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What Does Your Heart Look Luke?

Iced Over, Out of the Sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

Tagged by: Stole it from @baragkusiga

Tagging: Steal it.

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@camelotfallen continued from here

“Not like I’ve done anything to deserve it.” The words were out of his mouth before Mordred could even consider stopping them, and blue-green eyes with slit draconic pupils belatedly widened, when he realized what he’d just said — and even worse, that he’d talked back.

Flinching back before he could stop it, the Scot turned away, face burning and hands beginning to tremble. “M-My apologies, Father, I — ” The words tried to choke him, but Mordred forced them out anyway, though it felt like broken glass scraping his throat.

“A son earns his father’s care; I have not.”

He knew Morgan’s punishments. What would Artoria do?

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((And to America we go…))

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He isn’t the biggest fan of Christmas for a lot of reasons, but he’ll do his best to keep his mouth shut, so the people he loves others can enjoy it.

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((Made some tweaks to the About Page; we’ll see how this goes…))

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((…The deeper into the London Singularity I get, the more Compelling Mo/Fran becomes. Hm. May consider biromantic… or Fran being the only exception as far as romance goes… Hmmm. Need to think Very Deeply About This…))

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((It feels appropriate to start the Fourth Singularity on the day I picked for Mordred’s birthday… though I get the feeling I’m going to be doing a lot of twitching, when Mo gets misgendered… Regardless. This should be interesting, even if it isn’t exactly fun.))

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((As it’s now December 21st (and the Winter Solstice), it’s Mordred’s birthday. Please feel free to bother celebrate with him.))

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@masterofchaldea continued from here

“Nothin’ to fuckin’ talk about,” the Saber spat, turning away, though the momentary haunted look in blue-green draconic eyes said otherwise. “My F- The King hated me for being his monstrously begotten son, and That Woman brutalized my entire existence until she sent me to Camelot. That’s it. End of story.”

Shoving his (trembling, stimming) hands in his jacket pockets, the blond pressed his back hard against the nearest wall, forcing himself into stillness; he was done with being fucked up. Even if rocking would make him feel marginally better, Mordred going to force himself to be ‘normal’ for five fucking seconds.

…He’d probably start screaming, otherwise.

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Please help the baby poros. They are behind closed doors. Would like to be inside where it is warm. Are outside getting snowed on. Please help.

“Aw, shit,” Mordred muttered, yanking off his jacket, and bending down to scoop up as many of the baby Poros in it as he could. With any luck, his residual body heat — being half-dragon, his natural temperature was much higher than just about anyone else — would help keep them warm until he could get them back inside. “How’d you even get out here…?”

Not really expecting a response, the Saber cradled the little puff balls against his chest, doing his best to not jostle them too much; without the security of being wrapped in his jacket, they were definitely going to freeze. …The fact that it left him in just jeans shorts and a half-length binder was irrelevant; he was used to the cold, and kind of preferred it.

What mattered most, was helping the Poros.

@snugglyporos

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….Nope. Absolutely Does Not need to know what other people get up to behind closed doors. Nope. Nope. Nope.

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In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

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❛  always follow your heart ― unless your heart is bad with directions.  ❜ from Tristan

“…Oh, yeah?” Mordred deadpanned, expression flat; he was so not in the mood to deal with this bastard. “Mine says give the fuckboi a five second head start before I start punching.” The words were punctuated by his armor materializing, and the ominous crackle of red lightning.

Maybe wrecking an Archer would make him feel better…

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑩 𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?  ❜ ❛  would you please stop imitating me? it is starting to get very annoying.  ❜ ❛  no one and i mean no one can ever know about this. it’ll be the end of you, it’ll be the end of me. and worst of all, it’ll be the end of me!  ❜ ❛  what doesn’t kill you usually succeeds in the second attempt.  ❜ ❛  well, the way i see it, there are three possibilities: one, you stole it; two, you stole it; or three, you stole it.  ❜ ❛  me, aggressive? how dare you?! maybe you’re right … i command you to help me be a nicer person.  ❜ ❛  come on, [name], join me and we’ll be rich and powerful until i eventually betray you.  ❜ ❛  i thought i was going to steal something. can’t imagine why. so i’m just enjoying this lovely day.  ❜ ❛  you’ll never get what you want if you always let people step on you.  ❜ ❛  [name], baby, i haven’t felt this giddy since the day you agreed to be my wife!  ❜ ❛  i’ll have you know that i stubbed my toe last week and only cried for 20 minutes.  ❜ ❛  quick, [name], without thinking: if you could have anything right now, what would it be?  ❜ ❛  pull up your pants, [name]. we’re going home!  ❜ ❛  can i be excused for the rest of my life?  ❜ ❛  with imagination, you can be anything you want.  ❜ ❛  no one can change a person, but someone can be a reason for that person to change.  ❜ ❛  if you believe in yourself, with a tiny pinch of magic all your dreams can come true.  ❜ ❛  i’m ugly and i’m proud!  ❜ ❛  if i were to die right now in a fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend … then it would just be alright.  ❜ ❛  always follow your heart ― unless your heart is bad with directions.  ❜ ❛  well, it may be stupid, but it’s also dumb.  ❜ ❛  you’re a man now, [name], and it’s time you started acting like one.  ❜ ❛  just do what i do when i have problems. SCREAM!  ❜ ❛  yeah, well, i’d hate you even if i didn’t hate you.  ❜ ❛  the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.  ❜ ❛  knowledge cannot replace friendship.  ❜ ❛  being grown up is boring. besides, i don’t ‘get’ jazz.  ❜ ❛  i guess hibernation is the opposite of beauty sleep.  ❜ ❛  sometimes we have to go deep inside ourselves to solve our problems.  ❜ ❛  dumb people are always blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are.  ❜ ❛  do you have to stand so close? you’re making me claustrophobic.  ❜ ❛  i knew i shouldn’t have gotten out of bed today.  ❜ ❛  too bad that didn’t kill me.  ❜ ❛  oh, why must every eleven minutes of my life be filled with misery? why?  ❜ ❛  wake me up when i care.  ❜ ❛  it’s just a cruel reminder that i’m single and likely to remain that way forever.  ❜ ❛  i might as well sleep for 100 years or so.  ❜ ❛  fortunately, i have enough talent for all of you.  ❜ ❛  please come again. when i’m not working.  ❜ ❛  well, it wouldn’t be the first time you ruined everything.  ❜

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((I’ve somehow ended up watching Zero with my mother… That oddness aside, I didn’t realize how much I missed K.otoG.il and their interactions XD))

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@rake-rake continued from here

Those eyes, cold and unforgiving is the deepest winter night; that voice, sharp and unforgiving as the crushing waves of the North Sea; that expression… Mordred knew all of it well. This particular expression in Morgan’s face had defined his childhood — when not furiously raving or maniacally gleeful, this had been the face of hers that he saw the most often. And even now, over a thousand years later, it still made every instinct he had scream to run.

It could still make his chest tighten with abject dread and frigid terror. But now, along with the fear — along with the trembling in his hands, and the feeling of drowning as Mordred forced himself to meet those arctic blue eyes — what Mother wants, Mother gets; never defy Mother — there was anger boiling up inside of him too. Curling his hands into fists, the half-dragon homunculus bared his fangs at the woman before him, glad he’d chosen to wear his armor.

“And what’s a fucking Queen, to the man she tired to make King?!” the Saber snarled right back at her, as his draconic pupils narrowed even further, and red lightning began to crackle around him. Rampage burned under his skin — begging, screaming, demanding to be use — but the teenager managed to hold himself back just barely. “Not surprised threats’re your go-to — you always did love using violence to make yourself feel superior, Mother.

“I’ll say what I please; you owe me that much.”

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