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[buckykingofmemes]

im an idiot and theres nothing you can do to stop me

[linrabie]

[100493503004422]

me: [facedown on the floor] listen everything is totally fine

[captainjellie]

Charlie is a good boi and deserves the world ,😭

[vaememes]

☪      NOW    I     RISE     SENTENCE     PROMPTS   .  

*   TAKEN FROM THE BOOK ‘ NOW I RISE ‘ , CHANGE PRONOUNS AS YOU WISH !

❝ Hold hands with the devil until you are both over the bridge. ❞

❝ Or kill the devil and burn the bridge so no one can get to you. ❞

❝ The world will destroy her in the end. ❞

❝ No one will be more brutal than me.. ❞

❝ No one will be more ruthless. And I will never stop fighting. ❞

❝ I wonder if anyone gets through childhood without being broken. ❞

❝ Mercy is the one thing I cannot afford. Not yet. ❞

❝ What we do now, we do so that someday mercy will be able to survive here. ❞

❝ Why must I always be a man’s servant? ❞

❝ If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant. ❞

❝ Do not lose that hunger. ❞

❝ You will always have to fight for everything. ❞

❝ Even when you already have it, you will have to keep fighting to maintain it. ❞

❝ You will have to be more ruthless, more brutal, more everything. ❞

❝ Any weakness will undo everything you have accomplished. ❞

❝ If I wanted shit, I would have visited the privy, not asked for an audience with you. ❞

❝ My fierce little girl. You can do anything. ❞

❝ Time, the moon, arguments, and, most of all, coins. ❞

❝ I cannot imagine a god who hates anything that is love! ❞

❝ I never want you to hate yourself for any love that is in you. ❞

❝ I do not know how to live in a world where everyone is right and everyone is wrong. ❞

❝ I do not know who I am anymore. ❞

❝ I do not take orders from women. ❞

❝ My men do not have a similar problem.  ❞

❝ The man fell, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest. ❞

❝ We saw everything that was not ours, and we hungered. ❞

❝ Do not lose that hunger. You will always have to fight for everything. ❞

❝ She was tired of being in control all the time, tired of worrying, tired of waiting. ❞

❝ I wish you had been my father. ❞

❝ I made him into someone I do not know.  ❞

❝ I do not want to imagine a world in which you are not you. ❞

❝ You carry too much hope, and it will canker in your soul like an infection. ❞

❝ Hope was an arrow that never ceased piercing his heart. ❞

❝ When you start lower, you have to fight for every scrap of space you occupy in the world… ❞

❝ I had more luck than you. ❞

❝ The more pliable the prince, the more power they had. ❞

❝ And who could be more pliable than a simple girl, playing at the throne? ❞

❝ Hatred makes monsters of all of us. ❞

❝ I am going to give the wrong impression, wearing this. ❞

❝ You mean a good impression? ❞

❝ She would not wish any part of herself away. ❞

❝ It is easier to build than to destroy. ❞

❝ What a luxury honesty was. ❞

❝ Did he know everything, too? Were none of her humiliations private? ❞

❝ Are you sure you do not want curtains?  ❞

❝ I hate this castle and every room in it. I do not care what it looks like. ❞

❝ The last caravan they robbed had been filled with fine clothing. ❞

❝ Well, I thought they might be pretty. ❞

❝ But, certainly, they can double as weapons. You are very practical. ❞  

❝ That would fit better if it were designed for a man. ❞

❝ But it set off the color of your eyes so nicely. ❞

❝ Do not blaspheme, young man. ❞

❝ But roughly two men in support for every one man fighting. ❞

❝ How can our God ever withstand the ferocity of this faith? ❞

❝ That still leaves sixty thousand? Seventy thousand? ❞

❝ No one will be more brutal than me. No one will be more ruthless. ❞

❝ Too much spark leads to explosions. ❞

❝ But your sister will destroy as much as she can before she goes out. ❞

❝ She will go down in flames and blood. ❞

❝ He would die on the wall tonight, between his brothers and his enemies. ❞

❝ They had finally come to the end. ❞

❝ Whichever side won, neither would triumph. ❞

❝ He sent none to me when I took my throne in spite of him. ❞

❝ You did not choose right.  ❞

❝ She would have to cut her way through the world, uphill, for the rest of her life. ❞

❝ I would have visited the privy, not asked for an audience with you.❞

❝ Her merits, her accomplishments, her strength would never speak for themselves.  ❞

❝ I want you to find that same love. ❞

❝ Everything else can fall by the road and be trodden underfoot as we pass to our home.  ❞

❝ By my estimations, there are almost two hundred thousand men out there. ❞

[chevalroi-blog]

fashionable boy }

“Hm?” Sora turned to look at someone compliment his jacket. It’s probably the first time someone was able to call the boy out in his sense of clothing choice and not say anything negative about it. That was enough to have Sora smile back at the other. “Thanks! It’s pretty comfortable actually. With a bit a magic, it does help me get around from fighting off Heartless.” Not as if the other would know what a ‘Heartless’ is. “Well you could say that… I actually got it from another world, thanks for the Three Good Faries! Not as different as the one I had before, just more red and less yellow you can say.”

Sora couldn’t help but let a sheepish laugh out, gently rubbing his nose before continuing. “Though I’m sure there’s gotta be some shops that have this kind of jacket. If they’re bringing people from other worlds, shouldn’t they also bring in the same clothes as them to feel a little more comfortable? At least that’s what I think.”

     Listening to the boy talk about the jacket had brought about a sense of wonder to the Saber. As expected, there was much that he did not understand from what was said, but enough context clues were given for him to grasp the basic ideas. Just from the way everything sounded, the mention of magic and the unfamiliar phrases used piqued his interest too. Wherever this person was from, it sounded extraordinary already to the simple paladin. 

     ❝ I have to admit that I have no idea what you mean by ‘Heartless’ or ‘the Three Good Fairies’... Are those terms common where you’re from? They sound kind of like stuff I’d hear from fantasies and myths in my world---and I love hearing about those! ❞ After all, for this version of Charlemagne, fairy tales and fantasies were more of a ‘reality’ than anything else.

     Lightly striking an open palm with a fist made with the opposite hand, he added, ❝ You know, I didn’t think of that! That’s very insightful! ❞ This was probably why they said that two heads were better than one. ❝ Do you know any good places to shop for clothes at? I haven’t been here for very long, so my knowledge of the island is pretty limited. ❞

[chevalroi-blog]

really cool lancer girl! }

   This spear was not her own. It was an odd wooden thing, not entirely suitable for combat if the need arose. For this reason, Mai found herself what she believed to be a rather solitary spot in a park, feeling the weight of the weapon in hand. It was different from Gallia Sphyra, there was no sync between her and this spear, but with a few good tricks and twirls of it around her arms and back the woman knew her skills hadn’t left it completely. However her instincts proved to be too great, as the sound of footsteps nearby gave her cause of alarm. Immediately she found herself spun around, eyes fierce as her arms use their might to throw the spear. Only after she sees the man does she quickly realize her mistake! ❝—Ah, watch out! ❞

   Thankfully the spear manages to miss his form completely, instead accidentally pinning what appears to be his cape against a nearby tree. ❝ Ah, I’m so sorry! I just heard a noise and I reacted! ❞ It takes her no time to jog over, expression full of remorse. ❝ You’re not hurt, are you? ❞

@chevalroi

     Mouth hanging open and pupils dilated from shock, several seconds passed before the adrenaline rush dwindled down enough for him to actually think. He had just been walking down this path when something whizzed past his head and struck something behind him. Pivoting on his heel, Charlemagne examined the tree---the one to which his cape had been attached to by a slender wooden spear. The smartphone device that held his attention so fiercely not too long ago was since forgotten and stowed back away into one of his pockets. 

     Later, he would reflect on this and make a mental note to not walk around with his eyes fixed on a small screen instead of the road in front of him. For now, though, he was more concerned about the girl who had just apologized to him. Undoubtedly, she was the one who flung the spear just now, and he absolutely had something to say about it!

     ❝ That was you, miss?! You reacted so fast! I rarely ever get to see someone handle a spear that deftly! You aren’t a Lancer, are you? You’re so cool! ❞ Yes, he definitely had a lot of excitement and admiration that he wanted to convey to her! Not a shred of anger was anywhere to be found!

[chevalroi-blog]

posing lady }

Medb had been given many gifts in her time, but to be offered someone’s cape was something of a rarity. While the man offering said cape to her had already caught her attention, now the Queen was prepared to fully give it to him– even if only for a little while.

“Oh? You’re quite kind.” A smirk graced her lips as she approached, taking the cape from him with both hands, one of which overlapped upon his own. “Are you sure you’re just passing by?”

“Why don’t you stay awhile and chat with me?”

She winked at him, hardly being subtle at all.

     ❝ It’s the right thing to do. If I can do something about it, I won’t just leave it alone, especially when it’s just a simple gesture. I’m still a knight, after all! ❞ Smiling placidly, he was ready to back away and leave her be when he felt her hand on top of his. Confusion flitted across his face for a fraction of a second, but a thought did occur to him. An appropriate reply came to him after seeming to think it over a bit. ❝ Well... I’m not really in a rush to go anywhere, so I can stay if you want someone to talk to. ❞ 

     Casually leaning forward, he cupped a hand around his mouth and whispered for her alone to hear, ❝ Are you having trouble with all of these people surrounding you? ❞ He wasn’t sure why else she would stop him from leaving. And, unlike the coquettish look she wore and which he didn’t notice at all, Charlemagne’s blue eyes were as clear as a cloudless sky. The paladin was wholeheartedly willing to aid her in slipping away if necessary.

[chevalroi-blog]

master! }

After helping the gentleman up, the girl was quick to use healing magecraft, just in case something hurt beneath his armor. Just like the other servants she knew, they hid their wounds well, fighting through blood and pain to defeat the enemy or guard with their life. Gudako claced her fingers before her chest as distant screams and roars reached her. Her eyes flickered to the nearby beast. “I’m okay, don’t worry. I’m a master. It’s my job to assist in any way I can.” 

 The feeling was distant, but the look on the man’s face rung with a magical sense of justice.“And are you a Servant?  That monster can’t be defeated on your own… I think I know something that might help.”

     Despite his efforts to move about normally while ensuring the girl’s safety, she had caught on and used magecraft to heal the more severe of his wounds. Blue eyes widened in shock as she did so. Even though he didn’t recognize the exact spell, a Servant’s intuition found familiarity with it---and he learned why in the next moment. She was a Master!

    ❝ Thanks, I needed that. ❞ Intuition, once again, reassured him that she was telling the truth. He was still astonished at coincidentally running into a Master here and now, but he didn’t let that take away from his focus on the monstrosity in front of them. Nodding in affirmation that he was, in fact, a Servant, he lifted Joyeuse back up.

     ❝ Telling you who I am will help with the strategy, right? ❞ Not that he would have withheld his identity anyway; keeping secrets from an ally, even if temporary, really wasn’t his modus operandi. ❝ In that case, I’m Charlemagne, and my class is Saber! I look forward to working with you, Master. Let’s take that thing down! ❞

[chevalroi-blog]

pastry guy }

  This world did well with providing certain individuals that succeeded in grabbing his attention. Leaving him caught observing the displays of a child-like curiosity of another, scampering from place to place and taking in all the there was offered. It was reminiscent of someone else he knew, causing Isa to stifle a laugh. The thought was quickly ushered away with the shake of the head as he made a point to approach.

    “The ‘best’ is a matter of perspective. Simply choose what interests you.” An answer that most wouldn’t need, but the boy looked far too lost to simply leave him guessing.

    “… if you care for recommendations, I’d advise something simpler.” No fancily prepared cake pops or anything similar, no extravagant cakes. Besides, such decorated baked goods could be far too overpriced for simply adding an unnecessary amount of colored sugars for presentations sake. “Banana bread, for instance. Or a salted brittle.”

     The recommendations both piqued his interest. Lightly pressing his palms against the glass, a curious glint was in his eyes as he searched the displays for visuals of either one. As soon as he found one, he gave his order  --  ❝ I’ll take a salted brittle, please! ❞ -- and paid as quick as a heartbeat. By the time he tucked his phone away after the transaction, he had already sidestepped out of the way for the next customer in line and was flashing a smile to the man who had helped him. 

     ❝ I can’t believe I didn’t notice that they sold croquant here. There are just so many things that I haven’t seen before---I really want to try them all! ❞ Although, he should probably make a list of what order to try each item in, or he’d be stuck in the same situation. Next time, he might not be as lucky in encountering a helpful stranger. ❝ Thank you so much for helping me out, monsieur! My name is Charlemagne. If there’s any way for me to return the favor now or in the future, I’ll be more than happy to do so! ❞

[chevalroi-blog]

tea expert }

“You boil it in water. It’s the same as boiling leaves in water, you’re trying to extract the essence of what’s in the pouch in order to flavor the water.”

When Shirou was describing food he almost seemed competent. He was not even an employee at that store but still he felt an obligation to help the man in front of him a total stranger. He was a colorful stranger, if he was in an anime he would definitely be the main character. But a stranger nonetheless. 

Shirou immediately walked over to the shelves. He looked at the many boxes of tea in front of him. Then back to the man with black and white hair. “There’s many more flavors of tea if you don’t want that one. We have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffel, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment and… earl grey.” 

     Sleepy time? Liver disaster?! Some of these teas sounded like someone had completely given up in the naming department and handed all rights over to Roland! Looking at the rows of tea leaves on the shelves again, he tried to scan the labels briefly to see if there really were some that were absurdly named. ❝ I... think I’ll stick with green tea for now. Thanks! I really didn’t think there would be that many different types. ❞ 

     Going silent for a moment, he realized that it was impossible to really read some of the labels that were further away. He didn’t see any unique names, however, and eventually asked with a small laugh: ❝ Hey, did you make some of those up? ❞

[chevalroi-blog]

posing lady??? }

The beach offered to residents of Spirale had become a place that the Queen had come to frequent; she thoroughly enjoyed the scenery, as well as the other patrons of the area. It was lovely to enjoy the water, as well as atmosphere it provided. 

Of course, with the natural beauty that she had, it was only a matter of time before she would be flocked to by different people. Still dripping wet, Medb took pleasure in the attention. How could she not amidst such praise?

Noting an outlier just beyond the small crowd, Medb let out a brief peal of giggles.

“Do you wish to gaze upon me as well?” She called out to the Knight, assuming he was another one of the many men who wanted to get closer to her.

“Don’t be shy, I’ve got lots of time to give you all.”

     She noticed him! 

     He must have been more conspicuous than he thought by lingering nearby despite not being one of her –– ...... what was the word again? While he furrowed his brows, trying to finish his thought, a few delighted cheers erupted from the crowd as she turned to face this direction. Oh, right! 'Groupies!’ That’s what he was going for! Satisfied to have answered his own question, he smiled brightly and shook his head. 

     ❝ That’s okay! I’m just passing by. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself mademoiselle, but please be careful not to catch a cold. ❞ If only he had a towel to give her so she could dry off first. Wait, he did have his cape at least! Taking it off, he squeezed through the crowd and held it out. ❝ Here! You can use this. ❞

[bookquotesbook]

War kills everybody, including the ones who live.

Hallgrímur Helgason, The Hitman’s Guide To Housecleaning (via bookquotesbook)

[chevalroi-blog]

scarier wild boar }

        ONLY ONE, LONE THOUGHT COMES TO MIND: frivolous. Despite accounting for her acquaintances from Chaldea, his mien passes no preliminary signs of recognition. The likelihood of his camaraderie with one of her variants is likely. “You would be right. I am the King Arthur that wields the divine lance, Rhongomyniad. To know of me means that you belong to the Throne of Heroes, or are a staff member of Chaldea.” 

        From which she has departed since the collapse of Shinjuku. ..Still, his enthusiasm is, if not endearing, just the slightest bit unnerving. “I must apologize. I have been deprived of Chaldea’s social blessings for some time, now. You are…?”

     Oh, that’s right! A different version of a Heroic Spirit could be summoned depending on the circumstances. This was knowledge he had, but it was not brought to the forefront of his mind until just now. On the other hand, he didn’t know anything about “Chaldea,” and he had a quizzical look about him when he answered. ❝ Chaldea... is a place, right? I’ve never been there, but I did meet another version of you on the Moon Cell. ❞ One who made him think of Twrch Trwyth, in fact––which he would leave unsaid for now. 

     ❝ Even if you’re not the same King Arthur, it’s still great to see you! ❞ Truthfully, it put him a bit more at ease. ❝ My name is Charlemagne, a Saber-class Servant! But you can call me ‘Charlie’ if you want. ❞

[chevalroi-blog]

little kid }

“Do you want some help sir?” He called up to the man, who seemed to be struggling to reach the kitty. He was glad someone else was wanting to help save the poor cats that got stuck up in trees. It made his job somewhat easier, if other people could help.

Maybe he could borrow a trampoline or mattress or something, so they could both land safely?

     How was he supposed to maintain the appearance of a cool, respectable ‘older brother’ type when he was caught up in this predicament? ❝ Hmm... Is it okay if you look away for about fifteen seconds? ❞ Accepting the kid’s help was probably the smarter thing to do, but instead––he was considering just jumping, grabbing the cat, and risk falling ungracefully.

[lilac-rph]

    Where did it go?          Our 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉,                     Seems to be ɢᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.

                And in its place,                       A life of 𝕨𝕒𝕣,                                 Every truce has 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙.

[chevalroi-blog]

‘not a berserker’ }

HE WONDERED if more guesses would leave the young Servants mouth, but it stopped right there. Being unknown to him and declaring things his first time was interesting enough, but first one thing had to be made clear: “THEN I HAVE A LESSON FOR THEE: DO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. I AM NOT A BERSERKER.” To be compared to Darius III left a bitter taste somewhere, Berserker or not. “THOU ART BASKING IN THE PRESENCE OF THE FIRST AND FINAL TZAR.” Used to Chaldea, he made no mystery of his identity- not that he would anyway. “I WILL FORGIVE THY RUDENESS ON THE ACCOUNT OF THINE INEXPERIENCE… HOWEVER, I FIND IT STRANGE FOR A SERVANT TO POSSESS SUCH.”

     O-Oh! This ‘person’ could talk! And not only had Charlemagne stared longer than necessary, but he had also spoken thoughtlessly without concern for the situation! ❝ I’ve only seen one other Heroic Spirit a stature similar to yours, and I made an assumption. That was wrong of me! Thank you so much for understanding. ❞ Averting his gaze, he lowered his head apologetically. Truly, he had much to learn in how to conduct himself appropriately with other Servants.

     Given a chance to move on from his mortification, he quickly said, ❝ Oh, umm. This is my second time taking on this form... I’m still trying to figure out how it happened. Last time should have been the one and only exception. ❞ A slight pause, as something suddenly struck him as very strange, and he looked up again with raised eyebrows. ❝ Wait. The first and final tzar? ❞