#flightlessfell

[dark-sorcerer-henry-blog]

🐣 (if you're still accepting for tiny henry... he is cute)

Meet my muse as a child meme || Age: 13

The slightest tug at her coat was probably the only indication that she’d not been alone.

Henry, despite what the adults had said about him, DID have some manners—raised by a wolf or not. He knew that he shouldn’t touch her, and that he’d likely end up being punished for laying his hands on such a nice thing, he knew it, but he just didn’t care. Consequences didn’t really strike fear into his heart anymore. Not after all that he’d been through.

Running his fingers along the lavish colours and soft embroidery of her coat, the Plegian boy puffed out his chest, mustering the strength to find his voice.

“It’s really nice.” It’d been weeks since he’d last willingly spoken to a human, and so the sound of his own voice was strange to his own ears. He continued. “These are robes suited for a king, so... you must be a powerful wizard.” His hands fell straight to his sides, his elbows locked. 

“Are you looking for an apprentice? I uh, can’t pay you... but I follow directions really well!”

[cursedbybirth]

After leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek, she pulls Robin in for a hug, twirling him with her arms around his waist. (A THOUSAND CHU FOR THE BEAUTY BIRD TWIN)

Send “chu” to surprise my muse with a kiss on the cheek!

Robin smiled as Robyn kissed him on the cheek before spinning him around in her arms. He was surprised she had the strength to to it, but once they had finished spinning, he hugged her back, squeezing Robyn tightly. Then he kissed her on the cheek as well.

“You’re going to make me dizzy Robyn.”

[heartofchonsin]

flightlessfell replied to your post: Any guys Say'ri has gotten a crush on? Other than...

I’M A GUY SAY'RI CRUSH ON ME IM BEGGING YOU

she’s already in love with you, sillyface.

[aurelentsovereign]

☠ may i ....

(death meme)

Robyn has beautiful hair, she thinks from her position beside a mourning Chrom. Had, she corrects herself. This was on of her brother’s tacticians…and Emmeryn had heard things about her, less than kind things.

That for every battle and plan that was successful there were lies, and misdirections. Not kind things, indeed.

But Chrom mourned with all the strength of someone who’d lost a treasure, and Emmeryn felt herself given pause. For her brother was a good judge of character, for the most part. He was kind, and good, and the people he gathered to his side were similar. 

She squeezes Chrom’s hand supportively, and wonders how she missed getting to know someone so close to her brother. Who exactly, had she missed getting to know? 

[sapphiresovereign]

False Prophet || Robyn & Chrom

@flightlessfell

The crunching of snow beneath his boots was the only sound to be heard. The delicate flakes falling and those already on the ground, insulating and hushing the air.

How far had he walked now? He couldn’t say. His tracks in the snow would be easy to follow, but it wouldn’t matter come morning. He looked to where she was slung over his shoulder, and she still did not stir. This wouldn’t last though.

He exhaled.

The ash of his breath intermingled with condensation.

He continued on through the underbrush, but not long after, he spotted an abandoned barn in a clearing. He wasn’t sure exactly what he had been looking for, but maybe it was this. Upon entering, it was clear that, yes. This was what he was looking for.

Decades old tools and machinery lined the wall. Tinted with dings and rust. There were plenty of pretty instruments here to play with.

Despite her being the vessel, it had assured him that nothing he did could not be undone. Nothing he did could ultimately tarnish the Host, and that he would only fail his Master should he not awaken the heart within. Any means permissible.

It had warned that she would use anything against him to stop this fate. False memories, deception, subterfuge. Anything. And he must never fall victim to any of them.

The ropes that bound her to the chair were tied so tight the skin welled up around them. He glanced back up at her still sleeping face. It wasn’t Grima’s. She wasn’t Grima, he knew this. But still - cupping her chin between two clawed fingers - he found it as bewitching as if it were.

[melioristicman-blog]

@flightlessfell said:  inigo's so sweet ;;-;; ??? when he's more confident about it i can only imagine he's a pretty bomb dancer

Honestly he is and I’m so glad you think so aaaa. And you can totally bet that if he gathered up the courage to actually give a performance, he’d knock your socks right off!! Like I don’t think there’s any way to have grown up and continued to practice something you love for so long that you can be bad at it after so many years. Like I have to imagine he’s absolutely phenomenal (especially post Fates bc I think he’d like to take a lot of inspiration from this new land too in order to come up with some other styles of dance). So ya!!

[dreamyarcher]

chu... ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (given they've never really met, ten bucks if you can make this as awkward as possible)

She sees a flicker of robe the corner of her eye and relaxes as she feels the kiss against her cheek. Oh, it had been a while since she’d last scene her friend, she wondered how they were doing.

“Robin, hello, I-” She pauses as she turns to the person. They were dressed like Robin and looked like Robin but...this was not Robin. Or was it Robin? It certainly looked like it could be Robin but there were certain obvious differences that made Setsuna hesitate. She frowned and stared at this Not-Robin, probably for much longer than she should’ve.

“...You’ve grown out your hair, Robin.”

[frontline-knight-blog]

She brushed her hair up with her fingers into a ponytail, dropping her cloak off to the side. Usually, Frederick's practice methods were a bit spartan for her tastes, but for the sake of improvement, there could be nobody better to ask for training assistance, right? She raised her practice sword, feeling a little bare without her tomes. To say she lacked proper prowess in close combat would be a severe understatement. "ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ Then um... Let's go!" She would definitely regret this later.

“... If I didn’t know you any better, Robyn, I’d be inclined to ask you if you are taking this as a joke... I understand you are a fellow mage, however this does not excuse such poor battle positioning! Your legs are too wide open, your stance is off-balance and your grip on your weapon is loose! If you were to fight someone under those conditions, even the weakest but well-trained soldier would be able to take your life! My apologies for being so blunt Robyn, however I must ask you to present yourself in this training field every single day for the next whole month including the weekdays. Before you can challenge me, I will train you and turn you into a soldier capable of standing in the battlefield!”

Rest in fucking pieces, Robyn.