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anyways ! this is an independent CONRAD roleplay blog of Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia ! my name is AMY and i’m super excited to start writing with people over here, so feel free to spread the word !! i’m not new to the fe community but i am definitely new to my love for this lovely angel.

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Rebecca Solnit Field Guide to Getting Lost

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♪ ˖ ˚ . spdstat.

                       ❛    could you not practice so late  ?  you’re too damn loud  .     ❜   /   @choruscate

                                   ❝   my apologies. i didn’t realize anyone was nearby.  ❞

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♪ ˖ ˚ . amourade. 

         ❛       OH,  SORRY  !   sorry,  sorry  —  i  -  i  didn’t  mean  to  scare  her  !       ❜    as  suggested,  a  quick  stride  backwards  is  taken  with  the  utmost  consideration.  she’d  have  been  lying  if  she  said  she  wasn’t  at  least  a  little  bit  startled,  but  regardless,  the  effects  of  such  hardly  last  long  at  all  —  she’s  practically  sparkling  with  wonder.

          ❛       i  guess  i  didn’t  realize  how  close  i  was  …  is  she  okay  ?        ❜

                              a concerned expression morphs into something of reassurance & a smile peaks at his cheeks. hands lift lightly into the air, a silent motion to whisper ‘ calm down , relax . ’ he manages to stay his steed into an act of quietude & feign a polite demeanor. 

                                                  ❝   yes, yes, she is well  .  .  . 

                                                                  you needn’t worry yourself. she’s easily roused. 

                                                                                do you not have a steed of your own ?   ❞

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a  child  nobody  wished  for  .

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sometimes the story goes  :  people make their own gods  ,  &  the sinner is the savior   /  KOIZUMI JUN  .  GAME  &  HC BASED  /  PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT

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shigure growing up n he’s always had recurrent nightmares but they’re definitely a LOT more terrifying after his village was destroyed and his caretakers were murdered, but when he had them when he was little he always yearned for azura’s comfort but she wasn’t there most of the time and he appreciated his caretakers Very much but felt very ???? uncomfortable with going to them with his problems and would only explain to them if they happened to witness his turmoil firsthand, but other than that he’d really just sit alone by himself and cry because of how much he misses his parents and how he wants to be hugged by them and to be remembered by them bc he often feels forgotten about or left behind and it’s part of the reason why he kind of snaps at azura when she says it might be her fault that his village got destroyed and that his friends and caretakers were murdered and he has all of this pent up frustration and he doesn’t know what to do with it but it stems mostly from loneliness and confusion and anyway there’s a little bit of resentment towards his parents that he carries with him but once he joins the army and azura explains to him just what happened and how he becomes a lot more accepting and of course he loves both of his parents unconditionally and it pains him to see how azura keeps to herself so much because he can see himself in her and he really begins to realize just how much of her son he is and even tries to take some of her burden off her shoulders bc they both have such a martyr complex and he’s willing to bear the pain of her burdens so that she doesn’t have to but she’s like no i’m doing this so that YOU don’t have to and they both wanna protect each other and anyway one day i’ll meta on his feelings with his dad but rn this is azura centric and i’m sad he just wants to be with her and he has such separation anxiety and th o(--( ah

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“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

                           breath runs ragged ; opposing currents , raging tides. his face is sticky with midnight sweat & his fingers, pained with how they gripped at grass out of fear , out of unsolicited rage. he’s still calming down & part of him feels guilty , but he cannot help it. laei sits at his side – she must have heard something from her waking hours. he’d fallen asleep in the gardens. they are both immersed in the darkness of night.

quietly, he steadies himself as her hands drape over his shoulders  .  .  .  lashes are still bound, eyes still shut out of the terror that comes with reality’s dawning & he breathes out a deep sigh that is so much more than a sigh. slowly , the world unfolds around him. eyes open to the darkness , to the comfort of another’s touch  .  .  .  so he’s not alone. still , he cannot shake this fear that envelops him & while he wishes to first apologize , he cannot control the words that sink like a ravaged ship from his tongue. 

                                                                   ❝   where  .  .  .  my mother  .  .  .   ❞

& he pulls himself from his incline , his weight too much for his shaking arms to carry. he stumbles back against the ground & gazes to the skies. the stars are out tonight. some realization folds over him like the blanket he’d forgotten about & he stretches his fingers through his bangs. 

                      ❝   ah  .  .  .  i’m sorry, laei. these burdens are mine, alone, to bear. 

                                                                                    you shouldn’t have to be here.   ❞

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so once upon a time i got so into shigure’s modern dress and i made this ... n yesterday i was just doodling and this is him...

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i love shigure fire emblem

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♪ ˖ ˚ . bornchosen.

            there  is  an  ill  contained  exhale  as  you  listen  to  him.    of  course,   it’s  nothing  unusual;     there  are  many  who  would  prefer  you  to  rest  than  grow.   &  somehow  still,    you’re  uncertain  how  to  deal  with  it.   to  say  no  would  be  rude,   but  to  stall  in  your  lessons                    ‘     so  long  as  you  request  it,   my  time  is  your’s.     ’

           then  he  is  speaking  of  painting,    and  suddenly,   you’re  warm.           ‘      i       i  am  .  .  .  trained  in  such  things,   certainly,    but  i’m  no  avid  painter.    you  must  have  heard  wrong.     ’           teeth  to  cheek,    you’ll  pause,    as  always,   to  mull  it  over,     eyes  making  a  quick  dart  to  the  wall,   far  away  from  materials  familiar.    it  is  with  a  clearing  of  your  throat  that  you  speak  once  more.           ‘      though  if  you  are  insistent  on  my  removing  of  stress,   i  will  compromise  so  far  as  to  watch.     ’

                                                                    ❝   hm. i see  .  .  .  ❞

                            short is the span of time that it takes to assess the situation -- belief is fickle & relenting, but he has no cause to make accusations. preferences soar like feathers in the wind through his mind, & indecisiveness might prove worthy of the death of him. own eyes fall, locking with the ground, squinting as if drowned in some flowing contemplation. one hand rests gently on the table before them, & he takes his fingers in a silent rhythm -- 1 , 2 , 3 , 4. a steady tempo. 

ah ! a compromise. some tactic of masqueraded agreement that would later unfold into a relished defeat. there is a tiny smirk that pulls, smug, at his lips, but not a moment later it is hidden through a facade of polite consideration. 

               ❝   very well then. if you are willing to take a moment’s rest, i shall begin.  ❞

& he fills a thin canvas with a sketch of the room before them  .  .  .  his plan has yet to unfold.

              ❝   so, is studying all you do in here ? it looks like you haven’t slept in days.  ❞

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url change ! 

                  > from insoar to choruscate 

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shigure just . screaming. the opening theme in that feh comic is killing me so i had to just... draw him

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I must pour myself out of my hands / into the gardens of / dark blue.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Images: Poems; “The Bride,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Sara Barnard, A Quiet Kind of Thunder

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this heart is burning up. in my head, i’m rolling over. i’m changing ; i’ve been the change.     and now the beads of water, move up the glass, you speak your mind  — —  you can not take it back.     / indie asta  from black clover , written by tai ! sc.

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good afternoon (or u kno...whatever time it is for u) everyonnee ! i’m gonna really busy this week, and i might be semi-around on discord and twitter, but i have quite the busy schedule regarding finals this week and next week ! i’ll be free next wednesday but until then, i’m withering away...