#fortuitousflowers

[sweettoothforhire]

» make believe

starter for @fortuitousflowers

The days and nights were slow in this illusory beach. He wonders when they’ll return to their bodies, if this really wasn’t their bodies... 

Having his demands be answered was convenient. He wanted ice cream? Bam! Ice cream. Lollipops? Here you go sir. Candies? Have a bowl! His needs were provided without much effort from him. And maybe that was the problem. Having nothing to do apart from enjoying himself made him entertain more selfish thoughts lately. It did very little good to the conflict at the back of his brain, but every now and then, he lets the thought play out. If he was going to stay in Make Believe Beach, he might as well enjoy it.

Come mid-afternoon, he heads back near the ocean with the intent to relax, maybe tan his back this time around to even it out. He packed a blanket and some snacks, all he needed was a spot-- ah.

By herself, relaxed and engrossed over yet another book was the Knight of Flowers. He’s already smiling even if she’s not doing anything. He slaps himself for it, shaking his head to wash out the automatic-like response. That was weird. It’s the heat, maybe.

“Stumbles.” He’s already sitting down, basket of snacks placed down as he invites himself in, “Scoot over, I don’t have a blanket.” Where did his own blanket go? He threw it behind him, of course. Her own blanket can fit the two of them just fine.

He lets out a loud yawn and stretches out his arms, the time for a siesta upon him. Last time he slept in the beach, he ended up burnt with a teddy bear tan on his chest. Never again. He plops both arms down, one resting just behind Sumia. He scoots closer and takes a curious peak at what she’s reading, the side of his head now resting on her shoulders. I’m just sleepy, he thinks idly, pushing other notions away as he gets comfortable, “What’re ya readin’?”

[elysofnir]

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Fruity Headcanons | Accepting

Hah........ I’ll separate these by question because there’s some stuff to unpack. 

CW: Body image and hints of sexual harassment

How comfortable is my muse in their body?

We’re starting off strong I see... So, a recurring theme, in older FE games that I’ve noticed, is sexual harassment and misogyny as a whole. In FE8, while I don’t remember it specifically stating what brigands and the like (generally from Grado) do to women, but there are some heavy implications that treatment is reflective of these themes—treating and talking about them as if they were “prizes to be bought and sold” so to speak. Tana, as I’m writing her from Ephraim’s route where she gets kidnapped twice, pretty much goes through this (and of course, is out of that situation). It’s pretty apparent from how reactive she is at General Gheb’s little “interrogation” suggestion and his comments about how lustful he is towards women. 

On that note, I don’t think I could completely say she has body image issues, but she’s made more aware of some of the more leering eyes of Magvel and I guess everywhere. Based off her Heroes art and alt, even her in game art, she’s kind of busty and isn’t naive enough to not notice looks that she might receive. So, while it’s not enough for her to be insecure, it’s enough to be feel at least a little conscious about.

How do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type?

Height, weight, and body type are either addressed in the previous question, or she feels rather neutral about. Strength, however is something Tana is more conscious about. 

In Frelia, at least in the noble/royal circle, misogyny isn’t very prevalent, in fact, it hosts strong women who are on par with the men and basing off of Innes and King Hayden, they’re well aware of that. (Know your place boys- skdlgjdsf Kidding) In Tana’s case, she is a fledgling knight who, of course, got the training that the others did, but is newer to the battlefield at the beginning of the war. It’s shown in her supports that she’s doubted and this (rightfully so) frustrates her. She’s frustrated not only by their lack of support, but also because she’s a little unsure if she should even be out on the battlefield so when everyone, even yourself, is telling you that you can’t do something, it takes a toll on self-esteem. Luckily though, Eirika reminds her that she has a right to be there and others do too, to an extent, and she has enough willpower and determination to succeed and pull her weight. 

I also wanted to add, that according to other people’s experience, if trained right, she becomes one of your more powerful and useful units (especially given high speed, health, and luck growths) so I like to think of it as a “I will show you” kind of moment. 

How important is being attractive to them?

This is the easiest question to answer and I touched on it a little in the physical appearance HC post, but beyond having a reputation and image to upkeep, appearance isn’t so much a priority as say... strength and prowess. Also, as an addendum to my previous answers, her experience is even more of a reason to not give two pegasus plops about what anyone thinks. 

[lareinacordelia]

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

（ @fortuitousflowers ）

      ❝ I didn’t think they would be this easy to acquire... would it truly be alright for us to wear these? ❞ Cordelia bites her lower lip and raises the black jacket she’s yet to try on. In the safety of Sumia’s room, the two Ylissean Pegasus Knights seemingly go back in time, defying the years that pass and returning to a time that passed them by too quickly. Cordelia never considered herself a troublemaker, but she does wonder what it would have felt like if her adolescence were spent simply enjoying her youth instead of training to be the ideal knight. 

     ❝ I do admit, the cloth is comfortable. Easy to move in, too. ❞ She puts the jacket down and stares at the mirror. The white long sleeved shirt hugs into her body, with enough leeway for her to move around with ease. The skirt follows her movement as she swings her hip to inspect herself in the mirror. The tights complimented the whole look and as she looks at her own reflection, her own smile was hard to conceal. 

     Time has been kind to her. She doesn’t look too old, she admits to herself internally.

[theofficersacademy]

Hello! I would like to keep Sumia as a flying instructor but change her alignment from Golden Deer to unaffiliated. Thank you!

To honor the pursuit of their own ideals, or perhaps inspired by the bonds forged with teachers and friends, Sumia has decided to change affiliations.

Sumia is now a member of the Unaffiliated Faculty! The Masterlist has been updated to reflect this change.

- Mod Rai

[darklingdragon]

seal of approval

continued from here @fortuitousflowers

Eyes alight with a childish excitement at being able to learn more about the world outside what she knew. (This, of course, being some sort of place outside of what anyone knew, she could tell, but to dwell on fear would lead to her just fretting too much.) So Myrrh gave the seal a cheerful wave, though knowing it wouldn’t be able to do so in return.

“Wow! That... is very cool.” She glanced at the professor with a look of mild admiration. How did people know so much? She was older than them and hardly knew anything. Always an opportunity to learn. “You’re right...! It has a very cute face!”

There was a sense of disappointment - she’d like to play with and pat it and be its friend but it would be sad if she took it away from the ocean. So only a gaze from afar. And yet...

“Have you seen any interesting things here? I, um found this earlier....” She holds up a tiny, twisted shell. “And thought there might be someone living inside but it was empty...”

[jehannandancer]

» an early morning encounter

During one of the missions outside of the monastery that Tethys volunteered to assist, the Jehannan dancer finds herself awake too early into the morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet, and most people were still asleep. Save for those that kept watch, she assumes, eyes adjusting after freshly waking up.

She feels rested enough and couldn’t find it in herself to go back to sleep... They should be departing after breakfast, and from then on, another arduous journey on horseback. It will be some time until she can stretch her legs freely and move about.

And it is with that reason that she feels now was the perfect time to ‘exercise’. Enjoy the freedom while it lasts before she’s forced to stay in one position for a long period of time.

She exits her tent and finds a quiet spot in the camp. It wasn’t too hard-- most were still asleep. Once she does, she begins, foot arched and heel touching the ground, an arm extended above as if reaching for the dark skies.

It starts off slow, but eventually, she kicks off.  

She never tires of this feeling, no matter how many times she does feels it. Her braid whips around her waist, bracelets letting out a slight jingle, as she moves along the music in her head, a clear rhythm followed, her feat continuously moving. Every time her body twists, and for each time her heel strikes a different part of the ground, Tethys is filled with elation, enjoying herself in her self-indulgent performance.

It felt like such a short moment, but even so, sweat starts trickling down her neck, her routine nearing its end. After a single twist, she leaps from the ground, only to land on her left foot. Quickly, she raises her right leg upward, balance now solely on her left left as she attempts a vertical split. She arches her back and bends her right knee, toes almost touching the back of her head.

She locks her breath in her chest, not a single sign of trembling in sight as she stays in her pose for a good few seconds. 

[shydancer]

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 [ A chain of flowers woven together is sent to Olivia. A folded up note is attached. It reads: ] Happy birthday, Olivia! I thought of you when I picked these... They're beautiful, and pink! Maybe they'll match one of your costumes? Some flowers are like dances; they're fleeting, so you have to enjoy them in the moment. A performance might end and the petals might wilt, but the memories last much longer. I hope you make lots of good ones this year, and that we make even more together!

“Hm? Oh, what’s this?”

Pink flowers, neatly woven and strung together into a hollow ring, hangs on the knob of her door, a small note poking out from in between a few of the stems and petals. Olivia pulled back some of the flowers, gentle so as not to undo the intricate braid - she felt her heart might shatter if she did - and pulled out the note.

Pink traced the words written across the paper, her curious expression switching to one of gratitude as she reached the end of the message. She had temporarily forgotten it was her own birthday (after all, what was a sense of time when traveling worlds) and couldn’t hold back the growing warmth in her chest. To think that someone would go through the trouble of sending her a gift; the thought made tears start to prick at the corner of her eyes. After reading it over a couple more times she tucked the memo into one of the bands around her arm and placed the flower crown on her head. 

A light shade of pink dusted across her face, slightly embarrassed by the attention she might draw from wearing flowers on her head, but determined to wear them in appreciation of the sender. Though no name was written at the end of the note the dancer had her own speculations as to who the sender might be. Note tucked and crown carefully placed, Olivia turned and headed in the direction of the beach.

Hehe, time to go show Sumia her lovely gift.

[forlornwyvernrider]

💐💐💐💐💐 A bundle of carnations, in light red and white, are left for Gerome. A note reads: Dearest Gerome, Happy birthday! I heard white carnations will bring you good luck. Do any grow in Valm? I never got the chance to ask your mother when we travelled together. Well, either way, try your best at your studies! If you need help with anything, don’t hesitate to call on me. Signed, Professor Delmirev. (Kidding! You can call me Professor Sumia. (　◠ ◡ ◠　) )

The day was ending and it had been eventful, to say the least. He’s... overwhelmed, happy, and overall, grateful to have known such thoughtful people -- even Severa.

When he comes back to his room late in the evening, arms full of gifts and boxes stacked together, he didn’t expect for there to be more. He puts the boxes down and picks up the flowers and the note that came along with it. He should have guessed it came from the her. The floral readings isn’t something he believes in nor cares much about, but he knows her fondness of it from what he recalls from both childhood memories and Cynthia’s stories.

The flowers he favored among others wouldn’t have survived for long, let alone thrive in this environment, but he has an appreciation for them still. They smelled fresh and gave some life and color to his otherwise dull room. 

The note he reads right after, short but sweet like the one that wrote him (she’s right around the same height as her daughter, now that he thinks back on it...)

Professor Delmirev. 

Calling her that felt odd, and it made him imagine a mortifying future with Cynthia as a professor, too. Professor Sumia would do.

He’s been taking lessons with Cordelia both as a fighter and in flying with pegasi, and while there was without a doubt she’s amazing at what she does, Gerome is found wondering what kind of input Sumia could give him. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad to allot more time into studying flying with the winged horses... 

He puts the note away, now left with gifts, thoughts of home, and curious questions about what he should do moving forward. The night was young, he had time to think. He looks at his window side where the bundle of carnations rested, and sighs with content. 

On a normal day, he’d stay awake until much later. Tonight, after all that’s happened, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to just rest.