Whichclass Does Your First SSR Servant In Fate Grand Order Belong To And Who Was It?

which class does your first SSR servant in Fate Grand Order belong to and who was it?

reblog and put in the tags!

mine’s Ruler, Amakusa Shirou

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Hello!! For the April fools requests, could I request one for Siegfried and ozymandias? Thank you for always being so kind a generous with all your request slots and for sharing your lovely art with everyone online. I hope the rest of your day, night, whatever it may be when you get this, goes as well as possible!

Happy April Fool’s (NA)!

Thanks for submitting an art request featuring Siegfried again - though I didn’t realize that I was using the wrong reference photo until after finishing the line art and his armor having some really needlessly complicated details…

Anyways, everyone please look forward to your requests and that the FREE April Fool’s requests will be closing tomorrow April 2nd!

I'm not sure if this is an area based thing, but growing up in Flushing Michigan everyone pronounced it "Ah-Dee."

Do you guys call it aldi or aldis

Hello Eustass! I was just wondering, what's the most entricate or creative thing you've made for use in battle or for practical use with your devil fruit since losing your arm?

6 or 39 for law x luffy perhaps? I love your writing style and look forward to reading more from you!

It’s cold, it has to be for the way the snow is falling against Law’s skin—but he doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel anything at all. It’s as if every sensation was ripped from him, leaving him numb against the ground as the flakes fall around him. 

There is no sound, either. Darkness. Snow. Darkness. Snow. That is all there is for him here. 

Here?

Law looks around, head swiveling on its base beneath the weight of his soaking hat. Not that he can really feel it. Nothing comes through to him at all until pain strikes him in the chest. 

It’s hot, red like fire, but when his eyes adjust he realizes that it’s blood. It strikes him again, and again, and again—

Hands curl around his shoulders, pulling him up from off the bed before shaking him gently. When his eyes open, it’s all at once, but he can’t see. Nothing seems to get past the cloak of tears that hangs in them. The world is obscure once more, but it is no longer numb. 

“Torao. Torao, you’re alright, you’re here, Torao,” Luffy is saying, chanting, above him as his hearing fades back in. 

Law swallows back what’s in his throat, be it sickness or a yell, and tries to blink again. It breaks the tears away this time, leaving them to pour against his cheeks before dripping off and against his shoulders. 

“It’s heavy,” Law says. He means it in the most straightforward way that he can conjure at the moment. The world is heavy. His heart is heavy. His eyes are heavy. It’s... heavy. 

“What is?” Luffy asks, shifting to rest beside him with tentative hands that now float against Law’s skin, “I’m not on you anymore. Is it still heavy?” 

Law looks over to him, eyes blown wide in the darkness with pupils to match. “Yes. It’s still heavy, but it isn’t you.” His palms press into his eyes, and Law forces himself to think. 

“Stop. Stop,” Luffy urges, tugging Law’s hands from his face, “Don’t think about it, ok? It’s gone, it wasn’t real.” 

Allowing himself to be pulled, Luffy continues until Law’s hand rests against his waist. He holds him there, pressing Law against his skin until he begins to mold into his shoulder. There is no relent to be found in his partner, but when has that ever been true?

“It was,” Law murmurs, words almost lost against Luffy’s skin, “Not then, but it was real before.” 

Luffy doesn’t speak, only pulls Law closer as his feet try to pull the covers up higher against their bodies. When Law tries to reach and assist, a tighter arm clamps against him. 

Where he once was numb, Law is now overwhelmed with sensation. Warmth, comfort, security—it’s all pressed against him like he’s a flower within a book. There is care in his capture, just as he once felt years before.

“Can you sleep again?” Luffy finally asks as the blanket tucks beneath Law’s chin, “If you can’t, I’ll stay up with you.” 

Law weighs it in his mind. Exhaustion still sits on his shoulders like a rock, but his heart has yet to settle. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to sleep again. Though it’s not as if he isn’t used to that anyways. 

“I can,” Law lies with a hope there is truth in it, “So you should too, Mugiwara-ya.” 

Luffy seems to think on the words, hesitating before shifting closer still to Law until their heads rest against one another. “I’ve got you, Torao.” 

Law blinks and feels his lids struggle to reopen. They’re falling, along with the rest of him, back into the void. This time it isn’t cold. This time it isn’t numb. 

This time, it feels like love.