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Reblog & follow for a pretty lady with a penchant for violence and boarder-line unhealthy obsession with red velvet flavored items. Written by Jazzy. 

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With armor spread out, the mercenary goes to great lengths to tend each and every piece. Polishing the metal with the upmost care, ensuring it was clear of all marks, scuffs, and scratches. It wasn’t all that often she was able to do such an intensive endeavor, but since she was back in Fullmoon’s territory the chance had presented itself. 

One day… One day I will etch the family’s crest into this… Dragging her finger along the cool surface of her breast plate a pang hits her chest. There was nothing more she desired than to take back all that was her’s; to free the people who had been torn from her father’s hands and her own. I’ll come back. I promise. Everything I do is for them. Yet that was, in part, a lie. Loni could claim she wasn’t being selfish, but at the end of the day she was. While she did wish to save them from Leanne’ reign, Loni wanted revenge. She wanted to wring the Queen’s life out with her own too hands, watch as she choked and pleaded and gasped for air. She wanted her to suffer for her crimes even if it wouldn’t bring back all those who had been lost, nor would it give Loni back the childhood that was stolen from her. 

“Bell, Glady… Is that you two over there? Stop messing around. You’re going to…-?” Head rises and she catches sight of something, or rather someone, she hadn’t been expecting. “Ah, sorry. I thought you were my wolves.” 

Truthfully, venturing overseas, Byleth hadn’t expected to once more return to the mercenary lifestyle. However, she had quickly come to the realization that Fodlan’s gold simply wasn’t the type of currency used in these countries, and while she could exchange some, she needed a regular supply. And, well, she already had significant experience as a mercenary...

So, at least for a time, it was wise for her to join up with a company, especially as it gave her ample opportunity to practice the language in this region, as unfamiliar as it was to her. The few contacts she’d made directed her to this little, quiet town, to speak with a particular woman about employment. The town itself didn’t style itself as the headquarters of a mercenary group, at least not on the surface. But the former professor knew better than most that appearances could be deceiving.

Byleth’s inquiries initially had been met with some skepticism, but when she clarified who had told her to come, there was almost a silent sigh of relief, before she finally got the answers she’d been looking for. Stepping closer to the woman in question with fairly quiet, controlled movements, she maintained some distance, keeping her hands visible at all times - clearly strangers weren’t fully trusted, here, so she decided to keep any suspicious actions to a minimum - and spoke carefully, mostly because her skill with the language was still rough, at best.

“Miss... Loni? My... name is Byleth. I am sorry if my speech is a little... unusual? I am not from here... But I was spoken... I was told you could offer me work. I am a mercenary.”

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Thinking about Shez in a maid outfit...

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Just popping in to let y’all know that I’m still around, work’s just been kicking my ass something extra fierce lately, thanks to various promotions my workplace has been holding that’ve had customers coming in droves.

I haven’t forgotten about Byleth or you guys! I’ve just completely and utterly lacked the energy to be here -

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A good night’s sleep did help with my motivation to write, somewhat, but I think I might need a few more before brain is willing to cooperate, again.

One day, the pathways of my brain will be repaired enough for Byleth to step out from it and into my replies -

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...You know, thinking about it, my lack of energy post-work could very well be attributed to a lack of enough sleep. I’ve been going to bed way too late, these days, despite giving myself a very specific bedtime.

Creative energies are high due to exercise, but writing energies are low, presumably due to not getting enough sleep. I shall endeavor to get more.

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Okay, I managed to get a few things in order; considering how even I don’t understand Byleth’s standards, sometimes, it takes a lot of time to sort through the way she is with sexuality and romance. But I got some things out of the way for sure -

First and foremost, as mentioned elsewhere, Byleth is incredibly demisexual, to the point where it’s easy to mistake her for asexual until she meets someone she’s romantically interested in. Her libido does exist, but it has absolutely no bearing on her behavior, nor does she feel any drive to satisfy it. If a normal person’s libido is like an itch, one that can be scratched for relief but potentially ignored if you have the willpower, then Byleth’s is like a faint headache - annoying to deal with, a bit distracting, but easily ignored.

As a result of the above, Byleth has zero experience with an actual sex drive, as once she starts feeling romantic attraction to someone, her libido practically kicks into overdrive, and she’ll begin exploring her body more, fantasizing about touching and being touched by the object of her affections, all the while being very confused by these new feelings. She’s gotten the talk from Jeralt and other mercenaries, so she’s not blind to the idea of sex nor that it’s how one has kids, but considering she’s never felt this sexual drive before, she’ll have no idea what’s going on and may even consult someone - most likely Manuela, if possible.

You might think Byleth’s inability to express herself well would make things awkward in the bedroom, and... well, you’re partially right. On one hand, while she’s perfectly receptive to tenderness and softer loving from her partner, unless they know her inside and out, sexually, she’s probably not going to emote much from less stimulating acts. On the other hand, it serves as a much easier gauge to tell when you’re doing something right, because the moment you find a sweet spot, she’s going to get very expressive - exploring her body until she actually emotes is a very good way to find her most sensitive erogenous areas.

Once she can actually get into doing the deed with her lover, Byleth will actually prefer to keep as much clothes on as possible during the act - even though her partner is someone she typically trusts implicitly, she still feels uncomfortable bearing her chest and back scars while in such a vulnerable state. Trying to consistently undress her all the way during sex will eventually drive her to lose the mood and back off entirely for a few days. It’s only once she feels comfortable bearing them to someone entirely that she’ll accept being fully nude during the act.

Byleth doesn’t really have any preferred positions, and will, in fact, often learn to prefer whatever positions her partner enjoys. Her sexual preferences are easily molded by her lover - if they’re a sub, she’ll learn to be dominant. If they’re a dom, she’ll sub in an instant. If they’re a switch, she’s just as eager to take on the opposite role they’re feeling. Does her partner prefer a certain position? Enough times in it, and she’ll start taking the initiative with it. One thing that is consistent, though, is that once she starts feeling more confident with her sexuality and her partner, she likes to tease, due to the mischievous side of her personality that awoke at Garreg Mach. If she’s in the mood, her partner will know because she’ll be doing her best to rile them up in turn.

Kink-wise, Byleth is almost as malleable as she is position-wise. She’s comfortable trying a lot of things with/for her partner, but there’s a few things she likes and dislikes immediately. On the likes side, Byleth will quickly discover that she finds it easiest to get going when outdoors; due to spending much of her time in camps or in the wilderness, Byleth feels most comfortable getting down and dirty out in the open, likely much to the shame and embarrassment of her partner. On the dislikes, she will instantly realize the moment that they try that she hates any form of bondage - even just tying her hands to the bedpost will make her uncomfortable and too antsy to get into the act.

Byleth is monogamous as fuck - not because she necessarily dislikes or disagrees with the idea of polygamy, but rather that her insecurities will not let her be comfortable with the idea of a polyamorous relationship. She might even feel romantic attraction to multiple people at once before she’s in a dedicated relationship, but if her partner so much as even suggests the idea of polygamy, prepare for her to get incredibly worried and paranoid. Her self-doubt will spike, she’s going to get very concerned that she’s not doing enough as a partner very quickly, and may even break down in their arms, begging to not be replaced. Byleth’s insecurities just simply don’t allow for anything beyond monogamy.

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Making my Byleth canon-divergent has been such a freeing experience, you have no idea.

This (particular take on this) woman is mine and IntSys can pry her from my cold, dead hands -

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But also just in general, if there’s anything you might want to know about Byleth, whether out of curiosity or for an interaction, I will 100% take any chance I can get to go on a tirade about this weird mercenary-teacher woman -

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Since it’s Sunday and Byleth is still being stubborn about my drafts, feel free to send in questions about Byleth regarding sexuality, relationships, attraction, and all that stuff if you’re curious. I’ve got general ideas, but it’d be a week and a half for me to sort it all out into a coherent bundle of headcanons, so if there are things people just wanna know, feel free to hit me up -

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Aww, kid…

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Had it truly been five years since that day? It was a naïve promise; made as idealistic children, for as unwise and unwitting each of them were in their part to the grand war that had unfolded and rocked Fódlan to it’s core. Could she be faulted for allowing herself this moment of childlike innocence? The war had taken each of them to separate corners of the Empire and the wider world, in truth, perhaps, it was silly to expect anyone to attend and yet, her feet had walked her to the monastery steps as it had done all those years ago.

There was no purpose, no rhyme or reason for her to return; the war efforts had kept the Imperial Army busy at Adrestia’s borders, the Kingdom conspired with Rhea and the Church of Seiros to the north and the Alliance’s state of affairs….well, Claude’s penchant for tactics and secrecy preceded him. Such things were not hers to dwell on for the moment. The war ever raged on as did the burning need for her to see it through to it’s conclusion.

All had changed the moment they had been unable to save /her./ The memory still replayed itself in her mind now, fixed to those of other lives she had been powerless to save and yet…it still stung.

The Goddess Tower had ever been a building of promise for as little hope as the goddess had provided to her - talks of vows, promises and bonds ever the thing of childish fancy for as much as the thought of it now still put a small, timid smile along her lips. It was a sense of guidance, serenity perhaps, in a world that seemed to be ever-changing around them and on a night like tonight, a sky full of stars that simply took her breath away in it’s staggering beauty. What was it to remain? To linger? To someone who’s thoughts ever turned to the future out of necessity? Bigger questions than her, she supposed and yet, the answer felt ever unsatisfactory to a curious mind.

It appeared she was alone. There had been little cause for hope otherwise, after all, for as much as trailing her hand along the wall, recounting time spent - small chips in the stone, views that brought her back to her days as a student and the hope that had brought her here in the first place built and swelled softly within her chest.

Edelgard moved carefully, one step at a time as she ventured inside the tower; hand carefully gripping the railing as she ascended its steps; a gesture, she noted, her parents had walked themselves in more peaceful times for as much as their guidance and love had brought her to walk, fight and stand this tall so far.

It was only as she neared the tower’s peak that she heard loose footsteps on the platform above, stance tensing initially as her arm fell to her side; hand settling lightly at her hip, resting mere inches from the dagger she kept on her person for sentimental reasons if she required it so. While security had ever been lax since the grander war had broken out with many of it’s soldiers retreating with their leaders to the Kingdom or returning to their home countries to fight, there was always the possibilities of bandits or opportunists looking to make a base in such a key central location to the three territories and yet, if it had proved so dangerous, she had yet to see it.

Placing her hand carefully along the simple wooden door’s edge - a building seen fit not to reinforce when war had broken out, Edelgard breathed in deeply. Whatever lay beyond it, whoever she would come to face in her honouring of tradition long past, she would face it head on - as she had every challenge that had come before.

Applying careful pressure, she persisted and yet, as small hushed light filled in the gap of the night sky in her view, nothing could have prepared her for the sight she soon came to face with and her name spoken by someone she long thought lost to time.

“Professor, I…!” The words left her mouth before she had chance to think, expression frozen as bright, wide eyes stared out to make sense of every detail of the scene before her. She had ever hoped, ever believed in spite of the evidence. They had found nothing in their expeditions, nothing of substance in the days, months and years they had spent searching for the other - only stopping as every inch of the battlefield had been checked and yet, the truth in front of her was undeniable.

“We looked, I looked—we couldn’t find you.” Years of emotions came flooding back; joy, anger, excitement, boundless, sinking guilt, barely able to stand with how tightly the image of her teacher stood before her once more warmed a heart she ever thought cold as the war raged on; an unsteady hand coming out to reach for the other’s shoulder as final, tangible proof she was here and alive.

“Where have you been?”

Admittedly, at this particular moment, logic dictated that Byleth should flee. Retreat, avoid this meeting so she didn’t say or do anything that would risk her plans coming to light... But the side of her who still cared deeply for the Emperor, who wanted that bond she once had with Edelgard again, rooted her feet to the ground. The mere mention of her former title of Professor, threatened to make her weak, and the moment Edelgard’s hand touched her shoulder, however gently, was the moment her resolve to stay silent crumbled.

“...When you don’t want to be found, and you know these lands as well as I do... It isn’t difficult to elude detection.” The sentences are spoken slowly, almost as if she was calculating and measuring what she was saying - and yet, there was a slight waver to her voice, revealing the measure of emotion at this reunion that didn’t show on her ever-stoic face. As if to affirm that notion, Byleth’s hand reached up to where Edelgard’s lay on her shoulder, but rather than remove it, it simply lay atop hers. Light enough that the Emperor could easily withdraw her own, yet her fingers twitched slightly, as if restraining herself from clasping it around the other woman’s. But the gesture alone, coming from a woman who had shown, time and again, clear reticence against her hands being touched or grasped by most, how she still cared.

“...I’m sorry. I wasn’t... sure if I was being hunted or not, but regardless... I had things I needed to do.” Unspoken of was her guilt, how terrible she felt for fleeing from the young woman. While she had made her students stay, to give Edelgard allies she could still trust, there was no doubt that her decision to join neither side of this war had stung - even if it wasn’t the worst possible outcome for her former student, Byleth’s refusal to choose a side couldn’t have been one easily accepted.

“I... understand if you’re angry with me. If you’ve... lost any trust in me. I should have been there for you, but I...” For the briefest of moments, a pained expression falls over Byleth’s face, the former professor lowering her head in the next instance, only for her head to raise once the feelings were covered up and her expression once again as neutral as it usually was. “No. I won’t make excuses. Whatever the reasons were... I abandoned you when I should’ve stood by your side. I can’t take that back, and any excuses are just air, at this point.”

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Byleth: Wants to do things

Me: “Okay, cool, let’s start on drafts, then!”

Byleth: Lazes about

Me: “Bitch wtf”

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PSA

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together. 

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