#○ ° ★ . * 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.

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@soulgathered

❝  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  ❞ // romani to oberon

Song of Achilles.

"My dear Dr. Archaman, what is it that you intend, I wonder?"

The benevolent King's smile has a strange edge to it then, sharp like fangs underneath glossed lips even as he sweetly tilts his head on the arms pillowing it, almost painting the picture of a princess melancholically watching the view outside a tower from her window. Except, he seemed too amused, too knowing and to elated for a innocent princess, his beauty the one thing to correctly match the picture, maybe even surpass.

"Have you perhaps seen too many Berserkers? Babbling fools and mad dogs... One such as me must paint a strange picture. Yet, aren't you used to me by now? Maybe I should visit you more often so that there's no doubts, I assure you, this Fae King is as real as they come."

[katikis]

but inside !!!!!!!!

"What? No, I only have a small pouch of tentacles there. Everyone knows about enbies having tentacles, right?"

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@scarlxtleaves

"Wait a minute...your name is Caster and I'm your master in this thing called a Holy grail war??" The metaverse is one thing..but the fact that there's no..someone else bonded to his what?? Soul?? ever since he's gotten this weird mark on his body.

Unprompted.

"Oh my, this is quite troublesome, isn't it?"

Her silverly staff is idly spined around her fingers, a bit of an habit to reign on anxiety she's carried now for most of her life. She seems somewhat skeptic, maybe even offended, simply raising one eyebrow and raising a purple claw.

"You may call me Caster, yes; that name shall be my name this time." which meant, it wasn't her true name, and it didn't seem like she was particularly inclined to share the one. She then pouts some, cheeks puffing as her shoulders slump, "Although I will admit I find myself quite baffled; did you call upon me by accident?" and there was again, the offense, and then a somewhat defeated sight, "Oh dear, whenever I think humans can't get more incompetent they dig a new low... But it is what it is, I'm used to it by now. Are you even a proper mage, or do I have to start from zero, boy?"

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@divineshamhat

daisy chain. (for Enkidu)

Love is cosmic.

"Is this necessary?" Enkidu's fingers idly fiddle with the flowers on their lap as Shamhat works diligently, handing them over their shoulder as she requires. Their expression seems somewhat plain, even more than normal, "There's no point in adorning a weapon; Gil will still employ me no matter what I look like." they pause, "Besides, I believe your face is already the most beautiful adornment."

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN'T JUST HIM?????

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"SHHH!!"

Yuta's palm shoots to cover Toge's mouth, eyes frenetically glancing around in case anyone heard him, then going back to Megumi to make sure he hasn't noticed the commotion. Yuta sighs in relief, pulling his hand back and throwing his best friend a dirty glance, before leaning in closer to whisper.

"Don't say that outloud...!" he recriminates, hand holding onto his shoulder to shake him a bit, "I haven't even told anyone I like men yet-- I haven't even told you!! How did you know?!"

@capuchinofoam said: “ why are you looking at me like that? ” Yuta for Toge Question prompts || Accepting

Toge's stare is completely warranted or at least, he thinks so. It's not particularly amused but the way Yuta thinks he's being particularly sneaky by stealing glances at Megumi isn't something that anyone with eyes can ignore. Violet eyes travel from Yuta to Megumi back and forth until eventually his stare is fixed on his classmate with a look of disbelief and only bothering to respond once it's called into question. "Tsuna Mayo." You're down so bad.

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✏️✏️ ✏️ Kay & Arturia Lancer, Saber & Caster

Incorrect Quotes.

Kay: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face? Arturia: What? Kay: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

Arturia: I need life advice. Kay, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Caster: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Kay! Kay: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

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@rivalsunraveled

“   I am gatekeeping my respect from you. ” (maki @ gojo)

Unhinged comic relief.

"So there's a part of you that at least wants to respect me! Ha!" to him, she had just walked into a trap of her own creation. He even has the gal to fingergun at her, always the reliable teacher, "It's okay though, I don't think it ruins your tough girl aesthetic. And I think Mai respects me enough for the both of you, so don't sweat it, alright?"

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That mage, Merlon or whatever. Merlin, is it? (Vortigern)

Send "Thoughts on" and a character for my muse to give their opinion on them.

...

Spring. Two boys sitting on the grass with the sun showering their faces, hands touching.

Secrets, time, joy, death. An empty throne, fresh sheets, silver hair and violet eyes, a promise made with a kiss and the moon as witness "Once the Kingdom is safe I will marry you and make you my queen."

Time, death. A single roman soldier dying on the ground. A prophecy. Brothers, heirs, children. A wild animal, inaction. Sowing, reaping.

White hair spread on the floor, blue eyes that don't see, blood in his hands, screams—

Caledfwlch to his face—

Cold. Empty. A single friend. Rage. Madness. Understanding. A choice made to continue falling further. Fairies ripping each other to shreds and offering him the pieces. Blood, human blood, cities, fires, rampage, pain, death.

The fragrance of flowers leaving to never come back.

Further down, further down, until—

Golden hair and green eyes and a haunting face.

Holy light, too bright.

Horns sprouting from his head—

Silence.

Silver hair and violet eyes. Hands cradling his head, silver locks brushing his face. A promise to meet again.

"Vortigern—"

And again.

"Oberon..."

And again.

"...Vortigern?"

A newborn of golden hair and green eyes, hands reaching towards him, his claws brush her forehead when the Fae King commands "You will cast your own Fate."

Yet—

A girl of golden hair and green eyes dying betrayed and alone—

A boy of golden hair and green eyes dying betrayed and alone—

Hissisterhisdaughterhisnephewhis—

ArturiaCasterVivianArthur—

Blood in his hands, silver hair sprawled on the floor, blue eyes not seeing. Betrayal—

EmrysMorgan—

Hisbrotherhisonhisniecehissisterhisdaughter—

Silver hair and violet eyes. Hands cradling his head, silver locks brushing his face.

"I will find you— I will show you the garden we dreamed of together—"

"He," He states, with a expression as still and beautiful as a statue, even though the single black tear running down his face is not something one could ever produce, "Is the one person in this world I want to kill."

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"Oh don't you try to pull out that shit." any initial surprise is quickly overwhelmed by a pointed look, a tired sigh leaving thin lips, "Playing a victim doesn't suit you, Satoru. Are you gonna act like a kicked puppy every single time I react to you being an asshole? If so I don't know why you even stick around. I'm sure you can find someone to suck your holy dick if me treating you like a normal human it's too much for your sensibility. Honestly, I don't even know why you insist in hanging around me."

"You think?" Satoru asks before yelping with a loud "ow!" when he's elbowed, stepping away from Suguru and giving him the oh-so-desired personal space as he rubs the spot of the recent attack. "Not to stomp on your ego but I don't think he'd go for you, Suguru," he adds, shoving his hands back in his pockets. His eyes stay glued on the pavement in front of them, knowing if he looked around too much his eyes would get overwhelmed rather quickly. The six eyes still took some finesse to master. His gaze snaps back up to his friend at the mention of a shower though, mouth open in a grin to ask only to be shut down before a single sound leaves him. No fun.

"Yeah but so do you, right? So what's the difference?"

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@soulgathered

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy. // from romani to Oberon

Chaotic unhinged lines.

"I am not dead!!"

Yet he seems to be making quite the effort, lying on the floor with his cloak over his face, almost a parody of a corpse in a morgue. The illusion is only broken by Blanca perched on his chest like a bizarre cat.

"Tell me again, why am I the one servant putting on the effort for the whole place? If I have to go pick up bones to that earth-forsaken city once more, Avalon help me— Ugh!"

He kicks the air in frustration. Blanca elegantly flutters to perch on his forehead, as if scolding him, or telling him to cut it at once.

"What a pain this is...! I know as a Ruler I'm the best fit, but my power comes from the land of Britain itself, so I'm not even at my full strength unless we're there!" another kick, this time Blanca moves to cover his mouth, and he groans in frustration before apparently settling down with a sigh of defeat, his next words sound clearly defeated even as they're muffled, "Garden... What wouldn't I give for a dip in a crystalline lake or a nap under the tree cups... I'm so homesick..."

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@brazenlystrong

"Megumiiiii. Ya wanna tell me something? Like, dunno, maybe something's on your mind? Or someone?" You didn't delete your search history, rascal.

Unprompted harassment.

Megumi's pencil stops right over the feather of a peacock. Eye twitching slightly, he slowly squints at the page, frown deepening. He knew that tone of voice very well, and Satoru knew he did as well. This was the beginning of a game that had been played before and would be played again many times to come, both refusing to lose.

"No. Nothing." calmly focusing back on the book, he idly continues to color the drawing, as though the question barely deserved his attention, "What's for dinner? Can we get pizza? I kinda feel like mushrooms and cheese."

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@saiakv

"You really shouldn't be airing out your personal grievances on Megumi like that, Satoru. That's called trauma dumping." :/

(he's brought them like a glitter bath bomb souvenir from Kyoto to defuse the situation)

Unprompted.

"I've no idea what you're talking about. And I don't see how the way I raise my son is any of your concern. Do you truly have that amount of free time in your hands? Must be nice."

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Fuchsia is bright under snow white lashes as they watch him, pink lips in a thin inexpressive line. They have always been outstanding when it came to hiding away from their face their true feelings, but it's in moments like these, when he looks at them like that and his voice hold the ever so slightly hint of something else, that a certain emotion can be seen in their eyes.

So they approach him, never truly denying him anything. Delicate hands are placed on his shoulders as they do as silently asked and join him on his lap, their dark coat forgotten behind them as they present themselves in only the white attire of a priest. They watch, and await; maybe for a next request, or maybe to give him the time to bring back memories of this same moment a thousand years ago. Pink lips part slightly, and they watch his face closely as they finally speak.

"...Ryomen."

"Ume..."

Sukuna's voice beckons the with only a soft purr of their name. For a being who thinks emotions aside from pride and apathy are useless, there is one such emotion that Sukuna is only just curious about. In no other instance besides with this one does the faint possibility of discovering just what this feeling is like become tangible. It's one of the other reasons why he keeps them around.

His arm are open, a silent askance for them to join him in his lap. For a moment he want to indulge, if they shall let him.

@capuchinofoam for Ume

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@eidivine

❝ you will not find me good company. ❞ to Oberon

Ragnarok.

"That's okay, there are few I find to be."

A hand sweeps his mantle before him to cover his form, mischief seeping into his eyes as he awaits a second before pulling it back again. In his now exposed hand, two crystalline cups steam with hot chocolate.

"I would like to join you all the same, if that is something you would allow."

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@umbrannis

"would you like to tell your story to me? i'd love to hear it." Overhaul to Shigs!!

Poor deer.

"Oh, you know how it is."

Tomura leans further back against the backrest, shoulders creaking as he seemingly gets comfortable. He doesn't sound neither particularly amused nor bothered by the other's question, if rather somewhat idle, head leaning back as if watching the ceiling through the fingers of the hand on his face.

"Wretched things. We spawn, born rotten to the core from the first moment. Bad weed the righteous ones must pull out before they infect the whole garden. Not much to see there, right? No no, we should focus on what's to come instead. My dirt is not yours to dig, do me a favor and I will do you one back, yeah? That's what trust is all about."