【 ❝ 𝔹𝕃𝔸𝔻𝔼𝔻 🌸 】

[honorbourne]

▒ ▌❛ IT SEEMS I HAD NO TRUE CAUSE FOR CONCERN !

{ 👑 } HE’S BEEN AVOIDING HER SINCE HIS arrival in Askr, however much it pained him to do so. Gangrel did not mean anything bad by it, and if anything, it was a CALCULATED decision to avoid heartbreak - at least, until he is absolutely certain that she’s the one. He’s not simply going to allow this to hang in the air, however. While Say'ri may be forthright, Gangrel is, at the heart of things, a thief and a scoundrel. Lucky Askr, bearing a collection of thieves and scoundrels already! Already intending to bribe Gaius for information, he’s spoke with Matthew as well — — Gangrel doesn’t trust Claude in the slightest, but, well, they’ve spoken with each other for better or for worse. Gangrel is going over his plans in his head — FIRST mistake! For a familiar voice calls out to him. Heels swiveling to meet her gaze.

❝OF COURSE I KNOW WHO YOU are! Why wouldn’t —❞ An utterly innocuous, completely safe statement; why wouldn’t he know her, yes? Hands fiddle with the hem of his glove, awaiting some form of KILLING BLOW, and yet — it doesn’t arrive, bright hues of garnet widening. Lips part, and to truly answer her question, Gangrel throws his arms around Say'ri, lifting her a good inch off the ground. ❝Oh, what a RELIEF that it’s you!❞

    Naturally, she had been prepared for potential confusion or disbelief; after all, the chances of this being the Gangrel she confessed to was fairly low. Why, were it not for the fact she had already steeled herself when it came to confronting the man she knew to be her lover, Say’ri might not have approached him to begin with. Now that the question was finally out in the open, however, she could only nibble at her lower lip rather nervously as hazel eyes watched his gaze widen. That, to her, could have meant many things, yet before any words could slip past his jaw, she immediately senses a familiar pair of arms encircling her waist and lifting her sandaled feet off the  GROUND.  causing an abrupt gasp to emerge from her throat. What she hears next, on the other hand, proves enough to calm her down.

    “ Z-Zounds, Gangrel! ” Say’ri exclaims, allowing her own hands to begin clinging to his back for dear life. “ You near gave me the fright of my life! I-Irregardless, I too am relieved. This whole entire time, my heart was filled with both longing and apprehension, for I knew not if you were genuinely the one I was seeking, ” she’ll proceed to admit, before softening her gaze. “ Gods, how I have dearly missed your  WARM  embrace! Are you faring well in Askr? ”

[honorbourne]

EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE

bold whatever applies to your muse.   italicize the things that only somewhat apply / are verse dependent.   REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

been cheated on   |  been bullied   |   had your heart broken    |   broken someone’s heart  |   told a horrible lie   |   been betrayed   |  been framed / set-up   |   stolen something of value   |   overdosed on drugs   |   been drunk  |   cheated   |   bullied   |   been publicly humiliated  |   punched someone in the face   |   been beaten up   |   broken a bone   |   been admitted to a hospital   |   put someone in the hospital   |   had a near - death experience  |   been drugged   |   done drugs   |   smoked   |   been arrested |   been homeless  |   been forced to commit a crime   |   died and came back to life   |   kissed someone you weren’t attracted to   |   bled severely   |   killed someone   |   been forced to kill someone   |  had an attempt on your life  |  made an attempt on your own life   |  lost someone  |   loved someone   |   watched a loved one die |   failed to save / help a loved one   |   felt helpless  |   watched your world die / disappear   |  had your life’s work stolen   /  destroyed

gone without food for over three days |  gone without sleep for over three days  |   been tortured / questioned   |  been shot  |   been stabbed   |   been poisoned   | been held prisoner |   been trapped |   been buried alive   |   been held hostage   |   held someone hostage   |   been stuck in a different world / universe / time  |   been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you   |   had a panic attack   |   had night terrors   |   been in a car accident   |   lost your job  |   lost a fight  |   had sex with a stranger   |   been divorced   |   been abandoned   |   passed out from pain   |   cried yourself to sleep   |   spent a whole day in bed   |   hurt yourself   |   taken your anger out on yourself   |   taken your anger out on someone you love  |   been used   |   been manipulated  |   felt used   |   manipulated someone else   |   had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with   |   been taken over by a hostile force   |   been terrified   |  played a cruel game on someone   |  been forced to smile   |   felt too many things at once |   laughed when you felt like crying  |   been in denial   |   been denied   |   faced your demons

TAGGED BY: @knightlydumbass​ ( thank you very much!! <3333 )

TAGGING: uhh... let’s go with @convxction​ / @rexerrat​ / @psychcdelica​ ( for emmeryn ) / @eiriini​ / @2op4u​ ( for gerome ) and whoever else who would like to!

[kxowledge]

Hesiod, Works and Days (tr. Apostolos N. Athanassakis)

[porcineprince]

[honorbourne]

porcineprince​:

slaps colors on an old sayriki sketch

[honorbourne]

▒ ▌❛ SIR GEROME .

       Each step imposed upon the brick pathway by the clinking of armor adorning form and the heel of boots snapping to face. Others of the group either paces ahead or behind. Frankly, the youth of the army having yet to digest the damage to cloth and armor of previous battle. Mind all but on the end goal than little matters nestled within the day to day motions when not upon the battlefield. Gerome paid more attention to others when on the field than while traveling from village to town to the nearest city, wherever the Shepards step foot. Mask a void of expression. Length of fabric flowing in the breeze by the sway in bodily motion. It takes but a second for the wyvern rider to advert attention in Say’ri’s direction.

       An extension of silence as gaze rests upon her. Stoic as ever. “May that be so?” Low vocals finally breaking quiet. “I dare to ask how the damage appears. You say noticeable, yet may this hole be at an edge or in the center?” No emotions push through statements, but almost comes off on a level of concern over matter. A hand lifts from side, palm facing outward toward Lady Say’ri. A halt upon the offering presented before him. “My mother taught me what she believed as important skills to master outside of the battlegrounds. A simple matter of stitching a hole comes naturally. Need not ask the Lady for assistance, for to bother her over something trivial would be shameful.” Gerome nods head in a small bow of understanding. Impolite to turn someone down so swiftly.

    In the end, he would turn towards her, only to fall silent, causing Say’ri to wonder if she might have offended him. Before she could bring herself to apologize, however, Gerome soon speaks, making it rather apparent he didn’t seem all that angry; still, as a sign of good faith, she’ll nod to indicate she wasn’t lying.

    “ Aye, I speak the truth, ” Say’ri solemnly clarifies. Perhaps there was no reason to be treating a mere tear in a  CAPE  as a life or death matter, but she couldn’t quite help it. “ As a matter of fact, the hole I see is a long, ovular one near the bottom center. ” Sure enough, she’ll lower her gaze towards his outstretched palm before arching a brow in slight bewilderment. Truth be told, Say’ri had no idea why Gerome was offering it to her. Could this oddly timed gesture possibly be a strange Valmese custom she has yet to hear about? Well, regardless, she’ll trace the shape of the hole against his palm, only to blink, upon hearing him admit that his mother already taught him how to repair clothes.

    By that point, she’ll retract her own hand with an awkward clearing of the  THROAT.  “ I-I see... er, in that case, consider my offer null and void, ” Say’ri states. “ However, I am certain lady Cherche wouldn’t be terribly displeased if you were to rely on her every few moons; after all, you are her son, are you not? ‘Tis unfathomable she could ever be troubled by having the blessing of supporting you as a mother. ”

[honorbourne]

@hamartio​ has forseeth a starter ;;

    “ Would you care for some rice balls, sir Hector? ‘Twas my turn to cook at the dining hall this even and I accidentally made far more than the others could finish... ” Sure, she could have gone to anyone else who had a big appetite, but Hector was the first person she saw upon stepping out of the dining hall, that Say’ri figures she might as well ask him. Why, for all she knew, he might have been hungry.

[honorbourne]

@knightlydumbass​ has forseeth a starter ;;

    “ ...I see you now have another you populating this castle, sir Eldigan. Were I to be quite honest here, I can’t imagine what it must be like, being constantly reminded of your other self’s existence, ” Say’ri admits after watching the lavishly dressed Eldigan traipse away alongside an equally glamorous looking Lachesis. Considering those two were  DEEP  in conversation, it wasn’t that surprising they hadn’t noticed the other two heroes they had left behind. “ One wonders... are you growing accustomed to it? ”

[honorbourne]

@rexerrat​ has forseeth a starter ;;

    “ Er... d-do correct me if I’m wrong, but you are the Gangrel I know, right? ” Say’ri hesitantly inquired while allowing her eyes to shift off towards the side. As ecstatic as she was that her boyfriend is finally here, she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, on the off chance he did happen to hail from a world where they weren’t a couple; after all, with ‘brave’ Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard both originating from alternate  TIMELINES  where only they had won the war, it wasn’t that impossible for this Gangrel to be a different one. Still, Say’ri couldn’t help hoping that maybe, just maybe... he was the very same man she had remembered confessing to. That might be wishful thinking, though.

    “ Nay, let me rephrase that question again. ” Sure enough, Say’ri would proceed to shake her head, only to swivel her gaze around to meet his mere moments later. “ Might you recall us being lovers? ” 

[typelikeagirl]

[hairstylesbeauty]

[honorbourne]

@midnightsepulchre​ has forseeth a starter ;;

     “ Your sword techniques... they remind me of sir Alfonse’s, ” she’ll idly bring herself to point out. “ Could you two possibly be related? ” Sure, it might be a mere observation on her part, but after studying Lif’s form for around thirty minutes, the similarities between both him and Alfonse proved almost undeniable. Why, had she not known any better, Say’ri might have even concluded they were the same person; then again, she supposes that wasn’t the most far fetched explanation, considering Lucina did once masquerade as Marth once.

    Still, she doesn’t want to assume things either, in case her  SUSPICIONS  were unfounded or incorrect.

[honorbourne]

@2op4u​ has forseeth a starter ;;

     “ ...I have nary a clue if you are already aware of this, but there is a noticeable hole in your cape. ” Though she should have minded her own business, Say’ri couldn’t resist pointing out the tear; after all, as far as she was concerned, the sooner Gerome knew, the better. That way, he might be able avoid further scrutiny from the townspeople lurking up ahead. “ You are lady Cherche’s son, are you not? Provided sewing is beyond your ken, I could always ask her to help you repair it, ” she then goes on to offer. 

    Now that she thought about it, however, Say’ri realizes she had no idea what Gerome’s weaknesses or  STRENGTHS  even were outside of battle. Why, for all she knew, he could have been a master seamstress and she was just imposing on him by trying to provide assistance. Hopefully, though, he didn’t think she was being that overbearing, because the last thing she would want is to earn his ire.

[honorbourne]

( pssst... would anyone care for a starter? tbh, i haven’t the slightest who is or isn’t active in the ferpc anymore, so it would help if you could give this post a like if you’re interested. knowing me, these will likely be short, considering i’m not good at writing long starters.

EDIT: yeah, on second thought, i think i’ll just be limiting these to strictly fe muses for now, unless i happen to know the fandom you are from, have written out a verse for your fandom, or you have an fe verse i could utilize. though i’m not necessarily opposed to crossovers, it’s difficult for my mind to conjure up any ideas in regards to muses from series i’m not 100% familiar with; therefore, i’m sorry, but i will be selective when it comes to muses outside the fe universe! )

[honorbourne]

▒ ▌❛ SI-... GANGREL .

{ 👑 } IN A SENSE, HE DID FIND it unusual that she’d feel the same way about he as he her. After all, he’s a mongrel, blood under his nails and teeth sharply bared. Tainted flesh, heart ASUNDER. Say'ri might as well be a saint in comparison, her quest to liberate her people a far braver task than Gangrel could ever undertake. Yet, despite his sardonic attitude, there may be very few in the army who hates him more than he hates himself.

HIS HEART THRUMS IN HIS THROAT, so cocksure and wild, but once affection takes hold, he doesn’t know what to do. He’s pushed away suitors before, fed off the egos of sycophants and grinned in the face of lavish gift after lavish gift, but here, he is little more than a BEGGAR. ❝Sir Gangrel? Sir? Hoo, that doesn’t sound like something to call your —- your you know.❞ He mumbles, the sort to talk and talk and talk when his nerves are running wild. ❝I always found it cute before, but now it just feels … feels something real STRANGE.❞

AND DOES THIS MAKE HIM HER boyfriend? Clawed hand twitches, uncertain of this. Perhaps honesty would be EASIER, a means of expressing a reasoning behind his previous idiocy. Yet words have never been easy to Gangrel, scoundrel that he is. Actions ring louder, behaviours a stronger part of him than words ever could. He rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet. BRAVADO! A man must have bravado!

❝OH, I MUST SAY THAT I am not, ahem, accustomed to this! Do continue holding onto me, geh heh heh~ I might just FAINT if you let go!❞ An exaggeration coupled with a cackling wheeze, fingers weaving through her long dark tresses. ❝I must admit that I’ve had plenty of suitors when I was king, but this is —— different. HONEST, you could say.❞

    “ A-Ah... I suppose you are correct, ” Say’ri sheepishly concludes, just mere moments after Gangrel pointed out that it was strange for her to still be calling him ‘sir’. Honestly enough, he did have a point; after all, lovers seldom did refer to each other so formally - then again, she wasn’t used to being someone else’s girlfriend either, meaning it was understandable she needed time to adjust. “ M-My apologies. ‘Twas nothing but force of habit, ” Say’ri then goes on to admit, allowing her head to hang  LOW  in slight embarrassment.

     “ Would ‘beloved’ or ‘dear’ possibly suffice? Natheless, I shall try my absolute hardest to speak only your name alone - that, I can at least assure you. ” Sure, this issue might not be worth getting so worked up over, but she was nothing, if not serious. Sooner rather than later, though, Say’ri would manage a nod before allowing her eyelids to flutter shut once Gangrel begins running his fingers through her hair. “ Aye, you and me both. Back when he was still alive, my father was always preventing other men from getting near me; therefore, I confess I never experienced the sort of romantic outings I would sometimes read about in Chon’sinese poems, ” she’ll sigh.

    Truth be told, she can’t remember the last time anyone had played with her hair like this, and frankly speaking, it felt nice. Well, regardless, Say’ri would later shift her arms around his back in a gentle yet firm  EMBRACE.  At that point, her eyes would slowly pry apart to peer up at him. “ Verily, I am not quite surprised to hear you had your own share of lovers; a-after all, I imagine most would have deemed you roguishly handsome, as far as looks are concerned. Did you intend to rule Plegia again once this war is over? ”

[rainbowdonkee]

Full art for Say'ri!

[honorbourne]

lofi hip-hop - doll maker for you to make your muse to.

( so @convxction tagged me in a thing and sadly, i wasn’t able to make a say’ri i was perfectly content with; therefore, i ended up... editing it to look like her, lol. )

[honorbourne]

( so after cleaning up my following list, i decided to remove some inactive ships and tweak my own rules a bit to say customized avatars are exempt from being exclusively shipped, meaning i’ll ship with more than one version of a customized robin. as a result, the only active ships for say’ri rn are with convxction’s chrom and rexerrat’s gangrel.

but yeah, from now on, this is a strictly no antis zone, cause i’m tired of walking on eggshells around people. like, at this point, i refuse to tolerate any bullshit and will just straight up block if i see character hate, enforcement of double standards, bigotry, or unnecessary namedropping/vaguing. )