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ind. Kliff from Fire Emblem Echoes penned by Akira

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     Hey whaddup this is Akira finally kicking off my multi-muse ! A lot of these people are muses I’ve written in the past and decided to group altogether to revive, but there’s a couple new ones as well, so if anything seems familiar that’s why !

          I’ve got a mix of muses from Fire Emblem, Final Fantasy XV, Danganronpa, Code Geass, the upcoming Twisted-Wonderland, and Food Fantasy so if any of those catch your eye—— hit ♡ and / or ↺ and I’ll check you out !!

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     This is what sparked the idea for the last hc. His wouldn’t look exactly like this of course but probably have a similar layout at most.

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HC.09 Research & Tattoos

     I got this idea when I was looking through aesthetic boards and I really kinda like it now so why not shove it onto Kliff ? Even after everything is done and he wouldn’t have a need to fight anymore, this doesn’t call for a pause in Kliff’s studies on magic. He still continues to explore new avenues and just about any area of the practice he can get his hands on. His own skills naturally enhance and he continues to become an even stronger mage. When Kliff is a little older, he starts doing research on ways that people sought to strengthen their powers or methods that would control / seal the talents of those who couldn’t handle their magic. During this he comes across the idea of tattooing symbols in order to do just this. The belief was that these designs could be as general as having an overall effect or as specific as targeting certain areas / types of magic in a person.

          Kliff didn’t necessarily believe this to work, but his curious mind delved deeper into it. He spent time observing others and couldn’t be sure whether or not the whole thing was a placebo effect. Eventually, he decided the best way to find out was to get his own. It wasn’t as if he wanted to strengthen his own power nor did he need any kind of seal to control it. He wasn’t interested in any that served to refine it either, finding a personal preference and draw towards the power of raw magic. He started small, opting to ‘ strengthen ’ and observe different areas one at a time. By the end of it his hands were covered in the symbols but his research remained incomplete. He wasn’t able to draw any concrete conclusions, seeing that for some it appeared to work while it was hard to say anything for others. Though perhaps his drawback was in being unable to be completely unbiased or without skepticism.

     Regardless, he then got a string of designs that were meant to ‘ nullify ’ the previous tattoos and went on his way. He doesn’t regret this inconclusive study despite having the visible lasting signs of such. In fact, he doesn’t cover it up or think anything of them and simply waves it off should anyone draw attention to them. They’re there now and it’s as simple as that.

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ajisxi replied to your post: ajisxi replied to your post:  ...

we’ve given him too much power. he’s summoning demons or some shit lmaof

LOL yes he summons a demon because he’s surrounded by idiots and wants OUT

Kliff vc: I don’t want money or power just get take me out of here

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ajisxi replied to your post:      Consider: modern au Kliff being peeved at a...

i think the bigger question is “when did he learn latin”

dskgn it’s probably worse because modern au he used to be home-schooled which is where he learned it, so imagine this kid finally attending public high school and is fluent in Latin. He can talk shit and no one ever knows what he’s saying and he loves it

[hakinowo]

orange and coffee

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     Consider: modern au Kliff being peeved at a teacher and handing in his essay / paper entirely in Latin. This is not Latin class. Worse is that he does have a version written in English ready to turn in after the teacher raises issue.

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oflames‌:

          “ I can be semi — competent at 2AM… Not always, but sometimes. ”

     “ Is that to say you’re fully competent at other times ? If that’s what helps you sleep. ”

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     Oof I keep disappearing but what’s new, honestly. I was so focused on playing through a game to better write another muse lmao. But why not hit like and I’ll write something up ! Doesn’t matter if we had any threads going before !

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jasperlion‌:

He couldn’t help but snort at the jab, eyes darting around the tent before going back to the shelves. None other of the books there seemed promising, and so he moved onto the next crate he had ignored in its favor. “Cluttered and a complete mess? Maybe when I stay up with paperwork.” He said with a chuckle, eyes darting to the book in Kliff’s hands before going back to his search. “We really need a dedicated ‘lost item’ box, sounds like the first thing to do when I sort out what actually belongs here and what doesn’t.”

Shifting through the box, he found not even a book, but plenty of parchments, and set it aside to read them over later near the chair he often occupied. Might as well make sure of the contents of each of these before he decides if they belong here or should be discarded. Man, this really was turning out to be a bad lead, and here he was hoping they’d just find it and everything would resolve itself.

“I was thinking somewhere along the lines of ‘not a very helpful friend’.” He says as he stretches, arms rising over his head, then twists his torso to the left, then the right, back giving a satisfying pop. “I usually don’t go to sleep at this hour, so I’m not losing anythin’.” Maybe time, but time spent with his friends was no loss to him. Clive would likely think differently, though.

Kliff’s suggestion, however, gives him pause. And then, Alm promptly slaps his face with both hands. “Of course.” He huffs out, clearly irritated at himself. “Of course I’d forget about that.”

Of all the things to remember about this place being a repository of missing items, it was the fact that people had to write down what they brought that skips his mind. “It’s always by the entrance, that thick leather-bound tome with an inkwell and feather next to it.” Alm gestures to it with his left, starting off towards it himself when he… stumbles over something on the floor. “Wh-”

Recovering his footing with flailing arms, he steadies himself as his eyes fall on a small journal that seemed to have fallen off the desk after being placed there, now with some pages a little indented from his foot catching onto it. “… Huh.” Reaching down, he picks it up, turns it over, then shows it to Kliff with curious eyes, walking up to his friend so the other can reach for it. “This it?”

     He blinked almost dumbly at the other’s reaction to his question. It was rather straightforward if nothing else at least. That little tossed out thought had been correct after all. Well, that at least provided some hope for the future state of this place and would make it easy to pick out what didn’t belong. Regardless, he didn’t hold it against his friend for forgetting. Not when Alm was kind enough to help in his search. And after long days of fighting, training, and formulating war plans, it was all too easy for just about anything to slip one’s mind.

          With a nod, Kliff moved back toward the entrance, only getting halfway when he heard the stumble behind him. “ A-Are you alright ?! ” Quickly, the mage turned back around. Though they had a light source with them, it was still dim in the dying hours. Falling in a place full of crates wasn’t the most ideal scenario if one wanted minimal injuries. To his relief however, all was well and he let out a small sigh. A stern word of caution was ready to leave his tongue but died partway into its delivery when the journal was presented to him.

     “ Ah... Maybe. ” It was definitely familiar but familiarity wasn’t a surety. Eager regardless, with a small shine of hope in his eyes, Kliff took the journal and threw open the pages. And it was indeed his scrawling inside. All those languages that sometimes changed with a single jump from one line to the next. Carefully drawn diagrams and notes hastily scribbled into corners with new discoveries. Never mind his prior settlement at the thought of not finding it and writing up a new journal, this would have been a terrible loss. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to sign his name somewhere for once. “ It is ! So it really was in here. Where did— is this what you tripped over ? Pfft... ” The laugh had escaped without even a moment’s attempt at holding it back. “ Tripping over a mere journal, are we ? I’d hate to have explained that bruise to a cleric. ”

     His gaze shifted back to the journal with a quieted glee. Slender fingers taking care to smooth out the newly dented pages. It didn’t really matter, as it was bound to wear down over time anyway, but sometimes he couldn’t help but want his things to remain neat. “ Ah ! I should save this for later. Do we need to put anything else back ? ” Tucking the journal into his vest, Kliff gave the area a quick look over. They’d been pretty good about cleaning up in their search. “ And um... I know you said you don’t typically sleep around now, but I still appreciate the assistance. This could have gone on much longer, after all. ”

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agirlwithsecrettastes‌:

         🎭 It seemed she had struck a nerve with the other, it was just a simple statement as well. It wasn’t in bad taste or bad humor just that she didn’t wish her Heroes to sell themselves short.  As he spat in anger at her she crossed her arms till he was finished, the rest of the group waiting and not uttering a word for they didn’t wish to get in the middle of it. 

             “It was just a simple statement. Calm down.” Melina finally barked back not caring for the unnecessary attitude. She was starting to see the trend with the soldiers of the Deliverance. 

              “At least I got an answer in all that nonsensical spewing. I know you’re worth your salt or i’d have sent your ass back home. If you insist i’ll do as I please . I was just be courteous .” Melina then turned to look at the rest of the group. 

             “Well …moving on shall we?”   🎭  

     It never settled well with the boy to have others look down on him. Things like doubting, or undermining the mage filled him with a need to prove the person wrong. He didn’t study for his entire life under a neglectful mother just to have someone think little of him, after all. While it was true that he didn’t care what others thought of him most times at any given point of the day, when his skills came into question, it was a different matter. Sometimes it was fun to smash their weak image of him to pieces. Other times it fed into the feelings he kept bottled away that only displayed themselves in flashes of anger. He was usually rather good about keeping that sort of thing centered on one person, but unfortunately that person wasn’t here.

          ‘ Calm down ’, he was told. Yet he still held her gaze almost like a challenge before clicking his tongue and looking away. His hand raised again to curl a lock of hair as if the ordeal was nothing but another annoyance now that it was done with.

     “ No need to be courteous in a war. By all means, continue. I didn’t mean to derail your meeting with ‘ nonsense ’.  ” One of these days that tongue would get him in trouble for sure. Maybe someday he might care enough to fix it.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

[gir4]

kliff scorched the wall here while practicing some fire spell….oops

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Just A Color Ramble

          I know clothing color probably has no point to be looked into since color schemes + characters is just the norm and usually not trying to be historically accurate outside of movies, but sometimes I like to think about it anyway. And what I like to think about a lot is how colors were a direct correlation to status and wealth and you followed that closely. How purple was reserved for royalty or sometimes the richest people back then because it was such an expensive dye to make. Therefore it was usually kept to dyeing only high quality silks and the color known as Imperial/Royal/Tyrian Purple actually died out in the 1450′s ( 53 ? ) because the snail used to make it nearly went extinct. It cost 10,000 snails to make 1 gram.

     Not that hard to see how that happened or why it was so costly.

          And then we have Kliff here. Wearing purple like nobody’s business. And Leon. But Kliff is a goddamn farm boy tell me how the fuck he’d ever get that color. A gift ? From who and with what money ? How would he wear that without social backlash ? Boy has no fear.

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ajisxi‌:

“ Pl-Please don’t move so suddenly ! I-I can h-heal it, but if you ke-keep moving… ”

Urgency laces her voice as it becomes slightly more shrill. Placing her stave off to the side, her fingers quickly tap away the hand that covered his wound. Examining the side, it was a miracle he wasn’t killed in action – any closer and he would’ve met the fate of a new hole being made in his torso. Letting a sigh slip past her lips, her suspicions were confirmed. Her partial healing job was undone, blood began to seep through the bandages she applied to cease it.

“ I’m–I’m going to try aga-again ! I need to-to clean i-i-it first… ! ”

Saya stumbles over her words, brows crinkling as she takes a pair of scissors to gently snip away the gauze. The wound itself caused her face to twist as she began to strip away the wrappings. Even after doing this for a few years, large wounds always had a knack of disgusting her. She murmurs up to the boy as she grabs a bowl with white ointment, dabbing it on with her calculating fingers.

“ B-bare more caution… Th-These wounds, they also… n-need a lot of attention, com-com-compared to scratches – or-or shallow cuts… ”

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     He had to bite his cheek just to focus on something other than the spreading pain. Her words barely registered but the mage still did his best to cooperate. One failed attempt to rise up was all it took to try again. Needless to say, it didn’t lessen his desperation to get back out there any less, but a fan of pain he was not. Nor did he particularly have any sort of death wish. Just a stubborn anger to get back at the enemy that had landed him here.

          “ How long...will I have to rest ? ” The words were punctuated with another pained grunt. He tried to even out his breaths as much as possible but couldn’t help the stutter every now and then. Speaking was probably a bad move in the first place, but he needed to know. With weak movements, Kliff angled his head to try and take a look at the girl’s work. Though, being laid down, there wasn’t much he really could see.

      A lame chuckle turned into a small cough. “ It won’t kill me...will it ? ”

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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Get To Know The Mun ✩

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ:  what is your favorite animal?

     I love foxes so much holy shit ! ! I wish I could keep one or at least pet one some day.

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ಠ_ಠ: what is your biggest pet peeve?

Get To Know The Mun ✩

     Oh that’s a tough one. I’ve never really had an answer for this. Probably when you’re out walking someplace, like the mall for example, and everyone is clearly walking on one side but there just has to those people that walk against the current. And now you gotta awkwardly move out of the way in this crowd just to let them go by because they can’t walk with everyone else heading their way. Additionally slow walkers.