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{ sojdfos I used to watch Gargoyles as a kid with my mom I love seeing you on the dash thank ye

I’m glad I’m the source of that happiness ;3;

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Déjà vu / Cursedmaster

A percussive beat of lonely footsteps grind against asphalt beneath a man who carries a vehement bestial scent. Cuchulainn found himself stretching his legs with a simple midnight walk. On seemingly randomly timed stops, Cu cranes his deep vermilion gaze skyward to witness stars dancing within the darkness. Each stop certainly lagged his walk, and this is his fifth stop to observe the sky above.

Few plagued the street aside from himself, yet he felt a chilling sensation strum across his spine. One that would raise the hairs atop his head as if to warn him, but what could stimulate such a reaction like a chilling shiver? To him, it festered into excitement as it did into a curious feeling. Cu’s eyes sharpened by instinct whilst he cranes his neck to glance behind him.

Dimly lit shadows cloak whoever, or whatever may be behind him. “Who’s there?” He calls with a slight undertone of genuine curiosity, accompanied by an inaudible growl of battle-readiness. Could it be an enemy, an ally, or a monstrous demon? He certainly knew nothing of what it may be, but he was certain of one thing. There was something there, and he was not going to shrug it off by now.

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#cursedmaster #[ Here you are. You know the normal things yes? ]#[ No need to match length or anything like that. ]#[ Gave out what quality I could. Hopefully it's enough to work with. ]

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During his time as a wizard, Jellal had been exposed to many different forms of magic. Some were darker and more cruel than others, but often he found that the person wielding the magic was the one who could ultimately decide the true light or darkness of it. Even dark magic could be used for good, after all. However...

The woman he found himself standing before now was not such a person. The feeling of her magic, the very energy running through her body...it was tainted. Cursed. It was as if darkness itself dwelt within her.

“...What a pitiable existence.”

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cursedmaster replied to your post:cursedmaster replied to your post:The Fate...

Saber, Saber Lily, Sakura Saber, Saber Alter, Saber of Red, Saber of Black, Saber in Grand Order, Saber in prototype (male version) I can’t hold all these sabers!

CRIES THERE ARE SO MANY -- so many choices, and it's hard to choose.

#cursedmaster #{ ; i will learn someday! }

cursedmaster replied to your post:The Fate series

ahah so many sabers though, you’d have your pick.

yeah i know. from what i can remember, there are at least three of them? or more. i don't know. i'm so ignorant about the fate series --

#cursedmaster #{ ; CHOICES }

The Fate series

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you a character I’d roleplay from that fandom.

ack i have so many friends that love the fate series, yet i only know very little of the series because of the characters they roleplay.;;; like, my favorite servant would have to be lancer (cu chulainn) because of a roleplaying experience a long time ago, and i dunno. i just think he's amazing (and he's blue like how could i not --). but, as far as a possible muse, i think i’d play saber, solely because i’ve seen a lot of her from my friend, and i think/hope i’d be able to pull her off.

#cursedmaster #{ ; messages }#{ ; although i highly doubt i would be able to top citta's saber because holy cow they are amazing }

Breaking Routine

Routine is one of the greatest downfalls of all mankind, a simple ignorance that there will be a variety of things that are normal and therefore unquestioned. It was the dull minds of the masses that fell into such a practice. And Ultron had become routine to the people, those senseless minds that saw him as nothing more than a guide in the city, a helping hand to those lost, as his guise dictated. However, that did not mean they kept track of his movements about the city, most assuming he simply returned to whatever base he was released from for maintenance. The ignorance of organics was Ultron’s greatest tool.

In truth, the synthetic had made a habit of taking the evening hours to inspect the residential areas for storage buildings, taking what he needed with the aid of a few drones to help him. What he took was not worthy of note, more often than note; he had no need for food, or medicines, but metal, steel, iron, anything that he could use in future endeavors. And no one thought twice about it. Or so would be the norm.

This night was different, the drones patrolling the area around a particular warehouse that had garnered enough of the AI’s attention to be noteworthy. Shipments of various materials circulated through this particular building on a regular basis, but due to his weakened sensors, he would have to inspect them each on his own. However, before he could even properly begin, an alert from one of his workers sounded off, of a lone figure approaching the building. Optics turned to the entryway as he gave a signal to his lessers to stand down. It wasn’t every day that these pitiful creatures bothered to break the norm. He was interested in seeing what compelled this one to follow...