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Unaffiliated Foleo of Fire Emblem: Fates. Selective. Mutuals only. Written by Maya. Please read the rules before interacting. *Mobile navigation can be accessed through any browser app via clicking here or going to garconelle.tumblr.com/phonelinks

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❀┋ Michael.

“I am from another country, some may say I am from another world due to my dark arts.

How curious this child is. The ebony clad duelist had only gave his seldom expression, a straight face. .Yet.. He should answer the question of where he is from. Just to be nice to a extent.

“I am Michael. Hailing from the country of Italy, a large realm to explore. With beauties of buildings, water, and women.”

Yet he stopped to give a small chuckle to Foleo. He couldn’t help it.

“Pray heed, you are a child. I’m sure you are yet thinking of flights of fancy with women.”

                DARK ARTS? SO THEN, was Michael a mage of sorts? Foleo’s own father was known for his prowess in such things (an ability he himself had inherited), and Nohr was home to many who practiced the same. So then, why would Michael be seen as otherworldly for it? He was about to question that, but then the other spoke again - a simple jest, but one that rendered Foleo taken aback.  It wasn’t necessarily an embarrassing topic, but he was unsure how to respond.

He felt a bit awkward, truthfully. Bashful, Foleo’s eyes drifted to his side, cheeks lighting in a faint, rosy pink.

“Erm... I’m certainly not particularly interested in that sort of thing at the moment, no.” Although it was not because of his age - it simply was something Foleo focused little on. Prior to the war’s end, healing the wounded had been his priority. After it all settled, he took to assisting his family in the court as much as possible.

Once more, he lifted his gaze to face the stranger, willing his own lips to smile. “But your home sounds splendid, if I may say so. Is it far from here? I can’t say I’ve ever heard of it.” There was a pause as he blinked in realization. “Oh! And my name is Foleo. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Michael.”

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❀┋Uncle Kamui.

      Kamui blinked at his nephew’s sudden clearing of the throat. The action jostled him out of his trance, and he felt a bit embarrassed that he was looking at Foleo for so long. Honestly, looking at him working on his projects was entertaining, and Kamui found himself intrigued by the boy’s work. He wasn’t exactly a fashionable person or care for the look of clothing in general, but he knew how to at least appreciate someone else’s passion. It was mesmerizing, almost, seeing someone lost in their own world whilst doing something they love.

      “S-Sorry about that, Foleo,” he replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as he spoke, cheeks reddening from some sort of humiliation. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just thought that what you’re doing is pretty cool! I don’t think I’m good enough with my hands to sew like that. But you seem to be amazing at it!”

                OF ALL THINGS, FOLEO HADN’T QUITE expected his uncle to gush over his skills the way Kamui had. A light blush tinted his cheeks and he couldn’t help but beam with pride. He was a modest boy, but he was confident in his creativity, and to hear Kamui compliment him so earnestly meant the world to him. Such support was what urged him to continue doing what he loved.

“Truly? Thank you very much.” From the bottom of his heart came his gratitude, evidenced by the twinkle in his eyes as he spoke.

“Would you like me to teach you? It’s easier than it appears to be, I promise.” It also took a considerable amount of practice - Foleo had been sewing since he was a child, but he assumed that went without saying. “I’d be honored to help you learn, if I may. It isn’t for everyone, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

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❀┋ Siegbert.

​​► ¿ ◄  It seemed like it was only yesterday Marx arrived in his deeprealm for a short little visit with his uncle Leo in tow, at least after that escapade the deeprealm need not fear an invasion of those translucent enemies anytime soon. Before they left Marx had warned the young man what war was like and how horrible of a place it was, somewhere a child should never tread no matter how old they were a place made solely for adults. 

Yet, more kids poured in from their own deeprealms to join this army in hopes of winning peace for Nohr no matter the dire consequences, while most of the army went off to fight an important battle some were left behind to take a day for relaxation. Among the ones left behind was none other than Siegbert sharpening what looked to be a brave lance, one that his father presented as a gift one day for his accomplishment in proving he could handle himself on the battlefield relatively okay. Satisfied with how sharp the weapon looked Siegbert couldn’t help the small smile appearing on his features, which only grew more upon seeing a familiar face. 

❛Hello Foleo, were you put on standby today as well?❜

                FOLEO HAD NEVER BEEN FOND of lying in wait while others risked their lives. It was the unknown that he feared—not knowing whether his dear allies would survive, not knowing how far they’d marched or what terrors they were witnessing—it was all agonizing. Thankfully for his sanity, he was never the only one left behind. Many others were, one of which being his elder cousin, Siegbert, and he could take solace in that fact. He was grateful for the chance to speak with Siegbert in particular, and had sought him out as an attempt to bond with him.

“I was, indeed.” Despite the apparent break, Foleo was still alert, ready to provide his services as a healer, should the others return and require them. However, there was no use dwelling on possibilities of what could happen - it was best for him to busy himself elsewhere, and so he was. With a kind smile tugging at his lips, he regarded his cousin, hands folded neatly at his front.

“Are you busy, Siegbert? I’m not intruding, am I?” He looked to be occupied, at least, but Foleo hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything important. “Perhaps you and I could spend some time together.” / ( @duskheir )

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( it’s foleo’s birthday so i’m working on his drafts even tho i have drafts on my other blogs to do, too. happy birthday my precious child i love u

that reminds me tho if anyone wants to send foleo a birthday message for some reason, please feel free to. if you do i’ll get to it when i’ve got free time )

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modoraseru:

( i’m just pasting this from my other blog & editing a litle BUT……. hey guys! i know i haven’t been active like, at all (aside from lurking), but i just wanted to make this an official semi-hiatus. i’m moving in like four days so i’ve been more focused on that, & i just wanted to let y’all know that my activity will be 100% back to normal once i’m settled in at the new place. i’m sorry i’ve been so mia lately but Real Life is a priority.

once i’ve finished with all of these moving shenanigans, i’ll be on your dashes way more often since that’s probably the biggest source of my stress/inability to focus atm. if you wanna be sure to be able to stay in contact with me, feel free to follow my twitter. thank you so much for being patient with me. ♥ )

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❀┋HEADCANON. Foleo’s Japanese roster description states he has “the greatest dislike for blood in the army" - but it is more than simple distaste. Unfortunately, he suffers from hemophobia, despite being a healer and therefore having to deal with blood frequently. It's something he's trying his best to overcome for the sake of the injured, knowing he can't exactly avoid the spilling of blood if he's involved with an army. He grows more accustomed to it the longer he spends marching with Kamui's platoon, but he still doesn't deal well with excessive amounts of it. If there's too much, there's a high possibility he will faint, but he often distances himself to relax a bit before he does.

Due to this phobia, he tends to avoid tomes that can cause external bleeding. His main weapon (and generally the only one he carries at all, being equipped with mostly staves) is a Thunder tome. Some of the most common injuries from a lightning strike, including the artificial ones caused by tomes, are skin burns and internal damage. Foleo is aware of this, and carefully considered his options when choosing a magic weapon. The burns from a Fire tome are more severe and are more likely to bleed than those from a lightning strike, and Fimbulvetr often tosses enemies around with its icy winds and causes them to bleed when they're scraped up after landing. Lightning can also send opponents' bodies flying from its shock waves, but it's less frequent.

A death from his tome of choice is still painful, but it is rather quick due to his proficiency in magic. He is powerful yet merciful and usually prefers to stay back and focus on healing. If he's confronted and has to slay a foe, would rather do so with his Thunder tome than anything. The exception to this is any timeline where he is granted Brynhildr, in which case he uses it despite his preference to honor his father’s legacy.

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Straight haired Forrest

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❀┋Uncle Marx.

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  “Good evening, Foleo,” Marx said, giving his nephew a nod. He wasn’t particularly close to him, but he had always grown fond of those in his family no matter how hard he tried to remain distant from them, so why should Foleo be an exception?

  Still, he wasn’t sure what to say, and stood there almost awkwardly for a moment before asking, “Are you faring well?”

                FOLEO’S UNCLE WAS AN INTIMIDATING MAN, one whom he had never had the courage to properly approach. It wasn’t as though he was afraid of Marx, per se, but it was near impossible for Foleo to come up with a feasible reason to converse with him. As crown prince, Marx was an incredibly busy man, and Foleo feared interrupting important royal business. Needless to say, he was grateful for the chance to speak with him outside of dressing wounds that turned to battle scars or offering assistance with clothing repair.

“I’m doing quite well, yes.” His words were accompanied by a genuine smile, tilting his head back to meet Marx’s gaze. “I’ve been tending to the injured and ill... the infirmary needs all the help it can get. Did you need something of me, Uncle?”

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❀ — @royal-botanist

                WHEN FOCUSED ON HIS SEWING, Foleo was a difficult boy to obtain the attention of. As such, he had no earthly idea that his father was approaching until he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye. When he did, he couldn’t help but jump a bit - not out of fear, but genuine surprise. “F-Father, I apologize... I didn’t realize you were there.” While he loved his father dearly, he knew rebuilding their relationship would take time. Nonetheless, he wore a small smile as he looked up at Leo. “Is something bothering you?”

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❀ — @remontere

                “SIR ALAIN, IF I MAY SAY SO, your command of your wyvern is impeccable.” Foleo wasn’t one for fighting, but he had seen Alain’s skill from a safe distance. Other than occasionally being assigned to heal the other’s wounds, Foleo was not well acquainted with Alain. It was a good a time as ever to get to know him, and his loyal steed seemed like it might be a good topic to approach. ”May I ask how long you’ve been a rider? You seem very experienced.”

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❀ — @zimmercalla

                “MOTHER, IS THERE ANYTHING THAT I may help you with?” While his relationship with his father still needed a bit of mending, his mother Luna was someone he was grateful for. She had supported him as much as she could manage, and Foleo thought it fair if he tried to repay her in a manner other than offering her his designs. He regarded her with a gleeful smile, hands clasped over his chest. “I’d be glad to assist you in any way possible.”

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❀ — @bornxsteward

                THE PREVIOUS BATTLE HAD BEEN particularly rough, and both injuries and casualties had been high. As such, the healers needed as much help as they could get, and Foleo knew they could only do so much without extra pairs of hands. He knew Dwyer to be capable despite his appearance, and could only hope that he had the time to assist. “Dwyer, are you free? I’ve been told to try and find anyone with a rod or staff to help in the infirmary...”

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❀ — @shouganaai

                “PRINCE TAKUMI, IF I MAY BE so bold, your hair is quite beautiful.” He had always taken a liking to lengthy, well-kept locks, and Takumi appeared to care well for his (not to mention, he was fairly pretty in general). Though he had little experience speaking with the Hoshidan prince, a compliment born from pure admiration certainly couldn’t hurt, could it? “If you’ll allow a suggestion, I think it would suit you well to try different accessories once in a while.”

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( mutuals, like this for a small starter? not sure if they’ll be one-liners or just small in general, i’ll decide that later...

ALSO, if you want your muse to be foleo’s second parent (and they arent any of the muses i say i wont write as his second parent re: my rules), let me know! )

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( guess who’s back? hint: its me

i mean if you follow my other blogs youd know that already but now foleo’s back too! and he’s been taken off of hiatus. i... know i labeled it semi-hiatus but one thing turned into another and it clearly wasn’t “semi” at all.

i updated his theme! so please check it out & let me know what you think! his rules have also been updated, but aside from specifics regarding foleo, if you’ve read the rules on my takumi or kamui recently you probably already know what they say. )

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Hoshidan Festival: Leo and Forrest Parent-Child Convo

You most certainly may!!

This conversation is very sweet! You can tell that Leo and Forrest get along a LOT better than they did when Forrest first joined.

Keep reading

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— * ❴ CAELDORI. ❵

“Foleo! Yes, there’s something.”

The prince is unlike what she’d been expecting prior meeting him but she finds him endearing, his passion towards fashion is unique and full of energy. Inspiring, she could say too since most of their generation focused in the army only, providing little to none time to focus on other activities.

For a soldier, war is a time for them to be needed but after peace is—

“Sorry for the intrusive question but have you thought of what you want to do after the war is over?”

                The question causes Foleo’s eyebrows to raise - of all things, he hadn’t expected a response like that. However, his calm demeanor shows he does not mind in the slightest. In fact, it's rather soothing to consider what their lives might be like after the war, should they survive. Death is always a possibility—his father had taught him that lesson, as much as he loathes it—but he has faith that all of them would pull through, and live to see the tranquility they so deserved.

    ❝I’ve considered it once or twice, I admit.❞ He's a bit reluctant to, truthfully, but Caeldori had asked, and Foleo was never one to lie for any reason. ❝I think I’d like to focus more on my clothing designs... sure, I work on them in my free time, but... I have my own dreams about my possible role in the fashion industry.❞ 

    There is a brief pause, as if he's pondering the subject, before silver eyes lift toward his ally again. ❝What about you? Is there anything you’re aiming for once we’ve achieved peace?❞