Hilda! Hilda!

Hilda Valentine Goneril, Golden Deer student affiliated with The Officer's Academy

[flowerofgoneril]

[ Smooch ]

The suggestion was a light hearted one. After all, it would hardly do to allow their dates to forget just how fortunate they were, would it? A playful smile sat on Mitama's face.

"Of course, if you are opposed to the idea, we may simply drop it."

"Oh no, I like it. I like it a lot. But!" Hilda's grin turns devious. No, their dates definitely should not forget. "You have to give the photo to Claude, alright? The guy seriously has a type. Goddess help you if that one knight ever starts wearing her hair in pigtails."

With a laugh, Hilda wraps an arm around Mitama's waist and dips her down low before kissing her. If this was the end of a war and not a school ball, she's pretty sure this particular photo would become iconic.

[theofficersacademy]

prompt 1. “foe-toes”

In prior years, you had to rely on your own memories to recall the events of each ball (however well that went considering, well, the overarching situation…). Tonight, the Projectionist is determined to make that a thing of the past. In her pursuit to bring light magic to its true potential, she has developed a new invention: the photo-artifex! Magic and lenses work together to imprint light onto paper, creating a lasting black-and-white image of whatever it sees.

The machines themselves are less than portable, but there are several to take advantage of tonight. Most are set up in what she calls a “theater” kind of environment: one photo-artifex pointed at a background, with a table of props set up nearby for people to use in their “photos”. The wide space allows for multiple people to be in the photo at the same time, perfect for groups! For couples, however, the Projectionist insists that you try her “artifex-box”, a booth that fits only two people but allows each patron to take home a string of multiple photos.

Take a picture! Strike a pose!

[ Back hug ] - For the photo, the sender embraces the receiver from behind.

[ Bunny ears ] - The sender sneakily puts up two fingers behind the receiver’s head, making them look like they have bunny ears.

[ Cheek ] - The sender kisses the receiver on the cheek for a cute photo.

[ Dance ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pose in a way that suggests they are in the middle of a dance.

[ Glamour ] - The sender struts their stuff, posing their body in… “interesting”, angular ways that show off their outfit.

[ Jump ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver try to time their jump so that the photo-artifex captures them in mid-air. Might take a few tries…

[ Laugh ] - Laughing makes for a natural smile, and so the sender tries to make the receiver laugh for the photo.

[ Lift ] - For the photo, the sender boldly lifts the receiver up in their arms. Whether or not they can hold them long enough for the photo may be another story…

[ Muscle ] - For the photo, the sender and receiver pull back their sleeves to show off their rippling biceps.

[ Secret ] - The sender leans in close to the receiver and hides their lips from the photo-artifex, suggesting a kiss between the two. Whether or not the sender actually does…

[ Smooch ] - The sender kisses the receiver on the lips for a romantic photo.

[ Spell ] - The sender and the receiver put their hands up in the air, posing in a way that spells out a word.

And any other pose you can think of!

Take a look at the props:

[ Unicorn ] - Unfortunately, no horses are allowed in the ballroom. The Projectionist has thoughtfully prepared a stuffed horse for prop purposes, sturdy enough for one small child to sit on without fearing for their life. A single horn adorns its forehead.

[ Meow ] - Headbands adorned with two cat ears, perfect for hissy felines in human suits.

[ Tinted Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with dark lenses and colorful frames. A little silly-looking.

[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.

[ Arrow ] - A blank white sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to your left. You can write all sorts of things on it, from “Best Girlfriend Ever” to “I’m With Stupid”.

And anything else you can find on the table!

[housegautier]

[ Arrow ] - A blank white sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to your left. You can write all sorts of things on it, from “Best Girlfriend Ever” to “I’m With Stupid”.

"Oh, come on Sylvain! This looks fun!" Hilda grabs him by the wrist and drags him toward whatever it is the Projectionist is up to this time. As long as the evidence of what her dress looks like doesn't make it back home, it should be totally fine!

Giggling, Hilda grabs two arrows to write one, then turns back to her date. "Look, we can both hold one and point them at each other!" The arrow she hands to Sylvain reads "I'm with sexy". She purposely doesn't face the words toward him on the second which says "I'm with stupid".

He is more than willing to let her drag him. It means he has someone else to blame his own interest on.

"Yeah, sure," and he doesn't even bother glimpsing at what the sign that is to be pointed at him says. Sylvain just reads the one slotted into his hands and laughs. "Brilliant, Hil, really."

It's only after the photo is taken, when they get to actually see it, that Sylvain realizes he's been fooled.

The most exasperated sigh ever. "Guess I asked for that one, huh?"

[flowerofgoneril]

"I don't know how you do it," Hilda laughs as she stuffs the photo away into Sylvain's pocket. She can't even rely on the old cleavage pocket to hold her stuff in this dress, damn. At least she's got a date. "But even with the dumb sign, you still look incredibly sexy. Come on, let's take a real one now!"

Silly sign tossed to the side, Hilda rests her hands against his chest and looks over her shoulder with a practiced, perfect smile. She's gotta show off her backless dress somehow!

[flowerofgoneril]

elegiac-boar​:

Super Mario 64 Snow Level (but pink) | dimitri & hilda

Dimitri let out a short hiss when Hilda suddenly squeezed his arm, confused- but the feeling didn’t last for much longer as the dreadful realization dawned on him. You fool, you utter fool! Hilda had been one of the many who had gone to the Sorcery School and witnessed the horrors that happened there! How could you forget about that?! He tried keeping his composure intact, but deep in his mind the prince wished to do nothing but slap himself in his face once or twice, begging for forgiveness before hiding in the nearest hole. “A- oh Goddess, I am so sorry Hilda I…should not have said anything. I am appalled by my lack of tact. And I dragged you to Fhirdiad of all places- ugh…please forgive me.” Just stay quiet, fool! “If you feel uncomfortable at any time please say so and I will do everything in my power to remedy it.” You’re making things worse!

Get it together Dimitri! Nothing good ever comes from your mouth when you get nervous!

Still, occasionally he glances at the pinkette, intrigued by her poise. She seems so…at home? Satisfied, almost. Never in his life Dimitri had managed to act so naturally, genuinely pleased at a ball like that, always stiff with awkwardness or fidgeting out of timid nervousness. Well, if she was truly enjoying herself so far, then he was happy.

Until her comment on wanting to meet Rufus, which earns a wide-eyed look from the prince. “…wait, what? How…” Oh no. “I…both want and do not want to know what you have heard about him so far.” Not that Rufus’ antics were private- no, the opposite really. It seemed more like the man wanted to be known for his oddities, the more eyes on him the merrier. But it still felt…embarrassing, and slightly unnerving, to know that there is surely some wild gossiping making rounds about his uncle. “He is…irresponsible, a foolish man. He can be fun at times but…it is like he cannot discern when it is time to work and when it is time to have fun.”

They were slowly approaching the doors for the main ballroom- at the end of the hall, heavy and tall dark doors were a stark contrast against the palace’s white stone walls decorated in silvers and blues. The prince could hear some music and chatting coming from the door, which felt relieving but that…somehow, made his anxiety spike. 

“Just…disregard his antics.”

@flowerofgoneril​

“No, no, really.  It’s okay.”  Hilda attempts to reassure Dimitri so he’ll just stop but he keeps going and going with his apology and her cheeks grow pinker and pinker.  It is sweet and she can at least tell that he genuinely feels bad but it definitely doesn’t do anything to ease any of her worries.  “And you didn’t drag me here.  I basically told you you were bringing me.  So don’t sweat it, alright?  It’s a ball.  It’s supposed to be fun!”

The sounds of merriment grow as the draw nearer to what Hilda must assume is the ball room but Dimitri’s discomfort seems to grow with it.  She can’t really say she is all that surprised.  He’s always been an awkward guy but this is still his home and his family.  Hilda you literally have a thread where your goal is to keep your brother from realizing you are at the same place he is.  

A single pink eyebrow raises as Dimitri describes his uncle.  He’s trying to make the man seem unappealing but does he not realize who he’s talking to?  “Irresponsible and fun, huh?  Sounds like we’ll get along just fine.”

Hilda knows first hand just how easy it is to get Dimitri flustered.  She can’t imagine his uncle being that bad but she sure cannot wait to find out firsthand for herself.  She is absolutely going to make a point to have an audience with the man if the opportunity doesn’t present itself.  

She is not making any promises to ignore any antics.

“After you, your princliness,” Hilda teases as the doors to the ballroom are opened for them.

[flowerofgoneril]

Hilda is here to be bougie and look hot.

[flowerofgoneril]

frauleindermorgen​:

flowerofgoneril​:

baby you’re a (god shattering) star

The macarons here are quite good. Micaiah had asked after the recipe for the green ones – matcha was the name if she recalled correctly – but had been told it was a trade secret, and so contented herself with leisurely eating them as her own attempts in the kitchen had turned into a horror. She is not sure whether it’s this particular mix or the current company but the powder is more bitter than usual and she finds herself ordering another tea in order to wash it down.

She should leave well enough alone, one part of her thinks while the other declares its high time she actually start taking an interest in her own life and engagements. She is the only one who can live it, after all.

“I see,” Micaiah says finally, mouth smoothing out into a neutral line after taking a long sip of her drink. “I suppose I can understand that. Problems with romance I mean,” she offers, looking within for a truth.

“Honestly,” she says and her teeth shine as she shows her true thought – sharp as her smile, “I really do think sometimes that I would be better without it all. Isn’t it just so troublesome?”

Hilda really has to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She's trying So Hard not to be bitchy but goddess, it is a lot to ask her to sit here and listen to Micaiah talking about understanding problems with troublesome romance. Micaiah has the perfect guy head over heels for her! What could she possibly understand about any of what Hilda is feeling!

"You're really not going to just drop it are you?" Whether Hilda means Micaiah or herself is unclear. "I like Pelleas, okay! I like him a lot! I didn't want to be that bitchy girl and let it make things weird between us but you just won't stop pushing. Is this what you wanted!?"

She sets her tea cup down a little too hard. It clangs against the saucer and the rose flavored liquid splashes up over the sides. This is exactly the opposite of what she wanted. Just another consequence of her stupid, stupid hope that Pelleas would ever look at someone like her.

[flowerofgoneril]

prayerwitch​:

flowerofgoneril​:

Prom Practice

sara not only laughs, but does so outright, cheeks stretched in a closed mouth grin.

“i was not aware,” she confesses, conjuring leif’s face to mind with ease earnestly. “i care for him a great deal, but i like many things and people.”

in truth, sara does not entirely understand the social conventions that govern the ethereal ball and just about every other event hosted by the academy. it is beyond her that anyone would choose to attach themself to only one person for the night, perhaps owing to the fact that she has better sense than most and feels no shame in showing up with or without a date to call hers.

“ i would not deny he is special to me. although i would also have you know he’s graceless and awkward when it comes to dance. i’m much better than that, right? i hope you will save a dance for me at the ball. i cannot think of a better way to thank you for showing me these steps.”

"Oh, definitely better!" Hilda laughs with Sara. She can definitely believe that. She hasn't really spoken to Leif but he has this awkward aura about him that Hilda is sure would be present in his attempts at dancing. She imagines him stiff and uncomfortable and she kind of wants to ask him for a dance now just to see if she's right. "But of course I'll save a dance for you! We are friends now, right?"

It's going to be a blast, she just knows it. Hilda might not have a date yet but she is determined. Her dress will be perfect and her date will be handsome. She's got plenty of friends to share dances with. Now she just needs to somehow find the patience to last until the actual date of the ball!

[blaydiud]

Super Mario 64 Snow Level (but pink) | dimitri & hilda

Closed starter for @flowerofgoneril (Fhirdiad Royal Ball)

In and out, breathe slowly and try your best to politely seem unbothered by the arm tightly wrapped around yours as royal staff and knights open way for you and…her.

It was an odd little twist of events he should’ve seen coming but managed to fail spectacularly, falling right into her trap- that and his inability to deny her more firmly, both because at this point the prince wonders if they are actually friends and because if his uncle caught wind of it he’d never know peace again.

No, this is impossible. 

Usually announcements of Fhirdiad’s royal balls rarely left Kingdom territory, being mostly reserved for faerghian nobles and some distinguished guests lucky enough to be personally invited by the king or queen themselves, but this is Rufus’ reign and the only rules on paper are the ones he comes up with on that specific morning- or so some of the staff likes to gossip. The royal capital had balls on a near monthly basis at this point, the regent king’s partying nature seemingly impossible to be tamed or held back now that he had all the power and resources on hand. Some saw him as an irresponsible, selfish, hedonist womanizing good-for-nothing, and others…

…well, almost everyone saw him that way and Dimitri couldn’t blame them, because it wasn’t like Rufus did anything to improve his image either.

This ball was ‘special’ however, because Dimitri was formally requested to attend- or rather, Rufus pestered him endlessly to ‘live’ and ‘have fun’ and ‘do something other than swing that disgusting bone lance around’. But then it became an even more ‘special’ moment when the prince was caught off guard not too long after receiving his uncle’s letter by none other than the flower of Goneril herself, Hilda, with bright pink eyes and a sweet smile hiding her intentions.

He had no idea how she found out about the ball.

And that’s how he found himself walking into the royal palace’s entrance hall with the Goneril heir’s arm locked with his’, as knights dutifully stood ground and staff also, although the prince didn’t miss the maids and butlers trying their best to gossip all hush hush without being caught. By now, his cheeks’ color matched Hilda’s hair. Just face this as a friendly outing, Dimitri. Maybe she has never gone to a faerghian ball before and just wants to see new things.

“Is uh…this…your first time in Faerghus?” He tried to make way for conversation, but it was horribly awkward. After being successfully bullied into bringing her, his excuse was that it was for diplomatic reasons- to improve the Kingdom and the Alliance’s relations…or something like that, he wrote that letter without a single thought in his mind. 

He lets out an exhasperated sigh. “Look, just ignore my uncle, okay? He is an odd…foolish, eccentric man. The ballroom is probably a mess- I promise the actual formal balls held by my family are not like this…” The prince tried his best to ignore the literal feathers dotting the carpet here and there, but his wide blue eyes were far too obvious. By the heavens above what did this man do now?

[flowerofgoneril]

It was easy to convince Dimitri to bring her as his date to his uncle's ball. Maybe even a little too easy but Hilda isn't one to complain. She's got herself a ticket to a royal ball and on the arm of Faergus's crown prince! Hilda's been rather uncharacteristically down in the dumps since Pelleas's rejection and there are few things that bring her mood up more than a room full of people staring and adoring her. And as awkward as he is, she does like Dimitri. Maybe she'll even get the chance to see him loosen up a little if he's in his home country around family.

Hilda carries herself proudly as the pair enters the party. She stands tall with her head held high and a perfectly practiced smile graces her lips. She knows exactly what's expected of her and hardly feels the pressure of having such a high profile date. These are the types of events she loves. She knows Dimitri is just as lucky to be here with her as she is with him.

He asks if this is her first time in Faergus and Hilda has to resist the urge to glare. She knows he's nervous. It's written all over his blushing face. But he knows she's been here before and she wishes she hasn't. There is nothing Hilda wants more than to simply forget everything that happened at the School of Sorcery. Her grip on Dimitri's arm tightens and she forces a smile as she answers, "it's my first time here for fun at least."

Dimitri attempts to make excuses for his Uncle Rufus and Hilda is able to relax again, giggling behind her free hand. "Actually, I've heard things about your uncle and I've got to say, I'm looking forward to meeting the man. He sounds fun." She wonders where Dimitri came from with such a chill dude as a guardian.

[flowerofgoneril]

frauleindermorgen​:

baby you’re a (god shattering) star

“‘I thought it would make sense to ask someone who’s knowledgeable in the art, yes,” Micaiah said simply, leading the way to the tea house once Hilda falls in step with her. “I grew to enjoy tactics despite being forced to learn them but I am not entirely sure the same thing will happen with fashion,” she comments wryly, “still if you have other matters to attend to I am sure I can find another way.”

Once they are seated Hilda opens up a bit more, or attempts to at least. Micaiah’s hands wrap around her cup of ginger tea as she listens and tries to make sense of the tug and pull of Hilda’s emotions. She smiles at her last comment before taking a sip.

“Oh, I don’t think going alone sounds so arduous - it is what I plan to do after all, though I have promised a friend or two a dance. Still, I am happy for you Hilda. I do not know much about Sylvain but if you chose him, surely he’s a good match.”

The waitress comes with the menu of sweets then and Micaiah pauses to look over the new choices. She decides quickly on the new pomelo rice treat and peers at Hilda over the menu, finally deciding to take the plunge.

“If you really would like to know why I asked after you it is because, if I am not mistaken, the thing on your mind has something to do with me correct?”

Oh of course Micaiah is perfectly happy going alone. Just one more thing she has on Hilda. She's not so insecure that she needs someone else's approval to feel any kind of worth.

But Hilda perks up when she sees the menu and happily orders rose macarons to go with her rose tea. They're pink and cute and will compliment her outfit adorably as she eats them. As far as food goes, she has always preferred choosing based on visual aesthetics. If it's going to look cute sitting on her plate, it's perfect.

Then Micaiah drops the truth. Hilda had a feeling the other girl suspected something but it's different actually hearing her say it. "No, nooo. Like I said, it's just guy problems. I'm a little bummed I won't be getting the perfect romantic evening I've been dreaming of since my brother's academy days but I can fake it with Sylvain at least."

She takes a bite of one of her cookies and at least they are delicious. Not quite enough to overtake the awful, bitter taste of jealousy but it's enough to at least keep her from being a complete downer.

[flowerofgoneril]

April Activity

Points Earned: 1

Check: Gauntlet +1

Skill Changes

Gauntlet: D+ -> C

New Abilities

Killer Knuckles

Classes Unlocked

Brawler

[pirrhyc]

posts from discord, the chaotic ball dates

[flowerofgoneril]

divinetyrfing​:

Wrong Pink Sister

“well i don’t exactly have a sister named hilda, do i?” sigurd smirks in exasperated amusement, taking the lead as they walk down the hall towards the sign up area. “i’d rather a student like you be in the audience than actually in the arena but… you’re welcome, anyhow.” who knows what kind of people they would be going up against? men who weren’t afraid to pull dirty tricks to win, no doubt.

“yes. eth is my sister. she’s pink and… don’t tell her i said this, but tiny like you.” yes, he can just imagine her yelling at him for calling her small. thank the crusaders she wasn’t around to hear him. he gives hilda a brief once over, a thought visibly forming in his head. “honestly the further i think about it the more i think you could pass as her.”

“I am pretty tiny.  Delicate too.”  Hilda stretches her arms over her head as they walk.  “I can’t imagine I’ll make it very far in this gauntlet.  I guess you’ll have to carry us through as the big, strong knight!”

Hilda is amused by the comparisons to Sigurd’s sister.  She supposes he kind of reminds her of Holst too.  He’s at least a big guy like her brother is.  Holst’d give her an earful if she tried to enter a fight like this.  At least Sigurd isn’t being that overprotective.

The fighters are divided up into a bracket with Hilda on one side and Sigurd on the other.  Hilda watches as the fights progress.  It isn’t the neat, orderly sparring that she’d watch Holst and his knights or the students at the academy engage in.  There are no rules here and these folks do not care how badly they injure each other.  She’s going to actively have to try if she want’s to come out of this with her cute face still cute.

[flowerofgoneril]

frauleindermorgen​:

baby you’re a (god shattering) star

Micaiah’s smile of relief turns into an expression of confusion as Hilda, clearly recognizing her, sweeps past her with a one word greeting. She does not know Hilda well and so cannot make sense of the warring emotions that coalesced around her like a thunder cloud but Micaiah gets the distinct impression the woman thinks she’s been wronged somehow.

She follows after Hilda despite herself, intent on this great mystery, and falters when the clouds part and Hilda turns back to her with an expression much more suited to what she knows of the other.

Guy trouble, hm? A piece of the puzzle slides into place and Micaiah puts it aside for the time being. There was one person in particular Micaiah and Hilda held shared affinities with but no names had been said as of yet.

“It’s… fine. I was going to ask you to tea, actually, mostly because I can’t make heads or tails of this.”

Micaiah waves the boutique’s brochure, frustrated, and gestures to Hilda’s attire with a gentler manner. Her eyes take in where they are in the castle town and she leads the way to the bakery she’s seen around here known for its outdoor seating.

“But if there’s something on your mind perhaps we’d best talk about that instead?”

“You want me to help you with your dress?”  There’s a tiny, petty voice in the back of Hilda’s mind that tells her to refuse.  Let her figure it out herself and end up with something unflattering.  But that’s not who she is.  She likes Micaiah.  “But yeah, sure.  Tea and dresses sounds fun.”

She doesn’t like the question that follows at all.  Does Micaiah know?  She can’t imagine Pelleas telling her or anyone really about the awkward heart to heart they had.  He’s way too shy.  Maybe she can pry a little bit.

“You don’t really want to hear about the romantic woes of Hilda, do you?”  She laughs as she follows Micaiah toward the bakery.  It’s one she hasn’t actually been to yet.  Hopefully they have something cute and pink for her to try.  “I was worried I wouldn’t have a date but I guess I’m going with Sylvain now.  Still, being dateless until this late was super nerve wracking.  What if I ended up having to go alone!?”

[flowerofgoneril]

pirrhyc​:

mr. brightside

   “ Is being with Sylvain truly that abhorrent? He always seems to have all these different people interested in him one after another, so I had been given the complete opposite idea. ”   Not that Pelleas knew the man personally or even ever exchanged a word with him. He’s only heard hearsay and caught glimpses of the man in what classes the Blue Lions share, but the image he had conjured up of the redhead based on the rumors was a man oozing charisma and pheromones.

He’s thought from time to time that it’d be nice to be someone like Sylvain, but if Hilda was speaking of him as a last resort, maybe he ought to rethink his evaluation…

Such gossip now eases Pelleas up a bit, making their interaction feel normal again— like water truly was under the bridge, but those nerves flare up all over again when Hilda swings back to talk of Micaiah.

“ I-It’s fine… I don’t want to hope. I’ve already asked plenty of her. ”  Liar, he calls himself out on it. But he really didn’t wish to hope. He has thought that for ages, but that doesn’t stop the way his heart aches for her anyway.

His heart, despite how much his mind revolts, stays selfish through and through.

“ While I appreciate your support, this is a choice I want her to make on her own. So long has she been forced to stay by my side because of reasons besides just who I am as a person, so for this once… I’d like to know. If there was nothing in this world that forced her to be with me… would she still stay? ”

He buries his face in the palm of one of his hands then, realizing the hugeness of what he’s asking: without a royal title, without any dark magic, without any power at all… was there something left after all of that? Something worth anything?

Fear grips him then at such an epiphany. How stupid was he to not understand just what he asks? It had been a question he had answered years ago, telling himself decisively ‘no.’

What’s to say there’s anything now?

“ I…! I’m sorry. It must not be very fun to hear me talk about her, circumstances being what they are… Is there something I can do to make things up to you, Hilda? ”

"Sylvain is..." Hilda's voice trails off as she thinks about why she'd never consider anything serious with him. Too flirty, a liar, fake, never his real self. He's a master of his craft and he's exactly like her though she expects his reasons for putting on the act are different from hers. But she wouldn't be surprised if they were at least similar. "He's too much like me, I guess." Undatable and unlovable. No fucking wonder Pelleas turned her down.

She takes his hand and pries it off his face, lacing their fingers together in a way that she hopes says You're My Friend and not I Don't Know When to Give Up. "I promise I won't say anything unless you ask me to. I get it, you know. Wanting something real. Someone who wants to be with you, not what you can give them."

His next ask leaves her with a devilish grin and she flutters her eyelashes at him. "Oh Pelleas, you do know how dangerous it is to say something like that around me, right?" With a laugh, she shakes off the mask and bears her true face once more. "There's only one thing I'll ask. Promise me you won't let this fuck up what we already have. Yeah, I'd love to turn this into something more but I can't imagine not having you as my friend."

[flowerofgoneril]

munday: your muse vs you!

tagging: dash!!

tagged by: cece!

take the test here!

hilda’s type: ESFP-T, the entertainer

extroverted - 75% observant - 78% feeling - 68% prospecting- 100% turbulent - 85%

my type: ENFP-T the campaigner...it’s amusing to me because I usually end up with ESFP but occasionally ENFP depending on I guess my mood

extroverted - 68% intuitive - 84% feeling -91% prospecting - 100% turbulent - 89%

what are some differences between you and your muse?

Hilda is a flirt.  I was definitely a Hilda type flirt when I was younger but have mellowed out since I realized I was ace and then even more so once I got married.

Hilda is afraid of commitment and rejection to the point that she will not do it.  I thoroughly believe that rejection is inevitable but I need a commitment to bad I’ll risk it

Hilda will actually step up and take charge and/or responsibility if the other person involved is even worse at it than she is.

what are some similarities between you and your muse?

Pink

Perfectionists that would rather fail on purpose than try our best and potentially fail

Procrastinators

Crafty

Ultimate fear is rejection and disappointing others especially those we are closest to

[flowerofgoneril]

Hilda and Fashion

I wrote one of these for Deirdre and it was really fun but I’ve got a lot of Hilda thoughts too!  And I promised N I would put them all down dskjfhskdf.  I just really fucking love costume analysis and the thought that costume designers put into their work.

Hilda 100% puts a ton of effort into her outward appearance.  Her entire support chain with Lysithea is evidence of this.  Honestly I could talk about that specific support chain for hours it’s one of my favorites!  Hilda knows that looks are important and how a person appears outwardly greatly effects how they are perceived.  Specifically these lines here from the B support I will show.

Hilda: Let's put up your hair to show off your neck. But we'll leave a few strands hanging, to make you look more vulnerable.

Lysithea:  Why would I want to appear vulnerable? I don't want to be attacked!

Hilda:  This is for wooing, not warring. When you're older, you might understand the importance of looking a little vulnerable.

Hilda uses her makeup and fashion choices as another tool in crafting her hehe I’m such a delicate flower persona.  So...why does she choose what she chooses?

Academy Phase: Everyone is in a school uniform but Hilda gives off more school girl vibes than the other girls.  Pigtails.  White blouse.  Short Skirt.  Tall socks.  Hey it’s the “Baby One More Time” video!  She’s going for that sweet and innocent vibe.  Sexy but still sweet.  It’s classic and stereotypical but it works and she knows it.

War Phase:  Everyone's older so we see a more adult sexiness to Hilda's Look. Namely a tiddy window. The pigtails almost fuse into one uh bigtail and she adds more accessories. I'm kinda surprised she doesn't wear accessories in the preskip since that's like her whole deal but again I think that's part of the obvious schoolgirl look she's aiming for. Now that she's moved out of that phase of her life she glams it up more. Years ago I read someone's headcanon that she wears the big arm poofs to hide that fact that she's totally ripped and I really liked it. I do not remember who said it or even where I saw it but I really like it and shout out to the original thinker of it.

Three Hopes: I am definitely looking forward to playing this and getting more of a vibe for why she looks like this now but I do wanna point out some things I've noticed already. It's definitely a sweeter look than her regular post skip with the cute lil bow. Little bit of Red Riding Hood vibes. But the biggest thing I noticed is how similar her outfit is to Caspar's. I won't lie, I totally like them as a ship so I'm big eyes at that from a stupid shippy perspective but also why him of all folks? For sure I will pop back to this after playing fewth with an update.

I feel like I had more to say but now I don't remember so I guess if I think of things I'll come back and add them but here ya go more of my probably incoherent ramblings!

[frauleindermorgen]

baby you’re a (god shattering) star

Elincia had been unable to come with her to the fitting today so Micaiah stands, brows wrinkled, as she goes over one of the pamphlets the boutique had given her having arrived (not so) fashionably early.

She sighs, putting the parchment back in her pocket and managing to at least not glance into the boutique’s window. She supposes most queens had other people - actually knowledgeable in the art - to do this for them, and from what she remembered of the ceremony back in Daein the palace at least had exactly that, but she had come to Garreg Mach to learn all the could with her own faculties.

She just had not expected to feel so out of her depth.

A nobleman in front of her practically dives through the door the moment the bell on it jingles signaling its opening. Micaiah has little time to wonder at that, however, as the woman walking out is one she recognizes and she thinks finally something pleasant.

“Hilda,” she smiles, relief written all over her expression, “it’s good to see you again. I can see you are shopping for the ball but perhaps you would visit with me for a moment? I would love to hear your perspective on the event, if you have the time of course.” 

[flowerofgoneril]

Hilda's dress for the ball had been mostly finished for awhile. It's the one thing she will not under any circumstances procrastinate on. She can't imagine a worse situation than not having something brand new to wear to the event of the season! Though, until now, she hasn't been able to get the gown hemmed since she wasn't able to find a pair of shoes. It isn't like she could decide on her heel height until she knew how tall her date would be!

She hums happily as she opens the door to the dress shop, brand new shoes in hand and ready to finally have her dress finished. But she freezes as soon as Micaiah of all people greets her. Pink eyes grow cold and Hilda offers a simple "hey" as she brushes past her.

She stops again and takes a deep breath. That really wasn't fair, was it? It's not like she can blame Micaiah or even Pelleas for how she feels. Of course Pelleas preferred Micaiah over her. Any sane person would. Hilda knows better than anyone undatable she is.

Turning around to face the other girl but the time with a smile, Hilda tries again. "Wow, that was really bitchy, wasn't it? Sorry about that. Guy troubles. You know it is."