Golden Legends

An Indie Fate Multi-Muse with both canon and original muses. Please read rules before interacting. A WIP. Penned by Kingsley

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sangrealluri:

Carmilla had been about to respond when he stepped away to deal with the commotion, a soft tsk in response to Rider and his companion disrupting the peace. She would wait patiently, merely watching the events with a curious air before he returned to resume the conversation. 

A small twitch of her lips at his statement, how bold of he. The Assassin reached up to hide her smile - the fangs that peeked forth from underneath her lips - before she managed to school her expression back into something that was satisfactory for her. 

“You make it sound enticing, good ser. Perhaps you should indeed.” A soft, lilting purr to her voice before Carmilla’s gaze then shift, “But perhaps it should wait, when you deign to have a night away from your patrolling. I would hate to tear you away from such an important thing.” 

“Hoh? I’m glad you understand where my priorities lie. Don’t worry though...” His gaze turned... sensual. A low growl in his husky voice as he walks up closer to the Countess. Soon, he would back her against the wall. A powerful hand, slapping against said wall near her face. His own got closer to her ear. And in a soft, seductive whisper he uttered these words. “...You won’t be waiting too long...”

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cab00dle:

❝  No turning aRound!   ❞

“Nothing to goldREN!”

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cab00dle:

❝  Lets play a guessing game, ne? What do you think it means?     Nap Time Rocks!      ❞

“Oh! Oh! North ToGOLDEN Ridge!” Kintoki, that made no sense. Not one bit.

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cab00dle:

legendasanctorum replied to your post: ❝  Oh? What are you guys all up too? This NTR?…

Kintoki vc: “A game? We should play it, boss!”

❝  Kintoki, ne! Wants to play with his mother~? Okay!!     First we should figure out what Ntr means, right? Hehe!        ❞

“Yeah, boss! Let’s find out and play the heck out of it!”

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I need more people to interact with so can ya’ll please like and reblog if you’d like to RP with a Fate/Myth-based Cadmus from Greek Mythos!

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sangrealluri:

She couldn’t help but allow a chuckle to leave her lips when he commented on her skin. Of course that would be the first thing noticed; not many looked beyond that. She would file away the information about the Shinsengumi for later examination and research. Carmilla always tried her best to keep on top of things that would cause potential problems. 

“I do not. Being as I am leaves me little reason to debase myself like the monkeys that run amok here.” A slight bash against those who were considered incompetent or too emtional, “Not many are awake in the night hours. It suits me fine. I much prefer quietness such as this over the loudness of the day.” Oy, she still remembered when she had woken up at noon due to an Archer’s insistence to watch some sort of activity… it had left her soured to the entire debacle. “I don’t believe I have seen you at night. This is the first I have.” 

“Hoh? The night is when I truly shine. Perhaps I should show you on another occasion-” Just then, the Rider Kintoki with Tamamo hanging tightly behind on his motorbike speeds by... which Hijikata doesn’t take too kindly to. His eyes turn into a demonic red -- almost glowing. Chasing after the two, he eventually catches up and chews the two idiots out. Kintoki being the upstanding citizen he usually is, apologizes, saying that he wouldn’t do it again. Still, the demonic vice commander wouldn’t let it pass. He hands the man a speeding ticket, and hangs a wooden sign on his neck saying “I rode my bike indoors”. He wasn’t going to let Tamamo get away freely either and did the same to her. Only, her sign said “I was an accomplice”. Chewing the two out one more time, he lets them go... and then reason why they were such in a rush appears. Actual Oni in the form of Shuten Douji and Ibaraki Douji appear before the GOLDEN man. And well, that wasn’t Hijikata’s business.

All he could hear was screaming from his fellow Japanese Berserker. As long as it wasn’t murder, he didn’t really care what they were doing. He was escorting a beautiful lady after all. Hijikata had that to attend to, returning to Carmilla’s side as if nothing had happened. 

“Perhaps I should show you next time? The night is my domain after all. It’s when crime as it its highest, and where I’m usually at my most... passionate. Should we compare our interrogation techniques?”. His words oozed sexuality. He was direct that way. The dark-haired man was sure that a beautiful lady with a history like the Assassin’s would get what he meant.

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got all these new icons but no muse rn. why this

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sangrealluri:

“That is a fair assessment, but even then: most are unwilling to consider facing Master’s wrath.” Carmilla’s pace never changed, remaining steady and relatively focused as they walked. Truthfully the Assassin did not fear the other Servants; they would have tried much worse before going after her. All the same, she wondered who he spoke of, “Kondo-san?” She spoke, the syllables “As for the boisterous idiots… if you leave them to their own devices for the most part, they are effectively harmless.” Given she had been here a lot longer, nothing really phased her anymore in Chaldea. 

“The Shinsengumi Commander. I’m the Vice Commander, and Okita is the first division commander. And since he’s not here, I’m here in charge to keep the peace.” It was a self-appointed position in Chaldea. The Berserker had been unreasonable when it came to the matters of the Shinsengumi, and so it resulted in this. The Master pretty much let everyone do what they wanted but between the different clashing of times and cultures -- there were more than a few scuffles. Discipline in their soldiers was also important after all. And he was there to ensure that. “You don’t get involved in a lot of those bratty Servant’s activities, do you? Well, it doesn’t look like you do. You’re pale as a ghost.” When he hadn’t been actively flirting, this man was far too blunt.

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“The Flag of Sincerity... is UNDYING! SLASH! ADVANCE! SLASH! ADVANCE!”

“This is...! I! AM! THE SHINSENGUMI!”

He probably broke several barriers with how loud he can scream.

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sangrealluri:

Patrolling. Is that what they called it?

“Pardon me, then. I presumed you to be skulking about to cause mischief. Like most of the other Servants do.” All the same the Assassin would join him. Why not? It would prove to be better than trying to find something to do on her lonesome. “Is that all you seem to do? Patrol?” 

“This gigantic station house isn’t going to protect itself. And with murderous people that that brat of a master accepts all the time, I can never be too careful.” The Berserker replied, going at a slower pace to match the regal Assassin’s. Though he did mean for her to join him for dinner tonight and then maybe something after, this will have to. “Kondo-san isn’t here with us so it’s just me and Okita managing the whole lot of these boisterous idiots.”

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shinsenloyalist:

“Oh? You think so, hm? Kondo thought of you like a son, that much is true. He and I had a different relationship. Unlike you, I was always his equal.”

“I gave my right arm to protect him. And you’re the reason he was murdered like a common criminal with no honour. Never forget that. I won’t. And I won’t ever forgive you, either.”

“Me? His son? Don’t assume anything about my relationship with him. Even before he rallied all of us in that dojo in that day,  Kondo-san and I were close friends. He supported me learning the sword as I traveled. And he’d put up with my bratty and childish, womanizing ways.”

“You only took the position as his right hand because you were more qualified. Nothing more. You and I may have been affiliated during those days but know that he and I built the Shinsengumi from the ground up. I am the reason the Shinsegumi came to be know as it was. But Kondo-san and I made those choices together. Don’t you dare blame me for your insecurities and inabilities, Sannan. Both of us decided that you would be punished for your desertion. Both of us decided it was for the best. And both of use decided that you were no longer suited for your position.”

“Stop making excuses for yourself, traitor. He and I accepted the responsibility back then. Even then... I refuse to let this.. our shinsengumi die. You no longer have a place here. I accept that he and I got way in over our heads. And we knew that there’d be consequences. We accepted them. We were prepared to go as far as we needed to. You never were ready. This is what we believed in. Even towards his death, we continued on. Never deserting. Never surrendering. This is what the Shinsengumi that we created is. You never understood that. I will never let the Shinsengumi die. For as long as I exist, I am the Shinsengumi.”

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shinsenloyalist:

“Better for you to stay in the shadows with all those mistakes you refuse to admit~”

“Shut your mouth, traitor!”

“...Kondo-san liked me more anyway.”

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sangrealluri:

“You don’t have to lurk like that.” 

“Lurking? I’m patrolling, woman." He replied sharply to the Assassin, his glowing red eyes disappearing for his normally dark eyes. It seems that his rather... menacing presence gave off such a vibe that he wasn’t aware of at all. A smirk was plastered onto his face. 

“If you want to join me for the night, you should just be upfront about it.”

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He lurks.

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Tͯ̈́ ̤͎̭̟̘͂͗ͫH͎̭ͦͩ ̃͋͑̃ͥ̈͒O̙̣̫ ̖̠͔̮̾ͥ̈́͛̏̀U̯̎̌͒̇ͯ̍̚ ̤̬̽̊̉̈ͭ̽ ̥̯̼͋͛ͦA͒̆̔̾ ̟̙͔͚̰ͦ̈́̏ͨ̍͌R̳͌͗̈̍̉ ̹͐ͣ̉ͪ̅̋ͬT̺͎̼͖ ̣̣̖̯́ͭ ͈̼͕̄͗̇Ả͓̯̗̹̺́̈́͑̓̽̇ ̟̼̹̘̃ͣͥ̾̃ ̼ͮͤ̾ͣ̏̍D̮ ̪̗̘̱̻̥ͥ̍ͪ̑̐ͯ̅Ȑ͆ ̟͙̬̰Å̝͓̫̱̘̫̩ͦ̀͑ ͉̘͙̐̉̂͆̂ͯ͒G͔̭͕̼̠̈́̔ ̺̣̤̅ͦ͌ͯO̱͚͈̞͒ͥ͆ͪ ͤͤ͌̈́̍͛N̤̬̹̯̂̌́̆̿̊ͣ ͚̱̼͕̮͉̌̇͌͑͒̒ͥ?̯̜͗̅͋ͬ̏͌̽ͅ

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i should do shit on this blog again :thinking emoji:

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motherfuckingsonofsurya:

thetain2018:

“...Let’s go. You no longer have a say in this. Don’t say anymore and do not argue. Think. Reflect. And writhe. It is normal to be dissatisfied with an outcome like this. But know that you have a much bigger responsibility on your plate then your own personal shortcomings. But I know you’re one to bottle it all in. So for now, I’m coddling you. I’ll make the decision for you. We’re going. And that’s final.”

Giving one last nod to one of the greatest Greek heroes as a sign of respect, he summons his horse and forces Tessa to ride behind him. “Don’t cry. Show him a brave face. A face of confidence that’ll reassure him that we will complete this mission. This much, you should give to a hero among heroes.”

Hero? What a laughable word. Bertrand was anything but that, he believed. Despite being the greatest Knight of his time; everything he did was selfish. He fought battles for glory and for fame. He remained loyal to France to maintain his moral code. And at worst, he rose to the top because he had too much to prove to everyone. To shove it in their faces that he was indeed the best. That all their preconceived notions about what a knight is was all out dated and unnecessary. 

Bertrand wasn’t a hero. The notion of self-sacrifice wasn’t there. He wasn’t that. But Achilles was. And despite how he had come to his sacrifice as the logical conclusion - it still left a bad taste in his mouth to lose an ally to a higher authority. And so-called ‘god’ to boot. He knew that this would also take its toll on Tessa. And it would be up to the rest of the group to pick up the broken pieces of this fragile master of theirs. “Take responsibility. Improve. And show yourself that you won’t make a mistake this grave again.”

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