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Alright here I am with a proper(ish) promo! Kirin again, this time with a multimuse, for all my muses: Santa Alter Altria Pendragon, Lancer Alter Arthuria Pendragon, Sakata Kintoki, and Ritsuka Fujimaru! Give a like/reblog if you’re interested and I’ll check you out!

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[cursedprotector-a]

🍺 - Latler, how do you feel about Bedivere?

@fatefulones

"Did I not answer this question before?" Amusement crossed their features, before a pensive expression replaced the previous expression. "Well...lately I have been finding myself turning to his company. I find myself not minding thoughts of being intimate with Sir Bedivere, nor with considering becoming lovers. Only..."

A look of intense loathing appeared. "Would he be interested in the current me? I am a fell thing in this form, corrupted and disgraced. My mind is often adrift and I admit I am poor company. It would better if I did not exist. For the current me who has committed such sins...he is too good for me."

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[cursedprotector-a]

Look into my eyes Lalter for Bedivere

I see:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

You’re:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

You:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

[cursedprotector-a]

       I’m the worst kind of monster:

   The kind that comes with a pretty face

               A cold heart

        And a reason to be that way.

[cursedprotector-a]

[cursedprotector-a]

“My silence holds a plethora of syllables I am too afraid to say.”

— thoseshotsthough (via wnq-writers)

[cursedprotector-a]

@fatefulones for uwu

[cursedprotector-a]

" If I’m vinegar, then you must be baking soda, because you make me feel all bubbly inside! "

@dekirukoto​​

Upon hearing Makoto’s pick up line, the Lancer froze for a moment in incredulity before bursting into laughter.  It was not even that funny, really, but for some reason they could not stop laughing, head tilted back as they had to lean against the wall to support themselves. It was some minutes before their laughter gradually petered out; there was a rare carefree smile on their face as Lalter teased,”If you are vinegar and I am baking soda, then are you saying we react well together?”

[cursedprotector-a]

"My King!" Bedivere snapped his fingers in front of Lalter's face. It seemed they have drifted off again, to what the Knight would never understand. "Are you alright?"

@fatefulsixtet

Having been listening to Bedivere one moment, a vision had settled in the next, the Lancer's eyes growing unfocused and their expression blanking. The Saber's snap was a throwing a stone into a lake; the vision was disrupted, dissipating into ripples like a dream while the king started. They looked around for a moment, collecting their bearings before nodding. "My apologies, Sir Bedivere. It is...a side effect of being in this form. As you were saying?"

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Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  @fatefulsixtet

Their first impression of your muse: "So he has arrived as well..."

Current impression: "Despite everything...it is a relief to have him here. He helps ground me and keep my thoughts focused."

Are they attracted to your muse?: "Attracted? Perhaps...?"

Something they find frightening about your muse: "If he were to leave...could I handle his absence?"

Something they find adorable about your muse: "His blush is...cute. I wonder if I could make him blush more?"

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: "It is not the duty of a king to die for their knight...but I would."

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: "A romantic date? I wonder if he would want to, but I am not adverse to the idea."

One word my muse would use to describe yours: "Soothing."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: "No. Not only is it a break of decorum, I also see no need to."

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: "...If he is not disgusted by the idea, then I could."

[cursedprotector-a]

Picks Makoto up bridal style where he doesn't get stabbed by their armor and also gets to use Lalter's boobs as a pillow and takes him to his bed.

   He’s out cold. Apparently someone hasn’t had a regular sleep schedule lately.

[cursedprotector-a]

BUSTS DOWN DOOR after a great and informative convo on dscord I now have a possible explanation for why Lalter is so CrypticTM all the time: Being the wielder of the Rhongomyniad and also cursed by the Grail, it is possible they got a little too close to the Root and ended up developing a form of Clairvoyance. The Grail is connected to the Root after all, and so is Rhongomyniad. With both artifacts affecting Lalter's Spirit Origin, it is possible the Root affected Lalter as well.

They can't control it however, and because they aren't Divine and weren't trained to deal with Clairvoyance either, they often can't tell whether or not they are seeing a vision or undergoing present events. As a result, it is possible their bond lines are referring to something they did in the future or even possibly something a past wielder of Rhongomyniad did (I assume there are past wielders anyways). It may even be possible they can see parallel worlds or timelines where they did something there? This is just my hypothesis anyways hdhdhdd

[cursedprotector-a]

"You did well today, Artoria." The young Master insisted on using Lalter's first name without honorifics or title. The effort was intended to solidify a close relationship between her and her Servants. Along with... "Here, have these and relax a while. Emiya-kun made a lot more than this, though, so feel free to ask for more." Ritsuka sat down a large platter full of hamburgers that the cook had given him next to the Alter with a kind smile.

@wassupmaster

The Lancer glanced upon their Master, slightly curious as to why Ritsuka was so friendly today. They nodded however, taking a hamburger and eating it without much ceremony. "It is merely my duty to smash apart any obstacles in your way. Thank you for the hamburgers, however. They are delicious." A good conversationalist the king was not; instead, they were concentrated on eating the hamburgers, steadily demolishing the pile.

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The king shook their head. "No; at most it feels a little irritating. The scales are a manifestation of my bloodline and magic, and will not hurt me unless I turn against myself."

Watching the Assassin's reaction to their form was...nostalgic. It reminded Arthuria of their younger days when they and Guinevere were not yet betrothed. Ah, but this Guinevere was from that time, or near about. The king found themselves lost in thought seeing their queen's fascination, and before they realized it, their other hand had reached upwards to softly stroke the other's cheek.

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Seeing the Assassin being so curious over her new traits was both a surprise and a relief. Lalter nodded, extending an arm towards Guinevere. Despite being rather uncertain of how to treat the other Servant, the Lancer trusted Guinevere, allowing her to examine her arm.

The scales were small and sleek, clustered in dense patches and revealing pale skin here and there. Reflecting the light from overhead, they appeared to shine like gems, their dark blue color causing them to resemble sapphires. As Guinevere watched, the scales on the Lancer’s arm slowly expanded and coalesced together, pushing up and out to form the gauntlet normally on the king’s arm.

Like a child with a new toy, Guinevere’s eyes practically lit up the moment the lancer gave her permission. It was amazing to see how almost seamless the scales and the skin came together as though they were one and the same. So this was why the armor was so form fitting. It was a part of them.

She watched as the scales moved and grew, shifting beneath her touch. “Is it painful?” 

[cursedprotector-a]

The French queen cared about them? The Lancer doubted it, but did not move away. The hand holding was...nice, although they couldn't feel it much with their gauntlet on. "I...am not too fond of sweets. They are a bit disagreeable for me." Not only were sweets difficult to taste, when the king did taste the flavors, it was often nauseating. "If you wish to accompany me however, I will not stop you."

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“I prefer spending my time with people that I care about though! That does include you, Artoria!” The Queen smiles sweetly, the blush on her face a dusted pink as she kept the hand holding. Her palm was nice and warm, unlike the many cold and clammy hands of other servants, hers were also quite soft. 

“You MUST like company at least once in a while! I promise i’m not a bother! Do you like sweets? Those always make me happy when i’m down!” 

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no addressing our problems we downward spiral like men