The Grim Shepherd Tharja

"Let's just say I'm keeping my options open." No allegiances? No problem! Tharja, everyone's favorite Dark Mage, may be a bit foreboding and dark—even self-centered—but that doesn't make her evil. Not necessarily. .:RP and FE:A blog with a sprinkle of ritual and occult.:. ♥ If you mean to RP with me, having a goal in mind does wonders. In other words, have some direction in your writing. Thanks~ ♥ ► Tracking #mopeytharja ◄

[mopeyshepherd]

It happened again.

[profeminist]

The Prez does it again! 

When Asked To Sort ‘Girls’ And ‘Boys’ Gifts, Obama Destroys Toy Gender Stereotypes (VIDEO)

"President and Michelle Obama were sorting toys into ‘girls’ and ‘boys’ bins for the Marine’s Toys for Tots program when the President tackled toy-gender stereotypes in true Obama fashion.

Between them, the pair delivered about 1,000 toys from the President’s staff to the U.S. Marine Corps’ Toys for Tots campaign, an annual holiday toy drive.

But then things got even more adorable. The President started putting the sports and the science toys into the ‘girls’ bin.  Placing a basketball into the bin, Obama says:

“I just wanna make sure some girls play some ball.”

A person from the crowd queries his decision to put legos in the girls, rather than the boys collection – because they might not like them.  The President responds:

“Girls don’t like toys?”

As he continues to sort, he comes across a T-Ball set.

“T-Ball? Girls like T-Ball” and nodding, puts the set in the girls’ bin.  The crowd is snapping photos, with some looking a little confused and he adds. “I’m just trying to break down these gender stereotypes.”

Read the full piece here

After eight years of “The Grinch Administration” aka Bush/Cheney, news like this just makes my heart grow three sizes bigger!

[redrubied]

Love it

[mopeyshepherd]

Now put some dolls in the boy bin. :l

[mopeyshepherd]

I am still alive, and not very sorry for this.

[feroxi-dancer]

Tharja's ass is way better than yours, heck, her body in general is better. (Based off one of the earlier headcanons. Sorry Olivia! ;A;)

"I’m…already aware that Tharja has much more appeal than I do. I can never be on the same arena as her.”

[mopeyshepherd]

"I'm afraid my body is of no concern to you, considering I could care less what you think. The dancer, I'm afraid, is far more self-conscious. Watch your tongue before something unfortunate happens to it."

[feroxi-dancer]

 Upon hearing her name being called, Olivia jumped a foot into the air. —-Sounds good. Tharja sneaking up on her would totally make her jump.

"I-I give up trying to figure out where that voice is coming from. And I don’t know why they presume I will get startled so easily."

[mopeyshepherd]

**sneaks up**

[dreadfighterdeimos]

[feroxi-dancer]

I've devised a hex to make dreams come true. Tell me your desires and hold still...

"N-not to be rude, Tharja, but why do I have to hold still?”

[feroxi-dancer]

This was a bad idea; Olivia trusted her instincts but to be honest, she didn’t have the guts to tell Tharja no. The dancer should have listened to Maribelle who told her to grow a backbone. She shifted her weight between her two feet, uncomfortable with the idea of being told to hold still. ”W-Well, it’s my dream to have a theater where I can dance.”

[mopeyshepherd]

Tharja stares with narrowed eyes for a silent moment. That's all? A theater to dance in? Considering everything else that the Shepherds had accomplished, the meager request almost seemed laughable. And yet, she did not laugh, responding only with that quiet gaze. After what must have felt like an eternity to the dancer, Tharja seems to wilt a bit. It didn't seem like the girl was lying to her. "Is that all?..." she finally says, voice imbalanced between annoyance and amazement. "That's hardly a dream. Gods, that's barely even a goal." It may sound snide and condescending as a look of disinterest builds on the dark mage's face, but she manages to append herself as the sound of clicking heels signal her leave.

"I don't need divination to tell that you won't need my enchantment to meet such a simple goal."

Just loud enough to hear, as if she meant for to be as such.

[feroxi-dancer]

I've devised a hex to make dreams come true. Tell me your desires and hold still...

"N-not to be rude, Tharja, but why do I have to hold still?”

[feroxi-dancer]

"I’m not entirely sure if I want to be your test subject," Olivia mumbled. "Better you than Henry, I-I suppose, but still…I’m weary about this idea. After all, you have no idea what will happen if it actually works the way it’s supposed to, right?"

[mopeyshepherd]

Tharja sighs wistfully. "Isn't that part of the fun? Not knowing? You know, after I learned how to divine this-and-that, things became a lot less interesting. Sometimes it's best not to know, wouldn't you say? Take a leap of faith? How does anyone know anything other than trying it themselves?"

She pauses. "And I'd rather not be compared to Henry, thank you. He may have talent but they way he goes about his business makes our lot look like brutes."

"Perhaps I was a bit misleading in saying it'd make your dreams come true, sure, but nothing comes of nothing. Now tell me what you want and hold still."

[feroxi-dancer]

I've devised a hex to make dreams come true. Tell me your desires and hold still...

"N-not to be rude, Tharja, but why do I have to hold still?”

[feroxi-dancer]

"W-Wait. What do you mean things will go as planned? I’m not going to grow an extra limb, am I? T-Tharja, what are the side effects of this hex if it goes wrong?!”

[mopeyshepherd]

"Truthfully? I’m not completely sure what will happen if the hex goes right, but I’m pretty sure squirming around won’t help.” She turns her eyes away briefly, holding onto a wayward grin. “Not that it’s not fun to watch you squirm about a bit. You’re a dancer, after all.”

[feroxi-dancer]

I've devised a hex to make dreams come true. Tell me your desires and hold still...

"N-not to be rude, Tharja, but why do I have to hold still?”

[mopeyshepherd]

"Move if you like, but I can't say things will go as planned if you do..."

[lissyaintyomissy]

Lissa stood her ground against whatever horror was placed behind Tharja’s grin. With one hand the princess reached up to one of her signature pigtails and lightly grasp the tips. Was she brave enough to sacrifice a few snips of hair? Or maybe she’d burst out of there and find Frederick and Sully to protect her. That would mean she’d risk loosing her tough facade to Tharja. 

"H-Hey! I’m just as brave as anyone else." She defended and released her protective hold on her locks. "You can have my hair but not too much!" 

[mopeyshepherd]

There's a certain amount of fun that's lost when the prey stops fighting, but even a bored predator has to eat. The grin settles into a decidedly-evil pout. "Now, now... we all have our fears." The mage advanced slowly, heels clicking against the floor as she moved to Lissa's right side. Her movements were slow and smooth as she examined the wefts of hair, building unneeded tension. Finally, a single hand slowly raised up, drawing cool fingers across the follicles of a single pigtail, outward from the thick of the base. "It's such a small sacrifice for what I can do," she muses to no one in particular, though her face is just close enough to resonate lowly in the other girl's ear. She draws her fingers through a few more times, each stroke growing slower as it nears the end of the follicles before she finally, and sharply, tugs a single blonde hair from her victim's scalp. "This should do." And even then, for all Lissa endured, the macabre mage doesn't explain herself.

[mopeyshepherd]

Owain Brady

[mopeyshepherd]

  The young woman’s expression wrinkles slightly as the unexpected question comes across as a sneak attack of sorts, echoing in her ears as she turns around to face the asker.

"Oh, Lissa." A prompt clearing of the throat and a slight melting of her troubled expression allows a sly grin to replace the previously-tussled face. "Are you curious? I can show you, but I’ll just need a lock of your hair. It’s really much more interesting when you’re more… involved.”

[lissyaintyomissy]

"Uhh." Lissa furrowed her brows in confusion at the dark mage’s request. Why would Tharja think her hair would be any different from Robin’s?

"I think I’ll pass. I kinda want to keep all my hair Tharja." 

[mopeyshepherd]

"I don't need a LOT of it," she elaborates, placing her hands on her hips as she takes a step forward, away from the dark shadows that fill her quarters. "If you're curious enough to ask me, surely you're brave enough to see what I'm up to." The dim light that floods in from the doorway allows Lissa to suddenly-but-clearly see the telltale wickedness in Tharja's expression.

[lissyaintyomissy]

"Hey, so Tharja? Why is it you need a lock of Robin’s hair again?"

[mopeyshepherd]

The young woman's expression wrinkles slightly as the unexpected question comes across as a sneak attack of sorts, echoing in her ears as she turns around to face the asker.

"Oh, Lissa." A prompt clearing of the throat and a slight melting of her troubled expression allows a sly grin to replace the previously-tussled face. "Are you curious? I can show you, but I'll just need a lock of your hair. It's really much more interesting when you're more... involved."