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@honorbouncl
Ignore my URL I promise this blog will be some modicum of serious. But yes hello here we’ve got a nice Ryouma–Birthright being his main verse. So just like/reblog this if y’all wanna interact with like… the best samurai in Hoshido. Written by Cherry yes hi it’s me again.
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY, && YOU WON’T HAVE TO HIDE AWAY
indie male!morgan rp, penned by tuls.
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❝ you remind me of MYSELF, you know; you’re devoted to the ones you care about && would protect them at almost any cost. not to sound narcissistic !! i’m sure you’re far better at it than i. i am glad you believe in people as i do.❞
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“ well, if lord marx doesn’t mind … ”
he addresses the prince semi-indirectly, hands curled into fists in his lap as he eyed the teacup with intense vigor. as much as he APPRECIATED the gesture for corrin to exercise his hoshidan habits, he actually wished that marx would teach him his OWN ways.
“ how would YOU hold the cup ?? with the pinkie out, like this ?? ”
he tried to mimic marx’s current position. it felt awfully uncomfortable.
“ oh. ah, no — ”
for a moment, the rather stoic prince looked almost EMBARRASSED, the errant digit quickly folding to normal positioning with the rest of his hand. corrin looked focused enough on the task at hand to burn a hole through the china with gaze alone, and it would have been comical if not for marx’s slip up.
“ it’s an unfortunate side effect of too many tea parties with elise. she is VERY intent on teaching her guests the proper way to act at such a gathering. i imagine the lesson has been learned well, on my part. a bit too well, even. ”
♛ ┊ @timeradiant
the feeling of eyes was one that marx had become acquainted with long ago. as the eldest of his siblings, he was used to being the center of attention. nohrian court was a battlefield of its own, where you were scoured for weaknesses and strengths, assessed as an enemy and an ally. he was not a stranger to being watched — far from it, in reality.
it was, for this reason, that he did not respond immediately when he sensed himself being observed while training. his only reaction was to cast a wary glance about as he heightened his guard.
( a habit, perhaps. from a time when assassins lurked anywhere. )
but he found an exalt, not an assassin. though he did not doubt that the two titles were not mutually exclusive, he found it hard to suspect the blue-haired royal as a possible killer. while fierce in battle, he seemed to wear his heart openly, something that was admirable dangerous. he seemed more the type to challenge one to a duel, than attempt to take a life from the shadows.
“ i am honored that you think as highly of me. ” words carefully chosen, as he slid a gauntlet-clad hand along siegfried, checking for nicks and damage. “ if you truly wish to spar with me, i believe my skills would benefit from such a skilled warrior as yourself. ”
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its me jesse hackin into seres good ol' blog to fuck around & let u guys know that a) no, shes not dead and b) its gonna be under construction for a day or two so pls!! bear w the mess
munday meme ! ( repost - don’t reblog. )
name: sere birthday: august 31st gender: female orientation: pansexual age: 18 favorite soda: dr. pepper favorite candy: kit-kats or huckleberry saltwater taffy favorite pizza: pepperoni favorite salad dressing: italian favorite meal: bacon penne pasta is my life best memory: hmmm. i don’t really know, honestly. i remember brief bits about going to disney world when i was a kid, before my brother passed, and those are nice ones. best friend: @arteiisms, tuls and perrie from @fatedbirth best relative: i’m probably closest with my mom? despite some rough patches, we’re still close. my siblings are also very important to me best pet: either my cat or my dad’s dog, izzy best celebrity: dwayne the rock johnson is just tryin’ to live his life and he’s a good dude so i agree with perrie one random fact about you: i feel tired all the time no matter how much i sleep, and i’m always stressed one random fact about your day: my siblings aren’t home so i got to stay in bed until 11 am it was marvelous one random fact about your job/school: i babysit and once the infant and i went through every star wars movie because i ran out of ideas one random fact about your favorite t.v. show: my friends and i are watching the clone wars and i have single-handedly adopted every clone trooper and named them my sons tagged by: @fatedbirth tagging: nah
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♛┊ @armsthriift
he knew his retainer’s logic was true. he knew that, in hindsight, he had let his emotions blind him, for once, and allowed rationality to slip from his grasp. it was a slip-up that was rarely seen in the crown prince, who aspired to keep his emotions in check, to let his sisters be the hearts of the army, while he led through logic and rational thought. to keep his heart locked away, so that should he lose another man, whether a soldier in the field or a retainer at his side, he would not be crippled as he had been, once. it was easier that way.
for one thing, it kept conversations like these from happening.
laslow was right. it was a retainer’s duty to protect their liege, to serve them — to be their right and left hands in the field, an extension of their will. father viewed retainers as replaceable ( that much had been evident after the loss of marx’s first pair, and how quickly he had shoved laslow upon him ), and they were intended to be that way. a weapon to be wielded, a shield to catch a blow. laslow and pieri knew their roles.
it was foolish of marx to feel otherwise. and, in his mind, he knew that.
but when the axe had fallen, with laslow between himself and the death, marx hadn’t felt relief. no, his heart had seemed to halt in his chest, frozen as the mountain peaks, and for a moment, it wasn’t laslow standing there, but the retainers he had lost before. he had been deeply, intensely afraid that laslow’s life would join the burden on his shoulders.
gods, he did not want to bury another friend, and for a moment, that was all he could think. but the sentiment was one that he could not afford, and he shook it off as soon as he could, ignored its presence in the pit of his heart.
“ you are right. your actions were justifiable, and it was senseless of me to argue. but whether they had cause or not, you were reckless. you came alarmingly close to defying the order which i hold most critical of all, laslow. ”
( it is not your company i require. only that you continue to draw breath. )
bliissfulist:
yukei had seen MANY wounds on the battlefield, both before the joining of the two armies && afterwards. she && the other maidens, priests, healers, && clerics had seen soldiers fall, heal, break && be fixed. it was uncommon but not rare for one of the royals to be brought into their care. more rare for lord marx to be the patient of circumstance.
to her, he was almost like a god on the battlefield. he NEVER seemed hurt, save for a few minor scratches, && never came to the healers’ area unless there was a friend or comrade he was visiting. yukei never had time to meet him && now … now she was tending to him personally. quite a change !
so here he was; armor shed like flower petals, her small hands tending to his large wound.
“ not a problem, milord; it’s my job after all. can you turn your arm this way for me please ?? ”
many weeks of both nohrians && hoshidans mixing together — the cultures && languages with their own dialects BLENDED. yukei found herself addressing lord marx in her mother’s tongue on reflex, the native nohrian he would be used to. it was a bit broken, but she had found that addressing the nohrians when mending them was easier if they could understand her. most of them did not know common tongue.
obediently, he shifted to her directives, his expression remaining unchanged. so the girl spoke nohrian? interesting, considering the hoshidan traits in her healing and way of dress. marx was used to the awkwardness of spending time finding a common language to speak, it didn’t bother him — indeed, it was the speed at which she switched to his tongue that was surprising.
“ not often that i meet a shrine maiden that can speak the nohrian tongue. you hold a good understanding of it, though the accent is noticeable. ”
he was curious, naturally. such curiosity was a welcome distraction from the pain of his wound — he knew that speaking with her would draw his attention away from the throbbing in his shoulder, enabling her to do her work without fear of a reflexive flinch. so, he endeavored to distract himself to the best of his abilities.
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“Lord Marx!”
What had been a bout of singing to herself while finishing up the day’s chores had quickly turned into utter HUMILIATION. The maid was replacing the sheets on the crown prince’s bed, seeing as the clean ones had just finished drying and Marx was nowhere to be found. Normally, at this time of day, he was too preoccupied with training to be in his quarters, and Nadine thought it the appropriate time to complete her task.
She sang a little tune to herself as she worked and gradually built up to dancing around a bit, only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps and someone clearing their throat. Grey eyes caught sight of the prince standing in the doorway, and she wanted to DIE.
“My apologies! I didn’t mean to intrude. I was only replacing the sheets,” she stammered, heat flooding her face. “How much of that did you see?”
it was an interesting thing, seeing the way that those serving under him acted when his presence wasn’t noticed. marx was fully aware of the intimidation he carried around him, and that awareness was not blinded to the submissive attitude that most tended to respond to him with. while not entirely afraid, they were a bit unsure of how to react when he spoke to them — most like an effect of both his achievements, and his father’s way of ruling. for whatever reason they held, servants and soldiers tended to be awkward around him.
he didn’t mind, entirely; being personally acquainted with all his men, knowing their likes and dislikes, could make the blood on his hands weigh him down more. but he still felt they deserved to know their commander was not a god, not a statue of a man, who lacked a heart with which to feel pity or sympathy. it was that mindset that made him cherish times when he could see people for who they truly were, not for the meek mask they put on for his benefit.
it was that mindset that had him giving a faint chuckle at the girl’s embarrassment, instead of a frown or a lecture.
“ enough to know that you have an excellent voice. you do this often? ”
My apologies for being inactive these past few days; due to a few factors, my laptop was out of commission and I was unable to come online. Alongside this, my mental health isn’t at its finest, but I’m going to try to get at least two things written per day, so there will be things getting done on this blog. I apologize for the slow speed of my responses, and I hope that I can get back to writing more per day as soon as possible.
" er . . . " corrin's eyes widened when he caught the odd gaze lord marx was giving him, eyes glancing between he && the teacup corrin held so gently && so . . . hoshidan-like. he suddenly felt awkward, resting it back on the saucer with a clink. " is this now how you dine in nohr . . . ?? "
the sudden change in corrin’s demeanor was concerning, but it was only once it had altered that marx was made aware of his own expression. ah, he had been looking at the young man rather oddly, hadn’t he? he had been so distracted by observing the hoshidan prince’s mannerisms that he had neglected to keep his faint confusion hidden. no wonder corrin had reacted as he had — no doubt he felt like a bug under a magnifying glass.
“ no, my apologies, ” his words were spoken as he quickly straightened and schooled his expression into something more respectful, a little less… concerned, “ i expected that our dining traditions would differ, but it was impolite of me to stare as i did. dine however you are used to, don’t feel as if your traditions are an inconvenience. ”
𝓼𝔂𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝔂, 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼
( W A R M ) as the 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻
offer me their EMBRACE
ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ғɪʀᴇ ᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴍ: ғᴀᴛᴇs ᴏᴄ
𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 and 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼
and 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼
( A B O U N D )
in this PLACE
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“ g o d s . ”
