PENANCE;

indie private fate caster!lancelot oc

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       “It’s in the fifth month, uhh....”

[dovingmemes]

Now That’s What I Call Hobbies!

send in an emoji for our muses to be partaking in a hobby together

🛍️ — our muses going shopping 

⛱️ — our muses using a metal detector on a beach

🕹️ — our muses playing video games

🎙️ — our muses singing 

📻 — our muses listening to music

🎥 — our muses making visual media

📺 — our muses watching a movie

📷 — our muses taking photographs

🔦 — our muses exploring a haunted area

📖 — our muses reading

✏️ — our muses writing

🖌️ — our muses painting 

✂️ — our muses doing arts and crafts

🔨 — our muses doing carpenting

🔧 — our muses working on a vehicle

🔭 — our muses stargazing

🚣 — our muses on a boat

🏕️ — our muses camping

🏟️ — our muses at a sports event

🚲 — our muses going on a bike ride

✈️ — our muses traveling

🧗 — our muses rock climbing

🏇 — our muses horsebackriding

⛹️ — our muses playing a sport

🎲 — our muses playing a boardgame

🎼 — our muses playing music

📔 — our muses collecting stickers

✉️ — our muses stamp collecting

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ah the fitful sleep and the fire engines/ that I dream of when I dream

some day we'll both wake up for good/ I will try hard not to scream

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      my muse for casterlot has suddenly and unexpectedly come back recently

[aecorus]

Hey it’s ya girl Maxie, comin at ya with a promo for a Fate-based Viviane of Arthurian Legend.

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        He had the weirdest nightmare about there being more than one Merlin...

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despairfiles​:

Running his hand in front of his face, Shirou tried to make sense of whatever was going on. He had seen a lot of weird things in the past few months, absurd situations that defied any logic: servants, the grail, everything. Any sense of normalcy was long gone, but waking up in the middle of the woods was new. The boy stood up, still looking around in disbelief and then facing the stranger.

❝ I know this sounds crazy but … Where are we? ❞ maybe if he figured out his bearing then maybe he could start piercing the puzzle together. The other male’s outfit had some sense of weird familiarity to it, more like a style than something more concrete ❝ Last thing I know is that I fell asleep while practicing at night at home and now…❞ his hand reached the nape of his neck, awkwardly. ❝ Hmn? I’m alright, I’m mostly disoriented. Thank you for your concern. ❞ Panicking wouldn’t help, right now Emiya was trying to figure out his situation before asking for help. Any scrape of information could be great help.

       Lancelot looks up at their surroundings, then back at the other.  How specific does the other want him to be?  “Ystrad Tywi...?  About half a day’s march from Camelot.”

       Adding yet another mystery to the young man, his clothes look far too thin for sleeping outside right now.  If there weren’t other signs pointing otherwise, Lancelot would think this was an extremely convoluted honey trap set by bandits.  “Do you remember anything else about what happened before you blacked out?  Any odd sounds or lights?”

      Perhaps he’d merely stumbled onto some fairy’s practical joke.  It wasn’t out of the question by far, he’d seen his mother chastise subjects for spiriting away human peasants for the sake of a joke before.  It was one thing when it was for the sake of children, another when it could send an angry priest down on them.

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      fun casterlot fact: because he’s not entirely fae he’s sensitive to iron but more in the way some people’s ears get red and itchy when they wear earrings that have nickel in them

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iterare​:

          “That is exactly why I have confiscated them.” Why do you even have these things? Actually he doesn’t want to know. “Clearly they’re harmless over here, so you stay over there.”

      “They were birthday presents,” okay, only some of them, but the principle still applies.  “...What was it humans are sensitive to like iron?  Lead?”  Lancelot glances at one particular heavy-looking amulet.

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wormagus​:

Kariya isn’t certain whether to be offended by the scoff-laugh that leaves the Caster’s lips. “Well, I wouldn’t call him that,” he mumbles. That just sounds needlessly rude, no matter how close to the truth such a statement may be.

He also isn’t quite sure what to consider the Caster’s less than Caster-esque suggestions. On the one hand, knives and bombs certainly seem like they would be effective tools, these were Servants they’re dealing with. Kariya can hardly imagine taking one down with poison or a blade. He can barely even walk, how’s he meant to wield a weapon if it comes to it- and how can he expect it to have any effect on a magical hero brought back from the past? The masters, maybe, but how can either of them get close?

But the promise that the Caster will use very little mana is quite the relief, and Kariya does not suppress the urge to sigh. “Thank goodness,” he murmurs, hanging his head. “The ‘illness’, if you can call it that… it only gets worse the more mana we use.”

He doesn’t assume the Caster will be very amused if he performs some impressive feat of magic and then finds his master dead on the ground.

       Lancelot can sense the other’s hesitance, even if the other is trying to be kind to him, in the way he pauses.  “My specialty is enchanting.  In it’s own way, chemistry and fabrication lean on that,” Lancelot looks away from his master towards the rest of the room.  “It’s certainly not the easiest route, but if it’s your health on the line, I’ll do that.  We have the element of surprise, assuming that they’ve seen or are aware of your Berserker.”

        He turns back, brow furrowed.  “Don’t try to protect me or anything like that if we have to fight.  I can hold my own, and you’d only get in the way.  I’ll take all combat responsibilities myself, so you can focus on giving me the right orders.”  Protecting such a fragile master will be a new challenge in and of itself.

       There’s a pause as something occurs to Lancelot.  “...What’s your name, Master?”  The Berserker might not have cared, but it would bother Lancelot if he didn’t know.

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iterare​:

         “That? That’s the ‘Confiscation Corner.’ That’s all the things I’ve had to take away from you, because you mishandled them.”

       “They’re only lethal if I have them!”  He wants all his highly dangerous magical artifacts back, Kay.

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despairfiles​:

To stare at the stars is to realize how small you can be in the grand scale of things, to gaze into a distant past that are too far away to reach.  Maybe one day he is going to see her again and they are going to share the same stars. Right now, the comforting silence in that shed was enough and he soon fell asleep during his practice. Drifting in darkness. That was usually how a good night’s sleep goes for him. Blissful nothingness that only exists in the dreams — dreams, and the night skies.

A bright light penetrated his eyelids, the morning forcing its way to his consciousness. 「 Is it morning already? 」 His jumbled mind was transitioning into awareness when a voice called him. A male voice. What the?! Opening his eyelids and almost immediately regretting due to the blinding light, the boy tried to shield the sunlight with his arm. It took Shirou a moment or two to process the absurdity of his predicament.

❝ Gwhah?! ❞ he yelped, trying to slither back before sitting up. ❝ What the hell?!❞ The copper-haired young man looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

        Lancelot watches him like a cat watching a particularly tasty bird.  “It seems you still live after all,” that’s a relief, he’d hate to find a mysterious corpse out here.  He stands up straight, looking down at the (much smaller) man in front of him, a hand at his waist near his sword.

        “Where did you come from?  You’re far away from anywhere that’s safe for humans.”  Most of the people in the castle town around Camelot wouldn’t dare come out here, where things less than natural liked to play.  People who did tended to end up as dinner for beasts.

        Still, Lancelot’s shoulders are fairly relaxed looking at him, though his lips are pursed.  “Do you need food or water?  I had thought it was wise to bring some with me.”  Even he wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the possibility of getting lost out here.  He may be less likely to be eaten, but thirst and cold weren’t anything to laugh at.

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@aecorus asked:

“Enunciate! Don’t mumble!”

      “Mom,” Lancelot has half a mind to lay his head down on the table.  “Can we do this later?”  He can enchant things perfectly well!  He doesn’t need his mom to teach him how to chant, even if he is a Caster now!

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@despairfiles​ (plotted starter)

        The leaves had just started turning this year, leaving an odd lack of things to do now that all the large beasts born in the spring were slew to protect the villages and all the accounting had been taken care of.  Lancelot found himself taking walks outside of Camelot, into the woods and by himself.  It wasn’t something he had done since joining up with Arthur and becoming so very busy, giving the forest an odd, nostalgic feeling to him.

         Lost in the repetitive movement of his body and small everyday thoughts, Lancelot nearly stumbled over the man before realizing he was there.  The boy had bright red hair, and had managed to leave an impression like a snow angel in the pine straw on the ground.  Where did he come from?  Despite his strange clothes, his soul felt like a bog standard human, so he didn’t belong out here.

       “Young man?” Casterlot leans over his unconscious form, unsure how best to rouse him without causing harm or alarm.  “Can you hear me?”

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@burdensword asked:

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

     Step one: Don’t panic.

      “...Standing here...”

      Failed step one.  (Really, he’s been half watching Chaldea’s common room TV while failing to write anything useful in his grimoire for the last hour.  He dropped the pen when she walked in.)

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   it’s def not canon but i’ve always thought it’d be cool if archer’s design differed slightly based on which route shirou took in his past

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Myth and Magic Sentence Starters

“Heard a rumor that something lives in these woods, something… otherworldly.” 

“Are you /trying/ to get yourself killed?!”

“Your spellwork is shoddy at best.” 

“Enunciate! Don’t mumble!” 

“What sort of Craft do you do?” 

“You’re… you’re a witch.” 

“You’re going to get caught walking around like that.” 

“What a beautiful creature…” 

“Please do not drop things into my cauldron.” 

“They say that you’re a Fae.” 

“Your eyes… you’re not human, are you?” 

“What are you doing in a place like this?” 

“This isn’t your natural habitat…” 

“This is… impressive spellwork.” 

“Oh! What beautiful enchantments!” 

“Do you think you can make me one of these?” 

“I’m looking for someone whom people say can brew any cure.” 

“This place is cursed… I can feel it in my bones.” 

“Your magic is very oppressive.”

“Supposedly there’s a dragon who dwells here. Heard anything about that?” 

“Your wards and shields are pathetic.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, they’re a fairytale.” 

“Magic doesn’t exist.” 

“It’s probably some rabid wolves or something, not some ‘mythical creature’.”

“Ghosts aren’t real, and this place isn’t haunted!” 

“Isn’t it about time you crafted your own focus? 

“I’ve never seen magic quite like this.” 

“Please take your wand away from my throat.” 

“Is this a cure, or a poison?” 

“I didn’t know this type of herb grew here.” 

“Do you think someone will be willing to sell me a crystal?” 

“What are you going to do? Read my palm? Tell me my fortune on a poker hand?”

“I haven’t seen a creature like that in years.” 

“Excuse me, but have you seen any __ around these parts?” 

“A __ you say? No, I don’t believe I have.” 

“You should check the vendor down the block if you’re looking for /that/ kind of thing.” 

“You do know that even possessing that is illegal here, yes?” 

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