#TOAAprilFools
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bladebrecher · 2 months ago
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"I found this shirt in my closet. I don't remember owning it, but it fits on me. Guess I'll have to wear it until I can find the rest of my clothes..."
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warpaway · 2 months ago
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HEY EVERYONE – april makes kind of a landmark for me as it means i've been in the officer academy community for about six months!! i thought it'd be nice to commemorate the occasion with a follow forever!!  i've met so many new people through the officer academy and it's been such a blast returning to tumblr rp and being able to join such a welcoming and lovely community!!
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ME, ITS MOTH – i like to follow myself so that i can see my own posts on every dash.  in case you didn't know, i also run these blogs!!  feel free to come over and say hello!!
@azelfire @senerist @warpaway
NEW FRIENDS – i feel like i can comfortably call you people friends and i'm so glad to have met you through this group!!
@adalrikr @yukyunotabibito @goldoanheart @tossup-tempest @contempenitent @lollipop-bribes @radiantpaths @freliasarrow @justicespeared @naganokoe @thunderbanned @vallitevoice @livingrief @otgolokh @anthieseofvalentia @adheidth @nevassan @loyaldeserter @viridescent-lance @katabatiic @berglietz @aimlessarchery @allyphase @encantresse @luminousrider @nagaficat
HELLO AGAIN – after quitting tumblr rp for about 6 years i wasn't sure i would ever come back.  being able to reconnect with familiar faces has been a lot of fun!!
@blacktempest @in--nagas--name @fletching-scar @landslioness @craneswings @jasperblion @tineoffreege @pirrhyc @diadic @lazulienne @deliverred @justicefanged @fangedjustice
AGI – agi (she/they)
@princeofopenness @hatariwildheart @direthunder
EYES ON YOU – i have been lurking your threads especially.  i love seeing you guys on my dash!!
@kgetsu @rafent @duchaisruin @war-father @quartzhearted @losojos-decupido @theofficersacademy @hosannan @nobilisseoblige @mahalikha @cotharach @zweiflugelig @starrook @sciathrach @hermidetta @stellalimned @dcggersedge @verseandrhyme @cursedbluebird @maligknightsthorns @old-scalebag @ulircursed @shadoll @twistedisciple
HERE'S TO THE FUTURE – to all of you who didn't fit in any of the above categories, to all of you who i haven't yet had the pleasure of interacting with, and to all of you who have still made this group a lovely place to be for me.
@eruditesunrise @freliaslance @futurepastlord @sublimeflowoftime @pillarofopenness @nohrslittleflower @amatsuken @heavy-draw @petuniasblessing @grxstnnefealltoir @cielenruine @bladeunbound @crimsonpaved @petuniasblessing @fe13chrom @fellincantation @lunatenais @unrivale @gloucesterrose @freedomarrow @regnumaves @failnaughted @threads-of-healing @anruraiocht @nabataprophet @machiot @goldmaries @heriteur @gentleaureole @heliacalrisings @deathsdue @bladebrecher @archiepiscopus @crevassier @egittae @astrasword @ninisdance @shiningfalcon @championsblade @verdantshotarrow @optimismxmagicism @cendrivinite @rozyrne @wolfhednn @gurado-no-nouru @far-from-common @grimatruth @rineas @thestaunchshieldvassel @lilchxrmer @dyshonor @crookedorel @blaiddllodi @peerlessscowl @serraic @wingboundwarrior @mercenarymage @boundlesschaos @lindwyvrm @tomestudyholic @taguelbunnyboy @bladespromotedpawn @moriddyn @thelightofcreation @renaisguy @deamare @fluxrspar @knighteclipsed @alyration @unsungblade @princepsumbra @laslow @princessmacedon @ephemeralove @frauleindermorgen @amitieos @ashenprofessor @hresvelged @virtuoustyrfing @sacretic @carefreemonk @gentlenekomata @reddragonprincess @aubins @justices-blade @lycianlynx @fabledoath @lionscion @delicatevalentine
thank you all for a lovely six months!!  here's to another unspecified time period!!
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freliaslance · 2 months ago
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Tana dresses in green today, reminiscent of Innes's clothing in cut, color, and style, though she fastens it all up to fit her figure better. There is little she can do about her hair, so she lets it stay loose to cascade down her back, regretting that she could not find a decent color to cover her deep blue. No matter, she thinks she gets across her point well enough like this.
Standing with her back straight, she strides into Garreg Mach from the town where she is currently staying until the dorms are fixed. "I have not yet had breakfast, yet I am itching to challenge someone to a duel. If only Ephraim were around, I could ignore everything else and demand he fight me until I win. Ah, you there! Spar with me!"
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th1nginthewoods · 2 months ago
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Whee have an Apollo
Did I use the Apollo Belvedere as a reference? Yes. Yes I fucking did.
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hermidetta · 2 months ago
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(paw to glass) bbernie they sheared you
maria they peele me🪒 🦃
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egittae · 2 months ago
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Clouds heavy with dark magic quickly dominate the area, choking all who dare to approach. The wind picks up, the ground shakes, you feel a surge of dread at the pit of your stomach. As you stare at the figure in front of you, fear bleeds into your very bones holding you in place. You can't look away. The stare is tantalizing.
You choose to answer to the entity's call, and join its plight.
Once the mist dissipates, you finally see the subject of your horrors- and your new leader.
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...baa.
Welcome to the Cult of the Lamb(ert?).
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duchaisruin · 2 months ago
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BREAKING MY SILENCE...
@cielenruine || @crevassier
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Miklan shifted around on the barrel, trying to find a spot that could be tolerable to sit. At least enough to get through this. Running a hand through clumps of matted hair, he took a breath in. "Alright. Listen up," Fiddling with his legs, he kicked away some rotting apple peels (Seiros they really needed to clean the place), downing a breath of musty air "I'm Miklan Anschutz—a former member of House Gautier."
"With the newly appointed Emperor exposing the Archbishop and the Church for corruption and the Crest System, I'm going to tell you lot about the real House Gautier that Faerghus doesn't want people knowing about."
Ever since the Empire declared war on the Church, commoners and nobles alike were scrambling to figure out their loyalties. To nobody's shock, Mach flopped over and turned their backs on the Kingdom (that bunch were indecisive fence hoppers from the start). Miklan wasn't fond of Adrestia; but if the spoiled brat turned emperor is able see how Crestless, such as himself, were forced out of their noble houses and kicked to the streets because the Crest system. Hell, if she really was going to uproot the rotten Crest system…
… Well, he wanted to make his stance clear.
"First off, everything you heard about Faerghus about Crests is true. The Kingdom is obsessed with Crests, they don't give a rats ass about talent, or honour, or any of that garbage they love to preach. No, at the end of the day, it's always about those damn Crests."
"A close ally of House Gautier was the late King. The late King's elder brother, Regent Rufus, was overlooked in favour for the King. All because he didn't had a Crest. Regent Rufus is a talented man, I spoke to him personally—an expert in politics, understood what was best for our country, he was more than capable of being king."
"That didn't matter though, because his younger brother had a Crest. Regent Rufus was forced to govern Itha as grand duke, hidden away from Fhirdiad in favour of the late King." Furrowing his brow, he slammed a fist into his knee. Damn the Crested for leaving commoners like him to live in a broken shithole of a country. "King Lamber died in Duscur, leaving the Kingdom in ruin and forcing Regent Rufus to govern a broken country. His future was stolen from him—not just by his brother—but by the Crests. Regent Rufus' case is one of the many noble children of Faerghus who lack Crests."
"The Crested nobles of Faerghus flock together, they steal the futures of Crestless folks, chaining them away without anything to their name. The worst part? Those rotten bunch cover for each other."
"Margrave Gautier, my father…" Blowing out a sigh, Miklan made sure to blink twice as he lowered his shoulders. "When I was born and I didn't manifest the Crest of Gautier, his intention was to replace me as soon as possible. Margrave Gautier acts like he cares about talent and getting the job done, but that man's obsessed with Crests. Don't believe me? The late Margravine was expecting his second child before she died. That was his intention from the start."
His hands twisted the fabric of his pants as familiar rage burned deep through his veins. "When Sylvain, the current heir of Gautier, was born—everyone in house Gautier left me to fend for myself—I had to survive in that nightmare of a house treated less than dirt, while Sylvain was allowed to take everything from me. They didn't just allow him, but he was encouraged to take whatever he wanted because he was born with a Crest."
"I had all of the skills to become Margrave: I could lead our men well in battle, I understood the aims of our enemy. It didn't matter how skilled I was, the position of Margrave is not dictated by skill, but by Crest." Lowering his voice, the brigand dropped his head. "Eventually, I was disowned for being Crestless. I was forced out on the streets, forced to become a brigand and freeze during the winter. All because I didn't had the Crest of Gautier."
"Even though Gautier's stationed a hostile border, the crest bearing fool spends all of his skipping classes, shirking training, just to go chase skirts. Tell me, what kind of Margrave would turn a blind eye when his son is running around trying to bed everyones daughters, and toss em' out like rotting fruit? Margrave Gautier turned his head away when the degenerate was relentlessly pursuing Lord Gwendol's daughter."
Rubbing his eyes with a hand, Miklan huffed. "House Gautier will tell you that I tried murdering their heir, they'll lie and say I left him to freeze to death or stuffed him down a wall. But they're scared in their boots that a Crestless commoner is revealing the truth about their house. That's what Crested nobles do, they spread lies and slander about the Crestless who fight back against their bullshit."
"Emperor Edelgard, if you're watching this—do what you will with this information. I'm staying out of your war."
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old-scalebag · 2 months ago
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"... You missed the sides."
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otgolokh · 2 months ago
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...Something smells. Karel sighs through his teeth — Shit's about to get real weird today.
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berglietz · 2 months ago
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He's...really stumped by this. The boy was not expecting a brain teaser today. (thank u @shadoll this has been keeping my brain busy for hours on and off today KJSHDFJS)
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bladebrecher · 2 months ago
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"Damn it, where did my top go?"
He supposes he'll have to wear something a bit different today, much to his dismay.
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ulircursed · 2 months ago
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Wheres my son youre not my son
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"Professor Grandfather!!" While Cranberry looks all of the part of a little boy, there's still a bird-like litheness in his movement that he takes advantage of to climb the tall human, settling with his arms clinging around Lambert's shoulders. "Father went back to bed 'cause he didn't get enough sleep. Can you play with me instead?"
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laslow · 2 months ago
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[somewhere in the monastery]
Inigo--for that is his true name--glares at the wooden dummy opposite him. The purple sheet he'd thrown over it looks far from threatening, but it's the thought that counts.
Unsheathing his blade with all the solemnity required of a duel, he levels the weapon at the sheet-covered dummy, sword point aimed directly where a heart would be.
Hastily drawn eyes stare sightlessly back at Inigo. The swordsman clears his throat.
"Hello. My name is Inigo Tanestov. You killed my mother. Prepare to die!"
With a shout, he leaps forward, weapon held high. He grips the hilt with two hands as he runs, gathering momentum, until he's within striking distance.
The sword slices down in a clean line. There's a soft tearing of fabric followed by a thunk as it lands in the wooden dummy's neck.
Chest heaving, Inigo yanks his sword free. What a shame the real Grima won't die so easily.
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nohrslittleflower · 2 months ago
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Pr-princess Ellise🥺
Oh naga
She was so sweet
if only i was able to protect her.
Uh
Hi horse?
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“Also I have a name. It’s Muffin.”
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failnaughted · 2 months ago
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Claude what am I looking at
am a ghostie!
oooOOOOOOooooOOOOOoooOo
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hermidetta · 2 months ago
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And why are YOU bald
uncle
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