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encursed · 3 years

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gaslight! gatekeep! girlboss! (g3!)

starter for @mjolnrr

It’s a situation borne of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Perhaps if the light-haired girl she spots hadn’t been wearing her uniform at the time, or perhaps if she didn’t have a little costumed demon trailing her path, prodding her with a wooden sword and screaming into her ear. Perhaps if she hadn’t chosen today of all days to stroll leisurely through the marketplace, wander into the plaza and stay a moment too long on one of the benches— a moment long enough to be noticed and casted by a girl playing pretend, anyways. Perhaps if the stars hadn’t aligned so perfectly to form a constellation of her demise... perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.

Alas, here the imperial princess is— attempting to speak to a girl who she only finds herself approaching because she had the same uniform as her, fiery vengeance burning in her eyes as she tries her damned hardest not to send the child padding behind her flying across the marketplace with a well-cast spell.

She’s made worse first impressions, Veronica thinks.

“You...” she pants, her boots thudding heavily against the marketplace cobblestone as she struggles to keep walking, “Are you... an Officer’s Academy student?”

She leaves no room for a response before she continues, “You... I need you... to— get off of me.”

The Emblian’s words end with a hiss as little lady Seiros tries and climb up her shoulders. The child is shaken off easily enough, much to her chagrin, and makes no further attempts to crawl up Veronica’s body after that.

“No, wait, I... ugh...”

She closes her eyes, groaning, and massages her temples so as to dispel her migraine. She thinks this little girl would soon have an accident involving her face and Elivagar’s hard, leather cover.

“I just... I’ve been coerced into a performance by... this thing.” she gestures to the girl, “I need you to be my evil friend.” Veronica’s face screws up; no, that sounded wrong, “Or at least, pretend to be. Can you do that? Can you be evil for me?”

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skoolbully-a · 3 years

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ON SPIRALLING OUT, @rosedha &. @dhufeainnewedd

#( today i woke up and chose violence )#( xoxo love u )#rosie tbt #ishtar tbt #﹠. —— verse : euphoria. 「 ☠ 」#( this is the first and only time he says bitch 🤧 🤧 that's how you know it's bad )#overdose /#drugs /#toxic friendship /#ask to tag #long post /

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asphuxia · 2 years

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/ * REVUE STARLIGHT.

As opposed to outward appearances, the villa is all but abandoned within; the sets and people shift as easily as sand. It is a mess of organisation and as busy as a hive, the chatter of the crew only ever overpowered by D’Silva’s shouting. The castmates and stage crew are both assembled on set, and it does not take a keen eye to understand that they had no wishes to speak with them— if they were interested at all. They meander behind the productions, and Eir catches Mireille, D’Silva’s supposed ‘daughter’ keeping her eyes on them. Beside her is a youth who introduces himself as Donnie with a grin, though he seems clueless of his purpose here. Constantly on standby, and yet only ever needed to act as a stuntman— though he notes that none of the actors resemble him in the slightest. Eir frowns, slight, though she does not press further. Perhaps the both of them would warrant a revisit.

Pale eyes glaze over the structure of the rest of the building, and Mireille’s eyes follow them as they leave to observe the rest of its space. Rats follow their courses within the corners of the kitchen of the ground floor, slipping behind cupboards and leaving their spoils. It’s cluttered with evidence that crew members frequent the place, with dishes and pots stacked upon the countertop. It is nothing compared to the great kitchen within the academy’s dining hall, brimming with chefs and their assistants. The main stairwell is out of bounds, roped off for the safety of the crew— though it did not seem that anyone would wish to risk going up with it. Eir inspects it from where they stand; it seemed victim to rot, breakage, and general poor maintenance. But there are two more floors and plenty of other rooms within the villa left for them to explore, with the grace of the smaller stairway in the back of the kitchen.

They proceed upwards. Though the second floor seemed largely reserved for sets and other aspects of the production, the uppermost was intended to host dressing rooms and apartments. The third floor is mostly empty, with nearly all of those working on the project on set. A breeze whistles in through an open window, and the silence of the floor is nearly gratifying. Eir skims over the names upon the plaques as they proceed, taking note of what she could remember. A girl loiters around what is labelled as Adela’s apartment while the songstress performs below, possibly one of her attendants. Somehow, she reminds Eir of heroes within the Order— when they had little to do, substituted in battle for someone else. Bored. The Helian steels her nerves, and approaches. If they were to start anywhere, it may well be here.

The girl is leaning against the doorframe as they walk up to her, idly waiting around. As Eir introduces herself and the rest of her group, she exchanges her own name— Esa. Her demeanour seemed to glow far brighter than it had been only moments ago. Eir smiles; it was true, such simple greetings alone gave way to better days. She asks about the crew of whom Esa works with, to which she replies: “Oh the crew? They seem like OK folks. I haven’t been here long, but they’ve been nice enough to me. Why do you ask?”

“How long have you been here?” A pause. Eir hesitates; she tries to place her words carefully. “We are… looking for someone. Have you noticed anyone or anything… strange during your time here?” Eir glances at Adela’s plaque behind them. “… Or anyone notable at all?”

“I used to do maintenance for businesses around the opera house for… hm, probably a year. D’Silva asked me to come work on a new project he was starting a couple months ago, but he kind of made me think I’d be doing… well, more maintenance. Didn’t think I’d be waiting on a songstress.” She wrinkles her nose, but she doesn’t seem entirely displeased by the situation. She leans back against the doorframe as she gazes up at the ceiling to consider whether she had seen anyone of interest lately. “Anyone notable… To be honest, the staff is always changing. I couldn’t tell you who’s been here for months from the folks just visiting.”

Eir’s interest rises at that. So unused to the work, though she does not seem to be troubled with where she has landed. A slight tilt of her head; Eir studies her closely. “Adela, yes? What are your impressions of her?”

“What are you, reporters?” Esa laughs. “Miss MacFhearghail is nicer than you’d expect. Honest. I know she’s got some bad rep with folks but— I mean, I don’t know the details— but she’s been in this business a long time and she’s got the record to prove it. I don’t mind waiting on her, even if she can be fussy and ill-tempered sometimes.”

The noble nods, committing the information to memory. Perhaps it was worth speaking to the songstress when next she had time to herself… A slight frown pulls at the ends of her lips, puzzled as the Helian’s thoughts return to Esa’s previous words. “Is D’Silva so prone to sending home those who work for him? Surely he must keep more than some around with greater permanence.” On a project like this… and with mismatched talents? It seemed odd to need so many people if they were not adequately fitted to their purposes. Eir glances around, though she knows the only occupants of the floor were members of the crew. “Who visits the sets?”

“I don’t know if D’Silva is actually firing people or if they just… stop showing up. This ain’t exactly a standard job, and most of the crew is used to producing operas. Not to mention the actors… I get the impression they don’t think D’Silva’s vision will amount to anything in the end.”

Eir blinks. They did not think highly of this project— of their director’s ambitions at all, and yet would see it through to its end. Perhaps it is the marvel of D’Silva’s ‘miracle device’ that convinces them to stay? But if Esa is right, perhaps few are staying at all..

Esa stops to think again, this time for a long time, obviously digging deep into her memories to draw out an answer. “No one really stands out… Oh! I’ve seen a redhaired guy show up once or twice. Doesn’t hang out for long, but his hair—“ She makes a gesture like combing fingers through her hair, which is black and braided nearly to her waist. “It’s the color of an apple, I swear. You can’t miss ‘im.”

A furtive glance is given in the direction of the three who had accompanied her, to suggest that they approach the man Esa had described whenever he may appear. If he would be remembered for anything beyond the colour of his hair, it would be well for them to remember him as well. The possible suspects were far too many within this place… they must narrow down their search. Eir looks to Ophelia, who seemed that she might burst with questions to ask— and thinly smiles. Go ahead.

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clarentheir · 4 years

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ALRIGHT , time to press this button and tame me a few dinosaurs.

#yeah there's absolutely no question abt which one mo'll be going to #oh i'm so EXCITED this event is so so so good #something for everyone!!!!#( ishtar will be chilling on the most low-risk borderline-spa isle available and still probably find some trouble )#dash comm tbt

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darabeatha · 3 years

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# DARABEATHA ― 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 Independent & selective 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 only feat. 𝐅𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 Written by Smol (+18;she/her). For my own comfort, please do not follow if you are under 18. Rules under read more ! / Important ! : my portrayal will be based on my muses set as summonable servants (set on FGO) + bits of historical facts + my character’s original source; in regards to their fate interpretations, some might differ from what is established in canon / Rules and muses under read more ! / chibi commissions post

LIST OF MUSES :

Primary : Constantine XI (rider) / about ; Ashwatthama (archer) ; Vlad III (slighty canon div) ; Jason (saber) ; Camazotz (temp. assassin) ; Odysseus (rider) ; Daybit (crypter) ; Tezcatlipoca (grand assassin) ; Charlemagne (saber) Moctezuma II (Avenger) ; Duryodhana (rider) ; Ritsuka Fujimaru (master) ; kukulkan (-) ; tlaloc (pretender) ; Nitocris (caster) ; Moriarty (ruler) ; Nero Claudius (saber) ; Asclepius (caster) ; Antonio Salieri (Avenger) ; Morgan le Fay (Berserker) ; Baobhan Sith (Archer) ; Barghest (saber) ; Oberon (pretender) ; L.ucifer (?) ; M.ichael (?) ; Edmond Dantes (Avenger) ; Arjuna (Archer) ;

Secondary: Ritsuka Fujimaru ( based on R.itsuka F.ujimaru Doesn’t get it ) ; Hakuno Kishinami (fate/extra CCC) ; billy the kid (archer) ; Sherlock Holmes (Ruler) ; Diarmuid (lancer) ; EMIYA (archer) ; Mandricardo (rider) ; Prometheus (tbt ) ; Hermes (tbt) ; caeneus ( lancer ) ; Medb ( Rider) ; Dumuzid (?) ; Tristan (archer)

note: muses who have their own blogs/used to write but could make an appearance in here if im too tired to switch blogs/ or upon request: gilgamesh (caster & Archer) Nero Claudius (saber) nitocris (caster), arash (Archer) Mandricardo (rider), Edmond Dantes (avenger), Sherlock Holmes (ruler), Achilles (rider), Robin Hood (Archer) , Billy the kid (Archer) , Lancelot (saber), Ishtar (Archer), Ereshkigal (lancer), Francis Drake (rider), Blackbeard (canon divergent + rider) + saito hajime (saber), dioscuri (castor rider)

SELECTIVE & MUTUALS only.

this is a TEST blog, meaning that I am currently testing this muse

VERY HIGHLY SPORADIC ACTIVITY. My attention wanders all over the place so this blog will remain as low acitvity, If this isn´t ur cup of tea then I would advice to consider again following.

I am not an expert historian so I (politely) ask u to pls understand if in any case I happen to make a mistake, it´s due to that (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ)

mun & muse are both +18 (mun is 21 currently!)

Not affiliated with the Fate fandom.

Duplicates & crossover friendly !!

If you are not aware of F.ate as a franchise or the game F.go pls do not feel scared of interacting! there is no need to have prior knowledge about the universe where my muse comes from and if you have any questions i’m always happy to answer !

Alongside this post, please do not assume or dictate me how to write my own muse, this has happened before and it makes me very uncomfortable (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ)

Due to his character, this blog will remain as Fewship & very HIGHLY selective. I´m more inclined to ship with friends / people i know / people I can click OOC wise more, yet if you are interested in developing something between our muses, be it platonic or romantic, I am certainly not against that if the chemistry is present ! Aside this, i will not ship with underaged muses nor with underaged muns.

muse does not equal mun & I do not condone my muse´s actions.

And that´s it! apologies if any of these sounded harsh, let´s just respecc each other and have fun! thank u for dropping by!

❝ ― ❞ "ㅤ"

#;pinned post #;ooc #ooc #rules #;rules #-puts this here-#pls do not reblob !

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