Knight of Rebellion

Independent, private and selective Fate/Prototype Mordred roleplay blog. Highly canon divergent. Read the rules before interacting. Rebooted 21.06.23.

[leorexfilius]

life is exhausting

[konoko]

reblog if you like kitties or if you have a crippling fear of abandonment due to past experiences and possibly trauma

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do i give mord a genshinverse

[divineshamhat]

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[leorexfilius]

To bake a cookie, the oven needs to go for three hundred for fifteen minutes.

So if you want a cookie in five seconds...

[leorexfilius]

how do you unfuck tumblr's UI

i miss 2015

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@hoshigaru

The way is shut.

No, not shut, really - but unclear, barren, unknown - like something's burnt the information out of the World. The Throne isn't feeding him anything about this summoning. He knows nothing about where he's going, but he does know what his purpose is. Not the contest of a Grail War, but the protection of humanity itself.

He knows this master has summoned him before; a version of him, at least. He does not have the memories of that past self, but he knows what they've experienced, in an impersonal, distant way. The Throne has granted him that much, but it's like reading text from parchment. Nothing so concrete as thoughts or feelings, just... information.

So when he coalesces in the summoning circle, surrounded by metal and machinery, and he sees the smaller, female magus in front of him - he pauses, searching for something, anything, in the void the Throne's left in his head.

There's nothing there but a name.

"Dokugamine Riruka. Master of Chaldea. "

The words are foreign on his tongue, like they should be familiar - but they aren't. Nevertheless, he presses on, suddenly glad for the helmet that keeps his face from view. There are others, hanging around the circle at a respectful distance - some pinked haired girl in a lab coat, a rotund man in a green suit, a young child, just now entering the room with a strange looking box - but he focuses his attention on his new master.

"Seems like shit's hit the fan, so I'm here to back you up."

"What needs doin'?"

[leorexfilius]

like this post for valentine asks whenever i can get around to them

neither seiso-ness nor punctuality is guaranteed

[camelot-fallen-archived]

@leorexfilius "Why? More for me. Uh, us."

"Please, clarify, Sir Knight who reminds me of my delightful bastard of a son. Perhaps it is my blind rage over this crime against the culinary arts, but I feel as though I've perchance misunderstood you. I'd hate to cut you down over a misunderstanding. I've been trying to grow, you understand, so I would hate to kill someone who might be my son before attempts are made at being better."

[leorexfilius]

A small sigh rattles out from behind the helmet.

"They spend all their time eatin' grass. Just means there's more meat to go around for us, innit? Why're you gettin' all worked up over somethin' that benefits you?"

[leorexfilius]

tumblr mobile a fuck 💀

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tentative plotting call?

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following up on this after army shit, a new job, and a bout of covid 💀

[leorexfilius]

He has been made aware of candy.

[sweeetestcurse]

Scenery in Alan Wake 01/???

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tentative plotting call?

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thirty six porn bots have followed me in my couple week absence and i hate it

[leorexfilius]

did they change tumblr again

[leorexfilius]

How does Mo-kun feel about his (lack of) humanity? Does he ever ponder about it?

Mordred himself has never had cause to think about such a question before. Asking him such a question will simply garner puzzled looks and uncaring shrugs. But if he were given cause to ponder it, he would come to the conclusion that it's just a simple word, a word used to justify how the user wants to treat others.

Humans are willing to ascribe it to gods, ghosts, animals, and even inanimate objects. But they are also all too happy to strip that same humanity away from whomever they see as an enemy, in the name of everything from religion to race to entertainment. What use is that word, then, but a convenient label?

The emotions of being human, the mindset of being human - they are not limited to the human form, or the human body. Rage and hate are as human as joy and hope, and the Knight of Treachery has felt every emotion as keenly as anyone birthed from a mother's womb. More, even, depending on who you ask. He would never say it as succinctly or eloquently, but he sees no difference between him and any other summoned Servant in the current day - created by magic from the shade of a past hero, to serve a master with magickal dominion over one's soul.

To say to his face that he lacks that state of being human, to imply that he is somehow lesser than anyone else for the circumstances of his birth and the choices of his mother, is nothing less than an insult.

And generally, insulting Mordred tends to be one of the last things that people ever do.