echoedloyalty replied to your post: “Can a birthday boy get a kiss?~”
Slowly licks his face.-flannel
“Not what I meant exactly, but from you, I will gladly accept.” Though he might wash his cheek here in a few minutes.
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echoedloyalty replied to your post: “Can a birthday boy get a kiss?~”
Slowly licks his face.-flannel
“Not what I meant exactly, but from you, I will gladly accept.” Though he might wash his cheek here in a few minutes.
♘- grima (I FEEL BAD FORTHIS ONE)
♘ = stabbing them.
@drylicu @i-nsubordination (tagging both of them, because this is in regards to something I talked to jessica about some time back!)
also, putting under a cut because this contains some pretty uh, wild stuff.
trigger warnings as follows: tw; gore, tw; violence, tw; abuse tw; blood
as he had informed and readied marc, he would do just the same with his 'daughter'. just like her brother, perfection. no. no, not yet but soon. the fallen would approach her from behind, cold hand slowly stroking her raven locks. "you and your brother praddle often, you must know what today is." his voice could send chills down the bravest of spines; the way he spoke. "today is the day you take your first life and prove yourself. to make me p r o u d.." hands move to shoulders. "will you fall?"
“…”
There the child stood, waiting. Morgan had been called forth, and all she could wonder what was going to happen to them. Being called out was never a good thing, she’s come to learn. While waiting for him to come, she began pondering and trying to figure out where the father that used to love them had gone, she hadn’t even really been paying much attention to her surroundings. The ice cold hand that place itself on her head was certainly a large, startling feeling.
To keep herself from practically jumping out of her skin, her whole body goes rigid instead.
While she and Marc conversed almost every second of the day they were together, he had not informed her of what today is. Maybe he forgot to include her in his preparations?
Regardless, Fath– Master Grima had come to tell her what today was. So…they were going to kill someone? Morgan…didn’t really want to do that. She didn’t want to kill anyone. Why couldn’t she just continue practicing her magic, and staying with Marc? They both stayed out of Master Grima’s way. Why couldn’t he let them be?
Of course, she’d never voice this. She learned quickly that complaints were not cared for, and dealt with in a way she’d rather not experience again.
Could she get them out of this?
Morgan thought of pointing out that they had literally just been forcibly tattooed in their backs. A central spot for all nerves. Mobility was not limited, just difficult. However…Grima saw them walking without complaint. So either he thought them to have been over the pain, or didn’t care. Probably the latter.
As hands move to her shoulders, Morgan tries to prevent herself from trembling.
“I-…I’ll make you proud, Dad-…Master Grima.”
( @echoedloyalty + Grima )
' what if we kissed 😳 during tea time? 🙈 jk... unless ' -m!byleth
“Professor, I ━ You almost had me there for a second. You do have a unique way of telling jokes and it’s challenging to realize that, especially when you say it with such a straight face!”
@echoedloyalty replied to your post: ❤ aaaa
ferdinand does the SMOLDER look. ‘my, my, have i always looked this gorgeous? of course~“
❤ aaaa
Shipping Call! | accepting❤ - romantic relationship
"Please, it would only be fair if I gave my heart to one person… So who is the one who wishes to confess their love to me? Or ━ Is… is that a mirror? Hm, I look quite fine today, if I do say so myself.”
“Why are you hugging me?” -grima
Eight years old and already he’d shown proof as a master of dark magic and swordsmanship. With his skills ever growing, Marc had become strictly devoted to putting his all into receiving praise from his parent. Despite the fact there was a monster that now hosted his father’s form, Marc still viewed them as his parent; no matter what. And whenever Grima ever so looked at him with praise, he was overwhelmed with joy. Normally, the small boy could hold it in and put his focus back towards his training… But this time, the words of praise that his master had given him were enough to have him bound for Grima’s waist in joy. A smile as widely spread from cheek to cheek as he clung to the man before him. But there, was that voice; the one full of obvious displeasure. Marc had made a mistake. His childish bewilderment got the better of him… This was no parent, he had to remind himself. He was under the rule of his master; the sole person who could decide whether his life was worth any merit in accomplishing his goals of leaving the world in devastation. How frightening…
“ I apologize… Master Gr-Grima… I.. I will go back to training now. “ Maroon eyes were staring downward at the floor, plastered there as he turned around on his heels and wandered back towards the training grounds. He wanted to cry, but Marc knew better than to let himself do so. Upsetting his Master any further would only lead to punishment.
“Fine, I understand. After all, you’ve lied to everyone else, I was beginning to feel left out.” -manuela
aladdin // accepting!
he had his reason to lie to everyone, to hide his face underneath the mask he wore - for her to feel left out? it was normal, not like he’d tell everyone else his plans or anything about him. “you’re not alone, there’s others i have not told.”
not like it would make her feel better, jeritza, being one of a few words wouldn’t explain any further, “don’t waste your time or emotions on me, manuela.”