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My apologies for suddenly disappearing without a word that I would be taking a break ! For the past few weeks, I just haven’t had the creative energy to dedicate to tumblr roleplay, so I’ve been dedicating some time to my other projects. I’m not disappearing on anyone, but I did want to clarify that I’m merely going to be away until I feel I have a better grasp of inspiration to write Mordred ! Truthfully, I’ve never been good at being active on any blog I’ve had –– which is entirely why I’ve focused solely on threads rather than try & be interactive. On another note: I am keeping all the threads I have ! I won’t be throwing them out unless otherwise requested ( & for that, I understand ), but anything that I might have owed will simply have to wait until I feel more motivated. Sorry if I’ve been inconveniencing, & I do hope you understand !

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Allow her to slip into something more... comfortable....

#[ ♘. mordred. ] #also me: my muse has been hung out to dry for several days now #also me: what went wrong

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RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!

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What RP trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

munday.  ϟ  accepting.

As of recent, I’ve noticed the trend of other users policing content that someone might want to be a part of, or even more, with who they interact with. Call-out culture was something I already thought was incredibly childish, but now that we have the addition of cute PSAs with this overwhelmingly super-positive attitude saying how they’ll block you if you interact with someone or take part in a group activity ?Whenever I see things like this, I give a hard pass on tumblr for the day. The reasons I find to be incredibly trivial, especially if its an affiliate. Why people gather certain perceptions... ? I believe it to be jealously, applying the mistake of one to the many, or their dislike of one person in particular. If you don’t want to see particular content, respectfully requesting it to be tagged is what you should do, or simply unfollow –– not make a PSA, example above.Will this ever cease ? Likely not. A person can dream. I’ll avoid the people who make these posts & I am sure they will avoid me. There’s no love lost.I believe in the good in people, & I will not allow others to turn me from that belief.

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What do you do when you get writer’s block?

munday.  ϟ  accepting.

Ah, the question that has eluded writers for hundreds of years. The ever-looming writer’s block !I have many different ways on tackling writers block, so I hope the following gives insight on how I view writer’s block as well as offer any tips to anyone currently going through that block:

o1. Write something else. Anything else. May it be a different project, different characters, or perhaps even a different muse on tumblr. Writer’s block is essentially what I would call getting burnt out on your muse; & it sucks, especially when you’re passionate about them ! Believe me, I know. I sometimes get burnt out with my very special OC that I’ve been writing for years. But, I’ve found my very best method in dealing with a block is to gain a fresh, new perspective. Imagine it like grabbing a hold of a new canvas, freshly primed & ready for painting !o2. Reading. I can’t emphasize this anymore. Sometimes my writer’s block stems from the sense that I’m getting stale with my writing; such as no fresh vocabulary or idioms to use. A new book, fanfiction, comic, or manga can really help with that !o3. Take part in something creative with others. This past year I’ve been able to split some of my time into a Pathfinder campaign that I’m a part of, but this is merely one example. Stirring up fresh ideas can help lead to others. It never hurts to try that route of a group setting, as you always have the benefits of discussing things such as world building, characteristics, & joint plot developments with others ! Two brains is certainly better than one !o4. Garner inspiration from other mediums. Music, films, television shows, plays, video games, visual novels, art works… anything that gives you that tingle of inspiration. I know I am not the only one who does this, but my number one guilty pleasure is discovering new music & mentally picturing some dramatic AMV to match a character. I also draw a lot of inspiration from films & some of my favorite video games in particular !I hope these tips are helpful !

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⨳ — MUNDAY;

send one to get to know the mun better!

If you had to choose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?  What’s your sweetest RP experience so far?  How many drafts are you stalling with this meme?  If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?  Is there something you really would want to write? What about not wanting to write something? What made you decide to write this muse? If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?  How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?  In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you? Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot RP? What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?  Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?  Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses?  Tell us about your day. How many ships do you have on this blog?  Is there some character/mun you want to ship with? Would you say you’re a decent roleplayer or do you have any self doubts?  Give us a rough estimate: How much time have you spent on your graphics? (icons, theme, banners, promos, etc)  Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?  Do you think you’d survive a zombie apocalypse?  Tag someone you love/look up to! If you could live in the world of your muse(s) would you?  Are there any muse(s) you miss roleplaying?    What is an AU you really want to play with your muse?  Which tropes do you find overused/boring?  Who is your favorite muse to RP? (Includes past muses.)  What advice would you give to a new RPer?  What does your URL mean?  How involved are you in your rp community?  What do you do when you get writer’s block?  Have you even encountered any partners that threw a tantrum at you?  What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?  Have you managed to stay away from drama?  What’s your RP pet peeve?  What has made you completely lose your chill?  What do you think about public call out posts?  Thoughts on duplicates following you?  How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?  Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently RPing in?  What RP trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?  What’s something you enjoy? Be it a food, a band, etc. What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc. 

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I’ll be moving all Inscription content to an associated side-blog. I’ve come to realize I’ve been favoring that verse the past week & I don’t want to overwhelm anyone following me for canon Mordred. You can request the url any time if you wish to follow, as I will not be giving it out publicly ! All previous posts made here for the verse will be deleted & remade there !

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grandalbi:

places this flower on top of Mordred’s armor before she comes back.

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#[ treasures. ] #CLUTCHES HEART. #LIL SIS!!

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ISKANDAR.

        @medrauts Calm Down Young Tiger   ⟨   Continue   ⟩

❛ Really? I’d be willing to discuss terms if that’s what you’re worried about. ❜ It was unfortunate, but Rider had no choice but to accept her refusal. However, he wasn’t exactly fond of having her sword pointed towards his throat. Iskandar didn’t flinch, no he stared into the eyes of the other as the blade nicked his skin. Although it was minor his flesh had split open, and mild crimson liquid pops from the barrier and seeps away from the wound. The King of Conquerors has had his fair share of staring down a blade or two, beneath his clothes were multiple scars he’d received from his previous battles, many he’d won and others were failed. To him they were a symbol of how far he’s managed to come as king, each scar held it’s own memory, it’s own story.

There had been only one time where he’d seen someone wield a weapon with ease, and yet managed to carry such grace as they did so. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a skilled warrior, her patience when dealing with others was another issue entirely. He did not know her name but her question earned a wide grin from him, if it was one thing he loved to talk about, it was his dream. & nothing, not even a blade ( with it’s tip lightly piercing ) at his throat would stop him from explaining why he enjoyed the act of conquest.

❛ Many have called me a fool, but a true king such as I live to defy and challenge both heaven and Earth. To leave behind a legacy that I can be proud of, to have my people spread the tales of our journey and all that we accomplished! There is no greater feeling my friend. This is the path I of kingship that I walk. When you find a way of life that you can truly be proud of, that is when you must face the battles that come along with them, whether you’re prepared or not doesn’t matter. Compared to the size of this world, I am but a mere single grain of sand! What I want to conquer is much bigger than I will ever be, but that’s why it’s so exciting. Don’t you see? No matter how foolish others may view me as, no matter how small or insignificant I may be compared to the rest of the world, I shall surpass it. The amount of excitement I get for that is what causes the King of Conquerors’ heart to beat young one! Those who are able to acknowlege how small or how weak they are, yet still struggle with all their being to reach heights greater than they can imagine. I am one of those people. Those who have desires that lie beyond themselves, hence the phrase “Glory lies beyond the horizon”. In my era that is the most basic rule of life, and while I never accomplished my dream, I still hold on to it! 2000 years later and I’m still chasing my “foolish” dream. “What kind of fool finds joy in conquest?” Answer me, who wouldn’t find joy in something like that? ❜

For a man such as he to keep speaking ( and speak so joyfully ) while the sharp tip of Clarent threatened to pierce his throat was both an admirable and disrespectful act against the treacherous knight. But rather than punish him for his reply, Mordred’s hold against him trembled, much like a leaf uncertain whether it would fall. She remained steadfast, for she was intent on listening to all of his words before she passed judgment.

   His words stirred a sense of empathy within Mordred. She easily could blame his charisma. The force of his personality was near overwhelming, and she found despite Iskander refuting her insult with little more than a few, pretty sentiments, no words came to her aid in an effort to push back.

   Her blade was retracted with little thought after he posed his rhetoric. She would not answer, but Mordred acknowledged his words with a respectful bow of her head.

   ❝ My apologies, then, Iskandar, ❞ she spoke. ❝ A dream so deeply rooted within the heart should never be ridiculed. I can understand that much. ❞

Green eyes lifted to where she had noticed a mark on his neck –– a trace of blood. She felt a twinge of guilt, but one that she would dare not express. ❝ Well, then. My only grievance that remains is this: don’t you dare mistake me for some kind of mercenary. I’ve already served one king, and I have no desire to serve another. After all, I am a king myself, and my time is now. ❞

#[ thread. ] #[ ✧. ▸ his dream is his resounding legacy: ISKANDAR. ] #valiantbcrn 01

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"Tell me, usurper: what did you feel when you betrayed your father? Did it fill you with the greatest of joy? I am most curious, Knight of Rebellion."

❝ I felt both the greatest rage, and the greatest sorrow upon my initial blow to King Arthur. ❞

   The so-called knight of rebellion strode forth, green eyes stoic upon the face of her interrogator. Metal scraped gently against one another as Mordred walked –– only for the knight to stop just before the dark-clothed “saint”. She found it annoying that she was the one who had to lift her eyes to meet the other’s piercing gaze.

   ❝ –– What answer are you seeking, WITCH? ❞ Mordred challenged. ❝ Do you wish to hear everything I felt? Everything that gave me the title you call me? Would that satisfy you? ❞

   ❝ –– yes, I ‘ll admit I felt some sickening sense of joy when my father realized how I had sundered his kingdom apart. I was cruel. I was cruel to smile down upon legions of rebels I had collected from Camelot, knowing that I would personally lead Arthur’s demise. And when I marched them to that cursed hill, I did so with a smile. ❞

❝ And what about you? Did you laugh when you burned countless innocents alive? ❞

@undiesirae  ϟ  unprompted.

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CASSANDRA.

Saber had made themselves at home on the top bunk of the bed, and Cassandra could only roll her eyes at the words. She leaned back in her chair, looking upside down at Saber. So, they’d found her name. Not like that was hard, or hidden. “At any old store, really, I-” Cassandra started and then snapped herself straight in her chair, twisting sharply to face her door. She’d heard the door to the dorm open. Loudly. Like someone had thrown it open.

“DELACROIX!” It was certainly not pronounced right - del-a-croy instead of day-la-kwah - but it definitely her name being shouted from the living room. Cassandra popped out of her chair like she’d been hit from behind, almost tripping over herself in her haste to open the door. She was lucky it wasn’t the ancient Director, Lorelei, or Lord El-Melloi II shouting for her, but she was unlucky for who it was. Her department head was fuming in the living room. “Come out here this instant!” Cassandra winced, not wanting to open the door - but it wasn’t like she had a choice.

“Yes ma’am?” Hands clasped behind her back, Cassandra tried to make herself look as small and defenseless as possible. Sometimes it worked that people thought she was harmless and it made them easier on her - other times, such as now, the ploy failed completely.

“Don’t you ‘ma’am’ me! You explain to me right now why Lorelei has phoned me about this-this-nonsense you’ve gotten yourself into! A faculty member - one of my faculty members - was chosen and you, some little unknown whelp from France, has stolen that?!?” Clearly the memo didn’t quite make it to the fuming woman in the room that her faculty member was a cowardly man who would rather stay alive than figure out what to do. “Lorelei has also informed me that my opinion doesn’t matter, but I am furious, young lady, do you understand?!” In one flailing hand was clutched a packet of papers, and in the other was whatever scrap had been used to summon Saber. The item was tossed at Cassandra first, and the smaller woman caught it from the air without ever taking her eyes - now cold from the scolding - off of her department head.

“He approached me about it, Professor. He told me that he had a family and he could not risk his life on some wild goose chase. He has studied the Wars you know, and he did not like his odds. He told me I could do this, or I could fail. He told me to tell no one. Well, looks like you and The Queen found out anyway.” Cassandra turned the item in her hand one way, then the other, fidgeting a little now that she had something to fidget with. “If your opinion fails to matter, Professor, then why are you here?” Cassandra folded her arms over her chest, pressing the bit of wood into her side.

“Because Lorelei has told me to give you these papers and send you on your way. You won’t get anything done here at Clock Tower.” Narrowed eyes met Cassandra’s gaze, though the girl wasn’t backing down from this argument. Now the head of the department sighed. “Here, you leave in three days.” The packet, like the bit of wood, was tossed at Cassandra with undue force. Cassandra didn’t catch it so much as fumble it, dropping the packet and scattering papers between the couch and chair.

“Cas, is that still your music?” Called one of her roommates through the door. Cassandra’s eye twitched as she knelt to collect the papers, under more berating for her stupid actions and not talking to an adult and taking matters into her own hands.

The sound of a door being snapped open caught the knight unawares. Her helm lifted in the direction the sound originated, green eyes wide and full of alarm beneath the heavy visor. Steel fingers gripped against mattress in anticipation. Was it simply another student bent on anger entering the dormitory? Or was it something more?

   Something like an answer announced itself loud and clear with the summon of a single “DELACROIX”. Mordred was quick to deliver an uncertain glance in her Master’s direction as she made haste for the bedroom door. And, upon a whim, she dissolved herself in a glitter of icy sparks, manifesting now as an unseen spirit in hot pursuit to witness what troubles her French maiden tangled herself in.

   Mordred was unsure of what she was anticipating, but the scene that unfolded before her was not to her expectations. All of it pulled her lips into a deep frown as she observed the scene full of sharp words.

   Her previous Master was brought up. That skink of a man who shuddered at the thought of entering a war by her side. The knight of rebellion remembered the scene clearly: the professor who wished to have a word with Cassandra Delacroix after class which brought about the girl’s newfound fate. He trembled as he transferred his command seals to her hand, subsequently tying down Mordred to another she felt unworthy to be her ally.

   She would have left the conversation at that with how severe a mood drop she felt by the remarks when she spotted that a piece of rubble wood tossed into the air, only to be caught deftly by the cold-eyed Cassandra. Fury bubbled within her chest at the sight of such a piece so disrespectfully handled.

   Just as the elder woman tossed a packet of unknown contents in her Master’s direction, Mordred suddenly appeared; her gauntlet flew forward first, grabbing onto the shoulder of the professor and shoving her with impressive strength against the stone wall of the dorm. Clarent materialized second within the palm of her right hand. With one motion, she pressed the length of the blade against her neck with green eyes aflame with rage. The helm she previously wore had long began disassembled; the parts that made the fierce helm now set into the armor as pieces of adornment.

❝ You SNAKE of a woman, ❞ Mordred hissed out with loathing. ❝ Look me in the eye if you dare. Do you have any IDEA who I am? If I see you disrespect my seat at that cursed Round Table again, know that I, Mordred, heir of the King of Knights, will personally slit your throat and let your blood drain out like the pig you are. ❞

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( Iskandar demanded I suggest all of these, sorry he's a grown child ): 🏊‍♀️ - Go swimming | 🚿 - Have a water gun fight | 🎈 - Have a water balloon fight | 🍦 - Get some ice cream | 🎢 - Go to an amusement park | 🎮 - Go to the arcade: they have air conditioning after all.

🏊‍♀️ - Go swimming🚿 - Have a water gun fight🎈 - Have a water balloon fight🍦 - Get some ice cream🎢 - Go to an amusement park🎮 - Go to the arcade: they have air conditioning after all.

It was difficult to match the energy of the man known as the King of Conquerors. With his list of activities he presented to the knight, it was of little surprise that it would come across as some sort of challenge to be overcome by her.

   There day was rather one well spent, and Mordred herself found that being able to reach the end of the day was a feat worth of praise. Early morning swimming followed by the beach erupting into a modern war zone filled with plastic and colorful water guns ( a detail that much to Mordred’s surprise, she found many Servants joining in on –– including her father ) which included water balloons to serve as area control. It all ended with a round of ice cream between everyone as a mutual peace offering, and once more Iskander had whisked off Mordred for yet another event.

   She was thankful when she followed the towering Rider into the grasps of something he called an “arcade”. The air was icy there, a welcome relief from the summer heat after spending the late afternoon dashing to and fro amongst the crowded avenues of an amusement park –– a place where she found Iskander to have a penchant for conquering the most fearsome of rollercoasters. It was a detail Mordred approved of earlier with a smile that was somewhere between the lines of charming and intimidating.

   ❝ Look there, Rider –– that one with the red and blue guns. I think it’s some sort of hunting simulator, ❞ Mordred pointed out. ❝ Let’s try that one. ❞ There appeared a glimmer of mischief captured within her green eyes, as if she were attempting to goad him.

If only there was a game here that involved swords… she would have to search for one. Spending the early evening besting Iskander at what she did best would be a triumphant end to this day, but in the end, what was important was that she found yet another friend in the great ruler of the Macedonia.

@valiantbcrn  ϟ  summer fun.

#broskander is my bff #[ ask. ]

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She was certainly an odd friend to have –– that much Mordred knew for certain. Eyes like the tropic waters beyond were fixated on the strange way she seemed to float about as if gravity refused to bind her to the earth. Oryou-san was a mystery indeed; once whose mystery was a force in itself, as that what was originally drew Mordred to her.

   But, the knight inevitably enjoyed her company for someone who spoke very little, and for when she did, very strangely. There was something about her presence that she enjoyed and felt comforted by. What that common ground was –– ? Mordred lacked any idea of what that could be, but she felt no need to know either.

   What mattered was that she found a someone whom she could enjoy, and a quiet moment shared between friends over soft-serve ice cream ( she had chosen cherry ) beneath gentle palms swaying in the summer breeze. Sunlight poured through the gaps of the palm leaves, speckling their skin. It was peaceful here, but not entirely quiet. The sounds of others engaged in a game of volleyball drifted over the hedge, and further on, the clear waves lapped against the pale sand.

   ❝ Hey, Oryou-san, ❞ Mordred spoke up. ❝ After this, want to go join that volleyball game? I bet you could punch that ball pretty hard, and win the game. ❞

A simple offer, but one she hoped Oryou-san would agree to. She shared a gentle smile before returning to her ice cream, just rescuing a rivulet of magenta from dripping onto her fingers.

@oryousan  ϟ  summer fun.

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HE'S GOING TO SIT HERE AND HE'S GOING TO BE ANNOYING.

❝ I’ve done one rebellion against a perfect king –– and I can sure as HELL give you one if you don’t GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! ❞

@grailedpharaoh​  ϟ  unprompted.

#KILL BILL SIRENS!!! #[ ask. ]

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I wish I was in a more summer mood, but it’s rather difficult when it’s chilly & bitter in Australia ! I wish it was summer here ;v;

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A surfboard is balanced against Mordred’s hip as she walks by, her steps light with excitement to reach the waters sooner. Verdant eyes are round with joy — a rare sight for the knight — before she catches a glimpse of the king, her father, and stops dead in her tracks. “Father! I — I’m just borrowing Prydwen! You’ll get it back!“

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【 ♕ 】- Indeed, it was rather rare of her to be blessed by her child’s bright eyes and up-turned lips. With that familiar tool in hand, sea-foam irises would follow as Mordred made her way towards the calming blue waves that would crash against the land repeatedly. Though the King was silent, the Knight seemed to have spotted her and stopped in her tracks before exclaiming that she would be borrowing Prydwen - a property from her very own royal vault.

Though the treasure’s purpose was not for Mordred to use it as a surfboard, but more so as a ship or a shield - Artoria had decided to stay quiet on this matter. After all, her smile and joy was far more important than a mere object within her possession. Looking at the sky to admire how blue it was and to make sure that there were no signs of rain, the King would eventually shift her focus back to her.

“As long as you promise me to be safe out there — you may use Prydwen for as long as you wish.” 

Her tone was firm and yet sprinkled with hints of tenderness, her subtle grin would brush off any signs of harshness involved. Surely - it would be fine for one day, just one day where their worries could be washed away…into the oceans of the past. 

#rica's writing is always a treasure #[ treasures. ] #[ ✧. ▸ the too perfect king of knights: ARTORIA. ]

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