Nasuverse EMIYA 6
- Thread starter Mereo Flere
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Try the Beast's Lair.
I have a habit of "cleaning up" once in a while, for no apparent reason other than sometimes making it so I don't have to see the stupid things I say or do.
Though, alternatively, you could have always used fanfiction.com. That is, if your sister doesn't know about that, yet. Or, my personal favorite - translating the site from Japanese to English.
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The last thing that Archer could remember was a dragon, opening its maw. With nowhere to escape, all he could do was pray that it would all be over quickly û but the dragon had no intention of having things this way. Rather than swallowing him in one gulp, the dragon kept Archer within its mouth, savoring
It was warm. It was wet. It was also very dark. However, more than anything else, it was weird. Unusual, really, and almost cruel.
Though he struggled to escape, he did nothing more than tickle the tongue, which flung him back and forth from the walls of its teeth. Eventually, though, the dragon stopped playing with its food and swallowed.
Sliding down the throat head first, it was a pit that didn't seem to end û until it did. Falling into its cavernous stomach, he landed in something hot; something burning. Before he knew it, his lungs were filled with fluid.
He was drowning.
àno. There was no way he could die like this. He had to live û he had to survive; a death like this was too ridiculous!
And so, he struggled upward, breaking the surface with his head. Taking a deep breath, he looked around û and suddenly realized he was somewhere else entirely now.
The blue sky was overhead, the sun still high above them. Looking around himself, he realized he was in the park, swimming inside what looked like a giant cauldron. Eyes opening wide, he realized that he must have woken up for real this time û that everything before had been a dream.
Or, so he desperately told himself that.
However, there was a problem. A variety of problems, actually.
For one, he was naked. Again.
And the second was that, just outside the cauldron filled with boiling water, was Berserker sitting on the ground, looking at him with a finger on her lips. Her expression was the same as the dragon's: Hunger.
Even in the boiling water, a chill went down Archer's spine. She was really going to eat him, wasn't she?
ôGao~ö
He assumed, correctly, that was a yes.
Though, alternatively, you could have always used fanfiction.com. That is, if your sister doesn't know about that, yet. Or, my personal favorite - translating the site from Japanese to English.
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The last thing that Archer could remember was a dragon, opening its maw. With nowhere to escape, all he could do was pray that it would all be over quickly û but the dragon had no intention of having things this way. Rather than swallowing him in one gulp, the dragon kept Archer within its mouth, savoring
It was warm. It was wet. It was also very dark. However, more than anything else, it was weird. Unusual, really, and almost cruel.
Though he struggled to escape, he did nothing more than tickle the tongue, which flung him back and forth from the walls of its teeth. Eventually, though, the dragon stopped playing with its food and swallowed.
Sliding down the throat head first, it was a pit that didn't seem to end û until it did. Falling into its cavernous stomach, he landed in something hot; something burning. Before he knew it, his lungs were filled with fluid.
He was drowning.
àno. There was no way he could die like this. He had to live û he had to survive; a death like this was too ridiculous!
And so, he struggled upward, breaking the surface with his head. Taking a deep breath, he looked around û and suddenly realized he was somewhere else entirely now.
The blue sky was overhead, the sun still high above them. Looking around himself, he realized he was in the park, swimming inside what looked like a giant cauldron. Eyes opening wide, he realized that he must have woken up for real this time û that everything before had been a dream.
Or, so he desperately told himself that.
However, there was a problem. A variety of problems, actually.
For one, he was naked. Again.
And the second was that, just outside the cauldron filled with boiling water, was Berserker sitting on the ground, looking at him with a finger on her lips. Her expression was the same as the dragon's: Hunger.
Even in the boiling water, a chill went down Archer's spine. She was really going to eat him, wasn't she?
ôGao~ö
He assumed, correctly, that was a yes.
Ehh...I've always thought some OOCness was inevitable in a fun crack fic.
I don't think it's such a leap of logic that Arturia knows how to cook Shirou either. Especially since other spirits have been said to be the main diet for Heroic spirits.
Eirei SHIROU is the ONLY seasoning/ingredient needed to make the all natural SHIROU soup so enjoyed by our dear king of knights! :snigger:
BTW Mereo, I'm interested in knowing what's the status of your other fics. Especially Iri's feel....I've been anxious to get an update to that fic for months! :blue:
I don't think it's such a leap of logic that Arturia knows how to cook Shirou either. Especially since other spirits have been said to be the main diet for Heroic spirits.
Eirei SHIROU is the ONLY seasoning/ingredient needed to make the all natural SHIROU soup so enjoyed by our dear king of knights! :snigger:
BTW Mereo, I'm interested in knowing what's the status of your other fics. Especially Iri's feel....I've been anxious to get an update to that fic for months! :blue: