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Pardon me, but I was hoping to ask a question about the comic images that you use for Lancer Alter. Where did you acquire them? Are they personally drawn, or an already existing comic?

I just put "artoria RP icons" in Tumblr's search engine and found a few. Pretty sure that they're from an already existing comic. It's also how I found my icons for Saber, Saber Alter and Lancer Artoria.

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"Moo~!"

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So which one of you has the balls to breed the Seibas?

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So um, yeah. Feel free to send Astolfo some Asks. He's got a lot of work to do to get this new blog into shape.

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Had to remake @interpol-chun-li. It was getting a lot of unwanted attention from some pretty disgusting people.

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"Why are we bothering to save the world in the first place? I don't care what happens to the humans."

#muse: melusine

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Brb

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This is what the Cernunnos dolls she made looks like. Morgan is very good at sewing.

#muse: baobhan sith #cernunnos

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“…do you see yourself as one? Because I don’t.” Medea responds, “Unlike your Lostbelt Variant, you have a choice on who you want to be as a person, even if it doesn’t look that way at first.”

"...I do. I know that deep inside of me, I have that same capacity for cruelty that she possessed." She said, not even looking in her friend's direction, her gaze fixated on a small Cernunnos plush toy that had fallen off her desk. "A god is dead because of me. A kind, protective deity that saw us as its children... And we repaid his kindness with death..."

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Fae Morgan is a good mom at the very least.

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Medea quietly enters the room to bring her friend some cold refreshments in case she was feeling thirsty, taking note of the discarded Cernunnos dolls.

The Berserker had noticed her friend enter the room, but said nothing, keeping her head down. After a moment's silence she spoke to the Caster, her voice almost inaudible. "...Am I a monster, Medea?"

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For clarification, this Morgan is a separate instance of the Fairy Morgan. She has no memories of what transpired in the Lostbelt, and thus knew nothing of what her other self did.

But when she asked Ritsuka and the others what transpired, they were hesitant to tell her. Almost avoiding the topic until she finally pinned her Master to the wall and refused to let them go until they told her what happened in the Lostbelt.

And she was horrified by what she learned. The things she did were detestable. Inexcusable. Calling her a monster would have been an understatement. So she is tormented by her other self's actions. She seeks to make amends for what the Morgan of the Lostbelt had committed, even though she knows she might never be forgiven.

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"I just need to add the finishing touches... There. A perfect doll of Cernunnos." The Berserker smiled as she admired her handiwork, turning it around and inspecting it for any defects or mistakes she may have made. Just as quickly as that smile came though, it faded as her thoughts turned to that of the Wild God's priestess.

"...But still a doll and nothing else. I can not revive a dead god, no matter how many of his likeness I make." She threw the doll into a large pile of similar Cernunnos dolls and slumped in her chair. "I can not make up for what I've done..."

#muse: morgan le fay

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Medea nods, taking the moment to relay the mental message to her Master, then quick-changing into a more-revealing nightgown as she floated over with the berserker to the bed.

“…it’s still summer, so wearing less makes sense,” She explains herself while blushing, taking her best friend’s hand to guide her over, quietly murmuring that Morgan looked really beautiful.

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Morgan couldn't help but notice how beautiful her best friend looked in her nightgown. The fae queen blushed as Medea took her hand and guided her to bed. Morgan was certainly lucky to have someone like the Caster to be her friend. "I understand. Now... Let's get under the covers." She said as she got into bed and laid down next to the princess, scooting closer to cuddle her while they laid there. Slowly the Berserker's eyes began to close. Once they were shut, she murmured a quiet "I love you..." before finally falling asleep. She looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that this was the same distraught woman who moments ago attempted to take her own life.

#muse: morgan le fay #cauchemarroseminuit

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The embrace would last a good while, but Medea couldn’t just leave the berserker by herself after what almost happened. As soon as the both of them calmed down, the princess would plant a kiss onto her forehead while giving her a look of assurance that she’ll be okay, even petting her head softly. “Why don’t I spend the night with you? You really look like you need further comfort…” She was eye-to-eye with her, unblinking and serious about keeping her company for the remainder of the night.

Morgan wiped away her own tears on her sleeve and nodded. Sitting back up, she grimaced at the pain her body was still in, even after having been healed. She was going to need lots of bed rest in order to feel better. "Just... Give me a moment to change into something that isn't soaked in my blood..." She said as she got up and groaned, working through the pain to disrobe and put on a clean nightgown. With a flick of her wrist, her bloodsoaked dress was put in a trash can. She had many identical dresses, losing one wouldn't be the end of the world. "Alright... Are you coming to bed?" She asked, a small blush on her face as she undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall freely behind her.

#cauchemarrose #muse: morgan le fay

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In other news, a Berserker just tried to off herself. She's currently being tended to by a Caster.

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Medea said nothing…but it still didn’t stop her from continuing the healing spell, while holding onto the berserker tight. She wished in a moment like this to say the right words to make her feel better, but not everything can be solved with that, the tears now returning again. Glowing gloved hands held onto Morgan and refused to let go while the princess buried her head into her bestie’s shoulder, “I don’t care if she thinks ill of me for healing you…you’re my best friend and nothing will change that…”

"Medea..." She murmured as she embraced the Caster with one arm, the other holding on to the princess' wrist. "I'm sorry that I'm putting you through such grief. You deserve better..." She said as she held her dearest and only friend close to her. She couldn't think of anything else to say, simply repeating "I'm sorry..." again and again as she shivered and sobbed into the Caster's robe. She hated herself for all the atrocities she committed in her reign as High Queen... But more than that, she hated herself for putting Medea through such pain.

#cauchemarrose #muse: morgan le fay