#flodeuyn

[gcldenking-blog]

[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .

@flodeuyn | from x

       ♚ ▌█ THEY’D BEEN READING FOR HOURS, though he was uncertain of how many—time had grown nighirrelevant for the ancient king. It seemed both he and Merlin had grownaccustomed to one another’s company over the past few months.

       Thoughthe Kingmaker had certainly grown bolder.

       Theoffer hadn’t necessarily been expected, but Gil was hardly surprised at it allthe same. Merlin was a half-blood incubus after all and—much like his ancestors—hefed off the emotions and dreams of those around him. It was likely far moreefficient to do so while in physical contact with whomever happened to catch hiseye, if the Wise King of Uruk were to venture a guess.

       Andto be honest, the blond was perhaps even more exhausted than usual—he’d felthimself beginning to drift in an out of an uneasy slumber as he attempted to readthe tome opened upon his lap. Perhaps that was part of what had prompted the ‘GrandCaster’ to so openly offer his own self as a pillow.

       Anamused sound escaped the faux magus, ❝How bold of you, to think yourself worthyof having this king lay upon you.❞ Gilgamesh paused momentarily as heconsidered the offer. He had to admit he was tempted, despite knowing exactlywhat the other was. It would be mutually beneficial for them, as Merlin seemedto have been having difficulty sustaining himself since arriving on this mysteriousisland, and the other’s lap would likely serve as an adequate pillow for the ancient king. Perhaps he would have a decent night’s sleep for once...

       ❝Youmay rejoice, I’m feeling generous,❞ he replied at length before letting out a tiredsigh. Placing a bookmark between the pages, Gil closed the tome before setting itaside. Resituating himself, the male decided to sprawl out on the couch they’d beensharing. Head now resting upon the incubus’s lap. 

       Sharp, albeit weary, garneteyes opened and glanced up at the other’s face, monitoring his expression. ❝ You appear to be seeking out more reasons for physical contact lately. Howlong has it been since you last fed properly, Maker of Kings?❞ he inquired teasingly,lips quirked into a lazy smirk.

[avalonianking-blog]

the sound of merlin's laughter can be heard from the background. will he be of any help in this situation? absolutely not. will he enjoy every moment of it from the safety of a given distance? absolutely he will.

ever the noble guardian, aren’t you

[rosridire-blog]

[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap ( / i am cackling into the void. just so you know. )

 @flodeuyn | [ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap. | from x

       〚 ♘ 〛  ❝ … ?!❞

         For longer thanhe was proud of, Diarmuid could only stare in shock.

        ❝I have nointention of sitting in your lap, Merlin,❞  he declined, cheeks a bright redfrom having been flustered so. It was bad enough they barely knew one another,let alone having the MAGUS OF FLOWERS flirt with(?) and/or tease him so boldly…

       This was the manwhom had helped raise the KING OF KNIGHTS, the Celt reminded himself. He wasnot… what he had expected.

[lancerofclay]

"... I have a question for you, clay warrior." Merlin approaches, amused and a little curious. Having met Kingu during the Singularity, he couldn't help but be curious - this one had different eyes, "are you the aggressive one? Or the semi-aggressive one which adores nature?" Was it a clear question? No. A clear answer? Likely not. But Merlin was curious. ( / i've been meaning to throw him at you for forever, so? hello! /laughs- i'm sorry it took so long to say hello~ )

Apparently this stranger knew Kingu, but not well enough to tell them apart. Enkidu was not sure that they could tell them apart from that information. Both of them were aggressive. Enkidu loved nature, yes, but they were unaware of Kingu’s opinion on the matter. 

How did this person know them anyway? Another summoning? Was this Chaldea again? They weren’t made for this. They pointed at themself. 

“I am Enkidu?” 

[kyngearthur]

a note and a box would be settled neatly outside of the Lancer's door. the note containing a rather excited message about "merry christmas and a happy new year" in alternating calligraphy and colors. handmade, clearly. inside was filled with tiny, tiny, folded flowers - origami. and? the box had a neatly baked and decorated cheesecake. ( / i attempted to send this to you once before - but i'm gonna assume tumblr ate it. in better interest of merlin forever being late to stuff. /laughs- )

                                                     ❀ ❀ ❀

@flodeuyn​​ 

      HE DID NOT STORM IN WITH A THOUSAND-FLOWER FLURRY, as she suspected he would. Arturia could not begin to fathom why he’d hesitated on simply entering with his usual fanfare when he’d the freedom of trespassing whenever he’d liked. ( A reckless form of endangerment he’d scold, most likely. ) She may have come to miss his intrusive episodes during the days she’d wake late, before she employed chambermaids to tend her beck and calls, as well as her messy bedhead. The mass of signature braids coiled ‘round her crown do miss his prim finishes.

      “Merlin, did you do all this yourself?” She spoke to no one in particular. Silence answered, reminding her of their placement here and their inability to cloak themselves at whim. Still, the tips of her ears tensed, as if patiently awaiting his last-minute entry. Finally, she accepts reality and immerses herself in the aroma of vanilla. Was he always a baker, she wondered? If so, shame on him for not relieving Camelot’s pâtissiers from their duties. The Knights would have grossly enjoyed such sweets in secret.

      Nevertheless, only she would enjoy the privilege today. Sampling a smidge of the cake, she moves about and nestles a bed of the origami flowers within a glass box. It contained only her tiara, but it’d long been lonely without its accompanying regalia. With this, however, its look was complete.

                       Come to think of it, were they not in possession of phones? While she could scarcely care for the contraption on regular days, she couldn’t restrain herself from browsing her list of available contacts until his name appeared. 

  ⮑   ＭＥＲＬＩＮ：              Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪғᴛ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘɪᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, Mᴇʀʟɪɴ?               I ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ; ɪᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪsᴛ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ,              I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴsɪsᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ.              Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʟᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ? Wᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ              ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴘᴀᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs. 

[isolaradiale]

on prior reserve, here is Caster (Merlin) from Fate/Grand Order. his application and stats can be found along the right-hand sidebar, a bit under the icons. stats is the third one from the bottom labeled "stats", or "/stats" on the blog. the application can be found second from the bottom labeled "application", or "/app" on the blog. ooc contact will be sent separately. thank you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Merlin!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 329.

You will retain your clairvoyance, which can be used once per day to see an inconsequential event. You will also be given a wooden staff.

– mod altair.

[originlist]

“i was under the impression you dealt with heroes and kings, not with whatever i am. unless you have a core base to donate to me, i don’t know why you’ve dropped by.” // @flodeuyns​

[cursedcrest-a2]

a sigh. “ you’re late . . . ” marianne’s eyes are always kind, always calm- always gentle. they hold the small being that is cath palug in their arms, gently scratching it’s fluffy head with their sharp nails.  “ did you oversleep ? ”

@flodeuyns​. mari starter call.

[moonlightmagus]

hey dear can you bring me my staff i'm having a bit of trouble </3 that arrogant man really took a lot out of me. you don't need to worry about him anymore, by the way!

"Of all the things, you could ever say to me, Papa. Do you really need to do this to me?" She still hands the staff to them but is utterly disgusted.

[nulltune]

[blackrder]

♡ starter for @flodeuyns​  ♡

                                    𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: the paladin’s arrival is an orchestra, a magician’s colorful trick, all boisterous exuberance and luminous glissandos. they feel caught up in a current of merriment, swept up and carried away on sumptuous gentle waves for long have they yearned for a conversation with the illustrious mage. like a perfumer’s garden abound with the loveliest blossoming trees, chaldea’s full with such distractingly enchanting figures! they have not had the occasion to meet up too often with the elegant caster and it is downright lamentable! but they are on the cusp of mending that wrong! besides, the other, from what astolfo has glimpsed every now and then, seems to be in possession of a wealth of knowledge and poise, both of which they are ever eager to pick up on and attain whenever the chance presents itself. not only that, but the caster has never rebuffed their mindless aimless conversations or their supposedly volatile bursts of energy. like a wayward feather blown by precipitous wind, they float over to them, radiant and beaming, a little shy, but their shoulders squared with soft plucky determination. the mage of flowers has invariably conveyed a fragrance of kinship as sweet as honeysuckle and summer afternoons and the enthralling beauty of humanity itself. with eyes as bright as polished coins, the paladin study the other, their glossy lips pursed in thoughtful consideration that is perhaps only slightly unusual. however, when they speak, their voice is a high lilt embellished with a musical note. 

                                    ❝   caster! you’ve dealt with lots and lots of kings and rulers and matriarchs and others in high positions of power, right? so, you must have plenty of experience, especially when it comes to guiding and counseling, but you know, those are all assumptions so if i’m wrong, please feel free to correct me on any of those accounts! i promise i shall take it to heart and i won’t ever make the same error again!   ❞   they pause after such an exclamation, a dusting of a blush climbing up their cheeks, a giggle spilling past their lips.   ❝   although, i might forget so don’t hold me to that promise as you might with anyone else. i shall try to the best of my abilities! but oh, look at me, running my mouth off without getting to the point!   ❞   they grin toothily, good-naturedly, taken over by crisp bashfulness, which they bravely and expertly push against.   ❝   in your informed opinion, what makes a great king? and how would one strive to be so? i’m sorry to burden you with such a loaded question, but i suppose that is part and parcel of life, wouldn’t you say?       ❞

[gcldenking-blog]

starter call | @flodeuyn

        ﴾ ♚ ﴿ THE ANCIENT KING COULDN’T HELP BUT SIGH in aggravation as another attempt to summon one of his magical staves resulted in him retrieving yet another the offensive shoes from his treasury. Whoever had affected his glorious Golden Capital in such a way would most certainly have hell to pay once he managed to properly access the damn thing…

       And who the hell designed this monstrosity of a shoe anyway? Ugh. If they hadn’t already been executed, Caster would make sure they paid their due for unleashing such an atrocity into society.

       Proceeding to toss the useless object over his shoulder, Gilgamesh heard it collide with a peculiar thud. That… certainly didn’t sound like the wall or floor. Ruby eyes glanced back to see what the item had struck only to see a familiar figure he hadn’t been expecting. (Yet at the same time, he couldn’t say he was surprised.)

       The Magus of Flowers was at least preferable to the undead that were currently overrunning the streets. Thankfully, it seemed this secluded niche was still safe for the time being. The perpetually exhausted king could feel his fatigue truly catching up with him now. Using his gates so freely appeared to have drained a substantial amount of his—now rather limited—mana supply. Thus, why he’d chosen to take a brief reprieve from finding a proper stronghold.

       Unapologetic, the blond stately simply, ❝ I see you’ve been summoned here as well, Merlin. Am I correct in assuming your skills have also been sealed? ❞

[avalonianking-blog]

“so this is how i die.” ( / what an way for these two to run into one another? merlin finding himself in trouble - probably because of the zombies or something? go wild. /nods- )

Watching the car roll down the hill after he’d set it in motion, he thought for a second how it wasn’t a technique of which he was terribly proud. However, given the impossible situation laid out before him and the resources at his disposal, it was the only course he could take. Barreling down the short hill as fast as it might, Saber followed in its wake, using the makeshift battering ram to clear out the pack of living dead that had the man pinned to the wall.

Several of the things fell underfoot as it plowed through, but some were left standing---but not too many that couldn’t be made quick work of with the wooden sword at the Heroic Spirit’s side.

Like a silver bolt in blue, he struck them down in a flurry that didn’t speak of the mild weariness that had begun to settle in on him. He couldn’t count the number of ventures he’d made into the fray looking for those he could shepherd to safety, but it didn’t matter---so long as he was able to do it, he would protect those he could. Though this one seemed to be in bad shape, even being a Servant as he was,  it wasn’t beyond him to save him. That was what he truly believed.

When he’d finally stunned the last of them and sent him sprawling, he finally took the time to look at the wounded man. Something about his appearance struck him strange, but he realized he had little time to dwell on it. He knelt beside the Servant and took his arm across his own shoulder’s, helping him to his feet. 

“No time to tarry here, friend. We’ve both some life left in us.” He offered a small smile he prayed seemed hopeful. “Can you manage to hold on just a bit longer? There’s a place you can take your rest in peace not far from here.”

[oldestking]

@flodeuyns​ replied ; 100 intelligence 0 wisdom vs 0 intelligence 100 wisdom

says the wizard-

[gemsofchaldea]

@flodeuyns​ is being subjected to suffering:

“Hola~! Since SOMEBODY doesn’t want to put on a show with me, it’s up to you! I’m sure you’d love to help me entertain the audience, no?”

[wolfkcst]

throws a snowball directly at their face

Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!! @flodeuyns​

            A small grunt and stumbling back was gained from the viking, but after wiping the snow off and realizing who it was the wolf-kissed took that as a challenge. Eivor laughed, a grin on their lips as they moved to casually bundle up snow in their hands - packing it into a ball.                           ❝Oh, you choose the wrong one to pick a snowball fight with, my friend.❞             With that, they threw the snowball right at their face with just as much power from their arm alone.