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how do y’all feel about multifandom multimuse blogs? my main is,, one of those,, and i’m torn between keeping this blog just for my dumb fire emblem children and moving them all across to my main !

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fell-star replied to your post “so i uh .    finished golden deer route . ”

OH THATS ME i've just been Gone trying to see everything i can of this game

A WHOLE-ASS MOOD 

im like ‘yeah i could use my rp blog or i could soak up every tiny detail of this fucking enormous game first’ akfjskg

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so i uh .    finished golden deer route . 

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im gonna write up my starters. im gonna w

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" I really don't mean any disrespect . . . but if you hurt Oliver -- I'm taking your liver in the middle of the night . " ( u know what this is )

@angeliicascent    /   SHOVEL TALK SHOVEL TALK

     “ma’am, if i hurt oliver i will personally remove my liver and hand it to you.” 

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not to be nsf.w but shamir would love to hold a hand

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“ maybe i’m just dreaming out loud. ”

LYRIC STARTERS.    /    @antimperia

    “is that so…?”  there is no music here, save for echoes of the ball’s elegant symphonies hanging in the air, and yet claude spins as though moving to his own beat. it’s just him, the star-soaked sky, and the boy in his arms — a fairytale perfect picture, if there ever was one, and far more enticing than the stuffy nobility they’ve slipped away from. to think, ollie was so unsure about dancing to begin with! “y’know, usually i’d say a dream’s a good thing to have. i’ve got more than a pocketful of my own, far-fetched as they might be. in this instance, though…”

he trails off, hands shifting to grip ollie’s hip and ease him closer — and when there’s no resistance, claude becomes starkly aware of the warmth simmering in his chest. it’s a feeling not unlike the thrill of winning a game: heart beating a delighted thrum at the success of having maneuvered precisely where he wants to be. when he speaks again, his tone’s a honeyed thing. 

“do those things you wrote have to just be dreams?” poems upon poems, exchanged in secrecy and dripping sincere feelings — some of them still hang upon claude’s wall, particularly the ones ripe with romance and sweet words. ollie seems … half-afraid he’s only succeeded in outlining wants he’ll never achieve, and claude simply can’t have that because he is right here and perfectly prepared to be romanced. 

fingertips find the line of ollie’s jaw and exert the faintest pressure: urging his chin to tip upward, bringing their mouths almost, almost close enough. 

“you could kiss me right now, you know.”

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“you’re not yourself. i know you better than you.” (to caspar!)

LYRICS STARTERS.    /    @sleepcrest

    “you really do, don’t you?” and though it’s posed as a question, there’s nothing wondering in the certainty of his tone. if anyone were able — and willing — to pick apart what quirks piece caspar into whatever he is, it’d be linhardt. linhardt, who is watching him with that all-too-understanding look on his face, as if he’s already reached in and pulled the truth from caspar’s mind and is simply waiting for him to admit it. it’s a strange thing, to be so known. 

with a huff and a rather dramatic swing of the arms, he drops to the ground at linhardt’s side and arranges himself in an imitation of his friend’s relaxed posture. it’s uncomfy with all the armor. he immediately sneezes as a rogue blade of grass tickles his face. but he supposes this is nice, laying here with the tree branches swaying above them and the world gone quiet around them. 

“alright, alright. if you gotta know, i’m — worried. ‘bout what comes after all this. i talk a big game about makin’ my own way in the world, y’know, but i don’t know what i’m gonna make of myself. i’m not smart enough to be some fancy scholar like you. … what if we hafta go our separate ways?” and there it is, all laid out: that barely-concealed fear of losing the one constant in his life. 

has he been acting so weird that it’s this noticeable? 

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𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝒀𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺  !    featuring various lyrics i like from songs i’ve been listening to a lot lately. mostly good for angsty / shippy things. feel free to change pronouns, diction, etc. to make them fit better!

“  i want you to know that you couldn’t have loved me better.  ” “  everything is fine when you hand’s resting next to mine.  ” “  you know i held on too much.  ” “  now she’s in my every thought.  ” “  i just need a rest.  ” “  i’ll give you everything i am.  ” “  i’ve been getting used to waking up with you.  ” “  pull me out of this, i can’t breathe.  ” “  you’re everything i need and more.  ” “  we were never meant for do or die.  ” “  i think i’m addicted to your light.  ” “  we made a deal for no surprises.  ” “  my heart never stops beating for you.  ” “  when i die alone, i’ll be on time.  ” “  i’ll lie, cheat, i’ll beg and bribe to make you well.  ” “  i’m already gone.  ” “  i didn’t want us to burn out.  ” “  i’ll be at your door tonight if you need help.  ” “  i was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life.  ” “  sometimes even right is wrong.  ” “  come home.  ” “  give me reasons to believe you’d do the same for me.  ” “  maybe i’m just dreaming out loud.  ” “  no, i’m not ready to lose everything i know.  ” “  how long can we keep this up ?  ” “  remember all the things we wanted ?  ” “  i think they could be the better half of me.  ” “  i’ll love you long after you’re gone.  ” “  we’ve tried everything under the sun.  ” “  who will love you ?  ” “  i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.  ” “  there’s someone i’ve been missing.  ” “  they’re in the wrong place just trying to make it right.  ” “  all that shit’s behind us.  ” “  it doesn’t matter where we take this road; someone’s gotta go.  ” “  tell me what you need.  ” “  that’s why i need you here.  ” “  now all the memories, they’re haunted.  ” “  we were always meant to say goodbye.  ” “  don’t drag me through this again.  ” “  you know you’re my saving grace.  ” “  do you feel the way i do right now ?  ” “  i wouldn’t have it any other way.  ” “  you never have to ask.  ” “  i’m trying to make up for it.  ” “  i’m not moving on.  ” “  you keep waiting to save what we had.  ” “  now all your love was wasted.  ” “  i know that you’ll find another who doesn’t always make you wanna cry.  ” “  i keep waiting for you to take me.  ” “  how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine ?  ” “  no more questions, and no more lies.  ” “  i swore i’d never fall again.  ” “  i’ve been in a state of disaster since the last time i left you.  ” “  i didn’t come here to hurt you, but now i can’t stop.  ” “  it cost nearly everything i’m not ready to lose today.  ” “  the fight for you is all i’ve ever known.  ” “  i’m holding my breath for you.  ” “  perfect couldn’t keep this love alive.  ” “  how could i have been so blind ?  ” “  don’t you leave now.  ” “  i want you to move on.  ” “  you’re miles away, but i still feel you.  ” “  i’ll make sure to keep my distance.  ” “  you’re not yourself. i know you better than you.  ” “  now, i think that i could love you back  .” “  then who the hell was i ?  ” “  i’ll always feel you in my blood.  ” “  i don’t feel anything at all.  ” “  i missed you more than i thought i would.  ” “  you’ve always done the same for me.  ” “  anywhere i go, there you are.  ” “  one day, we’re gonna get out.  ” “  i must admit that i’d marry you in an instant.  ” “  you’ve been on my mind like a drug.  ” “  i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.  ” “  everything i can’t be is everything you should be.  ” “  heaven help the fool who falls in love.  ” “  take me back to the night we met.  ” “  looking at you makes it harder.  ”

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what shamir says: knights don’t participate in the ball what shamir means: she’s only accustomed to dagdan dances and doesn’t dare attend the ball in case she’s fired for laughing her ass off at the ridiculous fodlan noble dances. 

she can absolutely dance; everything shamir does carries an inherent grace and ease. but it’d take some doing to drag her onto the dancefloor. 

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i’m already a little hm abt keeping this blog, which !! is nobody’s fault, just me. i think maybe stepping into an oversaturated fandom on ur own can be a bit lonely & nerve-wracking when everyone seems to know each other? and being a multi on top of that is uhhhh hm. it’s got me feeling a tad nervous about reaching out. usually after a few days on a blog i start to settle and feel comfy so i’m gonna give it the rest of the week, write up starters and see how i go. if not, i’ll leave a link to my main blog and maybe just add a muse or two from here onto there! 

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shoutout to that one npc who just wanted to pet the dog

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*cries in zero self-control* hi it’s ya girl kit back at it again with a fire emblem: three houses multimuse — featuring an assortment of lovely lads and lasses such as HILDA, CLAUDE, CASPAR, SHAMIR and SYLVAIN. if you could give this a like or reblog if you’d like to interact, that’d be neat!

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i  never  made  one  of  these  but!!   hey  there,  my  name’s  quin  and  i  absolutely  adore  one  blue  haired  fighty  boy!  i’m  not  new  to  the  fe  community  by  any  means,  but  if  you’d  love  to  write  with  a  dash  only   𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛  from  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜,  then  give  this  post  a   ❤  and  a   ↻  and  i’ll  be  sure  to  check  you  out!!  

keep  in  mind  i’ve  only  finished  the  blue  lion’s  route  atm,  as  such  my  caspar  is  a  blue  lion  by  default.  currently  working  thru  black  eagle  rn  tho!

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y’all interested in knights-to-be … that also paint? if so, do i have the boy for u !!!

like / reblog this post if you’re interested with rping w/ this ignatz victor in the future! ❤︎

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@wraithloved    /    from HERE.

for an instant, he’s certain glenn’s working up to a gentle rejection --- something sylvain’s intimately familiar with, having doled out plenty himself in rather different situations. ‘i appreciate your aid, but...’ the man begins, plainly disheartened if the skittish flit of his gaze is anything to go by, and sylvain swallows back a disappointed sigh. 

it’s not that he’s particularly eager to bloody his hands on other people’s wounds. ( and it certainly is a grisly wound at that, a nasty jagged slice where a weapon ate its way into the flesh. if he weren’t so regrettably accustomed to war and all its gory fates, he might’ve been far less willing to guide glenn aside and offer to patch him up. at least until they can find a proper healer to see to him. ) no, it’s not that sylvain wants to be doing this, or even that he feels qualified to do so. it’s simply that it’s glenn and some days his very presence still feels surreal and fragile, as if losing him once wasn’t enough and he might just deprive them all of his existence all over again. protective, perhaps, begins to describe the feelings taking root in his chest --- defensive of the family miraculously restored to felix, and determined to ensure the fraldarius brothers still have each other when this bloody mess is over. 

and also, perhaps, nostalgic. he’s never told glenn, has he, how he inspired a much-younger sylvain? what dregs of childhood hero-worship remain have gentled since and turned into a quiet hope for friendship, but they’re not so easily forgotten. 

still --- he won’t force his presence here. not with glenn eyeing him like he’s half-sure sylvain’ll sooner worsen his wound than successfully patch it up. 

“want me to...?” go find someone else, he’s about to say, but glenn seems to change his mind. sylvain pauses, hands hovering where they’d begun to set aside a washcloth. “oh. i --- you’re welcome.” 

he’s staying, then. relief twists in his chest: this is a small measure of trust, however reluctantly offered. he feels selfish taking it, when someone else could do a better job here, and yet he doesn’t move from his spot. his hands take up their task again, gently applying the cloth to the wound in an imitation of methods he’s seen the healers use. there’s a tub of concoction set at his side, haggled recently at the market and perfect for quickly staunching injuries. he begins dabbing it at the worst of the slice, relieved all over again that it’s a non-serious wound. glenn is fine. 

“don’t worry,” he begins, filling the quiet with aimless, automatic chatter. “i’m great with my hands; i’ll have you fixed up in no time!”

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@timecall     /     STARTER CALL!

    “hey, professor...?” he settles across the dining table from her, gaze flicking from plate to plate --- there’s something contemplative in it, a question hanging in his expression. “what do cats eat?”

food, obviously! he knows that much. but there’s specifics, right? things that are bad for their little tummies, stuff like that? and, well, the professor is his go-to person for potentially silly questions. or any questions at all. really, it’s a wonder she hasn’t grown sick of him. 

“see, i can explain.” there’s a rather insistent meow from beneath the table, which saves him the trouble. caspar grumbles and ducks out of sight, returning with a portly black-and-white cat purring in his arms. “she won’t stop following me around! i fed her one time and now i can’t get rid of her. what do i do?”