always shining.

I'm a hero and a villain. / Ind. private Ozymandias

[ardenssolis]

 ━━ Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change.  ━━

# ardenssolis .  ━━        A private and selective blog for Ozymandias from the Fate series as penned by Shi, established 2017. OC and crossover friendly! A study in kingship, overwhelming pride to the benefit and detriment of oneself, and the complicated nature of mortality. Though compliant to Fate lore, will occasionally dip into historical fact, as well as examining pieces of the media in terms of accuracy to Ancient Egyptian culture, beliefs, and religion.

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[derangedrhythms]

I had once peered into the crater of a volcano and seen its lava, hot and remote. Such were his eyes.

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Gut Symmetries’

[ardenssolis]

I'll try to be alive over here today but I'm trying to catch up with w.uwa since I'm behind (and I wanna be ready for the c.yberpunk collab / next patch).

[salmon-n-hazel]

Lotus

My print shop: INPRNT

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@darabeatha said (inbox):

pushes his finger down ozy's ahoge. Authoritatively. /Gil

❝…❞ W-What was…Gilgamesh doing? That was the first question that came to Ozymandias’ thoughts when the other king had approached him. At first, he had thought that that he was going to sing his praises (as he should), or perhaps invite him to enjoy a few cups of wine. However, nothing could have prepared him for this most random of moment. Thus, Ozymandias was at a loss for words. The ahoge in question sat flat against his head for maybe about two seconds before popping back up again as if it was a plant sprouting forth from the earth. ❝…Golden King…what are you exactly seeking to do?❞

[deathleads]

" WELL. I suppose I just had to ask, then. " she sits in silence for a moment, completely regretting admitting to such an intimate action, but then, if he was offering ― she undid her braid with a soft shake of the head, allowing for the cascade of white to spill down her back. " Put your hands in my hair. I'd like to feel something. "

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THERE WAS SILENCE THAT lingered between them, Ozymandias deciding not to break it first as he waited to see just what Qistina would say. She, of course, never disappointed. Her hair pulled from its braid, was soon allowed to cascade down her back in a splendid wave. Even still, he said nothing, head giving a slight tilt as eyes drifted along long locks, curiosity only growing with each passing second. Upon her command, for it could be nothing else but one, he found himself laughing softly at the sheer gall of it. Only Qistina could command him so and still hold such high favor. ❝As you wish.❞ Leaning forward, he reached out as was asked of him, fingers brushing through her hair in a gentle caress. ❝I expected it to be soft, but it is more so than I could have imagined.❞ And oh beautiful it still remained. Perhaps even more so with it free and unbound.

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@deathleads said (inbox):

" Lately I've imagined your fingers in my hair. " out of the blue, no further explanation

❝HAVE YOU NOW? WELL then, why imagine when one can make that a reality? After all, I have wondered what your hair would feel like between my fingers.❞ It was a thought that occasionally appeared; a curiosity that could not help but rear itself every now and then. He had never seen anyone with hair as beautiful as hers, the sight of it reminding him of snow – a sight he was most unfamiliar with. ❝All you need do is ask, and I will grant what you desire.❞ He smirked, gesturing in her direction with a playful gleam within his golden eyes.

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@contropasso said (inbox):

"Worry not pharaoh Ozymandias, you can borrow my shampoo instead. Its scent is exquisite!" (It lit just smells like apples)

HMM...OZYMANDIAS WAS INTERESTED in the scents of different kinds of shampoo, and Dante surely had to have good tastes in such things, right? Surely it would not be some dull, plain scent that was wholly of unworthy of a king of his magnitude -- of his magnificence. ❝Well, since you are offering, I suppose I can give your shampoo a try. I expect the scent to be so incredible, that everyone finds themselves taken by my presence ten times more!❞

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I was mulling over Ozy's fondness for A.rash in comparison to other Servants (because he is very obvious about it), and some of it is equal parts respect and admiration, but another part of it is just because A.rash was literally just a guy. He had no Hero's Journey. There was nothing special about his family, nor anything about his history itself. He was just a guy who was good at using a bow, and yet, earned the recognition of higher powers all the same when he made his choice to be the one to fire that arrow that would serve as a border point between two warring countries. In F.GO, I believe he was aware that he would die unlike in the original story -- idk it's been a while since I've delved into F.ate Proto Frag, and I think a part of that intrigues Ozy. He was not bound by duty to make the choice he did. He did it because he felt he had to do it.

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@tenkoseiensei said (inbox):

creeeeeeps up behind ozy as his doppelganger. clamps his hands over ozy’s eyes and says, with the full force of all of his pharaonic decibels: ‘ GUESS WHO !! ‘

❝....!!!!❞ Ozymandias couldn't help but jump what felt like ten feet in the air, a near strangled sound of surprise almost (almost!) slipping from his lips as hands just casually came over his eyes with the speed of a striking viper. Oh, but it wasn't just that which nearly gave him a heart attack. The voice that boomed near his ears as the kind one would hear through a megaphone -- the kind that any proud pharaoh such as himself would have when speaking to the masses. His voice. Considering there was only one individual with the power to change form on a whim, he didn't have to guess as to who this rude copycat was. ❝Yan Qing, can you not greet others in a normal fashion?❞ The woes of not being able to sense their presence until the very last minute of transformation...

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@loreconcepts said (inbox):

The little sun reaches toward the king, offering some flowers. ( Chibiterasu )

❝AH, HELLO, LITTLE SUN. Have you come to bring me offerings?❞ How gentle the this one's light was. Whereas his could be intense and all-encompassing, Chibiterasu held the soft warmth of the sun instead. It earned a genuine smile from him, his entire countenance that must softer for it as he reached out to gently accept that gift. ❝Thank you. I will be sure to treasure what you have brought me.❞

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Boothill is back from an adventure and he brings with him an outfit. Not for Ozy, no, but for himself. When he greets the Pharaoh, he does so with his usual cheer and open arms, despite being decorated and clothed in a manner Ozy might be familiar with.

They are luxuries of the Pharaoh's homeland, comfortable garments and accessories one of status would wear when lounging about in their home.

"Hey, Sunflower-Darlin', guess what, I got ya this super neat trinket from a place I visited. They got this whole book on some fella with yer name, n'look even got this lil' guy." It was a bobble head of... well, Ozymandias. Or however the historians of that world believed he looked.

SOMETIMES BOOTHILL WAS LIKE some bird that passed by to visit their favored individual, and then just like that, they were gone with wings spread towards another horizon. A bird… Yes, that was a perfect description for the ranger. To have that kind of freedom… Ozymandias wondered what that was like when he had never quite experienced that before. Thus, when Boothill appeared before him once more, he was quite interested in what it was he brought with him this time from beyond this place. Tilting his head slightly, he examined the other’s appearance, curiosity plain as day upon his features. ❝My, you have certainly been busy as of late. Where in the world do you ever find the time to go on these little explorations of yours?❞ Then again, he supposed rangers, from what he could tell, were often free to go and place as they desired. They helped others, then disappeared to another location. In a sense, if he were to humor the thought, he’d say that they were almost akin to heroes one would read about in books.

An amusing thought.

As soon as his gaze fell upon that bobblehead, he couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips. That was supposed to be him?! It took a while for him to finally regain some semblance of composure, his hand lifting so he could wipe away tears that had collected at the corner of his eyes. ❝Of all the things to bring to a king… You really are something.❞ He paused, a blink – another. ❝Wait, you said you found a book about ‘Ozymandias’ somewhere else?❞ Now that was certainly interesting. Then again, he did find a planet that was similar to his Egypt. Anything was possible out there in the deep recesses of space at this point.

[nora-yoko]

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A small vent that I’ve been mulling over a bit as it is a trend I've noticed, but I tend to have little interest in shipping outside of those that I have known a while / am comfortable with. Most of my muses take time, and though I can jump into things quickly if I wanted to, I tend to want to build things up as most of my muses I pick up just require that for the relationship to feel natural to me (also I just like that feeling when you do reach that point). This in turn, makes it feel like I have to try 50x harder to interact with those who are heavy on the shipping for their blogs or you get tossed to the side for the most part. Don’t get me wrong, do what you want. But keep in mind those other people outside of this too when you follow. 😔✊

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@soverina said (inbox):

stands on her toes and puckers lips for a kissu ~ ♡

HE CHUCKLED SOFTLY, FOREVER endeared to his dearest queen. To think that initially, so long ago, he feared that he and Peach would be married in name only -- that they'd be distant spouses whose affections where a small kindling rather than a inferno of adoration and love. He had prepared for it, had expected it, yet oh how those said expectations were turned around in the most wonderful of ways. With a small smile, he leaned down, gently pressing his lips against hers in a soft, chaste kiss before pulling away. However, as he did so, it was clear by the playful gleam within golden eyes that he planned to offer a tease . ❝Ask me nicely, and I may offer more.❞

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@nvrcmplt said (inbox):

Tyler's reaching out to slither his arms around Ramses and promptly use his chest for a face muffler and pillow. Good night.

TYLER COULD BE SO entertaining in his antics. This one, being no different from the others. Oh had he been back in his time, Ozymandias could almost hear the gasps of horror. That thought alone made him laugh. ❝Not even going to grace your king with a warning? Not even a, 'may I borrow your bosom for a nap?'❞ No, no, if Tyler said that, then he would have laughed even harder than he did before. How utterly ridiculous. ❝Hmph, very well. I will allow you to bask in my radiance up close -- if only because I am in the most pleasant of moods.❞ He often was when he was here, but that wasn't all that important.

A small detail.

Still thoroughly amused, he lifted his hand, carding fingers through the other's vibrant red hair. Considering how tightly Tyler clung to him, it was quite doubtful he'd be going anywhere anytime soon. But he was in no rush. After all, there was nowhere else he'd rather be but here with this silly witch in his magical house.

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heh .

SUS.