#lalamin

[cloudcreates]

lots of ocs over the past couple months 💃💃

[luminousrider]

I Mean It *Is* Called the Earth Lance

During your brief absence, a powerful storm flooded Garreg Mach with what felt like an ocean’s worth of rain. The forested path that leads to Remire Village in Adrestia is still flooded, turning dirt paths into muddy swamps that even the horses don’t want to touch. It’s the foot soldiers who finally have their day, using their lances to vault over bogs and deep puddles. [ Grants Lance +1 ]

 It's a rare occasion that Altena finds herself on a mission without her wyvern but the journey from Thracia was long and Peaches needs the rest. Even if she whined about being left behind. It's a shame. With a flying mount, the bogs and puddles would be meaningless and easily avoided. She could even ferry the other girl she's been paired with across them.

But Peaches is not here and they are both on foot so there is little point in thinking about what ifs. The puddles are deep. Altena steps into one and struggles to pull her boot out of the sticky muck. It's troubling and she worries one wrong step could end up with either of them stuck.

"Be careful," she warns over her shoulder. "I don't like how thick this mud is. We should avoid these puddly spots as best we can but some of them are quite big." She thinks about it for a moment. They could probably use her lance to vault over some of the larger areas but, well, it isn't just any old lance. It's her father's weapon. Her birthright. She wonders if Njörun herself had ever used it in a less conventional way. Ultimately, getting to Remire means getting to people who need their aid and she hopes that's something both Quan and Njörun would approve of so she pulls her lance off of her shoulder. "We could try using this to help jump over them if you think you're able."

@lalamines

[vonochs]

material girls ( and chrom )

-- THE PROMISE OF information and an extra bit of coin is enough to send Monica anywhere, particularly to a place as busy as Issyk. The quiet anticipation of the outpost had left her sick to her stomach in boredom and trepidation, so actually going out there and doing something was enough to dismiss the tension in her shoulders.

“ Ah, finally! “ She spins her arms in a wide arc as she takes a step forward from her companions, head raised to the sky as she dismisses subtly for something aimed more at appearing as normal and carefree as possible. “ Gods, I was absolutely gonna lose it back there. No offense, but interior design, eh... “ She shrugs. “ Not home’s strong suit. “

“ You know, if we spin this the right way, we could make this a girl’s day. Featuring our dearest Chrom, of course, “ she adds, snapping back around with her hands clasped tightly. 

“ Because... uhm, honestly, Emmie, “ she directs the nickname towards Malo, cautious about using the commander’s name right out of the gate, “ I know your typical fits don’t lend themselves well to this sort of thing, but I think picking out some bling might be nice! I always feel better with a little bit of, how to say, new ‘swag’. “ She nods to herself, then to the other two of their party. “ You guys agree, right? Feeling good about oneself is essential to being alive! “

“ And besides, if one’s at a market, they’ve got to buy things! Otherwise, wellllll... “ A small side eye, a shrug. “ It’s lame! “

@lalamines @ylisseanstar @toaedgeofeden

[desertslegacy]

garlands of sambac

As the Ethereal Ball is only a little ways away, students and staff are doing their best to prepare via dancing lessons, outfit shopping, and event planning. This year a vendor arrives in town with a wagon full of flowers from all over the world in full bloom. They’re quite the romantic though, so luckily for you, they’re even offering corsage and boutonniere lessons. gift your crush, significant other, sworn enemy, or whoever it may be a lovely floral arrangement that you hand-picked and handmade! They won’t judge if it looks ugly, but.. maybe the person next to you is better at arranging. 

(starter for @lalamines) 

Garreg Mach town had a thriving marketplace, filled to the brim with stalls and stands of travelling merchants, as well as the brick-and-mortar stops of more local mainstays. Igrene had eventually made her way to venturing from the monastery, edging into the town to get a better idea of what lay within – and more, to get a feel for whatever preparations the town may be doing for the monastery's upcoming ball. 

She could not claim to be in particular excited for it, but she was curious. It would happen that her arrival was marked by such a large event. And so she moved about the market, watching as monks and students and knights alike filtered in and out with their purchases large and small. 

"My lady! A bloom for the lady!" A flower vendor gestured for her, plucking a sprig of jasmine and inhaling theatrically before handing it to her. "A fragrant blossom for a beautiful lady." 

"Oh? Thank you." Holding the flower gently in hand, Igrene approached the cart, taking in the huge variety of lush flora. They had their own stall in Arcadia of imported blooms and some desert flowers when they could be foraged, but it was nothing compared to the scale of this. 

The vendor moved around the cart with a deceptive litheness, sidling up next to her. "Is the beautiful lady going to be present at the ball? Many of them are – perhaps the lady would like a corsage for her gown? Come, we are holding a workshop just for the occasion!" 

Curious, Igrene allowed herself to be led to the bench and table nearby where it seemed students and knights and couples were seated, making little floral arrangements of their own, chattering amongst themselves about their creations with occasional input from a young woman that moved about the space. 

Hesitant, Igrene looked at the jasmine in her hand – familiar, a flower they used for many sorts of occasions in Arcadia, from celebration to mourning – and she hesitantly reached for a basket of blooms before she retracted the hand. 

"I see you have the hang of this," she said with a chuckle to the girl seated beside her, hands busy with their own corsage. "I'm afraid I don't have much experience with this kind of thing." 

[fieryfreelancer]

There ain’t no way a Stalmandra fried this rice [Steel Round]

Even before the rest of her team can finish off the final opponent, the arena is shifting, growing more vast and open. Severa herself can feel the reigns of her mount disappear, before dropping maybe half a foot onto the back of something else. A girlish screams rings out, before a desperate sigh of relief comes through. Whoever was doing this must’ve had it out for her.

The spear she totes feels lighter as well, designed in a similar fashion to that of her mothers. A twist in her face, before gazing down to see the dark, scaled wings flapping on either side of her. Just like lady Camilla’s. Wow, this is like deja vu times two.

Glancing between the two enemies that’ve appeared in front of her, there’s only one thing to say.

“I’ve seen bigger.” Grima really prepared Severa for the worst of it. 

“Follow my lead, guys! Let’s focus that smaller one! Nanna, on me!” She calls out, rushing in without any hesitation. Targeting the minion just like she said she would, she strikes first.

Severa attacks Stalmandra Minion with Brave Lance. Roll 2d20: 15+6, 8+6! Hit! Hit! Stalmandra Minion takes 7 damage. Stalmandra Minion HP: 10/17

Stalmandra Minion counter attacks with Fjuur Sword. Roll 1d20: 20! Crit! Severa takes 1 damage. Severa HP: 9/10

Darting Blow activates. Severa attacks Stalmandra Minion with Brave Lance. Roll 2d20: 11+6, 1+6! Hit! Hit! Stalmandra Minion takes 7 damage. Stalmandra Minion HP: 3/17

One might say the sheer accuracy of her strikes are uncanny. Not Severa though, as she strikes adamantly at the lesser of the two evils. With the beastly roar beneath her, her mount is as intent on taking names as she is.

Two well placed jabs are met on the minion, before pulling back on the reigns to try and avoid the counter attack. Unfortunately, the enemy isn’t a joke, and lands what should’ve been a fierce blow to her. That armor she has is quite durable though, and shrugs it off without much worry. 

Two more jabs are thrown its way, absolutely shattering through any defenses it may have had in the process. 

“Nanna! Now!” 

@einjelique

[aegisshielded]

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫(𝐥)𝐲 𝐎𝐝𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫 || 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 & 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬

Rumor has it that life-giving fairies reside in a nearby forest. They say if you’re dexterous enough to catch one, she’ll stay with you and heal you even when you’re at death’s door. Investigate the forest and see if you can’t put these rumors to rest—or prove them true. [Grants Reason +1]

@lalamines

Did pixies even exist?

Why the hell was Felix allowing himself to be dragged out to the woods to seek out some mythical fairy that supposedly heals people? Right, because Mercedes asked him to come along. Before he could even insist that she bring along anyone besides himself, Felix found himself unable to deny Mercedes her request.

Simply put: he did not want to have to deal with the consequences of anyone chaperoning Mercedes' traipse into the forest if they were unlikely to properly protect her. Even Felix knew that Mercedes was the true backbone of the Blue Lions. If something were to happen to her and Felix could have prevented it... Well, he would not be the only one unable to forgive himself.

"Do you even know what we're looking for?" Felix grumbled as he trudged alongside Mercedes in the woods.

[damegalantea]

lay down your weapons, lean your head on me

A village's plea comes to the monastery: almost all of their children have vanished in the last couple days. A natural cause for great concern to be sure, and Garreg Mach does not hesitate to send you and some Knights to check out the situation. The distraught parents are not able to tell you much, but they recall a vague rumor of a "unicorn" appearing in the nearby woods, and the children wanting to see and befriend it. Sounds like the best shot you've got. [Grants Riding +1]

@lalamines

Ingrid was no stranger to the taller tales of Faerghus; while knightly romances had always been her preferred reading she was well aware of her countrymen’s love of the strange and unknowable. 

The gryphon that sat upon the Kingdom’s crest was just one example of the strange creatures and sights said to inhabit the furthest reaches of the Western tundra. She had always had her doubts about it, of course - but it was certainly possible such beasts lived among the Northern winds, and if anyone were able to tame one it would certainly have been King Loog.

Unicorns, well, Ingrid had to doubt. She knew horses and had grown up with pegasi so the idea of some third cousin to the beasts, and one so mercurial as they were characterized in Faerghus tales had never sat well with her.

But that was indeed what the woman in front of her was describing, or what she recounted her child had said before he ran off. Ingrid looked from the mother to Mercedes (who was much better at all this), and merely nodded to show she was listening, comparing the notes on the papyrus she carried to what the other villagers had said.

“Well, with all the evidence here you can be sure the church will not turn a blind eye and neither will the students,” Ingrid assured the woman. “Just leave it to the two of us and I’m sure we can track down the beast and your children.”

It was a wonderful thought, but as soon as she and Mercedes were away from prying eyes her face fell.

“What do you think about this... unicorn? Do you really think such a thing could cause such hysteria or are the children merely using it as an excuse?”

Still, the sheer number of children gone gave pause to her last thought. But if it really were a mere prank surely they could only hide for less than fortnight for the Oghma Mountains were not exactly welcoming camping ground.

[lualamina]

chamomile and edelweiss

Botanical Headcanons | accepting

chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity, or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

Emile was always known to be sensitive. The kind of person who would absorb all of the filth from the environment and then carry it with him. Pain was a part of life in House Bartels, especially after his mother and sister left, but he had never learned to transform it into something positive, nor did he have an outlet for it in an environment where any sign of weakness would be exploited. It built up inside of him over time, eroding and eating at him until there was hardly anything left. A guardian knight arrived to protect him one day, but eventually that, too, was too much for him.

Jeritza carries the ghost of Emile in one hand, and restrains the demon born of that collected filth with the other. “Haunted” is a fine word for it. He is so focused on fighting and subduing the past that he still has not learned how to transform adversity into something positive, so it continues to torment him instead.

edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?

The day he urged his mother to leave without him was one of tremendous courage and self-sacrifice. This is the moment that Emile himself would point to as the bravest moment of his life. He was terrified of being left alone with his father and half-siblings, but he also knew the Baron’s cruelty and that he, his mother, and Mercedes would have the greatest chance of survival if they separated. It was a decision made in the moment, but not one made lightly, and he would neither look at his mother nor let her touch him for fear that it would weaken his resolve. When they left, that was that. He refused to let himself think about it again. 

With the fall of House Bartels, fear went with it, though Jeritza would never call that moment a courageous one. It was desperation, if anything. Nothing he has ever done since would he call “brave,” because to be brave, one must first be afraid. Jeritza instead feels nothing.

[hresvelged]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

self-indulgent meme

Edelgard always took pride in her prowess with the knowledge that victory would only come if one put in the hard work.  She was confident, but she was human. After her most recent skirmish, it was then she found herself wound up in the infirmary. She expected to hear more noise than she did when she opened her eyes, instead looking down to see Mercedes tending to a wound on her arm. Edelgard kept herself still, gaze trailing to watch her gentle, precise movements.

“You’re quite skilled, Mercedes.” Breaking the silence, she mustered a small smile on her face while looking her in the eyes. As much as fighting on the frontlines is important, those people would get nowhere without others to heal them afterwards.

She sat up momentarily, keeping her pain bottled as she said, “I hope I haven’t kept you occupied longer than necessary.” Losing the strength to sit up any longer, she had no choice but to succumb to the pillow beckoning at her. With her head resting against it once more, she looked up towards the ceiling as her body sunk into the cot below her.

“It was unavoidable, I suppose. Should this happen again, I will make sure to keep you in mind.” She hated to sleep here, but her eyes felt heavy. If she were to dream, she hoped it to be ones of happiness. Wishful thinking, perhaps.

[asphuxia]

/ * BLOOD IN THE DEPTHS.

The research facility is sterile, cold— perfect and well-suited to the necessary conditions of the work within, if nothing else. To say it was any more than the place it was built to be would have been a dreadful lie; contradicted, perhaps, only by the mark its inhabitants had left behind. Strewn all around was evidence that once passion and life had thrived here, in whatever ways it could. Within the throes of nostalgia, the soul of the researcher gazes around the room they found themselves in. Eir’s eyes move with them.

Months of abandonment had left her uninformed, all but kept in stasis as the world continued to revolve without her— each passing day and innovation as though sped by the efforts of her former peers. Gloved fingers drum against the desk, gaze roving over the papers laid out before her. It had seemed a welcome incentive for the rebels to infiltrate with the intent of gathering information; the likes of which were held in this room. Fluorescent lights beam down upon text meant for the eyes of the empire alone: the machination of the spears of light, and some documentations of…

The steely countenance of her face shifts, morphing into genuine curiosity— then dread. The ink of the pages seem to meld into nightmares; the shadows at the corner of the room flickering to her unrest. Thin lips curve downwards, returning the papers to where they had been stored. Eir takes the extra initiative of burying them beneath a stack of other papers, ensuring the delay of their discovery. She had chosen this room to be stationed, and would guard it as necessary. Yet now it felt as though that duty demanded more. To come here had been easy, the hallway to the room one she had walked— yet there had been a foreign sense of something nearly akin to fear. The researcher and Eir both had been content to close the door behind her, free of the corridor behind.

It had felt, almost, as though a walkway to death. The subjects held within the tubes and cells that lined it seemed to lie in wait.

@vonochs & @lalamines !

[pridelessdaydreamer]

Wanted Plots for Linhardt

So I took a lot of the prompts.

into the thick of it. [Sword +1]

You’d think Linhardt would be sick of weird, suspicious ruins after all that book stuff, but it appears such is not the case-

claimed by: [n/a]

technically swords are better, but i suppose this will suffice. [Axe +1]

A myth he can witness with his own two eyes? We’ve already got the fairies covered, time to find another woman typically found near bodies of water.

claimed by: [n/a]

you really gonna fork this upon us? [Bow +1]

His first instinct is to just... eat somewhere else, but unfortunately, that requires just as much — if not more — effort.

claimed by: [n/a]

fire kicks on! [Faith +1]

Linhardt isn’t quite sure why, but he gets the sense that he might regret signing up for this...

claimed by: [mercedes ( @lalamines )]

they say cooking is chemistry. [Authority +1]

Unfortunately, that does not mean the scientist can cook (or knows what generally belongs with what).

claimed by: [shigure ( @stalarmonios )]

narwhals of the land. [Riding +1]

Mythological creatures seem to be showing up all around Garreg Mach! Well, it’s not like Linhardt is going to give up the chance to research this ‘unicorn’ thing firsthand.

claimed by: [n/a]

i’ve read a book on this before... [Flying +1]

I think Linhardt would appreciate being able to fly one day — oh, and perhaps getting better at handling animals? That boar... [shudders].

claimed by: [hilda ( @delicatevalentine )]

it’s an undercover mission after all [Any +1]

He’s not the thief, but Linhardt would love to be able to witness such a thing first-hand — I mean, if a weapon can do that, imagine how the tech could evolve! (Also, I wanna put Lin in a dress but anyways-)

claimed by: [velouria ( @wolfskintribedaughter ), naesala ( @aliferousumbra )]

I am open to the other prompts, too! They would just require Lin to have a bit of external motivation to actually pursue.

(If you want the fastest response, harass me on Discord!)

[diryrja]

GRAY ETHICS.

Letizia, a woman of contingencies, preferred things to be predictable.

Predictability ensured her operations went smoothly. But in the storybook world, Letizia finds herself wishing that something unexpected would happen. It is all so boring! The townsfolk — or, rather, characters that reside in the town — are as flat as can be. She has spoken to each one in the town several times over and the responses she had received had never differed. No matter what tone she takes with them, whether she be sugary sweet or deathly mean, they had all responded with the same words they had told her in previous attempts. Letizia half wants to blow the town to ashes and see if their speech would remain the same.

Her steps slow. The thought brings her an idea. Perhaps she would not do something so drastic as rend the village apart, but she could start small… maybe rip a hole back to the real world. She is thoroughly sick of this fantasy plane.

Letizia makes her way back to the center of town, which is bustling with townsfolk. She raises a hand, bright green lightning crackling in her palm, and wonders how they’d all react to an explosion right in the middle of town…

Before the lightning can escape the confines of her closed hand, an unfamiliar sight in her peripheral vision catches Letizia’s attention. Gold, black… damn, it’s one of those brats from the Academy.

“Ah, hello!” Letizia calls, putting on a falsely sweet tone, hiding her hand behind her back. “You’re one of the students, right? Are you lost? …there is no exit around here, you know, so you should look for it somewhere else.”

@lalamines ...!!

[cloudcreates]

spacin out buddies..

(sometimes they can still be a chatterbox tho)

[bloomstride]

a treat for you

The carnival is in town! Nothing like a little truancy and fried treats of your choice to spend away an entire afternoon… And giant, stuffed plushes and shiny prizes catch your eye. “Play a game?” The booth attendant holds out a rickety toy bow. How hard could it be? [Grants Bow +1]

The various stalls and joyful light music couldn’t help and leave a grin on Annette’s face the moment she peered over to see the spectacle. As soon as she saw the incredible setup, she had immediately went over to Mercedes to invite her along. She found her in one of the halls, greeting her with a wave and calling out to her: “Mercie! Have you seen it? There’s a whole carnival going on! There’s food, and games, and.. Well, let’s see it for ourselves!” She linked her arm with her best friend’s as Annette rapidly walked with her to the source of their late afternoon fun.

As much as she liked talking about it, nothing would ever compare to truly experiencing it.

She looked around with a curious gaze-- She almost didn’t know where to start. Still, what did catch her attention was a specific booth with large plushies of various animals all lined up behind the booth attendant. Annette gestured towards it, turning to Mercedes as she said, “Ooh! Do you see that? There’s so many plushies over there. I’ll win you one-- Just watch!”

Although she had little experience with a bow per-say, that wasn’t going to hinder her excitement. If anything, she didn’t care about that. Her eyes were on the prize.

“What do you think? Should we give it a try?”

@lalamines

[avemaera]

"Good afternoon, Professor Arvis!" Deathcedes lets out an evil chuckles as she curtsies. "Thank you for inviting me to your barbecue, I brought my XXXXXXXXXXTRA EVIL HOT SAUCE for everyone to share."

"If there's anything I can do to help, let me know. I shall do it with my most devious abilities."

"i'm putting this hot sauce in the marinade, if people can't take the heat they're BANNED from the bouncy castle" appalachia said flamingly,

[damegalantea]

merry and bright | mercedes & ingrid

@lalamines​

“Mercedes,” she called up, “are you sure you do not need any help hanging those lights?” Ingrid knew it made sense for the taller woman to do the job, but even with her holding the makeshift stool underneath her steady Ingrid did worry. Peering up at both Mercedes and the “fairy lights” she had nearly finished stringing about Ingrid could at least understand her sentiment in putting them in the class - enchanted with a simple spell, the small glass orbs truly lent an otherworldly quality to the place.

She gave Mercedes a hand as she helped her down, already breathing easier. Taking a step back, she looked at their work so far. Some of the other students had already donated longer tables that could be pushed together and on them were cured meats, mulled wine, an Almyran fruit punch (courtesy of the Golden Deer), and frankly alarming amount of sweets made by Annette. Ingrid couldn’t help the smile that came to her face.

“We’ve done good work so far. What next?”