still burning.

C O R R C H O I G I L T     Irish Gaelic - b.[FGB] (core-cha-guilt) As well as meaning the bewitching glow of embers in a fire, this can also mean a mischievous, impish person.

This is a Mutuals-only, Independent, and Selective blog for the Caster-class Heroic Spirit Cú Chulainn from Type Moon’s Fate series and Ulster Cycle lore. Canon-Divergent and with a strong bias for Celtic Mythology, this blog will be heavily headcanon-based! Crossovers are welcomed and encouraged with multiple verses available. Tracking #corrchoigilt. 

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@fakepriest asked:

After being given that utterly humorous gift, Kirei had agonized over and over regarding what to get his fellow servant and teammate. Something symbolic, perhaps...? Something to show the depth of his appreciation for his skills, let us say?

Encased in decorative paper that is much sober than the one the blue-haired warrior had chosen for him lies a most useful present.

It is a bottle, quite similar to the one he has received, only this time it is labeled as 'cockroach poison'.

"A tribute to your other abilities."

Happy Holidays.

        The Caster feigned surprise, a quiet gasp escaping as he scrutinized the still wrapped present in the approaching man’s hands. But of course he expected he would get something in return today. After all, with such a thoughtful and perfect gift as the one he’d given the priest, who wouldn’t feel guilty? Such generosity necessitated a gift of an equivalently grand gesture. Surely you wouldn’t disappoint him? Right, 'best friend'?

        He swears to every god and goddess if it’s dog food again —

        “ Hm . . . “ On a secondhand, maybe the dog food would’ve been better. “ I’m afraid I’m going to have to deduct points for creativity. Aren’t you just copying my idea? Really now . . . “ Disappointment was palpable, emphasized by a not-at-all dramatic sigh. And if his eyebrow twitched or if there was a brief sneer of teeth? Surely that was entirely coincidental.

       “ Oh, I’ll cherish it, of course, don’t get me wrong. I’m quite proud of my resilience and it pleases me you appreciate the same. “

        The clatter of footsteps — The ceaseless ringing of phones — Voices rose and fell over one another in great waves until all that remained was the mundane white noise of a crowd writhing around like an entity of its own. Here within the belly of the beast, he might as well be invisible even with the innumerable eyes darting this way and that. A mess of limbs waving and grasping wildly made even photos indecipherable at best.

        If the crowd were any smaller, this wouldn’t have worked. If his target were any less popular ( even with his help of ‘leaking’ details of the entourage’s route out of the building ), there would be no guarantee for this perfect opportunity. It’s the split second after the chaos of frenzied fans break through the line of guards that allows him to slip through. He hears someone shout out orders in a panic as all attention is shifted from their charge to keeping their small pocket of air in the crowd from being suffocated entirely.

        “ Mr. Ivan. “ His voice rings clear in the model’s ear even with the presence of a mask, the last consonant emphasized with a cold, metallic push of a barrel at the other man’s back. The addition of a hood and baseball cap to his visage might’ve seemed excessively suspicious if it were not for the biting cold weather. Only a sliver of the assailant’s fox-like eyes could be seen peering out.

((Happy Winter Solstice! And by extension — Happy Birthday, Cú!

And lemme just briefly touched on the importance of Cú's birthday falling on the Winter Solstice for good measure!! Cú Chulainn ( in Fate fandom, at least on the JP side ) popularly has his birthday celebrated on the Summer Solstice, but when pulling from the story of Cú's birthday, Compert Con Culainn, we know that he was born during a snowstorm.

Not only that — quickly skipping over Lugh and the Otherworld part for brevity's sake — Cú is said to have been born near Brú na Bóinne, the tomb of the gods. A site also well known for its peculiar architecture that only allows light to shine into it on the Winter Solstice.

((IM DUMB AND IM STUPID AND I MISSED MY BLOG ANNIVERSARY AGAIN idk why I always think it's on the 11th every single time but . . . sdfsad here we are . . .

((I don't really have any long, emotional message to type this year. But thank you to everyone that's been with me these past 5 years now — or even if you joined somewhere along the way or are new to this blog entirely!!! It just makes me really happy that people might enjoy my portrayal and writing??

((with work starting back up tomorrow and the inevitability of it stealing my time away, i want to maybe tentatively place a plotting call here . . .?