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Due to how many blogs I have and the fact that I simply can’t be on each of them all the time, from now on I’ll be marking all my blogs as SEMI-ACTIVE for my own sanity and anxiety. So don’t be surprised if I end up disappearing for a few days or even a week or two, I’m most likely focused on my other blogs!
Due to how many blogs I have and the fact that I simply can’t be on each of them all the time, from now on I’ll be marking all my blogs as SEMI-ACTIVE for my own sanity and anxiety. So don’t be surprised if I end up disappearing for a few days or even a week or two, I’m most likely focused on my other blogs!
This isn’t a Fate/ specific blog, but if you don’t think Elizabeth and Kiyohime deserve better in canon then get outta my face.
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When I came back I didn’t need a weapon, I was a weapon.
Janet Pluchinsky, Queen of Fillory (via queennmargo)
SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:
1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.
2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.
3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.
4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.
5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.
6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.
7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.
8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.
9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.
10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.
11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.
12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.
13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.
14 ⊱ my muse wakes up beside yours.
15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.
16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.
17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.
18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.
19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.
20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.
kink: the fear in a man’s eyes when he knows ur about to hurt him
𝕿𝖎𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖙
Tiamat stares at the primal in front of her, she’s none other than Olivia, one of those fallen angels who were imprisoned. But to be outside? did she really escape?
It surprised her yet there gotta be a reason why she’s outside, her dragon heads quietly glare at the fallen angel if she decides to confront the primal beast herself.
“…………..? (Olivia, what are you doing out here! Are you planning one of you rebellions?)”
If it is true what she is suspecting to do, Tiamat will not give any help to her. She doesn’t want to be involved in this battle with the Astrals, having her blessings for the defeat of the creators will be hard than expected to achieve.
Well this definitely had the exiled angel at a loss for words. Tiamat was a part of this crew? Just how many Primals did they have on their side? It was quite baffling to Olivia who sighed slightly at the other’s question. She could tell the other was... unhappy to say the least.
“Rebellion? No. I wish my brethren freed from their unjust prison thrust upon them by those tyrants.” She spoke with determination while her eyes were steel with undeterred vigor. It seems she would not be backing down from her stance.
“If you think we fallen angels will pillage the skies upon release you are mistaken, we just desire what we did when we rebelled all those years ago. Freedom from those tyrants. If Astrals show, we would simply be doing the Skies a favour by killing them.”
𝕮𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓
“Ah, I see.” She gave the other a soft smile. So Gran preferred to take a final look around things before going to bed? She could understand why, the paranoia and anxiety bubbling up if he himself was not sure about the status of things. It was a commendable for him to take it upon himself to do such things when he could easily leave it to the night guard.
The question made the fallen angel shake her head, pushing a few stray strands of hair from her face as she spoke, “No. I hold powers over Dusk, so it is only natural that I would be a bit more of a ‘night owl’. I won’t be up for too much longer I don’t think, I just desired some fresh air.”
𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖆
Perhaps phrasing it like that wasn’t the best option, but Olivia shook off those thoughts, “I was merely curious. Why did you join up with this crew? It seems odd, for the children of man and primals to work together.” The fallen angel had a hard time wrapping her head around why other primals might want to join with the Singularity, what purpose it could serve them. Perhaps some sort of agreement was made? Was the crew simply taking them to another destination or helping them fulfill a goal of their own? Or did the other have ulterior motives and were lying to the crew like she herself had?
“You’re bleeding.” (if you want!)
Patching Wounds | @deitc
“…?” The Primal looked towards the other as they began to patch their wounds, bandages coiling around her, compressing and trying to help the blood begin to clot. The fallen angel still had many more cuts that bled, though none were as bad as the one the white haired man took it upon himself to bandage. While he showed no signs of hostility, Olivia could not un-tense herself in his presence. He looked far too close to Lucifer for her liking, a twinge of hatred bubbling in her chest at just the mere sight of him.
“... Why are you aiding me? I am fine, these wounds will heal swiftly for a Primal Beast.”
So, hear my ( BATTLE CRY ) I’m out for blood to claim what’s mine
You're bleeding.
Patching Wounds | @heavcnalone
“Ah...” Crimson orbs glanced towards the angel who was busying himself with patching up her wounds, a slight wariness in her eyes. To say she was a bit surprised that Sandalphon was treating her wounds would be an understatement, after all, she was a fallen angel, and he was the new Supreme Primarch. Shouldn’t he be trying to kill her as Lucifer had tried all those years ago? Why was he helping her?
“... Thank you.”
i need a fight i’ve got YOU in my sights only ONE of us will make it out alive
𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓
truth be told, he was hoping that the person would just walk away and leave him to enjoy his coffee alone, however, it seems that this person seems to actually have some sort of business with him as she chose to speak— answering his taunt with a non-committal answer of her own.
of course, he was aware that there were a lot of people in the grandcypher, with many different backgrounds and reasons as to why they joined the crew of the singularity as he is one of them; however, there was no real reason for them to purposely seek him out… as he had, more or less, expressed that he was not here to make friends nor engage in idle chatter.
after all, he was merely here out of a sense of duty— to keep a promise. so far, the only thing he is interested in was ending lucilius’ legacy. sigh. it was probably for the best to just get this over with.
“ State your business. ” he demands, as if to assert that he isn’t afraid nor doesn’t have time for games— only to have his eyes widen in surprise as he finds that this person before him is a primal as well, a fallen angel.
“ You— ”
One could say the fallen angel was also aboard the Grandcypher due to a sense of duty. A duty to her fellow fallen angels trapped in Pandemonium. She had a duty to them, to help them escape their eternal prison they were discarded into after their attempt to fight against the tyrants that were the Astrals. It was this sense of duty that kept her with the crew for the time being, to find a way to open the Gates of Pandemonium.
It was no shock that Sandalphon seemed surprised by Olivia’s presence now that he was fully aware of just who it was. She wondered just what exactly was going through his head right now, if he saw her as an enemy or not. If he would attack her or aid her.
“Surprised? I was too when I saw you were the new Supreme Primarch.” There was an edge of hate in her voice, maybe for Sandalphon, or maybe just for the name ‘Supreme Primarch’ after Lucifer tainted it for her. Perhaps Sandalphon would do the name more justice in her eyes than the previous had.
“So, where do you stand? Will you allow me to free the other fallen angels, or will you try to stop me like that loyal pup before you?” Olivia glared ever so slightly towards the angel, rubies filled with a wary, uneasy hate.
put a [ K N I F E ] in my back
I DARE YOU
it’ll be your worst mistake
y o u r L A S T m i s t a k e
𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗
How odd it felt, to see the Supreme Primarch in such a state. The one who was meant to rule the Archangels, the ever powerful Lucifer, looking broken and conflicted with his feelings. No. Conflicted isn’t the right word. He knew his feelings well, but lied to himself for he was torn between his duty and feelings. The evidence was written plainly on his face and in his words, he wanted to feel but felt as though he couldn’t.
Perhaps that was his own form of punishment.
An eyebrow raised to his words, ‘none is freed of flaws’. She has not heard a truer statement spoken before, especially by the Supreme Primarch who’s words had always felt disingenuous to the fallen angel.
“You would entrust me with these thoughts?” She was surprised he would have any faith she would keep this a secret at all. Maybe that’s why she simply sighed before nodding. “Fine. You have my word that it will remain secret.”
