misfortune.

A certain scripture mentions that humans are superior to angels. Why? Because there are people who know of evil, but do not become evil. It's different from angels, who know only of good since birth. Humans have evil, but can live as good, so they are superior to angels, who know only good.

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[traversia-blog]

Seems like the islanders will eventually destroy themselves before anything else--

“... Taking sides. Wars. It seems that anywhere is the same, hm? Unfortunate.”

[truegoldenking]

The Church without Saints

[traversia-blog]

shutur-eli-sharri‌:

@traversia

The church was like a graveyard itself. Inside, the oppressive atmosphere of loneliness, the stone still fragrant with incense after perhaps centuries of rituals.

Beneath the unblinking eyes of the statues and the cold, sacred darkness of the atrium, he could see the dusty altar. The unsettling tingle of reminiscence spread across his back. How many times had he sat on those benches, mocking the sanctuary of a god?

Gilgamesh stopped, close to the altar, standing on the floor sprinkled with colors of the falling light across the circular window above. The stained glass depicted the two-faced gods of the native culture.

Clad in the dark civilian clothes he had used during those ten years in the human world, he would be a recognizable figure as the proud king of sinners. 

“I did not expect to see you here.”

Of all people. The King of Heroes himself amidst an abandoned place of worship.

If anything, Kirei himself had come to pay his respects to the structure. Really, it was a shame to see this place in such a state. But to find someone familiar in such a place was almost strange. He took his time but eventually joined the Servant at the altar, looking up at the glass first before taking a glance back at the other.

“Gilgamesh. What is it? Have you found something amusing?”

[traversia-blog]

sanctummilitis‌:

His casual and hollow tone could ease have the hairs on the back of her neck stand. The priest was nothing but bad news from experience and she’d not yet considered the dreaded possibility he be present. She maintained her composure, without yet reason to consider him threat in the current landscape. yet. Though not to say her gaze upon him was anything less than icy and sharp.

“Sadly the feeling is not mutual. However I doubt it should cost you any sleep.

Indeed, many a Servant are summoned to this island, the reasoning unclear. However we shall make do”. She presumed his reference to Master was directed toward that of either Shirou or Rin, and it would be not a lie to respond as though that were presently the case. Her dedication to they both would remain firm as it had been during each pact. To allow Kotomine Kirei’s hunt, she would never allow. “You would be correct, though they would be not alone Masters in this realm”.

You won’t strike fear into a hollow man with that gaze, Saber. Even at a disadvantage, the man would not falter his gaze. “Summoned here... With no war. Then your very existence in this realm is pointless, is it not? And in turn... No Master will be by your side.” Of course, he did not know the truth of his own words. Was there a possibility to regain his lost command seals? 

It might be worth looking into.. If there were other servants here, those would come in handy if the situation called for it. 

Bringing the hand that normally bore the seals up, his sleeve slipped just enough to show off the fact that he did not wield them now. On purpose? Well.. He was really no threat now, right? “What is it you all do then? Wait endlessly for a war that will never come? Does this place hold some reward worthy of Servants?” There were a few other questions but the holy man had his doubts that Saber would continue to humor him.

[traversia-blog]

Spirale GO

The app lit up on his cellphone and he stared down at the words... He thought back on the words shared with him through voicemail not so long ago. One tap and the clone that lived so carefree would be sealed away... Kirei would go about his own days. 

He tapped the screen to his chin before just.. Sliding the phone into this pocket.

“Hm..”

And there he was... A beaten, bloody mess at the holy man’s feet. An exact copy of Kirei Kotomine. A double? Clone.. However, you’d like to see it. The voice said to subdue them. If they wouldn’t cooperate, then make them. Was that it? Keep them alive to stay alive. But that didn’t sit right with him. This man at his feet. He felt joy. He was content. Dare he say.. Happy? Kirei saw a glimpse of what this man lived and felt... 

Nothing. 

Yet, he wondered. How? How was he satisfied with this alone? Did he truly find the joy that Kirei had been seeking. Did he feel pleasure in living a simple life? Then why couldn’t he feel the same? Having a family. A daughter. Investing in a relationship with a brother. But this... Well, in some way, it could be interesting. Preserving happiness? It wasn’t something you could advertise to someone so empty. A tap and he could continue living in bliss..? No. With both hands, Kirei dragged his double up and pushed him back against the closest wall. An alley is where he’d cornered the other. There was a strange feeling in bringing this man pain. Seeing the look in his eyes as he was shoved back forcefully and even the feeling of his hands weakly gripping at his wrists. 

This man he held up wanted to live. 

Slowly.. He released his hold on his double’s shirt. Giving him one final bit of hope before his hands moved around his neck instead. It could have been over quicker. At full strength he had other options to taking this one’s life-- Oh? Was that what he was going to do then? Slowly.. He squeezed harder. Watching every reaction. 

Was this it? Joy? If not.. Why was he smiling? A wide grin was apparent on his expression as he stared into his own eyes. How ridiculous... Soon, the fighting would stop. The grip on his arms would loosen. The fight in his eyes would fade away. It was... 

Almost satisfying.

[traversia-blog]

subversion au

Let’s get it--  For starters, Kirei’s lifestyle has become a little different. A little? A lot.

No longer is he the overseer of any war. Rather, a mapo tofu shop owner. It’s a small shop close to his housing.

Adopted family, Kotoshirou Kotomine. Do Not Exorcise In The House While Love Actually Is On. 

His wife passed away years before but his daughter is still in his life. His father has passed too. 

Spends his evenings sipping wine and watching corny romance movies the void will never be filled on DVD specifically

He hasn’t upgraded to bluray yet because it’s cheaper to buy DVDs at Walmart

Kirei is still a man of faith and assists with the church when needed. 

To sum it up, he is not seeking joy.. Rather, he’s enjoying the simple things

[memeroundups]

Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!

(though off anon is fine too!)

“Is there someone you hold dear?”

“Don’t you feel any guilt?”

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

“There must be something you fear.”

“Do you have a home?”

“Is there someone you like?”

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“Who do you despise?” 

“How do you sleep at night?”

“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”

“What do you think of kindness?”

“What do you think of hatred?”

“Why do you fight?”

“Why do you live?”

“How much blood have you spilled?”

“How much death have you seen?”

“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”

“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”

“Can’t you tell they love you?”

“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”

“Can’t you see that they hate you?”

“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”

“You’re not tainted.”

“You’re not alone.”

“You’re awful.”

“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”

“You’re an emotionless robot.”

“You’re just a lap dog.”

“It’s not over.”

“He/she needs you.”

“Stop lying.”

“Stop fighting.”

“Stop pushing others away.”

“You’re cruel.”

“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”

“You depend on him/her too often.”

“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”

“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”

“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”

“He/she is bringing you down.”

“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”

“You need to listen.”

“You need to speak up more often.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”

“You’re too proud.”

“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”

“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”

“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”

“You can’t cheat death.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”

“That person is only holding you back.”

“They’re too good for you.”

“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”

“It will get better.”

“You look lonely.”

“You look bitter.”

“You look tired.”

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You will always be worthless.”

“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”

“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”

“You’ll rise above them all.” 

“You’ll find your place in this world.”

“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”

[buckykingofmemes]

please stop framing me for murder. just because i have killed 1,846 people doesnt mean i killed that specific one

[traversia-blog]

ribcagebullets‌:

A familiar fear dug into the back of his mind; something that’d haunted him during the Grail War. Something about the priest still shook him to his core; in light of everything, he’d never managed to snuff out the feeling.

He tightened his grip on his contender; it’s weight in his hands sending a chill down his arm. Kotomine didn’t seem to harbor much interest in him, now, That was a touch of relief, but he wouldn’t let his guard down. The man was unreadable, even now.

“… I should kill you.” He mutters, mostly to himself. “Make sure you stay dead, this time.”

And yet, he didn’t move. He held his position; a machine uninstructed. Shoulders tensed and feet planted, gunmetal eyes locked onto their target. He wouldn’t falter, this time. 

Fear? Was that what this was?

No. It was something else. Intrigue. Some form of desire that came with wanting to know this man. Kiritsugu Emiya... To know him personally? Or to understand him. To have some grasp as to what the other man desired from the grail.. Well. That desire-- The curiosity that came with a strange desire to tear into this man’s existence. To taste it...

That lust had disappeared years ago.

So why now? Why was it stirring up again so suddenly... Perhaps it was seeing some life spark up again.

"What was that?”

“You’ll have to speak up.”

[traversia-blog]

Guess who’s birthday it is--

Yeah. Great.

[hitandrunduorp-a]

Send 💋 to catch my muse under the mistletoe!

Do they take the initiative? Or will they be flustered and shy? Maybe they won’t care at all, or they’ll try and run away?

[traversia-blog]

“Watch your step..” 

Too late. How unfortunate. Ah. But...

For who? 

Shoulders bumped.. More than just a graze but enough to stop the both of them in their tracks for just a moment. The holy man offered the other a look before he nodded just a bit. “As I said...” Watch your step. The island was bustling as it was. 

“You must have somewhere you’d like to be.”

@ingoldentent

[traversia-blog]

As the days grew colder it almost seemed as though his walks grew longer. One could wonder if the man could even feel the cold at times. Well. He was still human, after all. Warm breathes still formed water vapor imitating smoke as he strolled while his gloved hands were buried in his pockets. 

Through the park-- On his way to his appointed housing.. Like many others as time passed. As night fell, there were less and less people in the park. Lights turned on to guide the way on the main paths and it was then that he stopped, glancing at another who seemed to be trudging through the light blanket of snow as well. 

“After the summer that passed... To think that it would snow in such a paradise.” 

“Aren’t you cold?” 

@lockthart​

[traversia-blog]

staplerer‌:

  Cold was the chill that hung in the air. A figurative and literal crossroads sat in front of Senjougahara, and beside her was a stern man in priest’s robes. Robes that weren’t dissimilar to the ones worn by the man that laid hands on her all those years ago.

  But she had grown, and seeing a cross and bible didn’t paralyze her with fear anymore. Instead, a looming bitterness and an urge to speak occupied her mind, and her knuckles went white clutching too hard on to the shopping bag in her hand.

  The crosswalk light went green, but Hitagi only took it as a sign to speak.

  “Do the men of God truly believe that if they say they’re acting in His name they can do anything?” She didn’t turn to look at him, but she didn’t see him move from her side. “Colonize people, steal money, destroy people and families. Is that what God wants?”

  “Or is it merely an excuse to bleed the life out of everything they please with no repercussions?”

@traversia

The book he held was snapped shut as the lights went green.

An idle gaze had initially moved forward to walk with the young woman at his side once it was deemed safe before he’d decided to stand still at her side. Her voice was a weapon on it’s own... Ready to piece through and strike the weak point of an enemy before her. But he was at her side. This was a plot twist that wasn’t to be expected for such an attack.

And he just stood still.

“Greed. Lust.. A desire for power. Only foolish men use God’s word to accomplish such things.”

Yet he didn’t move as the light continued to flash to signify the safety of their crossing. As the light switched from a safe go to a precautionary signal, he made a notion that he would continue before it was too late.

“Shall we?”

[shittyrpmemes]

* ∘ ∙ — soft sentence starters (pt.3)

tw for self hatred & toxic relationships  /  change pronouns as necessary

“i don’t think i’m ever going to get better”

“you’re different & i like that”

“girls are cruelest to themselves”

“you’ll heal. you’ll be okay. you’ll let go.”

“what do i want? to forget”

“trouble will find me”

“surviving is an art that is painted across your body”

“wish you were here”

“pain turns a woman into a warrior”

“what are you hiding?”

“i was dying to hear someone say that i didn’t need to try so hard to be perfect, that i was enough & it was okay”

“i’m the only person i need”

“i can’t just cut people away like that”

“your smile looks like it could make flowers grow”

“you’re so obsessed to find someone to love you because you can’t love yourself”

“i do this thing where i distance myself from people because they seem so much happier without me and i don’t want to ruin that“

“if someone thinks they have the upper hand, break it”

“i did my best, but maybe that’s not enough”

“you think i’m somebody i’m not. someone wonderful. but i’m not”

“i am property of nobody”

“as long as the music is loud enough, we don’t hear the world falling apart”

“offered her the world. she said she had her own”

“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”

“i tried to make a home out of you”

“i wonder if i was ever really happy”

“we will find a way through the dark”

“they say that the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons”

“you were so kind & beautiful before they dragged you to hell”

“you were chosen for the damned”

[spiketheforsakensoul]

Let's Cut to the Chase. I wanna RP. Let's Do It:

[memovouloir]

spiketheforsakensoul‌:

Let’s cut to the chase. I wanna RP. You wanna RP. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy. Send in one or more of the following symbols to my ask:

☮ - If you’d like a starter.

☼ - If you’d like our characters to be friends.

✿ - If you want to try a romantic relationship with my character.

❅ - If you’d like our characters to be enemies or rivals.

♥ - If you just want to RP, and see where it goes.

[traversia-blog]

ribcagebullets‌:

@traversia - closed

Silence fell over him.

He supposed this was bound to happen eventually; given how his own death had been narrowly avoided. Nevertheless, he found himself narrowing his eyes, watching the familiar priest with a cold contempt. Just seeing the man made his blood run cold; prompting the magus to reach into his coat silently. He wouldn’t pull his gun unless he attacked first, but it was good to know he could reach it.

… Jeeze, could he ever catch a break?

“Kotomine.” His voice dripped with spite.

His walk had been interrupted by this.

Cold eyes going from staring straight ahead to the mess of a human being that had Kirei had once thought to be a certain Emiya Kiritsugu. He had only offered the other a glance before he was called out to. There was no initial interest.. Not after the sight he’d seen years before. The disappointment he’d faced upon seeing the other search desperately amidst the flames that surrounded him.

Now.. The only reason he’d stopped now was hearing the venom in the other’s voice. It stirred up some interest and he stood still now, hands folded behind his back as he now observed Kiritsugu.

“Hoh... What will you do now, Kiritsugu?”

Kirei couldn’t help but grin back at the man. It was good to see that there was some chance that Kiritsugu might have more to offer him now. The other man had a hand on something already.. Kirei was without a weapon but that wouldn’t mean he would be defenseless, of course. It would just be a matter of whether or not the other would draw his own..