IN THOSE DISTANT DAYS

𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮

[ursang]

okay, so like i really want to get back into rping but all my drafts are dead. if u want to start something feel free to like this post, drop something in my inbox, or direct me to your own starter if you have one, or smth?? 

[ursang]

Peeks his head into their shared then quickly disappears again when noticed

puts up a sign that says “no losers allowed inside”

stay gone

[ursang]

okay, so like i really want to get back into rping but all my drafts are dead. if u want to start something feel free to like this post, drop something in my inbox, or direct me to your own starter if you have one, or smth?? 

[ursang]

can someone find my icons i’ve lost them

[ursang]

rouaned​:

Ah— The surprise is obvious on Arthur’s face when the door is suddenly out of his grip and yoinked open, leaving the King gaping slightly at the other Servant. Quick to gather his composure, he clears his throat and stares. “My apologies–” Arthur trails off.. staring at the other Servant rather.. obvious. “I am the new Saber, yes– pleased to make your acquaintances.” Again, he trails off, confused by what Archer is saying.

“Pardon? A guest?” He sounds surprised, confused which reflects on his face. “I was summoned by the Master and provided with this room– I was under the assumption one was to have a room for his own but I am more than happy to share.”

The whole notion of having to share a room with another servant put Gilgamesh off more than anything else, but knowing it was a moot point denouncing the other servant he took a defeated step back, not once letting his dissatisfied frown go unnoticed. 

“I’m feeling generous so let us come to a compromise. At the behest of our shared master, I’ll allow you to share this room with me,” he stated as he sunk back down into his chair, throwing one last sharp glare at Saber. “I hope you won’t turn out to be as big a disappointment as the other servants our master has summoned thus far.”

[ursang]

rouaned said: 

:3

tbh the only account that matters

[ursang]

taps microphone

hello is someone still following this blog

[ursang]

   hey guys sorry for being inactive. i’ve been feeling a bit down in the dumps lately and it’s difficult to work up any motivation to write unfortunately. my muse is somewhat slowly but surely coming back to me so i’ll try to reply to everyone bit by bit. 

[ursang]

*   sooo do people still buy icons/theme commissions? i’m in a bit of a financial struggle and i’ve been thinking about doing commissions for a while now, but i have no idea if people would be interested... 

[ursang]

serirosea

❛❛                       are   you  perhaps   lost  ?     ❜❜

“Can a man not wander and take in his surroundings without seeming lost?”

[ursang]

*  can’t believe i was productive for once.since it’s getting late i’ll continue with the replies and starters tomorrow

[ursang]

goldenendless‌

❝   Did you know if enough evidence and people believe a certain truth,   then it will become fact?   ❞   Beatrice turns so her gaze faces the other.   ❝   The truth of the future will overwrite the truth of the past.   In many instances if something becomes popular then everyone will start to believe it.   Real truth doesn’t exist.   ❞   A pause.   ❝   Truth is a fragile thing.   ❞

An omnipotent clairvoyant, his senses being able to discern the details of the world and break down time to its smallest components. To see a cloaked truth was no different than seeing the sun on a clear day, yet he humored the belief she held, curious to learn of her position. “An interesting notion, if not slightly absurd. Reality is shaped by what humans can consider to be ‘true’ in their mind, do you mean to tell reality itself is just as fragile?”

[ursang]

@sangreigne​ liked for a short starter     /     starter call

“Have you come to keep me company?” The king raised a glass toward his unexpected guest in a welcoming gesture, noting how the wine he was drinking shared the same shade of deep red with her locks. 

[ursang]

rouaned‌

The smile refuses to fall from Arthur’s face, not one to be taken back by the brusque way of speech from the golden Archer. He has, experience, so to say. If it appears like Arthur is slowly disappearing behind the door then it is not wrong to assume that he is, indeed, closing the door in Archer’s face.

Before Gilgamesh could open his mouth again, a probable attempt to spout his contempt, he noticed the door coming to a close right in front of him, pushed by the knight himself. The gall of this one     In a moment of exasperation in which he let his usually restrained poise fall, he grabbed the door and violently forced it open again. Chagrined crimson glare met the other’s more amicable green eyes; the contrast was stark. 

“You’re the one summoned as Saber, aren’t you. While I am here you’re merely a guest in this room, and a guest is to act with manners.”

[ursang]

rouaned‌

“Welcome home, Master— ah, you’re not the master.”

“Oh? Is that a way to greet a king?” His tone shared the same lack of enthusiasm while observing the servant in silver armament. Arms crossed and with a piercing gaze his expression couldn’t be interpreted as anything but strong disapproval.

[arabwife]

mood

[ursang]

@somnim​ liked for a short starter     /     starter call

An expression of revelation crossed the king’s features ; for he did not need the aid of clairvoyance to recognize the woman before him, her recent arrival apparent by the soft glow below her feet. “Of all the servants to be summoned to fight alongside me, I never could have expected you would be one of them.”