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                       Well this more or less gives me the means to rp                        Robin from the bad ending. If were gunna take HCs                        aside. I mean id honestly rather go all the way back to                        inference and rp Divine Dragon Grima--BUT THATS NOT                        necessarily cannon!! But I do have The Robin who dealt                        with Emmeryns death. Dealt with everything Lucina couldn’t                        Undo. But also the Robin who actually raised both Lucina                          and Morgan. As my Grima’s canon took over a Robin that                         was married to Chrom! There is some ACTUAL canon i have to                          go over But this is the only thing I can necessarily do in                         this event. If you are interested in rping with Robin like this.                       Or please pm or dm me. Otherwise I’ll have a general open                       I will toss out eventually.

[busybeesflowershop]

Good news! The Ball has been allowed an extension! Instead of ending today, the ball will end Saturday at midnight! Remember to get all your starters out before then and have fun!

[spettrale-blog]

“…But what about those who don’t? Th-they must eat something aside from that.”

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    ❝   Then it is obvious you are consuming          an inadequate diet.                                ❞

[synchronizations]

“Essentially. It comes in pretty handy. I made them myself, actually. Or, at least designed them myself with the addition of a few extra components.” You aren’t about to mention the A.I. Not again.

[grimama-blog]

❝   Make me one. And I’ll reward you.  ❞

[spettrale-blog]

“What do ghosts like to eat for lunch?” 

Give it a moment…

“BOO-logna sandwiches!”

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     ❝   To what ends would you procure such a           lie? Some sort of jest? Even the most           common simpleton know that ghosts            consume t҉̷͚̺̖̣͈h̷̨̗̞̙͔͓e̜̪̙̥̭͜͝ ̶̹͍̥̲̫̪̳i̸̺̺̮̳̫͙͉͎͓n̶̢̠̥͖͖̦̖͙̞͜n̶̛͙̱͈̖̭̦̬͚͠o̢͉͓̯̰͚͓̟c̨͎̭͜e̶͉̙͍̖̺̰̭͙ṋ̢̬͇̪̦̪͔͝t͖̣ ̺̱̬̲̩͇͈͜s̘͕o̤͍͉͈͔͖̮̦ú̵͙̙͖͢l̶͇̳͚͍̝͉͓s̵̢̟̳̲͍͟ ̩̫̦o̡̜̼̣̰̖͇̝̬f̬̲͔̮̖̙͠ ̵̡͔͙̪̩̰͢ͅt͎͚̪̺͟h͜҉͈̠͉̠͇͟ͅè̶̘͍͇͎ͅ ̢͇̰̦͔́l̡̘̩͖͕̥͍i̧͕͖̞̝̗̘͍v͔̬͓̜̺͔i̷̮n͇̱͠g̝̹̰͢ͅ. ❞

[synchronizations]

“The same thing most sunglasses are for. To shield my eyes from the sun? Also, I can see in the dark and there’s heat sensors. So, pretty useful, actually.”

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 ❝   You mean to tell me these tacky little      eye covers help you see in the dark?                      How did you get them? Hm?  ❞

[synchronizations]

What is up with people and their fascination with your sunglasses, seriously.

[grimama-blog]

  ❝   They look useless.  What are they even                                                For?             ❞

[grimama-blog]

(1/2) Its worth noting that in the Elibe-verse (Roy and Eliwood's games), which have never been explicitly) stated to be in a separate canon from Awakening and Marth's games, unlike Sacred Stones, did expand quite a bit on who the dragons were and what their limitations were.

(2/2) In the Elibe games, it was said that the dragons took on the more vulnerable manakete/humanoid forms because staying a full dragon for several millenniums slowly drove them insane, regardless of if they were divine, dark, or whatever else. That insanity would eventually cause them to mindlessly war against other beings, be they dragons or humans–Effectively acting exactly the way Grima did in Awakening. This might also serve as an explanation for why Grima would be docile in her new form.

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                       This actually makes me really glad! ; w ; Since i more or                         less agree with this? The whole idea that Grima                           was inferenced to be someone who continued to stay                        in their normal form vs the other manakete/dragons etc.                        I took the assumption that Naga and company did so where as                        many like Grima did not. And it helps to see that others may                        think that now that she has a human vessel body she remains                        far more docile. But I believe too, that when she is in her                        actual form or brings it about.Grima loses her sense of sanity.                        Thank you for sharing this info with me!

[grimama-blog]

dolomite & garnet

Dolomite: Sleeping Headcanon　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　

      I head canon that in order to maintain the human body Grima has to do mundane things humans do. Wished there was more lore out there from FE:A verse but welp. 

      I imagine she sleeps only when shes at that point of needing to. Possibly only getting about 6 hours of sleep at a time. They sometimes sleep at their apartment. Ontop of the bed, still with clothes on. Otherwise, they pick a spot maybe kill a NPC for their bed and rest there. 

Garnet: what my muse’s perfect partner would be 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 

       Hums, perfect partner in a romantic sense? Romantic partner in a typical sense would more or less be a god picking their ‘Champion.’ Amused by their features, feats, what they can do and actually do that appeals to their general desires. So if they are capable, proud, and powerful being then it will Suit Grima’s fancy.

       A partner in crime? Someone who shares the same ideals, i remember there was a cool plot I was going to do with a featherine at one time. Where they were slowly going to build up an army little by little. And sorta do evil workings quietly from a silent stance. I really wanted to see that happened? Someone who can see eye to eye with Grima. Share her ideals. But enhance and do what Grima cannot. Grima is a god so a lot of practicality is lost on her despite having and stealing memories from the tactician Robin. 

[grimama-blog]

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                         My hc is pretty sequential to what many of the fandom                          thinks and understand but. I HC that Grima is a ghost of                          the Dragon that /they/ use to be. (So basically grima generally                          understands a war broke out. But doesn’t remember all of their                          past life. If anything remembers dying and the story of her                            cursing the world. But, If you ask about their mundane                          life. Grima wont remember tbh; imo). I have other HC’s too but                          I try not to step to far out of boundaries that I’m allotted.                          Especially since Grima’s only interest ever is the general                          suffering of all living kind and doesnt  care for anything else.                          Unless it some how doubles into that equation. Further Grima                          reigns in her senses because she use’s a human vessel and                          loses all practicality when in actual form... You can see that                          a lot when you fight Grima in FE:A and in the DLC’s. Grima                          is canonly kinda stupid imo. I try to breathe some sense into                          the character. So if its never what you like or want you can                           always throw me tips and ideas for me to consume.

[grimama-blog]

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Cont |   Send 📚 and my muse will talk about their past

   ❝                  The war came to end,                      Naga made sureof this.                                    And so.                                 I did, die.                           ❞

   ❝   But I waited… Waited… The cries and         echo’s of these Hume’s always wanting         their end. Begging of me—my name         in their prayers until one day, I came.         Their anger, their wrath, a demise they         foretold in whispers to one another.         The day had finally came—and the world,                              Met it’s end.                                 ❞

[grimama-blog]

📚 I'm a slut for Fire Emblem HCs

Cont |  Send 📚 and my muse will talk about their past

       A slight smile would crawl upon her lips albeit its chaft nature and minuscule change to how her stern apparent look appeared. Further, it would seem they would delve with interest to the past. A past that had its twists and turns when delved into the details, but like a story she’d pass through to far more important points.    ❝                             More?   —–        Funny how the cowardice of hume’s         never cease to change. They are mere         cattle–food to be consumed. Nothing         more. Yet their self importance drags on         for ages even going so far as to intervene         where they needn’t.                                     As said,          A war broke out, hume’s wishing to control         with their desire for an era of peace and          prosperity. Where as the kin who allied with         them, fought along with. So much betrayal…        So much anger; where they’d sacrifice         their origins to become closer to hume’s        idea of peace…. Disgusting, why would                      you lay with the cattle?                        ❞

[grimama-blog]

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        Finger tip measures the length of her lips. Softly deciding the worth of words that should be omitted. An apparent interest of what was truly. The past, a product of life which was lost in the air of time. Worn through of Ylisse’s collected fragmented books, none to which contained the full truth of what was once. A time long ago, when humans barely held their worth of existence.      ❝   Long ago, a time far beyond any hume’s          apparent worth. Lived a time where they          did not prosper. Nay, it was the time of         other kin. Beastual ancestors. Proud          beings who reached over the pinnacle          of their time. Yet still. The hume’s         demanded a peace. That is all they do.                                 Demand.         An incursion was brought to light to the         beastual tribes. If they wished to live in         suppose harmony with the hume’s. They need         sacrifice a part of their lives. Many agreed.         Many did not… Oh, more or less that         was what occurred, war broke out.                       Does that sate your interest?           ❞

[roleplayers-ink]

Send 📚 and my muse will talk about their past

[grimama-blog]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

[panteradestruccion]

             He sees her move through the room almost immediately, because how can he miss the distinctive black feathers standing against form-fitting blood red? She dresses like someone wanting to be noticed and respected, as though she holds a high place. Or just another person who takes the ball very seriously. She doesn’t look bad in her choice of ball gown. Perhaps before Hive City she was a type of powerful leader, but she’s still mysterious to him. Her reiatsu is different, and she talks like she’s been involved with other realms outside of the Living World. What sort of power could she have? The unknown is always exciting, and he’s been eager to find out more. 

            “I wanted to see how it goes. It’s different from last year’s.” He’s never been very sociable around public events like these. However, as the party continued on and he stopped thinking about wanting to rip off the boutonniere, he has started to notice more. Not just the socializing and eating together, but again glancing at the people dancing from the other room. The question has him slightly taken back, because he was expecting anything but the subject of dancing. “Tch, never tried.” Taking another drink from the bottle, he sets it aside. “I’m not into those weird customs, especially when the fast songs come on.”

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      ❝   It is... Different, you could say. Though,            in many ways, I’m reminded of it being            the same ...  Everyone  dancing about.            Twiddling their fingers waiting for love            to sprout. Humans don’t change, no            matter the festivity. I can attest to this             simple fact.                                                  ❞

         A hand extends, cordial as it is. It is placed predominately before the other, but never so enforcing that she would protrude into his personal space. Rather, an invitation for he to enter within her own. Robin’s body would go unmoved so much as, she’d stand before him with a prose statue and ideally bore herself with a friendly disposition. It wasn’t as this was a farce, rather she felt the effects of her own flower brimming about. A slight change in her mood, where she’d come to be just a tad bit more inviting then she mayhap been otherwise. It was hard to say, at this point. Grima felt her interactions far to natural to inquire otherwise.      ❝   So then, allow me to have you in           this dance. I’ll even pay mind to           the possibility you’ve never danced           before. It’ll be, fun. At least, far more           entertaining than eyeing the lot around           you.                                                               ❞          Grima allows for a slight smirk, but does not dare for it to develop further into anything else. The prized feathers upon her shoulders ruffle in slight of her actions, but she does not move even after that. She stays put, a firm stare to his eyes indicating that she willn’t take no for an answer and if he’d will it. The deity would gladly succumb to teaching the man to dance--which in itself was something the figure would find a comical endeavor of.

[panteradestruccion]

          They confiscated his sword at the door and pinned a flower to his jacket. A fight nearly broke out there and then. It’s hard to miss the abrupt drop in power that hits him like it hit him years ago. Staggering at the unexpected weakness, he swears and then glares accusingly up at the elaborate decorations around the ball room. It didn’t feel nice in the beginning, it still feels disgusting right now. He understands. No one wants any incidents, this is supposed to be a celebration like that holiday. The instant he walks out, it better be normal again.

          As the room bubbles up with voices of awe and excitement, people coming together to move with the music, he finds himself strangely interested. How the hell would he know what to do? At least a minute passes as he stands by to watch people. Then, finally, he leisurely walks out and to the room set up for food and drinks. He’ll be sipping on some hard cider and looking generally bored.

[grimama-blog]

       ❝   It’s a wonder of it’s own to see you labor             about in such a festive atmosphere. Yet,             here you truly are... Bored, more or less.             Not really one for gatherings, I presume?   ❞

          Heels clicked upon the shined surface of the floor beneath, they are sharp as is her movements riding over to meet the other who’s attention she had means to catch. Hands clasped together before her, elbows settled comfortably at her sides. Grima strides about more or less like the queen whose status she stole from the body she is in. The way her body sits like a straight line even with every step she takes, to the way her hands hold to one another.       ❝   Have you the chance to dance?   ❞           She intends to play Robin even now as she approaches Grimmjow, but there’s still the rattle of sarcasm with every word she takes. Words that were just prettied up to show a pretense of kindness to them. Though she has no intention to play hoax in front of someone she knew she could be herself about. Rather, here they were before countless people. Knowing that dances bring figures of great importance together. Grima found this an opportunity to get to know others, but also. Make aware to everyone else, just who she could have relations with. Grimmjow was one of few she wanted to ally with. So, there was much for her to do in terms of strengthening or cultivating a form of friendship, if you will.