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@bluestmoons
Hello, and welcome to my fire emblem and anime multi-muse! Let’s unwind by going to the beach, playing baseball very suddenly for absolutely no reason, and confessing our love to each other underneath the fireworks! If you’re new here, please peruse my links, and let me know if you need anything!
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@bluestmoons (Fiora)
"I'd call that another successful payday~" Farina mused to herself, shaking a bag of gold while guiding her Pegasus back to their stable. "Hear that jingling Murphy? Means we'll be eating good tonight."
Yes, the bag was much larger and contained far more gold than what was normal standard fare for a Pegasus Knight, so what if she twisted the arm of a lord and requested a fee that was almost FOUR TIMES the standard. She considered herself a first rate pegasus knight, she deserved a first rate wage.
30,000 gold was a fair compensation, right? She'd given Hector a WAY better deal.
Humming to herself, she almost began dancing with the bag of gold as she went about to get Murphy a bucket of carrots. As she made her way back to the stable, bucket of feed for her horse in one hand, and bag of gold in the other, she turned the corner and almost ran right into Fiora.
This caused Farina to stagger back, fall on her butt, and let out an uncharacteristically loud squeal. "Gah! WHENDIDYOUGETBACK!?"
Fiora got back, for those questioning minds, about a few hours ago, after her company’s (thankfully successful) retrieval of information by a certain nearby mage lord. It was a long mission, and Fiora had asked for a relatively small sum. Enough to make her fellow company happy, but not enough to go dancing through the stables, that was for sure.
So when she sees her middle sister, taken on the wind by joy, she knows there is likely only one thing it could be.
Especially when she runs straight into her and reacts as though she’s seen a spirit, or something.
“... I have been here the past few hours, cleaning the stalls.” Huxley huffs from his, a greeting, and Fiora’s hands go to her hips. “... Farina, why are you in such a good mood?” She sounds entirely accusatory. Not, if you look at it, the way a big sister should sound when seeing their little sister happy. And it’s not as though Farina is normally dour, but... Fiora’s eyes go to the gold bag, and narrow a little bit.
... But surely Farina will tell her without her asking specifically...
Almost a demigod, but not quiet there to the level of god , Dagruel is a passive being ultimately. one who values his duty to guard the gates to heaven itself, rather then expend his lands to become something more then what he is created to be. though he is what he was splitted to be instead.
Still, meeting humans was something that allowed him to strengthen ideas on how to raise the giants better.
"Never met a giant before?"
@bluestmoons
“No...” She had not. But that did not mean she was openly gawking, either. Instead, Fiora was stood straight up, looking at him respectfully but not without a hint of interest.
Giant... Did that mean he was not human, or was it just a nickname given to people of his overwhelming height? Fiora could not tell, but asking seemed rude...
Instead, she crosses a hand over her chestplate, bows.
“I am Fiora, pegasus knight of Ilia.”
fiora has been a lynchpin in my army for my hector mode run so i did a quick portrait in her honor <3
Let’s welcome characters from FIRE EMBLEM SHADOWS to The Officers Academy!
At 00:00 EST on November 1st, 2025, the Officers Academy [TOA] will officially begin accepting reservations and applications for characters who appear in the newest Fire Emblem mobile game: Fire Emblem Shadows!
As this game is live service, we expect several waves of characters to be released. However, as the release schedule is unclear at this moment, the mod team may release a new announcement altering or updating the application window should new information be provided.
Ever wanted to write your favorite Fire Emblem character in a group setting with TTRPG elements? Do you enjoy the thrill of earning prizes and leveling up stats? Or maybe you’re called by narrative and collaborative storytelling? Or monthly writing prompts to keep you inspired? If any of this catches your interest, then the Officers Academy welcomes you with open arms. We’re a long-standing community of writers with a passion for Fire Emblem - its lore, its tactics, and its characters. The group itself is based around the Officers Academy in Three Houses, but we accept characters from the entire series to come study, or teach, or simply live in Garreg Mach’s town for as long as they desire.
If you’d like to learn more, check out our Premise page or join our Discord server! If you’re already sold on joining, then read our Newcomer’s Guide and take a look at our full Masterlist! We hope to see you soon!
The House Leaders
Fantasy Sentence Prompts
“If you kill me I will become more dead than you can possibly imagine.”
“Magic is fucking stupid you gotta be a dork to use it.”
“If you’re in the woods in the middle of the night and you hear like a child saying ‘oh somebody please help me!’, you don’t help them! It’s not the right tone for that!”
“The only type of love I know how to show is tough love.”
“I CAST…. “Stop being mean to me”!”
“Can you two STOP MENTIONING MY CURSE?”
“Everyone says awkward things on dates.”
“Dancing in the graveyard? He’s a… necro-dancer.”
“All that effort… and yet somehow you still couldn’t win.”
“Fight me you nerd-ass punk!”
“At least try to act sophisticated when you threaten someone.”
“I once had a ouija board that just summoned bees every time you touched it.”
“Dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bitch?”
“Promise me you won’t fall in love with me.”
“Okay, here are the ground rules: you can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-ok being stabbed. Biting and scratching are on the table. You can use fire.”
“It haunts me. It haunts my dreams.”
“I have a lot of pent-up trauma.”
“Why does this always happen? We were just supposed to get bread.”
“I hate when flies rub their disgusting little hands together. What could you possibly be plotting? You can’t even get out the open window.”
“They are just a menace.”
“Okay, but what if I seduce the dragon?”
“I don’t have trauma. It’s all just… the wizard’s curse.”
“You come into my home uninvited and tell me how I should arrange my furniture?”
“Oh you think you’re so fancy with all your spells.”
“I may be cringe, but you’re mean. And that’s worse.”
“I’ll be honest, kitten. The amulet is driving me insane.”
“I don’t use mathematics or statistics or calculation or anything at all like that. Because I can’t do it. So I just hope for the best.”
“The mage I’m seeing gave me these hickies… turns out he’s a neck-romancer.”
“Sorry for making you fall in love with me because of my awesome vibe and kissable lips.”
“I’d love to stay and chat, but the prophecy foretold some absolute bullshit.”
“It’s important to have at least one friend who’s equally as out of touch as you are.”
“I think they lied on their resume. Like the rest of us.”
“Yeah… that’s still murder, bud.”
“Why is it always ‘hey let’s grab a cup of coffee’ and not ‘hey let’s reunite the shards before Gorlac opens the Shadow Gate.’”
“He’s got the Shadow Stone. I don’t think you understand what’s happening here.”
“I’m talking about magic. Turn you into a frog type shit.”
“You ever just want sweet, milky beans?”
“We need to talk about the fireball spell.”
“You are definitely not going to beat this man.”
“Sorry I’m late. The troll that blocks my driveway had harder riddles than usual today.”
“No ice spells. No frost spells. Look at my wrist. That’s the ice right there.”
“They reveal their HP from the jump. What the hell?”
“Do you not like joy?”
“You speak to me like you’re my friend, but I don’t see a friend when I look into your eyes.”
“I’m pretty sure that chalice is filled with human blood.”
“You don’t give bards last words. What were you thinking?”
“Let me put my tome down.”
“I fear no army.”
“Sneak into their house at 4am - which statistically speaking is the hour people are least prepared to defend themselves, and then–”
“Since when did a staff do the work? When did the staff do the studying?”
“Door was unlocked.”
“I’m a heroine addict. I can’t get enough of strong, beautiful ladies.”
“You fireballed and found out.”
“I smell like a sweater made out of meat.”
“I might bite you but it’s worth it for the thrill of my presence.”
“I think you’re overreacting.”
“This is a crime. And I hate crime.”
“I’m a creepy little guy.”
“You can’t just collapse and die because you don’t wanna do something, buddy.”
“I know. We all wish we could do that. But we can’t. Because of society.”
“Have you seen some missing villagers?”
“There’s no way this book is cursed.”
“I feel I was denied critical, need-to-know information.”
“You ever see a tiefling get dropped and come back up? Me neither.”
“I will summon your daddy.”
“Sure it grants invisibility but it… it’s bagpipes.”
“There’s too many laws.”
“If you’re going to make a rude comment, just say it with your whole fucking chest. Own it.”
“Did you get stabbed?”
“I have to sell my soul at the crossroads at midnight.”
“In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver
@bluestmoons liked for a starter ! xoxo
Jinx is still getting used to the zap of her portal doohickey.
When she pulls the pin and a light vortex swallows her whole, it makes her feel tingly down to the very atom. She imagines this is what it must feel like to be nibbled on alive by those little minnows that darted about shallow waters, but like all the way to the bone and at 100 times the normal speed. Then with the same expediency, the space-time-continuum regurgitates her, and spits her out into the center of an unfamiliar street. It's an active metropolis by the looks of it.
"YEAAAAAAH BUDDYYYYY!" She essentially screeches, victorious as the vortex light zaps away, and she finds herself right in the trajectory an enormous auto hurtling down the street in her direction.
Jinx makes no efforts to get out of the way, shows no fear, just rabid excitement like she's taming a wild beast charging at her.
Miraculously, the driver at the wheel of the sixteen wheeler slams on the breaks. The vehicle screeches to a halt only a few centimeters away from Jinx on the hot tarmac.
"Damn. I really thought I had ya this time. Touché, universe!" with a light puff of air she flicks the bangs falling into her face, and starts walking in a random direction, ignoring the way the driver behind the giant auto-wheel is shouting at her: Crazy bitch! Where the fuck did she come from?? It's like she hopped out of thin air!
Jinx scoffed, making it to the pedestrian traffic without any more near-death experiences.
"Can you believe that guy?" she asked a random person standing by the curb, gesturing with a hand at the truck behind them. "Anyway, what's a girl gotta do to get something fried in her mouth? Got any recs? Oh, and by the way, can I borrow some currency? The hopscotch makes my extremities tingly and I'd rather not have to dine and dash for at least a couple more hours."
He had been getting groceries.
That’s all it was.
A walk down to the local market to pick up some things for dinner — Cheng Xiaoshi was in the mood to do some cooking, rather than take-out tonight, and needed ingredients, and there were a few other household things they needed as well, so it was a two-birds-with-one-stone sort of deal — and he saw it. A flash of light, ripping a hole through space, and from it, the spindly body of a young, blue-haired, tattooed girl, spat onto the pavement and right into oncoming traffic. He froze. The node of death could not be tampered with. But...
But this was not his first time getting groceries in this year, on this day, in this hour, in this minute. In fact, this was his third time. And not once had the sky bolted a blue girl in the middle of the road.
Luckily, everyone around them was looking at the display and not him, because if anyone were watching him, they might wonder why his first reaction to seeing a girl almost get run over was to check his watch.
17:14. He was supposed to be home in eight minutes. Cheng Xiaoshi would be waiting at the door, complaining about how long he took. Lu Guang would explain how far away the store was, and how long it took to walk. And Cheng Xiaoshi would tell him, couldn’t he be faster, when Cheng Xiaoshi was so hungry? And they would have that conversation every time, every loop, until—...
... The girl didn’t die. In fact, of everyone in the entire universe, she stopped in front of Lu Guang, and started speaking to him.
His heart convulsed in his chest as he watched her, impassively from the world’s perspective. Whatever her power was, she was being very open about it. And it was none of his business. None of his business, except...
It clearly had the power to interfere in timelines.
Could this be... what he needed?
Stone-faced, he pulled out his wallet and pulled out some yuan for the girl staring at him. “There should be something around the corner,” came his soft, steady voice. But he couldn’t let her go just like that. “But first, tell me how you appeared out of thin air.”
He looks at the man before him, so clearly afraid, and his instinct is to comfort him. Or perhaps not to comfort, seeing as that would be far too much for a room of his peers, but to reassure. The other man is young, and looking at him like he's expecting him to lose his cool, which he doesn't suppose is all that confusing, given where they are, the sort of people they're around. But Larry is, despite his faults, not a cruel person.
And it certainly didn't hurt that the man that had run into him was as handsome as he was.
"It's fine," Larry repeated, his voice a little sharp, but not in any way unkind. If anything, the sharpness brought a weariness with it, and maybe a touch of discomfort with the eyes he could feel on him. He'd more or less become used to the eyes that followed him, Captain Larry Trainor, but this scenario wasn't a comfortable one.
He thought about turning him down. He should turn him down, he knew. He should push him away and not let him walk him anywhere, especially with the amount of eyes on them. He didn't want to turn him down, though. He wanted to allow him to walk with him. But what else could he do in front of everyone? "You don't have to do that."
“No, no, ‘course I do. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?” He smiles sheepishly, not sure if that edge in the captain’s voice is ‘cause he’s covered in gruel or ‘cause that’s the sort of man he is. Eric won’t fault him either way, though.
Food — or, really, empty tray — abandoned, the boy bounds to his side and leads him out of the mess hall, long, easy strides, anxious chatter all the way. “I’m, uh, Eric.” And maybe Eric doesn’t say his last name, purposefully, ‘cause he doesn’t want the captain to recognize it and start acting weird. “I’m real sorry, again. I had my head in the clouds. I know that’s not right for an officer, but...” He quiets. But... what? What kind of excuse can give that’ll make up for being like... that? “I’m... still settling in.” Ah, he could just hear Grimsby now.
Going through and editing some things on the Big Muse Page and doing a huge following of F/E blogs (because those are the muses I mostly want to write with, haha) and also hunting for Link Click blogs to write because... dies... but I am considering. Changing my URL. Thoughts are being had. Thoughts ARE being had.
Hello all, I am adding to my rules that I do not write with people that use AI to write 🙏
Tomorrow I’m gonna get my butt on here and officially add Karla from Fire Emblem: Blazing Blade and maybe Lu Guang from Link Click... and then I will follow people... oh yeah I’ll follow people...
Maybe he should be paying more attention to where he's going, or maybe the person that's bumping into him should, but either way, he's standing here with food smeared across his shirt, his arms raised and his mouth agape. It isn't a good look for either of them.
He takes a step back, dropping his arms and resisting the urge to wipe at his shirt, knowing that it would only make the mess worse. Jesus Christ, and he doesn't even have a spare shirt. He'll have to take this home, have to do what he can with the bathroom sink in the meantime. He only hopes Sheryl will be able to fix it.
Shock subsiding, he looks at the person he's bumped into. The man, of course, because anything else comes few and far between here, and the young man at that. The poor kid looks terrified, but Larry manages to have some sympathy for him. He's sure he'd be just as upset had it been him on the other side.
But that doesn't mean he's all that thrilled to be on this side.
"Shit," Larry mutters, shooting back a curse of his own. And now he's trying to clean him, almost certainly making it worse, almost certainly making a sort of scene in the middle of everything. Drawing eyes. Drawing attention. If only his mother could see him now. "Stop, stop," he brushes the other away, not unkindly. "It's fine."
With all the authority of a practiced leader, he bids Eric to stop, in simple, succinct words. And so — he does. Eric freezes, stares at him, wide, water-colored orbs boring into him. (Oh— he’s handsome. Serious, steady, true, and... handsome.)
Eric chews on his lip, takes a step back.
“I’m... I’m real sorry, uh...” His eyes go to the pins on his collar.
Gosh, of course.
“... captain.”
People, of course, were looking. They were staring at the display Eric and the captain were putting on. (Honestly, being the center of attention he’d always been, Eric hardly noticed.)
Alright, yeah, maybe Eric didn’t want to be in the corps, in war, or whatever, but — that didn’t mean he was going to be a jerk to this guy. (Couldn’t find it within himself to be rude to a wasp, really.) “Let me, uh, walk you down to laundry, sir... since it’s my fault, ‘nd all.” He places his tray on a nearby table, straightening slowly (probably not as quickly as an officer should be, in this situation).
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Fiora and Limstella side picture
follow more FE blogs!
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“O— oh—-...”
A strangled noise falls from Eric as his body collides, horribly, with that of a person that had been passing him, oppositely. Really, this past, well, while, Eric’s been preoccupied — not that he hasn’t always been — head up in the clouds, Carlotta would cluck, were she here.
This was important, he was told. This experience, this work; this was necessary for the country, and important for him, as a man, too; but, gosh, the whole idea of fighting in some war, giving away his life to violence, was a little... well... He was wrestling with it, alright? It may’ve been a bit since he’d entered the corps, but he was still struggling with the thought that this is where he was meant to be. Behind a gun, on the ground. Thrown into a—...
... Wait! He’d just knocked into someone, hadn’t he?
He refocuses; there, now covered in the gruel he’d grabbed from the mess hall, was a superior. He grimaces, cringes visibly. They have one of those stoic-looking faces, too...
“... Geez...”
The harshest curse he’d utter.
“I, uh... s—sorry, sir... I’ll, uh...” He picks up a napkin from his tray and starts dabbing at his superior’s shirt. “Let me just...”
