#tacticalschemer

[ambitionled-blog]

@tacticalschemer

Her plans were perfect, had been perfect - yet the uncontrollable factor in the alliance was ultimately her own downfall. She had been a fool to think she could completely control Solon and Kronya, all those lives-

“Curse them,” she muttered. Hubert had said it was a necessary evil, but could there have been a different way to further her goals without relying on the darkness? Shaking her head, Edelgard stormed through her room and flung the mask into a corner, fingers curling to form a fist. Her power alone was not enough, she knew... still, it didn’t mean she had to like it.

There was no way she could sleep right now though. She had to take a walk, clear her mind - it was late in the night anyway, so most of everyone should have been asleep. 

When she stepped out though, there was a thud. This hallway was not very vast, seeing as it was the second floor with only the nobles here, so it was not hard to miss sounds in the quiet space.

“Who’s there?” She frowned. Had she woken someone up after all?

[boarshield-blog]

@tacticalschemer from here:

He hid away the latest poison– nonlethal, but very unpleasant as usual– he had been working on when he heard Felix’s words. Of course, he was often reprimanded for his tactics since they never seemed to follow the moral high ground everyone else was obsessed with staying by.

“I don’t know, I think I like the idea of my enemies suddenly, mysteriously coming down with some sort of stomach ache or head cold more than I like fighting through them.” He crossed his arms with his regular grin plastered to his face.

True, maybe he could hold off his enemy without having to rely on his dirty tricks. When he was young there wasn’t a choice, but now he was stronger. His methods weren’t really for himself anymore, though.

“The enemy can’t stop me, no one has to die… Sounds like a win-win to me.”

Sure, there’s something to be said for avoiding bloodshed, but to Felix it seems that Claude’s schemes will only serve as temporary bandages over a bigger problem. When an opposing army has such strong ideals, a little bit of poison or illness may keep them down for a while, but it’s hardly a permanent solution. Does Claude really believe he can effect permanent change with parlor tricks, or is he truly just that softhearted that he can’t bear getting the job done? If the Alliance is full of people like Claude, no wonder they have trouble with their political clout.

“And what happens when the poison wears off?” Felix challenges, folding his arms across his chest. “You think a stomachache will change your enemies’ opinion of you? If you don’t kill an infestation quick, they’ll come back twice as strong.”

[monastery-mercenary-blog]

🐱 🎀

affection for teach || accepting

before claude touched her, she could hear him and sense his presence behind her. and out of the corner of her eye she had spotted his gaudy yellow attire as he approached.

so his hands in her hair was not entirely unexpected. strange, absolutely, but it felt... nice.

her hair was one of the few things she tried to take more care with. of course, she cut it herself with varying degrees of success, but she made sure to wash it and keep it clean always. it was very soft, and flowed between fingers like deep navy waves.

❛ i hear it is customary to ask before putting your hands on another's person. ❜ she comments offhandedly, the smallest of smirks crossing her face.

[monastery-mercenary-blog]

"Hey, Teach, we should try to convince the dining hall to throw a great feast tonight. What do you say?"

that causes her to stop, mouth half open to deny whatever lunatic idea he had.  her brow furrows and she presses her lips together.  what was he playing at?  was there something to celebrate?  was it an idea to boost morale before their mission this month?

❛ i am certain that if it were important enough, the cooks would oblige… but what are we wanting to throw a feast for, von riegan? ❜

byleth was mystified by him, as always, ❛ what are you scheming? ❜

[monastery-mercenary-blog]

Have a Little Bit of Faith

@tacticalschemer || @benevolent-angel

❛ von riegan, you’re not going to get out of this training.  i want you to learn faith magic so you are able to heal yourself on the battlefield.  you are not always going to be within range of marianne or any other healer, but you are a high priority target. ❜

byleth quirks a brow at him, ❛ have you forgotten our first meeting? ❜ 

she shakes her head, a slight smile on her face so he was aware that she was not seriously upset with him.  setting down the paperwork she had in her hands, byleth rounds her desk and leans against it as she speaks with her student.  she tilts her head toward mercedes, who was patiently waiting to speak.

❛ mercedes has offered her assistance in teaching you with me.  for now these lessons will be replacing your sword training.  we will be continuing your bow lessons, of course. ❜

[vonvarley-blog]

"If it isn't Bernadetta, I didn't expect to see you out and about. Since you're here want to chat? I don't think I've had a chance to talk with you yet."

“Wh-what?” Bernadetta froze for a second before spinning around. Shoot. She hadn’t meant to get caught while sneaking back to her room. She hadn’t meant to be seen out and about at all. She usually planned everything so carefully to avoid seeing people when she went to eat, but it looks like going out for a snack this time would be the death of her.

“Why would you want to chat with me? What do we have to chat about? Oh...oh god, this is a trap, isn’t it? You’re going to lure me into a nice chat but then someone is going to come up from behind while we’re talking and hit me in the head! Oh god!” Bernadetta shrieked as she fell into a ball, curling her arms over her head. “I don’t wanna die!”