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private fire emblem multi - muse gently adored by mimi. main fire emblem blog is HOLYSIGHT.

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AY MY LOVELY MOONBEAMS it’s mimi and i just kicked back my fe multimuse alive and there’s lots of cool peeps from almost all the games, ( yes ur favorite asshole fernand included!! ) so if you’re interested please punch the heart / reblog and stuff!!!!! i’d appreciate it mwah!!

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yo, this is a starter call, don’t forget to specify the muse 💖 mutuals only, mwah

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muses i want to add once i’ll Be Back 🤔🤔 + saber ( fe2/15 ) + volke ( fe9/10 ) + haar ( fe9/10 )

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❝ Will you marry me? ❞ ( lay that sweet chrwan fluff on me bby )

even if swan is stripped of her memories, she knows about the most basic written fairy tales; the well - deserved joy and laughter after the hero’s struggle and the happily ever after that follows. she’ll never know for sure if her parents told her such stories before bed, but she fathoms with confidence that princes usually do not end up with tacticians, let alone one with unknown origins.

she’s only an uncertainty yet she feels fortunate.chrom has always been warm despite the meager truths she could provide. he shares his life and bed generously with her and swan revels in his affection and the stories he offers her. too often it lingers on her how she cannot return the memories he indulges her with; but she is content in listening to him and looking forward to fill the empty pages of her mind together.

the question freezes her bones in a mix of surprise and bewilderment. amethyst eyes are round, confused, lost, almost as if they are back to the very first time they’ve met. her love pounds loudly in her ears and she observes him, down on one knee. it’s too formal, she thinks, and it causes her to close the distance between them with a nervous step. gods, he’s a prince, and she’s only a tactician. her heart feels heavy and it makes her eyes wet with unshed tears but on her lips, the most dazzling smile can be found. she has nothing to give and he only continues to offer more.

     ❛ chrom, ❜ she starts almost like a plea, voice trembling as she pushes strands of blue hair away from his deep blue eyes she has always loved. ❛ yes! i - i mean—— i will! i’ll marry you! ❜ she fusses, questioning what is the proper response, her thumbs lovingly caressing his cheeks. she places amorously plump lips ‘pon his own then, sealing his proposal with a promise of her own—— her smile never fading. ❛ i love you, ❜ she murmurs softly against his mouth. here’s their joy, her laughter—— it sounds like bells!  ❛ i want to be by your side forever! ❜ and the happily ever after. / @destinytied!!

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amber eyes flicker behind him to witness the dreaded gaze that has been pressing on his back for a little while now. temperamental in nature, it does not take much for fernand to be bothered by others’ behaviors, glowering without any moderation. a remark is bitten back, lips pressed together as his jaw clenches; a valiant effort, given how fernand is so easily outspoken. unsaid words are traded for an annoyed huff, but he continues ignoring the girl’s stare anyhow. the corridors of the castle are busy at this hour, and though the nobleman hasn’t been in the knights for long, he ponders over how he actually never saw this girl before, for he was already acquainted with most of his peers.

a minute barely passes and he is far too irritable to patiently wait for the stranger to leave on her own. his accomplishment at abstaining himself is already lost! it’s with confident steps that he closes the distance between her and him, striding elegantly despite the scowl shadowing over his features. of course he never saw her here; though beautiful, she looked far too frail to belong in the ranks. 

      ❛ you there, ❜ he snaps suddenly, brows furrowing in an unpleased frown, chin held ever so proudly. ❛ i demand you quit staring this instant. it is most unnerving. do you not have anything better to do? ❜ / @castitatli!!

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i went on my old fernand blog and rounded many hc posts bc i still love this guy with all my heart!! it somewhat leads to this chara study i guess!!

i. fernand always adored his parents. his father is a strict man driven forward by duty, serious in his approach, but always with a glowing kindness nonetheless. fernand appropriated this composure at a young age. he always considered his father as a learning figure, but could never still his tongue to share his blunt thoughts. as a child, fernand could almost always be found by his mother’s side, but never in a clingy way. before motherhood, she was in the knights but her service was relatively short, since she shed her armor after marriage. he has her silver hair, full lips and thick eyebrows.

ii. concerning siblings, fernand has an older sister, évelyne, who is three years his senior. they got along wonderfully as children, but grew quickly apart as they got older. later on, fernand welcomes in the family a much younger half - brother and sister through his father’s second marriage. ( which he didn’t approve of at first and he voiced it rather clearly. ) fernand was very close to both and constantly took care of them as a dedicated big brother, almost like a father. fernand may seem cold and austere, but is surprisingly very fond of children. éloi and florence were one of the few things that never failed to make him smile. he loved to tell them tales and tutor them. ( they barged in and forced him to! )

iii. being the second eldest child, his father had great expectations from him, and so did fernand about himself. he quickly adopted his father’s views and fairness to the small - folk. he may have not always agreed with the king’s decisions, but fernand always was enamored with the idea of serving the people and providing accordingly. fernand however dearly wished for more and sought an active role he could dedicate himself to. clive had the answer and he followed his dear friend’s steps in becoming a knight. his father was against the idea and the danger it implied but fernand is rather  .  .  .  stubborn. they still came to an agreement, and they wrote to each other every now and then. his father could also be more lenient with his decision, given how évelyne was the eldest and constantly helped their father.

iv. without any doubt, fernand is naturally leery to anyone who presents themselves in his social circle without any warning, especially if they didn’t seek his ‘‘ permission ’’. even if he came to an understanding with his father’s new wife, ( who was his previous tutor ) he never sought to be acquainted with her, but still respected each other’s boundaries. while clair guards her brother like a lion ( as he words it ) fernand unconsciously adopts this behavior with anyone he deems dear to his heart, though he does it more discreetly and with a scowl on his face. he is very protective, to say the least. after his loss, the deliverance is his last resort as to what he identifies like home. bringing commoners in the army is a knife through his heart— after all, how dare clive brings home his family’s murderers and think they can be a part of them?

v. fernand lost his mother in his teenage years. his conservative nature is clumsily shaped by his worry for the women of his entourage. this grew after his mother’s death. he does not doubt them, but he’d rather not see them get hurt in battle and step down and fit the expected standards, where they’ll be safe. however even fernand seems to see the wrong of his ways and goes back and forth on his opinion, given his fascination for mathilda and how he never dismissed clair’s talents. ( and even personally contributed to flourish them. )

vi. fernand’s hair color is naturally silver, inherited from his mother. the color seems a bit unusual but it’s nothing unnatural. ( at least, in fernand’s case. ) his father too has a really light tone for his hair, and so he was predestined to have a pale hue, really! depending on the light however, a faint shade of soft beige can be seen; especially when he’s under vibrant sunlight. his hair leans more on the thick side, preventing it to wave or curl. the attention the nobleman dedicates to his hair is easily noticeable, his silky tresses pleasant for fingertips to go through. ( it isn’t recommended though, since he dislikes being petted. ) if you catch fernand with ungroomed hair, which is nearly impossible, it’s probably a result of a most unfortunate event for him!

fernand appreciates appearances that are taken care of. nobility has to always be presentable after all, under any circumstances. well - kept hair is a good start for a positive image and fernand enjoys to look at his finest.

vii. regarding emotions; fernand is quite temperamental, with a good reason more often than not. he’s really strict and he condemns those that dare to slack off or show any despicable behaviors that go against his honorable code and work ethic. he really believes in righteousness and compromising in vile actions to gain victory isn’t excusable nor virtuous. he prefers death over shame in attaining an undeserved victory by foul means. ( as in shown in rise of the deliverance. )

i’d say fernand is emotional, but it’s nothing that exceeds the norm, if i can put it that way. however he is always in control of his own feelings and others do not really see him as an expressive person. his anger might seem uncontrolled, but on the contrary, it’s only because he refuses to stay passive in anything that might displease him. the reasoning behind his choler is justified by passionate ideals, not emotional outburst, as in losing control.

still i’d rather not overlook fernand’s obvious soft, affectionate self. it may be subtle but he is warm nonetheless. fernand is so privy as to whom he decides to show his gentle side that it’s surprising yet very meaningful to witness. it is at its best whenever he was graced with the presence of his little brother and sister. then, fernand would glow at his finest, like moonlight.

mathilda comments how his eyes significantly light up when talking of things or people he is rather fond of. his happiness is nothing overwhelming; i’d compare fernand to a candle. his joy is expressed through a very intimate, warm and subtle way, but he doesn’t really notice such a thing. he’s very secretive, to say the least, and i for one would never have assumed he held mathilda in such regards in his heart if it weren’t for that one line he hesitantly expresses.

i could go on forever really, there are many things that i could talk about when it concerns fernand and his thoughts and emotions… but i think this warps up the general view of it quite nicely.

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“Please, just… tell me it’s gonna be okay.”

     ❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜ ( i know that you are. ) swan thinks about how many ways she can offer him words of comfort, but old habits die hard and she chides him instead like she always did. he’s not a little boy anymore. the way their story unfolded is the correct path and she has no regrets. they righted many of their wrongs; they were not faults of their own, no, but the burden belonged to them nonetheless. blood, inheritance  .  .  .  it could all be too cruel.

eyes wide open, swan does not look like someone who’s on the verge of death. purple hues observe her baby brother without blinking, and she muses over what she could say to alleviate his heart. it’s difficult to get rid of her nurturing nature. don’t skip a meal, she thinks. and don’t forget to go to bed early. ❛ everything will be fine  .  .  .  chrom and the others will take care of you. you must watch over them, too. ❜

fingertips would ruffle his hair, and as seconds fly them by, she realizes she only have enough strength in her to gently stroke his white locks now. ah  .  .  .  she won’t be here any longer to cook his favorite dish or play their favorites table games together, will she? she refuses to let it seem like a farewell in fear of hurting him. her death is so simple to accept, but not to see him so crestfallen. ❛ i’m afraid i can’t sing your favorite song, little brother. i - i feel  .  .  .  rather tired. maybe later. ❜ / @ikyc​!!

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i saw n do it and i had to i apologize

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“Please… please don’t go.”

@ikyc / ah  .  .  .  he has some nerve, to make such a selfish plea. her mouth is full of blood and laughter. ever since their youth, up to this day, all he did was hide in her shadow, protected by the heavy weight she carried ‘pon her small shoulders. she is only a year older, and yet all responsibilities fell on her. life did not forget her, however; she was blessed with retribution, a second chance. no more memories, a fresh start, many blanks and spaces now demanding to be filled with joy and happy memories—— but fate decided something else, and though her mind was erased, now ready for a new life, her curse could not be so easily washed away. it wasn’t only hers—— it was his, too. theirs.

a curse it is no more. swan revels in the fell dragon’s power, and she finally feels a sense of belonging in wearing the beast’s skin.it’s as if her own, tailored for her flesh since eons ago. it’s her favorite. nothing mattered but singing the song in her head that pleaded her to put an end to everything. only one missing piece remained; regaining her memory. it wouldn’t come back. it wouldn’t come back. if he did remember all along ( liar!! ) why did it have to be her, the one bestowed with another chance?

swan has new gloves made of blood and it matches her new self perfectly. she feels beautiful. digits reaching out in a tender movement, her nails dig in the wrists of her brother and she only wishes to bruise him. the blade travels her flesh deeper in a sickening sound, and no one fathoms if swan wants to cut grima’s life short by pushing herself further in it, or if she wants to get closer to screech the words she kept repeating like a mantra in a hushed, soothing voice.

     ❛ it should have been you!! ❜

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‘ i am too tired to deal with any of this. ’ godlaced from Python

     ❛ what could have possibly made you upset this time, dear python? ❜she asks yet careful to not sound too matter - of - fact, mouth adorning a soft smile. she does not want to slight him, no, she wouldn’t dare! mila remembers their beginning when she barely understood his motivations or the irony underneath almost every single word. if it wasn’t for her motherly affection and gentle eyes, one would think her previous inquire influenced by python’s usual sardonic bites. a hand lands on his shoulder, coaxing to come sit with her near the warm campfire. to say she comprehends him fully would be a lie, but she muses over how she deems it a privilege whenever the archer would seek her out. such cold hours, now warmed with a laughter every now and then. oh, not everyone knows how to humor a divine dragon! ( what a sight—— a dragon and a snake. ) / @godlaced!!

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◈┊ THE prince would study the other’s visage, a single eyebrow raising in curiosity. At the mention of his younger sister, a look of surprise would flash across his features. Lissa was mad at him ? Did he do something to make her angry ? He couldn’t recall doing anything, but he could never be sure. Before he could question her, Swan had began to dash off, leaving the blue haired lord to chase after her. His competitiveness kicked in, and he would waste no time in catching up with her, and overtaking her lead as he charged forward.

❝ If this is the game you want to play, so be it ! I hope you’re prepared to loose ! ❞

     ❛ ah! ❜ the gasp of utter despair! ❛ wait! ❜ her grin vanishes in an instant, amethyst eyes soon on his back, white cape flowing in the wind. digits would suddenly reach out in a futile ( mischievous ) attempt to grasp the fabric, hoping to halt his furious speed. the prince soon reaches the goal, and swan is  .  .  .  far behind now  .  .  .

even then, she continues running, not giving up albeit she was long declared the loser of the competition. when she meets him anew, she’s breathless, but a smile is found on plush lips. she wonders if she raced with her little brother too, once upon a time—— but everything is forgotten, and she’d rather create new memories to fill the blank spaces. ❛ well, ❜ she begins between pants, ❛ looks like you’ve won, milord. ❜ a jest.

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     ❛ sir finn, ❜ the once lost princess calls with a certain assurance, the name almost familiar, albeit her memories cannot recall how everything was once. she was only a little girl then, always chasing after the knight’s attention and his praises. her spirited heart bloomed and she became a fine woman—— a tenacious protector. she does not remain idle for long, for she has too many questions to ask. ❛ i was wondering if you had time in indulging me with stories about my parents, ❜ she beckons with interest. for too long she had been left in a cage of lies and heir to a future that did not belong to her. though she was enlightened by truth and claimed her rightful title, she is now more lost than ever and ignorant to a past that is supposedly hers. / @caraidean​!!

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     ❛ wind magic is the trickiest to parry for me, ❜ the swordsman clarifies, hands on hips. fire burned flesh, but his skin was hardened by the heat of battle, years spent dueling as a gladiator. crackling lightning bolts could electrify his bones, but nothing like the thundering sensation of hearing the simultaneous cheering voices of the arena. but wind—— he never could outrun it, and it could cut deeper than the sharpest of blades  .  .  .  at the most unexpected angles. ❛ i saw you—— you’re talented. i was thinking you could give me tips, based on your knowledge. ❜ / @magebrand!!

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ugh, the blasted thing! gloved hands tightly gripping his lunch close to his body, the lord stands domineering, aware of the slightest movements of his rather imposing opponent. weaponless, he might have finally found a worthy opponent to match his raw strength! blue eyes are fierce, never leaving the beast’s ones; a silent command for the creature to not attempt any further at stealing his food. two seconds pass and—— his fingers are ‘round the wyvern’s maw in a sturdy grasp whilst his other hand keeps his snack as far as possible! ❛ picking a fight with me is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done! i’ll show you who’s tougher, you darn lizard!! ❜ / @wyvernslance!!

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rose - kissed lips remain silent, a frown to match the thin, disapproving line of her mouth. did he just call her short!? he may be right, but swan opts for secrecy armed with her sly mind. she glances behind him, and suddenly, her eyebrows go skyward as she murmurs thoughts worryingly in a hushed voice. ❛ oh no, ❜ please fall for it! ❛ lissa is walking straight toward us  .  .  .  and she doesn’t look too happy  .  .  .  what did you do to anger her? ❜ seconds pass by ( it’s more than enough! ) then a sudden spring from her feet—— she’s off!! ❛ we’re racing to the tree! ❜ / @destinytied, continued from here!

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Don't mind Chrom as he just casually picks his tactician up. There wasn't really any reason, except he was just missing her ( hi I'm dying over this ship already )

     ❛ mm  .  .  .  that’s not much of a good plan, because if they strike from here, our flank will be vulnerable  .  .  .  ❜ thoughts are muttered to herself only, gloved fingertips cradling her chin in an intense reflection. the sound of steps echoes in her ears, but it would not shatter her concentration. ( nothing could. ) enraptured in a steady rhythm orchestrated by her pacing back and forth between different plans, she is caught off guard all too easily, and the blame falls only on her. a sharp breath stifles her yelp and she’s grateful, though that thought does not linger for long. soon, soft laughter rings from her, only interrupted by his name on rose - kissed lips. playfully, she smacks her book ‘pon his shoulder. a small vengeance of her own; her poor heart!

     ❛ you scared me!! ❜ / @destinytied!!