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youmaggots said: hey u :)

hey!!

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who missed me

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idk i don’t rly like the shading but there u go 

i havent used a tablet in 23895289549385 years 

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Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Begonia — “We are being watched.” Blue Flax — “You are very kind.” Blue Hyacinth — “I will give my life to your service.” Bronze Chrysanthemum — “Though I value your friendship, I cannot love you.” Daffodil — “I do not return your affections.” Deadly Nightshade — “I believe you to be false.” Foxglove — “You are not really in love.” French Marigold — “You are unreasonably jealous.” Hawthorn — "Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.” Iris — "Your friendship means so much to me” Lavender — “I like you very much, but this, I am sure, is not love.” Mistleoe — “Kiss me” Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.” Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.” Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.” Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.” Red Rose — “I love you” Scarlet Geranium — "I do not trust you.” Spider Flower — “Elope with me.” Sweet Pea — "Thank you for a lovely time.” Tea Rose — "I’ll remember, always.” Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?” White Camellia — "You’re adorable.” White Rose — "I love you not.” Yellow Rose — "I love another.”

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( MOTHER ):

“Of course, Noire. What is it?” It hasn’t escaped her notice that while Morgan gravitates to Tharja in the hopes of regaining even the haziest of memories and would stick to Robin like glue if he could, Noire is hesitant, as if she’s reluctant to spend time with either parent. More than once, the implications of such reluctance have brought the faintest of frowns to her features, but she’s never felt quite comfortable enough to pry.

Breath catches at the query, expression softening as she regards the other. Instinct wishes to pull Noire into an embrace, but logic reminds that such a gesture may not be welcome, and a hand settles on the archer’s shoulders instead.

“Oh, darling, I am. More than I let on, I’m sure.” It is still strange to think of these two teens as her children, children she’s never expected to have, but Robin is cares for them both all the same. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel otherwise.” 

“As for Tharja…” She hesitates to speak of Tharja’s feelings on the matter–she isn’t unaware of the fact that, in another lifetime, Noire tasted the effects of her mother’s curses far too often for Robin’s liking. “She cares for you, too. In her own way.” Do the words sound insensitive? She hopes not, but has no way of knowing just yet. 

“But you–both of you–could never be a mistake.” For if nothing else, she wishes to dispel that notion entirely. A soft smile curves at her lips as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. “Never.”

                THERE is only hesitance in her eyes 

                               as her mother touches her shoulder.

                              some reason or another, she starts 

                              crying. 

                ❛ MORGAN is both of your favorites, though. 

                              I can’t take that away from him. ❜

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okay but consider noire trying to call out to robin while she is losing herself to grima and noire’s anxiety coming from seeing her mom literally kill her other mom 

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– ❝MOTHER?❞ noire let out a squeak of surprise, looking at the woman, biting her nail. She went out in the weeds to relax, or at least attempt to. She held her bow to her chest, a soft sigh escaping her mouth. It was uncomfortable to be around her mother. It always made her sad. Either of them -- both dead in her timeline. 

– ❝I was strolling. I got lost. Haha...❞ Lies. She had left on purpose to escape the stress. Was that not right? She had heard Gerome doing such things before, leaving camp to get air, and then returning a few hours later. Silence followed her sentence, deep in thought as to what to say next to her mother. 

– ❝I was just thinking about my strategy for the... upcoming battle.❞ She gave an awkward smile. Maybe mentioning tactics would distract her mother from the reason she as truly out here. “Morgan probably needs you, mother!” She rubbed her foot into the dirt, her lip trembling. It was hard to talk to her parents. Very hard.

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            “ Ah, there you are. “

                   Aeron ran a hand through her tangled hair, letting                    out a relived sigh. She was always worried about                    Noire and tried her best to keep a steady eye on her.                    When she couldn’t find the young archer in camp                    that morning, she nearly had a heart attack. Thank                    the gods nothing had happened to her.

            “ Why are you this far out into the forest? It could be                dangerous. “

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@darkgodsvessel :

The last thing he wanted to see was any of the future children hurt. So when he caught sight of Noire wiping blood from her face his breath caught in his throat.

“N-noire? Are you hurt?” Please be okay, he begged silently, please be okay….

– ❝Oh... you saw?❞ Her heart sank in her chest as she heard his voice, her gloved fingers covered with blood. “This isn’t my blood.” She whispered, lowly, not wanting the man to hear her say it. 

– ❝A brigand saw me. I didn’t mean to kill him. I didn’t. ❞ She looked up at him, playing with the bow in her hands quietly. “Truly. Otherwise I wouldn’t have resulted to going this far.” Shaking hands pulled their gloves off, and her face fell, looking at the pile of a thief who once was breathing. “I’m sorry...”

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starter for EMMERYN

– IT was as if time stood still when Noire saw Emmeryn. With little to go off of knowing her, since in her time she was dead before Noire even took her first breath. But she had noticed. The memory loss, the confusion, all of it. She wondered if this was how her mother and younger brother felt. Not that she would ever ask any of them, but those thoughts always went through her mind. 

– EMMERYN was a beacon of hope in her eyes -- never had she seen a woman so strong. Admiration flowed through her. She, Noire, unable to even speak to Tharja or Robin half of the time, not to mention the rest of the shepherds. And Emmeryn always seemed opposite to her. She wanted to be like Emmeryn. Someone who people looked up to. 

– ❝I don’t mean to frighten you... But may I ask how you are doing?❞ This seemed like a good place to start, as Noire had really never spoken to any of the royal family before. Just Lucina and Owain. “I’m a friend of your niece... Lucina. And nephew Owain. I... well, just thought we should talk. I look up to you, Exalt Emmeryn.”

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starter for MOTHER

– ❝MOTHER, may I ask you something?!❞ noire let out a soft sigh, her gloved hand tangled in her hair. her relationship with her parents was an odd one -- she did not get along with tharja, and she was constantly envious of morgan, too afraid to speak to robin. she silently sat beside her ‘mother’, feeling awkward. Was it normal to not look anything like your parent? Most likely not. Maybe she was just a random kid tharja picked up. Her thoughts ran, until she opened her mouth to actually ask what she had came here for. 

– ❝ARE you proud of Morgan and I? Are you happy to meet us? Mother seems to not want us here. I’m beginning to think my brother and myself were mistakes. ❞

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starter for severa

--  ❝BUT, severa!❞ noire let out a weakened protest at the thought of joining the morrow’s battle. Knees were already shaking, hands already clammy. Could they not find anyone else to take her position in this battle? Noire’s eyes drooped, and she set her bow down on the grass. “I’m not good at fighting. Or healing. I can cheer you on... My talisman!” She smiled as if something had clicked within her mind. 

-- ❝LET the grimleal bathe in the blood as to which they were born in!❞ noire placed a hand on her hip, looking up at the taller girl. “Severa! I will smite anyone who tries to get in the way of the shepherds cause! That I swear to you.” 

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please rb this if you’re wanting / willing to roleplay with an independent severa!!

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ooc -- i am gonna fix the colors on my theme and then write starters for all those following

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please reblog if you’re wanting / willing to roleplay with an independant noire? i’m excited after from a long break from roleplaying! and i’m looking for pals.