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       > In the lost world: the first day

       Charlotte was lost in her head as she made her way towards the barracks. She didn’t like magic, she’d never liked magic, and after that last battle, she most certainly hated and feared it like never before.

       Those warriors–they were ghosts, they weren’t real. They disappeared before her eyes when she drove her axe through them, bursting into a fine mist that shocked her and left her empty of the feeling she’d become accustomed to, of knowing there was one less enemy standing between her and seeing the sunrise again. In fact, they’d all done the same; turned to smoke in front of her eyes. Who was to say they’d been destroyed at all? Very quickly, the berserker felt sick with dread.

       Charlotte ducked into a narrow alley between the armory and mess hall as the lunch she’d eaten before the battle evacuated her system. She did her best to keep quiet, and once she’d finished she sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, swearing faintly and cursing her circumstances in her head. This was a shameful display, and though Charlotte was alone her face burned with anger and humiliation.

       This was far from her first fight–she wasn’t some unblooded whelp, still suckling at her mother’s breast and not knowing which way to point the bladed end of an axe. Charlotte was an experienced fighter, and this wasn’t the first time she’d been witness to arcane and horrifying magic–she was a Nohrian, for the Dusk Dragon’s sake! She should be better than this, or so she told herself, as she attempted to shake off her anxieties and continue to her quarters.

       So why was her chest so tight?

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“It’s almost midnight.”

        ❤ → “Oh my, already?” She knew that, of course, because she had eyes and could see the moon just as well as Ike could, but Charlotte didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to think of this new recruit, but sentry duty was sentry duty, and Charlotte almost felt honor-bound to act the way she always did. “We should get going, then,” she said, cheerful and innocent, as she stood, dusted off her sparse clothing, and delicately picked up the axe that really looked far too big to be handled so daintily. Clearing her throat, she figured she ought to try and melt the ice a little. “So, where is it you said you were from?” ← ♜

[axefairest]

       ❤ → “I see it’s going to be one of those nights.” ← ♜

[axefairest]

3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

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       > In the lost world: the first day

       Charlotte was lost in her head as she made her way towards the barracks. She didn’t like magic, she’d never liked magic, and after that last battle, she most certainly hated and feared it like never before.

       Those warriors--they were ghosts, they weren’t real. They disappeared before her eyes when she drove her axe through them, bursting into a fine mist that shocked her and left her empty of the feeling she’d become accustomed to, of knowing there was one less enemy standing between her and seeing the sunrise again. In fact, they’d all done the same; turned to smoke in front of her eyes. Who was to say they’d been destroyed at all? Very quickly, the berserker felt sick with dread.

       Charlotte ducked into a narrow alley between the armory and mess hall as the lunch she’d eaten before the battle evacuated her system. She did her best to keep quiet, and once she’d finished she sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, swearing faintly and cursing her circumstances in her head. This was a shameful display, and though Charlotte was alone her face burned with anger and humiliation.

       This was far from her first fight--she wasn’t some unblooded whelp, still suckling at her mother’s breast and not knowing which way to point the bladed end of an axe. Charlotte was an experienced fighter, and this wasn’t the first time she’d been witness to arcane and horrifying magic--she was a Nohrian, for the Dusk Dragon’s sake! She should be better than this, or so she told herself, as she attempted to shake off her anxieties and continue to her quarters.

       So why was her chest so tight?

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       { i’m feelin a little down bc of irl stuff rn, give this a like if you want charlotte in your inbox?? }

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                                                    Hey, if your wings are  BROKEN                                           Please  TAKE MINE  so yours can open, too                                                      Cause I’m gonna stand by you.

                                          indie  |  private  Kazahana/Hana.  penned by jenna.

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                                  HEY EVERYBODY, it’s a new indie Ike blog here!!  i’d feel ever so gracious if you could smash that reblog or like button to get the word out, && i look forward to meeting and threading with you in the future!!

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Hey it’s that sequel that no one really wanted but happened anyways, I’m coming back. This is a blog for Oboro from Fire Emblem written by Tobi! It’d be great if you could like/reblog this cause I’m trying to get back into the fandom and find new people to rp with. Thanks so much!

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divincr:

             “You come to Orochi seeking wealth and love?” Orochi said, leaning forward on her table a bit, chin resting against her chin. She observed the other woman, mainly in her body. She dressed somewhat provocatively, even as a Warrior class. Her face seemed shy, though, contradicting her appearance. “Take a seat, Charlotte.”

       ❤ → For once, Charlotte didn’t really bother with a facade as she wordlessly sat in front of the diviner as instructed, her face serious and reflecting her sincere hesitation and anticipation, especially under the other woman’s piercing gaze. In the slums of Nohr, it was thought that Hoshidan mages, called whatever they were, could read minds and cast curses and blessings as gods would. So Charlotte was a little...nervous. Taking a deep breath, Charlotte reminded herself that she had sought this out, that this was probably meaningless--just a good bit of fun, and cast out an innocent smile once again. “Um, so, what do I need to do?” ← ♜

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       ❤ → “Shit shit shit...maybe if I skip breakfast and just slip in to see my hours as if nothing’s happened, they won’t notice I’ve ditched my last three shifts...” What could she say? Prison air murders her pores and hair, and besides, Corrin always ended up asking her to “persuade” their captors to their side...which always ended in lots of screaming and chair-throwing. Could you blame a girl for wanting to miss that? ← ♜

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       ❤ → “Listen, what’s the point in saying we found an enemy scout if we don’t take him back for questioning? I mean, it’s dangerous to let an enemy with potential information about us wander around!” Plus, imagine how grateful all the higher-ups would be. ← ♜

         @axefairest ;; starter call ! 

         ‘ listen, i don’t think this is REALLY a good idea. ‘

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{ hi i’m officially not dead!! i’m gonna dive into replies but also in the meantime like if u want a tiny starter? }

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GIVE ME A HUG!!!

this easter, i have been blessed

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im gay

same, my man..........same

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{ VIRGIN KILLER }