claude.

You're an outsider, just like me.

[moonlitdeer]

「𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴」       

                                         Claude von Riegan 

 ✬ 𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱       ✬ 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬/𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴          ✬ 𝘴𝘧𝘸 

written by lozy!

[lorenzhellman]

Dated 15th of the ███████ Moon, 1181.

I want to sing my adoration From my bedroom window But people are far more judgmental Than the greenhouse roses. 

[lorenzhellman]

magic!anon you are an epic poggers farmer

I’m posting this publicly so everyone can witness your shame.

[moonlitdeer]

[yonch]

he’s a lonely star.

[yonch]

Love and ephemeral dreams, emotions and tastes, stupid lies, I’m irritated and impertinent. Is what I wear a crown? A clown’s face? Destruction that befalls me?

[moonlitdeer]

lorenzhellman​:

@moonlitdeer

   The fact that Claude and Lorenz shared a wall had once infuriated them, but nowadays, the close proximity was more than welcome. There was rarely a chance to catch Claude alone between their own busy schedule and the crowds of class and the dining hall.

   This meant the only real time they had to candidly speak with him was after everyone else had retired to their rooms, after the candle clock on their dresser had been worn down to the last notch and the first dregs of ill-timed sleep pulled at them.

   Preemptively dressed down for bed, they snuck out the door to their own room (as if anyone actually cared about curfew at this point) and strode the three yards or so it took to reach Claude’s door, knocking thrice.

   “Claude,” they spoke softly, “it’s Lorrie.”

The knock on his door comes as no surprise- the walls are thin enough for him to hear Lorenz get out of their room and head over, and the sound of their footsteps is an almost familiar sound by now. He sets his book down before Lorenz even knocks, swinging his legs over the side of his bed.

“One sec.”

He’s quick to unlock the door, pulling it open with a small grin on his face.

“Hey, Lorrie. C’mon in.”

His floor’s just as cluttered as it usually is, but there’s at least enough space for them to manuever through without kicking any books. Claude goes ahead and picks a few journals off the ground for the sake of it anyways.

The books are set down on his desk and he leans against it, turning to face Lorenz. “Couldn’t sleep?”

[larachelledrawsfe]

In a world without borders…

[lorenzhellman]

(art credit: yours truly)

   ❝Well, I suppose I— Wait, why are you reading my poetry? Where did you even get that?!❞

ok actually i can’t dedicate myself to aesthetics uhh. hi! i’m leo, i’m returning to tumblr after a 4+ year hiatus, and iiii’m giving tumblr rp a shot again, too! 

i’ve been rping lorenz since before the game’s release, so i’ve got a wealth of experience, and i’m really not that selective, so please feel free to hit me up to rp! 💜

likes and reblogs are much appreciated so i can kickstart this blog!! tysm!!

[moonlitdeer]

currently coordinating with lorenz how to present ourselves like normal people and so far it’s going not too great

[moonlitdeer]

tag dump

[moonlitdeer]

“wow claude your blog’s sure got a pretty yellow purple theme going on” yeah it’s called symbolism

[moonlitdeer]