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second of all, i made an edward blog over at @strikhedoniias, so feel free to follow me there? ive been spending less time on this crap site lately but i missed leonardo a lot so. waves arms! hello! i guess i return;;
(( waves arms about, does a backflip and yells??? im sorry i havent gotten on for so long ive just been in a massive slump and an odd bout of summer depression- Iâll be getting to my remaining drafts and starters asap!
It was rare that they ever saw eachother, rarer still when off-duty- Micaiahâs duties as Queen kept her in Nevassa, mostly at the heart of official matters, while he was over in the more practical areas- Rebuilding buildings, arranging, negotiating, recruiting, lending a helping hand, sifting through paperwork. So, this came as a pleasant surprise- But, truth be told, Leonardo was worried. Very much so, actually- Sheâs been doing so much for the good of the entire country, and he feared that she was running herself ragged. He knew he was on the verge of doing so as well.
âQueen Micaiah.â he began, bowing his head with a small smile, before it falters just as quickly as it had come, replaced by concern. âItâs been a while. Have you been well?â
He gave a nod and allowed the blond to gather his belongings, deciding the sooner the better. He didnât blame the archer for feeling a bit uneasy walking into an army from a land he didnât belong to, but there wasnât much the other boy could do. If he couldnât get home right now, this was the wrong place to be wrapped up in things by himself.
The wait wasnât long, and the others in the army were waiting for Leaf to return with him. Well, Levin seemed to want to confirm he wasnât a danger, but Leaf knew better than almost anyone there who was a danger as their enemy and who wasnât. Looking at the blond made him decide a while ago that he couldnât possibly get wrapped up with the wrong people. With the personality heâd been seeing thus far, the archer would likely have none of it.
âThis is a bit weird, so Iâm sorry about that⌠but I think youâll be okay. My leaderâs adviser seems to want to make sure youâre no threat, but itâs not a problem.He might seem rude, but heâs really just doing the best he can to make sure weâre all safe.â Were things the same way in this personâs land? It was clear enough that he knew how to fight, and he definitely understood what Leaf meant when he said war. He knew what it meant to fight, and something told Leaf heâd been through quite a bit himself.
Actually, that was probably better. If he had been new to the bow, he would have been in trouble if he wasnât sure how to properly defend himself. The things Leaf did and knew now were because of his own harsh childhood, and he well remembered the days he and those around who were around him all his life had no choice but to steal. Stealing and living in hiding⌠In a way, being in this army, out in the open like this, was almost a blessing in comparison.
âI donât think youâll ever really feel free and comfortable, but this is a better alternative to being alone in a land where innocents are even being dragged into messes.â He sighed at the thought, deciding he should at least tell Leonardo. âThe guys weâre fighting, well⌠they round up children ages seven to thirteen and make them servants to a dark god if they meet certain qualifications. They kill the families who resist. So, really, itâs not just like this is a war between two countries or something. Weâre not fighting for land and itâs not a political dispute. We just have no other option. We fight to survive, and to stop those guys from ruining every land they step foot into. If you came across them on your own without knowing what they really were, you probably wouldnât survive⌠Their magic is really strong. But if you coming with us spares you, then Iâm glad for that.â
His current belongings didnât amount to more than a single pack, and while he was glad that there was less to keep track of he was also miffed that he hadnât had the foresight to bring more necessities- Then again, that would have been a greater issue if he hadnât joined Leafâs company, so he decided not to dwell on it too greatly- He should be capable of pulling his own weight in supplies, if it comes down to it. Anything to assist rather than be a burden.
The man questioning him wasnât entirely new, either- The others had every right to be suspicious, and he would have done the same in their situation, albeits not as openly, as well. Sothe, however, was another story entirely. Leonardo simply brushes it off with a nod and understanding, says that he will be fine.
Though, when Leaf spoke of the acts of the Loptyr, the archer felt an abrupt spike of suspicion, before it ebbed away to quiet rage and disbelief- Itâs not as much like the situation back in Daein as he thought, but it doesnât scare him off- It only has the opposite effect on him, and his brows furrowed, jaw clenching at the sheer audacity and cruelty of it all- If the senators had no conscience, then what were these people? What were these people taking children and tearing families apart with the sole purpose of forcing some god upon them?
He couldnât fathom how a single god could cause so much chaos, how a single sect could gain so much traction and power over several countries, if he was understanding this correctly. It was ludicrous. Maddening, even. To the point it was difficult to even believe this was real.
âMonsters.â he muttered under his breath, hands clenching into fists. Then he realised what exactly he was doing, and the tension in his shoulders dissipated, apologetically, almost. But the disbelief, the anger remained.Â
âIs- Is this true? How could this- What manner of dark magic- Why would they do such a thing?â
Free time, while not rare, was still a blessing of sorts, granting him reprieve from paperwork, patrols and training for a short while- And there was almost always no question in his mind as to what he should do during said time. That day heâd opted to visit the local library- He heard that it had a sizable section of play scripts, and he had to admit that he was intrigued.
The library was silent, thankfully, just the way they normally should be, and Leonardo took a deep breath, the familiar smell of worn pages and leather covers returning to the forefront of his memory, comforting and nostalgic at the same time. The archer smiled, somewhat, before looking around- This particular one was foreign to him, quite unlike the one in Nevassa.
However, before he had the chance to start the attempt of navigating his way through the rows of bookshelves, he spotted a familiar figure not too far off- The blond had to squint for a moment before recognising the other.
What was the Greil Mercenariesâ tactician doing in a Daein border town?
A mixture of curiousity and duty spurring him onwards, Leonardo approached the mage, hesitant. There wasnât even any guarantee that the other would remember him, but the doubt wasnât enough to stop him, at least, for now.
âSoren, wasnât it? May I ask if you have any business here?â
Hey, I have a really nice surprise.
Tibarn is nearly ready to go, so Iâll be releasing this blog to the public. Have at it, u vultures. i know youâve been waiting for him. Reblog it if you wanna to spread the word.
Just remember to look here and here for whatever you need, thanks!
   A lady of honor and pride, a lady of maternal love and an undying will. She is a lover and a fighter, she is the warmth of a motherâs protection. Fiery red hair in the winds upon the back of a valiant beast. She will risk her life till the very end, (I must TRAIN everyday, my skills must NOT become rusty. If I were to let go, ALL WHO I FIGHT FOR WILL TOO.) Do not push her around, YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE, you will not see the DAYLIGHT, you will never feel the LIGHTâS WARMTH again.
            She is the Vice-Commander of the GREIL MERCENARIES.
              AND SHE WILL NOT BACK DOWN.
One soldier attended to his leg while the other advanced, he had made a very unfortunate mistake of underestimating who was before him. He marched professionally, with shield before him and spear held firmly in hand. A solider by trade no doubt, Petrine hated him all the more for it.
He jabbed the weapon forward with a firm and accurate thrust but found himself surprised when the edge of his âvictimâsâ blade caught his weapon and then batted it aside with relative ease. The two were a world apart in skill. She followed up with a quick step, stomping upon his foot and then driving the end of her handle past his shield. The quick, forceful motion broke his guard and left him entirely exposed.
âHow?!â
There was no mercy or humor to answer him as she cut him down with a fluid and quick motion of her blade. Sudden surprise turned into a scream which turned into silence. The Begnion soldier toppled to the ground while his ally looked upon pale and concerned. There was a dull throbbing in Petrineâs back, it was always there now. During the Mad Kingâs War, even without her proper equipment she could have brute forced her way through that defense with ease. But now she was not so sure.
âAre we having fun yet?â He hadnât time to move before she split his helm and left him dead in the alley.
âTheyâll be upon us soon.â Petrine took the time to clean her weapon of filthy Begnion blood with a dirty rag she kept upon hand. âAs much as I would enjoy killing the lot of them, I would prefer to avoid a skirmish. You might get hurt.â
Leonardo was suddenly very, very glad she was his temporary ally and not an enemy- Her skill was visible to even the most untrained of eyes, the most inexperienced of spectators, and his respect, as well a his fear of her grew ever more. Blue eyes fixated on the two dead men for a few moments, before he could no longer bear the sight and he averted his eyes, turning back to look at Diana. A veteran, for sure. She hadnât been lying when she spoke of her experience.
He felt like a toddler in comparision.
âI... Yes. Th- thank you.â The boy managed, anyways, looking down and away again, back in the direction of where their hideout- and hopefully, the rest of the brigade was. âItâs this way- We- We could either take a direct route- It takes less time, but weâre more likely to get caught, due to the routes, they might be more patrolled- Or we can take a slight detour.â
Another grimace at the thought of getting caught again, and his stomach did a little flip as the scent of blood carried from the once-soldiers across the small stretch to himeself. What he did know was that she was right, they canât afford to linger here for too long, especially with the soldier that had gone off to seek for reinforcements- and the archer personally didnât want to stay here with the dead, anyways.
The sound of armor clanking and Begnion troops shouting not too far away didnât help- Heâd wasted too much time already. His gut told him to move- And also to stop for a second and vomit, but he ignored the latter impulse. It wouldnât be of any use to lose his lunch now.
Fighting off the fear that threatened to pin his feet againt the pavement beneath them, he didnât wait for her judgement and slipped into another alley, simply for the sake of moving, getting away from here and the corpses with their wide, glassy eyes. Regardless of their decision, this path was a good way to get the soldiers off their tails for the time being.
&&. ( ALRIGHT, letâs talk about GENDER ROLES FOR MUSES. )
( i know. this conversation is a long, winding one that can go on for hours. but what the ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY needs to understand is that ROLEPLAYING is a way to explore writing and especially to explore YOUR MUSE, and you should NOT let real-world society DICTATE what you CAN AND CANâT DO WITH YOUR MUSE.Â
in this case, iâm talking about GENDER ROLES IN OUR SOCIETY. because, big surprise, itâs still a huge part of ours. but that does NOT mean you need to conform to it. for all of our lives, weâve been taught that DRESSES are FEMININE. that LONG HAIR is FEMININE. that MAKE-UP and LONG LASHES are FEMININE. weâve been taught that SUITS are MASCULINE. that PHYSICAL STRENGTH is MASCULINE. of course, weâre now questioning things and changing it, and thatâs great, but thereâs always going to be that lingering feeling of âthatâs DIFFERENT.â thatâs âWEIRD.â itâs âNOT NORMAL.âÂ
get rid of that lingering feeling. STOP being so SCARED of breaking gender roles with your muses. who decided to slap a gender on hair length? on pieces of cloth? on physical appearance? sounds really DUMB when you step back and look at it, doesnât it? then CHANGE IT. donât be afraid to BREAK OUT OF THESE ROLES THAT SOCIETY PUTS ON PEOPLE. the moment you backspace that headcanon, that au idea, that ask answer, just because you didnât want your male muse to be seen as âWEAK,â as âFEMININE,â or âGIRLY,â youâre being restricted by those roles that society has placed on us.Â
if your female muse is going to kick ass and take names? DESCRIBE IT. sheâs strong as a bull and doesnât have time to play games? sheâs got the world at her feet and all the power in her hands? DESCRIBE IT. if she likes her hair to be short and our of her face, if she doesnât like skirts or dresses and if she loves a good fight? DESCRIBE IT.Â
DONâT. BE. AFRAID.Â
if your male muse is gorgeous? he has beautiful eyes that are outlined by long, fluttering eyelashes and soft, fragile skin? DESCRIBE IT. heâs not afraid to cry and show his feelings? he moves with all the grace and beauty of a ballet dancer and his voice is sweet and soft? DESCRIBE IT. he feels comfortable in dresses and skirts, he loves to feel like heâs pretty, like heâs beautiful, and he wants to style his long hair in any way his heart desires? DESCRIBE IT.Â
DONâT. BE. AFRAID.Â
IT DOESNâT MAKE HERÂ âMASCULINEâ !! IT DOESNâT MAKE HIMÂ âFEMININEâ !!Â
FOR FUCKâS SAKE, IT MAKES THEM HUMAN !!
i donât care if your muse is MALE, FEMALE, NON-CONFORMING, or A FUCKING ALLIGATOR WITH BRIGHT PINK SPOTS. if sheâs strong and doesnât fuck around? YOU SAY THAT SHEâS AMAZING. if heâs dazzling and delicate? YOU SAY THAT HEâS BEAUTIFUL. if theyâre feeling in the mood to absolutely destroy those damn gender roles? DO IT! DONâT BE AFRAID! since when should GENDER be a factor in defining YOUR MUSEâS PREFERENCES AND INTERESTS?Â
NOBODY IS GOING TO CALL YOU OUT FOR HAVING A STRONG, BEAUTIFUL, BOLD MUSE WHO DOES NOT FIT INTO SOCIETYâS DUMB FUCKING GENDER ROLES. and if they do? then DONâT LET THEM STOP YOU. who are they to try and restrict your writing? to try and limit your imagination and your creativity to what society expects of you? people are afraid of change. you donât have to be one of those people. this is a WONDERFUL COMMUNITY with ENDLESS OPPORTUNITY to explore things that are âTABOOâ or âUNACCEPTEDâ in real life at this time. use it. cherish this time, because youâre going to learn SO MUCH by pushing the boundaries of whatâs âNORMALâ or not. some day, when our ridiculously SLOW society changes and adapts to these new beliefs, YOUâLL BE THERE. and youâll be PROUD THAT YOU PUSHED FOR CHANGE.Â
so PLEASE. if you take ANYTHING from this post, let it be that YOUR MUSE SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO FOLLOW OUR SOCIETYâS EXPECTATIONS. you should never let something as feeble and ridiculous as âGENDER ROLESâ stop you from writing your muse to your fullest extent, from pouring your heart and soul into what you believe your museâs beliefs, interests, and preferences are.Â
HAVE FUN WRITING YOUR MUSE. POUR YOUR HEART AND SOUL INTO WRITING YOUR MUSE. AND NEVER, EVER LET SOCIETYâS BELIEFS OR STANDARDS STOP YOU FROM DOING SO. )Â
So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse).
The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 12 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)
Tagged by - @princeoflenster, 5000 years ago, oops,,
PLEASE COPY AND REPOST.
1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD?
âHope. The knowledge that it is still there is why I still stand here today.â
2. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE WORD?
âFailure. I- I had already done enough wrong to fear it as is during my upbringing, but the war- The war- There, failure meant death, be it yourself or your comrades. I... I could not afford that.â
3. WHAT TURNS YOU ON?
Leonardo frowns. âPass.â
4. WHAT TURNS YOU OFF?
âTaking pleasure in the suffering of others.â
5. WHAT SOUND DO YOU LOVE?
âThe sound of the page of a book turning, or the crinkling of parchment, or perhaps the sound of pen on paper- It reminds me of my fatherâs study and my brother poring over his history homework. And reading.â
6. WHAT SOUND DO YOU HATE?
âThe sound of armored footsteps on stone floors, especially if indoors, and even more so if they echo- Iâd rather not speak of it.â
7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD?
âIâm rather fond of âassâ, as in the animal, but I would rather not swear any more heavily than that.â
8. WHAT PROFESSION OTHER THAN YOURS WOULD YOU LIKE TO ATTEMPT?
âIâd like... Iâd like to work in a bookstore sometime. Unbefitting of a noble or a general, but... I suppose having less authority and a set schedule would be rather nice.â
9. WHAT PROFESSION WOULD YOU NOT LIKE TO DO?
âDrink server at an inn. I am... Not good at speaking with drunk people.â
10. IF HEAVEN EXISTS, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR GOD(S) SAY WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT THE PEARLY GATES?
âThat I have been of sufficient use. That Iâve done enough. That I havenât been a disappointment.â
Bonus Questions
1. SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DONâT KNOW ABOUT YOU?
âI greatly enjoy climbing trees- A skill that my brother taught me, really. It was initially for extra leverage, but now... Well, it was more fun after a while than I had expected.â
âI did, however, break my arm once. The scolding I got afterwards was not pleasant.â
2. SEXUAL PREFERENCE?
âI... Have no particular preference. Someone who Iâve already been close to, I assume.â
3. WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN?
âI tend to curl up underneath the blankets to preserve warmth.â
4. WHAT IF SOMEONE TOLD YOUâŚYOU HAD TO LOSE, JUST THIS ONE TIME?
âNo. No no no. I cannot afford that. I could lose so much more as a result.â
5. GREATEST FEAR?
â... As already mentioned, failure, but I suppose also the consequences- Loss of those close to me, or abandonment, or- Or death.â
6. IF YOU COULD LEAVE ONE THING TO BE REMEMBERED BY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
âThat I have been a positive influence, that I had been of assistance in the rebuilding of Daein. I do not want to go into history solely because I was a noblemanâs son or a general.â
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