The Future is not Written.

All is lost to us if Heaven fails. (Indie Lucina RP Blog. Please read the Timeline page.) (Semi Selective, Crossover Friendly, Multiple AU friendly) Current M!A: Possessed (Grima)

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[bashfuldaisies-blog]

( ✿ ) ~ "L-Lucina, no..!"

Kill her? He wanted to help her so desperately, but this wasn’t the way to do it! He took the Falchion and tossed it away. It landed a distance away, near his own sheathed sword.

"Lucina, I can’t do that.. I just can’t..” After all, when she was gone… who would he have? He’d be completely alone, besides a couple survivors… besides, who’d lead them after she was gone? They had no one…

"I’m sorry.. I.. I can’t do anything." 

There he was again, useless. Utterly useless.

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"I-Inigo..." It was the only way... She knew that fighting him was useless...  What's a god to a mere mortal? ... But... How could she give up so easily? Looking at him, she saw just how much he needed her... How alone he must feel... Like how she felt when Grima had her locked away inside herself... ... She wasn't going to let Grima seperate her from her friend... She had to fight... Somehow, Some way. "I-I... I won't let go Inigo!" "I'm not g-going to l-let him have me that easily!"

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[despairprogrammer]

"Um… I- I don’t want to die yet! I still have lots to do! W- Who are you?"

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I believe the person I'm inhabiting went by Lucina? Yes... Let's go with that.

[amipiai-deactivated20160624]

If the assassin did more than just breaking Lucina’s mask.

[jarupants]

when squad so hard that squad is in the nendoroid

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tumbling-pegasus-knight Chroms booty has taken over. All is lost for us.

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it just

keeps

happening

[koixchan]

I BLAME THIS AND THIS OKAY

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bashfuldaisies apologix The real RP struggles. True despaaaiiiirrrrrr

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((There needs to be more pics of lucina with more diverse emotional range. IDK if it's just me but like 80% of the pics I find are either smiling and or having a blank expression and that makes it REALLY HARD to do the dramatical rp stuff ya know?))

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[bashfuldaisies-blog]

  ( ✿ ) ~ "Lucina.."

Gods, why was he so powerless!? Here he was, standing right in front of one of his only remaining friends who was quite clearly in pain, yet he couldn’t do anything to help her. 

"I.. I’m so sorry Lucina… I can’t help you.. this is a battle you have to fight on your own, but I’ll do whatever you want. Anything you want, as long as it’ll help you beat him.."

[thehopeofylisstol]

That was it then... There wasn't anything he could do to help her get rid of him... That only meant one thing... She flipped Falchion around until the handle was facing Inigo. "T-Take it... Strike me down while you still can..." There would be no escaping Grima's hold... The only thing they could do now was to finish him while he was still held back. "I-I'd rather die then be his S-servant..."

[anechooffour]

((I always see the same like… three prompt lists going around and I wanted to do something different so send me a word and I’ll write a drabble of our muses based on that particular emotion. If you have any details you want included, you’re welcome to add them <3))

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((I'm like (21 away from 100 followers.)) ((Damn))

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Link was wondering about in the night in this unknown place. He shouldn’t be doing this at night, especially not knowing what lurks. He looks up into the sky to see the beautiful moon helping him as a nightlight. 

While not paying any attention to his ware abouts, he trips over an unknown object leading it to shatter. Then a somewhat familiar voice called out to him. But he couldn’t make out who.

"M-Meow…" he said trying to get away being a cat.

[thehopeofylisstol]

...Was Link trying to be a cat... Again? "That's still not a good cat impression..." "Link, what are you doing out here?" "Shouldn't you be back at the mansion sleeping?"

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[bashfuldaisies-blog]

( ✿ ) ~ She was back in control.. she was back.

Temporary relief flooded over him, but hearing her words reminded him that it wasn’t entirely over yet. The battle had just begun.

Approaching her cautiously, Inigo smiled softly. "Come on, Lucina… you can do it." He encouraged her, placing a hand over hers on the handle of the Falchion, slowly pushing it downwards. "Hang on in there, don’t let him beat you. You’re better than him.. stronger, too." 

He was powerless to help her in this fight… a feeling that felt horrible to him. However, he had to do whatever he could to support her.

"Do you remember that one time.. the time where I took you to that flower field, before the war worsened..? Back when flowers grew wildly, all over Ylisse? We promised we’d win back the land, and keep it beautiful for everyone. Even though most of the flowers are gone now.. I’m certain we can return it to its former glory.."

The myrmidon was surprised at how calm he was staying… in all other circumstances, he would’ve panicked, and probably fled, in all honesty. There was something that stopped him, stopped him from running away.. perhaps the need to help..?

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Memories of better times came flooding back to her... Gerome, Brady, Cynthia, Severa, Owain, Morgan... Everyone who had fought with her against Grima... Everyone who she had slain through his influence... "Ggh.... He won't... Shut up..."

"Make it stop... Make it stop!" She was trying so hard to fight back, to push him out and take back her body, but Grima would not relent... Maybe... Maybe there was only one other way.

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[bashfuldaisies-blog]

( ✿ ) ~ He braced himself for the final blow… but when it didn’t come, he opened his eyes, looking up. Seeing her hesitate caused a smile to cross his face. An unlucky expression, considering his current situation… though seeing that he finally got somewhere..

"And yet, the wings of despair and bringer of all doom can be stopped by a single human?" He commented quietly. "While many are dead… hope still remains. There’s still a chance, a chance we can turn things around and strike back. Lucina, I believe in you. Don’t let this monster win. Is that what your father, your mother and everyone else have wanted? Their sacrifices to be wasted on this… this snake with wings?"

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Hands trembling.... Lucina could do nothing but just stay there with her sword in the air... After a few moments, she spoke quietly, barely able to form sentences... "I...I-Inigo..." "H-Help me..." "I-It's so terrible... I-I can't do anything... It h-hurts so much Inigo... " Tears had started to form in her eyes, She didn't know how much longer she could hold Grima back before she was put back in that dark empty void he had kept her in... Trapped within her only body as she could only watch...

"P-please dear gods H-Help me!"

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thequeenofdespair onexwithxthexwinds timid-feroxi-dancer "Huh?" "Is anyone there?" It was odd for anyone to be traveling around this time of night... Well, including herself, but that was because of a strange bout of insomnia... Lucina thought maybe taking a walk would clear her head, but it seemed that she wasn't alone...

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( ✿ ) ~ ”I’m not afraid of death, Lucina. None of us are, I believe - we’ve been surrounded by it since we were young. First my parents… then the world… my friends, comrades, and not long ago, Morgan. I kept fighting anyway, but it turned out it was all for nothing. A lost cause.” Inigo smiled sadly. The end was inevitable now, considering Grima’s reaction… But maybe he could make some sort of difference before then.

"I remember every time fallen soldiers were brought through the camps to be buried.. Morgan would always speak up, saying that they were family who’d given up their lives so that we may live, and make a difference in this horrid world we live in. Small sacrifices for a greater good, it seemed at the time, but now? Just empty deeds."

He clenched his fists tight, looking down at the ground. He felt tears beginning to form, but he didn’t feel himself caring too much. Who was there to see them, anyway?

"Our friends and family died for us. But to you, Grima, it doesn’t make a difference, does it? More humans to toss away… Who cares, right? All these souls with empty, unfulfilled promises of change… Gone. It’s amazing, isn’t it? One minute a person can be alive with energy and dreams, and the next, they’re gone. A husk of nothing. What used to spout dreams and words of happiness… Gone, just like that.”

He took a moment to brush the hair out of his eyes. "You know, for a while, I was wondering if I’m even alive. Everything has been taken away from me. All my family, almost all my friends and comrades, yet, I still fight on. Their memories and dreams used to motivate me, but now… I feel nothing."

The myrmidon reached down to his belt, unclipping his sword and tossing it away several feet. "They say dying without a fight is dishonourable… But dying without fulfilling your promises to loved ones.. That’s even worse. Then again, what can I say? Empty words that’ll fall on deaf ears. I’ll say, I’m surprised you haven’t landed the final blow yet. Fortunately for you, I’m done talking. I’ve said what I’ve wanted… Choose to listen or not, that was your choice."

"So, you're choosing to die a cowards death rather then fight?" "Very well, but know this right before you meet your end. How you stand now, defeated, sword discarded, hopeless." ... Screaming... "This is how all who stand before me shall soon end up. I am the wings of Despair, the fell dragon who brings death to everyone. And no petty words will change that!" ...It's so loud... Slowly, Lucina began to approach Inigo, Sword withdrawn.

"Ylisse will fall under my wrath. And when only few remain, my glory will be known throughout!" ...It won't stop... She raised her sword,ready to strike him down. ...She won't... Stay... ... Lucina's hand did not move... It stood there raised in the air, trembling and hesitating. ... Quiet...