dabbing’ and doing other memes that come from the Internet. It’s always fun to do Fortnite dances with you on the cold nights of Singularities to attempt and cheer you up from what is happening around you.
finally kind of got a rhythm back with writing for the fate series after so many periods of inactivity ;;v;; thank you for being patient with me and supporting me until now, everyone!! it means very much to me!
i still have a lot of rewrites and past requests to go through so please bear with me because requests aren’t going to be open for a while, unfortunately,,, i’ve set myself to rewriting 1 or 2 headcanons post or one fic per day before i move on to the fresh batches as a break between my studies and pre-readings for college, so updates should be coming rather frequently if i don’t slack off!
i have long breaks in-between my classes so i hope with college i can at least update twice a week ;;v;; please wish me luck!!
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Ask: Surprised by the lack of Dr. Roman requests - le gasp - So how bout some fluff for the overworked doctor
Sent by: Anon
A/N: waaaaah another rewrite from one of my very very first posts published back in 2017 ;;v;; recently, one of my friends has gotten in fgo and she has a huge huge crush on romani (@eorzean-savage) which i find really cute so i decided to polish up with very old fic (and made it very lengthy in comparison to the original)!! i hope it is to your liking, anon, if you’re still around to see this!!
Romani Archaman sighed, carding his gloved fingers through his strawberry blonde hair. His face was a frustrated one, eyes hurting from the obnoxiously bright light of his computer screen. Notebooks that threatened to fall piled up on both sides of him were filled with notes and events from each Singularity that Chaldea has managed to restore. How many times has he tried to paraphrase and rephrase this sentence for it to make sense and finally satisfy him? He had lost count by the third time already.
With a small lamp emitting an olden yellow light that allowed him to see his messily scribbled notes and arrows from the events of the E Pluribus Unum Singularity, the margins of his pages decorated with cute little doodles of Humanity’s and Chaldea’s last Master, the rest of his room was dark and silent. The occasional grumble from his lips, the typing on his keyboard, the rummaging through his papers as well as the quieted and hushed rants he let out to himself were the only times the peaceful yet almost eerie silence of his room was broken.
“Goodness, I should probably give more of this workload to Da Vinci next time, I’m really about to pull another all-nighter and have (Name) worry about me again,” he mumbled frustratedly. “Not even med school was this bad.”
He very much disliked the fact that he had to make his beloved significant other worry so much when they too had pressing matters to worry about as well as magus training to maintain their fragile circuits to survive through Singularities. He knew the next morning when he would head to the control room after having a very early breakfast, you would have your hands on your hips, scolding him because he has decided to sleep extremely late again, given the dark circles under his eyes and his unruly hair.
“I’m definitely not paid enough for all of this,” he laughed as he flipped through his notes before suddenly stopping at a page with a sketch of you drawn by Leonardo Da Vinci that one time she snagged his notebook to get him out of his working bubble and loosen up a bit when Christmas came along.
With a fond gaze, he took his time admiring your beauty that Da Vinci has perfectly captured. She had drawn you with a gentle smile, perfectly highlighting your cheekbones and jawline and your neck. Romani was never going to say it, but he greatly appreciated this little and sudden gift by his co-worker on Christmas.
A click and the sound of a door sliding open snapped him out of his little trance and he let out a squeal of surprise and closed his notebook shut before looking towards the door to see who was the intruder.
“Roman? You’re still awake?” you asked drowsily.
“Don’t ask me why I’m still awake! Why are you awake? You need to sleep!” he protested softly, standing up from his chair and walking towards the door, noticing you were holding two cups in your hand and he could make out the smell of coffee drifting further into the room.
“You’re telling me to sleep when it’s the dead of the night and you’re still working on your report,” you sighed, looking at his laptop that was clearly open on a document filled up with lines and handing him a cup of coffee. “I thought you might be up typing right now so I made you coffee.”
He sighed out your name in an almost exasperated tone before thanking you and taking his cup of coffee before inviting you to sit on his bed while he went back to his desk and spun around his office chair so that he was facing you.
“The thought is greatly appreciated but why are you up? Did you have a nightmare again?” he gently asked, scooting over and sliding his chair over to you, placing one of his hands reassuringly on your knee.
You laughed. He was always a worrier, not that you minded though. He was the one who treated all of your scars and cuts and gave you biweekly checkups to make sure you’re still in shape and healthy. “I’m fine tonight, Romani. I was just thirsty and needed to use the restroom.”
Romani sighed in relief before taking a sip from his coffee. “Well, if that’s—”
“But…” you started shyly, cutting him off. “Is it alright… if I stay in your room tonight? I can’t help but feel like you’re oftentimes lonely during these late hours. And… I would like to watch you work.”
A tint of pink appeared on his face and he was so thankful that the room was very dim, the only light being the lamp and laptop on his desk across the room now.
“S-Sure! Make yourself comfortable!” he flusteredly stuttered before going back to his desk and he swore he had you giggle and whispered a little “cute” and the bed sheets shuffling as you sat on the bed, back leaning against the white wall.
It felt awkward for the first dozen of minutes as he slowly got used to your presence behind him before he eased down and started working more comfortably. Switching between his notes to his laptop, sometimes taking a sip of his coffee, he enjoyed your calming presence by his side.
To his surprise, time flew by much quicker than he had expected and in a flash, he was almost finished typing up his report.
“Alright, I think I’ll stop here for now,” he sighed as he stood up and stretched, letting out a yawn as he looked over at you to see if you were awake.
Not very surprisingly, you were laying on his bed, your chest heaving slow with your eyes shut. Romani smiled and chuckled to himself as he walked over and shifted around the sheets, keeping in mind to try and not to wake you up, and covered you up so you wouldn’t be cold. He then removed his coat and draped it over you before sitting down on the floor, his chin in his arms as he rested them on the edge of the bed, staring at you fondly. His fingers gently played with your hair and brushed it aside, taking some time to admire your sleeping face.
He propped himself up and pressed his lips against your forehead before sitting back down on the floor. “Goodnight, (Name).”
