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/ *KICKS DOWN DOOR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT*

BRUH

THRACIA 776 CONFIRMED IN APRIL

MY CHILDREN THE MORGANS COMING TOMORROW

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME Y’ALL HOLY SHIT

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So, let’s talk about Deirdre and the Book of Naga.

In the game, Deirdre was never shown to wield the Book of Naga at any point. At least, never in battle. In retrospect, Deirdre’s signature weapon has always been Aura, the weapon that she has when she’s recruited. I’ve always had the thought that Deirdre has probably held the Book of Naga perhaps one or two times, and one of those times was probably to solidify the fact that she is indeed of Naga’s line. Azmur recognized that she had the brand when Arvis introduced her, so her being able to actually read and wield the Holy Weapon of the royal family is more so assurance that it’s actually true. With Kurth dead and Azmur literally on his last legs, Heim’s bloodline would be wiped out. Precautions would probably be necessary.

But back to her connection with the Book of Naga. Julia once described the feeling of wielding it as if she has known it all of her life. Deirdre definitely feels that sort of mysterious familiarity. Whether she was normal or amnesiac, she would definitely feel the same, but I think would be more poignant for her as an amnesiac. She, who literally remembers nothing of who she was or where she came from, feels something that feels so familiar to her it’s as if she regained a part of herself. And in a way, she did. She found out about one half of her bloodline that even her normal self never knew about. So naturally, she’s very drawn to it. But at the end of Gen 1, there’s not a reason for her to wield it in terms of battle. With Sigurd and the gang gone and Arvis uniting the lands, there was an era of peace, and therefore little reason for the use of the Book of Naga.

But she does familiarize herself with the tome. When Deirdre has moments of contemplation or whenever she would feel lost in the walling of her lost memories, she comes down to a peaceful place with the Book of Naga and just reads it. Every heavy spell and complicated incantation, every worn page of which she can read perfectly, she immerses herself within it. Its’ mysterious aura brings her to a state of calm, and she sometimes holds it whenever she learns to meditate again. It helps brings her back to center.

That being said, Deirdre also recognizes that what she is holding is a powerful, powerful weapon. Where Deirdre pre-amnesia has dreams of Loptyr, Deirdre post-amnesia has sporadic dreams of Naga. She dreams of a warm, yet piercing holy light. She dreams of a golden dragon whose roar can pierce the darkness. And it is intimidating to her. Especially in the later years in her life. That’s when she dreams of both Loptyr and Naga at the same time. All of this power that has been within her bloodline, it’s a fearful thing. There is a feeling of familiarity and reverence, but there is also a great fear from the power that it brings. And yet despite this, she just knows that it will be important one day, and the book must be kept safe. It’s a premonition of hers that proves to be valid in terms of what happens to her children and Arvis keeping it safe after her death.

Concerning Deirdre in Heroes, the book is her one lifeline of familiarity in a strange world. She doesn’t remember much about the world she came from, considering that she is fresh into her amnesia, but she does feel that the Book of Naga is a part of her. Despite its power and its mystery, it is the most familiar thing she knows. And she considers it a precious possession of hers in any verse, despite not entirely being associated with it in the game proper.

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シグディア実装おめでとう

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CHEATER SPOTTED

ur hobo wife evolved into supreme hobo wife the rng is good

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【Goodbye to you

           Goodbye to everything that I knew                                                                 You were the one I loved                                                                                           The one thing that I tried to hold onto】

Hey, Jessica here! Please, like or reblog if you are interested in interacting with Cigyun/Sigyn from Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War!

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Holy crap. Mom hasn’t even come home to me yet , usin’ Celly to support the dad this time

god dangit first manfroy and loptyr now the RNG celly and dei can’t catch a break smh

prayer circle for forest mom to come home to yuan

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hello everyone let me introduce you guys to the forest nuke known as deirdre

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But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via sketchofthepast)

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deirdre for inktober - i summoned her today! what a tragic character…

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“A reason? Oh my... I was not aware that I required a simple reason.”

A blush adorned her cheeks, vividly expressing a simple pink as she giggled to herself. The knight’s mischief has not gone unnoticed, ( with how he often teases her, of course. ) but she cared not. She will endure any boyish simpers and charms that he cared to unveil. After all, two can play at that game. Enveloped by the warmth of his strong arms, her hold around him tightens in a gentle squeeze.

“Will the reason ‘I simply wish to hold you’ suffice?”

@holysight continued from here!

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You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you.

Leon Trotsky (via ophelia-network)

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The outburst was, to say the least, unexpected. A brief gasp escapes her lips, startled at this sudden turn in the other’s tone. But her surprise held no candle to the sense of pain etched from within the words that were spoken. It was a genuine, pure emotion that she can feel resonate with her very core, and it made Deirdre’s heart ache even more.

Losing an identity does brings out a sense of loss. Who am I? Such a question should come easy to the human spirit, and losing that... there was deep frustration in the mere act of trying to recall, anxiety over the imagination of who you’ve might have been, and great sadness upon the mere thought of the possibility that it might be forever lost. ( She refused to think upon the latter. It will not be a question. If she does, then she is truly lost. )

This girl knows that anguish. She knows. She must have when her voice sounded so pure when she spoke.

She wanted to ask how she came to terms with losing her memory ( And she was so young too... Deirdre herself was still struggling with it at this very moment, and yet... what hardships this girl must have seen. ), but had decided against it for now. It didn’t seem to be the right time to ask such a painful thing of her. But Deirdre is moved by her regardless. Dwelling upon her own current limitations makes her more... pessimistic that she would like to admit, even more so now as of late. Her assurance brings her a sense of... relief, in a way. Perhaps it was because Deirdre can recognize that she truly meant those words.

And so, she smiles. It was small, but it was there.

“...thank you. Truly. It means a lot to me that you would say so, my lady.” she said, clearing her throat to regain herself. Emotion, much like the spirit, was a powerful thing to feel. “Despite my great grievances concerning my memories, perhaps I should see coming here as a blessing in a sense. In the present... perhaps I could build myself anew. To see what comes naturally to me... right now that is all that I feel I can do aside from playing my part.” It was a start, she supposed. It was better than dwelling upon what seemed to be beyond her reach... and suffer silently in the process. ( Unfortunately, that seemed to become a nasty little habit. )

“I cannot describe it well, but I feel as though there is a common thread between us. Whatever the cause it may be... I was speaking truth when I wished for your company.” Her hands clasp together in front of her, resting against her robes as she became a little more hopeful. Again, she would hate to make this girl uncomfortable in such few moments together. But surely if she wanted to pursue what came naturally, then she should at least try. “You would never be a bother to me, I promise you.”

  the despair is replaced. instead, dread is a new flavor to her tongue.

          ❝ … why? why would you think—? ❞

 she remembers too well now ( and wishes it was the opposite ) the feeling of seeking for her mother’s warmth. the gentle, candid light deirdre used to envelop her. some theorized it was the holy blood but, what did nobles know? they understood nothing. they had always been the ones in power, condemning the whole continent into a bath of blood. if she had grown up, lived the life she’d been born into — would she have been the same?

                                    a puppet left ignorant towards the masses’ suffering.

          ❝ not having your memories, who can blame you for that? it’s not your fault! ❞

 THE WHAT-IF IS PLAUSIBLE. her biggest worry as a child had been simple, carry flowers with julius and bring them to their mother, their clothes dirty and covered in mud. princess julia had been a happy, carefree child, too innocent to survive in the world she was thrown into too quickly. the orphan lewyn picked up had callouses on her hands now, tries to find her place in the world, as she mourns for a family long gone.

          ❝ forgive me… i didn’t meant to be harsh. i… i was once the same, i lost my memories when i was a little girl. ❞

 the words are barely controlled, the pain slips through them. she understands ( more than anyone ) being an amnesiac, growing up without a sense of who you truly are. the sense of loss of being a whole individual.

 the bards will sing of a holy maiden of the forest. she dreads the day it comes, people praise nonsense and attempt to erase the humanity. julia wants to believe in the woman of flesh and blood, the one who put her out of harm’s way, the person who had loved her.

          ❝ but… you aren’t burden. you aren’t. please, don’t think you are. ❞

                                    i won’t allow anyone call you that. i refuse.

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What Deirdre actually says:

“Darling, be careful. That man is a fearsome foe... but I have faith that you will prevail.”

What Deirdre is actually thinking:

Destroy him Son literally just blow air on him he is a decrepit old fossil you can take him my boy --

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“... you don't know who I am?” the words are fragile, the trail of hope cut instantly as soon as julia whispers them. her core attempts to stiffle a cry but her eyes sting, attempt to let out the tears. instead, she clenches her fists, grips them to her dress. “i see. i'm sorry for bothering you, mo...” stop. don't say it. “my lady.”

It was an honest answer, or so she initially thought it to be so.

Hardly anything seemed familiar to her in this strange new world that she’s been brought to, much less having anyone that was brought in the same manner as she be familiar to her. This girl – Young as she looked to be. Perhaps she was close to her age? Deirdre didn’t know. – seemed to believe that she knew who she was. But what can one, whose precious memories were lost in the recess of her mind, say except for an obvious no?

Her lips pressed into a thin line, expression melding into a look of melancholy as she watched her. Has she… has she said something wrong? She has, hasn’t she? She can sense it. Seeing this girl so forlorn brings great sadness that came unbidden within her heart, and thus Deirdre begins to speak in her assurance. 

“Please, no… you’ve not bothered me at all, my lady. Rest assured.” she began, shaking her head.  “Although… if I have unknowingly caused offense, then I offer my sincere apologies. My memories… they are gone. All save for my own name are lost on me. If I have known you once, my lady…” Her voice trails off, brows furrow into a light frown and Deirdre feels a lump forming in her throat. Was this girl a friend? A relative, perhaps? ( The resemblance is uncanny, she can’t help but admit. Surely the thought was possible? ) Who is she to her? Questions among questions… and Deirdre still has no answers for them.

‘No. Don’t dwell upon it now. Your frustration would only grow further.’

“If… If it would not be too much trouble… perhaps you and I could spend more time in one’s company? If I had known you once, then… I would greatly love it if we could spend more moments together in the future.” If she knew her… then maybe that would trigger memories inside of her. She was cautiously hopeful of the possibility… but not if it meant this girl’s comfort. The last thing that Deirdre wanted to do was impose where she is not wanted. “…that is, if it pleases you. I would hate to be a burden upon you.”

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Deirdre Lady of the Forest

Fire Emblem Heroes !

FEH took an interesting route with Deirdre as she’s left in a precarious state of mind. In FE4 her memories are willfully taken and she is abducted by Manfroy in order to resurrect the Dark Dragon, Loptyr. The mobile game has chosen to depict her prior to meeting Arvis meaning that she sadly does not remember a single one of her children.

On a side note, I believe Paralogue Deirdre is entirely different from the one capable of being summoned.

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Never be ashamed of how much you love, or how quickly you fall. Love fully, love completely, but most importantly, love naturally — and don’t you ever apologize for it. Don’t ever be sorry for loving the way your heart knows how.

(via kbfoto)

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ways to start feeling again

sit in the sun without anything to do, feel the heat of the rays hit your skin, realize that this sunlight has travelled a very long way to reach you

walk around barefoot and try to feel as much of the ground under your feet as you can, notice every rock and blade of grass

sit quietly for a while and notice the touch of breath in your nostrils, feel how the air gets cooler as you inhale and warmer as you exhale

drive around aimlessly and blast some of your favorite songs, scream/sing along to them and feel the vibrations of your favorite lyrics as they change the air in your throat and around you, feel that the music is healing you from the inside out

stay away from alcohol or drugs for a few days, try to be as aware and present as you can in every moment, stop trying to numb or dull your senses

eat a few meals without any distractions, notice every bite and taste every flavor that covers your tongue, be grateful for it all

look up at the stars and the moon, understand how small we all are and how immense the universe is, realize what a miracle everything is, let your heart swell with amazement and admiration for life itself