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Okay, it’s empty right now but go follow kingoftaintedtoys while I reblog headcanons to it and stuff…

I REPEAT, THIS BLOG IS NOT KINGOFTAINTEDTOYS ANYMORE — GO FOLLOW THE NEW ONE.

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Okay, it’s empty right now but go follow kingoftaintedtoys while I reblog headcanons to it and stuff…

I REPEAT, THIS BLOG IS NOT KINGOFTAINTEDTOYS ANYMORE — GO FOLLOW THE NEW ONE.

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I'm not sure how to make this more clear to people without help so if you guys could reblog this that would be really helpful.

Okay, it’s empty right now but go follow kingoftaintedtoys while I reblog headcanons to it and stuff…

I REPEAT, THIS BLOG IS NOT KINGOFTAINTEDTOYS ANYMORE — GO FOLLOW THE NEW ONE.

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Okay, it's empty right now but go follow kingoftaintedtoys while I reblog headcanons to it and stuff...

I REPEAT, THIS BLOG IS NOT KINGOFTAINTEDTOYS ANYMORE -- GO FOLLOW THE NEW ONE.

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I'm working on it right now.

it’s not that I want to unfollow blogs but I’m following so many that I don’t get anyone I like on my dash, ever.

i reeeeallly need to make a new account for Logan don’t I…

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it's not that I want to unfollow blogs but I'm following so many that I don't get anyone I like on my dash, ever.

i reeeeallly need to make a new account for Logan don't I...

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when you go to unfollow someone but they don't have an unfollow button on their blog

what witchery is this

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Rᴘ Bʟᴏɢ ғᴏʀ Zᴇᴠʀᴀɴ Aʀᴀɪɴᴀɪ [ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ﹕ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴs]

❝— α drop deαd ѕprιɴт ғroм тнe dαy нe'ѕ вorɴ, ѕтrαιɢнт ιɴтo нιѕ Mαĸer'ѕ αrмѕ❞

☠ indie, selective ☠ crossovers/ocs welcome  ☠ triggers, ships, misc. tagged ☠ will rp regardless of style ☠ mun is drama-free and courteous ☠ skype available on request

Bℓσg | Aвσυт | Aѕк | Rυℓєѕ | Aʀт Ƈʀєɗιт

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Just because I roleplay with others who portray the same character as you does not mean that I value you any less!

If you RP a canon character, there will be a lot of blogs with your same character, and each of them will portray that character a bit differently. Most indie blogs are multi-verse and multi-ship. There is no need to feel jealous or “replaced” when you see your partner interacting with a different blog that portrays your character.

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♔ - Logan watched as a bemused expression crossed the elf's face--briefly, granted, but it was evident that something the king had said caught him off guard. And as their strange conversation continued, it seemed neither of them were likely to fit the other's expectations of what a tyrant or an assassin should be.

When Zevran finally spoke once more, he came out of the half-shadows and Logan was finally able to get a good look at him for the first time. Blond and handsome... again, not what he thought of when he thought assassin. Regardless of his looks, however, there was still a good chance the Crow would dive for him the first chance he got; keeping this in mind, Logan tensed as he came closer still.

"Another question, then, if you will indulge me." Logan took note of Zevran's smug smile, and sneered in return--if he meant to make a game of this, to see how far he could push, he would be sorely disappointed. For all Logan's failings, he was stubborn and would not give the assassin the satisfaction of seeing him crack. 

"It seems I do not have a choice," he mumbled, stepping around his table ( a large map of Albion ) with a quiet snort. As Zevran continued, Logan tried to feign apathy--he truly did, if only for his own sake, but the elf's question was jarring. What noble, and from what nation, would dare--? The worth of a country--of Albion! Logan could not help but wonder just how much gold this thug thought it was worth--certainly more than it actually was!

But he said none of that; he simply strode past Zevran, past the desk, to glare out one of the study's tall windows. He left his back vulnerable to an attack--whether this was subconscious or a complete accident could not be said. 

Why have you not called for aid? That implied that the assassin had guessed there was something coming--and Logan had already made it plain enough. Why hold back now?

He was quiet as he spoke, though there was an unspeakable rage ( coupled with a heavy hopelessness ) threatening the calm surface of each word. "Who would help me? I am, after all, a tyrant. That is what they call me, isn't it? 'Pig.' I am not ignorant of it. Albion is an isolated nation. Why would the ruler of any other country seek to send me aid--would yours?

                                                     ...I thought not."

"No?" The assassin echoed as if somewhat surprised and then fell silent, as if giving the other man a few long moments to recant.  

Despite his statement, he had expected perhaps some degree of self righteousness, arrogant presumption… a sense of entitlement considering his station. There was a touch of each of them in his mark’s manner, to be true. And yet, beneath it all, there was a helpless, grim sort of earnestness that seemed to give life to the shadows in his eyes, that draped the other man’s spare frame poorly, an ill-fitting garment of words where nothing spoken would truly fit his needs.

The king still had made no move to summon his guards, and as this odd encounter stretched on, it did not appear as though he would.

"Hmm. Another question, then, if you will indulge me." Smiling suddenly, the impulse to push rising, Zevran folded his arms behind himself and paced as he spoke, his gradual avenue of approach calculated and deliberately casual.

"You know what I am." That was a statement, and he watched Logan through the veil of his long lashes, his eyes hooded and faintly challenging. "If not from where. Would it surprise you to know that I had been paid very nearly the worth of a country, of this country, to take your life?”

And then, more quietly as he paused on the other side of an expansive desk, only a few feet away. “Why have you not called for aid?”

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Honestly, I don't have that many followers--and I might do it. But it is not a project for today.

I am just following too many blogs on Ruber’s account… it’s really getting to the point where I’m seriously considering making this blog an archive and giving Logan a separate account, but I don’t know, that’s so much work and I’d lose all my followers?

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I am just following too many blogs on Ruber's account... it's really getting to the point where I'm seriously considering making this blog an archive and giving Logan a separate account, but I don't know, that's so much work and I'd lose all my followers?

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rp blog for King Logan of Fable III

— ”ι’νє ѕєєη ωнαт мυѕт вє ∂σηє, αη∂ ησтнιηg ωιℓℓ ѕтαη∂ ιη му ωαу…”

☬ indie & semi-seletive

☬ crossovers and ocs welcome!

☬ mun is friendly & courteous, avoids drama

☬ mun and muse both 18+

☬ tags triggers — tags everything!

☬ will rp with you regardless of formatting, icons, play style, etc.

                                      вℓσg ♔ αѕк  ♔  αвσυт

art by captainevander

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it was   { R E A L }     wasn’t it?          ———- you & me.

 such a long time ago, we were just a couple of KIDS.  but we really                 l o v e d ;                   each other, didn’t we?

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♔ - The finger at his temple pressed harder as Walter continued--people were unhappy, the kingdom was a mess; these were things Logan already knew, and he could not help but wonder why his adviser was making such a point of telling him something he already knew. Do you think that I am blind? Stupid? he might have said on a worse day--but, given the circumstances, he heard Walter through to the end.

Finally, the old man got to his actual proposal. A vacation? Now? And in Millfields, so far away from the city? The very thought was raising his blood pressure. Vacation. Vacation! The king wanted to know why all of his staff seemed to be more concerned about his health and not the state of their country.

He supposed they had no way of knowing that Albion was in dire straits. Still, he thought he'd made it abundantly clear that any inquiries concerning his health or well-being were not encouraged, nor were they welcome. Still. It was Lucille. And it was Walter's phrasing ( "...worried you're going to kill yourself..." ) that caught Logan's attention. He sat up a little straighter. His sister had been less than a year old when their mother had taken her own life in desperation, but he had no doubts that it still hurt her. Mouth pressed into a grim line, the king dwelt on this silently for a few moments.

He wasn't that far from the city; if anything changed drastically, he'd still be the first to know about it... again, Walter's words flashed through his mind.

"Mm. Only a few days..? Very well," he finally said, standing from the throne and descending the steps to meet his adviser.

"Sorry to bother you sir," Walter replied, definitely noting the Kings restraint to snap -which he was proud of! "I just came from your sisters room. Seems she has been rather in the dumps lately. Jasper too." He said, attempting to keep from coming right out.

Walter never really was one to talk Logan into doing anything, it was always the Princess -most likely because Logan had acted as if he were her father since their mother and father passed. But he knew that if he worded it right, maybe the King's mood wouldn't spoil and he wouldn't find himself walking out of the throne room with ringing ears.

"The Kingdom has been rather slow with the Industrial boom and well...the reforms." He replied. Balls! Walter you're botching it! He thought, running his fingers through his hair as he stared at the floor for a moment. He wasn't sure if this next thing would make the King agree to taking the vacation, or make him snap, but he had to try.

"Lucille has been worried. She thinks you're stressing yourself out too hard. Your absence at dinner has her worried you're going to kill yourself over ruling Albion. So I thought I'd propose a vacation. A well deserved one. At Millfields?" He questioned, letting his hand drop to his side once more as he looked up at the king. "Only for a few days of course. Just enough to make her see you're not going to spontaneously combust." He smiled.

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;You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

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