#perceptiveknight

[dreamsofknighthood]

🎟️🌋💎?

I have answered the other two, but not this one!

🎟️Does your muse like “so bad it’s good” movies?

OK, so we’re going to modern Forsyth for this.

While not a movie buff, Forsyth is more than happy to sit and watch a film - particularly those with a view of escapism, such as fantasy and sci-fi.

As for “so bad it’s good” movies, he can definitely tolerate them, or even find them hilariously funny, if he is relaxed (or curled up on the couch with a certain special person). However, if he’s stressed or hot-headed, they prove less of a distraction and more of an annoyance, and he won’t hesitate to point out every one of their flaws.

(He was called a “backseat director” on more than one occasion, which didn’t help his mood).

[nordionpaladin]

perceptiveknight

That begs the question, what cacao level?

((Around... 60%. Rather light on the cacao scale as far as dark chocolate is concerned, and it mirrors how he isn’t much of an edgy or dark knight despite wielding the demon blade, if that makes any sense.

I assume if Ares had similar tastes in sweets to Eldigan, he’d probably prefer a higher cacao percentage.))

[gradiivus]

Beep!

Send “beep” for a : 24) Final text

Zeke stared at the name that flashed across his phone’s screen, which sat precariously near the edge of the low table in the center of the den. Perhaps he should have thrown it harder, he thought dimly, arms crossed as he watched the screen fade to black again from his place on the sofa. But then he would have had to get down on his hands and knees and fish it out from beneath the television rack. He would never forgive himself if Tatiana couldn’t reach him in an emergency.

The screen lit again - not with a new message, but a reminder that the first was still there - and Zeke reluctantly leaned forward to read it.

When he had first made contact with Belf, Leiden, and Robert - rather, when they had found his bare-bones profile online - he had been excited at the prospect of piecing together some of his disjointed, hazy memories. What did he used to cook? Who were his old friends? What was his hometown like? But then the fragments became more gruesome, more disturbing, bloodier, and he found that just one of the other men’s names could evoke images he would have permanently buried had he the capacity to do so.

More disorienting than this was their constant use of the name Camus, in stories that Zeke knew rationally to be about himself, but to which he simply could not relate. As students seeking guidance from an old mentor, they expected something of a response from him, but he struggled even to acknowledge them. For the past year, he had been Ezekiel of Valentia. He had met Tatiana, started school again, salvaged what he could of himself to set the foundation for a new, peaceful life… Did he really want to return to life as Camus of Grust?

Slowly, he reached out to pick up his phone, which felt as heavy as a block of steel in that moment.

[sent - 8:36 PM] I am sorry….I am grateful that you contacted me but I do not want to continue speaking…

[sent - 8:38 PM] It is very difficult for me at this time….it is difficult for me to make sense of anything……

[sent - 8:41 PM] Maybe one day we can talk about the past again but I cannot do it right now…I am very sorry Belf. Please take care..

Maybe one day when he was mentally stronger.

[aurelentsovereign]

perceptiveknight replied to your post: �� + Dickard

Just based off the ghost name in the title, is this Blade Runner inspired?

oh, actually no!! i’m not familiar with blade runner at all, and Dickard came about because we (chrom-mun and I) needed a name for the exaltdad, and i was throwing around the term DDTG (daddy dearest the genocidal) and we’re a pair of memes so it evolved to be dickard

dick for short

[sweetest-thief]

♥❥♡? :3

♥ (Answered!)❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.

Gaius is an extremely physical guy. He’s been starved for human contact for most of his life, so he always finds it a great treat to be able to be physical with someone he likes a lot and is comfortable with casual touchies. He’s basically like a giant puppy (except not I’m sure certain breeds of dog are more than cable of being bigger than him when they’re barely a year old, so maybe a mid-sized puppy). Expect him to casually lean on, lay on, hug you, and pat you on the back or shoulders a lot if he’s to the point of really liking and admiring you to that point. Also he’ll bake you stuff. Also also, if you’re the friends-with-benefits type, a lot of that, too.

❥ (Answered!)✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.

Gaius is incredibly not-subtle when it comes to expressing any kind of emotion, and hatred is probably what he wears on his sleeve the most. If you piss him off, you’ll definitely know it. He’ll tell you, probably in some kind of bizarre rant, and if he doesn’t do that or is too afraid or doesn’t want to create a scene, expect him to express it by shooting withering death glares, slamming and stomping around like a petulant child, and just generally being a huge jerk.

Of course, this only goes for people he dislikes in like... a normal sense. Obviously, if he’s plotting to assassinate you, he’s not going to telegraph it that blatantly. So at least that’s some consolation. If he hates you enough to let you know about it, at least he’s not going to try to literally stab you in the back. 

♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

Most of his earliest memories were horrible and terrifying, so most of the time, nostalgia is an unfamiliar concept to him. However, there is one exception to the rule.

Basically his earliest memory of anyone caring enough about him to spare more than a few coins for him was of a kind, old lady who saw him begging on a street corner and gave him an entire, freshly baked cherry pie she’d originally made as a wedding present. He never saw her again after that, but he was so touched by her selflessness, that it’s a memory he always relives whenever he bakes one for himself. It might have been the very thing that kickstarted his sweet tooth in the first place (imagine how good that pie would taste after days of eating dirt, grass, and garbage), so it’s a very treasured fond memory for him. 

[perceptiveknight-blog]

Requests done! I normally draw on full 8x11" computer paper had no idea how much drawing in a small (4x3" or smaller, graphed) notebook would affect me (nor how out of practice I am with women and full front views, oops), but I hope y'all like!

I should be home from New York (super busy place - there’s TOO much happening here) and back to (trying to increase) activity in another day or two, so looking forward to it!

And now to tag the people I drew: @shinonthegrumpy @waywardthief @macedonking @gradiivus @restorationprincess @dreamyarcher @aimless–archer @blazingxlord

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Earn Your Wings || Sumia & Belf

@perceptiveknight

He had told the brunette he’d wanted to see what his homeland had become two thousand years into the future… but this was not the way.

The poor knight had his white-knuckled hands clenched around the reins, close enough to his mount’s neck to tangle his fingers in its mane. The pegasus jerked underneath him; Belf realized he had nearly been strangling it and murmured an apology. But try as he might, he could not convince his body to relax into the same stance Sumia displayed; and if he could not convince himself to relax, he could not convince his winged horse either. This was just too much, too fast, and… he could feel himself getting lightheaded…

“Lady Sumia… please… we must land.” It cost Belf immensely to get even those few words out, but thankfully, those few words were enough. The veteran pegasus knight understood his distress and guided her mount and his to a safe landing in an open clearing.

The knight practically fell off his winged horse with relief. He might even have kissed the ground right there and then, were he not conscious of embarrassing himself and Grust before a lady and were he more certain that he could regain his feet after such a move. Instead, he sagged against the pegasus’s back, breathing laboriously and stroking its warm neck in an effort to ground himself once more.

When he thought he had calmed down sufficiently, Belf peeled himself away from his equine support and faced Sumia. “Isn’t there… some other way you can ease me into this?” he asked, voice plaintive. “I am… not so good at heights.” To say nothing of his shock at finding men could train in this capacity… Back in the Archanea he knew, male dragoons moved straight from horses to dragons without detouring into a feminine class.

Sumia hadn’t known about Belf’s fear of heights. If she had, she wouldn’t have been so excited to get him into the air. For Sumia, the sky was a place she belonged, a place she longed to be. She was able to fight astride her pegasus and just being up in the air, flying, was something she loved. She should have asked before they started, but Belf hadn’t really protested. Perhaps he was too embarrassed about his fear. 

Sumia glanced over at the man with a concerned expression. She had thought he’d be happy at a chance to get a bird’s eye view of Ylisse, but he looked like he was ready to faint and she nodded at his request. Soon they descended from the sky back onto land. Once they were back on the ground, Sumia dismounted, moving towards Belf and his mount. She could tell that the pegasus was doing alright and she patted him on the nose, smiling. 

She was worried about Belf though. Had they gone too fast? Once he admitted to his issue with heights though, she felt terrible.

“You should have told me. I wouldn’t have been so eager to get you into the sky. I am sorry.” She tapped a finger against her chin. While she wasn’t sure if they should continue on this path, she didn’t want to give up just yet. She knew from experience you only learn to work past your problems by doing it. 

“You could ride with me. I can keep Lovebirds close to the ground. That way you’ll be with an experienced rider. We can start off not too far off the ground.”

It wouldn’t be easy. Pegasus weren’t meant to hover above the ground. They were made to be up in the air, even during combat. Although... 

“Or we could try other ways! You could put yourself at a height by climbing up onto a small ledge or into the low branches of a tree. It’s not like flying, but it could help you get used to being above the ground at varying heights before you try again.”

[gradiivus]

lapis lazuli, tea orange, malachite, aubergine, acacia, honey (pick the three you get asked least within whatever timeframe) :3

Colorful headcanons

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

Honestly, neither. There’s so much to keep up with on Archanea alone that Camus has neither interest nor desire to explore the unexplored frontiers. Astrology is tossed into the “Things He Will Never Understand” category along with magic, and after nearly dying in the sea, he’s not too fond of the ocean depths either. He’s much more comfortable with the tangible and familiar, and thinks that studying the unknown should be left to the academic sorts.

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

Several things, even though he tries to make decisions rationally to avoid guilt. He certainly seemed to express guilt for participating in the battle that killed Marth’s father, mostly for how unfair it had been (he was enemy to Altea from the very beginning, but didn’t approve or know of Gra’s tactics). That was not the way a great kingdom like Altea should have fallen, in his opinion. He also felt guilty for taking Nyna’s family away from her, even if he was simply following orders (and perhaps he would not have felt so guilty had he not allowed himself to get so attached to the princess). In SoV, he expressed guilt for killing Jerome, even though he also recognized that he was villainous and probably deserved death. This guilt, however, was more a product of letting down the man who had so graciously cared for him when he could have very well imprisoned him for life instead.

In the end, Camus is a soldier, and has been one for a very long time, so he has probably killed at least a dozen people whose lives he felt guilty for. He’s not a sinless man, and if asked, he would probably admit that his soul was damned and the gods had abandoned him (one of his SoV level-up lines implies that he’s surprised that a god would bless him), but the important thing is that he tries to behave and live honorably, and if given the opportunity - and if his duties as a knight did not get in the way - he would attempt to make amends to those he had harmed.

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

Camus is definitely a day person. He wakes early, usually right at dawn, and sleeps early. If he sleeps, anyway. It’s just been ingrained in him over the years, and his energy is highest around 8 and 9 AM.