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𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆 𝑀𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐺𝑂 💋

                   ( 𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝐵𝑌 JIVKE )

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃   𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷;   𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸 - 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴   &   𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸 - 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿  ᵛᵉʳˢᵉˢ: ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳᶰ˒ ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ˒ ᵒᵛᵉʳʷᵃᵗᶜʰ˒ ᶤᶰᵘʸᵃˢʰᵃ˒ ᶠᶤᶰᵃˡ ᶠᵃᶰᵗᵃˢʸ˒ ᶠᶤʳᵉ ᵉᵐᵇˡᵉᵐ˒ ᶠᵘˡˡᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ ᵃˡᶜʰᵉᵐᶤˢᵗ ᵃᶰ�� ᵐᵒʳᵉ

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“Do you promise?” // @incoronare​

Linhardt thought about it for a second. Promises always seemed so obscure to him — he never understood why people would say what they don’t mean. But, he saw the look of concern in Peach’s eyes. She trusted him enough to believe his words, that was true, but the question itself might have been just to steel herself.

“As much as I hate saying it, I promise. If you get hurt I’ll come rushing toward you.” Linhardt perked his lips up into a smile. It was radiant, as if he was trying really hard to portray some form of comforting aura for Peach. He patiently waiting for some form of affirmation from Peach, of course he didn’t want to put effort into making her feel better if it didn’t benefit the both of them. Though he was hoping she wouldn’t get hurt. That’s the last thing he wanted. “Though, I ask that you do try your best to avoid getting hurt. I’d hate it if we’d both have to exert ourselves.”

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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[ kiss ] // @fellcarnate​

His cheeks became flush. His pale complexion compromised by the rush of blood that suddenly rushed to the skin on his face. Linhardt didn’t receive physical affection very often, mostly because he fathomed no one would be interested in him in that way. Even platonic affection was out of the question for him. No matter how many times Caspar had tried to convince him that a ‘bro hug’ was warranted for every single victory. He cleared his throat, his voice somewhat cracking out of nervousness. His thin fingers fixed his overcoat. Maybe this was some form of intimate greeting from where Robin was from. “Thank you, though I would like some warning beforehand so I can prepare myself.” Linhardt didn’t want to be rude, it would only be proper to return this, if it was a greeting. He pressed his lips against Robin’s cheek, he had to bend a bit since he was indeed taller than Robin. His face was still flush, and he had a gentle smile on his face. It was still a bit awkward for him, but he was willing to embrace other cultures if it made those who came from those places comfortable. “I hope that was a satisfactory enough greeting for you.”

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[ wound ] // @almyrn​

He was a brute — a handsome brute, but still a brute none-the-less. Linhardt didn’t know which pain was worse, the pain from when the arrow hit his shoulder or the pain from Claude pulling the arrow out of his shoulder like it was nothing. The amount of blood that came out of his shoulder was enough to make him vomit. “If you’re going to pull it out like that, you could at least give me a fair bit of warning, Claude.” How could he be so foolish? He knew moving forward was only revealing himself to the enemy. He got what he deserved, it was a way that fate was punishing him for disobeying the proper battle order. Magic users stay in the back, especially the healers. There was one thing he enjoyed about this though. Feeling Claude’s firm hands against — by contrast — Linhardt’s smoother skin, felt like heaven. Despite the pain he was feeling, Linhardt felt protected within the warm grasp he was in. I should get injured more often when Claude is around, letting a smirk slip out of his usual stone face. Maybe he could just abuse the injury for just a bit. “You know it would be proper for you to check up on me until I am fully healed. I would do the same for you, you know.”

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[ bloody ] // @fxmiliarity​

He scrunched his nose in disgust — he hated the smell of blood, much less having blood staining his clothes. It felt gross, his clothes weren’t soaked but it was uncomfortable feeling some sort of wet substance on your clothing. Especially if its something that meant the person you’re looking for is injured. But, he was keen on giving Yvaine back her clothing whether it made him feel gross or not. There were still bits of arrow splinters in the fabric of the clothing, which gave a notice to Linhardt that she had possibly just either pulled out the arrow or snapped it off. He found Yvaine in their usual spot where they hung out after battles. It was covered in the shade of trees and there was a nice breeze every couple of minutes, it was a really nice napping spot. “Yvaine,” there was a bit of a teasing tone in his voice. Of course he meant to just tease her about her habit of skulking off after battles, but there were times where it could get annoying. Mostly because he had to put in considerable effort into finding her again when he could spend that time just napping. “If you’re going to undress on the battlefield, I request that you at least bring your clothes with you when you leave. It’ll worry everyone less if you didn’t leave clothes everyone knows is yours bloodied and abandoned.”

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soulmate au prompts.

send a number for a starter / drabble based off a specific soulmate au!  most are taken from this list.  feel free to add more if you want!  (can also be adapted to fit poly ships!)

the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate.

the one where you have your soulmate’s name written on your body.

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies.

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.

the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body.

the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.

the one where you have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.

the one where soulmates can heal each other’s injuries.

the one where only your soulmate can kill you.

the one where color appears on your body wherever your soulmate first touches you.

the one where every lie your soulmate tells you appears on your skin.

the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.

the one where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.

the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.

the one where soulmates are reincarnated and keep finding each other throughout their different lives.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.

the one where you can talk to your soulmate in dreams.

the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long.

the one where you have a compass on your body that leads you to your soulmate.

the one where you have the date you’ll meet your soulmate on your wrist.

the one where you have the date your soulmate will die on your wrist.

the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself.

the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates.

the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die.

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[ nap ] // @bxstiae​ // meme

The position wasn’t convenient, in fact, it was slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t quite help that Linhardt was already sitting there for hours. But he couldn’t help but let it happen when Link started to rest his head on Linhardt’s shoulders. It was relaxing to say the least, he didn’t have anyone he could spend time like this with. Caspar was always to loud and always wanted to exert some form of physical energy. Linhardt could feel his eyes begin to drop. There was something comforting about this situation though. The gentle warmth Link’s body was giving off, and the way his breathing was patterned. There was no doubt that Linhardt was going to be here for a while, not that he had an issue with it of course. He decided it was better for him to get settled into his new sleeping position underneath the shade of the tree and beneath the underbrush. Albeit, the convenience of it all was spectacular, considering Linhardt couldn’t close his book now as Link had fallen asleep with his hand on Linhardt’s. Though, he took it as a sign of gratitude. Linhardt leaned his head against Link’s, feeling his soft strands of hair brought a sort of warmth to Linhardt’s cheeks. His eyes slowly began to close as he felt some sort of bliss. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be a disturbance for the two of them in a while.

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[ fix ] // @riegastrung​ // meme

“Claude, you need to be more careful.” There was a bit of worry in his voice, but a bit of a scolding tone that accompanied it. Linhardt really hated the sight of blood, and it didn’t help that the bandages were already starting to get saturated with it. His thin fingers ran across Claude’s arm, applying pressure every couple centimeters or so to make sure there wasn’t any significant nerve damage in the area. His eyes would glance up to meet Claude’s every minute or so, but he would quickly look away. More so out of his own flustered conscience than anything else. “Once the bandage starts getting too saturated with your blood, come see someone to replace the bandages. I’d feel horrible if you got an infection because of carelessness.”

“There, you should be fine. Although I do suggest not straining your body or doing any more training for a day or two. You could injure yourself further if you continue to place more strain on it.” Linhardt let out a smile, proud of his bandage work. Years of war will teach you how to be good at caring for wounds when you’re too lazy to do any actual fighting. I’ll keep an eye on you, just in case -- he thought to himself. But he was sure Claude was hearty enough to take care of himself. Or so he hoped.

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[ weep ] // @incoronare​ // meme

Was that... crying? Linhardt was used to hearing the noise -- but not during the day. It was a mostly all-night occurrence. He’d try to study during the night to avoid all the stressful occurrences during the day, only to be disturbed by his neighbor’s crying. But this time it was quite different. He moved in closer, peeking around the corner to notice the blonde crying. Linhardt hesitated for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows then relaxing them as he finally came up with an idea. He wore a gentle smile on his face, lazily holding out his hand as an offer to help her out of her seat. It was an invitation of some sort, no matter how lacking in effort it seemed.

“If you want to be upset about something, you could at least do it over tea.” He let out a bit of a chuckle, but he didn’t want to seem too nice either. “I decided maybe helping you feel better is only slightly more important that taking a scheduled nap. I’m willing to use my good deed of the day on you.”

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word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

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“Give     her     back…                                       GIVE BACK MY           M O T H E R !”

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“What are you doing down there?” // @echoedfates​ (Edelgard)

“I heard there was a piece of literature on the theory of how someone could gain two crests.” He paused, pensive for a second. My knees hurt, he thought to himself before getting up and brushing the dirt off of his knees. His search for the book was incomplete, it wasn’t where he thought it would be, and Hanneman did not know the title of the book either. “But it seems the one time I dedicate my time and effort into actually looking, the item I’m searching for refuses to appear.”

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“Give     her     back…                                       GIVE BACK MY           M O T H E R !”

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e i’ll try to be more active but i have three 4 hour labs every week for uni and i am tired of so much sun exposure

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“But how did you get hurt?” // @fxmiliarity​

“It’s just a simple rogue arrow, nothing to worry about other than the hole in my shoulder. Thank you for your concern, Yvaine.” Linhardt could feel the blood soaking his clothes, but the shock he was feeling from the initial hit hadn’t yet left his body. He felt lightheaded, sick almost. He hated the sight of blood, he’d never get used to it.

The wood density of the arrow was different, so was the color and the smell. He couldn’t tell if it was the finish or the wood itself, but something wasn’t right. He wasn’t an expert in arrows -- he wasn’t an archer or a bowman, but he knew these weren’t arrows of Fodlan. The wood wasn’t child of any native trees of Fodlan.  “Not to change the subject or anything, but I’m curious as to why our enemy was using Almyran arrows when we are in Imperial territory. Do you think Edelgard has enlisted the Almyrans to help with her efforts?”

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“That’s because I am scared.” // @incoronare​ // meme

“I’ll be honest with you, Edelgard is very good at striking fear into her enemies, even if those enemies may be us.” He thought for a minute, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Edelgard attacked like a vicious cur against anyone who dared opposed her, no matter who it was. Linhardt knew it, and it was obvious Peach knew it too.

He paused, the look of worry he wore on his face was as gone as soon as it came. If he looked worried, there was no way he was going to convince her that there was nothing to worry about. “Knowing we have the professor by our side only makes it that much easier to complete our goals, whatever they may be. You have nothing to worry yourself over other than what you’ll be doing for the rest of the day. If you’re anything like me, the farther you stay from the battle, the better.”