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Emrys as a cat would be approximately the size of Daijin from Suzume no I will not take criticism

#what's a tourney without jokes; crack #the heart of a fallen star; emrys pendragon #please picture this tiny-ass fluffy little white cat #that *will* tear your hand up if you try to touch him

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"You're insane," Sunday hissed, the only response he could come up with at the thought of being called cute by anyone. Especially a man he had just accused and attempted to violently eject from the dream. It made him feel decidedly odd, made his heart begin to race almost painfully for some reason. Well, no. Not for some reason, unfortunately, he was well aware of the actual reason. And that was a weakness that he was not willing to allow himself. "Tch. You barely even know who I am besides what I have bothered to show you. What a conclusion to come to when I've driven a knife into you."

That was the part the Halovian couldn't understand, even as he watched the knight press his hand against his wound.

Had it been reality, the blood red and real instead of iridiscent blue water, the amount being lost would have been serious. But the pain, though certainly there, would not linger for long. After all, in a dream one could recover from anything.

All it would take would be some focus, and overcoming the pain. That was something Yvain would have to do on his own.

"Saying such a thing is dangerous, especially to someone such as me. What if I were to order you to a death that would destroy your soul in the dream? Or if I were to tell you to kill your king?" All hypotheticals, of course. Sunday was not so cruel nor reckless to do anything of the sort. To send someone after Death... No. Not satisfying enough. If Yvain was to die, he would die properly. Not linger as a husk. "Pull yourself together, if your will is strong enough it will work. And then... Well, if you're my prisoner I'll make use of you. With something simple, of course. A visit to the dream Reverie to clear out the hoards of pests there."

So long as the knight didn't dive too deep, it would be fine.

   "you're cute," he repeated, cutting through the fat and getting to the juice, bluntly stating his opinion to the man that stabbed him; the sheer confusion in sunday's mien would be clear that yvain's mad, but all the knight could think about is how perfect this dream is if he could feel how warm the other man is against him. it's either a miracle, his stubbornness, or part of the dream ( or all three ) that had yvain able to speak clearly. "me, i do; i don't want to lose you."

   and currently, like the obsessed man he is, it was his worst fear. confirmed further by sunday's statement, that his struggle is noticeable in the hiss he exhaled through clenched teeth as his back reached the couch at the push. it took all his effort to keep that jolt, like a random muscle spasm, from stirring his real self back in his room from waking in response.

   but he held on, determined, hand cupping around where the dagger stuck out. yvain glanced at his hand, in his line of work he'd expect a stream of red escaping but instead took note of the shimmering blue of the dreamwater leaking. even more so to hold back his lion from only responding for his master's pain.

   "what else would you have me do for you to believe me?" yvain asked, after a long pause to both gather his breath, as a cold would come crawling in, certain that there's a cold sweat breaking out on his face as he clung on further, his other hand having to hold his lion back and to settle the grand beast down. he swallowed, staring up at the other man from his crumpled form on the couch. "i'll do anything, just for you; i'm your prisoner here."

#toadmiretoweepover #as angels do serve; sunday #everyone is yelling for yvain to get help but he can't hear the warnings over the wedding bells in his head- #sunday is all red flags but here yvain is kfdjhjbm

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"Then, to do that we'll likely need a good place to plan, one that is unlikely to have unexpected interruptions. Hm..." Where that could be was the question. The library was, while not crowded, still fairly frequented by people and Heaven forbid if Lady Murasaki or Lady Shonagon caught wind of things. None of the break rooms would work either. Too often were they full of other Servants and even Chaldea staff. Completely impossible to do any sort of work in. Then... Ah. Rider blinked before chuckling.

Right, their rooms like Charles said. "We could work on it in my room, perhaps? I rarely ever have visitors of any sort, so it would be an excellent place to keep things secret as we work on them. And you wouldn't need to worry about hiding any evidence from your Paladins."

It was a sound suggestion, in Constantine's opinion.

And he'd think about the "classical meal" Charlemagne was going to prepare later. Once he had time to ready his stomach and tongue.

"...I'll look forward to that day, then, Charles," Constantine replied, smile growing softer and smaller as he watched Saber's expression change. The history there was undeniable, and the last emperor was unwilling to pry or push for more. It would, hopefully, come in its own time. And if it didn't?

Well, then that was fine too.

Everyone had things they didn't wish to discuss with others, some personal hurts were too deep.

Constantine would be a hypocrite to believe otherwise.

Ah, his ears were burning. He coughed, tugging on his earrings for a moment as he looked anywhere but at the grin on Charlemagne's face as he tried to convince his heart to calm down. "I-I'll have high expectations if you phrase things like that, you know Charles. It may be difficult for you to keep up or match."

Focus. He had to focus.

"Then, ah, we can begin by scheduling when we should go on our trip! It'll be relaxing, and allow us a chance to get to know each other better beyond these walls or the rules of a mission."

   he'd only laugh. oh, he's aware of the chaos that his food wars created, aimed for such a thing in fact, yet out of the mishaps and mess, charlemagne found that the lackadaisical nature of the whole ordeal made it the most fun. with his friends, where they could hang out and not take things seriously. and if a few ovens ran a little too hot? well, they can be replaced. "of course, of course, we'll jot down the general ideas then pass it along to master and the staff for the okay. as long as we take some preventative measures in place, since it's meant to be a game, then it'll all be fine."

   it wouldn't be the first time he's come up with such an idea, usually drawing together a plan, then the rest of his bishops and others finishing up for the rest. this would be no different.

   "then on top of a classic meal created by me," charlie said, already thinking ahead, "afterwards it sounds like we'll spend more time together to draw up some plans for that tournament. sounds there's a trip to either of our rooms for that, to keep it a secret until master can go ask the others to get together for this."

   he's really not doing it on purpose. maybe. it's a balance to keep, between teasing the man enough for his cute responses versus the normalcy of keeping distance as a friend. already saber could hear the sound of astolfo yelling at him play in his mind, for one reason or another.

   "that does indeed sound like family," he said, voice distant, because that also called to mind his own with that same smile he wore concerning history. they were all very close, his father planning their dual monarchy ruling while still alive, but of course charlemagne had been the closest with his mother. "...yeah, that i can do, one of these days."

   it's getting a little too real, that one line he attempts to not cross, at the same time it's one of his greatest strengths. but! he would continue to plan around it carefully, and it's all the easier when constantine gets distracted like that.

   "for sure, i'll show you a good time, constantine~ it'll be a day you won't forget."

#toadmiretoweepover #the twilight emperor; constantine xi #ksjfdnhjdbfs charlie you absolute menace #gotta get them on that hunting trip thread once we finish this one-

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they both need therapy actually. / @ofglories

#let the light shine; aesthetics #toadmiretoweepover #as angels do serve; sunday #sunday and yvain ship tag; #JGXHFXFJXJ god they realy do both need therapy #i love them

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SUNDAY & ROBIN in VERSION 2.2 TRAILER - TIME TO WAKE UP | HONKAI: STAR RAIL

#a visage of one’s self; images #as angels do serve; sunday #maybe i should also pick up robin to have both siblings for shenanigans

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don't try to think too hard on it, they're the only ones that understand each other. / @ofglories

#toadmiretoweepover #as angels do serve; sunday #sunday and yvain ship tag; #JGXHFXXG IT’S THEM

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2 / 15 / 23 / 37 / 40 / 58 ( Constantine XI! )

|| WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS ; accepting!

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Surprisingly very strictly. Constantine knew a lot of people in life, but only seemed to really consider one person his friend, the historian George who later recorded Constantine's life for preservation. It's not that he's opposed to considering people his friends but... Constantine was aware that even as the third son of an Emperor that his position dictated a level of distance with other people. And that habit never really faded even as a Servant, though he's getting better about it.

15. What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

His manner of speech, really. Constantine tries to speak very formally and properly when he's "on duty" so to speak. But when he's allowed to just be himself? He speaks roughly, using swears and dropping any pretense of being a "proper ruler" in a way that would have had his mother drag him by the ear to wash his mouth with soap. He has, after all, always been more of a soldier deep down.

23. What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

So, it's a small thing that actually did happen according to the writing of George Sphrantzes. Shortly after he was introduced to the Palaiologos children and became fast friends with Constantine in their childhood, one day Constantine convinced George to sneak out of the palace with him. To skip out on lessons as young boys would do. It...ended with both of them in trouble, though George suffered a heavier punishment due to how he was supposed to restrain Constantine as his retainer. He's always felt guilty over that, though George barely even recalled the incident as they grew older.

37. What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

That he fears that he's cursed and will only bring about an untimely and painful doom. This is...primarily because Constantine has been left scarred by both of his wives dying in under a year of being married to him due to contracting and succumbing to a sudden illness. Both were political marriages but he did care deeply for both for the short time he knew them. And now he's secretly convinced he's cursed.

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

Constantine thinks it means the other person is untrustworthy. Very untrustworthy, and likely planning to backstab him or someone else. This is mainly because of the time period he was from, where men would clasp each other's forearms firmly to check for weapons. A weak grip is...suspicious. Very much so.

58. How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

Oh, so many. Strategy games, studying history for fun, beekeeping, fishing, hunting, wood carving, and even weaving. He's also a deft hand at construction, thanks to helping with the upkeep of the city and the walls when he could. It's mainly...things that keep him focused on a single task. Stuff he can do without having to worry about being proper with.

#avaloniamagus #messages on birdwing; asks #the twilight emperor; constantine xi #an endless tale; headcanon #constantine has also 100% done orchard care and helped with harvesting crops #and that is entirely because i've seen so much cute fanart of him in gardening clothes #he also really likes trying new foods and is decent at cooking but #that's less a hobby and more something he picked up because his family didn't really have much money for servants so #they would do a lot of work around the crumbling palace themselves

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“NO” / Caster Arthur ( look he has to protect him son- )

|| A meme that tumblr apparently ate since it's impossible for me to find

It all happened too quickly for Arthur to fully process.

What had been a normal lesson with him balancing on a fallen log while Merlin spoke swiftly changed for the worse. One moment the boy had been laughing at something his teacher had to say, the next he was blinking stars out of his eyes, staring up in confusion at Merlin hovering over him. Then, something wet fell on his cheek, drawing jade green eyes towards Merlin's shoulder where they grew wide in shock. Arrows, several of them from what he could see, peppering his foster father's shoulder and back.

His breathing picked up, hands beginning to tingle uncomfortably.

"M...Merlin...?"

Arthur shoved himself from the ground, pushing Merlin back as gently as he could, shuddering at the feeling of the man's blood on his hands. It didn't feel like human blood any more than it looked like it at all, but it was still blood. Still something that belonged inside. A quick scan and... there. The men who shot his teacher, had seemingly been aiming for him.

They were still carrying their bows, though they were tossing them aside now as they approached.

The setting sun glinted oddly on their crimson mail, a vaguely familiar crest on each of the trio's right pauldrons.

His hands burned hotter, everything growing muted oddly in his ears while, at the same time, grew brighter and brighter in his eyes. There was something wrong, but Arthur didn't care. Whatever it was, he could deal with it later, he decided, even as the oak of his staff creaked ominously in his clenched hands as he stood. Facing the men, the knights, the boy raised it to point at them in warning. It wasn't deserved, of course. But he had to give them a chance to walk away on their own first.

"G-Go away. Leave!"

"Look at that, the boy's practically the spitting image of him," one of the men laughed, still approaching.

"Almost. More like a scrawny little cat than a dragon, I'd say," another responded. The third stayed silent, pulling a rope from the pouch at his belt and...

Arthur didn't know what happened next.

Later he would remember yelling at them to leave one more time. Would remember striking the ground with his staff with only a wordless desire to scare them away running through his mind. The oak shattering in a burst of light was something he only knew from the splinters in his hands later. But the golden light that filled his eyes, filled the air with color and an echoing roar that had the men screaming before the light engulfed them?

That he only knew from Merlin's account later.

Much later, after Arthur was busy fretting about his broken staff.

#messages on birdwing; asks #avaloniamagus #tumblr ate the meme no matter how i looked for the tag- #twelve seals unleashed; arthur pendragon #the dragon star that guides the future; caster verse #sips tea in how uther's men went looking to capture merlin and realized too late that the apprentice was arthur #and arthur's dragon heart reacting with his magic and fear and anger to uhhh #magic explosion in the form of a giant dragon #rip to those three knights there was absolutely nothing left of them #this is how arthur ends up being given his excalibur staff later

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

#in times of revelry; memes #specify muse please o/ #specify verse please o/

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Trying to even think about a romantic pairing with Uther feels impossible since he’s genuinely horrible and i don’t think he would become nice even if he was in a relationship. hell, i know he doesn’t view love in a traditional or healthy way since he views it more as a means of owning someone.

Just. Hmm.

#let me tell a story; ooc #an endless tale; headcanon #the sign of the red dragon; uther pendragon #i honestly may have to just mark him down as permanently unshippable #since i wouldn’t want to subject anyone to a very #very toxic relationship that would inevitably happen with him

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Bedivere and Kay coming back from one of their daily lessons to Arthur crying his eyes out about how he doesn't want to drown while Merlin panics and tries frantically to calm him down.

The usual daily life when Arthur was still a crybaby (affectionate)

An actual moment from when Arthur was small:

Merlin: I shall turn you into a fish for this lesson-why are you crying??? Wart: Why are you trying to kill me??

and then merlin never tried the fish lesson again

#what's a tourney without jokes; crack #twelve seals unleashed; arthur pendragon #an endless tale; headcanon #ector is watching with a bottle of wine just drinking straight from it because he tried and failed to calm arthur down and has given up #he's tired he can't deal with this help your father and merlin kay

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An actual moment from when Arthur was small:

Merlin: I shall turn you into a fish for this lesson-why are you crying??? Wart: Why are you trying to kill me??

and then merlin never tried the fish lesson again

#what's a tourney without jokes; crack #twelve seals unleashed; arthur pendragon #yes i'm still thinking about the sword in the stone #arthur would not have been able to handle the fish lesson at all #full blown hysterics over the idea of getting in water he could drown in even if he was in the shape of a fish

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I fucking KNEW Sunday can sing!!

#let me tell a story; ooc #i knew it i called it hahahaha #i continue to have muses who can sing well!!!

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Bors: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Galahad?

Galahad: Not really.

Percival: I do!

Bors: I know, Percival.

Percival: I’m sad.

Bors: I know, Percival.

#let the light shine; aesthetics #knight of sacred fire; bors the younger #chosen by the other sacred lance; percival #this is canon grail trio interactions

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watching the sword in the stone again and i want to write more with wart arthurrr

#let me tell a story; ooc #it’s not an exact 1 to 1 of the once and future king at all #and definitely not the same as my arthur’s childhood but mmm #the feels it gives me since i watched it so much at my grandparents’ house

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the gannes brothers and also lancelot activity. @ofglories

#HFZHFZJGXHFZ I’M DYING THIS IS CANON #knight of the lake with sorrows following him; lancelot #knight of sacred fire; bors the younger #a visage of one’s self; images #DEAR THIS IS SO FUNNY

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"Calling me dedicated may be a bit, ah, generous...? I mean, it's just something I wanted to do after all." Elouan coughed into his fist, ignore the small spots of heat high on his cheeks from Arthur's easy observations. It was easier to try to deflect, than to accept any form of compliment if only for the sake of his health. Especially since he was one of those who jumped at the chance to speak with his favorite historical figure. The man right in front of him, in fact. Silly as it may sound, of course, considering many would say that King Arthur was only a literary figure.

Still...

"For the most part there's no real risk, most of them are hardly violent. Mostly. There's the issues, of course, with the version of Uther that was summoned but..." Well, Arthur wasn't wrong that it would be a risk in some ways. So, with a sigh, Elouan shrugged and nodded. "You're right, nonetheless. I can compile what I know into notes and then share them with you later, to help you prepare yourself. Provided, that is, that you aren't bothered by a bit of studying?" A teasing note slipped into his voice before the mage could stop himself, just the tiniest lilt and hint of a mischievous grin paired with it. "I'm more than capable of providing most things, I assure you. So count on me to make meeting with them as smooth as possible for you."

Organizing meetings and preparing for them was part of his old job that, while Elouan had loathed, he was more than skilled at.

Same with compiling information, really.

"Ah, me?" Oh, hell. His train of thought crashed to a standstill at that smile. Damn. "Hmm. My mana is still primed and ready for action despite our little mock battle earlier so... I'll go burn off the excess in a training room before getting back to work." The mage huffed softly, smile turning tired briefly. "I've got some tapestries to work on still, and some new Mystic Code accessories to help the Masters here too, so they can stay safe. Nothing that'd really be interesting, I'm afraid. So, ah, I hope the tour was good?"

   "nonsense, elouan; you've been plenty of help so far. how many would want to take on the task of introductions, proceed through mock battles, then list out the same hallways in a concise manner, all while using their own time? only the most dedicated, besides those that reach for the chance to speak to their favorite historical or literary figure." yeah, he could figure that out as much. arthur made that conclusion after the many faces that they crossed paths with, and not all staff were quite as interested in speaking to the servants beyond what they were assigned, with the proclivity to simply do their job.

   "i don't ask that you reach out to them directly for how they feel on the subject. for one, that puts you at risk, and two, i only need to be told of how their temperament is and the differences from the person i know, as it appears you're aware of said differences. plus, being prepared for anything is key. i'll handle the meeting with them. i couldn't ask for anything more than you are capable of providing."

   there's no backing down with arthur. the worst that can happen is that they declare to still not want to have anything to do with him, at best, he's gained an ally once more.

   "still, that's for a long term goal," he said, smiling, "beyond my plans to keep me busy, what of you, elouan? i believe you've showed me around enough as we've nearly circled around by now."

#toadmiretoweepover #to you who will crown a king; elouan #elouan keeps getting his thoughts derailed hard by his crush jdbjhvs #but he's still an efficient worker and will make sure to get arthur all the notes he needs- #including on the different round table knights