NOT YOUR GOD - NOT TODAY.

F!Robin, from FE:A. Black Eagles Professor at the Officer’s Academy. Adored by Birdie.

[ohisms]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

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plotting call - june

Hiii I know I'm late but I'm here to write!! Here's the plots I'd like to take with miss Robin. She's a Black Eagles Professor, so she'll need some unaffiliated buddies. I'm willing to take up to six threads.

requires unaffiliated

You quickly learn that it isn’t just an island you’ve set foot on - it’s a whole archipelago! That said, there are no bridges connecting these separate isles, so when a real nasty storm rides in, sucks your barges out to sea, and leaves you in the lurch… Surely help won’t be too far at hand, but in the meantime it’s best you do what you can to survive. You know, just in case you’ve got to hunker down for longer than anticipated.

There’s something calming about island life when you’re not in the thick of work. The odd breaks you’ve managed to carve out for yourself offer the opportunity for an activity unique to coastal surrounds: exploring tide pools! These little pockets of seawater dot the intertidal zones of the rocky beaches about this section of the archipelago, and are treasure troves of marine microbiomes waiting to be discovered.

can be done with anyone

Who doesn’t love learning about epic battles of yore from various other continents? But everybody knows that sitting around reading dusty history books is dull; instead, you are being made to reenact your assigned battle yourselves in a show-and-tell to the rest of the class. The seminar leader has even provided a dress-up box to aid you in your endeavors. [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

I'd also like to have her meet up with some of her castmates! Maybe after a class or over tea. Or chess.

Ping me in the discord (birdie) to plot with me! Thank you :]

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munday; this or that - 20 questions ed.!

Repost, don't reblog. Bold or italicize your choice.

Tagging: toa!!

Glass half full or glass half empty.

Night or morning.

Art museum or history museum.

Be embarrassed or be afraid.

Attend a party or host a party.

Fiction or nonfiction.

Hot coffee or iced coffee.

Board games or video games.

Group hangout or one-on-one hangout.

Tattoos or piercings.

Books or movies.

Digital copy or physical copy.

Physical planners or digital planners.

Poem or story.

Introvert or extrovert.

Save 100 strangers or 1 loved one. you're welcome mar

See the future or change the past.

Massive success by accident or modest success on purpose.

Painful truth or comforting lie.

Sock sock shoe shoe or sock shoe sock shoe.

[partnerindestiny]

we are who we are!

As the month rolls over, the final night of the Ethereal Moon passes. The morning that follows is one of color and chaos. The hallways have been strung up with streamers, in patterns of rainbow and pink, blue, and white. There is a sense of community in the air, a current cutting through the student body and administrative staff alike. While the decorations may be gaudy, and perhaps the patterns unfamiliar, this is a month of celebration.

Caeda mingles among the crowd, bright extroversion encouraging people to join in on the celebration. Forsyth and Lloyd's dedication behind the scenes helps students assemble stands and banners decorate windows. Shez, for their part, plasters paint upon their face, content to engage on their own terms. Ewan's small form flits amidst the crowd, distributing sparklers in every color of the rainbow. What will you do?

Prompts

[ Confetti ] - everything in Garreg Mach seems to be covered in a layer of sparkles and confetti. Grab a handful if you like! And if you don’t mind glittering for the next week.

[ Chalk ] - across the cobblestone, people of all walks of life are drawing in brightly colored chalk. Some are simply signing their names, while others are writing sweet messages, and still more are simply drawing little pictures. What will you add to the canvas?

[ Face paint ] - palettes of paint in every color of the rainbow sit squarely upon a little stand, inviting those who pass by to “wear their colors”. Hanging at the side of the stand are some suggested color combinations and their meaning. Students are encouraged to paint each others’ faces in a display of trust. 

[ Cut & Style ] - a group of Garreg Mach’s students have decided to try their hands at hairstyling, knowing that a proper haircut can do wonders for one’s view of themselves and their expression. However, whether or not they’re good at giving haircuts is another question entirely. 

[ Tie-dye! ] - small, easily-ruptured balls filled with dye have been left in buckets scattered across the Monastery. The intent? Students have been distributed white shirts upon request, and with the donning of said shirt, invite others to shower them in color. There’s nothing stopping you from pranking an unsuspecting fellow without a white shirt on, though..

[ Lovetape - redux! ] - inspired by the celebratory event from BOEL, a gaggle of Golden Deer have decided to take their own spin on the stick-on-compliment game. Brightly colored paper with adhesive backs beckon passerby, as well as a stack of pens. The game is simple - scrawl down a compliment, and stick it onto someone else. Just remember - if you’re fast enough, you might not even get caught! 

[ Mocktail Melody ] - another station, this one in the dining hall, boasts various drinks of different uncannily vibrant colors. Some are bubbly, some are sicky-sweet, and still others are oddly bitter. None are alcoholic. What sort of mixture will you make?

[ Kissing Booth ] - less well-built than the other stands is one that proclaims itself as a kissing booth. Curiously, no one sits behind the counter - will you sit there and await company, or approach someone sitting there?

Guidelines

Reblog this meme to show you’re participating! 

As this is unofficial, there’s no real necessitated tag, but if people would like to have one space for all of this, I’ll personally be using the tag #TOAPride2024! This can also be used for any opens for these prompts, if you'd like to do that instead.

The tag can also be used for any sort of pride-related art you’d like to make for your muse, or if you’d like to explore anything else related to pride. Feel free to get creative!

There is no restriction on ages or orientations/genders that can participate in this event!

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OOC note

Hello there, TOA! This is a personal attempt at organizing a little approximation for a pride month event. The prompts can be spun however people would like. I know that there are some implications that come with the idea of canonizing pride in the world of Fire Emblem, as well as the fact that pride flags as we know them are unlikely to exist, but ultimately my goal of organizing something like this is to reach my fellow LGBT muns, especially those who cannot celebrate their identities in real life. Pride is both a celebration and a memory, an honoring of survival and a remembrance of those who came before us, and I hope everyone can get a little bit of fun from this.

Happy pride! 

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so it's true! she's here as well — there is no mistaking those argent locks. there's much he'd like to ask her, but for now, odin quells the urge, choosing to don a visage of cheer.

"ROBIN!" he exclaims, his voice carrying. it is the same feeling with every familiar face he sees here; a balm for the soul, a relief to know that he has not dreamt up the past. with a flourish befitting a stage, odin casts his cape aside as he descends into a grandiose bow, rising with a broad grin adorning his features. "by no mere coincidence, our paths intertwine once more, our destinies woven together in this serendipitous encounter!"

with an elaborate gesture, odin extends a pristine, white feather toward her. "a trade to remember this fine night! should you find yourself unencumbered after the festivities...i'd like to hear about your storied journey to these shores. the tales you have to share must be as captivating as the whispered secrets of the winds that guide us!"

Her name is bellowed, and she turns to greet him with a beaming smile. He is as she remembers - no, not quite. Taller, more... assured. But she knows him all the same, and her eyes soften with the joy of a companion rediscovered.

"Owain," she calls, waving to him. He bows, and she chuckles to herself - he still speaks the same, he still flourishes the same. "It's good to see you," she agrees.

He holds the feather to her and she laughs, taking it lightly from his hand. "Thank you, Owain. May I offer this - fine gem, in return. Perhaps you'll be able to unlock it's powers given time." A teardrop crystal is plucked from her shawl and placed in the hand that once held the feather.

"I'd love to find you and catch up. I've missed you all, after..."

After what? After her sacrifice?

Did she miss them, when she was nothing? Or did she just miss them now, when she awoke?

She shakes her head. "I've missed you," she tries again. "I'm glad to see you well."

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"Professor--"

A voice called from behind, after having previously spotted her during a particularly frenetic dance they were both caught up in, albeit with different partners. So, it was just for a moment that he saw, but he was sure a small gleaming object flew off her person during a spin and now, here he was, with the delicate teardrop crystal sitting in the palm of his outstretched hand.

"You dropped this."

The crystals she carry really do like to escape her dress.

She turns at the call, already stretching out her own hand to receive what she's lost, but she hesitates, lips turning up into a smile.

"Would you like to keep that?" She asks, closing his hand around it. "I have plenty more. I'll trade you, for one of your feathers." She points towards his collection of feathers, already reaching a hand out for them. "Thank you, though. And- Robin, is fine." She shifts her reaching fingers into more of a outstretched handshake. "Nice to meet you."

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[ Tea ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Clever students bring their own tea.

"...oh, sorry for staring just now. Your hair just reminded me of another....anyway,"

Flora gives a self-targeted shake of her head before presenting forward the tea tray. "May I interest you in some tea? Our flavors may be few...on request, I can check if they have any extra ones in the kitchen."

A beat passes. Has she forgotten anything? Oh, right.

"And...I have been told our guests have been assigned to exchange brooch decorations?" Flora slides a string of pearls on the tray, next to the tea cup. "They have mistakenly handed me one as well. Feel free to collect my pearls. Only share yours if you so desire."

“Oh-!” A woman approaches, offers forward a tray with tea and hot water. “I will take some, thank you...” Robin glances through the offered blends, glancing up at the woman’s offer of checking for more flavors. “No, no, this is fine, thank you...” She delicately takes one of the woman’s teacups, filled with sweet-apple blend. She takes a careful sip of the warm liquid, and smiles, brightly. “This is delicious! Thank you, um... Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” Then, the woman offers forward her pearls, and Robin trades back her teardrop of crystal. “Here, take this.” Then, a final question. “You said I reminded you of someone...?” 

[grimatruth]

✶ — › 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ‹ — ✶

ETHEREAL BALL✧˚ · .

[grimatruth]

chance was an interesting concept, it brought excitement to the lives of some, but stress to others. it was a choice hoisted on a person without question, it was the difference between accepting your place or struggling to hold onto what was never yours. morgan wanted to believe he could adapt, he wanted to be unsaddled by regrets and things he could not control. the reality, however, was that he could not help but to grip onto normality with a strength that made his knuckles white. nothing explained the flashes of fear that jumped inside him when things changed, when people left. it was just him.

what it speaks to about him, he is unsure... was he brave to leave everything behind in search of his mother, or was he still trying reach for the impossible? whatever the case, the tactician had no place left in ylisse when he left, everyone left of their own accord anyway. staying behind to be an immortal reminder of what everyone lost was hardly on his lists of things to do, anyway. was it a choice to leave or was it a requirement, the line blurred there from time to time. morgan couldn't regret the time he spend traveling though... despite the strain, it was the most fun he had ever experienced, or so he thinks.

over time it became less about a search for his lost mother, and more a search to find himself. who was morgan without his mother, who was he without his friends, what was left after? it was still a journey he traveled, one the lad hoped this place might answer for him one day. he was full of ambition, and this place could provide him a direction to use it. that's why, even though it stagnated him in terms of finding robin, he still decided to come. she might never return to him, and... surely she would want him to become his own man.

finding himself out of place at a school event, diving between waves of fabric and bodies wasn't quite finding himself, per say... but not everyday could be eventful. nobody said there was a daily quota for self discovery, after all, and he could hardly pass the chance to experience something like this. the idea of making friends, falling in love, every little thought excited him. maybe it wasn't meant for him, but even just getting to observe was enough for the tactician. it's in this inspection of others that he first spots inigo, then owain... and... suddenly a pile of familiar platinum hair catches his eye.

she shuffles about just out of sight, just far enough away that he cannot make out anything distinct. morgan cannot know for certain, and yet his heart begins to pump out of his chest with anticipation. statistically finding someone with hair like his mother's in a place like this wasn't all that uncommon, but... what if it was her. within moments, his book is cast to the side with little care, and his feet carry him with purpose this time across the ballroom. each step carrying him further and further until he is in a sprint, only stopping when his face firmly plants into the strangers back.

"oof-" like an idiot, he had forgotten to actually stop when reaching his destination, completely blowing his cover. ungluing his face from the silk of her dress was his first move, rubbing the afflicted area with his sleeve was his next. there wasn't really a guideline for an interaction like this one... oh hey there, i thought you were my mom so i full sprinted into you because why not! it really wasn't the kind of greeting you'd give to anyone, much less a total stranger. "ah sorry, i must have slipped," purple hues didn't quite look up, still too embarrassed to face his actions, "i hope i didn't hurt you or anything."

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Chance was a strange thing. An anxiety in the corner of a mind, an excitement deep in a stomach. A thing that Robin, as a tactician, as a vessel, knew better than her own self. A thing she thanked, for standing in this ball now, half surrounded by faces she knew, watched by seemingly hundreds she didn’t. And no one so far had stopped, to see her, so she wondered if they thought she was some other woman with brown eyes and white hair, some woman without any brand on her hand, just a woman. Maybe they thought she was dead, still. 

Maybe she’d been dead too long, and they’d forgotten her. She couldn’t blame them - she knew better than to hang onto ghosts, too. 

The ball itself is gorgeous, even she has to admit. The dress she’s borrowed slinks over her body, the lacy wrap barely hiding her shoulders. The shoes push her just a bit taller, enough to see over the crowd, instead of hiding in it, being swallowed in it. Various beverages and refreshments call to her, but her lips still taste of sugar from the last ones, and her anxious stomach seems unwilling to accept more, for now. 

And then someone slams into her back, and she stumbles forward, barely catching herself on her heeled shoes. 

“Oof-” She turns to face her attacker, tongue ready with a watch where you’re going! or a what was that for?, but she holds it, just a few moments. She knows this form, even if the memory of him is murky, hidden under water and sand in her mind. Someone from before she died, but after she knows - a boy from the future, a son to her, her son. 

Her son, but not hers, the son of a woman named Robin she’d never met, and maybe never would. She’d know his eyes anywhere, even if they were pointed firmly away from her now. 

“Morgan,” she finally says, turning to face him, all thought of the crowd around her falling away. “Is that you?” She only asks for his benefit - she knows, is more sure than she’s ever been. A step closer, hands reaching to take his. “You aren’t hurt, are you?” 

He is not her son, and she is not his mother, but that will not stop her from reaching to him with comfort when he needs it.

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robin enters the ball!

robin is here, and she wants to make friends!

i'll also get. a pinned and such going don't worry.

robin has a teardrop crystal!

interactions:

Black feather - ares

White feather - odin

String of pearls - flora

Small bell - deirdre

Teardrop crystal - selena

her fit is below the cut!

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test post + tags you know the drill

Father, father Punish me no more Oh, I met a wise man under The willow

Lover, lover Look for me no more Oh, I've been right here under The willow

I've been a bastard and a fool

Rewritten nearly every rule

But I believe

I'm worth redemption

'Cause thunder, thunder Shook me to the core While I was hiding under The willow

[lordyunaa]

I miss her