bow of hidden feelings

closed midir. blue lions faculty.

[knightofyngvi]

there was nothing left for midir of yngvi.

coming to in the forests around the monastery had felt like a dream, but he had to wake eventually, and when he did wake, he felt only... cold.

it wasn't so cold he shivered, but he wasn't comfortable in it. there was no breeze, there was no clouds, there was just... nothing.

was this what death felt like?

there was no difference on whether he kept his eyes open or closed them. he closed them, and imagined he was at home, in the darkest hour of the morning, curled by edain's side. soon, she'd wake as well, and they'd ready themselves for a new dawn. they were in love, which meant they were invincible. love, surely, conquered even the darkest war.

he wished he could still believe in their love.

and yet, even as he thought it, something still begged him to keep dreaming. edain was at home now, surely, even if he could go back into the dream he wouldn't see her, but his soul still screamed for something, anything other the mindless eternity promised to him now.

the ring on his finger was heavy. well, the dream was under him, so he let it fall, dragging him behind it. 

does this make me a coward, or an idealist?

the sun began to rise outside the window, he could see it even with his eyes closed. the chill retreated as the morning dawned, the sun's rays chasing out the night's last forces, and midir of yngvi awoke, again, into a dream much kinder than reality.

[theofficersacademy]

Midsommar 2022 : Prompts and Memes Part 1

The sun begins its evening descent, bathing the sky in hues of pale yellow and gold. After a long day of collecting firewood and arranging the burning piles, your hard work is finally rewarded with the sight of a festival truly coming together. Merchants set up their wares and prepare their treats, filling the air with fragrant smoke and the warm scent of fried sweets.

Priests strike matches over each of your wood piles. Fires burns brightly. ‘tis the beginning of Midsommar!

The bonfires are burning….

[ ROAST ] Food over the fires, from meats to marshmallows. Each house has their own representative bonfire, and each fire has a large pot with their representative soup. Add something to it or try out what your classmates have been cooking.

[ EAGLES SOUP ] Black Eagles: Thick goulash, hearty, enough to feed a thousand soldiers. “Thousand Soldiers’ Soup” made with dried ingredients and reconstituted on the roads

[ LIONS SOUP ] Blue Lions: White fish, leeks, potatoes, heavy cream, keeps you nice and warm.

[ DEER SOUP ] Golden Deer: Broad beans, spiced sausages, seasonal vegetables, red hot with paprika imported from Dagda.

[ DANCE ] While Midsommar traditions began in the Empire and spread gradually across Fódlan, each country has its own Midsommar song and dance around the fire. Follow your house’s traditions, or bring in a little something from home.

[ BURN ] Burn different plants as offerings to the Goddess. Herbs and powders are sold by local vendors to change the scent and color of the smoke.

[ LEAP ] All around the hills outside of town, the people of Fódlan light bonfires to scare away evil spirits. Leaping over them is said to bring good luck, and many challenge each other to see who can jump the highest. Young couples link hands and try to jump together, hoping for prosperity in the year to come.

[ TELL ] Share stories around the fire. Lately, children have made a game out of whispering a story into their friend’s ear, who has to retell the story to the best of their ability to their friend, and so on. When the story finally reaches the end of the “convoy,” it’s often a completely new story.

[ TASTE ] Away from the noise of the festivities, the Chefs of the Round Table (the cooking club) has set up a mostly-private bonfire to test out some of their new creations. Their latest masterpiece? Something called a “marsh mallow,” a recipe from the Sreng region sweetened with vanilla and sugar. It’s supposedly delicious when toasted over a fire…

The Garland Moon begins…

[ CROWN ] Make a flower crown, or bestow one upon another.

[ GARLAND ] The Garland Moon is upon Fódlan, and garlands are being strung up all around Garreg Mach. Among the shop stalls selling handmade trinkets and knickknacks are florists with the last of the spring flowers, already woven and made into garlands and corsages. This may be your last chance to confess to your special someone before the season changes!

[ PAIR UP ] Single people get dressed up and paired off with other single people, this is the season of love and baby animals and the older adults won’t tolerate a humbug Singleton. If you already have a special someone, then dive right into the singing and dancing together!

[ SHOP ] The festivities draw merchants from all across the world to sell their wares, but beware: the crowds are ripe for pickpockets, and unscrupulous potion sellers take advantage of anyone who looks confused and gullible.

[ MUSIC ] There is no shortage of music or food. Join in with hymns around the cathedral, find the bards singing old folktales by the river, or try to swipe as many free samples as you can in the market.

[knightofyngvi]

ulirblood​:

giving in to the love

contrast to the somewhat dreary weather of their second reunion within fodlan, the day of their anniversary is bright and full of all the sun you could ask for. edain takes to admiring the garden in the academy’s greenhouse, seeing as there were no classes for her to teach today.

midir approaches her in the midst of her viewing and edain knows instantly that it must be about their anniversary. she smiles up at him brightly as he takes her hands, pecking his cheek back in an act of affection. “wonderful now that you’re here with me.” she peers up at him with an even brighter gaze, for she could not be happier than she was in the arms of her beloved.

she nods when he brings up the wedding boutique. “yes, plenty of students have been gossiping about it. it’s rather romantic isn’t it? even if it’s only going to be in town for the rest of the moon.” she giggles— he must be asking her to go with him, surely. “did you want to visit it with me?”

she kisses him in return and he flushes, gentle heat rising to his cheeks, almost warmer than the sunlight shining on them. 

“i would like to take you,” he says, pulling her tighter against him. “i thought... it might be nice if we renewed our vows this year. we could have a little ceremony, and invite our friends that are here. what do you think?” 

his mind drifts, for a moment, back to their wedding, in the depths of the war. it had been nothing flashy, they didn’t have the time for that, but that hadn’t made it mean any less to them. he remembers how divine she looked in her dress, how he cried when he saw her in it. how it had started raining in the moments before their kiss, and he’d carried her inside as they laughed and laughed. 

“i think it’d be nice to not have to worry about war, and maybe it won’t rain on us this time.” he smiles, the memory glimmering in his eyes. 

[knightofyngvi]

giving in to the love

the calendar in the corner of midir’s office stares him down, the date circled filled with sketches of flowers and a single word - anniversary!

a wedding boutique had arrived a few days ago, promising fittings for dresses and suits. 

midir wonders idly if, since wedding vows went away when someone died, his with edain were forfeit. 

---

he finds her on a sunny morning, one where he knows she doesn’t teach any classes. he gathers his courage, for perhaps too long - he nearly misses his chance, but calls out to her. 

“edain, my love,” he closes the distance between them, and greets her with a light kiss. “how are you this morning?” he takes her hands in his, holds them close to him. “i wanted to ask you something, about our anniversary.” his voice is low, but full of warmth. “have you heard about this wedding boutique in town...?” 

> @ulirblood

[knightofyngvi]

ulirblood​:

this could be a dream

she rounds her corner and there he is. the love of her life in person before her eyes. her breath stills and for a moment she simply stares at him. deja vu sets in for her for this was so like their first reunion in the monastery. identical almost— without the rain nor the hope that perhaps he really was still out there somewhere.

she had almost given up. so unlike her, what a fool— to lose hope so easily. “midir?” she finally manages to say his name, hands shaking at her side even as she tries to still them. “i thought… i was beginning to think you hadn’t been real.” she says with a quiet laugh, as if there was anything funny. tears begin to form in her eyes and edain bites her lip. this wasn’t something to cry over.

she hadn’t truly allowed herself to process the loss of her loved one again, and so finally tears begin to fall unbidden. she rushes forward, jumping into his arms with a sob. “midir!” she cries, clutching at the clothing on his back.

midir’s arms wrap around her tightly, holding her as close as he dares to. a hand finds the back of her head, the other arm wrapping around her waist. 

does he tell her, that he was nothing but a dream? does he tell her that he had tried to follow her home, but had found only darkness? does he give that weight in his chest to her to hold, dragging her down with him? 

he holds his wife and he cries. 

“i’m here,” he whispers. “i’m so sorry for leaving you.” 

he wants to promise her that he won’t leave her again, but it never finds its way to his lips. 

“they must have known,” he murmurs, his voice shaking. “they knew we were looking for each other again, didn’t they...” a breath, to steady himself. he lifts his head to look into her eyes, see her face, then he gently leans down to touch his forehead to hers. 

[knightofyngvi]

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

midir always liked to take the first watch. after sigurd's camp had quieted down, after everyone had gone to bed, he could truly think. as he wrapped each stick in twine with feathers for his arrows, he could sit and imagine what lay ahead for him.

he'd never been one to plan his life - it'd already been planned for him, after all. he was edain's knight, and would gladly be until he died. but in the knight, questions would gently settle on his shoulders - would he settle down? have children? teach a new knight for yngvi?

he liked to imagine that last one - a young student on his heels, training bow in their hands, as he guided them to hit their targets again and again and again. perhaps someday he'd be able to teach a group, a class even!

midir settled back against a tree and smiled.

[knightofyngvi]

what if my only friend is a horse?

over, under, around, pull. over, under, around, pull.

midir sits in a forgotten corner of the monastery, a tangle of thread in his fingers. the pale blue, white, and golden threads were supposed to be twined into a bracelet of sorts, to be tied to a lance, but it mostly looks like an abysmal nest of knots now. he sighs, and begins untangling what he’d started. 

a glimmer of movement from down the hallway catches his eye, and he lowers the stick that he’d been using as an anchor. “hello?” as the figure comes closer, he recognizes her - “deirdre, hello,” he calls. “do you have any experience with these weavings? i’m afraid my knowledge only extends to making arrows.” he holds out the stick to her, showing her just how hopeless his project had become. 

“i wanted to make something to tie to tuatha’s tack,” he explains. “i don’t want his things getting mixed up with the other horses’, he gets very particular about all of that…” though he looks frustrated, the glimmer of fondness in his eyes for the horse is unmistakable. “if i get good enough, i’d like to make a few more - there’s a lance that’s just the right size and weight for me that i’d like to continue practicing with.” 

> @nagaficat

[sunprompts]

SIMPLE ACTIONS

my first post is just some simple actions; plenty of room for you to decide what the reasoning or emotion behind the action is. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛

[COLLAR] - sender reaches out to smooth down / fix receiver's collar.

[RUFFLE] - sender ruffles receiver's hair.

[BRACE] - sender braces receiver under the elbow.

[FOREHEAD] - sender feels receiver's forehead.

[HANDS] - sender takes receiver's hands.

[NECKLACE] - sender fastens a necklace around receiver's neck.

[SHOULDER] - sender lays a hand on receiver's shoulder.

[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.

[LAY] - sender guides receiver by the shoulders to lay back.

[TUG] - sender tugs receiver's hand in an attempt to get them to follow.

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.

[SUPPORT] - sender pulls receiver's arm over their shoulder for support.

[DRINK] - sender sets something to drink down in front of receiver.

[FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver.

[BACK] - sender rubs a hand up and down receiver's back.

[COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them.

[CHEEK] - sender brushes a thumb over receiver's cheek.

[NUZZLE] - sender nuzzles into receiver's neck.

[HUG] - sender tugs receiver in for a hug.

[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.

[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to).

[CARRY] - sender carries receiver to another location.

[HALT] - sender gently pulls receiver to a halt.

[knightofyngvi]

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

"a shooting star," he murmured, leaning closer to edain. "should we wish?"

but what to wish for? he was in love with edain, who loved him. the war was finally looking up for them. perhaps they would settle down and have children in a world that didn't attack them from all sides.

he leaned his head closer to wish.

"i wish," his lips moved, but no voice followed them, "that you are happy."

she hadn’t heard him, of course, but he was okay with that - as the star fell to earth, behind the trees, he held her closer against the coming chill of the evening, and kissed her temple. 

if fate wouldn’t grant his wish, he would fight until it did. 

[knightofyngvi]

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

his entire body screamed as the axe blade came down across his chest. edain's hand slid out of his, and her screams sounded miles and miles away...

he didn't know how long he laid there, bleeding out. he didn't remember hearing hoofbeats approaching, only that he was moved, because the pain was sharp even when dulled by memory. he didn't know who found him, who recognized him, who first realized that edain was gone and it was his fault. he hadn't dared to ask. he'd picked up his bow to defend her, as much as he could, he never truly defended her, the only time he'd ever been able to protect her was...

fire raged in his mind. he wanted only a moment, but his entire life - well, the part worth telling - was danger. he wished it frightened him, how comfortable he was with picking up a weapon. it only really saddened him.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

More Memories

[ulircursed]

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[knightofyngvi]

strange women lying in ponds distributing axes is no basis for a system of government

the lake in the woods is serene enough that even midir can feel at ease at its edge. yngvi’s knight sits on a blanket, letting the sunlight that manages to drift through the budding leaves shine onto the pages of the book he’s brought from the library. 

at least, that was the plan. 

the lake today is surrounded by chatting students and faculty alike. some are discussing, in hushed whispers, a lady who gives out weapons. others are preparing to dive into the chilly water, perhaps in search of the weapons themselves. 

midir breathes out a long sigh. 

he approaches one of the other knights, though he keeps his eyes on the students at the edge of the water. 

“do you know what’s made this place so popular?” he can’t quite keep the disappointment out of his voice. “surely they aren’t looking to escape summer heat yet. it’s barely spring.”

> @viridescent-lance

[knightofyngvi]

the last unicorn?

every good knight could ride a horse. at least, that’s what midir was told when he was young, staring down at a sickly foal in need of a friend. when the knights of seiros needed someone who could ride, midir had volunteered before they’d finished explaining the mission. now, he sits atop his horse, tuatha, waiting for the other volunteer. tuatha kicks the dirt under him impatiently, and midir soothes him with a pat on the neck. 

“you’re excited, aren't you, tu?” midir leans down in the saddle slightly to speak to the horse. “we have an important mission ahead of us. we have to find all those children.” the horse’s ears prick up, pointed in the direction of footsteps. midir straightens up again, waving at the woman approaching him. 

“brigid,” he calls. “are you joining me on this mission?” the horse dips his head at brigid, almost like he’s greeting her as well. “I’m not sure how well acquainted with riding you are, but it sounds like we will need to be on horseback if we have a hope of seeing this creature.” 

> @ulirblessed

[ulirblood]

this could be a dream

@knightofyngvi [ task board: any skill +1 ]

since returning to the monastery, edain could not help but miss midir’s presence by her side. she was beginning to think all of her time with him at the monastery had been a dream, for when she had returned from trying to go back to jugdral he had not been there by her side.

she wouldn’t be so surprised if it turned out her mind had made their reunion up entirely… but she still cannot help but be sad. he felt so real back then, to only find out now it was all her imagination.

but regardless, she couldn’t mope around thinking about him— missing him. she had duties to fill as a priestess and as a professor of the blue lions. she was independent enough. she could live without him. that’s what she tells herself… but it never quite becomes easy to believe that.

edain lets out a quiet sigh as she walks down the halls of the monastery. a mission had been given to her— well to be more precise they had asked her if she’d be willing to help the knights out on their mission. she hadn’t a clue what it was about but had only known that she would help out in whichever which way she could. with her agreement, that only left her with meeting up with the other man who’d agreed to help out the knights.

her heart still pangs silently with every thought of midir that goes through her mind.

[knightofyngvi]

this time, midir had not rushed through the halls of the monastery, calling and crying out for his beloved. he’d quietly returned to his previous routine, teaching archery and riding to his less-than-eager students. 

“she isn’t here,” had been the answer when he’d asked about her, once. 

he hopes, above all else, that she’s happy back at home. 

someone had entered his class the other day, asking if he’d participate in a mission. it involved a formal ball, and his skill as a proper knight would be useful. somehow, he’d agreed to go, even with his memories of the ball with edain ringing through his mind. now, midir of yngvi stands in a stone hallway, waiting for a door to open. 

“you will have a partner at this dance. your story is that you are a couple,” they’d said. he’d tried to back out then, but the knight in charge had insisted, with a knowing look in her eye. “trust me.” 

footsteps echo down the hall, and he turns to stare at the corner. who could they possibly have- 

edain. oh, edain, my love. it’s you. 

[knightofyngvi]

wanted plots

taken threads

+1 any - with edain. 

+1 riding - with brigid. 

+1 axe - with forsyth,

+1 lance - with deirdre. 

[byubles]

GARREG MACH MONASTERY.

Located in central Fódlan amidst the mountains, Garreg Mach Monastery is the headquarters of two separate entities: the Church of Seiros and the Officers Academy. It is a neutral territory, not governed by any of the three nations of Fódlan. In addition to being a religious site, the monastery is home to an elite order of knights …

prompts based on the setting of Garreg Mach from the game Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Written in conjunction with ceres with a special thanks to soji! feel free to edit or expand on these prompts to your liking.

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