#thecutestarcher

[magnificentgoldenking-a-blog]

Okay. I’m back. It was a short break. But it was so very needed. I’ve done something thinking, calmed down about stuff and I’m back and ready to keep having fun.

In light of that, I also wanna use this post for the preliminary to a more permanent post thing later.

Basically, like this post if you’d be interested in skipping all the awkward “get to know you” stages with Gilgamesh and jump into being friends. 

[ridehiswhip-moved]

@thecutestarcher

"The last time was..." Embarrassing? Discouraging? A savage mistake? It was hard to tell. A part of him wished to say it was done on the brink of a moment and another wanted to confess that it felt right and just. Sadly for him he could not make out which exactly was genuine but he wanted to apologize for it nonetheless. Kissing a woman out of the blue was not the best way to hand out a greeting. "Ah, I am sorry. It was... It was awful of me, Archer."

[arihiime-moved]

Scar kissing for Shirou

kiss | accepting!

     Huh? Ali blinked when she felt lips make contact with her wrist, and she frowned when she realized her sleeve had been lowered. She must have forgotten to keep them rolled down, then- now Shirou could see what had been done to her all those years ago. And with her luck, ten bucks said he, like some others she knew, would mistake it as self-harming, which it was not. Still... Why did he kiss the markings?

     “E-Emiya-san? Is something the matter? Why did you...?” No harm in asking, right?

[prodigyoftohsaka]

thecutestarcher?

@thecutestarcher

Okay fair warning this one is probably gonna be a hella long one so under the thing it goes

Now where do i start with this bozo

Well as you all know their rping is literally phenomenal. I met them through twitter rp when i was still a smol who had no idea of what she was doing when it came to putting words together and making a decent rp out of it. They took me under their wing and taught me how to be fairly good at my characters and also put me on the path to becoming the ship trash i am today. Seriously, i could probably go on all day about them. They’ve taken characters i literally hated and turned my feelings towards them on its head, characters i didn’t even hardly know a thing about they’ve blossomed into such a wonderfulmuse that to this day i get jealous of just how much they’ve embodied her. Truly, a master at their craft, i was so happy i got to learn from them and grow as a writer.

Now the mun is an entirely different matter. Stubborn and persistent and headstrong and a right pain in the ass, but he’s also someone that i have the distinct honor and pleasure of calling my best friend. Really, two years have flown by and frankly they’ve probably been two of the best years of my life. Seriously, my life could be considered akin to a roller coaster, but even with all the downs i’ve had it could never reach the high that came after we became friends. They’re a genuinely kind and warm-hearted soul, all wrapped up in a tsundere exterior that could rival miss urusai here and then some. But they’re loyal and protective of those they hold dear, and they’d do anything in their power for someone they love. I’ve seen that first hand, especially on my worst nights. There are times i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t have made it without them there to help me pick up the pieces of my broken self and put them back together. 

Now lemme wrap this up before i go too overboard; regardless of what they say or think they are a genuine sweetheart and a truly gifted writer, and i’ll be damned if one day i’ll make them believe that <<

[noircisaint]

♡ - romantic headcanon and ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Headcanon meme~                        

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

[ Jeanne isn’t someone who pursues romance. At all. You would her more so a favor to keep distance then to try and get closer. But can you blame her? As a being created from hate and grudges love is but the first thing in mind, yet…

Deep and buried with in her heart there is the slightest longing for affection of some sorts? Perhaps it may be a long and bodeful way, but those who get through will find something worth the effort. ]

[ She has no hobbies. Or at least she wouldn’t admit them. On quiet days she can be found staring into the sky. Perhaps daydreaming? Or maybe the passing clouds over. Avenger’s favorite types of clouds are Cirrocumulus. Something with in the ripples and the sun/moon shining through Altostratusare just mesmerizing to her. ]