#Arthuria

[fromthemouthofkings]

Once Again, the Future

King stands in the convenience store deli aisle, frowning over two different sandwiches. They’re both good sandwiches. He continues to frown. Above him the fluorescent lights flicker, and the refrigerated cases give a quiet hum. In beat-up sneakers and a hoodie pulled down low over his eyes, and shooting furtive glances at the girl picking through the apple crate, he doesn’t exactly look the part. 

King woke up the night after a police officer shot his classmate point-blank in the back while the kid was running away. A wizard came to him in his dreams and told him that he had to do something about it. Yeah, seriously. (The man had a long, white beard and was wearing a star-patterned blue robe. That’s how he knew he was a wizard.)

He said, “Like what?” and the wizard said, “It’s almost time. Assemble the Round Table. Wake up.”

Before that, he was just Art. Now, he remembers bits and pieces of another life, an impossible life, memories that absolutely shouldn’t exist. He thinks he might be going crazy. Except that he recognizes them, the people from his dreams. His brother, Kay. His half-sister, Morgan. Gavin. Lance. And they seem to recognize him, too. Each time, he holds out a hand to them, and they take it, blinking, like his touch has reawakened something inside them.

They’ve been slowly filtering into his life again. (He recognizes them. He always recognizes them, even though they look different now. Their faces have changed, but the eyes are always the same.) 

Each time, he thinks about not doing it. About just turning around and walking out. Going it alone. He could leave his friends and family to live their ordinary lives in peace. But he doesn’t.

He’s gathered most of the Round Table now. He can see the ring of it, in his mind’s eye. Perce and Tristan, Lottie, Bev, Gareth, Pell, and Elaine. There are just a handful of empty spaces left. 

It’s almost time. He doesn’t need a wizard to tell him that. He can feel it. Whatever comes next—it’s about to begin.

The girl beside the apple crate is talking on her cellphone now. Her fluffy black hair piles softly over her shoulders. King lingers there, watching her. 

“Are you planning to buy that?”

Oh, great. He’s been standing here too long, and now the shopkeeper thinks he’s trying to steal something.

Lance gets up in the shopkeeper’s face. He always was Arthur’s most loyal defender. “He’s taking his time to think about it. What’s wrong? You got a problem?”

King pulls him back. “It’s fine. I’m getting this one.” Blindly he chooses the Italian sub and brings it up to the counter to pay.

Lance was the first to wake up. An accident. King saw his familiar face, that morning after, and booked it across a parking lot, a wire fence, and two busy streets to ask him what the fuck was going on.

Lance was playing basketball with some of his friends. He was the shortest among them, with gym shorts and a shaved head and shiny new Adidas. He got up in King’s face then, too, asking “Yo, dude, what the fuck is your problem?” 

“Who are you?” King demanded, because he didn’t know, then, that the others wouldn’t remember him until he touched them. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Lance had countered. 

Acting on instinct, King grabbed his scrawny shoulders, and Lance’s face had gone slack with realization. He dropped to his knees right there in the middle of the basketball court. 

King doesn’t know if he’s ever done this before. He thinks he might have. Once, maybe twice, maybe dozens of times before. 

King pays for his sandwich, and he and Lance head out. As he’s pushing open the door—that’s when he sees it, glittering in the sun. The sword is sunk into the sidewalk, with the hilt sticking straight up out of the concrete. 

He doubles back. 

The girl is checking out behind him. As he approaches, she’s digging in her purse for change. 

The shopkeeper gives him a dirty look, but he ignores it. 

“Hey.”

She looks between him and Lance, a confused half-smile on her face. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet.” He holds out his hand. “I'm Arthur King.” 

“Uh, hi.” She giggles. “I’m Gwen.” 

He’d almost forgotten how young she used to be before she came to Camelot, how young they all used to be (he feels like he has lived a hundred lifetimes since then). She’s just an ordinary girl, for this brief moment, worried about boys and grades and getting into college and her mother.

Then she takes his hand, and she is queen.

[imdedinsidex-x]

all my regional forms are finished, so here they all are!

[alextwdgf01]

I completed the chapter sooner than expected. So enjoy it rather than a sneak peek lol

[dclaret-blog]

extra thicc bunny

[ah0yh0y]

i am the funniest person alive actually

[sirgavvainet]

You guys have no idea how badly I wanna beat up Galahad holy cow

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[thefigureresource]

Saber Altria Pendragon Alter [Fate/Grand Order] 1/4 scale from FREEing coming May 2025.

[mokachikoshi]

I'm back with more dumps ^q^))

[alkalinefrog]

Work in progress from a short comic! I thought this panel was a nice look at my process!

[imdedinsidex-x]

woah holy shit fakemon

A whole lot of them

and regional? Woah that’s so so cool

You guys should like, totally reblog this or smthn idk

[alextwdgf01]

I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how much I admire your The Restoration of Eroded Soil series. I always find myself captivated by your storytelling and I feel so much comfort in how you write Standford. Arthuria is such a fun character and i would love to know more about her past. Especially how she gained knowledge of the human anatomy.

Your fic is the only mpreg ford fic that I enjoy and crave more of.

Thank you so much ^^

This is by far been my most favorite au to write and create artwork of (though I have strayed from it a bit). And I appreciate you interest and admiration of the series!

For more information into Arthuria's character, I'm afraid I don't have a whole lot as she is @elishevart s oc. But if you ask her about Arthuria, she would be happy to talk about her backstory.

As for her knowledge of the human anatomy, I can't remember if I hinted towards it in the fic or not. But she was a field nurse during a major war (which one? I can't remember. Something you'll have to ask Elisheva about). She tended to many of injured men with life threatening injuries so she became well rehearsed then. As well, she has many books she "borrows" for more in depth information she may not be fully aware of, such as pregnancy.

Cause she's only ever performed a c-section once or twice.

[kaibutsushidousha]

Thoughts on Arthur AKA Proto Saber?

He's just male Arthuria. Same balance of romanticized chivalry and realist pragmatism, same straightforward heroism, same regrets over Camlann's conclusion, same downtime airheadedness, and same appetite. The only thing setting them apart is what Masters they interact with.

Shirou takes Arthuria as an example of the ideal he aspires to, which is an interesting pitch, but what we actually get out of it is the version of Shirou who is the most uncritical of his complex parts and the gender debates that justifiably remained as the biggest stain in his characterization. Ayaka, conversely, has less meaningful content to chew on, which should make her case at least more harmless, right? Well, no because Fragments makes the adult Arthur fall in love with an 8-year-old. No wins it their vanilla partners.

Which leaves Kiritsugu for Arthuria and Manaka for Arthur. I have to admit I struggle to conciliate Nasu's Arthuria with Urobuchi's. It feels like Diarmuid's presence drains the characteristic pragmatism out of Arthuria. But focusing on Nasu's portrayal of her, Kiritsugu becomes the Master that's the most directly similar to her. A dreamer who alienated all of their peers through unreasonable pragmatism for peace. I suppose one to rationalize Zero Arthuria's portrayal is not how this time she's on the side of the alienated peers. She became the Tristan to Kiritsugu's Arthuria, and understanding Tristan's perspective led her to tone down.

Then Manaka is the evilest Master a Pendragon ever got but everything she does is to further only Arthur's own goal, so the bulk of Fragments' narrative is him struggling between his good heart and his pragmatism, with the spotlight cast more on the pragmatic side that always has been the most interesting part of Arthur(ia). By Manaka's merits alone, I have to say Arthur drew the better low out of the two Pendragons.

[tariah23]

It’s been a million years… I almost dropped my phone-

[ininsulaavalonia]

[-spectacular- art commissioned from supjeyk on Twitter. Please do not repost]

There were 2 main things I wanted for this artwork. supjeyk nailed both: 1. the vibe/aesthetic of a royal portrait, as befitting these 2 stupidly powerful and majestic kings;

2. their definitive image, as far as I'm concerned => hence the pick-and-choose fest in terms of designs, expressions etc.

I also wanna take the time to give a quick shout-out🙏 to @fate-inspiration, @endortbc, @akampana , @borntobelime, @xxxdreamingflowerxxx . You guys have been keeping the ship alive [on the Western side of the fandom] for years now, and I've been meaning to thank you for it - so thank you for all your super creative headcanons, hilarious shitposting, wonderful art and fics! For loving these 2, individually and together🥰

You're all heroes in your own right⚔️