my love has never lived indoors

"this war-ship is sinking, and i still believe in anchors. pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, i still believe in saviors" - listener, wooden heart (2010) cynthia for fireemblem-rp

[heroxsms-blog]

Truth: is there anyone in the army you dislike? Dare: set Minerva loose.

Cynthia shrugged. “Not really? Severa gets on my nerves sometimes, though.”

[heroxsms-blog]

it’s truth or dare thursday give me ask box presents

[sirfrederickthewary-deactivated]

{meeting} || frederick & cynthia

It had taken Frederick three days to come around. 

Yes, the girl called Cynthia had the same ring as her mother. Yes, her hair was exactly his shade. She claimed her pegasus was the same too but Frederick wasn’t sure if that could be believed. He wasn’t sure about any of it. Sumia had been delighted, but Frederick’s only thought was that If Lucina came through from the future, theoretically that meant anyone could: any number of spies or Grimleal, hoping to work themselves into the army. If they thought to fool Frederick, they were making quite the mistake. 

Didn’t they know how he felt about children? 

But the more he looked for a crack in Cynthia’s cover, the more impossible it seemed. She had not just his hair but his ears, and a great deal more of her mother: her hands, her eyes, her ever-present smile. She fought well. She knew little details about them that she couldn’t possibly have known, otherwise. And for the past few days, she had been letting Frederick fret without complaint, as if she had nothing to hide. Sumia was the only person who bore his worries so patiently.

It was time to seek her out, Frederick finally decided on the third day. It was time to apologize to his daughter, to bring her into his life the way Chrom had brought in Lucina. He searched for her the moment supper ended and finally found her on the way to the stables. 

“Cynthia,” he called. “May I speak with you? Perhaps I…have some explaining to do.” 

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia had spent the last few days simultaneously euphoric and upset. She’d found her parents, found the others of her friends, found the Shepherds. Her mother had accepted her with open arms.

Her father was a different story.

Given, she’d figured that he’d be harder to convince. He was always stubborn, always logical. But still..It hurt, not having her papa believe her, even with mountains of evidence and the other's testimonials. It hurt so bad and Cynthia was hiding how upset she was. She'd considered that maybe he didn't believe her because he didn't think she was worthy of his lineage, but she'd tried to ignore that train of thought. Cynthia closed the book she was stumbling through, rising. "Yes, Pap- Frederick?" 

[frommemetoyou]

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TEXTS TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (Panic version)

[text] Are you safe?

[text] Are you home?

[text] Are you hurt?

[text] What’s happened?

[text] Please text back

[text] Where are you?

[text] Why are you in the hospital?

[text] Why didn’t you tell me sooner?

[text] Come back

[text] Stay with me

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[text] Are you sure?

[text] I feel sick

[text] Please come over

[text] I need you

[text] I need you to listen

[text] I need to look after you

[text] It’s urgent

[text] Help me, please

[text] You’re not listening! This is important!

[text] Please be careful

[text] Stop showing off, you’re not impressing anyone

[text] You worry me so much sometimes.

[text] I’ll wait for you to get back

[text] Please wait for me

[text] I don’t want to live without you

[text] I don’t know what to do

[text] Don’t touch anything

[text] I’ll be there right away

[text] What do you mean?

[text] Accident? How is that an accident?

[saigonosurvivor-deactivated2020]

Field Trip! || Yarne + Cynthia

Yarne sighed from where he stood trembling ever slightly in the crowd of his class mates. It was that time of year: the end-of-year field trip and someone in charge of it all had decided to take the students to the aquarium. Normally Yarne would actually like spending a day out of school, seeing other animals and things of the sort but…not here. Having a fear of water kind of meant wanting to avoid it and now he was surrounded by thousands of gallons of it.

The taguel looked across the main entrance to his sister, smiling like she always seemed to be. “At least she’s having fun,” he said warmly.

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia was bouncing with excitement, eyes bigger than saucers as she made her way towards her brother from her other mother. She was so thrilled that it hurt; no more classes to struggle through, no worries, just a field trip.

"Yarrrne!" Cynthia hollered as she bounded towards him, wrapping her arms around one of his. 

[heroxsms-blog]

"Cynthia. I have a question for you although I'm sure I'll know the answer." She presented the paper to her daughter. "I was told the first five people who I have sign this will stay close to me for my life. You are precious to me Cynthia and I'd like you to stay in my life. So will you sign it daughter?"

Cynthia teared up a little. "Of course, Mama!" she fished for something to sign it with. "Why wouldn't I?"

[heroxsms-blog]

"S-say Cynthia um...l-let's say you really liked someone but didn't know if they liked you back but were already close friends. Um...wh-what would you do?"

Cynthia's eyes widened slightly. Did he know? "Um.." Cynthia paused. "I wouldn't tell them. Bottle it up. Wait for them to confess or go out with someone else. Because like, I mean, why would they like me - I mean. You could embarrass yourself. Or something. You have to wait for confirmation. Because if you tell them and they don't lo- like you back, that could ruin everything... why?" 

[anomadsummer-deactivated2023100]

"You know what’s great?" Tiny Emmeryn smiled. "Horses!"

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia was nearby, brushing Lovebirds and cooing at Emmeryn from a semi far place.

[anomadsummer-deactivated2023100]

Her eyes widening, Emmeryn stared toward them. She was absolutely amazed at the sight, going over to them and stopping just short to shyly approach. “H-…Hi….”

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia bent down to get close to her height [although she didn’t have to bend far]. “Hiya!” she grinned, ginger curls bobbing. Cynthia loved children so much.

[anomadsummer-deactivated2023100]

Still a little shy, Emmeryn pointed toward Lovebirds over there. “Can I…pet?” She seemed to have left out a word, but the point got across. She was feeling really embarrassed.

[heroxsms-blog]

"Of course!" Cynthia grinned. "Lovebirds is the sweetest. Hey, if you'd like, I might let you ride with me," Cynthia offered.

[anomadsummer-deactivated2023100]

"You know what’s great?" Tiny Emmeryn smiled. "Horses!"

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia was nearby, brushing Lovebirds and cooing at Emmeryn from a semi far place.

[anomadsummer-deactivated2023100]

Her eyes widening, Emmeryn stared toward them. She was absolutely amazed at the sight, going over to them and stopping just short to shyly approach. “H-…Hi….”

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia bent down to get close to her height [although she didn't have to bend far]. "Hiya!" she grinned, ginger curls bobbing. Cynthia loved children so much.

[anomadsummer-deactivated2023100]

"You know what’s great?" Tiny Emmeryn smiled. "Horses!"

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia was nearby, brushing Lovebirds and cooing at Emmeryn from a semi far place.

[heroxsms-blog]

½, ( =①ω①=), (≧∇≦), (⑅ ‘﹃’ )

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

She LOVES shorter people she gets to feel TALL. It's the opposite with taller people.

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

Cynthia loves animals? And she has her Pegasus. Lovebirds.

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

Really, almost everything tbh.

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

After the war ; her family ; gerome

[heroxsms-blog]

{words} | sumia & cynthia

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Sumia trailed a finger over her pile of books. She smiled softly to herself when she recalled Gaius’s words about her ‘starting a damn library in here’. Her husband wasn’t all too fond of reading and that was alright. It wasn’t always easy to find people who loved tales and stories like herself. She had loaned her daughter a book in hopes that she’d enjoy it. Sumia felt happy at the thought of being able to discuss books with her daughter.

Thinking of Cynthia she stood from the kneeling position she was in and headed out to find the girl. After asking someone she headed in the direction of her daughter’s location. She started to approach and call out, but was stopped by a noise. Sumia approached more slowly and saw Cynthia bent over the book rubbing at her eyes. She didn’t look happy at all.

"Cynthia. Are you okay dear," she asked, coming over next to the girl.

[heroxsms-blog]

Cynthia all but leaped out of her skin, jumping at the sound of her mother's voice. She closed the book in a hurry, hoping her mother wouldn't see that she was only on the second page. "I just - I was just upset about the- the plot, yeah?"

Cynthia had never been a good liar. She was too sincere, she stumbled, she was obvious. She just hoped her mother would buy it, would leave her alone; would make it so she wouldn't accidentally blurt it out. 

Cynthia scrubbed at her eyes one last time.

[heroxsms-blog]

{words} | sumia & cynthia

Sumia had lent her daughter her favorite book, a hefty tome that was currently on Cynthia's lap. It's tiny words sprawled across the pages, in smooth black ink. Cynthia was sure it was a riveting story, and was sure it was written well. 

She just couldn't read it. 

When she'd been little, her and her mother used to curl up and read, her mother's soft voice falling across her daughter's ears as she drifted off. She always tried to read, tried her hardest, but the letters would shift and change and blend together. When her mother died, the first thing Cynthia had thought is that her mother would never know her daughter was stupid. 

Cynthia's eyebrows were furrowed as she attempted to comprehend, growing increasingly frustrated as the time went on and trying to avoid the tears welling up in her eyes. So preoccupied with this, Cynthia didn't hear her mother's approach as she scrubbed at her eyes.

[deceptive-fox]

Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

[heroxsms-blog]

✿

"Huh...?" Cynthia smiled at the tactician. "Thanks!"

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

[heroxsms-blog]

{pink skies are good for your health} | stahl & cynthia

[thisisridiculousyouareridiculous]

The mess tent had largely been cleared out by the time Stahl finished eating, and he began to busy himself with gathering some dishes that were left lying about by less-than-courteous members of the army. Not that he wouldn’t do it anyway, but there wasn’t much to do at this time of day. Sundown was more-or-less curfew, and those not on watch were generally expected to keep wanderings to a minimum. 

As he worked, Stahl recognized one of the people still lounging around—she was Cynthia, one of the children who’d returned from the future. She was a bright, bubbly girl and adored by her peers. At least, whenever they weren’t chastising her for being reckless. More importantly, as far as Stahl was concerned: Gerome seemed to care for her far beyond merely tolerating her company. Maybe she could offer some pointers for a poor father; if nothing else, Stahl was sure that it would be a delight to get to know Cynthia. 

"Hello! Cynthia, right?" Stahl greeted, taking of note of her skyward gaze, "pretty sunset, huh? Would you mind if I joined you?"

[heroxsms-blog]

Stahl was nothing like Gerome. He was relaxed, laid back, even, with an easy smile and a calming demeanor. His hair was in a perpetual bedhead, and Cynthia had never seen him not smiling. Although Gerome's hair was pretty messy when he hadn't messed with it and they both ate a ton, Cynthia could count on maybe two hands how many times Gerome had smiled in a long time. 

As Stahl slid down across from her, Cynthia turned to meet his gaze. When she got a closer look at him, she did notice some similarities, little things that made a large difference. Her mouth curled into a smile, large and sweet.

"Yeah, that's me! It's Stahl, right? Gerome's father?" Cynthia pulled a stray lock behind her ear. "No, I don't mind."