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okay, gonna have to drop lord ghirahim (legend of zelda) for now. he was in house 114. hope to bring him back when my brain is ready for more evil!
Whoops, missed this one!
He’ll be dropped for you! Just let us know when you’re ready for evil.
-- mod altair.
byleth has sleep problems / @demonslord / SUSP. ↳ Send me ‘ I’ve got you! ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them before they hit the floor.
⚔️ // she could just BARELY remember it all. familiar faces of ancient and long-dead warriors — children. beloved ones. flashes of a temple that rose high into fódlan’s blue sky , nestled in the crater left behind by her earthbound FALL. hearings with , and prayers from the humans who SERVED both herself and her divine children , all in exchange for protection , and the knowledge that only THE BEGINNING alone could bestow.
they weren’t byleth’s memories. yet her head grew fuzzy and stuffed full of the endless years she could not recall. only to leave her HAZY and tired as the restless nights dragged on. no amount of pondering would reveal their truth to her. no quill could quite capture the fleeting moments of time , and byleth was left with another half-blank journal page and a yearning for an era long since passed.
the next thing byleth knew , the sun was cresting over the horizon once more. birds rejoiced of the new dawn , and the breeze from her half-opened window carried the scent of wet earth ; of fresh dew. byleth had sighed heavily and scrubbed her palms over her face , blotching her cheeks with color and abruptly standing up. her candle , which had burned to the wick AGAIN , put itself out in her rush. she would need to get a new one. and , mayhaps , she had thought , a long WALK would do her good.
eventually , byleth had wandered far from cotes. her feet had drawn her to the fibonacci ward , where on the skyscraper’s various levels , vendors had set up shop. she took in the sights of the early morning shoppers who quietly mulled through the rows and rows of various wares. some artifacts seemed to FIT this world’s hodgepodge aesthetic. others were more primitive. some , even , far more ANTIQUATED , and what byleth was used to.
so how was she to know , as she wandered through the area’s inter-dimensional LOST &. FOUND , that she might stumble across the very harp that was quickly fading from her memories? it was UNMISTAKABLE , with its plated gold and the vines , leaves and flowers etched across its surface. seeing it , the entire WORLD seemed to sway. and she reached for it - the name tag tied around the harp’s pillar. but the ground beneath her feet tilted and careened with the effort even that simple action took. to reach not for the harp but the starry nights where only her VOICE and deftly plucked chords could be heard echoing through that old temple , weaving together lullabies of the the past . . . the FUTURE.
byleth snapped back into the PRESENT by the solid weight of the arms of a stranger. her face scrunched and the world slowly began to come to a stop. black splotches at the edges of her blurred vision began to fade.
her head pounded.
grunting with the effort , byleth righted herself best she could. her palm pressed against her forehead. and when she opened her eyes she realized she had been standing PRECARIOUSLY close to a fragile object from another world. she would have broken it had she fully fallen.
“sorry.” her voice , muffled to her own ears , came slowly. softly. she peered up at the man who had caught her and — stiffened. if only for a moment. he was . . . tall. perhaps even rivaling dimitri. but more than anything there was something inherently . . . OFF about him. though she was too dazed to pinpoint it. “— sorry.” she repeated , pushing off in an attempt to stand on her own. she WOBBLED.
𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( ACCEPTING)
@demonslord sent: ∗ 57
sender winks at receiver .
Flirting at grocery aisle wasn’t exactly the first thing on his agenda today but he’s not such a busy man he can’t change things up a little. Adjusting schedule is a matter of priorities after all.
“ Oh they give extra service here? So generous~~”
You don’t seem like staff though.. Are you after my sales items? ❤︎ “
@demonslord // dreamscape starter !
Reliving memories wasn’t anything new, for Aki.
No, really, it was more like...reliving a single memory wasn’t anything new for him. He was used to having a very specific moment replay on loop in his mind - something he was still working on breaking away from to this day. But this one was new - this was a totally different memory, and it felt like a breath of fresh air.
Okay. Maybe minus the fact that some random guy was here watching this memory with him, but that was fine. He could get over that, it’s not like this was an embarrassing memory or anything.
...and it helped that this wasn’t the first time someone had dove into his mind. Even if this time around it was a little different. The most he could really do was greet them.
“Looks like we’ve gone on a little memory dive! Pretty crazy, huh? I didn’t think that this was a thing here...”
As lively as his greeting was, it was pretty half-hearted given his attention wasn’t on the other person. Rather, the scene before him had captured him because...well, it was Natsu.
He remembered this day - he had skipped class again, and taken Natsu out to the mall while Fuyu was distracted with his school work, like a loser. He had been planning on window shopping for the most part, but it looked like his younger self and the girl he was with had already stopped to peak in at the store he’d ultimately buy something on.
Two little rabbit dolls - dressed in different shades of blue.
It was nice to see them again. Especially since he had...kinda ruined them, when he had his ZENO relapse.
“...it’s weird, don’t you think? This feels way too real.”
@demonslord wants to peep the horror
The second dream that hits him is more lucid than the first. Where he was an active participant, now he is an observer, watching himself and Gertrude talk in hushed voices as they walk down the street. Now that he gets to see how they look from the side, his tall dark figure looming over her shorter, almost grandmotherly one, the contrast is a little funny. Who would even guess that she was the more dangerous one out of them two?
It’s hard for him to remember exactly when this memory was, but from the scenery around him and the TV-like static at the edges of this dream, it must have been when they were in America. When his headaches started getting really bad, before...
Oh.
The realization slams into him at the same time as he slams into the guy that definitely wasn’t part of the memory before.
“Sorry.” Gerry looks past the stranger, at where the other him stops suddenly, hand at his temple. “But you might want to be about anywhere else right about now.”
without prior reserve, apping lord ghirahim from the zelda series! form is under /app or on the nav page
Welcome to sunny Isola Radiale, Ghirahim!
You’ll be housed in HOUSE 114!
You’ll retain your teleportation, but you’ll only be able to teleport up to one ward away five times per day.
You'll also receive a wooden sword.
Enjoy your stay!
– ⋆ taygeta
