User:夏雪冬花



Low-Key Weeb who has little to no self-control. Shouldn't be allowed to touch money. Swore to never buy stones but probably will. In desperate need of golden apples. Waiting for Summer Moedred and Martha, Squirtoria would be nice too. Has a personal grudge with Scathach.

Jeanne D'Arc Alter Summoning Chant:

I shall declare here. Let entitlement and indulgence be the essence. Let stone and gold of contracts be the foundation. You shall be the seeker of justice, I the instrument of your wraith. The Holy Chalice cannot contain. Burn, burn, burn and consume anything and everything. The flame doused by the light shall lay dormant no more. Those succumbed to avarice and vainglory, Those silenced by despondency and ignorance. Be consumed by fire, the remnant of her noble sacrifice and her unyielding faith. An oath shall be sworn here! I shall abandon all virtues of all of Heaven. You shall shoulder all evils of all of Hell! From the cradle of ashes, Pledged by three great words of power, come forth Avenger! Jeanne D'Arc!

Sessyoin Kiara Tribute/Summoning Catalyst

How long has it been, since I have seen a dash of color in this world masked by the shade of grey. A simple quest for pleasure, meta-morphed over and over. All I wanted was to live to the fullest, to not regret. But now the mirror reflects nothing but the beast I have become. The once sweet sensation that runs down my throat, taste now of ash. The rush of adrenaline that would make every hair covering my body stand now feels repetitive and dull. On a night when breaths echo, the euphoria from a restless boy is now nothing but silhouettes acting out meaningless things over and over. I sought out beauty and the envious glaze of faceless figures. I sought out wealth, so much of it there exist nothing i have yet to touch. I sought out power that every word to leave my lips becomes the driving force of a life. The luscious fruit of Havana turned into raw flesh of fellow kin. Harmless games that excites became thrill of crime. Under the facade of white tranquility, the canvas that was once covered with strokes of colors is now nothing but black. Then on one countless nights, an idea came to mind, and it was like a drop of water to a dry, cracked, empty shell. I want to know what it feels like to be loved by all, what it feels like to rule over the galaxy, what it feels like to be....a god. That thread of thought lead me to the first drop of color I have cast my eyes on for what seemed like an eternity. Yet under those glass slippers I felt something else. The feeling of drawing my last breath, the last few words leaving my lungs, the color of red. Those lips curved into an expression I had long forgotten. "Ahhh, hehe, hehehahaha! How ironic it is. At death's doorstep, I finally felt alive."

My Fate/Grand Order ID
747,750,666 (NA) 100,127,930,482 (CN)