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Thank you to those who voted. I’ll be closing this blog soon once I get the general set up. I’ll be starting the general multi now.

#ooc.#psa.

Genuine Question.

If I moved everyone here to a general multi muse to condense blogs and actually write a bunch of muses that I’ve always loved writing, would anyone follow? It’d also reorganize everything for me and make life easier.

Poll here.

#psa.#ooc.

Ain tags.

#SERVANT: ain.#AIN: headcanon.#AIN: gallery.#AIN: aesthetic.#AIN: musing.#AIN: commentary.

✔ @arthxrian. ◜ starter call. ◞

「 Ah... Remember me? 」

Morgana chuckled softly, veil covering her face. Her voice alone would be more than enough of a red flag for the kingly knight, a grin on her red painted lips. Tilting her head slightly to one side, the faerie queen hummed before speaking again.

「 It’s nice to see you again, dear. 」

#SERVANT: morgana.#v. main.#arthxrian

sanctuscalix-blog

So the muse page is now 100% updated and complete. I’ll be lifting that hiatus I almost took. Astolfo still is at his own blog over @rosetendrc. However, this will be a starter call to start anew on here as well!

#starter call.

So the muse page is now 100% updated and complete. I’ll be lifting that hiatus I almost took. Astolfo still is at his own blog over @rosetendrc. However, this will be a starter call to start anew on here as well!

#starter call.

Lass tags.

#SERVANT: lass.#LASS: musing.#LASS: headcanon.#LASS: gallery.#LASS: commentary.#LASS: aesthetic.

Okay, yes, definitely I can lift this hiatus already. Sorry if I worried / scared anyone! My muse page is now up to date, and I shall actually be adding a crossover muse as well as a possible OC.

#ooc.#psa.#( For now definitely the crossover. )

I think I figured out what I’m gonna do with my multi muse to give myself more motivation here, so I might actually lift the hiatus notice. We’ll see. ♥ Lemme just edit some stuff around, okay? ♥

#ooc.#psa.

PSA: Until further notice -

This blog is on hiatus.

The only muse I have any motivation for is Astolfo, and I feel it’s unfair to continue using just one muse on a purported multi muse. So I’ve moved Astolfo over to @rosetendrc, and I’ll be active there. I apologize for this.

#ooc.#psa.

This is uncoded completely, but.

Astolfo will be moved here.

#ooc.#psa.

PSA.

I’ve been pushed into a bad corner. I’m going to move Astolfo to his own blog and keep this blog, but put it on hiatus until I feel ready to come back to the rest of my muses. The only muse I have any motivation for and get any interaction with is Astolfo. So he’s going to be moved to a solo blog once again, and this blog will be put on hiatus until I feel well enough to come back.

#ooc.#tbd.#( It's so bad it's fucking with my already fragile mental health. )

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#ooc.#tbd.#( what is it about me that makes me so unapproachable? )#( no one answers to my opens. )#( i rarely get sent memes and instead get treated like a meme resource. )#( i want to cry. )#( i literally want to cry because i try so hard with all my muses and #the only muse that gets any fucking traction is astolfo. )#( i should just go back to writing only astolfo. )#( it's pretty obvious literally no one cares for anyone else. )#( i give up. i just give up. )

yvoire‌

Having slipped into the room undetected, Yvoire had taken a moment to look about. Though intelligent enough, she had never considered herself to be much of a tactician and much preferred to follow orders and plans than make them . . So rarely did she ever enter this room. She spots the paladin soon enough, though she keeps quiet so as not to accidentally interrupt the other while he worked.

When she was at last acknowledged and addressed, the silver haired woman gives a subtle shake of her head, “Nothing in particular, really. I was just coming to check up on you . . You’ve been in here for quite a while. Is everything alright?”

「 Ah, no, just going over Astolfo’s plans. Just in case he forgot any loose ends. You know how his mind is, it’s full of clouds half the time. 」

Naimon brushed off any potential for concern in her words as politely as he could, offering her a smile. A hand gently gripped the table edge, the advisor’s fingers trailing the map again, though this time the swipe of digits was almost nostalgic, in a way, rather than out of re―tracing Astolfo’s battle plan.

「 Have you ever been outside of Francia, little Yvoire? 」

#yvoire #v. main.#SERVANT: naimon.

「 WHO DO U LOVE? Is it him or me? ‘Cause I can’t take the pressure anymore! WHO DO U LOVE? Girl, it’s killin’ me! If you can’t say that I’m the one for sure, then I’m walkin’ out the door! 」

open.

#SERVANT: astolfo.#open.#v. noisy obsession.

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#ooc.#tbd.#( guess it's time to just be clinical and not get my hopes up anymore. )#( i'm tired. just oh so tired. )#( im just always the unapproachable asshole. )#( fine by me. )#( fine. )#( i'll just finish my last handful of drafts and then disappear or something. )#( not like i'm wanted or needed here anyway. )#( people can do my muses better anyway. )#( i can't do any of them justice. )#( never have been able to. )#( sorry i'm so terrible. )#( i'll shut up now and finish my last three drafts. )

ritsu‌

They jump forward as soon as Astolfo wavers, but Berserker’s swipe to grab him just misses, and the mage tumbles to the floor. Damn it. That doesn’t look like a good angle for his foot, either. At least Berserker doesn’t miss a beat in adapting to the new position. They scoop Astolfo up easily into a bridal style carry, and look down at him with a cheeky smile.

Even if he’s hurt, it’ll get fixed, and if Ritsu acts like it’s no big deal, then surely it won’t be, right?

“If you’re not that worn out, then we should keep going until you are?” Berserker teases right back. They’re still not going to let Astolfo back down, though. “Juuuust kidding. Looks like I’m carrying you back anyways, but to the medbay instead. Gotta make sure your foot didn’t snap. That’s why fighting’s no good at all.” They say that while still a Servant, while still having excitedly agreed to help Astolfo spar – the disconnect doesn’t even register in Ritsu’s brain.

They adjust him a little to make sure Astolfo’s comfortable before carting him off, out of the training room, like he’s too light to even register as heavy in their hold.

Being scooped up like that made the Master pout, Astolfo’s arms crossing over his chest as he offered the other a pout. He wasn’t truly worn out, but the pain in his ankle was definitely sapping his usually boisterous energy. Whining a bit, his hand reached for his ankle as the Berserker held him.

「 You say fighting’s no good at all, but I refuse to let any of you fight alone. We’re all in this mess together and I’m going to fight like an equal, the best I can, got it? 」

The mage sighed lightly, disappointed in himself. He thought, THOUGHT, he was getting stronger. Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was doomed to just be a stupid human mage, commanding with a cold tone instead of fighting alongside his Servants.

Was he just being stupid ... ? Was this the fate of all mages, no matter how much they want to be equal to their Servants ... ?

「 I can walk. You can put me down. 」

He really couldn’t walk well, but he could limp the rest of the way to the infirmary.

#savepnt #v. astolfo: master.#SERVANT: astolfo.#( this is late. )#( im sorry. )

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