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hey! it’s lizzy !!
this is an independent and selective rp blog for nursery rhyme of the fate franchise. this blog will not be spoiler-free; and will likely be sporadic activity.
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–{ ok mini promo hi this is lizzy and i’m testing out moving all my muses onto one blog including muses from genshin, fate, project sekai, ocs, and more! if you’d care to rp please stop on by with a follow i’m very nice and friendly ( i think )
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muses (sorry the formatting is strange, i’ll try to fix it asap!)
assassin:
‘ i know you’re not a child , ‘ he can’t help the bitter edge to his grumble , ‘ but that doesn’t change the fact my life isn’t something that anyone should have to witness , much less survive —– especially as children . not to mention , the more anyone tells a story , the more it comes true . ‘ in a perfect world greed , suffering and other unimaginable symptoms of malice did not exist . ‘ if it’s doomed to be like this forever … then i’d rather do away with everything . ‘
he settles into his dark as such . the gumdrop in her palm is meanwhile met with a blank stare . so are her words , trying to discern his heart . ‘ … i don’t like sweets , ‘ is all that he matter-of-factly states in return , but he takes the gumdrop and puts it into his mouth anyways , chewing it up while the taste of it overwhelmed him , using his mouth’s busying as an excuse to think and keep himself from saying anything more .
‘ all that , are you trying to say that this place is home for you , too ? ‘ he finally speaks . ‘ you’ve lost things as well , to selfish humans . i’m sure of it . and you’re just fine with it ? did you give too much , or did you just not have enough to give ? even if humans gave us everything in the first place , what is there to be thankful for ? losing everything ? having everything taken away , little by little ? getting chewed up ? getting tricked and eaten ? drowning and getting poisoned ?! ‘
weak . the word echoes unpleasantly in his mind as he watches her cast her magic spell , hiding any proof of his own handiwork while he tersely spits and tries not to let his voice raise . he allows her preserving , because it relieves him of himself . they won’t even know it was you . how wonderful , how terrible .
‘ i’m not in the mood to play . ‘ he shakes his head . he’s not so much a child either , that his mind could be so easily distracted by jejune invitation : adults were terrible for this hopeless reason as well , clinging to things like ideas of reality and the gravestones of regret that a naive , bright-eyed youth would not have . ‘ if someday that secret makes you sad , then don’t blame me . you can’t . ‘
how curious. her head tilts. if he exists, those things are already present. his story exists, for him to as well. so no matter how much he wishes himself into infamy, or perhaps pictures himself to be- his story is still alive in a way, isn’t it? what a sad way to exist, wishing you hadn’t at all.
oh. how sad. she knew such people existed, of course, but sweets were so fun. so colorful, shaped for children- meant to spark joy.
“hmm.. well, yes, i suppose, i have lost plenty to the selfishness of humans. i’ve seen how dark, and twisted, and cruel they can be-” indeed, her little charge, alice, had been the very reason nursery rhyme was the way they were now. this body, this voice, even the very desire she had to supposedly ‘have’ or ‘make’ fun were all for her sake.
the little girl who’s parents hadn’t done enough, who had been killed off by another master.
“but being bitter, resenting the world for taking.. isn’t that foolish? this world is meant to give and take. so if i am to have a chance to exist, why not give the world another chance?” she’ll never have alice again, but their new and dear master still is beside her, are they not? she looks at him matter-of-factly, nodding. “i won’t. i won’t be sad, and i won’t blame you either. i’ll be thankful, even if you dislike me now.”
she takes two steps foward, hands shifting to behind her back. “then what is it you do all day, since you care not to play?” are you going to be moping? she has half a mind to pull him into wonderland for the afternoon.
ducky man:
‘ what makes you think i was meant for children ? ‘ what was he meant for , anyways ? his own embodiment is vague , he doesn’t know his own lessons ; only that he leaned towards chaos in his lonesomeness , a wicked , fictional spirit brought to life . he had been born weak and with nothing . if it was about his own childhood , then such a thing had been neglected . the poor boy’s parents died when he was young , and his lord had taken him in .
no matter his own discontent contemplations , he still paints with a masterful hand . a duck is a simple , trivial thing that he could pin his thoughts to , keeping any violent twist and knot of his feelings under control . ‘ … nothing lasts forever . not even for us servants . what if you decide you don’t like the engraving later on ? what if it starts to remind you of bad things ? ‘ what if someday he threw her porcelain heart onto the ground , and it shattered , and that damn duck was still there ? he can’t bear the thought of his own imprint ; his impressions .
‘ if you ever decided you didn’t like it anymore , then it would hurt … and that would seem like it would last forever , ‘
she tilts her head slightly, something like a smile on her face. “oh.. is this what restricts you? you think i’m a child?? i did not suggest you were for children, only that your story may not be as despicable as you believe.”
she holds out a little gumdrop for him, speaking rather matter-of-factly: “you hold an awful lot of sorrow in your heart, don’t you? you’re anxious.. perhaps, even.. afraid? you have a home here.. you’re bound to restrain yourself from hurting our master.. there’s no need to fear your darkness, don’t you think?” she makes assumptions based on how he acts, but really, she isn’t scared of him. “no, i think i’ll like it quite a bit, forever and ever.” she silently transfixes her gaze on a mirror, mimicking the paintstrokes as a pattern she slides onto her wrist, as though it were printed on. “there. now i can keep it, and nobody will see it, so you won’t get in trouble. they won’t even know it was you, if they do see it.” she rarely took her gloves off, after all.
she turns, holding her hand out. “let’s go play now.”
friend!:
🐍— ❝I don’t mean to… You just seemed happy.❞
“did i really?” hold hands out with a little smile. “well let’s play together, then! then we can both be happy!!”
friend?:
@nurseryrhymed
🐍— ❝Oh…she’s cute.❞
“hey.. what’re you looking at?” smiling.
papa:
“This old man’s proud of you, that’s great taste. Personally, I think he should be thanking you. Doesn’t the church have some rabbit holiday? It’s fitting.”
“yeah!! easter! i think maybe that’s a few months away, but i can give him the ears again if he wants them then too!” wiggles. clinging to his leg. kirei can’t get her here.
papa:
He laughs, taking his cloak in hand to flick out, creating a red shield for Rhyme to secret herself behind. “Oho, so our fairytale is causing mischief today, eh? Good for you!”
she nods, a big grin on her face. “i gave him fluffy bunny ears!! and a little tail!! it won’t last forever, but he looks so cute!!”
papa:
giggling.. running to hide behind him. “hide me, hide me! mister priest man is going to be angy!!”
drawing man:
‘ no . ‘ it’s firm and grim — a warning . that book he had stolen from chaldea’s library , that book he had drowned , buried and burned … ‘ it’s not a book with a happy ending . nobody wants to read trash like that . forget it . ‘ he opens the caps of a few paints , beginning with a bright yellow , only letting out a sigh at the rest of her words and contemplations .
‘ the opinions of adults are rea ~ lly troublesome . it’s bad an’ should be a secret if it’s a tattoo , but it’s not a problem if it’s just some innocent face-paint for a child-like servant . don’t worry , i already knew your body was more like a doll’s than a human’s . ‘ it doesn’t dissuade him from painting , regardless . ‘ i’ll paint dry . although , i can’t do anything if y’end up gettin’ wet somehow . it’s only temporary . consider it the trade-off for not havin’ t’endure any pain or healing for a real , permanent tattoo . ‘
how awful of you, to pique her curiosity. if she seeks out the knowledge, well, he’ll have but himself to blame. she shrugs, though her eyes peer towards his curiously. “happy endings aren’t. all that normal, you know. they’re quite new. a way to dress up the original cautionary tales that were once told to children. to not be weak, to not give too much.” though maybe there’s no need to go into specifics.
“but.. what if i wanna keep the ducky forever and ever..?” it isn’t like she could control getting wet or not (something she despised anyways, given her natural form).
“it wouldn’t hurt, not really. even if it were a real one.”
drawing man:
‘ how dare you . ‘ his tone is flat and sarcastic . ‘ my story’s been praised for its realism , you know . there’s not going to be any magic like that in it . ‘ which was quite an idea when his hundred chapters still contained all sorts of otherworldly , mystical nonsense , but nothing in regards to conjuring up his own tattoos ! ‘ is a nice drawing not good enough ? sheesh , ‘ hiding away too was pointless — he comes up with a better idea and sighs . ‘ fine , follow me . ‘
all the way to one of chaldea’s recreational rooms , an artist’s haven . usually , yan qing would visit to paint something legitimate of his own , or stencil a command seal onto his hand — but he has in mind to retrieve some of the non-toxic paints and clatters a jar of brushes beside them . ‘ how about this ? if it’s just face-paint , it shouldn’t be a problem . ‘ please say yes , he thinks .
she tilts her head again, a small smile on her face. “well i don’t kno your story! maybe you could share it with me. i’m an awful good listener, you know. and a good judge of stories, too.” she really came to him, no knowledge, only because she liked his tattoos..
“hmm..” she’s contemplating rather seriously. “you’re going to do it on my face..? i don’t know if tha will stick to me.” she takes off one of her gloves, exposing her porcelain hand and gently touching his arm. “see? it might just run.. also, if it’s on my face, then that ruins the whole.. secret thing you wanted, right?”
she can't help herself.. the urge to cause mischief.. sorry kirei, you're stuck with bunny ears and even a cute, fluffy little tail- at least for a while.
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“...”
The priest notices the caster servant, and his first instinct is to sigh internally, knowing very well that her presence, on most days and by definition, means trouble and a possible headache on his part. Evading her altogether or simply avoiding to be seen is not exactly an option, as she seems capable of finding him no matter what.
And now the only thing left is to wonder what humiliating situation she is going to inflict upon this poor, innocent man.
“...----!!”
Well, that is worse than anything he could have ever imagined.
She is so lucky basically ninety percent of Chaldea has her back.
this child bringing literal grown men to their knees is so funny. please.
drawing man:
‘ anybody with a heart wouldn’t dare to yell at you . ‘ his brows set a little ; he speaks nothing of himself who would bear the brunt of every chide as an obvious , apparent adult . ‘ have you really never seen a tattoo before ? ‘ then again , how many other servants had them ? he scratches his cheek and only stares at that permanent marker in her hand .
‘ even that rubs off after a time . a tattoo goes underneath the skin with a needle … in other words , someone else did everything for me . how could i draw something all over my back by myself ? ‘ it was impossible ! he makes no move to satisfy her wish , either . ‘ go get me a piece of paper and i’ll draw your ducky . i’m not gonna draw anything on your body . ‘ that was practically a one-way ticket to trouble !
they hadn’t really existed when she had first been written, and really, she was most fascinatd with how they looked aesthetically. she stares at the marker, contemplating, before she nods quietly. “i see..”
“well you could have done them if you’re super flexible? or if you have magic!” she considers for a moment how long make would even last on a porcelain body. “but i don’t want it on a paper.. then there’s no point.” her book was decorated enough, it was this body of her’s that wasn’t. “what if i can hide us away? so you don’t get in trouble??”
drawing man:
‘ eh … ‘ drawings , huh ? well , in a way they certainly were drawings , but … ‘ don’t let anyone else hear you say that . ‘ the mother hens and strict fathers of chaldea would never let him hear the end of it for being a bad influence and promoting tattoos !
“why not? nobody will yell at me.” she’s floating slightly to get a better look at them. “did you draw them yourself? do you think you could draw me a ducky??” holding up a sharpie. give her a little tattoo. as a treat.
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“hey! i like all the drawings on your arms~!” beaming. @tenkoseiensei
