#fortesinfide

[thealterr]

"Let all you knights of Davao

To God’s high command your hearts bow.

Go onward on to the fight

Where glory is shining bright.

O shake the mountains with your song

And with your banners march along!"

[sokrovennyi]

physical traits:

feminine ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ masculine scrawny ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ bulky short ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ tall weak ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ strong clumsy ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ agile slow ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ fast

personality traits:

lawful ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ chaotic good ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ evil

feminine ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ masculine chaste ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ lustful

heterosexual ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ homosexual romantic ⦾⦿⦾⦾⦾ aromantic

oblivious ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ perceptive ignorant ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ knowledgeable pious ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ worldly

forgiving ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ vengeful honest ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ deceitful generous ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ selfish just ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ arbitrary temperate ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ indulgent merciful ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ cruel

introverted ⦿⦾⦾⦾⦾ extroverted kind ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ stern modest ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ proud pushover ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ stubborn

coward ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ valorous prudent ⦾⦾⦿⦾⦾ reckless opportunistic ⦾⦾⦾⦿⦾ loyal optimistic ⦾⦾⦾⦾⦿ pessimistic

tagged by: @exsuperatus tagging: @inionnaforaoise, @swrdwielded, @servusx, @konigreich, @fortesinfide, @sourcessucre

[cxllxt-blog]

fortesinfide

“TESSA I’M SORRY I LEFT YOU FOR SO LONG I PROMISE YOU’RE THE ONLY WIFE FOR ME--” on knees, begging, baby come back--

[iudicicm]

@fortesinfide ❤️'d for a lyrical starter!

"I was as pure as a river, but now I think I'm possessed." Zerena whispers when she thinks no one is around to hear her. She doesn't want to think of Mithos anymore, or what might have happened if he had survived. She places a gentle hand against the trunk of the growing tree in front of her, exhaling softly.

Song: Haunting by Halsey

[bountifulwitcharchive]

@fortesinfide

❝ Do you know of any poems? Saber? Off   the top of your head, speak one.                ❞  

[glassheartcd]

“I swear, th’rudeness of some people.”

Zachary looked at the currently dead man who had stabbed him, sword still sticking out of his body. That being said, he noted that most people would probably have a lot of questions of why he wasn’t on the ground, screaming his head off, or better yet, dead on the ground.

“Oh righ’...Uh, lemme jus’...”

With a grunt of effort, the wraith removed the blade from his body, sighing. Now his shirt was ruined, all bloody and torn. Not to mention his jacket had the same issue.

@fortesinfide

[centuality-blog]

“do you want to die in italian or english.”

“DOESN’T MATTER, JUST KILL ME, TESSA-SENPAI!”

[monochromatic-minds]

💙 But it's YukaHaro because sideblog :>

Send me “💙 “ if you would ship our muses! | accepting!

@fortesinfide / @spxritusnetwork

Yassssss gurl yasssss! I love them too, I really need to get back on Haro’s blog and do things because I miss her and Yukari very much :’D

[wardofnottingham]

❛ What if there isn’t a happy ending at all ? ❜

“Then what say we forge one.”

     The Archer turned to her Master, never assuming she was more than she was but knowing exactly what it was she could accomplish. Archer knew who she was, she knew what kind of woman she was, despite her environment and the social circle she had been both born and brought into she became a woman who fought for the people.

     Marian was a woman who had given her all for love. The man she loved, the people she loved, and she held no regrets. No happy ending at all? She would need to spend some time with her Master, she decided.

     “Is it that you see no happy end or no end at all? This will end, Master, no Tessa, and the light shall reveal a world with which you may be at peace. Experience happiness.” The Archer drew closer to her Master, while her words were stern her gaze remained soft, “What say you, Tessa? Answer what you will, I’ll have you know I am of the stubborn sort. There is happiness to be had for you, should you be unable to see it I shall turn your head. Should your eyes be closed, I will make it impossible for you to remain that way for long.”

[leviamusesinpurgatory]

Aaaah, she still doesn't remember anything really outside of her name--But it won't stop her from holding onto these newly made memories between herself and the former bartender. Biting into her lip nervously, catching sight of his back--Tessa instead leaves the small bag of caramel filled chocolates on his bed, with a simple card reading 'Thank you, Shizuo.'

Late. Shizuo let out an annoyed tut once his eyes caught sight of the clock. With a low grunt his body had sat up, his legs swinging off the side of the bed as naturally as the movements made with his hand to reach his head. Dammit. It wasn’t like he was late for work, that wasn’t the problem. How the hell did this shit happen? Even after he slept pretty decent last night too.

–Was that it? He’d slept too damn well. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to wake up. Shizuo rolled his shoulders back, stretching somewhat as he messed up his hair. Cold. The bed had felt a little cold. Had she left already? The loud, incessant thoughts that ricocheted off the walls of his mind were almost enough to keep him from catching a sound. Someone had been here, and had left.

As if time was his to command, Shizuo turned to look behind him only to realise there was no-one behind him--despite his instincts--in fact he had been confused enough after not seeing anyone that he almost hadn’t caught the bag that had been placed right behind him. With another quick glance around the room, as if it would answer the shit he had bouncing around his head, the bodyguard swirled around on their bed and gave the bag his full attention.

Huh. Oh, and there was a card too. He took hold of the card, flipped it over once, then reread the short message that came with it. Just that? That question remained at the forefront of his mind as he glanced down to the bag. It was for him, right? Wasn’t a reason to think too much on it. With great care he opened the bag, and within a second his eyes had widened before his expression relaxed and a smile tugged at his lips. Chocolates. For him.

After thinking he was late, thinking he hadn’t woken up in time to catch her before she left for work--she went and did this shit. What the hell? What the hell? How the shit could she be this cute? --Why the hell couldn’t she just hand it to him like a regular person? A low grunt rumbled in his throat as he ran a hand through his hair. Even with his frenzied thoughts... his gaze remained soft.

How much shit had they been through together? How much longer would it take for her to realise she was the best damn thing to happen in his life?

--Did she realise how much shit like this made him feel loved? There was no way he couldn’t do something for her after this. He had a whole month to come up with something. For now? He would enjoy some of the chocolates the best damn woman gave him, then he would at least verbally thank her.

“Alien... you idiot.”

[molliaregna]

“Shut up! What’s wrong with being stubborn? That’s how I’ve always lived my life!”

@fortesinfide

“…you will die. This is not some kind word, this is merely just a reflection. If you truly wish to be this stubborn, to not move to another path, you will die a pathetic death.” His life had ended three times over, and yet he stood here now, attempting to explain to this foolish woman what exactly awaited her. There was no kind words that could move her, that would not aid this woman at this moment. 

“…if you truly do wish to fall to hell, to burn with everyone, I will gladly join you. I have nothing else to my name, apart from this coat and my name.” He does not attempt to touch her at this moment, he merely stands beside her. “But right now… I feel as if a drink is needed. Follow if you wish.”

[aecorus]

A Ka.rna moodboard for @fortesinfide !

Hiii! I was your Secret Santa! Merry Christmas!

[sokrovennyi]

U  R  L   S  O  N  G   C  H  A  L  L  E  N  G  E !!

RULES: spell out your URL with song titles and tag people to make it more fun!

S --- Showdown ( SVRCINA ) O --- Ordinary ( Two Door Cinema Club ) K --- Kukushka ( Polina Gagarina ) R --- Re-Education ( Through Labour ) ( Rise Against ) O --- On My Own ( TroyBoi ) V --- Various Storms & Saints ( Florence + The Machine ) E --- Empires ( Electric Swing Circus ) N --- Ne Plach ( Bumer ) N --- Novye Lyudi ( Splin ) Y --- Ya to, chto nado ( Bravo ) I --- I Know Your Secrets ( Tommee Profitt )

TAGGED BY:  TAGGING: @exsuperatus, @quietlystrong, @inionnaforaoise, @fortesinfide, @lilyintheashes, @servusx, @bestiadeluna, and anyone else.

[legendasanctorum-blog]

There is a simple white box adorned with a red ribbon resting upon Bertrand's pillow, modest in both presentation and concept. Seated atop it is a simple white card, and in careful but crisp script, there are but two words that can be read upon its surface. "Thank you."

||TOTALLY NOT LATE VALENTINES DAY ASKS|| [NOT ACCEPTING] ||

@fortesinfide

“…That woman…” A small chuckle escapes the Knight’s lips. He sits himself next to the box and simply stares at it for a good while before finally opening it up. He puts the card aside carefully and takes a garner at the brown confectionery. Picking a random one out of the box, Bertrand pops a chocolate into his mouth and chews it slowly.

“It’s sweet…” Still savoring the flavor, he began to reminisce about his life with his wife. This day had been filled with far too much PDA after all. It was hard not to remember the days that were long gone. A somewhat melancholic smile forms on his features. He looks out the window, into the infinitely wintry sky above. “Tell me love, does your passion still burn as fiery as before?” He then boxes up the rest of the chocolate and puts it aside next to the card. While he was never the romantic type in life, he did truly love his wife. She had been the only one to ever keep his arrogance in check with that fiery personality of hers. “Would you have adored a day such as this, I wonder?”. He quickly snaps himself out of his trance. His consciousness, back to focusing on the present.

Those days would never be coming back, after all.

“Eugh… that woman better not have made a lot of these and ate most of them. She’ll get fat.” There was far more than a single way to say ‘I love you’. Whether it be platonic or not. “I better up her training for this.”

This was simply this pragmatic knight’s way of saying ‘you’re welcome’.

[laussaintclaudius]

‘ Are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

✿ *:･ﾟ✧├ “I apologize. It was not my intent to frighten you so.” Nero wasn’t sure why the woman was so upset. Perhaps she had rushed into battle unassisted, but even when surrounded by enemies, she had come out the victor. It reminded her of days in the coliseum, to be honest. Fighting monster after monster without stopping.The rush was exhilarating. Still, she should be more considerate of other’s feelings. “It was never my desire to put such an expression on so lovely a face. Please forgive me.”

[comtevengeur]

❛ I’m meaner than my demons. ❜

“Oh that’s just adorable, Tessa.”

A horrid lion’s purr entered Monte Cristo’s voice. The demon of vengeance chuckled darkly, crossing his arms as he walked around Tessa slowly. His golden eyes flitted over her again and again as though appraising her anew.

“Do you truly believe that? Are you without sympathy entirely? Do you wish to feast upon the misery of your enemies? Are you a monster of hate and darkness? Like me? I don’t think so. And you should not want to be. I smile now because I know not what else to do any more. There is nothing left of mercy or goodness in me. I only have my hatred and burning desire to set this world ablaze and burn away all that is atrocious and immoral!”

The Count was growing manic once again. His grin widening slightly as he spoke. He stood in front of his Master as sparks arced and traced along his limbs.

“Why should you want to be any worse than the demons you carry? You can be better than that! Salvation is not beyond you yet! Let me carry the weight of our darkness and all the demons it hides. I’ve already become one so what’s a few more to me?”

Perhaps he simply did not want her to become consumed by her own darkness.