Sketches From Today… I’m So Tired, Lol

honestly dantes speech to guda about how they could be humanitys last and greatest avenger class servant is kind of cute. dantes was the first ever avenger servant in fgo and this far down the line he basically gathered all his other avenger friends to go "guda join us!!! we'll make you our grand servant bet those other loser ass classes wouldnt do that for you!! we all took a vote and decided we love you forever!!!"

i found this image to be quite inspirational, thus i wish to share it. you don't have to make something phenomenal much less rather something exceptional. you must first put it out there and tweak things later because you cannot build off of something you put nothing into. some day you'll regret never putting yourself out there.

create beautiful, wonderful things.

~ m.n.

エルキドゥ

ughhhh an Avenger class is a class of their own where not many humans- barely anyone would be able to handle them as they are impossible and incompatible with pan human history and so are one of the hardest to handle. to even be able to summon an Extra class outside of the seven accepted seats is a feat on its own but to form a bond and a strong one at that is a different thing entirely. to gain comforting words from Avengers that eternally burn with vengeance and hatred, to gain companionship and trust from Avengers mercilessly crushed and betrayed by the world, deemed as threats for their retaliation, hunted down as beasts and chased out of their homes with their loved ones killed, those who have also died alone, suffering from such a painful betrayal even when they themselves were faithfull all the way to the end. to gain an Avenger's love and loyalty, weapons that howl and cry and knows unfathomable pain and sorrow, a Class that never forgets, grudges and hatred in which are ingrained into their very existence yet love and compassion is what allows them to persist and keep on burning. as summoning such flames means you yourself are far more removed from "humanity" than anyone else.

all guda related stuff in mahoyo collab

summoning as a highly complicated magecraft -> highly intact sense of self, magical energy, magical crest, sheer willpower........you who is light and equally dark....

casual comments/banter to the people they trust

guda getting shocked of all things at a talking bird www

gudako -> young girl that likes to jog every morning

gudao -> brat that likes small time candy store sweets

UGH the further emphasis on Servants being familiars that no one - not anyone should just use (exceptional...)

stressing the role of a 'Master'

'I also make mistakes a lot'

"I still don't see what's so special about summoning."

guda screams during summons? lmao kind of reminds me of mash with lord camelot

the way guda just refers to other people as 'that another human' www (i know 'person' is more accurate but to me it sounds like an alien in disguise calling someone as 'fellow human' ww)

Of COURSE guda knows how to stop their own pulse

disbelief. perhaps gut feeling. guda's perception of death to others. (i guess in the face of unnatural they would doubt it. but considering Id chapter, it would depend on the person and how theyre closest to?)

'more like tobimaru' 'more like soujyuurou' getting angry on behalf of someone without letting it show as well... i Understand.

THE TOPIC OF AGING KILLS ME. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE HESITANT????? dont yokuwakaranaina ME????

Don't face world-ending disasters alone

IM CRYING OH MY GOD IM NOT WELL "did you sleep well?" "i slept peacefully because the night was quiet and nice" AUGH GUDAAAAA😭

probably nothing of note but additional descriptor to guda is that they look like a college student as compared to previous descriptions of being 'high school student'.......

not being good at horror stories 🥹 reminds me of summer 5...

(unwell) i forget about guda's tactical prowess sometimes (lies) + guda's mention of the looking glass reminds me of berkercas valentines...

Subtle but gudao's reaction to beating down kashin is 'exhausted or relieved' meanwhile for dako she has the 'doubt' in her dialogue

subtle again but theres a hesitance to guda when asked about what the future looked like. but their second option is saying "eh there arent any flying cars anyways"

ahh okay now i know the crypto stuff guda said. its from gudao. is this MHX's influence lmao. gudao youre advertising crypto seriously? ww

guda casually joking about the times they astral project out of their body likes its nothing and mash is not normal either of course and treats it as regular occurrences. well, its regular but for a normal average person in the 21st century, it certainly isnt ww

GUDA ONCE AGAIN PROVING that despite being 'camera' for us players, they actively hide information and i am not over that fact. (knowing who the culprit is before most of the rest-)

guda not hesitating at ALL to rayshift back to 1999 where the end of the world was supposed to happen www

Ah!! To encourage kinomi in confessing, guda confessed their own out in the open!!!

A bakery with the one they love / A wish to reach the South Pole

You may not be able to have all of your dreams, your nights be peaceful, but I hope that you will still be rewarded at the end of your journey 😭

I feel like people characterize Enkidu as some kind of calm, gentle softie, but like me tell you this: Enkidu can be gentle and kind, but usually is Feral af. Enkidu with fight anyone who fucks with nature. Like illegal hunters.

Imagine you’re in an illegal hunting party hunting out of season, when this screeching humanoid figure descends on you from the treetops. They’re a blur as they move, disposing of your buddies before they can even aim their guns. One guy is knocked out, another’s arm is broken. You trip over a root as you try to flee. You’re a goner now. You cower in the pine needles.

The figure grins at you, blood in their pearly teeth, canines gleaming, too sharp to be human. Their green hair is knotted with branches and leaves, a sprig of some sort of red berries tucked just behind their ear. Their white robe stained with brown stains- blood or mud, you can’t discern- and grass stains.

They move at you, and you flinch backwards, eyes closed as you wait for the end. You dropped your gun long ago, and you can barely use the hunting knife strapped to your thigh. It would be useless against the creature before you now. You are at the mercy of this predator. You wait for the blows to come, for those too sharp teeth to tear into your throat, for those nails to peel back your eyelids and gouge out your eyes.

But it never comes.

Instead, the clink-clink-click of bullets being removed from a gun. You open your eye, warily. Will they shoot you with your own gun.

The figure has gathered your party’s guns, and is removing their bullets. Your packs are dragged forth by a deer to the figure. A flock of crows surrounds the figure. When a bullet is removed, one of the crows plucks it up and flies away.

You can’t move, can hardly breathe, as you watch them. One movement, one breath, could spell your end.

The guns are empty now, and hey turn to the packs. Bullets are disposed of, glittering in crow claws as they fly away. Your food and water bottles are placed aside, and the figure puts your map and compass back in your bag. A squirrel runs off with a granola bar.

They look you in the eye, and you know that they could have killed you at anytime, they knew you were watching. But they didn’t.

They toss your gun at your feet, empty, and throw your much lighter pack back at you. You barely catch it. They turn to leave.

“Why?” You choke out through your terror.

The figure pauses, and looks back at you.

“Because you tried to steal from nature.” They say simply, as if it were obvious.

You blink. They’re at your throat, too sharp teeth glittering in a bared smile and nails digging at your neck.

“And if you ever try to steal from nature again, I won’t be as nice.”

You can’t help it, you black out.

When you wake, you find yourself outside a ranger station, tied up. You can feel your companions tied up next to you. You struggle to free yourself, but then you see them, in the tree line. The figure smiles.

In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

it’s nap time

- Ivan Turgenev

"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have