#gudensfiende

[soulgathered-a]

         “how terrible, I cannot even imagine... the stress of having a husband who with his reckless behavior constantly starts troubles. or who sleeps with other people. I can absolutely not phantom such terror ! my condolence indeed.”

// @gudensfiende .

[getsuruito]

gudensfiende commented: he can just ASK her for candies, and semi will give them for free to him

tanba, mentally adding semi to the no steal list, but also--

-- suddenly appearing at the base of her throne with a crow shaped candy bucket in hand, "i forget the phrase they use for this but, c a n d y please????"

[getsuruito]

scars and routine 👀👀

all about health // @gudensfiende

scars:  how many scars does my muse have? where are they located on my muse’s body? how did they get them? what do they look like?

I: tanba has two main sets of scars on his body, one set being a series of gruesome looking scars around the front and back of his neck, along with bits on his collar bone. these scars are usually hidden in a rather convenient fashion by the armor tanba wears on his upper body, but they are there.

II: tanba received these particular scars from an encounter during his life, a run in with mochizuki chiyome where she all but literally tore out his throat. Tanba could've had the scars healed with the use of shinobi magecraft easily, and he was tempted to considering how terrible they look, but he decided to keep them around as permanent reminders of his ruin that day, specifically as reminders to get some payback should the chiyome he knows ever be summoned as a servant, too.

III: not listed in the questions to this ask but tanba doesn't like showing these scars to people. tanba doesn't actively hide the scars on purpose (if his neck armor didn't coincidentally hide the scars he wouldnt trying to cover them up with anything else), but when they are seen, the scars usually beg questions, questions that tanba hates answering-- telling people how he got his neck wrung by chiyome is hard to spin in a positive, tanba-ego-friendly way you know.

routine: does my muse have a consistent routine in their lives? do they find it difficult to stick to a routine?

I: tanba doesn't really have a consistent routine outside of the usual morning stuff like showering, brushing his teeth, and so on. apart from that? yeah you could say tanba has trouble sticking to a routine-- his days are more spontaneous than anything else. there's definitely patterns tanba follows, like for example, every day at some point he'll probably spy on people people watch for entertainment, or cause varying degrees of mischief for shits and giggles, or kill people (for any number of reasons), or pop in to speak with people he's fond of or finds interesting, but to say he has a routine with any of that? like "ok time for my daily scheduled MURDER", nope, stuff just happens as his day goes on. really ties into tanba's whole deal of being more of an improviser than a long-term planner.

[ardenssolis]

@gudensfiende​ said (inbox):

hand placed upon her heart, the other holding the fabrics of her skirt as the queen bows the slightest bit before the evershining king. eyes twinkle with mirth, a knowing smile upon semiramis her face. "o, king ozymandias, whatever have you been up to in the time i've been gone?" smile turns into something mischievous, "have you finally learned that one little word you had such a hard time remembering?" words followed by laughter, hand placed upon his forearm, "i'm kidding, ozymandias, i'm aware it's impossible. but truly, what have i missed these days."

     OH? WAS SEMIRAMIS HERE? Not that he had looked forward to her presence or anything, but things had been fairly doll without her around. Just a little, though. A teeny bit. ❝And where have you been, I wonder? You do not seem the type to go on long adventures, although...maybe you would surprise me.❞ Ozymandias smirked that usual haughty smirk as his arms crossed over his chest. ❝Ah, but if you must know, I have been keeping some kind of order around here. Not that you should be surprised considering I am the most brilliant ruler you have ever seen.❞ Now he was just teasing her further. Ozymandias could not help it, though. He had not seen Semiramis in quite some time and had missed their back and forth banter devoid of bite yet no less filled with wit.

     The mention of a certain 'little word' had him blinking for a moment, surprised that she still could recall something he deemed so insignificant. ❝I might have...although, you might need to remind me by saying that magic word yourself for my benefit.❞ He laughed, the sound perhaps abrupt as it cut between them and drowned out all other things until he had his fill of amusement. ❝Do not worry, Assyrian Queen. You have not missed much. This I can promise you. Aside from the usual chaos wrought from our lessers, it has been rather dull of late.❞

[soulgathered-a]

“... who are you again? I have a hard time believing I would forget such a handsome face!”

// @gudensfiende . 

[soulgathered-a]

... moving should probably be more exciting than this, at least if she believed any sort of movie. but she had no friends in this city and the weather seemed to have some personal vendetta against her. what had started as a sunny day ended in dark clouds and rain and with a sigh, sigyn stared at the cardboard boxes in her car. she might as well just grab the ones with the most necessary things and head to her apartment. 

opening the trunk she took two heavy boxes out and quickly tried to make her way over. trying to focus on her steps, a startled sound leaves her when she feels bumping against something - or rather, considering she can see a pair of legs, someone.

“sorry-- I didn’t mean to.” peeking around her boxes, sigyn hesitated for just a second ( who can fault her, the stranger is quite handsome ) “are you alright?”

// @gudensfiende .

[soulgathered-a]

“...” did she replace all of loki’s helmets with the cutest of nightcaps as a prank? yes, maybe. not that she would confess this easily to her crime, she will simply watch him for now.

// @gudensfiende .

[avallcnis]

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some ask meme

Merlin couldn’t really claim to be all that into games such as this, their vastness far too strange and complex for him to wrap his head around in a single session. Even here Merlin could proclaim no proficiency as he furiously attempted to keep the other alive, much despite his heard headed attempts t get himself killed no matter the cost. Merlin decided quite quickly that Loki was awful to play with, though he realises this should have likely been an obvious conclusion from the outset.

“If you wanted to play that role,” he says, watching as Loki’s Demon Hunter jumps into yet another wave of enemies despite the previous still hammering on him. “Then it would be nice if you stopped trying to kill yourself, else I will let you and then we will have to begin again.” Merlin, playing as a Druid, was currently having his limits pushed. Were this reality then he could have healed such a conflict in his sleep, but here? Where there were specific buttons to press in specific orders at the appropriate times? Not so much.

Pointed huff and eye twitched, glowering at the other man. “And stop standing in fire. You are doing that on purpose.”