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[dranridire]

fatebroke‌:

A look of faint surprise crosses her visage. They’d wanted help? How odd. Of course, master servant pairs helping one another out wasn’t exactly unheard of, it was just a rare thing to hear about. But what had surprised her even more was that last remark . . Hugging herself to Mordred’s arm a bit more snuggly after that, she leans her head against the others shoulder in a sympathetic gesture.

They hadn’t really talked about it, had they? She sometimes wondered what the saber considered them to be. Viviane, for one, wouldn’t be opposed to having the official couple title slapped upon their relationship, though she wanted to make sure that was how Mordred felt as well beforehand.

Having stood back up straight just in time for the blonde to lean against her, a soft giggle escapes the pastel tressed woman, “I’m glad. My job isn’t the happiest thing in the world . . So if I can manage to have fun with you while doing it, then thats a very good thing.” She then slowly pulls herself from the other female to grab the shops door and open it, holding it open by pressing her hip up against it, “Of course, I’m not the only eye candy around here, you know? You’re really something to look at, on the battlefield or otherwise.” And then a wink as she gestures towards the open door with a semi-smug expression.

“Y’think your job isn’t the happiest? Look at me! I’m here to kill a few Heroic Spirits and then I’ll probably end up dead and just repeating the same thing again and again -- it’s a pretty lame one. I just wanna have a life again, at least for a while.” Although a bit ‘morbid’, she begins to laugh aloud; having a ‘life’ again for a Servant was almost impossible, but it didn’t actually seem all that far-fetched with Viviane...not that she’d say that out loud, of course.   

Blinking for a second -- the Saber shakes her head at Viviane’s compliment. “Yeah, I can’t really say I’m not attractive or anythin’ -- but the real eye catcher in any situation is gonna be you, Viv. I don’t much care for how I look to others though, I care about how YOU think, that’s about it.” Walking through the door, she let out a breath; it looked like Viviane was happy with herself after the compliment either way, so that was nice.

[dranridire]

For the time being, this blog is actually being CLOSED aside replies to @fatebroke. Hope y’all understand. It’ll be re-opened properly again soon, just for now I don’t want to worry about replying to anyone that isn’t my girlfriend. 

[dranridire]

fatebroke‌:

’Well if meat is what you’re interested, we can go somewhere else as soon as I’m done~’ Continuing on with something of a skip to her step, Viviane pauses before the shops, tilting her head curiously at the sabers statement.

’Oh really? Well that must’ve been one fairly intense meal . . ‘ Smiling in a semi-amused way, she shrugs beneath her cloak, ‘Alright. It won’t be all that exciting though . . Howeverrrr—’ Scooting back over to the blondes side, she hooks her arm into Mordred’s and pulls herself close to the saber.

’It’ll be more fun for me, at least. Things always are when you’re with me.’ Spoken while she took the opportunity to cuddle up against the other, leading her partner to the shops entrance as she did so.

“..Yeah, it turned out pretty boring since all they wanted to do was ask me for help. But the stuff that happened after -- well, I can’t..really remember that part, I just know thinkin’ about it makes me kinda sad.” Originally she started to frown at that thought -- but, Viviane knew how to easily make her smile again. 

When Viv took her arm and pulled closer; that’s when the smug smirk crossed the Saber’s features again. She never really thought about it until now, but she was pretty lucky to be with Viviane -- as a Servant and even as a partner, since...that was apparently what they were. 

“..It’s pretty exciting to me, y’know.” Finally breaking the small silence she held, her head found itself rested against the pinkette’s shoulder. “It’s always some sort of adventure with you, it’s pretty fun. And besides, if I get to stare at ‘ya, I’ll go anywhere.”

[dranridire]

Hello again Fate fandom! I know I haven’t been the most active person on my Fate blogs, but I really want to start being active again, so! Devil here, re-writing the best Saber Class Servant there is, Mordred! I’ve been meaning to get back into writing her for a while, and I decided now was the time. I’ve chosen to take up my original blog’s URL. Do know! I am primarily focusing my portrayal toward what I know of the ARTHURIAN LEGEND more than I am Fate.

That said! If you’d be so kind, I’d appreciate this being reblogged (or liked) as it is a promo! I’m selective, so if I haven’t followed you before on any of my other blogs, expect me to give it a few days before I follow back! 

Also! Please read my rules HERE!

[dranridire]

“Pastries? I want steak, though..” Muttering to herself, the Saber could only let out a sigh as Viviane took charge and led the way -- spending more time with the pinkette was definitely something Mordred wanted to do; no telling when they won’t get to do that again. 

An eyebrow was raised as a hand was tucked into her right pocket. Was this secretly a shop for magical materials? It wouldn’t be all that surprising, albeit it does seem a bit closer to being out in the open. 

“I don’t really care. The last time I was in a cafe I ended up coming across an enemy Master and Servant, so I’d rather stick closer to you just in case that happens again.”

Now having the go-ahead, she sets the course towards the shop mentally, being sure to guide Mordred in the right direction as they went, ‘Wonderful! They’ve got some delicious pastries, though~’ Truth be told, this was also something of a supply run. But she would leave that out of the conversation for now.

It wouldn’t take too long for them to arrive . . An itty-bitty shop, squished between the aforementioned cafe and a closed laundromat. Rust colored with an almost run-down appearance . . An antique shop, perhaps?

 ‘Aha~ Here we aaaaare! Would you like to come in with me? Or would you rather visit the cafe while I run in?’

[dranridire]

Hello, Fate Fandom! I’ll cut to the chase pretty quickly with this promo; my name is Devil, and this blog here is for none other than Morgan(a) Le Fay of the Arthurian Legend placed into the Fate/Series as Caster!

So, without further ado, if you could; could you please give this post a like & a reblog if you’re interested in interacting with an indie Morgan Le Fay? Although I am selective with who I follow, I’ll happily give people a lookover if they reblog this promo to spread the word of this blog!

Please let my portrayal show how much of a good bad person Morgana is!

However, if you ARE interested, please also read my RULES! Thank you!!

[dranridire]

Hello again Fate fandom! I know I haven’t been the most active person on my Fate blogs, but I really want to start being active again, so! Devil here, re-writing the best Saber Class Servant there is, Mordred! I’ve been meaning to get back into writing her for a while, and I decided now was the time. I’ve chosen to take up my original blog’s URL. Do know! I am primarily focusing my portrayal toward what I know of the ARTHURIAN LEGEND more than I am Fate.

That said! If you’d be so kind, I’d appreciate this being reblogged (or liked) as it is a promo! I’m selective, so if I haven’t followed you before on any of my other blogs, expect me to give it a few days before I follow back! 

Also! Please read my rules HERE!

[dranridire]

Forewarning for when I return; Mordred is changing to singleship with @fatebroke‘s Viviane. I didn’t really have anyone interested in shipping w/ Mordred as it is, but either way, figured I’d announce it. 

However, please know this will not change interactions; I’m still happily open to interacting with people.

[dranridire]

“Let me be your killer king.” @ Viviane!

DEATH OF A BACHELOR STARTER MEMES . X — @dranridire

Blinking cartoonishly at this statement, it only takes a couple seconds before something of a playful smirk comes to the pink haired womans face. Reaching out to smoosh both of the saber’s cheeks, Viviane leans in and bestows a soft peck upon the blonde’s lips before pulling back with a beaming smile.

’You already are my king, Mordred. Killer or otherwise~’

[dranridire]

..She knew that voice more than she would have liked -- it was that bastard who had the power of the Black Faction’s Saber. Though, she guessed calling him ‘bastard’ was a loose term -- since she actually didn’t mind the guy at all, especially given their shared status as HOMUNCULI.

With arms held up and her hands held behind the back of her head, she continued walking by him after he spoke up to her; expecting him to follow behind. “Lookin’ for food? ..Nah. Ain’t a reason to look for food. I’m just killing time until we put this plan of attacking the Hanging Gardens into play.”

@dranridire  starter call

     worrying before the next fight consumed a lot of his time, even up ‘til now. he hadn’t been really paying focus to the street he walked on, unless someone familiar passed by. Saber of the Red… the enemies yesterday could be today allies. the absurdity happened, due to their same alignment of the goal. from what he observed, she’s not with her master at the moment, perhaps it should be a good time for a small conversation? ‘good morning mordred, are you possibly be looking for foods again?’ she seemed to eat a lot herself alone so… this should be a good starting topic.

[dranridire]

[ possessive ] @ Viviane & hand on her leg ofc, since Mordred is part Dragon, very possessive.

NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE . X — @dranridire

[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .

Clubbing. One of Viviane’s favorite pass-times. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint why she enjoyed it so much . . Maybe it was the atmosphere? The lose inhibitions? The adrenaline and flashing lights? Or maybe the drinks. She didn’t know, but what she DID know was that she enjoyed it. So naturally, she HAD to introduce Mordred to it as well.

It had taken some convincing to draw the knight out onto the dance floor once they’d arrived . . But it had been entirely worth it. Dare she say, it had been the most fun she’d had clubbing, well, ever.

By the time she felt satisfied with their running amuck on the floor, and the beat of the blaring music had begun to fade, Viviane was ready to kick back at the bar for an hour or two. Of course, she ended up dragging Mordred with her.

Her attitude seemed much more . . Flared, tonight. Flamboyant and hyper, watching her sit on the bar stool, legs swinging back and forth joyously, she almost looked like an overly excited child.

It didn’t take long for the barkeep to take notice of them, and seeming familiar with the pink haired woman, suited them with two of what Viviane dubbed ‘The usual!’

Sipping away at the almost suspiciously colored fluorescent blue drink, she’d been in the midst of explaining to Mordred that it was, in fact, safe to drink when another glass is slid before them. With a curious glance to the keep, her gaze is redirected to a man sitting across the way . . He waves to them, smiling warmly.

It is while staring at their oh-so generous new ‘friend’ that Viviane feels the pressure against her thigh. A firm, yet warm grip . . Glancing down, she finds Mordred’s hand pressed to her leg. And upon sliding her gaze back up, she catches the slight twitch of a glare forming on the knights countenance.

With a huff of amusement, she scoots herself closer— One arm wrapping about Mordred’s waist while the other lifts so she can press her palm to the blonde’s cheek and turn her chin. She promptly smushes their lips together, even going so far as to trail a lick along Mordred’s lips . . Afterwards, she nuzzles herself into the others shoulder.

And then, a warm smile is shot back to their companion across the way . . Along with a prompt lift of her hand and middle finger. Hopefully he got the message. 

[dranridire]

I got quite a bit done tonight, I wanted to do more, but now my brain’s stopped working for a bit; which means I gotta have a break on writing. I’m enjoying getting back on Mordred though, so thank you to everyone for interacting with me as her! I’ve really really missed RPing her, so it feels really damn good. 

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@truecxster liked for a starter!

It really seemed as if these ‘Foreigners’ were coming out of the woods so suddenly -- seriously, why the hell did Chaldea suddenly start letting this type of Class exist? Or rather, the Throne of Heroes. ..Not that it mattered in the end, but it was rather annoying how many of them started piling in. 

“..The hell is YOUR deal? That Hokusai chick and Abigail kid have some sort of gimmick to their summoning, what of you?” ..She didn’t want to talk about ‘XX’. 

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@dxrkestcamelot liked for a starter!

“When all is said and done, I will be the one to leave you in your misery and HATE what you’ve become.”

Breaking Benjamin | Had Enough

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@spiritrxns

Don’t mess with Mordred!

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@subparsanta liked for a starter!

...It was always awkward to interact with any iteration that stated it was her FATHER -- though, with these ‘Alters’, she barely recognized them to be the King Arthur she looked up to growing up -- if anything, they barely existed to her. 

“..So. Why do you keep on this lame getup of yours every year? Even when Christmas isn’t a thing. I get why right now, but -- all year? That’s kinda dumb.” 

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“Is that so? So you’ve finally managed to realize that, huh? Wonder what would’ve happened if ‘ya realized it when you were being stupid about Assassin of Black.” Although she didn’t know the true events of what happened, she only knew that Archer of Red posed a threat to their raid against Amakusa Shiro Tokisada solely because of Ruler exorcising Assassin. But, again, such a thing was too blurry to have full details on -- and it was in the past.

“Sorry. Guess I didn’t have a sense of poise there, eh?” A snicker was given as the Saber made fun of herself. 

     “ it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. “

@dranridire ( i write sins, not tragedies; panic! at the disco. )