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Bracket A, Round 1 (Match 16)
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typemoonsmashorpass · 5 months
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therosecrest · 8 months
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wagreb · 1 year
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madillhethen · 2 years
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Mutual finished Tsukihime and though I’ve not read it in it’s actuality, they like Kohaku a lot and I’m very pleased because lots of people I’ve seen only talk of Ciel and Arc, and the maids (practically Kohaku) have often been called crazy.
But I’ve always loved the two, their relationship and story however tragic it is.
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Wada Arco artwork.
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houseofmad · 2 years
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“Here you go!” she tried to place the folder of papers down gently but with how heavy it was she ended up practically slamming the stack down, “All two hundred and eighty pages.”
“Hmm,” he merely nodded, skimming over a page of some documents he was reading.
As not to disturb him, she stood back, hands behind her as she waited for him to finish, when he did, he put his paper down and looked over at her pile. He was wearing those glasses again, and she wasn’t sure if it was for style or reading but he looked good in them.
He pulled the first paper off her stack and read it. “You have a nice handwriting.”
It probably was a reference to how most people called doctors’ handwritings ‘chicken scratches’. Of course, most of the doctors in the hospital did not have neat handwriting because they spent so many hours of the day in operations and the like that their hands cramped up. She had to admit that her hands were not an exception. The only reason her handwriting was so neat was that she forced it to stay that way as to be legible for Shirou to read.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, trying to hide the glow of pride in her voice. The words on his document caught her eye, not the content of the paper, just the writing. Exchanging glances between the white haired man and the documents he was pouring over, her smile faltered before she reached over and snatched the paper from him. To her immense surprise, the documents were all written in Arabic. “Wha…”
A quiet chuckle followed, and she looked at him, her brow lowering a little. He had a playfully taunting smirk on his lips as he gathered her translated novel closer to his side of the desk. He leaned back in his chair, beginning to read the book.
“You can read Arabic,” she stated in a steely voice.
He shrugged, “I never said I couldn’t. I merely asked if you would ‘be so kind as to translate’. I’m afraid I can’t take the blame this time. You neglected to ask what I could or couldn’t read.”
Begrudgingly, she couldn’t argue. She had not asked him due to the mere assumption she made that he could only speak English and Japanese however thinking about it he wouldn’t go to a foreign land without learning its language. He was smart like that so he must’ve learned the cultural language or picked it up on his travels.
“You see, Doctor,” and he leaned further back on his chair so that it was rocking lightly on the last two legs, “I have come to notice that you have a habit to assume everyone only knows what you know.”
“That’s not true,” she countered, watching his chair rather than him because her heart was beginning to beat faster at the thought of how smart he is. Stop that. She told her heart that denied her.
“It is,” he merely chuckled. “You’re nasty habit of being reckless is you’re poor attempt at being overly protective because rather than assuming the soldiers or I have more experience out on the field, you somehow think we always need your help or else without it we will end up dead. You assumed I only knew two languages because…. you only know two…. You think every man is the same simply because… all the men you met were the same...”
His words were a jumbled mess in her head. She had stopped listening to his words and started to pay more attention to his voice. It always had a rather indifferent tone, yet he covered it up in sarcasm and eloquence except when he got surprised he often dropped the sophistication and mannerisms. When that happened for some reason, she couldn’t help but think he reminded her of a child. His voice was deep and smooth like velvet but it was very pleasing to her ears, mature until the sarcasm came dripping onto it, then it was easily ignored.
What are you thinking?
“Are you listening to me?” he frowned, staring at her. “Hey.”
The Doctor gasped lightly, holding her hands close to her. “No,” she admitted, “You started talking and…”
His expression turned to that of vexation, “I was saying how you always assume everyone only knows what you know. You’re a very immodest woman.” He merely stated, still lightly rocking on the chair.
She placed her hands behind her, annoyed at herself for barely paying attention to their conversation and rather more focused on him. Though she had accepted why this was happening more and more lately, it still irked her that she kept picking up more on the little tidbits about him. She thought about his words, processing them and realizing he had just insulted her. The Doctor might have been quite daft at times, especially when it came to insults. Usually, she had come to ignore most, except when it came from Shirou she did not like when he was right. If she was arrogant, he was incredibly and irritatingly smug.
Smiling, she placed her hands over her mouth, giggling.
“What exactly is so funny, Doctor?” he asked in that same annoying tone of mockery.
“You said I assume people only know what I know, but that’s not true.”
“Oh, it is?”
“Hm hmm,” she resumed her previous posture, still laughing, almost devilishly. “I know more than most people.”
Shirou paused, pretending to think about that, “No, you’re just arrogant so you say this, but it still does not change the fact that you think otherwise.”
“Oh, so then I can assume you know what oxytocin is? It gets released when you pet a dog, it’s one of the ‘happy hormones’ along with dopamine and serotonin,” her statement made him give her a curious look, “It’s also released during sexual activity and orgasm. In 2012, there was a study on oxytocin and fidelity, stating that the more time spent with your significant other produces more oxytocin and therefore produces a more sexual desire for said partner. Oh, and then of course oxytocin is also released during lactation. It is also dubbed by some as the ‘milk ejection reflex’ helping the breast flow of the milk.” About halfway through her explanation, Shirou lost his balance and fell except she went on with her talk without stopping, and he stayed on the floor for a while until she finished.
Standing up, he dusted his pants. “I had not expected you to talk of such things.”
She merely snickered. “Are you alright, sayidi almuhtaram?[1]”
He tilted his head lightly in question, “laqad 'asbahat 'akthar jur'atan ya sayidati.[2]”
The Doctor blushed at his words, though slightly pouted at the fact he really did know Arabic. She busied herself with the chair so he wouldn’t notice her pink cheeks. “Well, I suppose you have two copies of the book now. Enjoy.” And she waved goodbye so as not to be distracted anymore.
[1] In Arabic: Sir?
[2] In Arabic: You’re getting bolder, my lady.
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beta-perse · 2 years
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Learning so much from Fate/Complete Materials
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odysseys-blood · 7 months
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THATS THE NAME OF THE GAME!!!!!!
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babyloniastreasure · 2 years
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so im watching ubw for the first time not on netflix and yall
why did they cut out so many scenes??
i’ve watched ubw countless times on netflix. countless. and this whole time i was missing out on rin and archer visiting the new city park. on shirou being impressed that rin fixed his window with magecraft. on caster’s summoning scene!! what the fuck!!
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fivefatweeb · 4 months
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typellblog · 5 months
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So I've been thinking about Illya's gender and it occurs to me that one of the core tensions of her characterisation is that she identifies with the things that entrap her.
Take, for example, Berserker. Despite loving him like a father figure his summoning causes her immense pain. He cannot perform the role of father, cannot gently hold her as she wishes, as a result of his insanity.
Instead he becomes a living reminder of her duty as a Master, his existence sustained entirely by the Grail that is her objective. He cannot live outside of the Holy Grail War and his role as a killing machine, just as she cannot while he still exists.
It is only in the moment of his death that he is able to speak with his own voice.
It is only after his death that Illya is willing to give up on the Grail war, because despite her lack of attachment to the whole thing I think she persists in it because of a sense of duty towards Berserker, who was summoned for that purpose.
It is hard to imagine a happy ending for Illya without Berserker in it, but it is almost impossible to imagine one where he is still there.
Take, for example, Berserker's madness. It's a formless, causeless rage, merely added by the Grail system. Illya is the one that shapes this formless rage into lethal violence. Illya is the one that has a justified grievance, a reason to resent the world that made her.
Shirou, in the Fate route, thinks Illya isn't suited to the violence & considers the possibility that someone else is making her do it.
He is half right - she was literally made to do it, tortured into becoming a better killer, but that doesn't change the fact that every day she wakes up in the morning and chooses violence of her own will. How could she not? She has nothing else.
Take, for example, the winter. Illya loves the snow but hates the cold. She 'gets used to' the frigid conditions in which she was raised without ever really adjusting to them, but nonetheless fully embraces the aesthetic sensibility of the Einzberns - the whiteness of her hair, the foreignness of her outfit, her resemblance to a 'snow fairy' that Shirou points out on multiple occasions are all a delight to her.
Take, for example, her age. She looks younger than she actually is because of human experimentation. Her immaturity is only natural considering her upbringing. But she leans into it. She calls Shirou onii-chan. Which one is the real Illya? Does she want to be seen as the older sister or the younger one? The answer, as always, is both.
Take, for example, the castle. It's a symbol of wealth and yet also, for Illya, a symbol of restriction and isolation. She wasn't allowed outside. She could have as many toys as she wanted as long as she remained compliant. In the Fate route she feels much freer when she abandons the Einzbern residence and comes to live in the Emiya household, and yet in Hollow Ataraxia her primary scenes still take place in the castle.
Of course they do. She's a princess. The fancy clothes, the manners, the gardens and the ballroom, the wine cellar and the dining hall, all these are as much a part of Illya as anything else. Even when she's free to act as she wants there's no reason to expect her to abandon them.
Take, for example, the maids. She says she wants to like them, but struggles to do so. It's not a surprise when it comes to Sella, who reveres her like a saviour while at the same time her job is to make sure she completes the Third Magic. It's not a surprise when it comes to Leysritt, who loves Illya more than she loves herself - because in a sense Illya is herself, she exists only to be fused with Illya and complete the Third Magic.
Which is really the crux of this whole thing, isn't it. Illya's character arc is about being forced into this role of the Holy Grail, and when it comes time to do so in the Heaven's Feel route she does so willingly. Shirou has a wish, and she grants it. But not as some impersonal vessel of a higher power, not to fulfill the Einzberns' ambitions, but to grant her own wish, of being someone who can protect the people she loves.
So, yeah, when I think about Illya's gender, I think about the expectations they had for her. I think about how even if she was born with male genitalia they likely would have done something to make her closer to their ideal reproduction of Justeaze. I think about how her clothes would be picked out for her, I think about how she would be educated in the correct mannerisms.
I think about how some people (including myself) have talked about the idea of Illya being transgender, and I think about what that would even mean in this context.
The idea that she was born in a different body and embraced this one purely of her own free will doesn't sit right with me, but neither does the idea that if given some freedom she would reject her prior gender presentation. Honestly I think the best label for her, if we had to give one, is AFAB transfem.
But that's the core tension for me, when it comes to Illya. I want to alleviate her suffering, but taking that too far just ends up with a different person entirely (e.g. Fate/Kaleid)
That's why it's important to remember that traits like viciousness, childishness, aristocratic mannerisms, doll obsession, miraculous powers and resemblance to the masterwork of an ancient line of alchemists are not just key aspects of Illya as a character, they're also things that she likes about herself.
In one way or another.
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The contenders have been chosen! A whopping 256 characters have been sent to me. Brackets will take awhile to be made but the tournament will start when I'm ready.
Achilles Agravain Altera Altera the Santa Amakusa Shirou Amor Anastasia Andromeda Anne Bonny & Mary Read Antonio Salieri Aoko Aozaki Arash Archimedes Arcueid Arjuna Arjuna Alter Artoria Artoria Alter Artoria Caster Artoria Lancer Artoria Lancer Alter Asclepius Ashiya Douman Asterios Astolfo Asvatthaman Atalanta Atalanta Alter Angra Mainyu Avicebron Baobhan Sith Barghest Bartholomew Roberts Bazett BB Bedivere Beowulf Bhima Billy the Kid Blackbeard Boudica Bradamante Britomart Byrnhild Caenis Calamity Jane Carmilla Ceil Circe Charlemagne Charlotte Corday Chen Gong Chevalier d'Eon Cleopatra Constantine XI Cu Cu (Alter) Cu (Caster) David Daybit Demon King Nobunaga Diarmuid Dioscuri Dobrynya Nikitich Dorothea Coyett Durga Duryodhana Dust of Osiris Edmond Dantes Emiya Enkidu Ereshkigal Europa Fergus mac Roich Fionn mac Cumhaill Fiore Forvedge First Hassan Florence Nightingale Francesca Prelati Francis Drake Fujimaru Ritsuka Fuma Kotaro Gareth Gawain Georgios Gilgamesh Gilgamesh Caster Goetia Goredolf Gorgon Hassan of Serenity Hassan of the Hundred Faces Hildr Hector Henry Jekyll & Hyde Hephaestion Hercules Hippolyta Huang Feihu Huyan Zhuo Ibuki Douji Iskandar Ishtar Ivan the Terrible Izumo no Okuni Jacques de Molay Jacques de Molay Foreigner Jalter Jason Jeanne d'Arc Jinako Carigiri Jing Ke Kadoc Kama Karna Kato Danzo Katsushika Hokusai Kiara Kiichi Hogen Kijyo Koyo Kintoki Kirei Kiritsugu Kirschtaria Wodime Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg Kishinami Hakuno Koyanskaya Kriemhild Kukulkan Lanling Wang Leonardo da Vinci Leysritt Locusta Luviagelita Edelfelt Mandricardo Mash Mata Hari Medea Medusa Meltryllis Mephistopheles Merlin Merlin Prototype Mikiya Kokutou Miss Crane Miyamoto Musashi Miyamoto Iori Mordred Mori Nagayoshi Moriarty (Archer) Moriarty (Ruler) Mozart Muniere Murasaki Shikibu Mysterious Heroine XX Nagkura Shinpachi Neco Arc Nero Nezha Noah Noel Aizome Night of Wallachia Nitocris Nitocris Alter Nrvnqsr Chaos Oberon Oda Kippoushi Oda Nobunaga Odysseus Okada Izo Okita Souji Ortlinde Osakabehime Ozymandias Passionlip Patxi Penthesilea Percival Perseus Phantom of the Opera Proto Arthur Ptolemy Qin Liangyu Queen Himiko Queen Medb Queen of Sheba Quetzalcoatl Quetzalcoatl Samba Raikou Rama Richard the Lionheart Riesbyfe Stridberg Rin Tohsaka Roa Robin Hood Romani Saber (Fate/Samurai Remnant) Saint Martha Saito Hajime Sakamoto Ryouma and Oryo Salome Sasaki Kojiro Scandinavia Peperoncino Scathach Scheherazade Sei Shonagon Semiramis Shakespeare Sherlock Holmes Shi Huang Di Shiki Tohno Shiki Ryougi Shirou Emiya Shuten Douji Sieg Siegfried Sigurd Sisigou Kairi Skadi Souichirou Kuzuki Spartacus Suse Ritsuka Suzuka Gozen Taiga Fujimura Taigong Wang Taira-no-Kagekiyo Takao Dayu Takasugi Shinsaku Takechi Zuizan Tamamo Cat Tamamo no Mae Tenochtitlan Theseus Thrud Tiamat Tomoe Gozen Touko Aozaki Tristan Ushiwakamaru Van Gogh Vlad III Vlov Arkhangel Vritra Watanabe-no-Tsuna Waver Xiang Yu Xuanzang Sanzang Yamanami Keisuke Yan Qing Yang Guifei Yu Mei-ren Yui Shousetsu Zenobia Zeus
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arcueidbrunestud · 8 months
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The weirdest thing that happened to me while reading fsn is that when Leysritt appeared onscreen —not Sella, specifically Leysritt — I'd feel a smell of hydrogen peroxide so strong it would actually make me nauseous, but it would dissapear as soon as her sprite left the screen
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therosecrest · 8 months
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akihatohnoofficial · 1 year
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akilice · 11 months
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"Welcome home!" Sella answered from the kitchen, while Leysritt waved at them. "A friend of Hakuno is checking on her, so don't make a fuss, okay?" Illya and Kuro exchanged a look. "I bet it's Rin." Kuro whispered in Illya's ear. "Why?" Illya whispered back. "Are you blind? They're all over each other!" "Eh? It looked like they just argue a lot." "That's called sexual tension! Geez, you're such a child, Illya." The two continued to argue until they reached the second floor. "Shhh." Kuro sent her a michevious grin and pointed at Hakuno's door. Illya approached the door with her, and the two leaned against it. "…Idiot! What are you saying?" They could faintly hear hear Rin's voice. She sounded angry… no, embarrassed? "We both know you feel the same!" They heard Hakuno's voice, were they arguing? "Hohoho. Feelings? Now things are heating up-" Ruby pulled out of Illya's bag to listen on the conversation. "It wouldn't work out…" Rin's voice was too low to hear. "Mages… humans…" "Raise your voice a little!" Illya whispered, frustrated. She wanted to hear the whole thing. "It will. Let's just try." "I'm sick of this suspense! I'm going to watch!" Ruby moved to the keyhole and let out a gasp. "Oh my!" "What is it?!" Illya and Kuro tried pushing her away, only to slam their heads into each other. "Let me see!" Illya grabbed Ruby and threw her away and stole her spot. "Eh…. Ehhhhhh?!" "What is it?!" Kuro pushed her away and gasped. "EH?!" "I can't… I can't allow this!" Illya pushed the door open, causing Kuro to fall flat on her face. Hakuno and Rin pulled away from their kiss, flushing at the sudden intervention. "I-I-I-ILLYA?" The heat in Rin's face reached its peak, and she pushed Hakuno away, causing her to fall off the bed. "Ow." "I CAN'T LET YOU STEAL HAKUNEE!" In a fit of rage, Illya took her magical girl form. "Wait a second Illya, let's talk-" Rin was blasted away before she could respond. Kuro whisteled. "Hope that kills her. It would be funny."
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