Deus Intus

ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴇxʜᴀʟᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ sɪʟ

[briennesjaime]

With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.

sleeping at last, saturn

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Lbh there needs to be good halloween images of jehanne 🤔

[sinnnieren]

Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun

[ghostsofpositivity-blog]

roleplaying shouldn’t be a burden.

if you don’t feel like writing today, then don’t write! you shouldn’t have to stress yourself out for something that’s supposed to make you feel good.

if you don’t feel like answering asks today, then don’t! you shouldn’t have to feel obligated to answering those immediately.

roleplaying is not a nine to five job, it’s something for fun. don’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to do.

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empathcrowned‌:

 he’s  a  myth  that’d  never  been  ‘true’;  a  story  that’d  serve  of  hubris  —-  inaction.  time  altered  the  motif,  but  it’d  invariably  be  the  same  for  him.  he’s  only  thinking  about  these  things  because  of  ruler.  what  they  could  provide  to  keep  her  playing  this  game  with  them  although  he  doubted  she’d  given  up  so  abruptly.  there’s  curiosity  in  her  eyes.  it  won’t  disappear  till  it’s  been  complied  with.  every  saint  must’ve  had  those  eyes  even  her  other  self.  different  purposes  but  no  less  conviction.  dangerous.  

 ❛  I’m  pretty  good  at  the  game  then.  ❜  telling  lies  came  simply  to  him  but  so  did  telling  the  truth.  they’d  always  been  good  at  weighing  the  two.  whether  swaying  the  courts  or  noble’s  hearts.  they’d  succeeded  but  that  wasn’t  what  did  them  in.  he  allows  her  time  to  make  her  lies;  merciful  considering  the  odds.  expecting  nothing  less  from  someone  raised  honestly.  her  purity  wasn’t  in  dispute.  

 letting  her  speak,  he  heeded  to  every  word.  picking  them  apart  to  discover  what’d  been  hidden.  recalling  what  they’d  learned  browsing  these  halls.  this  retreat  of  knowledge  &&  life.  ❛  people  play  safe  when  they’re  trying  new  things.  ❜  follow  the  leader,  so  to  speak.  he’d  bet  she’d  followed  along  with  him  or  changed  things  very  little.  offering  one  lie  instead  of  nothing  but  truths.  something  in  his  gut  tells  him  it’s  so.  they’ll  still  be  giving  their  best  guess  because  picking  out  which  was  which  wasn’t  simple.  assuming  the  pattern  would’ve  been  a  small  part,  not  adequate  to  ‘win’.  he’ll  bet  it  on  instinct.  no  better  than  stumbling  around  aimlessly.  

 ❛  two  truths,  one  lie.  ❜  he  started,  at  last,  nodding  to  himself  about  that  decision.  ❛  I  could  see  that  being  your  name.  beautiful  as  it  is.  let’s  call  that  one  truth.  next  are  tricker  though…  ❜  it’d  be  him  throwing  out  his  guesses;  the  odds  even.  ❛  can’t  say  for  sure  about  your  eyes  but  I’ll  call  it  a  lie.  the  last  one  must  be  true.  ❜

               Jehanne had picked up on his capacity at reading individuals; to Lancer, she had possibly been no different. Despite her status and title, Ruler had been an ordinary person -- -- on that disagreed with telling farces that would hinder -- harm someone. Not once had Jehanne been that type of person -- choosing humility. A good soul, yearning to do modest work in this world, in this new life. She takes a moment of silence, to comprehend his ability at studying, a learning, and reading through mannerisms, patterns, and the like. 

               His reward is a smile, for she cannot be more obvious than this. Thanes had been correct in his judgement. The Saint to offer a hand in explanation. “While you are correct Lancer, I had provided a solace of truth in my fib; for my Godmother had existed -- a wonderful woman, though there had always been the suspicion of heresy. None of this, of course, had been true.”  

               “You certainly possess quite the aptitude at this, Lancer.” She agrees with him, wholeheartedly. Jehanne is impressed, despite the reckless act of lying; but there are reasons people lie --- even if it meant to save lives ------ reasons people could explain. It is not her job, nor place, to judge this man where he stood. No, Jehanne simply wished to know about the man that the Grail provided so little insight about. She is defeated, but now they stand at a draw -- leaving Ruler to lure her hand forward. “I believe it is your turn, now, Thanes.” 

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barrymadnow‌:

     “How flattering. If you were not a Saint, I would have assumed there to be another motive behind your speech.” He remarked offhandedly. Although, it wasn’t as though he were purposefully trying to be abrasive. The remark was one of the first things that had come to mind when one dares to compliment him. Nevertheless, he preens all the same, much like that of a peacock, feathers out and fluttering. “Perhaps you will — provided someone doesn’t attempt to steal my patients by overstepping her bounds.”

    “Speaking of which, its understandable that we are servants, in which our bodies are far more sturdy than to be expected, but how are you feeling — physically, emotionally, mentally — when had been the last you’ve obtain a routine check?”  

                       @urnaithi // original

               Simply, Jehanne offers a smile to his offhanded comment -- for she had always known her pure intentions -- -- -- compliments. Ruler observes Berserker quietly in wonder; at a medical marvel that had been banished from history until the more modern eras; perhaps it is more understandable as to why, he is his class. The Saint listens, offering a subtle laughter to his rebuttal -- but it had not been malicious, but genuine. Jehanne turns inward, towards herself -- examining the gentle hands that had held many weapons. 

               It takes her a moment -- a moment of thought. “I am fine, Doctor.” She correctly states, but that simper does not seem to cease from her visage. “Though I am most curious --- if you’d be interested in picking at the mind of a controversial woman warrior throughout the ages.” For there had been many founded documents about the renown Jehanne d’Arc with outrageous accusations of various illnesses. 

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bunnysmultimuse‌:

@urnaithi

Berserker Jalter was busy at work in her room as she penciled out some concept art for a new character. She started out with a rough design but quickly found herself with multiple papers scattered across her desk with little notes written on them. Some were simply brainstorming colours for their attire and hair while others had notes on their personalities. A few were obviously based on other servants that she knew as she used them as a baseline for a few characters.

When she heard the door open she looked up from her desk only to furrow her brow in anger. “H-Hey! I didn’t say you could come in! Get out!” Despite her words she found it difficult to maintain her angry look as she was more embarrassed than anything. As she turned she bumped one of her sketches off the table without even realizing it as she focused on the ‘intruder’ into her room. 

The Berserker clearly had a lock on her door but it was left unused even though she was constantly interrupted by other servants and their master. On some level she kind of liked them coming by to check up on her but she was too proud to admit it to some of them, especially the saint before her now. 

The paper on the ground had a few note written on it and among them were: 

blonde 

annoyingly nice 

the kind of character you hate to like

stupid saint

seriously, why is she so nice? doesn’t she ever get tired of it?

punchable

very punchable

overbearing

The notes trailed off until the corner of the page there was a small, neatly written one

kind to those that don’t deserve it

               Curiosity had been one of the punch-able Saint’s vices. She, obviously, abused her authority by coming into the Berserker’s room -- -- -- without knocking. However, Jehanne did not expect to see such a sight. Her counterpart had been fiddling once more with comics; a desire to draft something of interested, and the Alter had certainly caught the other’s attention -- -- in a -- -- -- -- not so good way? 

               A smile erects onto Jehanne’s lips, violet eyes surveying the parchment that had been cascaded onto the floor. It’s a mess, in this room really, but the Ruler pays no mind to this -- she’s more curious as to what her Alter had been up to. She is careful not to trot onto the paper and ruin their information, but Jehanne does not heed the Berserker’s warning -- -- because her interest had been taken like a mouse to a trap. 

               What is Jeanne writing? Stupid Saint -- -- 

               There is a chuckle that escapes the Martyr’s lips, snatching a piece of paper from its resting place. Still she smiles, these words are insults, yet in a way, they can be taken as compliments --- --- Berserker had the tenacity of such speech. Jehanne turns the paper away, and dead eyes the culprit in question. 

               “By chance, are you one of those people that -- don’t deserve it?” She offers a smile, looking toward Jeanne with amusement. “You were silent, so I thought to check on you; I should have guessed that you were busy working, Berserker.” 

[sirxusblack]

Sylvia Plath // The Unabridged Journals

[serotnin]

big heart energy

[vvellington-deactivated20221124]

* : like or reblog if you're a roleplayer 20 yrs or older.

[quotemadness]

I don’t forgive people because I’m weak, I forgive them because I am strong enough to know people make mistakes.

Marilyn Monroe (via quotemadness)

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“ i am bound to this war . “

               Anon do they stand at opposition; the sanctity and taint of this Grail War – bound to their causes of hate and purity. Jehanne had, while before Takehiko, has always come to meet the other on her own terms – – for there is no judgement that lies within her conscience. “We, both, are subjugated to this War; but are still in own our possession of free will, Avenger.” 

               “What is it that impels you? What force spurns you on?” Her answer, to Jehanne, would be obvious; for would it not be vengeance? That is, after all, what she is as an allegory. But Ruler would push further deeper – – towards the volition that empowers Takehiko. Jehanne, ever defiant against the willpower that fuels her opponent’s hatred. She is ever determined to get Avenger to face herself; perhaps, even the possibility of believing in her own essence – while Jehanne places her own faith there. Let Takehiko prove herself, her worth. “Show that you’ve the strength to break the yoke that binds you.” 

               @homra-no-artemis – song of achilles – not accepting 

[booksqouted]

Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.

Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via booksqouted)

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“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

               The King of Heroes speaks to this Martyr; she is, however, aware of his arrogance – and a presence that is overwhelming, with no bounds. Gilgamesh’s title is well earned, respected. However, Jehanne is not the type to take kind of accusations that are relative to herself. Her eyes become hooded, optics that are cautious in thought – humble in their study of the earthen floor. 

               She remembers – fondly, painfully – of individuals that bore a similar state of mind – not that Gilgamesh did. It had been the statement that brought up the memory – the – – recollection. Jehanne had never wanted anyone to prove themselves to her – only for their country and freedom, so that they may be relinquished from England’s hold. There had been one, maybe a few, but he still strikes out to her. A man that held onto his weapon with the volition to wield it for her sake – as he saw Jehanne as his beloved France’s personification. Dwarf, not once had he left her side, and had been cut down while so she had a chance of escape – – it failed. 

               There is naught beyond such moments for those who will not give themselves whole to their cause.

               “You have nothing to prove to me.” is the Saint’s bold declaration. “I acknowledge your title and feats, that  tells me as much.” But her eyes dare to look upon the crimson vibrancy that looks down upon her. “You have only prove to yourself. You are here because you willed it, Gilgamesh. That alone has brought you here.” 

               @goldcncrowned -- song of achilles -- not accepting 

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“ there is no one like you . “

               There is a compelling lapse – Jehanne unsure whether to receive Avenger’s statement as a commendation or libel. Quietly, Ruler gauges through their language of form; seeking to wonder, what exactly had Takehiko had meant with those words. Insult, or not, they rang true to a degree, but Jehanne had never been the type to accept these thoughts out of pride or arrogance – as it was her will to cherish humility. The silence between them, is notable – for Ruler had always something to speak upon; as the two had always been on the opposite spectrum — yin&yang. 

               A simper is erected on Jehanne’s lips, she’s modestly take the statement; for in this world, she truly believes in the uniqueness of every individual – – – – is Avenger truly any different from this thought? Despite her discouragement in life, Takehiko had her own ideals – dreams – desires—–ambitions. 

               “Do you not bear the diversity – too?” Ruler offers in rebuttal; letting Takehiko take it upon herself to acknowledge the differences. “We, in our possession, hold individuality — but I humbly believe despite our medley, we are connected.” It is in their own consciousness, where that lies; yet there had been more to understand. She pauses again, and still, with a smile. 

               “There is no one like you, either, Takehiko.” 

               @homra-no-artemis -- the song of achilles -- not accepting