Chivalry Is Not Dead.

Indie Semi Selective Rp blog for Diarmuid ua Dubhine from Fate/ Zero and Fate/ Grand Order Penned by Sarah

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Tfw a bit of fanart makes me think that CC from Code Geass could be a good fc for fem! dia

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“…Lancer, is it?” The woman spoke, violet orbs shifting from the pages of a novel to glance over the form of what could only be a Lancer. No other class seemed more prominent in skin-tight suits that left little to the imagination. No matter, she cared little for who it truly was, hoping they would have the common sense to leave the library the same way they came in.

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“...Hm.” At first, the lancer had regarded her with disinterest, his primary goal having been a place for him to collect his thoughts before heading out on another wild goose chase that had been cooked up by his master. Ha. The fool never learned, did he?

But what was this? She was a servant as well, wasn’t she? With a simple gaze, he’d gathered that information justly.

“I am of the Lancer class, yes. I take it you’re Rider, correct? You give off a.. certain aura befitting a rider, and my assumptions aren’t usually wrong.”

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Diarmuid had gone out early that morning to pick up a few things for his beloved master, screw waiting for Valentine's Day at this point. He wanted to fully catch her off guard, so what better way to do it than to spoil her a little bit earlier than she’d expect?

He’d made sure to wait for a day that she’d be out and about with her own errands, slyly preparing a candlelit dinner of homemade spaghetti with only the freshest ingredients used in it, along with a tall glass of fresh made tea. Only the best for his master, after all. 

When she got home and got to enjoying the first part of her surprise, he snuck off to grab the chocolates he’d gotten for her, along with a bouquet of blue roses he’d actually gone out of his way to pick himself don’t ask him how he pulled it off it would take waaaay too long to explain.

“For you, my master,” Diarmuid whispered into her ear, handing her the chocolate before placing the roses in a vase he already had put up just for this, “I know this may seem very out of place, but... I wanted to surprise you with an early Valentine’s Day gift. If anyone deserves such a thing anyway, it’s you. Though...” He scratched his chin as he looked at the roses, then back to his master, a bit of a frown set across his lips. “I wish I could have found some better flowers. These ones are nowhere near as lovely as you are, my dear. Hm... maybe later we can go out and pick some together? Or we could do something else? Whatever you’d like, lovely.” And with that, he gently pressed his lips against her cheek in a soft kiss, eyes closed and smile gracing those lips of his long before he pulled back. “I just want to make this day and every other special for you, my master, so please, count on me. I’ll do everything I can for you.” 

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"in the end it doesn't even matter," saber alter

“That’s a rather bleak way of looking at things, Saber,” Diarmuid stated after a moment, head shaking slowly as he looked down at the other servant. Was it just him or did she look different than when they’d last met?

“As a king and a knight, you know as well as I that there are still things that matter, especially to those like us. Honor, dignity, the well being of those we’re sworn to protect? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all of that since the last time we met?”

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send my muse a line from a song and my muse will respond with a lyric line of their own.

Attempt to convey your muses feelings, ridicule my muse, anything! But only with a line or two from a song of your choosing! Include the song title if you wish!

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[ofthelovespot]

Me: Casually wants to do hardcore angst 

Also me: WTF I JUST BROUGHT HIM BACK HASN’T MY HUSBAND SUFFERED ENOUGH???

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Fight me, you attractive stranger

Her comment caught the lancer off guard for just a moment, that charming smile of his coming into full bloom as his lances materialized into his hands. “A compliment and a challenge, hm? Prepare yourself then, I won’t be going easy on you just because you’re pretty. My honor as a night will be on the line, after all.”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

[ofthelovespot]

“No matter the outcome of our battle, Saber, I am more than glad to have met and fought alongside you.”

RP blog of Diarmuid ua Duibhne from Fate/ Zero

Semi-Selective/ Multiverse/ Multiship

Crack/ Angst/ Fluff/ NSFW (mun and muse are of age)

3+ years experience

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I’m think I’m finally taking myself off of hiatus but my activity will still be a bit shotty on here until I get back into the swing of things so if you wanna interact just hit up my asks or ims or whatnot and I’ll start the good meme reblogs here soon to also get that going But still Yes I’m back hello hi

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“….” He internally cursed himself for allowing his unease to be caught so easily, the male meeting his master’s gaze with a rather restrained look of his own before heaving out a soft sigh. Where was he supposed to start? How was he supposed to start? The look on her face told him she needed answers, but he himself wasn’t exactly sure how to give them.

“It’s… nothing, really, m’lady.” The line almost hurt coming out of his throat, like he knew he was lying to himself just as much as he was lying to her. But coming out and truly saying how he was feeling was proving… extremely difficult, all things considered. “I’ve just… had this feeling I couldn’t shake all day. It didn’t really hit me until you came home, but once it did.. It really did a number on me, in all honesty.” This was proving to be much harder than he’d anticipated even before, trying to organize the jumble of thoughts running rampant through his mind to give her a solid answer. But he had to do it. For her sake. As his master and someone he had come to care deeply for, she needed to know.

“Have you ever wondered what would happen after the war was over? After all of us servants were sent back to the Throne of Heroes?” He’d start with a question for now, hoping he hadn’t been the only one subconsciously wondering about it. 

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When he finally presented his question, she found her eyes widening, an instant pang digging into her chest at the words. Of course the war was going to end soon, she knew that all-too-well with how many servants were left and how they almost had no downtime anymore. Things were tense in the battle for the Holy Grail, so tense that in fact, Vix hadn’t had a moment to consider what it would be like when it was over. “I-If I’m to be honest…” her words trailed off, dark hues averting from the man to stare at the blackened screen. If she had just pretended to not notice how off he was, she could be mindlessly watching TV right now instead of watching every emotion she had ever encountered form as a lump in her throat. 

“I never planned to survive the war.” She spoke the words barely above a whisper, almost ashamed to admit such a fact to him, of all people. It wasn’t due to his ability as a servant whatsoever, just that- she wasn’t exactly a powerful mage and in the grand scheme of things, she hadn’t expected to play a big role whatsoever. Vix had planned to die early on fighting for her stupid wish, and then… then she summoned Diarmuid. He was brave and just and loyal to a fault, he had given her hope through this war; he had protected her and kept her safe. Not just from the perils of the war, but from the self-loathing that plagued her mind.

“So I never,” she paused, gaze shifting back to him as her hand reached out to take his own. “I never had a plan for when the war was over, but now- now it looks like I might have a future, huh?” it wasn’t a question, though she tilted her head regardless as droplets formed in her caramel gaze. They would have been tears of joy, tears of relief except, with this realization came the worst one of all: when it was all over, she’d lose her Lancer. She sniffled, her other hand rising to roughly attempt to wipe away the tears before they could fall. “I’m sorry, Lancer! I shouldn’t be crying like this, it’s so stupid, I just… I hadn’t fully thought about it all until now. I don’t…” the words seemed to catch in her throat, as if allowing them out into the air would somehow seal her fate. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

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Her words struck a chord deep within the Lancer’s heart, a flurry of emotions welling up inside of him before he’d really had a chance to stop them; anger, surprise, worry, relief, it was a wonder he’d actually kept it together the moment he noticed the tears in her eyes. “Master...”

He didn’t hesitate a moment longer after that, gently pulling her close before wrapping his arms around her smaller form in an attempt to comfort her. There wasn’t much he could say now that he knew their thought processes weren’t that different as he’d originally thought, but the fact that it brought her to tears.. this wasn’t what he’d wanted. He hated seeing her cry, and the fact that he had inadvertently caused it only made the ache in his chest that much harder to bare. 

“I’m sorry.” The words came out almost forced, his voice strained as he tried to reign back his own emotions. But that was far harder than he’d anticipated, for with those two words, he could already feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t fair, none of this was; no matter the outcome, it seemed there was nothing the two of them could do to stop the inevitable. Whether they won or lost this war, they’d lose each other. And really, was that any way to win? 

His arms snaked tighter around her form, squeezing her closer to him, almost like he thought that if he loosened his hold, she’d already disappear. The thought all but pushed him right over the edge, tears trickling down the side of his face as he buried his face into her hair in an attempt to hide it. He had to be strong here, he was supposed to be the strong one. For her. He had to be the one to protect her while remaining reserved and in control... didn’t he? So what would happen when he couldn’t do that anymore? He wanted to say they could find a way somehow, but he knew that sort of wishful thinking could just kill them both in the end. So, for the time being, he sat in silence, memorizing how it felt to have her nestled into his arms like this and how she smelled. He’d etch it into his mind if it was the last thing he did. 

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your sober character sends my drunk character one of the following

[TEXT] you look like you’re having a fun time tonight

[TEXT] need me to drive you home?

[TEXT] you were supposed to be back an hour ago

[TEXT] please say you aren’t drunk

[TEXT] call me. NOW.

[TEXT] that’s it. i’m calling the cops

[TEXT] i miss you

[TEXT] i love you

[TEXT] it’s over

[TEXT] we need to talk

[TEXT] i’m sorry

plot twist: your drunk character sends my drunk character one of the following

[TEXT] yuo look so pretTY WOW

[TEXT] need mroe drink

[TEXT] pick me up pretty please

[TEXT] wow pls fuck me

[TEXT] shhhh don’t tell [your character] but i am in love with them

[TEXT] shhhh don’t tell [your character] but i despise them

[TEXT] i miss you

[TEXT] i love you

[TEXT] it’s over

[TEXT] we need to talk

[TEXT] i’m sorry

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It was complete and utter bliss, hearing her moan and gasp like this against him, feeling her nails digging into his skin, or the way her hot, soaked walls squeezed around his cock. It was getting to the point that he knew he didn’t have long at all before he’d be giving into that raging desire that now roamed over his being and left him on the brink of climax. His breathing was hard and heavy, fanning over her chest in waves as he did his best to continuously focus on teasing her while still keeping up such a rampant pace. But the battle was coming to its end, and it took almost all poor Diarmuid had to keep from bursting right then and there. That was.... until her last attack occurred. 

“A-Agh-!”

A loud, needy moan was let loose from the male as her teeth found refuge in his neck, a hard jolt racking his body as he realized he was past his limit now. Loudly, her name passed through his lips as he was flung into a hard orgasm, sheathing his cock deep within her tight walls as wave after wave of his release was let loose. He didn’t stop moving, however, continuously pumping his length deep into her while letting his fingers fervently play with her hard clit as he rode out the waves upon waves of utter pleasure and relief that flooded over him. He would not stop until he got her there, as well, and he was more than willing to keep going as long as it took. She was his master, after all, it was his job to serve her just as she had done for him that night. “Good god, Vixxey~!!!” 

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Without missing a beat, he sat down next to her, easily handing the remote over to her in a way that pretty much said he was fine with anything so long as it was her choosing. His smile still held a bit of resilience, however, thoughts still swirling around his head even as he held her gaze. Though he had to admit, the minute that little sound left her lips, he was fairly well distracted, giving off the slightest of chuckles at the cute sound. There was a part of him that wanted to pull her close and cuddle her after such a thing, let his hand run through her hair in an affectionate sort of manner, but something was holding him back. Maybe it was the flurry of thoughts and emotions running through his mind.

“I’m fine with anything, m’lady, please pick at your leisure,” why did his voice sound so distant when he said that? The words felt… wrong, almost foreign. It made his expression crumple up with confusion, brows knitting together as he turned to look away from her. What was his problem? Lately, everything had felt so odd… His heart felt lighter than he was used to, almost as if she’d lifted an unknown weight off of it just with her smile alone. But even then, he couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that was settling in on him as well. A feeling that had just started making itself known along with all those other feelings.

Was he dreading the end of the war? That was a hard question to answer. Part of him was sternly against the war and its entirety, wanting to end it quickly enough so that his beloved master would get the wish she so righteously deserves. But the other part… it knew what that meant. He’d be sent back to the Throne of Heroes, back to await the next time he was summoned into the war to fight. Which meant he’d have to leave her behind. The slight ache in his chest made it very clear how desperately he did not want that. But would he have a choice? He knew the answer better than he knew almost anything else, and it was something he didn’t want to admit aloud.

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The woman instinctively responded with a nod to his words, though she couldn’t help but notice how disinterested his tone sounded. A pang built in her chest as she took another bite, idly chewing as she flipped through channels. Had she done something wrong? He had seemed so full of life before, so happy even, for her to be home. But that sentence sounded so off, leaving her mind to race with the billion possibilities of what could have caused such a sudden shift in his tone. She swallowed back the pizza, taking a quick sip of lemonade before sitting up, hitting the power button and watching the screen fade to black instantaneously. 

Dark hues shifted over to the servant, blinking a couple times before she built up the courage to ask what she wanted to ask. If he was feeling off, it could affect the war, but- more than that, she hated the idea that something could be bothering him. They had grown… close, close enough for her to care about what troubled him for more reason than their contract. “Is something wrong, Lancer?” she asked, her head tilting slightly to the side in question. It was always better to talk about problems, no matter how scary or difficult it might be, it was always better. At least, that’s what Vix had grown to believe with others she knew. 

This was different, though, he was a servant. Perhaps she shouldn’t have asked at all, they could have simply watched How to Get Away With Murder and pretended everything was alright. Instant regret washed over her features with the question resting in the air. What if… what if she didn’t like whatever he had to say? What if he was resentful after having to spend so much time lingering in her home? “W-We can talk about anything, you know.”

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“....” He internally cursed himself for allowing his unease to be caught so easily, the male meeting his master’s gaze with a rather restrained look of his own before heaving out a soft sigh. Where was he supposed to start? How was he supposed to start? The look on her face told him she needed answers, but he himself wasn’t exactly sure how to give them.

“It’s... nothing, really, m’lady.” The line almost hurt coming out of his throat, like he knew he was lying to himself just as much as he was lying to her. But coming out and truly saying how he was feeling was proving... extremely difficult, all things considered. “I’ve just... had this feeling I couldn’t shake all day. It didn’t really hit me until you came home, but once it did.. It really did a number on me, in all honesty.” This was proving to be much harder than he’d anticipated even before, trying to organize the jumble of thoughts running rampant through his mind to give her a solid answer. But he had to do it. For her sake. As his master and someone he had come to care deeply for, she needed to know.

“Have you ever wondered what would happen after the war was over? After all of us servants were sent back to the Throne of Heroes?” He’d start with a question for now, hoping he hadn’t been the only one subconsciously wondering about it.