#hierophantgrima

[tactful-kind-daedra]

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“W-Wait! Pardon me!”

Daedra wove her way through the collection of people, her eyes locked on a familiar shade of purple as it wove through the busy market.

“Ex-Excuse me! Sir!! Please---c-can I ask you something?”

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He was reading. Studying, to be specific, which was pretty much all Robin seemed to be doing these days. He spent the vast majority of his time in the college library, sitting alone at the furthest table in the back with all his textbooks spread out in front of him. He had a few big projects and tests coming up, and the young man didn’t feel the least bit prepared for them yet, so he didn’t expect he would be moving until the building staff actually had to kick him out for the night. It had happened many times before - in fact most of them knew him by name at this point.

One staff member had already come by and suggested he go home - her message still scrawled messily on the tablet he always left open beside him for this exact purpose. You look like crap, go get some sleep, it said. Harsh, perhaps, but the obvious concern on her face had clearly displayed what she was really going for. Robin had chuckled and shrugged it off. He didn’t have time to sleep - even if he did look like crap. Which he was sure he did.

Right now he was actually having trouble staying focused at all. He’d barely eaten that day, and it was nearing evening and he was tired and hungry and honestly just ready to call it a night. But he couldn’t. The dark bag under his eyes were making them feel heavier by the moment, and every now and again his stomach would growl (hopefully quietly), but Robin pressed on. If he didn’t get this stuff through his head by the end of the night he knew he would never be able to, so he’d have to fight through it. He would get this memorised even if it killed him.

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Rise of a New King

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   It’s almost sudden, and instantaneous. There was nothing but silence and darkness for a moment, a sense of dread and loneliness. A feeling of horror hit him, making him gasp and awake with such a start. And then, everything was bright and it was cold. So very cold. Crimson eyes shut again as a groan escape his lips. His entire body ached, and it hurt to take what felt like his first breath. Confusion soon took over when he tried to think back to what was going on before he opened his eyes. His memories were empty, as if this was the first time he ever lived. It felt like he had merely just come into being for the very first time.

  That sense of fear was back for a brief moment when he realized he wasn’t alone. Eyes opening again, he quickly sat up before groaning. This body of his still screamed, every movement causing it to shriek in agony. Every breath felt like knifes digging into his lungs, but progressively lessened. He looked around, noticing the figure that was standing before him. A complete stranger in his eyes, but he still felt as if he should know this person. The fear from before melted away to relief, and he wondered why he felt so happy to see someone else. However, his first thought wasn’t to inquire about the identity of this stranger. No, he asked about the identity of someone else entirely instead.

“Who....who am I?”

[non-credere-in-fata-gone]

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Send 📱 for phone stats | modern verse | still accepting!

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:

N/A (he would have Grima’s ringtone specifically set to the longest possible vibration setting so he would know it was him if he ever called for some reason)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:

He doesn’t mind it, though it would be nice if he would use smiley faces sometimes, and maybe be a little less demanding when he wants something

How quickly my muse responds to your texts:

Depends. If they’re in the middle of a conversation, pretty quickly - if Grima texts him out of nowhere while he’s out sometimes it’ll take a while for him to get back to him. If Grima texts more than once he’ll usually answer faster.

How often our muses text:

A lot. If they’re not together it’s fairly consistent, and even sometimes when they’re in the same area it’s just easier to send a quick text than bother trying to communicate any other way.

How often our muses call:

Very rarely. Robin would call if he thought he’d really upset Grima somehow and had to apologise faster than he could type, which would lead to an awkward silence right after and then immediately hanging up on him.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:

Probably. If Grima is calling him it’s likely just to draw his attention to a missed text, so he would “deny” the call and then answer the text right away.

Last text sent from my muse to yours:

Almost home! c:

[inthemurder]

@hierophantgrima liked for a ‘new grimleal’ starter!

It’s been a long day. A long, bloody day. A large group of people hoping to take down Grima had almost made it to the Plegian castle he sometimes resided in. They plowed through the weaker Risen with eaze, so Henry and the more powerful Risen who guarded the castle had to deal with it. They were greatly outnumbered, which didn’t bother Henry much, as he had curses that could easily kill a hundred people, though when you get into mass curses like that, there’s more room for error. There were many fighters left over who had to be picked off one by one. He and the Risen got the job done, of course, and enjoyed every second of it, but the battle left the dark mage dreadfully tired. He would need some recovery time for his wounds to heal.

Now Henry was in his favorite place to be during his down time, the library. The Plegian castle library was one of the few places left where you could find books that were still intact, and many of them were on the dark arts. They gave him so many wicked ideas for new curses, he loved it so much.

At this point in time, he was passed out on a couch, book open on his chest. Not a position he liked people to see him in, though the only living people in the castle at the moment were himself and Grima, and what were the chances Grima would come in here right now?

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@hierophantgrima

@awakenedprince Ya lil shit. This is your fault…...

DID NOT

Ok now im getting mixed signals here

[heiwanoryu-archive]

Hc + identity

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

I knew it.

Long headcanon ahead.

Identity is something that Corrin struggles with from time to time. Both as the identity of a leader, to her identity as a race.

As a leader, she struggles with self-confidence, and if she fits the 'leader' mold. The identity of being a leader holds many hardships and more power than she knows what to do with it. Being stuck inside the Northern Fortress for so many years, she didn't get the proper 'training' to be a leader. Yet, she leads an army. Her natural leadership is still growing and forming. Not every leader is the same, they have a certain style. She's not sure if hers is the style that should be leading the charge to end a bloody war.

... Does that make sense?

Onto race:

Being half dragon and half human, Corrin has an idea of what her identity is. She sees herself as human, mainly. She wants to blend in as much as possible, unsure of what people would actually think of her if they knew she was half dragon. In her mind, she's given up part of her dragon side for her goals.

Yet, even though it's locked in a cage, the dragon side does fight back. Mainly, this is route dependent. 

In Conquest, Corrin is more 'human' -- don't kill people unless you have to. Spare the lives of others to prove your point that you want to make things right with as little bloodshed as needed. Words can be more effective than violence. This is also due to her want to end the war as soon as possible, as she doesn't want to face King Garon's wrath. She struggles with having to take out Hoshidans, and suffers nightmares because of it. Reminders that she cannot save everyone, and reminders that humans are horrible to one another in war.

Yet, in Birthright, actions speak louder than words. She'll slay Nohrians when necessary, but will still try to spare the lives of those who face her blade. She grows more hostile with King Garon, and the dragon blood festers that drive to destroy. Once more, she doesn't want her blade and dragon form to speak for her. She rather do it with words.

Example of this, in the Wiki's own words:

"As a result of Mikoto's murder they display aggression towards Nohr, though they dislike the idea of having to fight their former Nohrian siblings. As many unavoidable deaths occur during this route, the Avatar grows increasingly hostile towards King Garon, Hans, and Iago for their disregard for human lives. However, they do their best to minimize casualties on the Nohrian front, only killing when necessary as they spared Zola simply because it is what Mikoto would have done and kept him alive due to the usefulness they could have from him in their onslaught of Nohr."

In Revelation, Corrin remains unchanged. Due to the curse, she has to lead her army into battles that many might find unneeded. She knows the truth, but how can she tell those she trusts? Through the game, we find her practically begging for trust until they get to the Vallite Kingdom. To have people trust her, and to have people know she means well. That these battles are needed, and the truth will be relieved as soon as she can say it.

Identity, even now, is hard for her. Is she a Queen, able to lead a kingdom, or just someone sitting there for image’s sake?

[fatumpugnator-a-blog]

{ Oh woops. I CHALLENGE MY FATE! Sorry about that. }

//*thumbs up* No problem, dear! It’s not a mandatory thing or anything like that ^^

[awakenedprince]

hierophantgrima replied to your post: @ anybody who was fighting over Chrom the other...

“Hell even Grima-” lol no Grima don’t want none of that

I GOT INTO COSLAY FOR YOU. LOVE HIM.

[inthemurder]

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For every 🌟 I receive, I’ll share one fun fact about the muse.

Henry’s morals consist mostly of ‘who do I actually care about and what would make them happy or upset’ rather than any set personal rules he holds. He does have some morals that are firmly set, but those mostly consist of ‘don’t hurt those you care about’, ‘don’t kill people who’ve helped you, unless there’s a good reason to’ and ‘don’t kill animals for rituals until you know you need them’, though that last one is more because rotting animals don’t work as well as fresh sacrifices. Other than that, his moral code is extremely flexible.

[exaltedswordsmaster-blog]

@hierophantgrima @asourdir thank you for reading my rules! hmu anytime

[fatumpugnator-a-blog]

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My muse is losing hope and slowly drifting towards the side of evil. Send 💞 to try to save them, or 😈 to encourage them!@hierophantgrimaWhat was the point in her trying to fight anymore? Sure, she and her friends had been fighting Grima for a long time, but where had it gotten them? Nowhere.What had it gotten them? Nothing but more death.Even despite her best attempts, Lucina's hope was starting to waver. She couldn't help but want to give up, to just stop fighting and see what happened next. They were all going to lose, anyways... So there was no point in even trying.The point of the woman's sword dropped, and she sighed quietly, before shaking her head."Maybe there really is no point anymore... I don't want to believe it, but..."She didn't want to finish that sentence.

[avversiera-blog]

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Send ☭ x for a vs. battle quote to your muse ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄

Battle Intro: ❝Even gods must fall!❞ Victory: ❝ Everyone says I’m to die for.❞Half HP:❝You’re big and strong..❞ Low HP: ❝If you want to finish me off, it’ll take a lot more than that!❞Defeat: ❝No fair finishing when I wanted more fun..❞Death: ❝Finally…I can be with you in sweet death..❞ Assist: ❝Let’s punish them.❞ Taunt: ❝I’d heard you were pretty tough, but you’re just an old fart past his prime.❞ Reacting to Taunt: ❝Is this suppose to be a joke? I’m not laughing!❞ Flee:  ❝This was a mistake!❞ Reacting to Flee: ❝All the good ones run!❞ Tie:❝You’re not half bad.❞ Perfect Victory:❝A girl’s gotta live life her own way. You can’t tell me what to do!❞ Low HP Victory:❝Wow, that was actually fun!❞ Finishing Move:❝This will end your suffering! Just give it up!❞

[wielderofsiegfried-blog]

Hinata, your a cool dude and all, but please let me get Leo.

[tipxthexscales-blog]

hierophantgrima replied to your post: So eyyy what kinda ships would fly?? ;)

Robin is like bacON LMAO

WHERE IS THE LIE THO YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHERE ANY LIE IS