Gilgamesh, King of Heroes

❝There is a will within our people that won’t be erased. That is the essence of humanity. An inheritance by intellect not blood, a succession of lives!❞ ༺♔༻ #FATERP #FSNRP #FGORP #18+ ❝I remember it all. Brilliant tales of heroism. The endless travels. And the warfare.❞

『Ω×𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗶𝗱×Ω』 [File # 815156 (Omega): The ultimate Reploid, brought into being by the mind of Dr. Weil... Possesses incredible power when combined with the Dark Elf. Banished to outer space to avoid another Elf War...]

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Fujimaru Ritsuka 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Male 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Heterosexual 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂: Basic Magecraft / Master Contract (Ability to form contracts with Servants and command them using Command Spells)

❝Kind? Me? A king does not perform kindness. A king performs largesse. The two are dressed similarly and a peasant could be forgiven for confusing them, but the difference is structural.❞

❝Hear the principle, since the morning has demonstrated that you have not absorbed it. You do not command the king. You do not forbid the king. You do not negotiate with the king. The contract between us is a tether of mana. It is not a tether of authority.❞

❝Your scream is the sound a girl makes when her sentiment is corrected by the universe. I will not pretend it does not flatter me to hear it.❞

By the sliver of fraction his head inclined. ❝Stand, mongrel.❞ The king’s edict. ❝You will explain to me, in whatever broken syllables you can manage, what it was you thought you were doing when you reached our for a Servant tonight.❞

"I apologize for not making a more impressive self-introduction."

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⸺ awake the ⠀ ⠀ 𝐴͟𝑁͟𝐴͟𝑅͟𝐶͟𝐻͟𝐼͟𝑆͟𝑇 .ᐟ ⠀

His eyes fell to the mountainous horizon. ❝They were old when Uruk was first a word in a man's mouth. And they will keep their silence long after her last brick crumbles. Strange...that what does not stir should make one feel he has come far.❞

Gilgamesh reclined upon the cushions of the dais, one pillowed against his elbow whilst he watched the procession crawl forward across polished stone. He did not bother to sit upright. ❝Approach. I have not granted audience so that you might admire me from a distance.❞

《#FateRP/#MVRP/#FGORP》 “~The Caster of Fervent Love~”

Why do all my roleplays with Saber involve food...?

That she could sit there consuming something a dock worker would and with that infuriating composure bordered on a violence against aesthetics. ❝No king worthy of the title chews tuna from a paper sleeve on a park bench. If you wished for a proper meal you need only ask.❞

❝Tell me something, Saber.❞ His voice carried the unhurried cadence of curiosity. ❝When you held court at Camelot, did your knights know? Or did you maintain that pristine composure of yours through every feast while plotting the annihilation of every dish set before you?❞

"Strip, jester." His words were delivered with cold austerity. "And then you will dance. Something that would make Ishtar herself cover her eyes, and that woman's threshold for degradation could swallow the Euphrates."

Cleaned and upscaled images of Gilgamesh from the promotional art of the Absolute Demonic Front and I believe a crossover they did with Lotte. That was the brand on the promotion at least.

He could not look away. The King of Knights ate with the single-minded ferocity of a siege engine dismantling a fortress wall. And the fortress wall was losing.