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@fraldariusborn
Hi! I’m back from my long hiatus.
Twitter banned my Felix again, and I’m tired of it, so I’m returning to Tumblr RP.
During my absence, I feel as though I’ve improved my Felix, so if you’re interested in writing with me, please reblog and like this post! I’ll come into your PMs to plot with you!
Indefinite Hiatus.
I’m so sorry everyone. I’ll try to come back, though admittedly, it’s difficult to rp on Tumblr when I have to sit at my desktop merely to write.
I am a part of a Fire Emblem Discord RP server, however, if any of you are interested in catching my Felix there as well as meeting new people!
Message me in IMs if that catches your interest. :)
OOC
So Twitter suspended my Felix account because he told someone to kill themselves.
Nice to know that my Felix would be banned for being in character. Maybe I really will come back to Tumblr full time.
Linhardt:
The brash northerner is hardly one to talk. At least Linhardt doesn’t seem to alienate everyone he sees—certainly, he has his own oddities, but Felix is simply prickly! And the young priest is hardly going to waste his energy on pointless activities like arguing with such a close-minded individual.
Still… he watches from the edge of his vision for the unstable green glow of healing magic as the swordsman finally succeeds—if marginally. A poor attempt, but something for Felix’s efforts at least.
‘ Apparently so, I guess you’re now ready to run off into the battlefield and save all those limbs you lop off with your blade. ’ Linhardt’s sarcasm is somewhat drier than usual, clearly nonplussed with the effort. He hardly lifts his head from his book as he continues, ‘ don’t let me stop you now when you’re clearly going to overtake my skills within hours. ’
To add salt, he raises a hand silently and a glow forms in a moment. The last traces of the student’s bruise disappears without Linhardt even going near him.
A vein jumped angrily in Felix’s temple. How he hated self-assured fools like Linhardt, who boasted no talent in anything save for their own shortsightedness.
His blade is suddenly drawn from his hip, and ignoring the nervous gaze of Professor Byleth, he suddenly pointed it at Linhardt’s nose. When he was certain he had the mage’s attention, he’d snap, “since you’re so well versed in magic, pick up a sword and face me in battle.”
Knowing Linhardt, however, he’d decline. So he’d need a way to finally put his new classmate in his place.
“You keep speaking about how adept you are at magic. Unlike you, however, I apply myself to other branches of combat, something that you lack. You speak big words for someone so well-trained in magic; it’s almost as if you’re afraid that I’ll surpass you in the one thing you’re good at.”
The sword’s point never left Linhardt’s face.
“You feel threatened. Why else would you insult someone who has clearly never bothered to study magic until now? Let’s see how well you fare in a different stream of combat. Now fight me.”
“I want you to sing for me. I hear your voice when I’m asleep, or in battle… It’s like…it’s like I’m your captive.”
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OOC
Hello, new followers! Time for me to stop putting off threads, put my drawings away, and actually interact with you all!
Like this post for a starter. Reblog it as well if you want to plot in DMs.
OOC
I believe I’ve answered all the threads I owe thus far.
If I’ve missed yours, please privately message me and I will hasten towards it!
Goodnight.
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“Your running around the monastery and tending to whatever chores are available is only going to make you dead weight on the battlefield,” Felix’s prickly voice rings out from Annette’s left.
But regardless, the swordsman sighed and helped himself to the stack of books that she was currently lugging around.
“I mean it, Annette. If you exhaust yourself to the point of no return, you’re only going to be a liability out there. I refuse to help you when you fall due to your own negligence.”
He fell in step with the flame-haired sorceress and continued, “where do you want these? I’m presuming the library?”
A New Face:
Though it truthfully stings a bit, how cold and biting his words are, Inshel simply shrugs it off, and with rapid, practiced motions, retrieves a ladle and begins to fill bowl after bowl from the pot, passing it to each member of the line with a smile, replying to their thanks with just simple nods of her head.
But she’s not paying them much attention of course, outside of simple pleasantries, and she can’t help but wonder if this stoic, cold man, regards her the same way and she does most others. Just another asset in battle, that could be gone at a moment’s notice. She can’t help but wonder if there’s no point in her efforts to be friendly with him.
“Thank you for your help, Felix. I know you were just assigned the post, but you’re probably the most competent person I’ve had on kitchen duty with me. Your efficiency is appreciated.”
“Hmph.”
That’s the only reply Inshel will get from Felix. Clearly, he has no intentions of getting closer to her. Furthermore, he detested empty praises, instead preferring to keep to his lonesome rather than bother himself with the company of others who didn’t share his ideals.
The soldiers are fed, which prompts Felix to fill his own bowl. When that was done, he’d brush past his comrade, and without another look in her direction, he’d scathingly remark, “keep your worthless praise to yourself. I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say to me.”
With that, the prickly swordsman rounded the corner and left.
Ingrid:
That stubborn shell wasn’t simple enough to break though the PEGASUS KNIGHT had no intentions of leaving him alone for long. Regardless of what he says, there was a part of him that wanted to keep everyone close. Clearly his family was never keen on displaying their affections quite easily for others to see. Hearing that little comparison to a motherly figure, INGRID shook her head in absolute disapproval. Maybe a little sarcasm would be sent in his direction if he’s quite intent on POKING HER BUTTONS over those concerns for him. “ Very funny FELIX. Maybe if you weren’t running off on your own where my eyes couldn’t see you anymore, I would have no reason to act like your MOTHER. ”
Emerald hues observed her friend getting ready to depart, now viewing that dish of hers relatively empty. Some food was stuffed inside her face throughout his words before getting up. The empty tray is clenched tightly while considering what else to say. Trying to explain her KNIGHTHOOD any further would lead them to jumping around in circles…almost saddened that he doesn’t understand her. “ Well if you have a change of heart or you want to train with me, just find me where the PEGASUS stables are. Unless you have something else you want to let me know? ”
“Hmph.”
That’s really the only response Felix has for Ingrid. Even now, he can’t meet her eye; the mere thought of locking gazes with her while he resorted to insults towards his childhood friend is too taxing.
She rose from her seat, and Felix retained his distance from her. Amber eyes would still pointedly avoid emerald-hued ones.
“No,” he stated flatly, “that’s all I had to say.”
In truth, it frustrated him that Ingrid would not abandon her ideals. Why couldn’t she simply stay at home, find a husband, and live out her life with nary a fear of a gruesome death on the battlefield?
It was beyond infuriating.
“We’re done here.”
And with that, Felix left. He wasn’t about to offer her any other parting words aside from those three.
Ingrid:
Their conversation is spent with nothing more than arguments between the PEGASUS KNIGHT and her friend. Precisely as her own path was decided, he wouldn’t let down his guard no matter how she tried to assure him. He wouldn’t be pleased with any decision INGRID made…not unless she chose to head back home to GALATEA territory where she’d be forced to sit idly by. When will he understand that isn’t what the woman seeks? It nearly forced her to feel like she had to play the role of a defenseless girl at home. Of course the KNIGHT doesn’t enjoy that lifestyle and rather settle those matters when the war ended. But he was rarely giving her much PEACE of mind when it came to his distancing. A hand extends out with emerald hues harboring their saddened look as she speaks—it’s best to tell him directly. “ FELIX, I am not going to die and I won’t put you through that PAIN again that you went with your brother. I know you haven’t forgotten and that is your reason for pushing everyone away. ”
Even INGRID is guilty for not being absolutely over the death of her fiancee, which gave her enough reason to remain by her friend’s side. The more he tried to distance himself from others, the more the KNIGHT saw through that nature. It’s frustrating to deal with this stubbornness and might have invited the wrong impression but she didn’t mind. For a moment, her hand rests against his cheek to at least let him understand she’s here before stepping back. “ But I want you to at least have some faith in me that I won’t die because of what I believe in. It won’t happen again…I promise that much. ”
For a long moment, Felix said nothing, instead choosing to turn his angry look to the side, as if looking Ingrid in the eye was too taxing on his nerves at the moment.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” comes the bland and cynical reply, “just stop. It’s not as if your being a knight will make him come back. Furthermore, I’m not interested in listening to your theories about why I choose to speak the truth when it concerns you idealistic fools.”
Felix turned his back on her then, his very being emanating his fury with the whole conversation.
“I don’t care whether you die or not.”
Yes, he did.
“I also don’t care what happens to you on the battlefield. Your desperation to follow in Glenn’s footsteps is pathetic at best. If you’re so eager to run to your demise out there, then don’t bother talking to me from this point on.”
With that, Felix left without deigning Ingrid with a parting glance.
OOC
Hello, new followers! Time for me to stop putting off threads, put my drawings away, and actually interact with you all!
Like this post for a starter. Reblog it as well if you want to plot in DMs.
“You haven’t
EARNED
my PITY.”
⚔︎ New Independent Felix from Fire Emblem: Three Houses.
⚔︎ Multi-Ship and Multiverse.
⚔︎ Detailed and Literate. 10+ Years of RP Experience.
⚔︎ New to Verse and Character.
Mercedes:
𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝑂𝐸𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝐹𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐺𝐴𝑍𝐸 . it’s hard for him , she understands . and while she does worry if she might be annoying him legitimately , mercedes decides that the rising heat in his face isn’t a dangerou sign . she glances at him as she helps clean up .
“ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ? 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 . ” she says , her earnest honesty even catching her by surprise . to care about someone she doesn’t know well would be foolish to anyone else , but it’s only natural . they’re in the same house , it’s like the same family . mercedes sighs . “ are you feeling unwell ? i can take over your kitchen duties from you . ”
she looks over her shoulder at the sheet pan . the scones should be cool enough by now . she hesitates , then smiles . “ i understand if you have to leave , but do you want to try one of these first ? i suppose i did make them for you , though i’ll share them with the others if they’re not to your taste . ”
Felix heaved a sigh and shook his head.
“Stop apologizing. You... didn’t do anything wrong,” he replied. He couldn’t stay mad at Mercedes; she was such an honest and earnest soul. How could anyone hold any ill will against her? He continued, “no. I’m fine. Stop worrying about me, I can handle something as easy as cleaning a kitchen floor.”
As he made to brush past his fellow comrade, she’d ask him if he wanted a scone. What was even more surprising was the fact that she had baked them specifically for him. That alone was enough to cause Felix to pause in his tracks.
“You made them? For me? Why?”
Why would she do that? What had he done to warrant that kindness?
Linhardt:
The look Linhardt responds with is pure indifference, but he does remain quiet for the moment. There’s no point wasting his energy on someone who clearly has no intention of taking his advice. Still, he doesn’t move away for the simple reason that Felix’s next failure will sting the swordsman more with his rejected advisor’s silent scrutiny.
And sting it clearly does—though perhaps more for Felix’s unfortunate “patient”. Linhardt thinks on not commenting for a moment, but the opportunity is far too good a one to miss.
‘ If that’s what you’re aiming for, then I suggest setting your standards lower. Even someone like me who doesn’t take training seriously is clearly better suited to anything with to do with magic. You’d do better to give up at this point, before your poor partner there bleeds to death under his skin. ’ As sharp as his words are, the priest’s tone is nothing more than his usual apathy. Linhardt does nod towards the bruise, however, noticing that it’s still expanding slowly.
But he does nothing more than that; he simply returns, book in hand, to his seat and resumes his own reading. Felix knows where to find him.
Felix was nothing, if not arrogant.
And so a scoff rolled off his tongue. He forced his partner to the bleachers where a team of healers sat and awaited any of the marred students. When that was done, hard amber eyes would turn to glare at Linhardt.
“You’re insufferable. Go ahead and say whatever you want. I’ll only prove myself better than you the more I train. It can’t be that different from swordplay, so you’d best keep your nose out of matters where it doesn’t belong.”
The nameless student settled themselves opposite of Felix again, and he noted the bruise that had been blooming under their pale skin seemed to look weeks old now.
This time, Felix focused. With a huff under his breath, the swordsman tried again, proving to be successful. Though the bruise hadn’t completed faded, it looked as if it’d only need a day or so before the skin returned to its default state.
“Hmph. Your words proved to be baseless.”
"i wanna be strong like you and mommy!"
Anon Children || Accepting
To say he’s confused is an understatement.
“Like me? Who’s ‘mommy?’ And who are you, even?”
Send me anons as my muse's child.
s+ felix imo. very clear voice and just the right level of biting sass from what i've read ! 10/10 will pester again .
How am I doing with my character? || Accepting
OOC:
Thank you! I’m happy to hear it. I’m still new to writing Felix, so I haven’t committed the nuances of his character to my mind completely just yet. I’m happy you can hear his voice in my writing!
And I always welcome Linhardt to pester the tsundere in thigh highs.
