I’ve been COLD, I’ve been мєrcιlєѕѕ But the ƁĻȮȮƊ on my hands… scares me to death
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@quartzitespirits
I’ve been COLD, I’ve been мєrcιlєѕѕ But the ƁĻȮȮƊ on my hands… scares me to death
welp there’s the exhaustion i was expecting... h ELL O THERE
An over-dramatic teenaged Master still ain't as bad as Kiara aaaay
“I would take an over dramatic teenaged master over that whorish nun any day. Sadly the world is a horrible and cruel place and hardly anybody gets what they want.”
“If you ever need over dramatized arguments or simply want some form of cheap entertainment, find a master servant pair where one of the masters is an teenager. you’ll certainly overhear some kind of humorous commentary.”
ghxstinthemxchine:
“Oh, I get it now. You’re actually really shy. How cute.”
“I am not shy!”
ghxstinthemxchine:
“Why is it such a surprise to you? How did you think I thought of you, Archer? Like a nun would?”
“Knowing what you are thinking and knowing that EVERYONE ELSE IS HEARING WHAT YOU ARE THINKING are two very different matters.”
#*Thinks about Kiara* Dammit bitch you are not ruining this for me
“And thus another life was ruined because of this demonic bitch of a nun!”
[ @ghxstinthemxchine || continued from here ]
“I know not EVERYTHING you said was perverted but the fact that you even said those things..!”
He groaned loudly, covering his face with a hand. he was doing it in an attempt to look embarrassed, which he was, but he was also doing it to hide the blush that was forming on his cheeks.
"Master, Master PLEASE" (Archer Emiya) - Quartzitespirits //I HAD TO
@quartzitespirits
“It’s not so much fun being teased, now is it?”
…
“…I still want you, though. Really badly. I would do all those things.”
“.......I’m not even sure what to say to you. are you really vocalizing all that JUST to embarrass me!?”
he is fully convinced his master has lOST HER DAMN MIND
"Mordred, can I check your arms, please?" Arthur asked, walking over to his son... daughter... He'd need to make sure to ask later.
Mordred’s expression changed the moment Arthur began to speak to her. The entire trial she’d had a scowl on her face, her gaze as sharp as daggers as the everyone went back and forth in their debate. Though, the moment Arthur spoke to her in that tone...Her expression softened, saddened even. That tone made her heart ache.
“Fine.”
she said, pulling off her red leather jacket. It revealed...nothing. Her arms were free of any wounds, pale and soft without any sign of any attacks. With her jacket off, most of her skin was showing. Her arms, her legs, her stomach, all free from any scratches.
She placed a hand on her hip and used the other to hold her red jacket. “There.”
[ @crystalpendium ]
It’d been a little over three days since Arthur fell asleep, and even longer since Mordred first met him.
He was an anomaly to her. Her father had always been seen as male but was never truly male, but here her father was as an actual male. It wasn’t just gender that separated this Arthur from the Artoria she knew. His...opinions on Mordred were different too. When they met he apologized to her, wanted to find a way to make amends. The king had even gotten angry at Mordred’s own father for her actions. How comically cruel was that? Arthur was different from her father, in name, appearance, and personality. But he was still Arthur. And he was still her father. A different father... One that wanted her to be a part of his family...
crystalpendium:
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The tall red head looked at the selection of books, deciding on what book to buy before he noticed the shorter male, looking over books while being confused. “Any kind of book you’re looking for in particular?” He asked.
Of course there were incredibly few books in any languages he could actually read here. This was the ‘boonies’ as most people seemed to call it. A small town far out in the country where life was a dull crawl. It made sense that the books being sold at this tiny shop were all in Japanese. So far he’d only found one or two books in particular that were some kind of language he spoke or understood.
The bluenette sighed heavily. He’d been about ready to just leave when somebody spoke to him.
“hm?”
His head turned and blue eyes focused on the strange redhead. Oh...uh...wait he knew those words. Book...looking...um.
In an attempt to not mage the biggest fool of himself, Hans shook his head and turned back to the shelf he was standing in front of.
If it takes fighting a WAR for us to meet
it will have been worth it.
Abandoned chapel in the south of France!
by Romain Veillon; https://www.instagram.com/romain_veillon/
soulsoffate:
“Jeanne please. Simply calling me Michael will suffice. I hold no class or status over you. Here, we are equals. There is no need for such honorifics.” he said with a gentle smile. Though it would certainly take a while for her to see that. It had taken a while for other Servants to see him as simply another Servant, and not as just the divine being he was.
“I was just on my way to the chapel to pray. Would you care to join me?” he asks.
“o-oh! okay! I’m sorry, it’s a force of habit.”
She smiled brightly and looked to the side for a few moments with a shy expression on her face. It was hard not to refer to an angel by some sort of honorific. In fact, it almost felt rude to her to only refer to the saint as ‘Sir Michael’ instead of ‘Saint Michael’. Calling him by his name and name alone, it would certainly take some getting used to.
“I’d love to!”
she said in response to the offer. Going to the chapel with others was always a treat. Usually the blonde went by herself, Edmond sometimes accompanying her to the holy place.
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