third time's the charm.

"you honor me with your fealty. i will not falter again. we shall answer this outrage!" chrom of awakening. affiliated with pp. room 302.

[cordisque-blog]

please read!

in case anyone was wondering, the masterlist is not purposefully gone. someone’s hacked/deleted the blog and we’re working on getting it back up as soon as possible! we’re terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but you’re absolutely free to keep roleplaying and continuing your threads. this is inevitably disappointing, but we’ll be back and stronger than ever! 

anyhow, if you could reblog this and let it circulate for other members to be in the know that would be greatly appreciated. if you have any questions feel free to find me on my personal twitter! (spoopysora) thanks for understanding and being a great participant in our group as a whole. we still have so much in store and this isn’t anywhere near a big setback! 

[tierexalt]

since fr is down for maintenance COUGH i need a new method of finding an excuse not to study. that is, i don't want to study... not yet. uh. LIKE THIS if you want a lil event thread with ol' chrom? :'D cap at 3?!?!!!

[cantuus]

覚醒押しメン

[thorntongue]

♔regium | maribelle & chrom

[thorntongue]

The sight of the man who was now certainly none other than Ylisse’s prince turning to face her did nothing to assuage Maribelle’s dismay. Perhaps later, when the feelings of shock had faded, she could be proud of this — a sign that she was more selfless than selfish. As much as she longed for companionship, she would rather face this strange world alone than leave her home without its protector.

He seemed just as shocked to see her as she was him, which was also no large comfort. Had Chrom been here alone, as well..? For how long? If he’d been here as long as she had, the army had been given ample time to fall into disarray. She tried to urge such thoughts from her mind, as it would not do to lose her composure in front of her superior; Frederick was assumably still with them, as was her dear Lissa. A great number of her dear friends and comrades, in fact. Surely, they could make do without the guidance of their leader?

Yes, of course. She took a breath and calmed a bit, only to have it stop in her throat when Prince Chrom reached out and poked her. She very nearly spluttered, face turning bright red. Had anyone else touched her without warning, they would have received a whip-like verbal snap that would leave their pride smarting for days, but Chrom was no low-born brigand attempting to sully her honor. He was her social superior!

…Though her reverie was somewhat broken by the fact that he had felt the need to touch her shoulder to confirm her existence.

"Is there… something amiss, my lord?"

[tierexalt]

          Maribelle voices her confusion, and the prince of Ylisse couldn't be any              more embarrassed at the moment. Flushing a bright red that stains even              his neck, Chrom stumbles back with one hand covering his mouth in what              seems like a combination of both horror and humiliation.             "Er, no, I-- that is--!" In front of someone as petite as she, it was quite the              comical sight: the commander of an entire halidom was reduced into a             panicking man with little to no excuse for his immature behavior. In the end,              Chrom hangs his head low shamefully. "I'm sorry. Forgive me, Maribelle--             I had been convinced that I was stranded here and that no comrade of mine              would be found in these lands; that is, not as their real selves, at least." 

            Deep breaths are taken. Slowly, with each exhale, the prince regains his              composure and straightens his posture to regard Maribelle with the proper             respect she deserved. "First things first. Are you all right? You haven't been             harmed, have you?" He frets, but is mindful of Maribelle's pride and ability             to take care of herself.  

[ironrust-blog]

robotics

[ironrust-blog]

Volkner almost finds it funny—no one’s pulled that speech on him since he was ten and here he is, in his twenties, caught almost red handed trying to pick up a robot. Adding on to the amusement, when Volkner looks at the lad, he notes that he probably isn’t even all that older than him, if not the same age.

Of course, he knows stealing isn’t a very good idea in this situation. And he also knows that he probably won’t make it that far trying to tug the junk to his room, nor would his room mate like having their flat occupied by metal parts and gears. It was a bad joke, really— he just didn’t expect anyone to actually hear him. Though, seeing his reaction, Volkner finds no harm in playing along with this now prank.

"It’s.. for science," He nods at him, "And I’m just borrowing it.”

[tierexalt]

          "Oh," Chrom pipes up, visibly relaxing at the other's vague explanation.                It wasn't much of an answer, sure, but it was better than nothing, right?              And the prince was well-known for giving strangers the benefit of the               doubt... "Is that all, then? Why don't I give you a hand?"               Earnestly, Chrom steps up and sizes up the metallic humanoid-like              thing with a nod. "There's nothing wrong with being curious. They                wouldn't punish you for doing something that might end up being               beneficial for them in some way, would they?" The prince's optimism              is usually contagious, but perhaps not the most advised. He always               tended to overshoot and land himself in peril.             "Curiosity might have killed the cat, but if someone's watching, then it               should be more than fine." The blond's quiet, yet devious atmosphere               is something Chrom is hardly unfamiliar to; his own tactician bore the               same aura. He smiles at the memory of his dear friend, before turning               to the other while heaving the clunky robot over one shoulder.              "So, where to, man of science?"

[oikawaas]

by シジマ

※Permission to upload this was given by the artist.

[ironrust-blog]

robotics

Having a restless mind, there’s always a need to take his next work to a higher level, improve his skills further, to create something absolutely new. For a while, Volkner had stuck to just renovations and what not, but now he’s decided that time has come for him to try something entirely different. So, here he is in Tomorrow Land, fingers poking at his chin while his eyes firm on of the robots. 

"You’re pretty cool, huh?" He mutters and the machine says something that Volkner vaguely interprets it as a thank you of some sort.

"Think anyone would notice if I took you out of here?"

[tierexalt]

      "Um, can I ask what you might be doing?"           Arms are crossed as he watches this man approach one of the gimmicks          that aren't of flesh and bone so confidently. A bit creepy, the prince thinks,           but he wasn't one to openly judge.           In case this man was unnecessarily hostile, Chrom puts both hands up in          a sign of peace. "I'm not the owner or anything... but I think taking things           without permission in a place like this isn't a very good idea...?"

[exordiux-deactivated20190705]

    “What is more thrilling than a woman with — a fiery nature?”      Gilgamesh laughs at his own joke, or taunt. He had the      ability to intervene and provide the aid that the man desired..     ..but he was not the most generous hero in history. So he     would sit and watch — it was not because of his own cruelty.     He felt that Chrom could do it on his own — for some time.     If it got boring, maybe he would consider lending a hand.       “What’s wrong? I know a woman who is able to slay a dragon.            Surely you have more if not equal capability to do so..”     

[tierexalt]

      "You mock me, I see," Chrom grits out once he's at a safe distance.           A heavy exhale through his nostrils shows the prince's attempt at           calming himself and being the bigger person: an act he was not           unfamiliar with. "I don't enjoy women that have my head on a platter           as their main interest, unfortunately. It would be a bit meaningless           if I'm the first to die when I'm to pass on the bloodline of my Halidom."          The Ylissean prince sizes up Gilgamesh with a firm look. "I do not          doubt your strength. Nor do I doubt my own. But wouldn't this be a--"          he ducks without breaking eye contact, reflecting back a blow with         one hand to maneuver Falchion, "--quicker job with our strengths           combined? Just some food for thought."

[thorntongue]

♔regium | maribelle & chrom

In the short time she had been here, Maribelle had found this place most disagreeable. From the unscrupulous manner of her arrival, to her strange lodging, to the odd, clammy atmosphere that hung over even the brightest halls of the place, nothing seemed to have gone her way since the night she had gone to sleep in her tent in Ylisse, and the morning she had woken up here.

Most discomforting of all, however, was her loneliness. This place would be more than bearable, enjoyable, even, had her precious Lissa been with her. Even the presence of clumsy Sumia or distasteful Vaike would have been a considerable blessing, a boon to help her find her way in a place that could not have been less familiar. She had to assume that they were back home, fighting on as always — mourning her loss greatly, needless to say, as she had never been anything short of invaluable — and wishing for one of them to materialize by her side was incredibly selfish. Still, she had continued to do so. It wasn’t as though her futile hope alone was enough to lose them the Halidom.

What was, perhaps, enough to achieve that end was the sight in front of her.

"M-My Lord! My Lord Chrom!" she exclaimed in disbelief. Even as her heart urged her to leap forward, as close to the vision as she could, her legs remained rooted to the spot. "Could you really be — ?" As one part of her swelled with hope that her eyes weren’t deceiving her, another part begged all the gods that they were. If Chrom were to find his way here as she had, she would have the company she had longed for, but Ylisse would be missing its prince. Its leader in a time of great strife.

"Oh, Gods, this is awful!!" she cried out, with no thought to how those words could be construed by someone without the ability to read minds.

[tierexalt]

           He supposed he could get used to this place, you know, if he considered            this all naught but a nightmare. Yes, perhaps that was the key of getting             through this seemingly endless torture of solitude and floating name tags             and the like: treating it like the impossibility it was.             Okay, he could manage that. Maybe. He was no child, and as upcoming            commander of an army, Chrom would have to be able to get through this             ordeal with little to no sweat. No pressure, right?             And in the middle of all his quiet murmurs of self-motivation, pacing around            nervously on worn soil, he thinks he hears Maribelle's voice in the back of            his head. Pah! He was certainly beginning to go mad, wasn't he? As if it was            appropriate to imagine the Duke of Themis' daughter talking in his brain!             He barely had time to talk sense into himself!             But when the voice (which, as a note, is very convincing when you're alone             in an isolated park thinking of nothing but your friends and family) expresses            disgust for either him or the situation they were in, it was too real, too alike             for the prince to not look over his shoulder in complete disbelief.             At the sight of the respectable lady in pink, Chrom's eyes widen as though            he's seen a ghost. "M-Maribelle--?!" 

         "But how can that be...?" questions he, slowly approaching the other with a            skeptical look. A gloved hand dares to poke and prod, as if to test his theory           of her being a spiritual being-- and immediately regrets it when he's met with            a solid body. Oh, boy. That was not very princely of him...

[nintendo-box]

[exordiux-deactivated20190705]

    Alas, he had the greatest misfortune to catch the    attention of the King of Heroes himself. He could help     him and be true to his name.. or pursue the pleasure    of watching the man before him run around like a    chicken without its head. The answer was obvious and    made without hesitation. A playboy pursued nothing but    pleasure.             ” No — ah. Would you look at that?                It seems you’ve caught the eyes               of a fair maiden. Shall I leave you two?”  

[tierexalt]

      "If this is truly what you would call a fair maiden, then I pray I'm never alive          to see what you would define as a crossed one!" The creature swipes for          his head, and luckily, Chrom dodges back just in time.          With a shout, he manages to shove back the dragon. "In fact-- I wouldn't          mind a bit of interference-- ugh!" An onslaught of flames singes his arm,          but the captain waves it off with a huff as he readies his sword again.         "You're a wicked man to sit back and enjoy one's misery, you know."

[lxnginus]

⊰⚔☢⊱ “Th’ fuck y’mean by tha…”               Just before he could even pose that question, that roar was enough to draw his               attention to front and center. A dragon? Now that had him interested, given he is               about ready to start charging off if their little chat went nowhere fast.              “I ‘unno, I say jus’ try an’ kick th’ damn things ass instead of fuckin’ ‘round ‘ere.” It               might not be a wise choice to ask him of all people to assist with a dragon of all               beasts. The lancer is not exactly the brightest after all.               Besides, he isn’t one for running, he’s one for action.

[tierexalt]

       Chrom feels like his ears are going to fall off from such vulgar language before          he even gets a chance to land a hit on the oncoming dragon. Was that common          around here? Stunning people into being defeated by giant aggravated beasts?           Well, he would have none of that.          "Good sir, I beg your pardon, but I'm one man against a giant beast. I assure you          I'm not trying to fool around-- it's just, it would be helpful to have an extra pair of--"          Chrom ducks from a sudden burst of flames. "--arms!" 

[tierexalt]

      "By the gods, can you help me out? My own name won't stop following me.”         And it's true-- the strange display of 'chrom' won't seem to disappear, no matter         how many times he tries to slash it with his sword or wave it off. It just follows          his head without a word. How is he supposed to handle this? Was this a hex?!         "There's a dragon coming after my head, but never you mind that-- do you know         how to get rid of it?" A roar sounds in the near distance. Very near, actually.          It might be better to run, but Chrom's eyes are locked onto you.

[tierexalt]

       "I can't get out...?"           What's that, prince charming? You have a halidom you need to be in charge of?          Say goodbye to your princely duties, whether you like it or not: because you're           in for the ride of your life. There will be no damsels in distress here, that much           is crystal clear. Only yourself.         "That can't be. I need to get out."           It doesn't seem like he's yet convinced of his own situation. Heck, he wasn't           exactly dressed for the occasion of wandering around in some amusement park,           either! Just what had he done to land himself in such a bizarre place? Perhaps           it was Naga testing his capabilities? But why now, of all times? Ylisse was in           times of war: Chrom couldn't afford to be away from his country not a minute           longer. And yet, here he was-- completely helpless and stranded.           He sighs. Frustrated, one hand grips the hilt of Falchion tightly. But what will           drawing his weapon in an unfamiliar land do for him? He will only be seen as          hazardous by the natives... or worse, the enemy. Chrom thinks twice before           leaving the fabled sword in its sheath. "Calm down," he breathes out, "Don't          panic. A leader must never rest, never surrender, and most of all, never stop          learning. Right. This is all just a learning experience."          But even with his own self-assurance, every quiet minute eventually turns into          an hour of self-doubt. Chrom can't help but worry about his friends and family.          Were they all safe? Alive, even? Was he alive?           Armor clinks heavily with each step, and eventually, he stops to stare up into          the sky, silent as ever. No response, huh?         "So be it." There was only one way to find out. With determination re-instilled           into himself, Chrom bravely ventures forth into the unknown to search for the          answers to his questions. 

[tierexalt]

[barleytea]

making cute princes say vulgar things 

[c-dra]

Chrom, as requested by nymph-child. I hope you’re having a speedy recovery from your wisdom teeth surgery bby. \( ;  u ;)/ <333