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Wow, looks cool :0 I love the pattern on the bandana 🧡❤️🖤

I saw many artist drawing Wukong with this mechanic outfit from new lego set:

So I thought “Why not draw Jie instead of Monkey King?”

So I did and here’s the result

Wow, all of the designs are really good :0 💛❤️💚💙

Please reblog, so that many people can see this

Hi guys. Today is my last day of school winter break so my rest ends here, thank you for being patient

Let’s talk about Jie’s outfit. Most of you voted on the third option. But to me something was off with the colours and accessories, so I changed them into 4 designs and again, you’ve got a week to vote on the design you like the most.

How boring. As much as Lunarre appreciated the luxury of relaxation, he was also itching to see some action. Hell, to create some, if that was what it took. But the assassin’s current Master seemed to have no interest in doing, well, anything. Did he think a Servant was the next level of house pet?

Well, Lunarre wasn’t just going to sit around and twiddle his thumbs. 

Cecil’s house was almost as boring as its owner - as the Servant explored, he thought how bare everything looked. The walls, the floors. It was as if the kid had done everything in his power to make his abode as utterly devoid of personality as possible.

Some arty farts would call this ‘minimalist’, he thought, rolling his eyes. 

After some rummaging about, Lunarre got himself some change, found the spare key to the house, and left. While he acquainted himself with the local area, he could keep an eye and ear out for other servants and their masters. With any luck he should find entertainment somewhere.

Unfortunately, no such excitement presented itself, and Lunarre settled with buying snacks in town before returning to the house. He refused to call it a home. He grimaced at the empty white-washed walls of the hallway. Was this really where he would be living for the next Grail War? Fuck.

Helping himself to crisps on Cecil’s sofa, Lunarre was glad his automatic knowledge of the era into which he was summoned - bestowed to all servants - enabled him to operate the TV. There was no end to the entertainment on it. 

When Cecil returned Lunarre was imitating the accents of the Welsh broadcasters on the evening news and cackling like a lunatic.

His Master walked into the living room, but Lunarre didn’t budge an inch from the sofa. Instead he paused the TV and looked at Cecil sideways. A smirk still curled the assassin’s lips, but his eyes were not impressed with what they saw.

“Yo,” he said. “Finally. We’ve got some things to talk about.” He gestured to the heap sugary treats on the coffee table. “Siddown - I bought snacks.”

@snickering-kitsune

  All things considered, this had been…UNEXPECTED.

  This assassin certainly did not remind Cecil of a heroic spirit.  Yes, he gets the innate sense that this fox is exactly the type of servant his father had warned him of.  Too cunning for his own good, too crafty to assume loyalty.

  That’s just fine, in truth.  Cecil doesn’t trust many people to begin with.  It seems this servant will be just as the rest of the world.  Privy to no secrets, no bonds.  He will now have to watch for the knife in his back IN HIS OWN HOME.

  He’s had to leave the crafty fox alone in his house for the majority of the day while he works, and is praying not to come home and find the place destroyed, as though he’s acquired an unruly pet.  He isn’t sure exactly how wily KITSUNE are. 

  “ Assassin, I’m home. “

aurealmaster:

 Well, he is SURPRISED, at least.  Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t this.  Cecil can’t help the comfortable laugh which escapes him at such a domestic sight.  At least Assassin seems to have made himself comfortable– he’s thankful, actually, to find this. 

  “ oh– uh– “ 

But, well, Cecil does as is requested– he takes his jacket off at the door and hangs it up before he makes his way to the sofa.  

  “I apologize for leaving you on your own all afternoon.  I’m glad you found entertainment for yourself.”  Cecil sets down manuscripts from his work day on the coffee table, setting aside his work for the evening.  It can wait.

Hmph. Well, at least the kid had some humility and grace, unlike some Masters Lunarre could mention. The Servant was initially unsure how to take this show of consideration, until he remembered that Cecil’s house was still bland and the only entertainment Lunarre had managed to find had been from a magical box.

“First off - you’re gonna do something about this bland-ass house. Were you robbed? Did you just move in? Or do you really have no taste or interests at all?” 

Sitting back, the assassin sighed.

“When you’ve got a free day, we’re going straight to the nearest home improvement store and fixing this place up.”

His Master opened his mouth to reply, but Lunarre held up a hand to stop him. 

“The second - last - thing is this. You summoned me. Yeah, barely 24 hours have passed since then, but I haven’t heard a word about any plan, any action. If you think I’m going to be caged up in this house for the entire war, you’re very wrong.” 

He frowned, and his voice took a lower, more solemn tone. 

“Even if you don’t want any part of it, others damn well will, and sooner or later they’ll bring the fight to you. Your best bet would be to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

[Cont. from x]

@aurealmaster

Lunarre almost felt put out. It was very difficult to fuck with someone who was so shamelessly frank about their own flaws. 

At the same time, there was little doubt that Cecil was a genuine and thoughtful young man. That, or the kid was one hell of an actor - a talent Lunarre doubted an individual so lacking in personal interest and drive could possess. If nothing else, Cecil was ernest. He was just boring, as Cecil himself was obviously aware. Lunarre had never known someone who thought so little of himself. He was honestly shocked, uncomfortable.

What happened to him?

Lunarre, for his part, was unwilling to let him get away with such a drab existence. Cecil needed to reclaim himself, the things he liked and disliked, and get some drive back. The Servant’s gut told him that Cecil had only summoned him by accident or out of a sense of obligation - one or the other. Now he had a Servant, Cecil had no real idea what to do with him except not get killed in the forthcoming War.

Because the boy’s magic was so weak, or perhaps more accurately, unused, Lunarre had manifested with his own magical abilities at their weakest. As such, he had manifested in the Assassin class, limited to shifting between his fox and human form and his ability to talk to animals. 

Still, so long as said Master did his share of the work, Cecil could make up for where his Servant lacked, and vice versa.

Resolved, the foxlike Servant grinned.

“Well, hard to argue with that. As I see it, you must’ve had interests at some point. Tell me what they were, and we’ll go shopping. It’s a start, anyway. Our top job is getting your magic abilities up to scratch.”

Sitting forward, the Servant extended a fist to Cecil.

“You might not think so, but you’re a pretty interesting kid to me.”

Lunarre’s keen eyes spot his Master and he waves. He has a glass of beer in his other hand.

“CECIL!” he shouts, startling everybody within earshot. “HEY!”

Weaving his way through the crowds, the fox Servant strides toward where Cecil is. He’s amazed the kid has come, after having initially refused despite Lunarre’s insistence. This was a big deal, and Lunarre would be damned if he pretended it wasn’t.

“You made it!” he cried, giving his Master a playful punch on the arm. “Good on ya! Hey, let’s get you a drink!”

He’s never been particularly good with social events, even when he was younger– for now, he’s just standing near one of the walls, watching the people pass. 

Ah, right, he should probably be mingling or something, but again– his social skills weren’t anything to write home about in his youth.  They’re considerably worse after 10 years of self imposed isolation.