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So here’s the deal

I am converting this blog in a multimuse for most of my Fate muses! This is gonna really pair down my stress and increase my activity for them, I swear!

You see the URL change above. Simple.

As for who is here…so far it is:

Gawain

Iskander

Rama

Fionn

Thor

Gilgamesh and Avenger get to keep their blogs because, well, I’m so easily active on them. The others are the ones I wanna be more active on but I just can’t manage so many blogs. So you’ll be seeing a lot more of here!

Thanks for bearing with me guys!

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Fortune

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AU, OC, Multi-fandom Friendly

8 Years roleplaying experience; 3 on Tumblr

Mun is 21+

The King of Conquerors

      Law of Macedonia

                 “What is it you need?”

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Hey there fate fandom, Siegs here with an astounding lack of self control a brand new blog for the one and only Francis Drake of Fate/Extra and Fate/Grand Order! Give this post a reblog if you’d like to interact and I’ll check out your blog!

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obdurcte:

       This wasn’t an unfamiliar scene. Once upon a time, he had been in Atsuko’s position, cradling the same relic with a reverence he didn’t understand until later. At least it was borrowed in her case and not stolen. He would have been forgiving had she taken it without permission, but he would have reprimanded her to hell and back until she understood the mistake she had made. It was the last piece he possessed of his dear friend; he would be able to forgive if it granted him a chance to see Iskandar again.

       Hand falling away from her shoulder, he took a step back, nostalgia washing over him. “Atsuko,” her name was uttered upon seeing that familiar silhouette conjure from thin air, a teacher’s pride resounding in the way it was spoken. There was never any thought that she would fail, but being able to see what she was capable of – It was a remarkable sight to behold. To watch something, someone manifest from nothing more than relic and her own power, the feeling was different from when he had been a Master to the same Servant. He could feel the ground quake beneath his feet, the trees bend and shake from the forces pulling the heroic spirit to their world, and that voice –

       El-Melloi did not wait to be addressed, taking a knee out of respect for being in the presence of a King. Dark hair cascaded toward the ground as he bowed his head, only peering up when he heard that word. Boy… Boy? He had understood the sentiment when he was younger, but his appearance did not resemble a small child at all! It was impossible to huff or complain when this moment was granted to him after waiting so long. “I am the girl’s professor,” he answered, pushing long strands away from his face, “She is your Master this time.”

For a moment those crimson eyes went so wide. There was only one man they could be reminded of when they saw those crimson hues with catlike pupils - Gilgamesh. Yes, her eyes were so incredibly like his, weren’t they? The way those catlike slits expanded and contracted could remind both of them of none other. Yet she had no idea of the recollection of that Gilded King that her eyes would stir in them. But her breath caught in her throat as he stepped from the ether into the room. Those pupils expanded and contracted in fascination, and her hand came to her chest - where crimson command seals hid under her sweater.

He was more than she ever could have imagined - even with what the professor had told her of him. She could never have pictured, or imagined, the way he looked, the feeling of his presence. He was so tall, and the very sense of him was enormous. It took her breath away, stole a few of her heartbeats. 

She took a deep breath and steeled herself, looking up (WAY UP!!!) to meet Iskander’s eyes with a burning, fiery determination. “Yes,” she said incredibly firmly. “I am your master. My name is Atsuko. Atsuko Daidouji. Head and sole remaining member of the Daidouji family. I would like to form a pact with you – Iskander, the King of Conquerors. I do not wish to profess…to be something more than you. For clearly you are more than me. But together…I should seek the Holy Grail alongside you. Does this suit you?” 

This, was, by far, the most humble Waver had ever seen the princess-like Magus. But clearly she was not arrogant. Noble. Regal. Even as she held herself, she was standing with a straight back, and with her neck arched, and meeting the King’s eyes levelly. She was not meek, or mewling. She was seeking an accord as allies with her Servant. And not putting herself above or below him in a great measure. 

Still as she stood and wished to treat with him, he could see that undying determination burning in those eyes so eerily similar to the man who had killed him in the last war.

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This time? A strange use of phrase. Perhaps it would make sense before long but the professor did seem familiar. Something in his bearing. He fixed his gaze back on his Master, Atsuko. Her eyes caught his attention readily. They were so much like those of the Golden King, almost exactly like them really. The one man to soundly defeat him in battle. They were memories he did not dislike for that campaign had been a glorious venture.

But her eyes had a different light to them. She was fiercely determined and that showed also in how she stood and spoke. Atsuko wanted to work together to seek the Grail, did she?

“Such an arrangement does suit me,” he said. “But tell me, Atsuko, why do you seek the Grail?”

He wanted to hear her reason for entering the War. For seeking such a grand prize.

“And you, professor,” he said to El-Melloi, “still kneeling to me after all this time, Waver?”

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A tug. A spark. Feelings more than just numb emptiness began to flow through him. Then it all came rushing toward him and he was in the middle of a blinding flash of light. The King of Conquerors, the mighty Iskander, took a bold step forth. The fall of his foot to the floor seemed an earthquake as he stepped from the center of the light.

He stood tall and broad, his frame made bigger by the scarlet cape around his shoulders.

There were two standing before him, one would be his prospective Master. The other, the man, seemed somewhat familiar to Rider. The initial summoning always left some slight haze as the knowledge from the Grail settled into place among the Servant’s own memories.

“So, girl,” he said, fixing her with his gaze, “are you to be my Master? And what about you, boy?”

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       Never would El-Melloi want to have one of his students involved in a Grail War. If he could prevent any of them from showing interest, he would have done anything in his power to sway their desire to pursue it, but it would seem he was too late when it came to Atsuko. The young woman had more promise and capability than he ever had at her age. He was overwhelmingly proud to be her professor, yet he would not deny that his concern for her ran deeper than his pride. Those Command Seals upon her chest had sealed her fate, dragged her into a war that he would have never wanted to repeat. There was no regret for what had happened all those years ago, but he did feel a sense of longing when it came to those involved, that conquering fool’s boisterous laughter all too familiar when he recalled on those days.

       Arms crossed over his chest, he stood behind her, features distorted into an indecipherable expression at the sight of the catalyst in her grasp. If he had to place his trust in any Servant to guide his student, there was no doubt whom he would choose. He only wished their meeting would be different. Unfortunate, but people did not always get what they wanted. Wordlessly, El-Melloi placed a hand upon Atsuko’s shoulder.

       “There is no shame in stalling,” he began, stealing a glance to the forest surrounding them.                  “I wasn’t the picture of confidence during my first Summoning.”

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@obdurcte liked for a starter!

“You seem more troubled than usual, boy. What’s eating at you?”

Rider always held a measure of concern for his Master. Particularly since he was, at least, not a Master he was opposed to having. But the look he had was not the usual pensive look he often wore. His face now was a bit more intense. And Rider was not sure what to make of it.

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@motherfuckingconsultingdetective liked for a starter!

“Good afternoon, Ruler!”

Rider greeted the smaller man jovially as he often did to most Servants he had not spoken to before. There was no need to make a rude first impression after all. He must have made for quite the sight with his large frame wedged into one of the comfortable chairs in the room. On the table next to him was a cup of wine and in his hand was a book on rhetoric that was originally penned by Aristotle. It should be no surprise he would still be reading the works of his beloved teacher.

“What brings you here this day?”

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Drop a like for a starter cause I’ve lost most my threads at this point!

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Halsey BADLANDS  Sentence Starters

Castle

“Sick of all these people talking.” “There’s no use crying about it.” “I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.” “Sick of feeling used.” “I probably shouldn’t be so mean.”  

Hold Me Down

“My demons are begging me to open up my mouth.” “I sold my soul to a three-piece.” “He/she told me I was holy.” “This is what I live for.” “I’m helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine.”

New Americana

“Survival of the richest.” “The city’s ours until the fall.” “We don’t feel like outsiders at all.” “ We know very well who we are.” “What kind of dough have you been spending?”

Drive

“I can never keep my eyes off this.” “All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.” “California never felt like home to me.” “It’s bliss.” “Would it really kill you if we kissed?” “All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.”

Hurricane

“There’s a storm you’re starting now.” “I’m a wanderess/wanderer.” “Don’t belong to no city.” “I’m the violence in the pouring rain.” “You tripped on LSD.” “I found myself reminded to keep you far away from me.” “Beggin’ you to save me.” “Well lately, I like ‘em crazy.” “You could devastate me.” “Come and fade me.”

Roman Holiday

“I remember the fear in your eyes.” “Don’t look back.” “And we know that we’re headstrong.” “The timing’s never right.” “I imagine the tears in your eyes.” “Didn’t know where I was running to.” “But I won’t look back.” “We’ll be running again.”

Ghost

“I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.” “I don’t like them innocent.” “I like the sad eyes, bad guys.” “You say that you’re no good for me.” “I hate you when you leave.” “But I like it anyway.” “Where’d you go?” “What happened to the soul that you used to be? “ I know I’m gonna leave him.”

Colors

“You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.” “You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.” “You’re tearing through the pages and the ink.” “Everything is blue.” “Everything is grey.” “Now he’s/she’s/you’re so devoid of color he/she/you don’t know what it means.” “I know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you.” “I’m covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams.”

Strange Love

“Everybody wants to know.” “The ending is the same every damn time.” “They think I’m insane.” “I don’t have to fucking tell them anything.” “That’s the beauty of a secret.” “They can’t believe I made you weak.” “I don’t have to fucking tell them anything.” “I can’t seem to get along with anyone.” “I can’t seem to make this right.” “Well, is this fine? Will it be alright?”

Coming Down

“I found God. I found him in a lover.” “We’re lost somewhere in outer space.” “I’m such a fool for sacrifice.” “It’s coming down.” “He/She told me that I’d never.” “I don’t think he remembers.” “He’s/She’s off to pay his crimes and he’s got no time for mine.” “I’m unforgiven.” “Every single time make a compromise.” “I’m such a fool to pay this price.”

Haunting

“I was as pure as a river but now I think I’m possessed.” “I’ve been cold since you left.” “I’m hoping you could save me now.” “You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.” “I’ve done some things that I can’t speak.” “I’m begging you to keep on haunting me.” “You weren’t looking for me.” “I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave.” “I know you’re gonna keep on haunting me.”

Gasoline

“Are you insane like me?”  “Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?” “You can’t wake up, this is not a dream.” “You are not a human being.” “I think there’s a flaw in my code.” “These voices won’t leave me alone.” “Are you deranged like me?” “Are you strange like me?”

Control

“I sat alone, in bed ‘til the morning.” “They’re coming for me” “My mind’s like a deadly disease.” “I’m meaner than my demons.” “Please stop, you’re scaring me” “Who is in control?” “I couldn’t stand the person inside me. I turned all the mirrors around.” “Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.”

Young God

“You know we’re gonna be legends.” “I know you wanna go to heaven but you’re human tonight” “But do you feel like a young God?” “Don’t get cut on my edges.” “My tongue is a weapon.” “If you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight" “You know the two of us are just young gods.”

 I Walk The Line

“I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.” “Because you’re mine, I walk the line.” “I find it very, very easy to be true.” “I find myself alone when each day is through.” “I’m a fool for you.” “You’ve got a way to keep me on your side.”

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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HISTORY EDITS: Alexander the Great (July 356 BC - June 323 BC)

Alexander III of Macedon, commonly known as Alexander the Great, was king of Macedon and a member of the Argead dynasty. He was born in Pella in 356 BC and succeeded his father Philip II at the age of twenty. He spent most of his ruling years on military campaigns, and created one of the largest empires of the ancient world by the age of thirty, stretching from Greece to northwestern India. He was undefeated in battle until his death in Babylon in 323 BC. 

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✕   Brynhildr smiled upon hearing his answer, casting her eyes down modestly. So he did conquer the world? Or at least, the world as he had known it. How wonderful, a truly great hero. Conquerors and explorers had their place in Valhalla among the most heroic of warriors. The Northmen did not conquer in the traditional sense, but exploration had become something her people were known for. They did discover the New World, after all.

She raised her eyes and gave a small smile again when he began to ask her a question, flattered that a hero as great as he would think to question her on anything… 

        The full measure… 

                         … the thought thrilled her…

“Ooh… Oh, yes, King of Conquerors…,” she answered softy in a dove’s coo, bringing her slowly spinning lance to her side and then raising it towards him. “I request that you use your full strength to combat me… Or else you may not survive… and I may not be able to fully judge your worthiness…”

“Then behold!” he proclaimed, drawing his mighty sword and raising it high. “Witness the might of Iskander, King of Conquerors!”

The wind picked up around them, swirling and howling as magical energy swelled to a mighty pitch. From within Iskander came a blinding light that expanded outward and engulfed both Heroic Spirits and much of the surrounding area. Iskander had drawn them into his reality marble.

Heat and sand were the first things of note within the space. They stood upon an endless desert, the sand stretching every direction to the horizon. The sky above was blue and cloudless as the warm wind blew. Iskander stood before her still but there was mass movement behind him.

A great army marched toward Iskander, toward their kind, who had a broad grin upon his face.

“See them here?” he asked, spreading his arms out wide. “My greatest treasure and legacy! My army of mighty heroes who never knew of defeat upon the battlefield! Each man here a hero in his own right yet still ready to answer my call! Here stand the greatest bonds I ever forged that not even the passing of ages can break and that I can make as real as anything in the world! Stand proud, Daughter of the North, in the face of Ionian Hetaroi!”

A mighty cheer went up from the soldiers while a massive black steed padded toward Iskander. He mounted his old friend and grinned at the Valkyrie once again.

“Stand you ready?”