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@tranquilsongs said: ∞ dorothea!
( headcanon meme | accepting ) - ∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?
Oh yes. All her life, Dorothea has wanted both love and stability. She wants a good life and she wants happiness. She doesn’t want to have to struggle through life, but actually live it comfortably instead. These desires have been constant ever since she was young. Later, however, she realized that the likelihood of obtaining all of these things together in one package is quite slim. She knows better than to expect them now... but even so, she still longs for them.
@wildinfinitum said: ∞ lin and felix!
( headcanon meme | accepting ) - ∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?
Lin has always been a big fan of naps. He’s always preferred the limitless world of dreams to the one in which he lives and he’s always had a habit (or perhaps a skill) of falling asleep absolutely anywhere. Under trees, at desks, under desks, in flower beds, on rocks big enough to curl up on, on stairs...anywhere, really.
The things Felix had once thought to be constants in his life have almost all been broken or lost entirely. The one thing about himself that he’s kept consistently through the years is his focus on the sword. His reasons have changed, along with his methods of training. Almost everything about him has changed, but never his weapon of choice. The sword is his foundation. Glenn helped him build himself on it once and when Glenn was gone and that Felix was reduced to rubble, he rebuilt himself upon it alone.
@tranquilsongs said: ✋ felix!
( headcanon meme | accepting ) - ✋: Is your muse left or right handed?
Felix was originally right handed but has actually trained himself with his left over the years to the point of being effectively ambidextrous. If nothing else, it’s a good contingency to have access to, should anything ever happen to his right arm, but his reasoning behind such training is more simple than that. Really, he was just looking for more ways to challenge and push himself. He wasn’t disappointed.
@tranquilsongs said: 🚑 linhardt!
( headcanon meme | accepting ) - 🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?
Linhardt has Predominantly Inattentive ADHD. Few things are able to hold his attention and those that do become hyperfixations. Things that fall outside of his current fields of interest are often ignored or forgotten, including classes he doesn’t care to attend or even eating if it interrupts something he’s focused on doing at that moment.
HEADCANON QUESTIONS:
✿: What is your muses favourite scent?
☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?
☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?
♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?
✉: What is something your muse would write about?
✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?
💕: Does your muse have any crushes?
★: What is your muse’s zodiac?
✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?
∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?
✘: What are your muses pet peeves?
💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?
⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?
✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?
✋: Is your muse left or right handed?
👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?
🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?
🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?
👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?
🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?
🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?
🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?
💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?
❤️ For Annette and Felix
( shipping call | accepting !! ) - ❤ : romantic relationship
(( oh yes!! absolutely!! they’re super adorable and i love them!! also i really adore your Annette, so i’d definitely be down to explore a ship :D ))
Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship
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His relationship with Felix had been tense to say the least, but it didn’t stop Dimitri constantly trying to figure out exactly what was bothering Felix as of late - why he didn’t want to be around Dimitri anymore. It wasn’t as if this sour attitude was only toward him personally, a cold shoulder was Felix’s usual state, but it was more venomous than usual toward the Prince…
“Good evening,” Feeling brave yet again, he sat beside Felix at the canteen. “I was quite excited when I heard this was on offer tonight.” he gestured to the meals “Do you remember how much we loved this as children?”
It takes mere seconds after the Prince settles down next to him for Felix’s shoulders to go as tense as a drawn bowstring. The words Dimitri speaks are simple. Friendly, nostalgic, warm -- the sort of words the swordsman may have met with a smile once. Once, but not now. The divide between them has been dug too deep. Dimitri is trying to build bridges and yet, Felix can feel the bitterness clawing its way up his throat already. Instead of an enjoyable meal, all he tastes is poisoned words on his tongue.Will this beast never learn?
“As if i could forget. ” As if he hadn’t tried. Those days were full of memories his treacherous mind wouldn’t let go of, squeezing his heart in a vice of conflicting emotions every time he looked at what was left of the boy he’d known then. “Don’t you have someone else to eat with? You’re making my food taste bad.”
jalokivirouva:
@inkblccd // ♥’d
The young magus saw her target as he was heading towards the training grounds. She had figured she would be able to find him somewhere between the dinning hall and there around this time. “Felix!” she called out, hoping to get his attention as she started a bit of a light jog to make up the distance.
“I was wanting to ask if you could help me with some training.” she asked, a bit of red on her cheeks as her eyes drifted to the side before once more returning to him.
Felix pauses on his way back to the training grounds, a trek so familiar at this point that he could probably make it with his eyes closed, as the sound of hurried footsteps closes in on him from behind. Normally, he wouldn’t bother stopping to wait, let alone turning to face the person calling for him, But Annette tends to have a different sort of effect on him. Maybe he doesn’t mind lingering long enough for someone to catch up once in a while, as long as it’s her.
“You...want to train with me?” The request isn’t what he’s expecting and it shows clearly in the way his brow furrows. Why would she need his help? She knows a lot more magic than he does-- if she’s trying to strengthen those skills, his assistance would be of poor quality at best. His head tilts to one side, eyes scanning the blush on her face, and a curious frown pulls at his lips as he finally responds,
“Why? What are you trying to learn?”
@valentiques said: 🐈 | Claude!
( nonverbal starters | accepting ) -🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
“Nap time, Hilda? Guess I’m stuck now.” Not that he sounds all that bothered by it, of course. There are definitely worse places to be stuck and if Claude had to choose, this would be pretty high on his list of preferred traps to be caught in. Naps are nice and so is Hilda’s company, so why complain? Besides, after that last mission, he’s sure they could both use a break.
The archer breathes a sigh, contentment and resignation intermingled in the smile that settles on his lips. Carefully, as to not disturb the pink-haired head resting on his shoulder, Claude maneuvers his arm to wrap loosely around her instead of remaining trapped between them. If this is his life now, they may as well both be comfortable, right?
“How’s that? Better?”
@valentiques said: 🚪| Felix!
( nonverbal starters | accepting ) - 🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Felix isn’t used to being interrupted. Most people know better. He has little patience for social interaction even at the best of times, but when he gets like this, everything outside the realm of his training tends to fade into a distant background. Ignored, blocked out, replaced with more important things. The weight of his sword, the seconds it takes for him to complete a strike and move into the next.
Faster. He has to be faster with that. He can’t give his enemy time to even think. He has to--
Tap, tap, tap!
The swordsman turns sharply, feet pivoting in the dirt of the training grounds, to face the source of the offending noise, blade leveled at--
“ Goneril. Did you want something? Unless you’re here to fight, leave me alone. I’m busy.”
@prodigiousvisions said: 🌸 | Mercedes for Dorothea! :>
( nonverbal starters | accepting ) - 🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
Dorothea has never been partial to flowers. Usually, they’re empty, minimal effort gifts from suitors that she doesn’t particularly care for. Just little things that die too fast and mean too little. It would be something, she supposes, if they were grown with her specifically in mind, but far too often, they’re impersonal. Bought pre-arranged for the express purpose of wooing ladies. There are usually better prospects in her sights and so she feels no need to accept such lazy methods of courtship.
This is different, though. Mercedes is anything but lazy or impersonal and so, as dark curls are gently shifted away from one side of her face and the stem of a pretty pink carnation is tucked neatly behind her ear, pinning the locks in place, Dorothea finds herself smiling, cheeks tinged pink to match the petals in her periphery.
When was the last time she’d blushed over something like this?
“Mercie, I... It’s lovely! How do I look? Not bad, I hope?”
wildinfinitum:
@inkblccd // sc ( hubert ; linhardt )
“Haven’t I seen you with that same dusty tome before?”
He probably hasn’t. It’s not in his business to pay attention to such details; even if Linhardt had read that same book day after day, it wasn’t something Hubert would care to notice.
But, it’s as good a way to start as any other. At least, he hopes.
“This one? This book right here? I wouldn’t be surprised, it’s a rather interesting read. I didn’t think you would ever bother to notice such a thing, though...hm, no, in fact, I know you wouldn’t.”
Linhardt lowers his book just a fraction, enough to peer overtop of the pages at the one who disrupted his reading but not enough to show the small smirk tugging at his lips. “You aren’t interested in my reading material, or really anything I do, so what is this really about? Are you...making small-talk, Hubert?”
Even just the thought itself was enough to raise his brows. Very few people manage to surprise Linhardt. Most are dreadfully boring, bordering on predictable at the best of times, but Hubert had really thrown him for a loop with this one. He almost laughs, and perhaps it can be heard in the slight wobble of his usually airy tone, but he doesn’t care to try and correct it. “Are you feeling well? Should I heal you?”
@praesidii said: 👃 lavi @ yu
( nonverbal starters | accepting )
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
“ If you wanna keep that hand, get it the hell out of my face. ”
As if to demonstrate his point, the exorcist bares his teeth in a snarl as he lifts his own hand to wave Lavi’s away. His nose scrunches, unaccustomed to being touched about as much as the rest of him, and he turns to face away from the other man. His own hand, having finished swatting at the rabbit, moves to rub at the spot Lavi had touched, hoping to banish the odd, almost itchy, sensation of another person in his space.
“ Do you actually want something this time, or are you just here to bother me?”
( Verse info: Soren | FE3H )
So, for a while, I’ve had this idea that, since Soren is half dragon and branded canonically age slower than most-- depending on their blood, he is effectively ageless. Meaning at 2000, he looks about 25 at most, that sort of thing (He’s still only around 4′11″ in height but that’s due to malnutrition). Needless to say, he’s outlived everyone he’s ever known.
And with that in mind, consider the concept of outworld gates and worldhopping. we’ve seen it, we know it’s a thing in-universe and we know there aren’t any originating in Fodlan. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that one can’t be opened somewhere else and lead there.
So that’s Soren’s three houses verse. He’s just a tiny, world-hopping dragon and he’s Very Tired. He ends up at the monastery of Garreg Mach, looking for information on the place he’s landed (this time) and becomes a part of the academy’s staff in exchange for a place to stay. No one knows exactly where he’s from, of course, only that it doesn’t seem to be here. And that thing on his forehead doesn’t look like any crest mark to anyone else’s knowledge, but what else could it be, right?
Personally, I like the idea of him teaching a class on battlefield tactics (since knighthood certainly doesn’t suit him).
@tranquilsongs said:
“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “ caspar @ linhardt
“What an absurd question.” Linhardt barely manages to keep the smile from his face as blue eyes roll seconds before falling shut. How could Caspar even ask such a thing with the two of them already lying side-by-side like this? Curled up in bed, comfortable and warm and tucked under several layers of blankets; long, slender legs tangled and hooked around shorter, more muscular ones; gentle, strong arms wrapped securely around his waist, and hands settled on the small of his back-- so warm that he can feel them through the fabric of his nightgown...
With no space left between them, their bond unable to be sundered by childhood, school, or even war, what sort of question was this to ask? Shouldn’t Caspar already know the answer?
Linhardt breaths a soft sigh as he shifts about, finding the most comfortable position possible in the slightly creaky inn bed, and falling into it like he’ll never be moved again. He lifts a hand, lazily dragging gentle fingers through short-cropped hair the color of afternoon sky. After everything they had been through, side-by-side, why would he ever refuse?
“Of course you do, Caspar, but only if you lean up and claim it. I’ve found the best spot on this bed and I won’t be moved.”
