* CRIMSON FLOWER.

look who's digging their own grave, that is what they all say.

[itsrex]

I love both of these terrible boys so much??

Original post by @tyrs-right-hand

[godswollen-deactivated20171014]

[natsumeoww]

and all along, it was you. sorry sylvain.

sorry for just posting sad content im depressed hshdjsd

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

unfinished duet, richard siken

[inkymint]

If you keep stringing gravestones around your neck, you’ll snap

[fuck2everything]

[softest-archive-deactivated2023]

I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.

[roseydoux]

Night Tide (1961)

[bestofgentleearth]

[mortuusdeos]

idleknights‌:

       ❝  I’M JUST SAYING IT’S WEIRD ,  but maybe it is  also  a conspiracy !  that sounds pretty cool ,  right ?  so official …  the  yellow deer  conspiracy !  ❞  maybe that would end up as just a working title ,  but it didn’t actually sound bad .  if anything ,  the girl was just excited about the prospect of having discovered something no one else knew ,  or at least that no one should know .  ha ,  right in the face of everyone who called her lazy  —  who’s laughing now ?!

        nevertheless ,  she can’t help but roll her eyes when her best friend points out the fact that he looks good in yellow .  claude may be right ,  but that just meas he is  one in a million !  hardly anyone could pull off that color ;  she certainly couldn’t ,  at least not as well as some good ol’ pink .  ❝  true but that’s just you ,  claude ,  ❞  the magenta eyed girl comments with a brief chuckle ,  giving him a light push ,  ❝  it isn’t more than  your obligation  though .  imagine a house leader who doesn’t look good in their house’s very own colors !  i’d feel very embarrassed .  anyway ,  you might be right …  we’d have to be  sneaky  about it though ,  since they’re probably really old books that  hopefully  tomas forgot exist .  ❞  at his last comment ,  her eyes became wide just before her voice became quieter ,  ❝  what do you think they used to wear ?  … do you think it was stuff like ,  you know ,  seteth’s clothes ?  ❞

&& — THERE’S THAT WORD AGAIN , CONSPIRACY. it’s one claude really liked to use , flashing a grin at hilda as he leans in to her. “ you know , ” his voice is quiet , glancing around the room before looking back to the girl before him , “ i betcha rhea did it and doesn’t want anyone to find out. ” immediately, he puts his fingers to his lips , winking before continuing. “ i mean , i’m pretty sure her least favorite color is yellow. have you ever seen her wearing yellow or even appreciating the color yellow ?? no , it’s a whole conspiracy. she wanted the alliance to give in to golden because she likes the color gold more than yellow. ” his serious expression fades away just as quickly as it came , immediately starting to laugh at his blasphemous statements - if anyone else had heard , then yeah , he might be screwed but it was just them. it’s always just them , partners in crime.

he moves away from that part of the conversation naturally though , scrunching his nose together. “ you just don’t appreciate the color yellow either , hil. it’s fine , but you gotta admit it. ” he shimmies his shoulders in response , giving her another wink before laughing once again. she brings up a good point though - what house leader didn’t look good in their colors ?? his mind immediately goes to dimitri and edelgard , two people who he knew looked good , but after that , his mind goes blank. “ wait , did holst look good in yellow ?? ” he’d almost assume no - then again , hilda pulls it off so maybe he was lucky. “ actually , finding out which house leaders didn’t look gives us more of a reason to find the old yearbooks. ” and then she brings up another good point - a record for hilda , he notes , clicking his tongue. “ well , fuck , they probably did dress like seteth. do you think they used to do their hair like his , too ?? oof , that’s a travesty. ”

[mortuusdeos]

thirdepics‌:

       —  * . ❛ @mortuusdeos​​ / f & h.

   — IT’S ALWAYS BEEN IN FERDINAND’S BEST INTEREST TO MAINTAIN healthy self-care ; he understands the consequences of over-exerting himself , which would further hinder his performance in the time afterwards. But there are also days where Ferdinand can’t seem to stop ; sometimes going as far as to stay up in the wee hours of the night or use more of his strength than he should. Such is the former in this case ; the bright sun of daylight shines upon the noble’s features , and where he’d normally be as bright as the sunshine above , there’s a noticeable lack in his features. Dark circles underneath this eyes , his lips not in as strong of a curve as normal - it’s evident there’s something amiss.

   When the dark-haired noble comes into view , Ferdinand places what seems to be a coffee pot upon the table. ❝ This is yours , ❞ he states clearly , but there’s a slight rasp in his tone that dare shows truly how tired he actually is. ❝ I apologize ; I used it in the common room last night for some work I was completing - I have already washed the pot & replaced the beans I used. Yet I do not understand how you could indulge in this on such a … regular basis ; I felt as if my world was shaking around me the moment I took a sip. The energy was TOO HIGH & too … artificial. ❞

&& — THERE IS NO TIME for hubert to deal with ferdinand’s . . . shenanigans , as he often liked to refer them , today. in fact , it often feels as if there’s no time for anything , the preparations for the impending plans always weighing heavy over him - it’s for her , it’s in her will , and he’ll do everything to get it done but . . . there is only but so much time. tension has already built within his body , and with what he knew might end up becoming a fight , he felt nothing short of . . . unsteady , to stay the least. regardless , he stays , murmuring a quick , “ thank you , ” as he only halfway listens to what ferdinand is saying - his mind is elsewhere , though it’s not visible on his face , gaze lingering on ferdinand for a moment before looking to his belongs.

his interest is only piqued into the conversation with the mention of ferdinand’s night before , one that did somewhat surprise him. ferdinand ?? drinking coffee ?? well , that’s simply unheard of , but it comes with a catch - the complaining. he grimaces ( yes , grimaces ) towards the pot , clicking his tongue in disdain before shaking his head. “ it’s too . . . artificial ?? ” the bitter laugh that follows is natural , booming throughout the room as he crosses his arms , eyes glazing over ferdinand before he shakes his head. “ you do realize that some of the tea that even you drink has more caffeine than that mere cup of coffee ?? ” tsk , hubert can’t even act surprised. “ it has always been in your nature to overreact to the simplest things such as this , ferdinand. please , do go on. just know your complaints are falling on deaf ears. ” 

[mortuusdeos]

@vonriegan: villager bdsm.

[mortuusdeos]

intcthedawn‌:

                    ANNETTE  REALLY  DOESN’T  know  how  felix  doesn’t  realise  how  their  actions  are  coming  across.  it’s  rare  for  her  to  see  felix  and  sylvain  apart,  so  it’s  only  natural  that  she  would  assume  their  distracted  demeanour  is  due  to  that.  she  can’t  think  of  anything  else,  and  besides,  it  hasn’t  been  that  long  since  she  saw  sylvain,  who  was  also  looking  for  them.  she  genuinely  didn’t  think  the  two  could  get  lost  from  each  other  for  long  (  along  with  the  rest  of  their  childhood  friends,  but  felix  and  sylvain  especially  ),  but  everyone  is  wrong  sometimes,  she  supposes.

                    regardless,  she  doesn’t  believe  for  a  second  that  they  aren’t  looking  for  sylvain,  especially  with  the  way  they  follow  it  up  with  concern  for  what  antics  sylvain  may  be  getting  up  to.  the  two  of  them  aren’t  subtle.  ❝  no,  he’s  not  in  any  trouble.  he  was  looking  for  you,  though.  ❞  she  doesn’t  bother  hiding  the  smile  on  her  face.  ❝  i  can  show  you  where,  if  you  like,  though  i  doubt  he’s  there  anymore,  since  he  was  out  looking  for  you  and  all.  even  if  you  don’t  find  him  soon,  you’ll  find  your  way  back  to  each  other  eventually.  ❞

&& — THEY CAN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO HIDE THE SMILE that dares slip onto their face at the simple mention of sylvain looking for them , the expression being a genuine one that didn’t often stretch across their face , an eye-roll following shortly afterwards ruining the moment. “ of course. he was supposed to train with me. that’s probably why he was looking for me. ” right ?? that seemed likely. or he was going to drag them over to some table full of girls to flirt with them , something of the sorts. he wasn’t looking for them , he was just looking to bother them. or , at least , that was what they’d tell themself despite the slight pang it gave their chest , fond expression dropping completely. oh well.

“ that’s no use. i’m not chasing him around the monastery , he’s the one who ditched. ” except , well , they would chase him around the monastery. in fact , that was indeed what they were planning on doing , but annette didn’t need to know that. “ besides , if he’s not there , then it’s a wasted trip for both of us. ” they soften slightly, crossing their arms as they glance over her for a moment. “ what are you reading ?? ” 

[mortuusdeos]

thirdepics‌:

       —  * . ❛ open / d.

   — * THUNDERCLOUDS LOOM IN THE SKIES ABOVE THE TRAINING GROUNDS , Dimitri’s nose taking in the faint scent of petrichor as he watches dark spots begin multiplying along the dirt & concrete a few feet in front of him. Word of an incoming storm came only a few minutes ago , with the students occupying the area careful to stray far from metal armor & weapons so no unfortunate accidents became possible. And some had resigned to leaving the training grounds entirely - but not Faerghus’ crown prince , instead leaning against a pillar protected by the wooden canopies above , lance between his arms as blue eyes stare forward. There is a CALM he finds in rain & storms , often loosening up feelings of tenseness as he imagines the rain washing the current day’s stresses away. But maybe that’s reading too much into it - maybe he should try less & less to make sense of his feelings and simply go through the motions. That would … make things easier , yes ?? Though , as much as Dimitri wishes he could , it’s much easier said than done. The sound of the rain is a quiet sort of loud - one that he can easily tune out to hear other things but prefers not to. He hears footsteps , and a blonde head tilts to the side as he chides , ❝ I’m debating on staying & waiting it out to see if stops anytime soon - but even if I leave , I don’t suppose the rain will be much better outside , yes ?? ❞ He straightens himself up , a hand running through his already messy hair. ❝ I hope it won’t stick around for TOO long … I was hoping to get in some practice ; maybe it’d help to think a bit more clearly. ❞

&& — THERE’S A CERTAIN SERENITY THAT FELIX HAS ALWAYS FAILED TO FIND IN THE RAIN , dark hues glancing up as the first few drops that fell against their skin , the mild annoyance that had previously resided within their chest bubbling up to what could be only described as bitterness , rolling their eyes as everyone around them seemed to flee. it was pathetic to them , to waste a day because of simple rain. which , maybe , is why they found themself particularly surprised to see dimitri waiting before them - dimitri , of all people. it’s in the split second that their eyes focus on him that they SOFTEN , a tug at their heart as their arms cross , simply listening to him. it’s all they did nowadays , often following up his words with an eyeroll or a groan , but today they don’t. today , they listen , quiet as they take in every word , static noise filling their mind as he finally stops talking , leaving them both alone in the silence once more.

" then go. ” there’s a certain degree of harshness that’s always laced in their words , though it fails to appear on their face , nothing more than a neutral expression taking hold of them as they eye their old friend. “ if you’re even debating on leaving , you shouldn’t be here. we’re not going to have nothing but sunny weather when fighting and if you think that , you’re . . . delusional. ” to the outside eye , it’d seem as if they were going off on him , but truly they were holding back - or , well , at least trying to , tearing their gaze away to walk in front of him.

 normally , the conversation would end there. felix would flee the tense atmosphere before any more damage could be done , but today it’s different. today , they turn around , unsheathing their sword before turning to the man before him , pointing the blade directly at him. a smirk now takes over the grimace they often wear on their face , a raspy ,  “ fight me , ” breaking through the strain of the room. they raise their chin though , glancing over him before lowering their weapon. “ unless you’re simply not for it. if so , then go. ” their words echo once more , putting their sword up as they wipe some of the water away from their face. “ there’s no use just standing in the rain , waiting for something. that’s stupid. ” it’s stupid for multiple reasons , from the fact that he’d get drenched to the other fact that he may get a cold from it. not that they’d care , of course.

[mortuusdeos]

thirdepics‌:

   — * . HIS DORM IS SOMETHING HE’D COMPARE TO THE CHAMBERS OF A MAD SCIENTIST ; cluttered with books , parchment , materials , etc. that show a man is at constant work , and that such work might not be considered less from taboo - especially in the sense that he wishes to do it. He’s only open to Jasper about his plans to try and form reason & faith into one , enough to try and tap into the secrets of dark magic to see if he can reverse them to become light. To try and BEND THE RULES the best he can - and for that reason , he often hides his little workshop whenever he has guests over , or simply keeps it locked with the five different locks he’s tinkered onto his door. Jasper is the only person who can know of these things - Jasper is the only person Cyrus trusts to let into his head , simply put.

   Cyrus’ lips leave the pipe between ink-covered fingers as he works on a sigil to try and combine basic healing & heat magic - Nosferatu is a great spell in a pinch , but it can be amplified with maybe something more. Something that gives it a special oomph. But he puts down his quill and stands , obviously not having left his room at all for the day , bare feet gingerly avoiding his equipment before he undoes the locks , opens the door - smile WIDE when he sees the other. And that smile only falters into more of a smirk as the magician spots the wound. ❝ Y’know , I have like , a MILLION Jas-got-his-ass-kicked hankies here , but you know … have you ever considered maybe it’d be easier if I just healed you instead ?? ❞ He steps aside to let the other enter, kicking the less fragile items under his room to pull out a chair and give him space. And immediately he reaches into a drawer of his desk , pulling out a small , worn rag and immediately dampening it with the pitcher of water at the side. As he does so , brown eyes look towards his friend , and he tilts his head to curiously ask ,  ❝ So like , who exactly you’d get in a scrap with this time ?? And like , they probably ended up with worse shit than you did , right ?? Fuck ‘em up. ❞

&& — THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THIS UNSPOKEN KNOWLEDGE BETWEEN THE TWO that what they see the other do stays between just them. and it’s what jasper immediately thinks as he sees the inky fingers , eyebrow cocking up in an unsaid , i see you , kind of way. “ listen , you could heal me but nah. not for these , these are my war scars. ” he laughs , gently kicking the door closed before opting to lock two of the locks - something he continuously tells cyrus to do as , well , it makes it harder for anyone to come in as they’ll have to guess which one’s actually locked and which one isn’t. “ also , haven’t you heard the rumors that way too much healing from magic is super bad for you ?? i’m not about to fuck up my endurance. besides , what if i like my busted lip ?? makes me look rugged , right ?? ” he winks , plopping down into the chair before crossing his arms.

“ did you seriously ask me if i fucked ‘em up ?? cyrus , please , that’s such an elementary question at this point. ” he laughs , the tension that had built up in his joints slowly washing away as he got more comfortable in his seat. “ i don’t fuckin’ know his name , though. he was just some pompous noble from the kingdom. gave me a funny look so i was like boom , pow , and fucked him up. i think his dad’s gonna be quite disappointed when he realizes the investment he just made in that kid is going nowhere , though. he ain’t got a fight in him. unless he’s like , doing faith or some shit. i don’t know. he could give a punch , though , ” he moves on though , eyes moving from the boy in front of him back to his hands. “ you’ve been working ?? what do you got up your sleeve , brainiac ?? ”

[mortuusdeos]

idleknights‌:

. ✧ . * . ˚   @mortuusdeos​

        IT WASN’T THE FIRST TIME  she’d found herself in this situation ,  and it certainly wouldn’t be the last .  while the majority of the black eagles seemed desperate to leave the classroom by the time the day’s lessons were over ,  amy always stayed inside for a little longer than expected .  staying after class meant being out of her dormitory while not exactly in the sun or  surrounded  by people ,  and so there was no room for complaining .  still ,  though her efforts had borne fruit to an extent ,  there was still one thing she seemed unable  to avoid .  maybe the redhead wasn’t trying hard enough ,  or perhaps she didn’t really want to avoid it …  better yet ,  him .

        ❝  you know ,  ❞  the redhead began after making one last stroke in the pages of her notebook ,  ❝  there are  plenty of seats  in this classroom ,  yet you always seem to pick the same one .  ❞  she pointed out while closing the object ,  crimson gaze  shifting towards the other eagle ,  ❝  the one beside me .  any particular reason ?  if you are looking to my borrow my notes ,  forget it .  i am not known to share .  ❞

&& — GLADION SUPPOSED HE WAS CAUGHT , carefully collecting his books as he avoided her gaze , buying himself some time to stay in her presence while saying goodbye to the last few weeks he’d had in class. truly , it HAD become a habit for him to personally seek out the seat next to amy in the back of the classroom every day , even going as far as waiting to leave until she left , but really , he never expected to get called out for it at all , teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tried to think of an excuse to talk his way out of it.

“ i mean , who’s to say i wasn’t just stealing them from you ?? i could very well just be taking them from you as you write them down so i don’t have to pay attention. ” he laughs , looking over to see her expression and , well , she’s not smiling. or maybe she is and she just smiles weird ?? no , no , she definitely isn’t smiling. . . he thinks at least. immediately , his expression drops and he gives a nonchalant shrug. “ i just sit here because it’s where i sat the first day. nobody else really seems to be moving around , i figured it was like , fine. i’ll just find another seat though , it’s fine. ” of course , he doesn’t want to but he also doesn’t want things to get tense. after all , he considers her an enigma - somebody he wants to get to know better , the mystery around her enough to draw him in completely. he doesn’t wanna screw his chances of knowing more completely.

[mortuusdeos]

tornheavens‌:

          The cathedral was his latest stop on his search for Felix. It wasn’t likely for them to be there, but it certainly didn’t hurt to check again just in case. The feeling of unease that he thought sank into his stomach because he’s simply not used to them not being by his side has grown into worry. Not that he doesn’t trust them to take care of themself, of course, but fears don’t have to be rational, especially when it concerned their safety. 

          The sun is setting by now, and he knows logically that he’ll probably be able to see them in their room if he really wants to - but still. He was about to retrace his steps again when, finally, he sees them, walking towards him. There’s a weight that lifts above his shoulders as he walks over to them too, finally filling up that empty space beside him when they were finally at arm’s reach.

          ❝ Hey,  not  my  fault  you  made  yourself              so hard to look for. Really, Fe, all I did              was turn away from you for one minute !! ❞

          ❝ Anyway, I didn’t skip training on purpose…              not this time, anyway.  You know I hate              spending  time away from you.  Anyway,              if  you really want me to,  it’s not too late              to  go to the training grounds.  Bet there              won’t  be anyone else there at this  time,              too !! ❞

&& — “ THAT’S NO EXCUSE; I ONLY GO TO THE SAME THREE BUILDINGS. i figured you’d know by now that if i’m not with you , i’m at one of those. ” they cross their arms , a smirk finally settling down on their face. “ besides , i only left those areas looking for you. maybe if you didn’t get distracted , we could have had MORE TIME to do shit. ” of course , they can’t stay “ mad ” at him , instead leaning in to bump his shoulder with theirs.

“ ugh , sylv , stop , ” they roll their eyes , their smirk softening into something a little sweeter , a little more genuine. “ we probably shouldn’t though. we stayed up way too late last night sneaking out of the dorms to walk around.  ” which , now that they thought of it , they stayed up late every night. there wasn’t a moment where the two weren’t either in another’s room , talking while the night burned into day or where they weren’t sneaking past seteth’s room to do something around the monastery. that didn’t mean they couldn’t just go to bed early tonight though , right ??

their attention moves though , from him to the sunset that slowly moves away into twilight just beyond the bridge , and for a moment they hesitate , taking it in before looking back at him. “ fuck it. there’s still some light , let’s go. ” and with that , they’re off - always perpetually moving , though now they walk a little slower , tossing a glance back just to make sure he was following.