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Lysithea tries to avoid being locked into situations where direct action is required, like a promise, but in the case she does make one, she doesn’t break them lightly. She’d exhaust every possible route to a solution first, no matter how long it took--just for the sake of her own satisfaction (and not achieving it if the goal couldn’t be reached) before reporting back a failure.
THE HYENAS - What does your muse hunger for the most?
Normalcy. For her body to not betray her at every turn. For the ability to hold her own, to not be a burden on others. To not fear about death lurking around the next corner, of collapsing and never waking up again. Her greatest dream is to live a normal life, but by the time she’s entered the academy, she’s given up on that. It’s only brought back to life in meeting people like Linhardt, Hanneman, Byleth, and Edelgard--people who understand (maybe excluding Linhardt) and want to help her achieve the goal she’d given up on.
In every other support, Lysithea dies young--those four are the exceptions (and CF route) where Lysithea reclaims her dream, her goal and is able to live the full life she dreamed of.
CRUELLA DE VIL - What is your muse’s fashion style?
Whatever’s on hand. Lysithea doesn’t care about fancy clothing or high-end materials like some of the other nobles at the academy. Having grown up in circumstances where she’d wear the same dress to tatters because she had nothing else, Lysithea isn’t picky when it comes to clothing choices. She favors purple in color (it’s her favorite) but especially during her time at the academy, she doesn’t spare much thought for what she’s seen in outside of uniform.
MOTHER GOTHEL - Would your muse want to live forever? Why or why not?
No. To Lysithea, that seems as much as a curse as having too short a life. Instead of everyone forced to move on without her, she’d now be the one stuck as everyone around her died while she remained unchanging. Lysithea only wants to be able to live a normal life, without the constraints of her body failing her. Living forever sounds just as horrible as notl living long enough.
EVIL QUEEN - What would your muse give up if it meant they could take revenge on their worst enemy?
Everything. If Lysithea could exact revenge on TWSITD for what they did to her family, her siblings, to her, Lysithea would give up the rest of her short life. As long as she could ensure that others wouldn’t have to ever experience what she did and that her parents would be able to live in peace, Lysithea would give up anything she had to.
EVIL QUEEN - What would your muse give up if it meant they could take revenge on their worst enemy?
THE HUNTSMAN - Would your muse obey authority, or their morals?
LADY TREMAINE - What does it mean to their muse to carry on their legacy?
WICKED STEPSISTERS - Does your muse have siblings? How do they get along?
MALEFICENT - What is the cruelest thing your muse has ever done? What is the cruelest thing they’re capable of?
DIAVAL - What animal relates most to your muse?
GASTON - What does your muse love most about themselves?
LEFOU - What does your muse love most in other people?
HADES - Does your muse have a hot or cool temper?
PAIN & PANIC - How anxious is your muse?
CAPTAIN HOOK - Does your muse have any triggers?
MR. SMEE - How helpful is your muse?
JAFAR - How far has your muse gone for power?
IAGO - What’s your muse’s least favorite food?
CRUELLA DE VIL - What is your muse’s fashion style?
HORACE & JASPER - How well does your muse work in a team?
URSULA - What does your muse do for a living?
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM - How important is family to your muse?
PRINCE HANS - How does the first impression your muse gives off differ from their true selves?
DUKE OF WESELTON - What’s the strangest way someone has misspent or mispronounced your muse’s name?
MOTHER GOTHEL - Would your muse want to live forever? Why or why not?
THE STABBINGTON BROTHERS - What reasons would make your muse choose to follow someone?
YZMA - What’s the biggest mistake your muse has made?
KRONK - Does your muse know how to bake?
SCAR - Does your muse make promises they can’t keep? How often?
THE HYENAS - What does your muse hunger for the most?
GOVERNOR RATCLIFFE - What would your muse do with unlimited gold?
WIGGINS - Does your muse pay close attention, or are they clueless?
PRINCE JOHN - Does your muse act their age?
SHERRIF OF NOTTINGHAM - How corrupt is your muse? What could corrupt them?
DR. FACILIER - Does your muse have any supernatural connections?
LAWRENCE - What would make your muse switch sides?
BILL SYKES - How much social power does your muse have?
MOR’DU - How much physical power does your muse have?
SHERE KHAN - How intimidating is your muse? Are people often correct when assessing their power?
RATIGAN - What’s your muse’s criminal record?
AMOS SLADE - Is your muse a cat or a dog person?
MADAME MEDUSA - How does your muse feel about children?
EDGAR - How entitled is your muse?
CLAUDE FROLLO - Is your muse law-abiding?
TE-KA - Is your muse misunderstood?
SHAN YU - How does your muse feel about war?
CLAYTON - How far has your muse traveled?
QUEEN OF HEARTS - What’s your muse’s favorite color?
MADAM MIM - How mentally stable is your muse?
CHERNABOG - What’s your muse’s greatest nightmare?
Ghost of You//Lysithea x Dimitri [flashback]
kingoftempests:
Starter for @crestcurse
Sunlight illuminated the floating dust particles as Dimitri straightened out the creases on his new Academy uniform. It was his first day as a student at Garreg Mach, and there was no room for error. Shoulders back and head high, he exited his dorm, ready to face the day splayed before him.
The sun beat down on the back of Dimitri’s neck as he stepped out of his dorm. It was a noted difference between the cloudy and grey weather he’d grown accustomed to in Faerghus, but perhaps he could grow accustomed to this, too. He scanned the lawn, trying to remember which turn to take for his first class.
And then.
A shock of white hair reeled his attention from his periphery. Before the blond could even comprehend what he was seeing, he felt his chest tighten. Could it… be? His feet were moving forward, seemingly on their own. “El?” His voice was hoarse, as if remembering how to shape the name as he uncharacteristically stumbled over his steps. He nearly careened over himself as he ran over towards the silhouette. “El, I–!” The young prince’s voice caught in his throat. He had run towards the specter of his past, if only to grasp the safety of dance lessons and the softness of a time long gone.
The woman–a girl, really–who stood in his grasp was a stranger. While she had the same hair as the sister who left him, she was not the sister he met all those years ago. “I… Forgive me,” he stuttered, releasing his grasp and offering a quick bow. “I mistook you for someone else. I hope I did not startle you.”
Garreg Mach Monastery. She’d made it. Even if Hanneman had discovered her secret on the first day...at least he’d promised to keep it to himself. Lysithea couldn’t deny the anxiety that wracked her body whenever she thought about the Church discovering the abomination that she was.
She swore to herself that she wouldn’t fail, that she’d gain every piece of knowledge she could get her hands on to support her parents, to make up for lost time. For the little time she had left.
Lysithea hardly registered the voice echoing across the green until there was a shadow looming over her, causing her to whirl in surprise. El? Who was she? She recognized the man, of course--the Blue Lions house leader, Prince Dimitri of Faerghus.
“It’s alright...” Confused, Lysithea blinked up at him--he clearly was desperate to see this El person. “I’m Lysithea von Ordelia. From the Leicester Alliance. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I’m sorry I’m not who you thought I was.”
She hesitated for a moment, debating whether she should ask...would it be rude? “Who is this El, anyways? Does she go here?” Why was she even asking? Lysithea didn’t have the time to track down some random girl for the Prince of Faerghus, she hardly had enough time as it was.
» two sweet peas in a pod
sweettoothforhire:
starter for @crestcurse
Gaius intended to do this discretely.
The kitchen was normally busy, but with enough patience, it eventually frees up and he can sneak in for some baking. He liked the chefs of Fodlan but sometimes, a man needs to bake his own pies.
Ingredients ready, he proceeded to the kitchen ready to do some sweet, sweet baking. If his analysis was correct, it should be empty right around this time–
“…” He almost dropped the lollipop in his mouth when he sees someone inside. Not that there was much– in fact, it was just one student. There was room for one person baking, but he preferred it more if he was by himself.
Still, beggars can’t be choosers, and if he passes this opportunity along, it’d be too long until the next one.
“Mind if I join you?” He knocks on the wooden tables to make his presence known before putting down the ingredients he prepared for today. “Won’t take long with mine. Just need to bake a pie.” Or two.
Lysithea started at the noise, head quickly turning to face Gaius, cheeks heated in embarrassment at being caught. “I--I’ll be leaving shortly, I’m just watching this cake for a friend, that’s all.” Goddess forbid he learn that she was planning to stuff her face later with her latest recipe. “They should be back soon.”
She refused to look the stranger in the eyes, only vaguely recognizing him from around the Monastery. “I don’t care what you do.” Though she was intrigued by the notion of pie. It seemed he was just as much of an aficionado of sweets as she was--not that Lysithea would ever admit that.
“...” She hesitates momentarily, finally looking at her newfound companion. “Just out of curiosity, what kind of pie are you making?” Not that she cared. Definitely not. And she definitely didn’t want to try any either. She wasn’t a child, after all.
"Hey Lysithea, are you okay? You look hurt." The mercenary-to-be gingerly approached the young mage out of concern. She had noticed the limp in her step from across the field and thought she might be in need of help. She knew of Lysithea's reluctancy to be, 'treated as a child' as she called it, but now didn't seem to be the time for complaints. "If you'd like I can carry you to wherever you're going right now?"
“Huh?” Her leg throbbed uncomfortably--she’d tripped on the stupid uneven ground, badly twisting her ankle during training. How humiliating. “I’m fine. Why would you think otherwise?” She knew as well as anyone she was limping, but far be it from Lysithea to actually admit she needed assistance. “I don’t need to be carr--” As if on cue, Lysithea’s leg gave out, causing her to stumble, scraping the heels of her palms as she caught her fall, quickly righting herself. Red faced, she turned her head pointedly away from Leonie, arms crossed over her chest to hide the bleeding.
“I’m fine. And I certainly don’t need any help from you.” By all the saints and the Goddess herself, Lysithea would never allow herself to be carried by Leonie again. Even the memory of it was mortifying. “Look, don’t you have better things to be doing?” ( @rivclry )
bittersweet; the pains of past
News spreads like wildfire at Garreg Mach. Even as isolated as she tries to make herself, Lysithea hears the news within hours.
Thoron. Seizure. Coma.
She feels bile rising in her throat as she slams her book shut and flees the library, taking refuge in the safety of her room. But the ghosts filter in, floating in the shadows cast by the bright sun--how could the world still turn?--and she again finds herself running.
The kitchens. Keep your mind focused. She surprises some of the kitchen staff as she barges in, ignoring them all as she grabs the flour, sugar...list the ingredients. Focus.
The worst part is the waiting. The excruciating time when the cake is in the oven and there’s nothing left to do. Nothing except think.
With shaking hands she brings the treat to the infirmary, standing like a statue over his bed. It’s all so familiar. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more...”
She’s not sure she’s talking to Felix anymore.
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING
“You. Me. Cuddle. Now.”
“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”
“I’m scared, hold me!”
“I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?”
“Tickle war has been declared!”
“Bunny pyjamas, really?”
“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”
“Come on, just one bite.”
“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”
“I never imagined you were so… ticklish.”
“You’re so huggable.”
“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”
“Have you fallen asleep on me?”
“Am I dead?”
“Another one?”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Are you afraid of God?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Are you lost?”
“Are you really that shallow?”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Are you sure there were no…
“How do you really feel about me?”
“Can’t you pretend to love me this once?”
“Would you care if I was gone?”
“Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?”
“I can’t take this any longer. Help me.”
“Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?”
“You’ll stay alone if you push others away.”
“How many lives have you taken with your own hands?”
“Just for today. Please.”
“You’re the only one who’s never called me that…”
“We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!”
“I… have loved you this whole time.”
“Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all.”
“Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness.”
“You give me meaning, even if you take it away.”
“Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me.”
“Woah, when did you get that?”
“Who did this to you?”
“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
“You’re saying this was an accident?”
“What a shiner!”
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”
“Let me kiss it better.”
“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
“Another fight?”
“What happened to your face?”
“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“Why are you so calm about this?”
“You’re bleeding!”
“What are friends for, ey?”
“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
“You need to look where you’re going.”
“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
“How could you be so careless?”
“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
“H-how many of them were there?”
“Do you want to build a snowman?”
“The past is in the past.”
“I’m where I’m meant to be.”
“I know you!”
“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”
“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”
“For once, it might be grand to have someone understand.”
“Just look at the world around you!”
“Someday my prince will come.”
“If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?”
“If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”
“But you’ll never know me.”
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
"Are you lost?"
“N-No!” Lysithea turned red in the face, looking pointedly away from Ingrid. “Of course I’m not lost, don’t be daft.” She was lost. Totally, completely lost. On campus, in the middle of the night. “I’m heading back to the dorms, though. You can accompany me if you’d like.” ( @ingridbgalatea )
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING
“You. Me. Cuddle. Now.”
“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”
“I’m scared, hold me!”
“I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?”
“Tickle war has been declared!”
“Bunny pyjamas, really?”
“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”
“Come on, just one bite.”
“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”
“I never imagined you were so… ticklish.”
“You’re so huggable.”
“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”
“Have you fallen asleep on me?”
“Am I dead?”
“Another one?”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Are you afraid of God?”
“Are you crazy?”
“Are you lost?”
“Are you really that shallow?”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Are you sure there were no…
“How do you really feel about me?”
“Can’t you pretend to love me this once?”
“Would you care if I was gone?”
“Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?”
“I can’t take this any longer. Help me.”
“Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?”
“You’ll stay alone if you push others away.”
“How many lives have you taken with your own hands?”
“Just for today. Please.”
“You’re the only one who’s never called me that…”
“We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!”
“I… have loved you this whole time.”
“Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all.”
“Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness.”
“You give me meaning, even if you take it away.”
“Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me.”
“Woah, when did you get that?”
“Who did this to you?”
“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
“You’re saying this was an accident?”
“What a shiner!”
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”
“Let me kiss it better.”
“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
“Another fight?”
“What happened to your face?”
“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“Why are you so calm about this?”
“You’re bleeding!”
“What are friends for, ey?”
“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
“You need to look where you’re going.”
“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
“How could you be so careless?”
“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
“H-how many of them were there?”
“Do you want to build a snowman?”
“The past is in the past.”
“I’m where I’m meant to be.”
“I know you!”
“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”
“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”
“For once, it might be grand to have someone understand.”
“Just look at the world around you!”
“Someday my prince will come.”
“If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?”
“If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”
“But you’ll never know me.”
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
what lurks in the shadows
vonvestra:
Muscles tensed and poised to strike all at once unwound, hostility melted away to amusement, which - as Lysithea’s voice broke and her body trembled violently with her terror - soon faded as well. Hubert stepped back from her. There was no time to scoff at her silly accusations, or to play his pranks like he often did when others bought rumors about his life as an undead. While he relished in terrifying his classmates especially, those encounters were harmless. Rather, they only made the empty circle wider around him at social events, or sent others fleeing from Edelgard with a well-practiced glare.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere, but Lysithea’s reaction was different. By naming him a vampire, he was more than a monster, but a living nightmare come to kill her when the ghouls of her dreams could not.
“I know that you shouldn’t exist.”
Confusion mingled with the frown that crossed his lips.
“Do you find me that abominable?”
But Lysithea wasn’t even seeing him anymore. Her eyes stared past him, through him, horrified. Beyond horrified. Bernadetta had fainted on him before, but this…
“Lysithea,” he tried calling her name, to see her look at him again. His feet hesitated - she had crossed the boundary where her fear was more than just some light amusement for him, and he was certain that if he moved, she would fall to pieces on the ground right before him. Yet the ease with which he would be able to carry her back to the monastery if she were unconscious could not be overlooked.
“Please… go away…”
“You followed me.” Frown deepened, but bewilderment rather than hostility colored his tone. “I’ve no interest in hurting you. Go back to the monastery.”
Her name floats through the air and she screams, hands batting away the phantoms that closed in on her, pure terror radiating through every bone in her body. Goddess, what was she even doing out....wait, where was she? Every looming tree was lost in the encroaching ghosts, hands swatting at thin air as she tried to swipe at a memory.
Leda. Himalia. Dia. Ersa.
She’d outlived them all, only to be thrown away like trash by the mages who tortured them. They followed her in the shadows, screaming at her.
Why was it you?
I deserved to live!
“I know....I’m sorry....please....I’m sorry....” The shadows were fading into the cover of night, the visions growing more solid before her, their screams filling the quiet of the forest.
Forest? She was....in a forest. ....you followed me.... Who was that? Someone...was here? Followed? Why would she follow someone into the forest?
“Hrrg...” Lysithea clutched at her head, pale fingers tangled in her hair as she fought to regain her bearings. “No...you’re....you’re not real.” Her voice cracked with a sob. “You’re dead...you’re dead.”
She blinked hard, her vision clearing the slightest bit. There was someone in front of her? “Hu...bert?” Why was he here, in her darkest nightmares? The forest...Hubert...she was missing something, the key piece--but...why couldn’t she think? Lysithea let out a sob, tears finally streaming down her cheeks as she sunk to her knees.
Go back to the monastery. I can’t. I don’t know how. Why is this happening? “H--Help...me....”
Send A Number to Experience One of My Muse’s Memories
Memories are vignettes for one’s past, and often times, they are very telling.
1. Their First Memory 2. A memory of their father 3. A memory of their mother 4. A memory of a sibling 5. A memory of a pet 6. A turning point in their life 7. A memory they want to forget 8. A hazy memory 9. A photographic memory 10. A disappointing memory 11. A memory that may or may not have happened 12. A happy memory 13. A memory of a friend 14. A memory of a relationship 15. A heartbreaking memory 16. A memory that makes them angry 17. A memory of something they regret 18. A memory they’d love to change 19. A memory of someone they don’t see anymore 20. A memory of someone who is deceased 21. A memory of the first time they did an activity they love 22. A childhood memory 23. A school day memory 24. A holiday memory 25. A birthday memory 26. A memory they want to share 27. A memory of something they’re proud of 28. A memory that strains a relationship 29. A memory they can’t let themselves forget 30. Asker’s choice 31. Writer’s choice
"wont you dance with me, lysithea?" she implores, unconsciously rocking on the heels of her feet in anticipation. there's a magical quality about the both of them that cannot be explained so much as it can be felt. the connection, something like a shared affinity of sorts, sara believes to be a current running deeper than simple house comaraderie. "i think you're really pretty." // 💃
Cheeks flare a brilliant red at Sara’s statement--said so casually, as though it wasn’t something so embarrassing to hear. “I-I....” Her eyes are drawn to her companion’s stark white hair, quickly darting back to the floor. “I don’t know how to dance. I never had a chance to learn, growing up. I’d rather not make a fool of myself in front of the entire Officer’s Academy.”
She winces at the unintended harshness of her words, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “I...I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. I-If you’d like to dance, I suppose I can indulge you, but I don’t know the first thing about it, so don’t blame me if I step on your feet.” ( @prayerwitch )
"Hey Lysithea!" Hilda chirps as she approaches the other Deer, holding a plate of sweet buns. "I have a trade to propose!"
She accepts the plate with a sigh--she’ll never turn down sweets, already pulling out her signet ring and parchment. “I suppose this is what you’re here for? Well, fine. But only if you stamp mine as well.” The violet dress her parents had sent her was stiff and unfamiliar, but Lysithea couldn’t help but feel the excitement that permeated the ballroom. She’d never gotten a chance to attend these things growing up...but she found herself content to watch the others dance, absorbing the details of what felt like a world she’d never been able to touch. ( @flowerofgoneril )
