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` It seems somebody has been caught trying to steal the goddess’ bones from the Holy Mausoleum. `
` Not. Cool. Dudes. `
hey guys whats going on in this thre
“ don’t call me son. ” to dad :}
@valourslain wished for death...
` Felix. `
Spoken like a damnation more than it is a name; an ornery staccato, hitched by some kind of lachrymosity caught in his throat. Rodrigue isn't as deft at cloistering his emotions as the young knight believes himself to be, and perhaps it's the age wearing his guise of nonchalance thin, or perhaps he's always been this soft. His brow harbours the vestiges of exhaustion, the etchings of frustration drawn taut against his mien. Like two snarling wolves, Glenn had once claimed of them, so much barking, but never any bloodshed.
He retracts his hand from his son's shoulder.
` Is this what you wish us to be, then? A pair of warring strangers, confined to a home? ` You are already becoming one to me, he thinks, but stays his bitter, pointed tongue. "Good", the boy would likely quip, though neither of them would believe it, and further the schism would widen. There is already far too much space between them: six feet and a medal's worth, indelible as it is weighted. He hardly knows how to fill it. With empty words? Hot air? Pain seems a sickness for which he begat no cure; the twisting of a knife in an already festering wound. But who boasts the blade, he wonders: he, or his youngest? Perchance they both hoist a hilt, never faltering to scar the other. ` I will not indulge your petulance, Felix. You do not wish to be cast from your house, just as I do not wish to cast you from it. You are a Fraldarius: you very well carry it in your blood. It is not that which you can so readily eschew, nor am I that which may be so simply forsworn. In time, you may come to welcome this. `
I Ain't Talkin Bout The Cat.
Audibly gulps.
SYLVAIN JOSE GAUTIER.
— ✧ ﹤ @nobilitae.﹥
` On the Goddess… ’
` We gonna get you some pussy, bro. ’
` I believe that I am allergic... `
` ...to pussy. `
PAPAAAAAA
` Felix…I would ask you to please lower your voice whilst in the monastery. You are terrifying Flayn. `
` …Along with several of our newest recruits. `
seteth piling 7 hungry children into his minivan with the licence plate ‘FISHLUVR’ and 17 ‘my Sister is an honour roll student <3’ stickers emblazoned upon the bumper, and driving them to Waffle House at 2:30AM ASMR:
` While you were off studying the blade, I was off purchasing innumerable waffles from our local Waffle House. `
` I regret to inform you all, they are now...Sold Out. `
i'm going to personally go to waffle house, order EVERY last waffle IN that house, and eat them all right in front of you, as you watch from the windows in the rain you spiteful little brat. dont ever cross me again.
only if you can make it there before me you wretched old man
@scngstcss ♡’d !
` Forgive my boldness, Dorothea I had no intention of intruding, but I could scarcely help myself. That song you were singing... `
There is something hauntingly familiar about it; like a reverie echoed through a distant corridor, plucking at heartstrings with its painfully nostalgic tune. She had always boasted the voice of an angel ( or perhaps even ascribing the term 'angel' to what she was somehow belied the truth of her inexorable talent ); the Mittlefrank Opera's Mystical Songstress was a treasure to all who had the luxury of beholding her, and hearing her sing again, even whilst confined to the crumbling ruin of a monastery besieged by five years of war, in an unwalked hall, a dwindling balcony --- --- maybe it's poetic in its own irony: the beauty amid the violence.
` I remember attending the opera with my father once, when I was just a boy. It was one of the first times I had ever witnessed such an ornate spectacle; I had been entirely smitten, almost overwhelmed by it all. ` A soft laugh, more to himself than anyone else; reminiscent as it is gentle. ` As I recall, you performed the very same tune then, all those years ago...Why, you dazzled every last patron in the audience! Myself among them, of course. `
It's almost like listening for home. Or rather, a fragment of it; Enbarr's grandeur seems more like a tarnished gemstone now, lost in the embers of a long-since dwindled fire. To speak so cavalierly of the opera is almost cruel, for it is little more than a thing of memories any longer.
` Will you permit me to continue to bask in the radiance that is your voice? I am capable of doing so quietly! Truly! Or ah! That song is meant to be a duet, no? Should you wish for a partner, you needn't look any further! Allow me to demonstrate my mastery of intricate harmonization! `
SO here’s a handful of hc’s with no particular relation to one another.
-- jeralts lowkey that dude from dodgeball who throws a wrench an tells u ‘if u can dodge a wrench u can dodge a ball’. can’t imagine him being as intense as that, maybe, but like...he def gives off a “YOU KIDS HAVE NO UPPER BODY STRENGTH! STREET SMARTS!” vibe. anyway, what im saying here is, he probably gave byleth like a whole lotta firsthand experience and training lol. *drops a hammer by accident, bends over to pick it up* Y-yeahh....STREET SMARTS.
-- this is sort of a bigger one and one tht i wanted to supplement with caps from supports and canon dialogue but i dont really care to atm, but, (i fold my hands together) ferdinand can definitely be interpreted as a person with autism and theres a lot of evidence to support my reasoning. also im partial to believing so bec of personal reasons. but. ANYWAY. take into consideration his difficulty to read social situations and properly respond to them like...every time he talks to his classmates; difficulty interpreting the tone / body language of his classmates and professors; strong affinity and fixation on historic events and recounting them / fixation on minutiae of weapons, weapon development, armour, and independent histories surrounding each of the former (which greatly strays from the ‘noble etiquette’ that the other students r necessarily taught and trained to know; like, its clearly a very big interest for him that goes beyond just ‘having’ to know it as a noble). like i think its easy to mistake a lot of what he says pre-timeskip as his huge ego impeding everything but i don’t think thats entirely a fair read of his character; like yea that plays into some of it, of course, (even tho i think theres reason to question just how big his ego is in the first place. ie., i dont think its that simple, given how insecure he is, but i digress), but licherally in 90% of his supports ppl dont get angry bec hes talking abt things that concern even himself its more like frustration with how he cant entirely ‘read the room’, as it were, lol. and coupled with that! he has a large amount of trouble understanding ‘what’ he does wrong when he annoys people; which, again, yeah you can probably just chalk up to ‘oh he doesnt pay attention to the ppl he talks to bc hes so full of himself’ which isn’t an invalid interpretation of his character but i think that it misses the mark just a little. if anything, i think that ferdinands biggest flaw is that he pushes his own methodology and ways of thinking on others before he comes to understand their side of things (but never fails 2 apologize and try to come from a more empathetic / understanding point of view after the matter...anyway, im getting away from myself lol). like i could go on in greater detail abt the other points ive made but at this point im like...does n e 1 care, is it just me reading this, who thinks this hard about a certified himbo named ferdinand. i really wish i didnt.
-- i have a metric tonne of thoughts about dedue and his family pre-duscur but this post is already getting so long but tl;dr i feel like having been the son of a talented blacksmith, he’d know a lot about the finer things re: weapons and smithing, and see the refinement of them and the artistry in making them but i feel too like that side of smithing is sort of stained for him now. in a lot of ways dedue is a person who values practicality, too, like why would you want a beautiful weapon, a thing of death and instrument of war, it’s almost like it glorifies the tool that kills us; weapons honed in beauty almost belie their meaning, and is that a good thing or a bad thing, or is that simply a thing? i think it’s unfair, though, to solidify so much of his personality in a tragedy that happened. he probably respected his father and admired the skill and discipline that hailed from being a blacksmith, but clearly dedue values artistry more so than such practical vocations. he likes gardening and cooking and art and beautiful things and it’s actually really saddening that he’s classed into this stereotype of ‘gentle-but-stern-faced-giant’ bc its so much more than that. anyway stan talent, stan dedue.
ok fellas my name is cress and this unfortunate mire is a new multimuse featuring characters from fire emblem 3 houses so if ur interested in interacting pls consider reblogging this or liking this post nd ill see what i can do.
lms for a starter at some random point in the future, perhaps a thousand years down the line…..
hewwo fwiends you can still lms for a starter at some point; ill be out most of today but i’ll likely have time in the afternoon to eke out a bit more writing. if there’s a particular muse you wanna go w/ from me, by all means you can reply to this post to specify! the list is here for those unsure of what exactly im offerin these days.....
Holds up his Dedue is doing great sign
thank you brother i am (de)doing my best here.
@valourslain ♡’d !
` You have been taming your blade all evening. `
Felix is already well aware of this. He has witnessed him sharpening his sword countless times, as like a master with so deft a hand --- or perhaps as like a madman, consumed by his craft. More alike the latter, these days, Dedue presumes, though it's hardly a rare sight to behold: embroiled in this bloody business, even the most well-minded of soldiers have begun to crack. Abusing a whetstone well past its expiry is, he supposes, a lesser sin than most.
And maybe he says it as a gentle reminder to wrest him from whatever reverie has claimed his mindfulness, yet it's spoken as a warning, uttered softly; his demeanour, however, ever stalwart, ever stoic. His eyes flicker from the swordsman, then, fixating on the shifting embers of an ebbing campfire. The last of their march before Enbarr.
I am anxious, as well, he thinks to say, though the sentiment dies just as that: a thought. A thousand or more gambits and gambles await them in the Imperial City: too many to squander, too many to speak on, and yet they linger, weighting heavily on the hearts that will soon hoist righteously their lances, boast proudly of their instruments of death. He knows that Felix will not talk of it, and neither does he wish him to. Instead, he grants him a chance of reprieve, if only out of discretion.
` You will wear out its edge soon enough, should you continue. `
eat shit asshole
` Honestly, Felix, I cannot begin to understand where your malcontent towards myself hails from! Why, we've yet to exchange more than three words with one another, and I if I do say so myself ( and I, of course, do ) have been nothing short of civil, if not downright kind, whilst graced with your presence! And thus, your sharp tongue confounds me; perhaps it even saddens me to know that you so ... Ahem, Felix? ... Hello? ... ... ... Ah...! `
` I suppose he left. `
fight me.
nah i’m g
you wanna fuckin go, aegir ?