#pxndava

[fatedorder-blog]

@pxndava Ahaha...yeah, the nitty gritty details of how, exactly, Vrushali became a Heroic Spirit are a work in progress. ^^; My thing is this: I'm not sure she's notable enough to qualify on her own? So that's why I wanted to go the Demi-Servant route. Maybe the phantom fusion Servant path would be a better one? In any case, thanks for the feedback! I appreciate it a lot the Nasuverse is so big and I'm just one girl--

[caritas-igne-blog]

 [ @pxndava ]: Something about twinks and lions, I lost track.

“....I believe I will stay out of this madness for now....” 

He has no idea what a ‘twink’ is buuuut he’s just gonna stay over here. 

[caritas-igne-blog]

@pxndava 

Karna watched the archer silently. While the man hadn’t given away his true name to any of the servants in Chaldea, Karna already knew this man’s name. Even if they hadn’t clashed in America, there was no way he could ever forget that man. 

His rival, his brother....Arjuna. 

Silently, the lancer walked over to the archer. 

“...Hello, Arjuna.” 

Titles were not necessary when the two of them knew each other’s identities....

[ibadouji]

still stinky.... stinky boi....

im telling on u BIT C H

[hcfalutin]

"Did I say you were hot? I mean a hot mess."

[hcfalutin]

There he goooooes, flying across and on to the couch while he flips him off with two hands. how talented! "You may be hot, but you're still an ass!"

Wow. The talent, the audacity of it, much wow. Both hands with gloves still on too. He tossed a wink in his direction, pouring another glass wine. “Oh, so you do think I’m hot. I’m flattered.” totally not ignoring the rest of that statement. 

[hcfalutin]

"NAH." Arjuna throws a kick at his legs. He's gonna rumble. He took hours on that letter!

He gonna rumble on that couch. goodbye, Gilgamesh catches his foot and just tosses him onto the sweet cushion of that chaise. Good luck fighting him. 

[hcfalutin]

Arjuna kicks down the door, "DID YOU JUST THROW MY LETTER IN THE FIRE?" was this loser listening in.

Stares him dead in the face, his stare blank but a smile pulling against his face as he tossed his good wine into the fire to make it burn brighter. “Clearly you have nothing better to do than write me letters and kick down my door. What are you gonna do punch me?”