#sarrum

[fatecrest-blog]

i demand to top as my gift for this holiday

                           …. i’m sorry, i do not speak bottom.  // @sarrum

[valiantlionheart]

He heard Richard wanted a weapon or two thrown at him as well, so here the gracious King of Heroes is- contributing a spear to the cause. Rejoice.

                          Someone were feeling gracious in their mood. If one did not catch the interest of the King of Heroes, there would be no play or rouse from other. Perhaps it were due to another making their entrance, that the Fake Archer’s attention had been diverted to become active. Well, this were one way to bring about some entertainment for the bored feline King of Heroes.  

He would rejoice, standing still, while the shadows beneath him ushered in hush whispers, projectile submerging from beneath - connecting with the incoming spear to redirect it’s course and landing besides him. 

︱♚︱ ►►  ″  Are we not being quite the gracious host this evening, Fake Archer.    ″

[savepnt]

sarrum replied to your post:…… …….

that unsightly expression may stick if you are not careful

“... It’s really weird to hear that kind of parental sentence to come out of your mouth.” It’s shocked them into dropping the grimace! For now.

[niledrowned-a]

4th wall who? ;)

                     let me speak to your muse ( accepting ) // @sarrum .

thank you for coming home with 60 SQ but also heck you for all the mats that you need. you are an expensive golden barbie doll !!! but I do love you. also I am sorry I didn’t get your clayfriend yet.

[flowermagus-blog]

sarrum replied to your post: I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE KING~

its me!

It’s unfortunate that you’re small, Grand Caster, but I’m glad that you’re able to admit it. You shouldn’t let things like that get you down!

[flowermagus-blog]

if three grand casters were in the throne of heroes and they threw rocks on each other would that be fucked up or what

no, it would be canon

[tiodolma]

Merlin Characters As Animated Villain Songs! Part 6

Cornelius Sigan/Cedric - Pretty Bird (Nigel, Rio)

I was striking suave, ambitious Feet to beak, so birdi-licious Now I'm vile, I am villain, and vicious, oh and malicious

I had it all, Camelot gold - women too! I was tall, over six foot two! Then they got a pretty parakeet to fill my shoes, That's why I am so evil, Why I do what I do.

[He was a superstar...!] So young and vital [He’s nasty...!] An immortal warlock idol! [He's a suspicious bird...!] Who said that about me? [A very vicious bird...!] I'll have you rotisseried!

Sarrum - Oogie Boogie's song (Oogie Boogie, The Nightmare Before Christmas)

You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my eyes You're jokin' me, you gotta be This can't be the right one She's crazy, she's filthy I don't know which is worse I might just split a seam now If I don't die laughing first

You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my ears Would someone shut this lady up I'm drownin' in my tears It's funny, I'm laughing You really are too much And now, with your permission I'm going to do my stuff

Oh, lady, you're something You put me in a spin You aren't comprehending The position that you're in It's hopeless, you're finished You haven't got a prayer Cause I'm Sarrum of Amata And you ain't going nowhere

The Disir - Playing with the Big Boys Now (Hotep & Huy, Prince of Egypt)

So you think you've got friends in high places With the power to put us on the run? Well, forgive us these smiles on our faces You'll know what power is when we are done

Son, You're playing with the big girls now Playing with the big girls now

By the might of the Triple Goddess You will kneel before us Kneel to our splendorous power

You put up a front You put up a fight And just to show we feel no spite You can be our Acolyte But first, boy, it's time to bow Or it's your own grave you'll dig boy.

You're playing with the big girls now Playing with the big girls Playing with the big girls Playing with the big girls Playing with the big girls now

[vasavajit]

@sarrum​ // of dogs and men

He does not flinch as the conjured blade passes by his ear, tracking its progress by sound until it buries itself in the wall behind him. That, at least, tells Indrajit how real the weapon is and its possible heft. More valuable than that is confirmation of the man before him. A quick draw with a razor temper, but disinclined to actually put hands on a blade in order to fight.

Going by class alone, this so-called ‘King of Heroes’ has the advantage. And if the brief glimpse of that golden portal is what Indrajit suspects it might be, then it’s possible a fight between the two of them would spell disaster for the surrounding area.

Not that he minds. There is cover enough to dissuade the other’s projectiles for a time. And if this man were foolhardy enough to discount the infrastructure of their surroundings then it would serve him right to be crushed under rubble.

“A dog has a sense of loyalty,” Indrajit counters lowly, resting a hand on the pommel of his sword. “Unlike a babe raised on nectar and taught only to cry for so its demands might be fulfilled. Misplaced divinity might be in your veins but the rest of you was born of mud. You are no King.”