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hello friends o/ this has been a long time coming but to make it official I am going to place this blog on hiatus. the mfrp scene has had me in a grip lately and I’m unable to devote time to being here as much as I enjoy writing with you all. ; v ;

I may still lurk on occasion, so you may see me liking your posts. I don’t know when I’ll return, sometimes I get the itch for my muses here, but I know in the short term I won’t be able to give them the time they deserve. I hope you’re all doing well, I miss you guys. take care, sending you all my love and best wishes!

[emblazure]

hello friends o/ this has been a long time coming but to make it official I am going to place this blog on hiatus. the mfrp scene has had me in a grip lately and I'm unable to devote time to being here as much as I enjoy writing with you all. ; v ;

I may still lurk on occasion, so you may see me liking your posts. I don’t know when I’ll return, sometimes I get the itch for my muses here, but I know in the short term I won’t be able to give them the time they deserve. I hope you're all doing well, I miss you guys. take care, sending you all my love and best wishes!

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lifedenied​

“Hmmm…Thursday or Friday works, could be before or after classes, perhaps around lunch…? If you need it earlier, I could do it around 7:30 am? On whichever day works better!.” März fires off the suggestion, wondering if she’d be available. He did have some chores he needed to do for his own classes on Friday, but he’s sure his partner would understand if he was a couple of minutes late. 

Hilda’s words make März blink, he hadn’t expected that kind of response from her. It makes him flush, a little embarrassed. 

“Oh, um… thank you Hilda.” März settles on after a beat, now lacing his fingers in front of him. An unconscious part of him feels bad too, being unable to do anything despite being physically weak. He worried a lot of people, lately one of the adjunct professors has come to ask him how he’s been too and has been looking out for him. “…A part of me can’t help but compare myself to everyone else, since they’re all pretty amazing! You know with…. contributing!”

There’s a brief pause. He could count on his hands all the amazing wonderful skills his classmates had; Felix with his swordplay, Dimitri with his kindness and lance skills, Dedue with his cooking skills, Annette and Mercedes with magic, Ashe who was well rounded in his skills and Sylvain with his… well… occasional displays of wisdom. Even Hilda, with her kindness and her rumored physical strength. 

“Eh heh, I guess it’s human to beat yourself up for not being enough, I’ve been trying to unlearn it but…I fall back into it sometimes…” 

“Why don’t you bring it to lunch on Thursday? We can even grab a bite to eat together, what do you say?” 7:30 am? No, thank you. Hilda needed her beauty sleep. Lunch she can do. He might even be willing to help her with clean up duty afterwards... just kidding. She can read the look in März’s eyes and tell that he was bothered by what he perceived was his weakness. It’s the sort of expression Marianne wore sometimes. Hilda’s voice softened. 

“Well I think you’re pretty amazing. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, and it’s alright to rely on others. I mean, look at me! I’m not great in battle and the others have to swoop in for me all the time! So don’t be so down on yourself, alright?”

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lifedenied​

Initially, upon glancing up, she thought Lorenz came to greet her– eager as always to mingle but she’s internally relieved it’s not. It’s more closer to lilac than the stark and bold of Lorenz’s purple locks of hair. 

“Good afternoon! …Oh? Really? Please do.” Leanne’s expression brightens, tension in her shoulders from hunching over lessening. She gestures for him to sit, her hands folding in front of her array of notes. She stretches forward to move her belongings so he’d have room as well. “I’d… love that actually!”

She’s been trying to plan ahead anyway, where she wanted to go next and which certifications to get. Although she’s fairly torn of which certifications to get– maybe she could get both? She was far more proficient in Faith magic anyway, given her family’s specialities regarding it and….yet she’s heard about magic wielding flying mounts too. So many decisions to make… 

“ What…are you studying?” She tilts her head, curious. “for? Um… the certification I’m assuming?”

“Thank you, Leanne.” Lyon settles into the seat next to her, placing his own books on the desk and taking care not to disturb Leanne’s existing spread. A few of his textbooks mirror her own - tomes on Faith and Reason. He nods in answer to her question.

“Yes, I’d like to brush up on my Faith magic for the Bishop certifications. I feel fairly comfortable with Reason, but I can’t grow if I remain focused on one skill. I, ah, had been considering some of the mounted classes, but I fear I may be a liability on the frontlines.” 

Truthfully, he had been eyeing the magic knight certifications as well. He’d even picked up a lance to train with, but the weapon didn’t seem to cooperate in his hands, not like the way Ephraim wielded his with ease. Quite embarrassing for someone who bore a Crest that granted him physical strength...Why, he’d even lost a sparring match to Linhardt the other day... Lyon shakes the troubled expression from his face and looks towards Leanne.

“What certifications are you studying for?”

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One thing I’ve realized from doing more icon-less rp lately is that I’ve gotten bad at describing facial expressions and tone. I think I’ve let having icons carry the attitude of a character too much...

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enamohr​

“ Oh, dear … ” Her voice flutters gently as she at once feels sheepish, faintly. In their months-long absence, Camilla had forgotten it was not uncommon for her jests to be met at face-value. Xander, once, was something of a master in receiving her teasing in seeming sincerity, and she had too often responded in kind after all … before finding the play turned on her. With regard to Leo, she was not so consistently certain — as she is not now. “ … Perhaps it would rather suit you, actually. A sign of storms weathered … Just take care to not appear too much older beyond your years. ” 

It does not fill the halls as loudly as Elise’s and Leo’s bickering, her teasing. Anything evocative of warmth between siblings naturally invites comparison with dear Elise, she realises now. Nevertheless, she takes solace in the fact that it is enough to light even a small fire, to chase away the old shadows of the castle’s throne room. 

The comfort, as so often she finds, is brief. 

Even quite aware she herself has called their meeting, she feels no ease in speaking. There is that cautious hope in her eye, yes, as she is assured by her brother’s confession. They have suffered, all four, and though knowing their solidarity in this cruelty, it had been left unsaid so many times … To hear it even now vindicating. The light of her gaze is dimmed only when she realises she cannot yet speak freely, no matter that she has turned at least her first words over and over in her mind as she waited for him. 

“ … I wish to talk of Garon. Of— Of our father. 

“ I would speak to Xander about it, about him — how he would raise his voice so, denigrate us, lash out. Maybe … Maybe I was being too soft, too sensitive, I know, to so eagerly question the temperament and authority of a father, and greater still a king— ” Camilla’s breath hitches as she remembers herself. She remembers where she is, even, as she looks past her brother out into the empty room: she has never really noticed how different it all looks, from up upon the dais. ( Before she shakes her head free of the image, she sees herself there on the floor, head bowed and gaze low. )

“ I thought I found myself certain in my feelings, even if I kept them to myself: that there can be no excuse for how he acted … But after everything, now, I am not so sure. ”

Leo falls silent, a frown on his face replacing his earlier ease. He threads his arms behind his back and turns his gaze to the stone walls. This is... a topic he would not have dared broach in the past. It feels dangerous to speak of it even now, despite his earlier conviction that the King’s iron grip had lifted. Leo realizes now the ghost of his hands are still around their throats. Despite Garon’s absence, the sensation still lingers.

Perhaps speaking of it was the start to exorcising them permanently.

“He wasn’t the man I remembered him to be when we were children. He ceased to be that man long ago. It was simply easier to cling to nostalgia and make excuses than face the truth,” he states, plain and without emotion, “I’m surprised you sought out Xander to speak with. I imagine that he... more than anyone, would not have stood for questioning our father.”

It pains him to speak of their brother. The loss still aches. Xander had been dutiful and righteous, a pillar of strength they relied on time and again, but with that same strength he defended a man who no longer was.

No, what remained of Garon was not unlike the monster Corrin had described. A beast that bared its fangs in this very room, a creature incapable of caring. Leo does not know when or how the father of his memories became that monster, and he’s less sure he wants to work through those sore memories to come up with a theory that can never be validated.

“You weren’t wrong. He may have cared for us once, but that was not who sat on this throne and used us to wage his war for years. We were tools to him. That was the extent to which he cared.”

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“Xander... will you be joining my ‘crew’?” 

She’d heard that pirates had a crew. Veronica was already in-character, her headdress swapped for a pirate’s hat, her dress swapped for a swashbuckler’s ensemble. Her usually stoic eyes shone with quiet excitement. She was glad Xander had come to partake in festivities with her. A conqueror of the seas will need dependable allies, and none of her Heroes were as dependable as Xander.

“I happen to be in need of a first mate.”

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          There had been a small festival being put on in the town. He had heard many of his comrades speak excitedly about dressing up and participating in the activities that would take place. At first, Xander hadn’t shared those same sentiments. He felt ill suited for such festivities, but after hearing word of his siblings and even Veronica partaking in it he gives in.

          “Princess Veronica, allow me to accompany you. You shouldn’t go alone after all.”

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i’m reading mar’s reply to hilda and chuckling because i remember i assigned the lions the same way 

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"Not at all!" 

Hinoka greets the Nohrian princess with a smile as she stands in a kimono of her own. While she’s dressed in Hoshido's traditional wear many times before, she understands Camilla's discomfort. Kimono does not make for active wear, and it's impossible to take to the skies like this. But there is meaning in the fact that they do not need to dress for battle. That they are able to don matching clothes and take a leisurely walk in the gardens together is a sign of hard-won peace.

“It looks good on you, but I know it must feel uncomfortable. I could probably sway Ryoma to pass on the formal wear next time. Making our guests uncomfortable is poor diplomacy, right?”

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All considered, the unfamiliarity of the kimono she wears is the least of her discomforts. 

Courtly ( and, indeed, princessly ) life had never much agreed with Camilla. While she could, yes, glide with the grace only expected of the daughter of royalty, she just as well had the misfortune of always doing so subconsciously, and certainly without an audience — where, alas, such performances mattered most. To speak of her heightened unease - far more internal than external - within the court of Hoshido would be redundant, and that is to say nothing of the mere couple of formal occasions separating them from war, from another world entirely— 

She is blessed, at least, by an overcast day, where the blue skies - though indeed beautiful - do not sting her unaccustomed eye so.

“ I apologise for keeping you, Princess, ” she spares a grateful smile, however lopsided. Camilla draws herself to her full height, if only to all at once feel that bit more conscious of herself before her gracious host. “ I … I must admit, I had not expected to struggle so to dress for a walk in the gardens. ”

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I have five more replies to go and running out of steam tonight. I will be back on to work on them another time. Hope everyone is doing well! 

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if you like claude and if you like felix, I highly recommend checking out stag and wolf, wyvern and rabbit by deadlifts. this fic handles their characters so well. 

me, clicking open rarepair fic: hm would their personalities even work together?

me, 20 chapters later: they are in love my eyes have been opened

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TIL gilbert moved in with rodrigue for five years during the timeskip. how did felix live with this man and not destroy him  

I conclude felix just lives on the battlefield and is never home. when he is he is throwing shade at gilbert for being in fraldarius and getting chastised by rodrigue for being rude and no one is having a good time

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lifedenied​

“Sure, works for me!” März confirms this with a charming smile, placing a hand over where his heart should be. “Then, I’ll be sure to deliver it to you in a few days, later this week?  Um, when will you be free again, Hilda?”

As he continues his stirring, seeing it gradually becoming akin to a powder, März lifts his gaze up again to meet hers. “Ah, yep! Well, I won’t lie that I was influenced by family, mother ultimately left it up to me to continue learning about it.” There’s a beat, “…She’s always helping others, so it inspired me to do the same. ”

Seeing his mother tirelessly work to help others ingrained something in him from a young age. He doesn’t remember much of his childhood due to illness, but he knew he didn’t want to become a burden to her anymore when he got better.

“…Or well, maybe not out of duty– but I felt compelled to? I was always getting sick when I was younger, unable to do much, especially when she was tending to other patients before we came to the Monastery.” He briefly looks sad now. “I felt kind of like a burden, so I’ve wanted to make up for the lost time.”

“Oh, perfect! Let’s meet up after class? Name a time and I’ll open up my schedule.” Hilda was quite skilled at freeing up her schedule, especially when there were chores involved.

She listened to his story, then hummed thoughtfully. 

“März, you’re...” The opposite of me, were the words that came to rest on the tip of her tongue. He embraced his family’s legacy while she shied from her own. He strove not to burden others despite the weakness of his body, while she possessed strength she didn’t want others to know she wielded so as to not take burdens upon herself. Hilda found his determination admirable.  März was different from her, in a good way. She had the self-awareness to recognize it. 

“You’re sweet,” she settled for saying, smiling at him. “How could you think you’re a burden? You’ve helped me out so much. I guarantee there’s no one in this monastery that knows herbs as well as you.”

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cutlassie​

“Intriguing…so this land’s already an empire.” Tetra spoke out, her eyes slowly widening as she took in the place they were in. From the stories that her mother had told her, Tetra learned that Empires held a…mixed reputation, to say the least. On one hand, Empires had an aura of glory associated with its land size. However, with might came the predatory urges for them to conquer smaller territories until there were no more. She just hoped that this Grado Empire wasn’t like those other big countries that liked to bully smaller ones.

While Tetra was in her own mind hearing about the countries within this continent, Link nodded to Lyon’s offer. “I don’t mind a place to stay for the night. We did go far from the deck, after all, so it’ll take time for us to get back.” The Hylian boy also saw this as an opportunity to learn about this new place more personally. It seemed like the excitement of that prospect wore him out, since he let out a yawn in the end. “Sorry, I normally take naps at this time.”

“You’ll be glad to know the town isn’t far from here. Please follow me,” Lyon replied with a kind smile. Link did expend quite a bit of energy in that impressive fight with bandits. 

As he promised, it wasn’t a long trek back to Grado Keep. They were halted at the castle gates. The guards at the doors immediately beset them with questions, but their demeanor changed instantly upon recognizing the prince. “Y-You are-- Your Highness! We weren’t expecting you--” 

Lyon had expected this reaction, but he still flushed with embarrassment now that his foolish mistake of leaving the castle unattended was known. There would be much to explain to his father later. He cleared his throat.

“Please allow us through and prepare rooms and meals. These two are Link and Tetra, my esteemed guests.” Once the guards had collected themselves and were set with new orders, Lyon turned back to the pair of travelers and placed a hand over his chest.

“I’m sorry, I did not think it safe to tell you earlier. I am Prince Lyon of Grado. Please don’t think you have to treat me differently because of my title. It’s my sincere wish that we can remain as before.” 

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drakslay​

               he knows only as much of embla as he might a viper’s nest.   writhing outwardly with evils while a venomous arch - snake coils atop its throne;   veronica.   yet when marth gazes upon the young and domineering ruler now,  he cannot help but see a child.   petulant and deeply lonely,  tightening her clutches over the conquered vassals who inevitably squirm to escape.   she has subjugated his continent and wrested away the agency of its heroes,  but somehow his heart can yield her no ill will.

               “     no reward of yours could be enough,  empress.   the peace my world knew before you conquered it was all i desired.     “     the steadfast stare he fixates upon the girl sustains itself piercingly.   perhaps the more honest surprise manifests in how his eyes do not exude hatred in spite of it all.   a sense of civility,  even if scathing,  that could never fully evade the hero king.     “     but,  i understand why you ask this manhunt of me.   askr’s summoner is a rival who possesses what you infinitely 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.   the love of your heroes.     “

Veronica’s eyebrows furrow. She frowns into that piercing, honest gaze. In a court where no one will chide her or defy her, she is unused to disapproval. “That’s...foolish. I only need their strength. And I’m told that you are one of the strongest, Hero-King. I will release you to your world when Askr is conquered. It should be simple for you.” She pauses in thought, running a hand down the spine of her tome. He is dissatisfied. Perhaps the bonds he speaks of are important - not to her, but to the Hero-King. “Do you need your armies? I can summon more...”  

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naoto-shirogane101​

She had spent many nights up all night studying and making as much progress as possible on the spell. It was a bit clear due to the bags under eyes but the fellow blue lion would not fail in the battle. The young woman stood tall as she had managed to deal a few blows to those on the black eagles, if only to throw them off so she could help with the golden deer. Her gaze widened at the sight of the many arrows whistling in the air down towards her fellow housemate. Felix. Panic rose in her, ‘show no fear, it works you made more progress…’ she thought, her heart racing 'what if it doesn’t work?’ There were medics of course but it would be her fault. No. She had to do it. Her feet moved and spell book opened as she summoned all that energy she could to protect him. A shine rose from the book and travled towards him. 'Please work.’ Then, the arrows seemed to freeze, as if time had stopped. 'It was working.’ but for how long? Her knees were buckling as she continued to hold her spell. 'Whatever you are going to do Felix do it now. I don’t know how long i can keep it up.’

The arrows freeze in the air to the shock of everyone on the battlefield. Felix, too, is riveted for all of a moment before he recognizes he has been handed a moment of opportunity. He steps forward and fells the golden deer commander with a single strike. Then he beats a hasty retreat before the battalion in the trees could redraw their arrows and fire.

Felix retraces the spell’s arc to find who he expected standing at the end of its path.

“Naoto!” He thought he recognized the spell’s shine, though it was hardly so bright and powerful weeks ago when he’d first witnessed it in action. There would be time for thanks and congratulations later. They are still embroiled in battle. “We can’t close in with their archers in the trees. Do you have fire magic?”