“It is I Arthur, King of the Britains! And I hath come here to reclaim my th-”
“W-wait! Tesco is having a 2 for 1 on dumbling riceballs?! THIS CAN WAIT OTHER MORE IMPORTANT QUESTS HATH COME TO LIGHT!”
{} I am actually very surprised this blog is still going tbh! Like I’ve been gone...7 or so months?? Wowzers . v .
Right! To teh point! With the new year coming in amma try to pick up my old muses whom, unfortunately, i lost inspiration fur a looooong while ago. My writing shut down and I really want to turn that around ~ since everyone is so much fun to play.
Anywayz ~ I iz still alivedededed :3 See ya all very soon! Later! o/ {}
{} Heya peps sorry for the lack of activity (I swear I’m trying to get back into the Saber groove) I won’t make excuses! I got distracted by FFXIV and Okita has been holding my interest since Majin Saber got released and OMFG I HAVE WAITED YEARS TO SEE HER IN HER FULL GLORY! ...Ahem. I’ll try to get back to things gradually. Thanks peeps! (> v <)7 {}
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“Truly a feast fit for a King!” Rinkah pumped her fist as she seized a vacant seat near Arturia’s… who the hell was ‘Lancelot’ anyway?
“I’m not much for words, but I wouldn’t mind discussing how things have fared since last we met.”
Arturia sat back silver ware taking its rightful spot on the plate, Kitchen staff taking those away before anything else could be said. Honestly...it felt nice to have someone close address her so informally for once. Though the King was far used to the whims of what was needed of her - to have Rinkah treat her as nothing but a normal friend was. Nice.
“Besides my regular duties as King naught much has passed Rinkah.” Arturia lied. She lied through her teeth...and it ate at her. “Trade routes are well established and the people of Camelot are welcoming Summer with open arms, as of now they are beginning preparations for the festival.” ...She spoke naught of the raiders threatening Britan’s coast. Nor of the Dragon she’d stirred by her own hand. “How fairs things at thy home my friend? Aught is well I hope.”
You’ll feel better when you wake up taking off your make up. Sun always seems to wash our fears away and its always shining somewhere.
I just gotta get there..
Anonymous asked:
saber if you have blue eyes are you part of soldier?
“Dearest Anon I hath TEAL eyes, not blue. Teal…yeah a lot of people get that wrong.”
oncexfutureking said: the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math
Arty Pendragy: np! :) Rez plz ;v;
Ideals are peaceful. History is bloody.
{} Muwhahahah! ...Someone take FFXIV away frum me plz ‘ v ‘ {}
-Insert looking into a mirror and "hey, good-looking" joke here-
-The King feels a certain Wizard’s hand in this meeting- -finger guns back??-
Rinkah barges into the room containing the round table and slams a wild pig carcass onto the table."Oh hey Arturia, long time no see. I brought dinner."
“YES! Yes to ALL of this! Somebody wake the head chef! WE HATH THINGS THAT NEED EATING!!”
Anonymous asked:
For the upset thing: Dear King of Knights you are nothing but a pretender held high by the deeds of family past your worth is naught but dirt claiming to be gold. You are and will be hated for the all of time.
There is a moment for a sense of nothingness takes over. Regret stabbing at her from the very pits of her being…and yet the Kings expression remains blank - eyes considering, lips unmoving, golden mane flowing with aid of the small breeze.
“…If I am hated.” Saber begins. “Then let it be so, direct they hatred solely at me…”
“If I am but dirt on the boots of greater King’s, then let it be so. I shall accept all within my stride and carry on dear Anon - as the heart that I bare within my own chest ceased with naught but love and good will - for all that once called me, King. …And likewise for all those that did not…”
There are no tears. No mark of shame, nor words of regret. If anything. These words are from the heart.
It meant anything and everything a balm, a bane, a blessing wishing for nothing but a fragment of hope.
All while hoping to keep the seams from splitting. A balm. A blessing. A curse.
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Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!!
“I beg your pardon?”