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[justicemanual]

the most heroic [closed // lissa]

[ohimekun]

Smiling amicably in the direction her friend had sat beside her as he peered at her art, a sense of deja vu seemed to wash over her as she looked over. The scenery before her changed to something more resemblant of a forest than an arts and crafts table, a vaguely familiar face stood a few feet away from her, though for some reason the sight seemed almost dreamlike. The blurred lines that made it up had the other almost unrecognizable even as the princess tried to squint towards them, the sound of a lively voice interrupting her efforts.

"Oh! … …ow! Do I …ve child…?" Though the sound came out like some kind of bad signal, cutting out and quiet at times, the fact that it the voice came from her own lips allowed her to discern the rest of what was being said. What a weird thing to ask though…

"Y… …ve a …n …med. …wain…"

Blinking down at the piece of paper that the other boy was now trying to assist her with, a feeling of slight disorientation plagued her. What was that? Blue eyes took in the slight correction that had been made to her already-masterpiece as Lissa thought about it for a moment, eventually speaking up in a perfectly clear voice, contrasting that which she’d sworn she heard moments before.

"Whoa, I just got the weirdest sense of deja vu!"

"Oh, uh, right. I’ve only been here a little while, but I thought it’d be fun." Seeing as she was hardly capable of doing any good at most of the other activities, anyway. "Wait, but that wasn’t just me, right? That was soooo weird, and I thought I heard your name Owain! You didn’t say anything, did you?"

[justicemanual]

Hearing her talk about a weird feeling causes his sense of hearing to heighten (or so he likes to imagine) and he becomes far more attentive when she elaborates. "Yeah, yeah I know what you mean." He scratches his cheek awkwardly, trying to make sense of what he heard before her. When he thinks about it, he swears he heard the other girl's name-- but that's nonsense! "I didn't say anything thought, well, except a comment about your drawing."

Ah... But it also appears that one of the voices was also Lissa's own...

"Hey! I actually think I heard you talk in a... not a vision per se, but something like it... But I thought I imagined it or something." Sadly, Owain didn't really see anything worth noting -- it must have been too blurry or faint for him to process any sight recognizable, but in any case, the fact he heard Lissa voice and possibly her name still stands! "...You didn't say anything either, right?" He asks just to be safe, though, it's not like he's expecting her to say yes. The voice was far too faint for it to have been her talking to him.

"Wait, so what exactly did you hear, aside from my name?" If she was hearing his name so willy-nilly, he figures he might as well ask about the context his name was said in. "It's... really strange, you know. I felt a weird thing between us just now!"

[justicemanual]

the most heroic [closed // lissa]

[ohimekun]

Markers were her tool of choice as the princess took advantage of her seat at the drawing tables that had been set up so neatly for the festival. Unfortunately, no matter how she tried, Lissa just couldn’t seem to get the colours on her page to line up with how pretty the actual flowers in front of her were. Instead she had resorted to doodling, small, exaggerative likenesses of her friends and family interacting scattered across her page in varying colours.

Let’s see… blue for Chrom, light blue for Lucina, brown for Frederick, and maybe some shade of purple for Neku…? That seemed close enough for her, as each page slowly filled with different pictures of them all. (Some of them, she’d admit, a little bit teasing.)

That was, until the sound of a vaguely familiar upperclassman’s voice snapped her out of it. Twirling the current yellow marker in her hand, Lissa smiled just a bit.

"Oh, yeah, sure Owain. It’s not like it’s reserved or anything." A pause. "Hey, do you think this looks like Cynthia? She says she’s a hero, but I’m not actually sure how to draw ‘justice’…"

[justicemanual]

With a wide smile, he takes a seat right beside the young girl with the intent of creating some fine works of art. However, as he finds his place beside her, small blurs of voices pass through his mind and he can vaguely see a vision through the eyes of a child. He can't quite make out the scene, but he notes two figures before him speaking as though they're underwater.

"I... gr...ve... 'I lo.. ...sa'!" "Oh ...'re so ...ss...g!"

There's something about what he hears that gives him the chills. An overwhelming sadness overcomes him and he takes a moment too long staring at the picture Lissa drew. But soon enough, he comes to his senses and shakes his head slightly to knock himself back to reality.

"Huh? What? Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah, I think this looks pretty much like Cynthia if you ask me." Owain continues on as if nothing actually happened in that short span of time, leaning against the table with the palm of his hand resting on his cheek, holding his head up. "But, you could probably add more here--" He takes a marker from the table and begins to doodle, fixing up the girl's most heroic pose.

"Haha, there!" Looking proudly at his creation, Owain sets down the marker, crossing his arms and tilting his head to examine the piece further. "How long have you been working on these anyway?"

[justicemanual]

Stop shouting, or I’ll use duct tape. i mended it a little buT

owain walked up to the corner store and he said to the exalt running the store

"HEY!" bom bom bom "Got any... duct tape?"

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

opening my inbox

[rpmememaker]

Yandere Sentence Memes

"Now hold still…"

"Stop screaming or I’ll use duct tape."

"They had it coming, they were too friendly with you…"

"No one will find us here."

"You’ll be mine forever."

"I’m going to kill him/her."

"I don’t like people touching my things…”

"Don’t bother to struggle…"

"Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"

"Your friends are too close with you… I don’t like it..”

"It’s for your own good."

"I won’t take no for an answer."

"Keep running, I like the chase!”

"It’d be a shame if your friend was hurt…"

"If you promise not to scream, I’ll remove the gag."

"Oops, did that hurt?"

"You can’t just keep me here!"

"I’m calling the police!"

"Stop threatening anyone I talk to!"

"You’re hurting me!"

"W-what are you doing?"

"Stay away from me!"

"You’re being so clingy, it’s weird."

"Let go of me!"

"Someone is bound to come soon, they’ll notice!"

"What are you planning to do with that?"

"Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me sleep?"

"You killed him/her!"

"Don’t hurt me!"

"Put that down!"

"You’re scaring me…"

"That’s a really bad joke, quit it…"

[violinthug]

the rite of spring [closed]

It’s….beautiful, is Brady’s first thought as he steps into the square with the festival in full bloom (both literally and figuratively). But, really, there’s no other word for it with everything decked in the soft pastels of Spring and flower petals alight everywhere.

If Brady’s eyes sting a bit, he’ll swear it’s allergies and a reaction to the fresh, fragrant scent of the world’s most natural perfume cloying up the air.

He closes them, just to be sure, and grips his hand a little tighter around the handle of his violin case because the action grounds him as much as it sends his heart soaring with a thousand melodies he would play if he could only capture the essence of the festival in a song. (A Herculean task, to be sure.)

With his eyes closed, he feels a brush against his head, and he snaps them open to paw at his hair in reflex. When his fingers brush against the velvety touch of flower petals, he pauses.

Someone’s placed a crown upon his head.

"H-hey. What was that for?!"

[justicemanual]

Waiting around for certain stands and booths to open, Owain decides to try his hand at the art of flower crown-making, something that is quite popular even outside of the festival itself. Though, as much of an artist as he is, for some reason, he just can't exactly get the hang of making these crowns no matter how hard he tries.

He sighs, but he doesn't let it get him down; life's too short for that kind of stuff! Still, he only gets through a couple before deciding that was enough of that and it was time to leave, so he stands with the flowers in hand, despite how crappy they are.

When he heads back to the square to check on those booths, he spots a tall, familiar figure standing near the beautiful array of flowers, seemingly enjoying the scenery. At that moment, Owain gets an idea and quietly walks up behind the other and stands on his toes to reach the top of his head with a badly made crown.

"Oh!" 

But before he could make his quick escape, he's caught.

"Hey there... Just thought you'd might like a flower crown?"

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the most heroic [closed // lissa]

It's about time for the annual spring festival to take place within Parlia, something Owain always looks forward to as the winter passes and spring comes through. It's always a magnificent sight, he thinks, and definitely one of his most favorite times of the year -- everything is beautifully crafted and decorated, everyone is enjoying themselves, and it's all just a big party! 

His favorite part of the festival has always been the drawing (aside from all the games). However, he wouldn't really call himself an artist, per se, he just enjoys seeing everyone else's art and creating his own drawings in a calming environment.

As he makes his way to one of the tables, he notices a girl just a few years younger than him with bright blonde twin tails. Recognizing her to be Lissa, someone he knows through Cynthia and Lucina, Owain smiles and walks up to her, tapping at her shoulder to get her attention and giving her a little wink.

"Hey, Lissa! May I have a seat next to you?"