Sovereign of Magic

Mongrels, the lot of you

[rpmemedumpster]

Mutuals that I haven't interacted with yet this is your invitation to come talk to me! Throw your muse in my inbox, tag me in a starter, or contact me to plot something!

Often times I follow back blogs and we never rp! Let’s change that!

[iluviella-cuthallian-master101]

All About Him || Closed RP with @goldenpaperwork

Casually standing on the balcony in a thin almost transparent silk sahri reflecting on the time that she had spent once more under the stars in the fairest of cities she had ever been to. To truly admire the view the woman had held a goblet of the finest of wine her favourite person had given to her, as a token of apprectiation for her efforts. Sipping it gently she let her shoulders relax as she heard shouting in the corridor of the palace.

Clearly the King was tense so she hoped to please him by giving him something precious to treasure. A night of relaxation for him. Siduri and her had already concocted their plan with Enkidu to ensure that he would not be disturbed or distracted by work when he would enter his quarters. She giggled lightly at the thought that maybe that was what he was arguing about but when he burst into the room her face quickly contorted with concern. “Is everything alright, my King?” she asked going to him and placing her hand on his chest to soothe him...and prevent him from leaving.

Behind him his bed was sprinkled with what looked like rose petals and if he cared to look he would see that she had made him a bath. It was before he could have a chance to respond that she put a finger to his lips. “Come, I think I have the perfect remedy for whatever is on your mind, my love.” she whispered in his ear teasingly as her hand gently glided to his. Interlocking their fingers she hoped that this would help and prove how much he needed someone like her by his side. Especially since there was mounting pressure to find a Queen and, according to Siduri, Iluviella was exactly what she had hoped. Work for the King was piling tenfold and without help it would mean the death of the King. Though whether Gilgamesh would tell her this was up to him and him alone, but that didn’t stop Enkidu from spilling secrets.

Iluviella wanted to ease her lover’s troubles and pain and wanted most of all to help the kingdom and his vision grow. Enkidu and Siduri has seen how she and Gilgamesh behaved around one another and knew that they meant more to each other than perhaps they cared to admit. The Master would always stay by his side and help with his work, she would rest with him and indulge in his life as much as possible. She wanted to be there for him and the dynamic duo were never far apart from one another almost like Gilgamesh and Enkidu. But this night was not about her or the city...

...tonight was about Gilgamesh.

[goldenpaperwork]

Negotiations with the neighboring kingdom had been worse than pulling the rotten teeth of the elders. It had been worse than visiting the arranged funerals for his soldiers, watching the women and children weep upon the soldier’s body. The more he had interjected with rationale and sensibility, the more the others had thrown their feelings into things. Feelings, as though such things could run a kingdom. 

They truly thought that the ruler and the soldiers should work for the people.

What rot. What absolute nonsense and he had been forced to endure hours of it, both in written word and in voiced concerns. Siduri had told him there was another matter at present that had needed his attention, but her and the clay being had dragged him here and tossed him into this room.

The mounting outrage and frustrations were thrown into the room with the young master, with his master moving forth as though the world were at rights. Iluviella simply pressed her hands to his chest and lips, speaking but not being heard.

There are things I need to be doing.

Many things.

Planning a full frontal assault on the kingdom pissing him off sounded quite therapeutic at the moment. Perhaps running the fool of a king through with his blade that he hadn’t bothered with in a long while would be nice.

His axe was being cleaned.

A sword would suffice in this matter of a pinch.

“Master,” he complained, watching her interlock their fingers and beckon him into the room. “You are aware that I am a king.”

A king with current homicidal thoughts, he included mentally. 

[iluviella-cuthallian-master101]

Her presence in his mind was not intrusive but warm and merely watching as the ideas of more destruction were distracting him. “And a King must cease reckless thoughts and behaviour if he is to keep the kingdom safe.” she reminded him softly.

She kissed him then even if he was angry she hoped that the kiss was something that would banish whatever harsh thoughts plagued his head at this time. “Another war is not what the people need. I shall say no more on this” she insisted with a small but heavy sigh.

Her kisses began to trail over to his shoulders and her fingers traced small light circles up his arm, as Iluviella moved behind him, where her hands grasped his shoulders from under his vest and began massaging him. “and you, my King, need this.” The Master had successfully been able to manipulate him towards the bed before taking off the top half of his clothes and swiftly pushing him onto the bed. “Now then, just try to relax.”

Using the handmade oil she had prepared, she began to knead out the knots in his shoulders and top half of his back before kissing it and working on the lower half. “How does that feel? Better? Or would you prefer a bath that I have only just ran before you came into the room?”

[goldenpaperwork]

Corralled and contained, pressed down upon his own sheets and rubbed down like a baker with their work; Caster found himself sighing.

His master was trying. 

The gods only knew how much she was trying, but her comforting words did little. His eyes drifted to his littered bed, noting the petals quietly as her hands rubbed along his back.

Trade deals with Ur.

He could feel Iluviella press her lips to his back.

Prophecy arguments with the kingdom of Larsa to the east. 

He barely caught the woman’s question for him, his sigh louder than intended. “You think a mere bath can accomplish what hands so quickly touching me cannot achieve? I do not believe I asked you to stop.”

[iluviella-cuthallian-master101]

All About Him || Closed RP with @goldenpaperwork

Casually standing on the balcony in a thin almost transparent silk sahri reflecting on the time that she had spent once more under the stars in the fairest of cities she had ever been to. To truly admire the view the woman had held a goblet of the finest of wine her favourite person had given to her, as a token of apprectiation for her efforts. Sipping it gently she let her shoulders relax as she heard shouting in the corridor of the palace.

Clearly the King was tense so she hoped to please him by giving him something precious to treasure. A night of relaxation for him. Siduri and her had already concocted their plan with Enkidu to ensure that he would not be disturbed or distracted by work when he would enter his quarters. She giggled lightly at the thought that maybe that was what he was arguing about but when he burst into the room her face quickly contorted with concern. “Is everything alright, my King?” she asked going to him and placing her hand on his chest to soothe him...and prevent him from leaving.

Behind him his bed was sprinkled with what looked like rose petals and if he cared to look he would see that she had made him a bath. It was before he could have a chance to respond that she put a finger to his lips. “Come, I think I have the perfect remedy for whatever is on your mind, my love.” she whispered in his ear teasingly as her hand gently glided to his. Interlocking their fingers she hoped that this would help and prove how much he needed someone like her by his side. Especially since there was mounting pressure to find a Queen and, according to Siduri, Iluviella was exactly what she had hoped. Work for the King was piling tenfold and without help it would mean the death of the King. Though whether Gilgamesh would tell her this was up to him and him alone, but that didn’t stop Enkidu from spilling secrets.

Iluviella wanted to ease her lover’s troubles and pain and wanted most of all to help the kingdom and his vision grow. Enkidu and Siduri has seen how she and Gilgamesh behaved around one another and knew that they meant more to each other than perhaps they cared to admit. The Master would always stay by his side and help with his work, she would rest with him and indulge in his life as much as possible. She wanted to be there for him and the dynamic duo were never far apart from one another almost like Gilgamesh and Enkidu. But this night was not about her or the city...

...tonight was about Gilgamesh.

[goldenpaperwork]

Negotiations with the neighboring kingdom had been worse than pulling the rotten teeth of the elders. It had been worse than visiting the arranged funerals for his soldiers, watching the women and children weep upon the soldier’s body. The more he had interjected with rationale and sensibility, the more the others had thrown their feelings into things. Feelings, as though such things could run a kingdom. 

They truly thought that the ruler and the soldiers should work for the people.

What rot. What absolute nonsense and he had been forced to endure hours of it, both in written word and in voiced concerns. Siduri had told him there was another matter at present that had needed his attention, but her and the clay being had dragged him here and tossed him into this room.

The mounting outrage and frustrations were thrown into the room with the young master, with his master moving forth as though the world were at rights. Iluviella simply pressed her hands to his chest and lips, speaking but not being heard.

There are things I need to be doing.

Many things.

Planning a full frontal assault on the kingdom pissing him off sounded quite therapeutic at the moment. Perhaps running the fool of a king through with his blade that he hadn’t bothered with in a long while would be nice.

His axe was being cleaned.

A sword would suffice in this matter of a pinch.

“Master,” he complained, watching her interlock their fingers and beckon him into the room. “You are aware that I am a king.”

A king with current homicidal thoughts, he included mentally. 

[kapitan-asuka]

Fate Grand Order [ Gilgamesh Icons ]

[ Like or reblog when used ] 

[ Preview ]

Keep reading

[a11onsy-a10nso]

Dear People Who Play Canon Characters,

• Just because I am already interacting with another version of your character, doesn’t mean I can’t interact with you as well.

• It’s fun to see how different people play different characters.

• Let me see how you play yours.

• The more the merrier

• Do not be afraid

[goldenpaperwork]

Reverence (Closed RP with iluviella-cuthalian-master101)

It was one of those quiet nights, where the winds around Uruk were howling and the silence of the land was seeping through the warmest of furs; where no man was out at play nor guard lax in their station. It was a night where it felt like the world closed in around a mind and left the guilty to wonder.

He couldn’t sleep either.

What use is a king who cannot sleep when he deems it time? he wondered quietly, moving away from the starry night and his gardens. He wandered through the palace towards where he had left his master to relax. 

He didn’t want to think at this moment. He didn’t want to contemplate affairs or disputes. He’d sent a tired Siduri and his other assistants home. The servants had scuttled to their hiding places as the guards had positioned themselves in their usual stations.

Uruk was safe, yet it felt quite the opposite tonight.

Iluvi is not tending to me properly, Caster mused. 

He would give her an earful for her lack of easing his spirit soon enough. 

[ten-no-kusari]

"Lancer Servant, Enkidu. I have started up at your call. I wish that you use me as mercilessly as you see fit, Master."

Just a new up and coming Fate RP blog. Any other Fate accounts, feel free to interact and follow. ^^

[urukii]

     ❛     IF   YOU   ARE   INCAPABLE   OF   GAZING   UPON   A   BODY   IN   ITS   natural state, then humans truly are sentenced to damnation for their weakened minds. Tolerance over the naked flesh has died out in modern eras which is an absolute waste. Clothing is merely woven material that is destined to burn out, not unless you receive the finest fabric. Clearly, mongrels as yourselves are incapable of purchasing anything of the sort so feel free to expose your bodies!     ❜

[goldenpaperwork]

“You’re truly having the mongrels strip themselves before you because they cannot afford fine fabrics?” 

What lunacy. To think a version of himself would exist in the universe that would not think towards the corruption of the masses and their feeble minded kings who ruled over them not providing the funds with which to purchase such attire. Had he fallen so far from the wisdom of his time ruling over Uruk?

“Perhaps we should begin with their leaders? It might become interesting to watch their own self-declared superiority and arrogance falter, leaving them in the crumbling remains of their own confidence.”

[sailor-arashi]

[iluviella-cuthallian-master101]

Equal || Closed RP for @goldenpaperwork

Her elegant Sumerian dress, perfect for Urukian weather, swayed with her as she waltzed into his throne room and up to the throne where the Caster sat. She didn’t care who was in the room nor what vital matters were being discussed, instead she merely looked amused at the shock and awe of their people as she did so. Moving his tablet just slightly, she lounged on his lap and cuddled him with one arm whilst the other wrapped around his waist.

Iluviella continued to use his cheek as a headrest careful not to disturb his headpiece as she smiled so sweetly and casually. Her eyes lazily scanning over the tablet, she was bound to get a lecture about it from either his assistant or the King himself but she figured that there was a chance that Gilgamesh may be willing to wait until later to tell her off.

The King of Heroes and of Uruk may even be in a slightly more pleasant mood given her chosen attire showed off perhaps a little more than usual. Not that she intended on seducing him, for once. Merely, observe his orders and learn.

Should he choose to punish her, she would gladly accept whatever he chose. Iluviella just hoped it wouldn’t ruin her chances of becoming Queen.

Smiling to herself she knew the perfect solution to the problem in front of him to make his people happy. A festival would be arranged anyway given the significance of the event but how to make such a thing special and altogether unique? Well, she could think of a few ideas but one of them involved dancers, fine wine and the most exotic of fruits and given the King’s looks and epic it wasn’t too far from what he had done before. Except she had planned to be one of the dancers herself, handing out fruits to the people and sharing fine wine afterwards seemed like quite the party.

[goldenpaperwork]

Truly?

He would have simply let the woman read from his tablet had she simply informed him that she was going to be making a scene in his audience chamber like this. The soft feel of her person against him, her lithe frame; he was almost tempted to let her get away with this, but no.

He was long passed the time where a pretty face and curling finger beckoned him. Wisdom came with age and he was at prime balance between intellect and age. 

Still, unlike someone, he wouldn’t simply create a scene before his people like this. He leaned into her a little, turning his face as though not finding this to be crossing a line. 

“What is this, Iluvi?”

Had he not pleased her enough last night or something? 

[goldenpaperwork]

Starter Call

//Did this for my Enkidu blog and I’ll do it here too. I would like to rp more. Please let me know if you want a starter. (I have a few to respond to, forgive a slow responder)

[monstersmemes]

sex dice!

Send me 🎲 and I’ll use a random number generator to ‘roll’ two dice and make a starter for our muses based on these:

Action:

Lick

Suck

Stroke

Massage

Tickle

Bite

Location:

Lips

Ears

Neck

Inner Thigh

Chest

Genitals

Setting: (Optional)

Kitchen

Living Room

Bedroom

Car

Shower

Backyard

[goldenpaperwork]

“You. Rest. Now.” {@iluviella-cuthallian-master101}

Caster laughed, shaking his head. “I have no need to rest. I’m in the middle of something.”

There were countless accounts to handle, not just Uruk’s, but Chaldea’s as well. He had found that one of the workers had been neglecting his work, leaving paperwork abandoned and neglected. Had his master found out, she would have been upset.

[iluviella-cuthallian-master101]

Iluviella took the paperwork out of his hands and kissed him softly. When he tried to reach them she merely used magic to levitate them higher. “Rest.” she used a more commanding tone in the hopes the Caster would give in. “Please? I will sort it.” she told him before letting it float down into her grasp as she sat on the edge of his bed.

The Master had skimmed through the paperwork and she smiled at him even as he tried to retake it from her. Concealing her disappointment well at the tasks that should have been done weeks ago, she was more interested in his wellbeing. Servant or not, she loved him and she lived for him. It was one of the ways in which she would show this.

Her concern would only grow the longer he refused her. “Rest. Now. Don’t make me ask you again or use a command seal and you know I would.” she told him. She still smiled but her words held their warning, even if there were delivered in a teasing way.

Taking hold of his arm and pulling him onto the bed behind her, she began her work and though she had expected more protests, Gilgamesh had also known that she had excelled in helping him manage his affairs. Iluviella wasn’t the one to overstep her bounds nor did he find that she would intrude but she would support his efforts, as a Queen would.

“Do not test your Queen’s patience Gilgamesh,” she teased again with a happy laugh. Oh how she knew what to say to get him to look stunned. It was all she needed to have a smirk on her face.

@goldenpaperwork

[goldenpaperwork]

Truly? 

“You have been busy training the new servants here. This is not for you to do.” He yanked her arms back, stealing his paperwork and tablets back from the woman and pushing her to the pillows. 

“I have no need to test patience. I will do this work and you will rest. I am not expected to be gallivanting through the training grounds. I am fine to work for a while longer.” She, on the other hand, was going to be working, training, experiencing all that she could to build team morale and bonding with those useless servants of hers. This cutesy stealing of the paperwork and magic on him was only going to annoy him.

But then, he had Enkidu in his gates. He could pull the chains out and tie her up if necessary.

[goldenpaperwork]

“You. Rest. Now.” {@iluviella-cuthallian-master101}

Caster laughed, shaking his head. "I have no need to rest. I'm in the middle of something."

There were countless accounts to handle, not just Uruk's, but Chaldea's as well. He had found that one of the workers had been neglecting his work, leaving paperwork abandoned and neglected. Had his master found out, she would have been upset.

[justmorerpmemes]

Extremely Exhausted Starters

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”

[goldenpaperwork]

The Queen of Heroes || Closed RP for @goldenpaperwork and @iluviella-cuthallian-master101

[goldenpaperwork]

He would think about this later. 

The term still echoed in his head, but there was great sex to be had right now. He had her laid out and there was no reason to hold back. 

No, there was no reason to hold back at all. He pulled back only to find her lips once again. His hands pulled hers overhead. He found himself using his legs to spread hers a bit. 

He needed to stop thinking for a bit.

“How about we focus on the pleasure,” he offered in a low murmur. “Like how nicely you fit right against my body.” 

[goldenpaperwork]

The Queen of Heroes || Closed RP for @goldenpaperwork and @iluviella-cuthallian-master101

[goldenpaperwork]

Future queen...

Future... queen...

He was kissed, teased, pulled onto the bed, kissed again. He could feel her wrapping her body around his own and he found himself holding onto her as his mind revolved around the term. 

He was hard. He was conflicted. There were a dozen other thoughts running through his mind and he didn’t have enough coffee in him to function properly for handling them. All he could think of was how his master had just claimed to be his woman. Not a wife either.

Future queen.

As though she wanted the paperwork, as though she wanted the social niceties and the responsibility. Wrapping his arms around her a little more, he bit her shoulder. 

“You’re just smitten,” he murmured, more to himself than her.