When she had first been summoned, the young girl had found herself excited. Someone out there had needed her strength - to help protect the world, of all things! However, as time went by, she began to..notice some things. 

Some things being a woman who looked like a perfect replica of herself, if not a bit taller. Arturia Pendragon, the King of Knights, she soon discovered was the woman’s name. What a grand title. Shouldn’t meeting her future self cause some sort of shift in the universe? If it did, it certainly was not obvious. Many strange things had happened in her life, but this would take the top of that list.

Questions and scenario’s had zoomed throughout her mind after discovering, well, herself. What was it like to be king? Did King Arturia know of her presence here?

Was I happy? 

Arturia always pictured it like a family reunion of sorts. She would run over, and give the elder a hug, while the King would smile warmly down upon her and greet Arturia like an old friend. However, that was a naive daydream. If anything, it would be awkward, both probably at a loss of what to do. And yet, she still longed to meet the elder, to listen of her grand adventures, no longer having to admire her from a distance. 

Even though it may end terribly, she yearned for a connection with someone. Chaldea was filled with servants like her, and yet she felt no intimacy with any of them. 

You’ll never know if you don’t take the chance.

Swallowing, Arturia stood abruptly, determination filling her - followed with a twinge of anxiety. If anything, at least she’d have a story to tell when she returned. “Guess what I did today? I met my future self! Haha, crazy right?”

This was going to be an adventure. 

I just want you to know who I am.

ok ok i drew something and actually colored the fucker

i used this palette

and a reference picture

so the pose/idea/whatever isn’t mine and neither are the characters


idk i sort-of just drew this really quick

beware the oc information dump (that is still unfinished oops)

Name: Camille Fontaine, “The Revolutionary”

Date of Birth: February 21, 1765

Date of Death: Presumed June 30, 1794; Actual date unknown

Age: 28 years

Sex: Female

Nationality: French

Birthplace: Paris, France

Hometown: Paris, France

Current Location: Refugee in England

Height: 5’3”

Weight/Build: 115 lbs, thin and lean with toned muscles from sword-fighting and free-running, though more so from being undernourished most of her life.

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Dark brown

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship status: Single

Family: Èlise Fontaine, Mother, Alive; Hélène Fontaine, Sister, alive; Sébastien Fontaine, father, deceased

  • Weapons

Primary: Rapier, worn but well-cared for; hidden blades, one belonging to her father and the other belonging to a now-deceased ally.

Secondary: Flintlock pistol.

  • Other

> Camille is an insomniac. She has trouble getting to sleep and staying there, rarely sleeping for more than three hours a night. Many of those sleepless nights are spent writing: Camille details every day that goes by in journals, making sure not to miss anything.

> When speaking English, Camille has a very noticeable Parisian French accent.

> On June 30, 1794, Camille was supposed to go to her death, sentenced without trial to the guillotine under false accusations of counter-revolutionary activity. Indeed, most thought she was beheaded and buried in one of the mass graves- but she was not. A look-alike died in her place, as she had escaped and was already on her way to England by the time of the execution. As such, many of her friends, family, and allies assume her to be dead. She is certain that it is better that way, but misses them dearly.

HEY, come join this brand new roleplay group!!

This is a universal (non-fandom) OC roleplay group! Everyone is welcome, just fill out and submit the bio for your character along with their blog and you’ll be accepted!

(Unless, of course, they’re part of a fandom/are a canon character/are plagiarized from someone else, but I trust that won’t be much of an issue. uwu)

let me tell you about the time i tried to stalk my friend robin’s first smut rp

there i was creepin’, reading her smut she was doing with her rp partner 

this was like months ago btw

so i had told her i was creepin on it and apparently she and her partner decided they didnt want me to read it anymore, so in ONLY ONE OF THEIR NEXT POSTS they used really bad writing and really bad alternate words for genitals

like i swear to god one line went “and he stuck his long dong into her nyan cat”

i literally stood up and was like “OH MY GOD NO I CANT DO THIS IS THIS FOR REAL I FEEL SO BAD FOR ROBIN” not knowing that she had planned it

so i walk up to her the next day with this look on my face that said “i am so sorry for your shitty smut rp partner” anD THEN SHE TOLD ME THEY HAD DONE IT ON PURPOSE

the end