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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

APHRODITE. laughter loving.  sweet smiles.   dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair.   sees the world as a runway.  unapologetically sexual.   the sea washing their ankles.   in love with love.   stirrer of passion.  cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss.  delighting in the waves.  flirtatious winks.  strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker.   wants to be adored.   gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour.   art galleries.  turning the volume up.   being made of gold.   neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight.   the powerful urge to create.   collecting vinyl records.  beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.   speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath.  shunning lies.   sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.   paint brushes.  probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle.  wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children.  gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.  blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love.  fights against injustice.  warm hugs. well worn combat boots.   boxing gloves.  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.  fist raised in protest.   ignites revolutions.   fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted.  damaged goods.  force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.   keen sense of a hunter.   freckles like constellations on their skin.   piercing eyes. disheveled braid.   moonlight peeking through the shadows.   the calm of the forest at night.   lying on the grass and staring at the stars.  mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.   the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.   running with wolves.   bonding while circled around a campfire.  not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.  patience on 3%.  touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.  discerning gaze.   unreadable face.  quiet museums.  owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates.   eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.   big fan of logic.  loves brain teasers.   ancient buildings.  sweaters in neutrals and cool colours.   hair done up.   can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils.   abs that can cut steel.  stoic statues.  pottery classes.

DEMETER.   soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers.  skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.   leaves rustling in the wind.  stalks of wheat.   picking fruit.  greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity.   daisies dotted across a collarbone.  curls crowned with flowers.   folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.   pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.    drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks.   untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin.  sleek furred panthers.   theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth.  being the baby of the bunch.  wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.  creeping vines.   inspiring loyalty.   grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.   rolls of film.   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.    the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow.   flame burning in their eyes.  inventive mind.  broad shoulders. steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes.   striking a match.   blueprints for future projects.   fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.   wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.  huge jackets.  crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.   pain is fuel. stack of weaponry.  even their muscles have muscles.

HERA.   resting bitch face. dressed to the nines.  cows grazing on a pasture.  cool rain.  loving and hating fiercely.   hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.  romance to realism.   pictures of the sky while flying on a plane.   files that under fuck it.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.  like their selfie or you’re grounded.  knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES.    devil - may - care smile.   always up - to - date on the latest technology.   will steal your french fries.   does it for the vine.   shitposter.   puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway.   ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.  fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.  goes jogging in the morning.  mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON.  storm with skin.   colorful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks.   clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.  leather jackets. fondness for diy projects.   handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.  velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.   mood as ever - changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES.     walking home alone in the early morning.   back alleys.   drinking alone in a graveyard.  crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism.  crows picking a carcass.   untended dead flowers.   the black sheep of the family.   black coffee.   money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar.  dust illuminated by sunlight.   classical music.  dogs are better than people.   a quiet wrath. shady business deals.   taking what you are owed.   paint it black.  seasonal affective disorder.   popping the suit collar.   grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS.   thunder in their heart.   running on coffee.   flash of lightning.   unnatural charisma.  eloquence.   badass in a nice suit.  aficionado of history.   force of nature. lennyface.   nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings.   planes soaring through a cloudless sky.   technician on the piano.   maintains order.  strong handshake.  juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

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                                                   here i am  &&  i stand so tall 

                                                 just the way i’m supposed to be

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Diarmuid: *points to Kiritsugu* Fuck you.

Diarmuid: *points to Sola-Ui* Fuck you.

Diarmuid: *points to Kirei* Fuck you.

Diarmuid: *points to Saber and Irisviel* You’re cool.

Diarmuid: *points to Kayneth* AND FUCK YOU, I’M OUT.

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//it appears that my blog’s links tab has... broken, and is spilling over into my rules tab for some reason, so, until i figure that out, coNSIDER MY LINKS TO BE A W.I.P???? SFSDHJKS

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3H HEADCANON: Diarmuid & the Church

The Church of Seiros is an important entity within Fodlan, and its teachings are taken to heart by many of the people across Fodlan's three nations. However, no where is devotion to the Church's teachings more intense than the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, who owes its founding to the Church thanks to their mediation during the War of the Eagle and Lion. In Faerghus,  the royal family, nobles, knights, and commoners alike are-- for the most part-- steadfast in their support of the Church and it's teachings, with it’s doctrine going hand in hand with their daily lives. Still, not everyone within Faerghus holds that great devotion to the Church and it's teachings, and Diarmuid is one of those people, being part of a small percentage of Faerghus' denizens that have a mostly indifferent view of the Church and everything pertaining to it.

          Being from a noble family in Faerghus, and being a knight at that, Diarmuid's indevotion to Church doctrine is highly unusual, and is something he has at times been looked down upon for by other knights and nobles belonging to the Kingdom. If not for Rufus' intercession, Diarmuid's indifference for Church doctrine might have actually stopped him from being officially knighted.

          Diarmuid is mostly indifferent to the Church though, not hostile. Diarmuid is more than willing to take part in Church services and celebrations if only for the fact that they can be joyous gatherings and/or be relaxing to some extent (you will sometimes find him partaking in choir or meditating near statues of the saints), he is also not above helping the Church carry out missions either if he’s requested to, he just doesn't believe in the teachings of the Church itself. Diarmuid can admit that the Church has some good qualities, and that it does instill some good virtues and morals within the hearts of its followers (virtues and morals that he might embody himself), but religion in general just doesn’t chime with him on a personal level, it never has and it likely never will. The only things Diarmuid is truly devoted to are upholding his personal code, serving and protecting his lord, and if he should have them, protecting his friends. In effect, the Church as an institution and its teachings are of little consequence to Diarmuid.

HOWEVER, if Diarmuid was made privy to the true, problematic effects the Church had upon society, he would hold a more oppositional view of it...

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@clippingwings:

She was quiet, still staring at this servant quizzically - both stunned but somewhat surprised. This man, with handsome features &. surely something of a heartthrob toward any who spared a simple glance, would have surely been the talk of the halls. Yet, Sylvia did not recall him, nor did she recount any new summons under the only other master moving in this facility. Even her own servant had not alerted her of anyone new, though perhaps he found little interest in this one.

&. it is only then, within her stunned silence does she realize he’s spoken directly to her as well. Sylvia quickly clears her throat, as if she had not been the one standing, gawking at this man at all. Gathering herself &. regaining a sense of voice, she finally speaks;

❝ No, no! Not at all! I’ve just…Never seen you about before, you’re an unfamiliar face, ❞ she explains this in a rushed fashion, not at all what she had planned in her head. Instead. Sylvia exhales a breath once, shaking her head as if to calm herself down once more. ❝ Normally someone else lets me know when there are new servants wandering the halls, but he seems to have left me in the dark this time around. ❞ Maybe he was a touch jealous? ❝ I’m sorry for staring, I hope I didn’t offend you. I was just surprised. You are a new servant for Chaldea? I would assume as such. ❞ // @cheadslea from

This must have been the other master Diarmuid had heard about, he started to realize. Diarmuid had originally thought this stranger to be another staff member here at Chaldea, but he quickly started to piece together the details-- white hair, purple eyes, the pointed ears, she matched the description of this other master perfectly. Diarmuid heard this other master had even managed to summon their own servant, and Diarmuid surmised this was the 'someone' she spoke of, however he had yet to meet said servant, whoever they were. 

Diarmuid encountering this other master of Chaldea was a welcomed development, he had intended to eventually meet with and learn more about all of his master's allies (servant and magus alike), so despite the initial confusion from both Diarmuid and the other, he now makes a soft smile. "Please, do not apologize, your staring was not a problem, my lady." replied Diarmuid, giving a wave of the hand, as if to signify him brushing the issue off. "I would not label myself 'new' to Chaldea,  although, I do not hold the seniority that some other servants possess. In that regard, I believe I fall somewhere in the middle."

          A bit of laughter, soft in nature, leaves Diarmuid's lips, before he adds, "That is neither here, nor there, though. 'Old' or 'new', we are all here to aid in the survival of humanity for one reason or the other, that's all that matters." Diarmuid gestures toward a room a bit further down the hall, Chaldea's cafeteria, "If you have the time, would you like to accompany me, my lady? I am currently retrieving foodstuffs for Master Ritsuka, but I would very much like to speak with you further."

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you seem like the type to have a certain kind of karma ... the kind that gets stone blocks thrown on you

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i will have you know that it has been said my karma is a charming trait.

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Mismatched eyes stared quizzically at the lancer. Company was often pushed aside, for who would wish to linger with a monster. Even so, there was a calm, quietness to his voice that made it difficult to deny him a place beside her. 

In her hands, Fran toyed with a few blooms she had picked moments before. They were pretty, Fran could not deny that, but they also brought her great comfort; all of which most would not understand. All of which held memories that she had tried to bury. Places like these were so quiet, so peaceful…

❝ Uuu… ❞ The sound escaped her, finding no words to describe this place. Often, it was others who filled the air with conversations && she allowed it. She did not like to speak; not unless it was necessary. But wasn’t that the case now? A frown tugged at her lips, wrestling with what to do. Eventually, she lifted her head again, making an attempt at speech. ❝ I…I li-ike it…he…here…. ❞ She pauses, nodding as if this was a clear affirmation of her words before continuing, ❝ It w-was al…always…Rai…aining whe-ere I am fr…rom… Al…always…glo-omy…❞ 

It rained in her heart too, but such things were not mentioned. If one were curious, they could locate the story. Those were events Berserker did not wish to revisit. Instead, she took one of the blooms && held it to him in a friendly gesture. ❝ It…St-topped rai…inging…Eve-entually…Th…hough…Fo…und nice p…pla-…ces.  ❞

Hearing Berserker speak made Diarmuid briefly gander at them with a hint of surprise, though not because he found her pattern of speech to be strange or anything negative like that, rather, it reminded him of someone-- a friend-- he knew from his days in the Fianna. That was more of a passing thought, though, as Diarmuid soon returned his attention to the flowerbed, reaching out to pick one of the flowers himself, admiring it, lifting it up toward the sky, where its colorful petals seemed to glimmer in the dawn-light even more.

          "With flora such as this abound, it is a wonder why more people are not as fond of this place as we are." Commented Diarmuid, before lowering his hand, and turning toward Berserker. "The rain can be a source of great comfort, but I can see how it would get old and gloomy day after day. I could not imagine dwelling someplace where the sun seldom shined.” With a frown, Diarmuid gave a sympathetic head shake-- how awful that sounded, living in constant gloom.  “It is good that you eventually found better dwellings, but I am sorry you had to endure that." Diarmuid, not wanting to simply toss the flower he had picked aside (what a waste that would be), situates it behind one of his ears, and then continues, saying to Berserker, "Do you ever miss those nice places you found?"

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//verses have been redone-ish!!! my mind went blank once i got to the fgo verse so that remains blank for the tiME BEING.  everything eLSE LOOKS, PASSABLE THOUGH.

now, onto.......?

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PRE - TIMESKIP

Hailing from House Dyna (a former cadet branch of House Aegir), the bearers of the crest of Cichol and a once prosperous family within the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, Diarmuid stands as one of the Holy Kingdom's greatest knights, being known as the "First Blade of Faerghus" for his masterful skill in dual-wielding both sword’s and spear’s, a title he wears with pride. Working specifically as one of the regent's sworn blades, Diarmuid is often undertaking tasks and deeds for their lord, though many of these missions he finds himself taking many times lead him to the walls of Garreg Mach Monastery, and by extension, the Officers Academy, where he is now something of a common face around their grounds.

When he is not busy carrying out his lord's will, Diarmuid will often visit Garreg Mach's Church, browse goods at its market, enjoy a quick bite at the Academy's dining hall, or offer training to anyone with a keen eye for swordsmanship or the lance, should they ask. Thanks to an agreement between the kingdom's regent and the Church of Seiros, Diarmuid may sometimes also be tasked with accompanying the Academy's students on missions-- most times he is filling in for the Knights of Seiros when they are otherwise occupied and cannot assist, but on occasion his presence is personally requested by the professors or heads of each house.

Of course, Diarmuid's foremost concern is the regents well being, and on his honor as a knight, he has sworn to bear his blades against any troubles that come.... or so he would try.

TIMESKIP

The Adrestian Empire's sudden invasion of Church territory and their assault on Garreg Mach Monastery had left a bitter taste in Diarmuid's mouth. Though he happened to be nearby with a battalion of knights, his arrival at the Monastery and bolstering of its defenders was not enough to stave off Emperor Edelgard's forces. The Monastery and Officers Academy would inevitably be overrun, and Diarmuid, after covering the retreat of some fleeing students and clergypeople, had no choice but to pull back as well. The disaster at Garreg Mach Monastery would not be the most troubling situation to be thrown Diarmuid's way, however.

Shortly upon returning to Faerghus' capital, Diarmuid was made privy to rumours that had been circulating about him in his absence, rumours that suggested he had been carrying on an affair with one of the regents most favoured partner, a noblewoman by the name of Grainne. These rumours were false of course, Diarmuid was at best merely an acquaintance of Grainne, and for a time regent Rufus dismissed the hearsay, but when Grainne was "discovered" dead in her chambers by the court mage Cornelia months later, things took a turn for the worse.

A forged letter found next to Grainne's body implied that she had killed herself out of grief, grief that she and her beloved Diarmuid would never truly be together because of her unfortunate ties to Rufus, and upon learning of this letters contents, Rufus was both beside himself and furious. Diarmuid was immediately summoned to Rufus' throne room, where he was ambushed, briefly bound, and threatened with execution. However, in light of his and Diarmuid's history, Rufus relented on taking their head, releasing Diarmuid from his bonds and instead banishing him from Faerghus's ranks.

Stripped of his official titles, holdings, and the lance Rufus had gifted to him many years before, Diarmuid was cast out of Fhirdiad, and left to wander Fodlan. Diarmuid was understandably bereaved by the events that had befallen him, and with no lord to serve, he became purposeless for many a month.

Diarmuid would not let himself be broken by the wrongs done to him, however, and eventually he would pick himself back up. True, he had no lord to serve (for now), and while officially he was no longer a knight, he was still one at heart, and so long as that heart continued to beat, he would do his best to uphold the virtues, morals, and duties he held as a knight.

On the road Diarmuid now travels, fighting bandits, and helping those in need where he can....

MISC AU INFO

- Diarmuid possess his family's sword, the Great Fury, or simply Fury (cOUGH COUgh moralltach), a sacred weapon that was reputed to have once belonged to Saint Cichol. When wielded by someone possessing a Crest of Cichol, this sword will instantly kill foes upon the first strike, regardless of their defenses-- that is, if Diarmuid does not have the sword wrapped within a magical cloth that suppresses its true effects. Diarmuid keeps said cloth wrapped around Fury when engaging other human foes, and due to his code of honor, its unlikely that he will ever use the swords true effects on another human, though he will have no issues using the sword to instantly dispatch Demonic Beasts or other non-human enemies.

- Diarmuid also possesses the Crimson Rose (cough cough gáe dearg), a lance that was said to have been used by Saint Cichol in ages past, gifted to him by Rufus upon being made one of their personal retainer knights. Diarmuid's acquisition of this particular weapon caused some stir among the kingdom's other knights, and even its council, who saw Rufus' decision as whimsical and chastised them for taking sacred relics out of the kingdom armory and 'carelessly' giving them away.  Diarmuid himself even agreed with them to some extent, initially refusing the regents offer, but Rufus insisted, and Diarmuid, being the loyal, dedicated knight he is, has wielded the lance ever since. The lance does not deal any special damage, but when wielded by someone who possesses a crest of Cichol, it can temporarily cancel out the effects of other sacred weapons or heroes relics upon contact with them, but only while in contact. Through this same manner, it can also cancel out certain magics like barriers.

- Theres more but im probably going to turn those into their au-headcanon posts in the future so!!!

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@homra-no-artemis

          Conflict was still fresh in Diarmuid’s mind, the war surrounding the Holy Grail having taken up a good portion of his time and focus these days. Diarmuid was not without free time of course, there had been plenty of moments for relaxation that he certainly capitalized on, but not once so far since he was summoned had he stopped to feast his mind on a good book, and now seemed as good a time as ever to end that. Glancing at the stack of literature laid before him on the table, picking some titles up and observing their covers, it didn’t take long for Diarmuid to slip into a more comfortable mood, and become distracted from the matters of war for the time being. “Did you pick these out personally?” From his seat, Diarmuid looks up at Takehiko for a moment, affording them a soft smile. “This is a fine selection of reading material, master.” Diarmuid, though he inspects every one of the books for at least a few pages and seems genuinely intrigued by all of them, settles on a large, seemingly plain looking book titled in big bold lettering, ‘The Canterbury Tales’. “It will take me a while to finish all of these, but I believe I will start with this one. Thank you, master, I will endeavor to repay you for these wonderful gifts in the future.”

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“Greetings, Berserker.” says Diarmuid, respectful and warm. “Have you come to bask in this mornings beauty as well? I could hardly keep myself away.” Diarmuid, kneeling, takes a deep breath and then opens his eyes to once again gaze upon the bed of flowers he had practically immersed himself in for the last hour or so. Diarmuid had been on his way to do something else, but when he passed by the courtyard early this morning, he couldn’t help but stop and take in the serenity bequeathed here by dawn’s radiant light as it fell upon the flowerbed. “If you wish to stay, feel free. Scenes like these are always better enjoyed in the company of others, I say.”

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//im currently knee deep in fire emblem three houses and i dont know when ill be freed from its grip but when i am i have ideas for diarmuid and a three houses au so dont be surprised if that happens.

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//i have a bad habit of coming on blogs and getting hyped up for them and then going silent bc im terrible at managing my energy or even vaguely planning for the future but sfkhjsdhjkf let the world remember that i love diarmuid!!! and i want to do stuff on him i just hate that it has to be a ‘THE PLANETS MUST BE ALIGNED’ kind of thing for me KJSDF

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SLAMS INTO YOU AT FULL SPEED BECAUSE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY??? HAPPY WOMB LIBERATION ANNIVERSARY MARK YOU'RE AMAZING I HOPE TODAY IS A GOOD ONE

//SDFHGSDHJFG IM LATE TO ANSWERING THIS BUT THANK YOU ARCHER YOU’RE amazING!!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 MY BIRTHDAY WENT GR8 IT WAS A GOOD TIME!!!

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Happy birthday to you~, the bestest boyfriend in the world. I hope u had a good one!

// SDFJKHSDFHJK THANK YOU SO MUCH DEAR! IM HAVING A GOOD ONE ATM YES but thanK YOU!!! much love to u, the bestest girlfriend in the world ❤❤❤❤