little king .

𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.

[regancrested]

 we can't blaze ahead if we let the status quo confide us 

private & selective claude von riegan from fire emblem three houses / three hopes as written by pandora.       est 26 / 06 / 2019,    rebooted 25 / 07 / 2022    promo credit: paletterph

[regancrested]

blufayth​

“ so i’m guessing this is where we part ways huh, ” their enemies have been defeated and so their alliance has come to end. a silence lingers along with the question of if he will ever see dimitri again. but he does not ask and instead he settles for a smile and an extended hand. however before sailing off he calls the other’s name once more.“ if you ever find yourself near the border of almyra do drop by for a visit, i’ll be sure to host a grand feast at the palace in your name. ’‘ @regancrested​

doubtlessly, claude makes a remarkable comrade and a BETTER friend. the mere sight of claude on his ship, ready to set off far away from fodlan, from him was a pointed dagger at his heart that he no longer dared deny. memories of their shared time as students flooded his mind, from the day they met, from the nights they accidentally spent .. and the evening they danced him far away from the TROUBLES of their lands. sleeping by claude’s side, it seemed as though nightmares never quite reach him as they usually could. there’s little telltale signs on dimitri’s ever NEUTRAL expression regarding the thoughts running his mind at the prospect of this departure. he’s a SENTIMENTAL fool to a fault .. but perhaps it was because he’s grown used to saying goodbyes for the LAST time. his heart tightens at that admission, and his throat is set on fire at any words that dared crawled out of his ribcage. this need not be a sorrowful goodbye, not if he does not make it so. briefly, he closes his good eye to shield himself from such a DESPONDENT sight, a little pent up breath tucked away in his chest now blew past his lips. he’s never the clingy sort  — on the contrary, he’s accustomed to letting go .. all of the GOOD things in his life and the man that he became now never stopped paying the price for it. 

if he were to say he wanted claude to stay, would claude hate him ? if he were to take claude’s hand and promise to be his home, would claude forgive him ?

all he knows is that fodlan will not be the same without him. dimitri would not be the same without him. perhaps it was SELFISH of him to even entertaining the thought of taking claude away from almyra .. but therein still lines the BEASTLY side of him .. that is tired of losing everything. and at this moment .. claude was his EVERYTHING.

staring down at claude’s extended hand, and then back up at the ever cloudy smile upon claude’s face .. he then takes claude’s hand into his own, very LIGHTLY tighten it in a gentle squeeze. there’s no telling where the source of his following AUDACITY came from, perhaps the sea breeze has BEATEN out the courtesy out of him, take apart every shred of humility and wariness that he worn over the years to GHOST past the ones he loved.

in an instant, he draws back his arm, his hand still holding onto claude’s own .. and tugs the prince of golden deer off the ship and effortlessly catching him by the waist before any unfortunate accidents happened. all eyes were on them now .. both their friends ( or stalkers of their COMPLICATED relationship for good few years now ) watching with bated breaths. and despite their audience, dimitri’s expression remains indomitable still.

❛ if i were to express my desire in your presence by my side, will you indulge my selfishness ?  ❜ dimitri asks, his voice somber as the prospects of parting ways, but a silver of hopeful at the happier alternative. his gaze drifted over claude’s every feature, from his forestry eyes where light freely peaked through the boughs  — down to his lips where all his SECRETS were kept behind his beguiling smiles. every little things that he loved and yearned to know more.

❛ if were to say .. the place we belong is where we can freely hold each other this close, will you offer me a chance to prove it ? ❜

 the  dreaded  day  he  knew  that  had  been  coming.  he  knew  that  this    —  whatever  this  is,  could  not  last.  for  days  now,  nay,  months  he  had  told  himself  that  there  was  no  other  way.  how  often  he  kept  repeating  the  same  thing  over  and  over  in  the  hopes  of  eventually  believing  it  himself.  but  the  truth  remains:  he  never  really  did  believe  it.  

 at  times  he  had  wished  he  never  received  that  letter  that  day.  a  letter  from  his  parents,  from  his  father.  [  ‘  come  home,  khalid.  ‘  ]  

 home  at  that  point  sounded  so  foreign.  like  he  wasn’t  entirely  sure  where  home  was  supposed  to  be.  was  it  here  in  almyra,  perhaps  in  fodlan  or  somewhere  far  away?  he  didn’t  dare  to  entertain  the  thought  that  perhaps  home  is  in  the  arms  of  his  pseudo-lover.  during  those  times  something  had  blossomed  between  the  two  of  them.  deep  down,  claude  knew  what  it  was  yet  never  dared  to  give  it  a  name.  afraid  that  someday  it  may  end,  by  someone  else’s  hand  if  not  his  own.  

 when  he  had  extended  a  hand,  a  final  goodbye  to  dimitri,  he  had  taken  a  deep  breath  and  prayed  to  every  god  willing  to  listen  that  his  facade  would  work  one  last  time.  even  now  he  isn’t  entirely  sure  if  the  blond  had  seen  through  it.  perhaps  one  day  claude  would  be  happy  he  did.     ❝      —  what.      ❞     but  before  he  can  say  anything  else  he  finds  himself  being  pulled  closer  till  their  bodies  collide.     ❝      just  what  are  you  —      ❞

 green  eyne  widen  at  the  sudden  declaration  of  selfishness.  had  dimitri,  he,  who  never  once  declared  his  true  desires  really  admit  that  he  wishes  for  claude  to  remain  by  his  side?  for  a  moment,  it  feels  as  if  time  is  standing  still.  he  supposes  he  should  feel  grateful  that  dimitri’s  tall  figure  obstructs  the  view.  that  people  are  incapable  of  seeing  his  face  :  and  what  a  marvel  to  behold  that  would  be.

     ❝      do  you  really  believe  such  place  exist  ...  ?      ❞     truth  was,  claude  never  had  believed  in  such  place.  if  he  wanted  a  place  to  accept  them  he  must  create  it  with  his  own  two  hands.  the  dreamer  had  stopped  dreaming  when  he  had  decided  to  go  back  to  almyra  only  to  be  promised  another  chance.  a  leap  of  faith  ;  but  he  is  not  certain  he  could  do  it.  

 but  he  believes  in  dimitri,  just  as  dimitri  had  once  believed  in  him.  yet  it  does  not  stop  him  from  swallowing  harshly  as  he  finally  looks  up  to  the  blue  hue  staring  at  him.     ❝      i  love  you,      ❞     and  yet,  there  is  a  but.     ❝      but  what  of  my  dreams  ?      ❞     the  world  he  has  envisioned.  the  one  he  knows  he  can  create.  funny  how  reshaping  the  world  seemed  less  of  a  challenge  right  now  than  placing  his  trust  in  the  one  that  he  loves  most.     ❝      am  i  just  supposed  to  discard  them  ?      ❞     not  even  the  first  admittance  of  his  feelings  towards  the  blond  could  take  that  doubt  away.

[regancrested]

fellstcr​

⚔️ //  his  curiosity  was  insatiable  as  ever.  and  ,  like  it  seemed  he  was  SKILLED  at  doing  ,  claude  managed  to  pin  her  beneath  a  rock  and  a  hard  place  merely  with  the  magnitude  of  his  well  aimed  questions.  the  weight  of  it  was  CRUSHING.  for  she  had  never  been  ASKED  to  be  more  than  a  shadow  ,  before.  she  understood  ,  in  the  very  least  ,  their  shared  DISTASTE  for  senseless  killing.  but  … the  needless  bloodshed  … .  “it  would  be  ill  advised  to  dwell  on  it.”  she  said  quietly  ,  from  beneath  the  new  weight.

           but  as  soon  as  byleth  looked  up  ,  claude’s  question  was  posed.  somehow  ,  she  couldn’t  shake  the  fleeting  suspicion  that  perhaps  he  had  been  waiting  to  ask  it  the  whole  time.  and  with  her  answer  so  ready  —  and  so  straightforward  —  byleth  could  not  quite  fathom  why  it  was  that  something  in  her  chest  TWISTED  and  squirmed  uncomfortably  in  the  base  of  her  chest.  like  scanning  a  room  ,  expecting  a  trap.

           “i  was  never  the  one  who  brokered  our  deals,”  she  answered  truthfully,  “jeralt  was  our  captain  ,  so  our  clients  mostly  spoke  with  him.”  he  would  ,  on  occasion  ,  speak  with  the  rest  of  the  band  when  it  was  a  hefty  sum  or  a  matter  of  DEBATE  but  …   “on  rare  occasions  members  were  allowed  to  SIT  OUT.  but  at  the  end  of  the  day  ,  that  is  one  day  with  less  coin  in  pocket  ,  and  that  would  be  their  choice.  when  you  fight  and  kill  to  SURVIVE  ,  then  WORK  IS  WORK.  we  weren’t  paid  to  have  an  opinion.”  and  …  before  joining  the  ranks  of  the  church  of  seiros  ,  intended  or  no  ,  she  had  never  sided  with  a  single  faction  wholly.  certainly  not  for  nearly  as  long.  allegiances  came  and  went  as  swiftly  as  the  spring  breeze  ,  in  days  passed.  and  with  just  as  much  thought.

 he  imagined  that  would  be  the  case.  after  all  it  is  common  for  the  leader  of  the  group  to  make  the  decisions  and  let  the  others  follow.  it  is  a  different  world  out  there  :  a  lot  different  than  the  life  between  these  walls  of  the  monastery.     ❝      i  suppose  that  is  fair.      ❞     it’s  a  world  of  survival.  a  world  he  understands  all  too  well  even  though  their  experiences  aren’t  entirely  one  on  one.  now  one  could  inquire  further  whether  they’d  still  make  the  same  choices  as  they  did  back  then  but  he  guesses  he  shouldn’t  push  his  luck  all  too  much.  

     ❝      that  was  a  very  different  life  than  the  one  here.      ❞     resting  his  hand  on  his  hip  he  adds,     ❝      i  imagine  it  must  pale  in  comparison  to  the  quiet  life  at  the  monastery.      ❞     the  statement  is  followed  by  a  laugh.     ❝      so  i  guess  it  is  up  to  me  to  make  things  more  interesting.      ❞     oh  and  the  things  he  would  do.  not  that  any  of  that  would  happen  because  lorenz  would  stop  him  before  he  got  even  one  word  out.  

 now  that  he  is  thinking  about  it,     ❝      speaking  of  more  interesting  things    —    have  you  found  the  true  meaning  of  that  note  yet  ?      ❞     there  is  no  way  anyone  would  write  a  detailed  assassination  plot  on  a  note  so  easy  to  be  found.  there  has  to  be  another  game  here,  but  what  exactly  he  does  not  know  yet.  though  he  certain  has  a  hunch  what  it  could  be.     ❝      the  patrols  at  night  have  increased  a  lot.      ❞     something  he  only  knows  because  he  has  in  fact,  a  terrible  sleeping  schedule.  

[regancrested]

@blufayth​ asked:  kisses the back of claude's neck while they are still in bed.

 the  luxury  of  a  peaceful  morning  is  not  something  that  is  often  granted.  by  now  he  would  usually  find  himself  up  and  about  and  usually,  not  by  choice.  he  never  really  complained  about  it  save  from  the  moments  where  he  mutter  something  not  having  slept  well.  now  he  (in)voluntarily  finds  himself  being  locked  in  two  strong  arms.  claude  does  not  have  it  in  him  to  awaken  dimitri  from  his  slumber  (  though  even  if  he  were  to  try  he  would  not  be  able  to  get  out  of  dimitri’s  grasp  ).    

 surrendering  himself  to  his  fate  he  had  managed  to  roll  around  so  he  would  be  resting  on  his  side,  his  back  facing  the  blond.  there  is  something  about  this  tranquil  moment  that  gets  him  to  think.  how  safe  this  feels  in  more  ways  than  one.  here  he  is  no  leader  of  the  alliance  or  future  king.  here  he  is  just  claude.  it  is  perhaps  some  silly  thinking,  but  he  always  imagined  these  type  of  things  to  be  unreachable  for  him.  that  he  too  could  have  this.  

 a  hand  is  placed  on  top  of  dimitri’s  as  a  smile  tugs  at  the  corner  of  his  lips  before  they  part  as  his  neck  is  being  attacked.  he  squirms  as  the  blond  is  merciless  in  his  attack  :  but  you  certainly  will  not  hear  him  complaining.     ❝      well  good  morning  to  you  too.      ❞     he  says  whilst  finally  managing  to  break  free.  now  facing  his  lover.  

     ❝      since  when  have  you  become  some  cheeky,  attacking  me  when  i  am  all  defenseless ?      ❞     the  archer  teases  as  he  places  both  hands  on  their  cheek,  holding  his  face  still  while  throwing  one  leg  over  the  other’s  to  keep  him  there.     ❝      i  suppose  i  should  get  some  revenge  ...  i  cannot  let  have  you  all  of  the  fun.      ❞     a  promise  as  he  begins  to  pepper  the  other’s  face  with  kisses.  

surely  whatever  they  still  needed  to  do  that  day  could  wait.  

[regancrested]

claude muse is returning to me so, hey?

[fellstcr]

Send me a url and I’ll answer the following / anon​ / ACCEPTING!

Opinion on; @regancrested​ !

  Character in general: CLAUUUUUDE !!! the man !!! the myth !!! the legend !!! he was my second route and i adored every second of it tbh…. he’s ??? such a neat lord ??? in general ???? i love how clever he is about going through the events of verdant wind and how his relationships with the golden deer develop into something that’s genuine and friendly over time. he deserves it !!!!      How they play them:   we’ve only done one thread with your claude and my byleth but i immediately fell in love tbh????? his voice is very clear and combined w/ the stellar writing style it’s been a pleasure !!! and i find it already so, so neat to see where your claude and my byleth mesh with each other in their own unique way. i would love to continue to explore it !!! :D   The Mun: 
when i found out you were a mun who had a muse in isola too i may or may not have lost my mind hahah !! we haven’t talked OOC outside of the tags but i would love to do so !!! not just for claude but for your isola muse as well! you seem super neat and i’m always open to new friends. uvu

Do I:

  RP with them:  yes!    Want to RP with them: i would love to continue to, yes!

What is my;

 Overall Opinion:

[sleepinglionhearts]

Oh, it’s gonna be the way you always thought it would be

but it’s gonna be no illusion

Oh, it’s gonna be the way you always dreamt about it

but it’s gonna be really happenin’ to ya

[regancrested]

txnichtgut​

sylvain wasn’t exactly into singing his heart out. he sounded like someone stepped on a grumpy cat. what use was it to sound like a broken record? yet he’d always get called out of just mouthing the words. so he just skipped the entire goddamn thing. he may be a believer of the goddess but did any of those deities ever come to him? he didn’t mean to question them, but he… he was born out of necessity, treated like a useless heir just because he inhabited this crest. this system could be… a burden, right?

he was leaning against a tree in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a voice. he dared to look up, spotting the golden deer leader. wonderful, he had been found out… wait, then… the red head turned towards the guard that spotted them and he was about to get up and leave for the church until claude somehow managed to get both of them out of trouble. that boy was sneaky as hell. sylvain had quite a bit of respect for such quick thinking.

“thank you,” he said to the guard before sylvain got a move on. “you’re really a smart one. cunning, too. my respect.” he stopped around the corner. “now, you wouldn’t be so daring to take a horse and take a ride through the next forest, would you, claude van riegan?” sylvain grinned a little, turning back to the skipper. “you don’t enjoy singing either, do you?”

     ❝      well  you  have  to  get  creative  if  you  want  to  make  things  happen  around  here.      ❞     though  then  again,  is  that  not  what  the  golden  deer  house  is  known  for?  whilst  it  is  true  that  claude  spends  a  lot  of  time  studying  and  reading  up  on  the  history  of  fodlan,  he  along  with  hilda  do  have  the  tendency  to  skip  classes  from  time  to  time.  though  he’d  argue  that  hilda  is  worse  than  him.  

     ❝      is  that  a  challenge  ?      ❞     he  questions,  brief  laughter  spilling  from  his  lips  but  not  loud  enough  to  draw  attention  to  themselves.  now  he  is  certain  he  could  make  it  happen  and  dare  he  say  he  is  almost  tempted  to  do  so,  but  he  best  not  test  his  luck.     ❝       oh  i  wouldn’t  say  that,  nothing  beats  singing  together  while  sitting  by  the  fire  and  celebrating.      ❞     he  doesn’t  have  too  many  fond  memories  of  that  time,  but  those  were  definitely  one  of  them.     ❝      but  these  kind  of  things?  if  this  makes  me  less  of  a  believer  i  guess  i’ll  have  to  take  it  up  with  the  goddess  herself.  though  between  you  and  me,  i  don’t  think  she’ll  appreciate  these  6  am  choir  songs  either    —  what  if  she  wanted  to  sleep  in  ?      ❞      

[regancrested]

mercyburned​

            She jumped a little when she realized that not only was there someone walking ahead of her towards the stairs,  but that that someone was turning around and speaking.  Directly…. to her.  Oh,  she realized after a moment,   it was just Claude.  Her shoulders relaxed.  He wouldn’t rat her out.  Especially since he was wandering around just like she was. 

“Actually,  I was sleeping fine until I woke up and remembered that I left something in the dining hall,”  Hilda responded.  She held up a decorative little purse full of crafting supplies that must have fallen out of her bookbag without her notice earlier.  Thankfully no one had nicked it,  though Hilda suspected that all she’d have to do if someone had taken it was tell her brother,  and Holst would have made sure it was returned.  So,  you know,  no worries.

“Aaaanyway…”  not one to draw attention to her own flaws or mistakes for very long,  Hilda did what she did best and changed the subject.  “Since we’re both up and sneaking around…   I know we’re like,  right here at the stairs,  but there were definitely some treats left out in the dining hall and it would be a real shame for them go to waste.  I mean,  they’d just get thrown out in the morning,  riiiiight?“

     ❝      if it woke you up it must have been important .      ❞

gaze looks at the decorative purse. he recalls seeing her wander around the academy grounds with it more often lately. he assumed more people had shown interest in it. though house leader would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested as well. after all, the creations he had seen so far were definitely worth a lot of praise. if only she would put that much of time and effort into other things. 

     ❝      i like the way you think .      ❞     claude says as a smile surfaces. it would be a waste indeed and the fact his stomach is grumbling a little bit is completely irrelevant.     ❝      and i just happen to know where they put it .      ❞     because once again he totally hasn’t stumbled upon it by ‘accident’ when he was sneaking towards the library at night reading books that are totally not forbidden.     ❝      let’s go, one of the guards should get here soon .      ❞     and the last thing they want is to be caught and having to explain to seteth what they were doing outside at this hour. he had to do it once before and he certainly wasn’t planning on doing so again. 

[regancrested]

gamenu​

          Oh of course Nicole knows she spoiled his wyvern rotten. Still one of the goodest of girls she’s ever known, however. Even as she tries to get at the treats in Claude’s hand again, it avoiding her gaze from Claude’s is all she could do to stop herself from laughing.

         “Hmm…well…she gave me tha mos’ adorable smiles. No’ ta mention she gave me a tonna affection. Little nudges an’ she even did a somersault! Jus’ tha mos’ proud o’ her, ya know?” In short, the wyvern basically just begged for treats and Nicole folded like wet paper for her. How could Claude blame her though?! Nicole was a sucker and couldn’t help it. At his apology, she simply waved him off. In truth, she didn’t care. It was the same song and dance with these meetings, and the true surprise would have been if he got let out early. “‘s all good, man. I know how ta keep occupied durin’ yer meetin’s.”

          Questions of home brought a shrug from her. “Prince Leon was really vague in his last letter. Bu’…knowin’ him, he did tha’ on purpose. Either suspectin’ someone else coulda read i’, ‘er tryna keep me calm an’ no’ tryna rush back. Bu’ in shor’ he said ta stay put. So I’m in yer hair a bi’ longer. Bu’ on tha’ basis alone regardless o’ tha reason, he’s essentially tellin’ me i’s no’ safe.”

     ❝      you   really  fell  for  it  that  easily  huh.      ❞

 wyvern  has  for  a  while  now,  been  avoiding  his  gaze,  knowing  just  how  guilty  they  are.     ❝      it’s  going  to  take  some  time  to  un  -  learn  her  that.      ❞     though  she  has  always  proved  to  be  a  stubborn  one,  even  as  a  new  born.  perhaps  he  only  got  himself  to  blame  for  it  though,  after  all  he  was  the  one  who  had  enabled  her  in  the  first  place.  she  was  the  only  friend  he  had  there.  

yet  at  mention  of  the  other’s  situation  his  expression  fell  briefly.     ❝      are  you  really  sure  you  do  not  want  to  go  back  ?      ❞     now  he  is  certain  that  it  is  most  likely  not  safe  there  either  if  that  prince  has  put  so  much  effort  in  concealing  his  letters,  however.     ❝      i  could  arrange  safe  passage  if  you’d  like  —      ❞     there  is  a  pause  that  follows.  clearly,  he  has  thought  of  it  before.     ❝      it  probably  won’t  take  long  before  the  empire  invades,  it  won’t  be  safe  here  much  longer.      ❞     and  i  won’t  be  able  to  keep  you  safe.  

[regancrested]

divergentpaths​

“I have a question for you, Claude. Your Crest should have been enough to designate you as the legitimate heir to House Riegan, and yet some still treat you with distrust. Why is that? Does the Alliance simply place lesser value on Crests than the Empire and Kingdom do?” // @regancrested​!

     ❝      you  would  think  that  to  be  the  case,  but  a  crest  isn’t  necessarily  required  to  become  the  heir  of  a  house.  though  the  church  has  a  place  in  the  alliance  it’s  less  prominent  than  it  is  in  the  empire  or  kingdom.  that  said  those  who  complain  the  loudest  are  probably  the  ones  who  wanted  to  lead  the  alliance  themselves.  it  just  means  i  have  to  proof  myself  more  that  i  can  lead  the  alliance  to  a  better  future.      ❞

[regancrested]

@forfodlan​ asked:  shelter: protect them.

 in  an  act  of  self-preservation  claude  would  always  find  himself  making  a  tactical  retreat.  from  day  one  he  had  always  been  left  to  fend  for  himself  with  no  one  out  there  to  protect  him  from  harm.  ‘you  need  to  be  able  to  protect  yourself’  and  ‘you  need  to  stand  up  for  yourself’  great  lessons,  but  forced  to  learn  too  early.  it  made  him  reluctant  to  trust  others  because  in  the  end  you  can  only  trust  yourself.  

 however,  on  this  particular  battlefield,  alliance  leader  finds  himself  cornered.  he  gazes  up,  looking  up  at  the  soldier  in  front  of  him  raising  their  sword,  ready  to  strike  him  down.  (  ‘is  this  it?’  )  he  had  ordered  the  rest  of  the  soldiers  to  go  on  ahead  so  they  could  open  the  gates.  even  if  he  were  to  call  for  help  no  one  would  likely  come  to  his  aid.  

 his  bow,  knocked  out  of  his  hands  minutes  earlier,  planted  in  the  ground  too  far  away  from  him.  even  if  he  were  to  make  a  run  for  it,  he  would  not  make  it.  and  trust  him,  he  already  had  considered  the  option.  there  is  no  glory  in  any  of  this,  no  grandiose  demise.  just  a  soldier  about  to  strike  down  a  replaceable  commander  who  was  unable  to  make  any  difference.  regret  begins  to  pool  in  his  stomach,  but  there  is  also  something  else  there:  acceptance.  

 claude  von  riegan  closed  his  eyes  and  waited  for  the  inevitable  moment.

 he  hadn’t  even  heard  their  rapid  footsteps.  the  first  thing  he  hears  as  sound  returns  back  to  him  again  is  the  sound  of  a  painful  cry  as  soldier  falls  backwards.  when  he  opens  his  eyes,  he  sees  his  former  teacher,  nay    —  his  friend  standing  there.  the  sight  is  a  reminder  that  he  no  longer  needs  to  face  his  battles  alone.  

 however  reunion  does  not  last  long  as  claude  rushes  over  to  his  bow  without  a  word.  and  perhaps  it  was  a  bit  reminiscent  of  the  tactical  retreats  he  used  to  make.  yet  this  time  it  was  different  as  he  shot  down  an  archer  who  had  aimed  at  byleth  from  afar.

     ❝      i’m  hurt,      ❞     he  definitely  looked  worse  for  wear,  but  he  refused  to  back  down.     ❝      but  i’m  with  you.      ❞

[regancrested]

oops, i have been behind with drafts and the like. i’ll try to get to all of them next week.

[2urbles]

[regancrested]

@chaieos​ asked:  10 & 16

weirdly specific but helpful character building questions || accepting

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

all kinds of things and mostly related to others ( and never himself ). topics include his wyvern, but also events that the person or group has experienced. they’re very fond memories and he finds himself repeating them quite often. this also extends to embarrassing moments the other may have experienced. like that one time they tried to come to someone’s rescue on the battlefield, tripped and met the floor. oh and lorenz’ poetry, can’t forget that one. 

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head? 

the archbishop, but also fodlan citizen who are hateful towards almyra and almyrans who are hateful towards fodlan. basically people who don’t have an open mind and are very stuck in a traditional mindset. ‘that is how it has always been!’ yeah well that doesn’t mean it is good! shahid ( and his other half siblings too ) mostly. probably had that argument in his head for years now. 5 years from now on and he’ll show up at the palace and go ‘ and another thing ‘ at him. 

[judasrpc]

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[regancrested]

both in almyra and in fodlan there have been attempts on his life. though he has survived all of them, it left him guarded, especially at night. when he goes to sleep there are a few traps he has set up that will signal that someone has entered his room and wake him up. there is also an ( almyran ) dagger under his pillow.