OF ARTS.

[irishhercules]

@goitevo

Well, there was trouble, if he’d ever seen it. He hadn’t had many face-to-face confrontations with the Caster, but then again, he’d specifically avoided it.

Cu wasn’t afraid of women in the slightest, but he also knew when tangling with one would do more harm than good. Besides a certain queen he knew of, this one was at the top of list to dodge whenever humanly possible, if only because of her reputation. Of course, it would be just his luck she’d be one of the first Servants he’d come across in this weird city.

“Whatever you’re up to, stop it.”

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        “What th- I haven’t done a thing yet and you are already accusing me!”  Annoyance is evident on her features and she throws her hands up at a loss for words as she fumbles momentarily, teeth catching at her bottom lip to worry away at it to stall for time.  “Sometimes it’s justifiable- not that I would ever admit it to their face- but this time, I’m the innocent one for once! Maybe I ought to do something bad just to spite you.”

        She doesn’t have much experience with Lancers, preferring the company of like-minded Casters, but from the few that she has encountered, well, they have all treated her with the same looming type of suspicion. Is it simply something to do with their class? Most likely so- they all seem to be reserved and rigid like planks of wood. 

        “You’re awfully rude for a first meeting.”

[goitevo-blog]

i’m finishing up my owed replies, but since she’s been a bit slow lately, why not make a new starter ad? this is CAPPED AT 3 with castmates/mythological characters exempt

[goitevo-blog]

        “I haven’t unlocked my final form yet, just you wait until I get a device.”

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Draconistrarum:

Golden circles rested on her, noting the features that set her apart from most. While she made her guesses of his nature, so did the Lancer. The list was amusing enough until stumbling across men who transform in the night, mouth shaping into a line like making contact with a thorn. “Indeed, heroes’ tales are often spun of one of these roles. Ours is royalty and soldier, nothing more fantastic or mystical than that. Though there are monsters among us heroic spirits, you’ll be hard pressed to find night fiends among them. More than that, We’ve personal issues with false association to them.” A squint spoke the rest of ‘so you’d rather not bring it up again’. But that of his shoulders, he returned the interest in kind. “You yourself do not seem to fit into any of these roles however. If We may, what does that make you? An oracle? A teacher of heroes? A princess? A sorceress?”

        “Royalty has its own merits if it is not magical per se, there is a sort of charm and intrigue that follows the title. I’ve met many, heard of more, but you are different. Pleasantly so.”  As with the sudden shift in his expression, eyelids flicker slightly to narrow quizzically though quickly resettle to their regular lax manner like the rest of her features. An interesting change in demeanor, though with all that she’d prattled, it was difficult to tell which mention latched onto him in such a way. It was her turn to frown, however, the connotations to her displeasure carry more lighthearted tones: she had been uncovered and he correct.   “Really, there is no fun anymore with you lot. A girl cannot even have a bit of mystery to her name or even look. You are faultless in your assumptions, though no princess, I am a guide to heroes on my island and a sorceress as you say. Hm, no fun at all.”

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Pelagaios:

-  (  ♆  )  ———  Sea green focus sharp on ruffled feathers.  Her sunset hair loose around the familiar attire  (  Greek, but who  ).  Nothing short of cautious to the unknown; Greek does not mean good.  Partial amusement in his half smile.  ❝  It should not come as a shock that they keep to old habits.  The lot of them.  ❞  Huffed exasperated noise.  At least, it seemed, she did not know him.  Just his heritage  —  a welcome change of pace.  ❝  Since humanity has forsaken them I guess they decided this was their next best option.  Demigods owe the gods worship in their minds.  Can’t say I’m too fond.  ❞

        “I’m afraid, as pathetic as it is that they should stoop so low once more, that you are correct in that. Children are like their pets to acquire more and toss as they so please.”  Words flow smoothly without need for explanation and it's in their similarity that she finds ease to relax tensed shoulders: more often than not had she stumbled upon Servants who either ignored or interrupted due to their lack of knowledge. Common ground is few and far between.  “I cannot say that I am either. Those whose names are often uttered are the ones that I have seen share the most blood. Those egotistic giants can waste away on Mount Olympus and in the Underworld for all I care.”

[goitevo-blog]

unfortunately, i wasn’t able to fulfill my starters for the event nor get on here as much as i’d have liked in the first place, so to make up for it, it’d be lovely to have so more starters to write on here! these will be short and as such, uncapped

[goitevo-blog]

        @pelagaios

        “Ha! Surely in this day and age, I would have assumed the Gods to have found a better use of their time but with excess leisure and dwindling belief, it seems that they’ve reverted back to their old ways, emulating that dog Zeuss. My expectations were far higher than reality proves.”  Shrill is her laughter, piercing and sharp like a raven in contrast to her faux giggles that mimic the bells of songbirds, the ones that men found oh so charming. Hands clasp tightly, held to her neck to rest her cheek against and she feels as if she’s seen him if only in fleeting passing, but a meeting regardless.  “More demigods, you say, how hilarious!”

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        @disinfectcd

        “A woman sporting a soldier’s attire- save for Athena, Artemis, and the Amazons, I have seen few who dare to do such a thing. Does your father not disapprove? Well, not that it matters at all now: I can only assume that he’s been buried long enough to have his body rot and soul acquainted with Hades himself.”  Lips click in quiet snicker, head tilting just so.  “That is unless you are a young spirit, but I have heard no tales of those in recent years who have accomplished enough to return as we have. No, you must be more experienced than that.”

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        @recollestion

        “You have, what do they call it... hm, a baby face, don’t you? I can list off countless children who appear much older or larger in general like stags compared to your little doe-like features.”  Long lashes unbatting frame eyes that watch him curiously and while not necessarily studying, amusement laced with curiosity keep her gaze fixed on his youthful features. Admittedly, had she not been struck with the same fate in this new body, she would have envied such a trait.  “Do not fret, however, your beauty will bloom for much longer as a result.”

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        @draconistrarum

        “When I had first arrived, I believed it to have been quite a treat to meet so many spirits in the midst of humans, but it seems that this too has been soiled and spoilt like other pleasures of life by the scientists as some call them.”  Lips purse, the pang of yet another Servant that had once brought eagerness in meeting now grating like a demanding child who whines for attention, and as hands drag like lead across her face, she points to him.  “Shall I guess? My checklist of possible roles has certainly been revised time and time again, and I can only assume that it cannot be added to further.”  a smile.  “Soldier? Monster? Like tales that had come from a time much further than mine of men who transform in the night. Deity, royalty, anything- I must have something correct.”

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        @imcginationforest

        “Oh, you poor pitiful child, wandering about like this will do you no good, you know.”  Circe’s interest had been snagged at the sight of silver tresses framing the young girl milling about with almost hesitant (awkward uncertainty?) pauses as she looked about as if searching. However, when none stop to respond to her silent cries, nosiness takes control above all else and the witch sets shifted attention towards this seemingly more interesting subject. Appearance is sudden, walking on air as she lifts her chin to rest against her head.  “If you mean to get any sort of response, you ought to be more forceful and assert yourself.”

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Troiamistis:

         “oh? that’s quite a compliment, little lady.” and a fellow servant to boot, but it seemed she wasn’t out to start a fight, much to his relief– he really didn’t have the energy for that right now.

he didn’t pay her much mind really, until she addressed him of her own accord with mention of things like scylla. a greek then? he’d stake his bets on it, not that he’d much to bet but a good hunch. while not exactly greek himself, he’d heard all the stories– it would be foolish to not acquaint himself with his allies, moreso his enemies, after all. standing straight, spear canted back against a shoulder, lancer eyed the stranger with an even smile. at her remark, it bloomed into something broader, yet there was no warmth in it, and he scratched at his cheek.

         “ahhh, not really! this old man is just your run-of-the-mill soldier, that’s all!” he dropped his hand, peering at her again, “you got me though, i’m kinda curious– what’s that make you?”

       “I am certain that is not the case. Had it been, we would have been flooded with the company of your quote ‘run-of-the-mill soldiers’ spouting all sorts of boastful drivel. If subtle implication will do little, I suppose I should be frank; my intended question was that of your name, your history.”  Still, she watched him but despite how highly she praised herself in her ability to read faces and everything they had to offer, brows furrowed at how little she was able to pull from him. He was either a blundering dolt or smarter than he looked, and the fact that he’d been able to roam in a second life suggested the latter.

        “I am a Caster-class Servant, the Great Witch of Aeaea.”  Pride overtook her features despite having withheld the rest of her extravagant titles to save him from braving through the rest of the winter season with her prattle, and rebelling against the suggestions of her masters and fellow Spirits  (to keep her name hidden and identity to herself),  Circe had no problem revealing such. Doubtless, they would gather the pieces with the very mention of her Noble Phantasm if they had half a brain to, so she thought.  “I believe the same courtesy should be returned, no?”

[goitevo-blog]

unfortunately, i wasn’t able to fulfill my starters for the event nor get on here as much as i’d have liked in the first place, so to make up for it, it’d be lovely to have so more starters to write on here! these will be short and as such, uncapped

[amalavijnaana]

@goitevo

With all of the new fiends running about the city, it was only a matter of time until Shiki would cross paths with one. While it was small and insignificant, it was obnoxious. It wasn’t until it bit her and tried to steal her phone that she’ll bother with it. Chasing it down an ally with knife in hand, she’ll soon find a girl in a weird costume.

“So I guess you’re playing in whatever game is going on?” Casually waving the knife around to indicate she was referring to her outfit.

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        “Of course I will, who knows what benefit may come of this in the end whether immediate or later in time.”  Eyes followed the swinging weapon like a pendulum used to induced hypnotism, amusement its prominent color above all, though traces of annoyance peaked through every so often at the onslaught of more little flies.  “This is much more akin to what I would witness in my home country, but doubtless this too will settle to its original calm: it’s best if we enjoy the energy while we can, no? Who knows when another opportunity will arise to rid ourselves of such mundane boredom.”

[goitevo-blog]

        “oh, how cute! a holiday glorifying arbitrary love- however, as arbitrary as it may be, free chocolate from a strapping young man or a lovely maiden sounds lovely as of late. I haven’t the time to find someone suitable as I once did.”

[occasionalrpmemes]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (an ask game!)

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)

a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)

a trait they express in the wrong way

a trait they’re ashamed of

a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)

a bad habit

something they do that hurts themself

something they do that hurts others

a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR

a way that they are improving on any of the above!

[fuckyeahprompts]

Send in a ✍ and I’ll introduce you to one of my other muses!