#liberazofia

[godlessarrow]

The stakes of the laurels

@liberazofia [➴] Not much for conversation amongst her peers, Shamir could admittedly find comfort in her coworker’s company. (Not that she’d tell him. Alois would be upset if he had found out otherwise.) Lukas was oft quiet, with humor that was tongue in cheek, yet he remained polite, and diligent in his work. However. . . there was always something that rubbed her off the wrong way about this man- and the knight could not put her finger on it. Simply in short, he irritated her. So, for now- she settles for spending a bit more time than what was necessary (Well, to her standards. And whatever they meant.) practicing with him to figure him out. Watching his move whenever he wasn’t looking. Even if she had much better things to do in the first place. A swing and a miss. She swears under her breath that he’s more proficient with a lance than she’ll ever be. I wonder if I’ll ever figure just what makes you tick. Shamir pivots her foot, readying for another jab. And despite her efforts, her sense of skills, and everything that makes her- She missed. “Damn it.” Shamir hissed under her breath.

[wolfhednn]

skin deep, felix & lukas

starter for @liberazofia

          ❝ would you like to participate in an activity to get to know your classmates? ❞

                    ❝ no, thank you. ❞

          ❝ oh, but this is the start of the new year! why not make a few new friends— ❞

                    ❝ i said no. i’m not interested. i already did one of                        these earlier. ❞

          ❝ this one’s actually new! it’s a scavenger hunt. see, here, take this, and just complete what’s written on the paper... ❞

          he doesn’t understand how he got roped into this. the overly enthusiastic monk has moved onto catching the next unsuspecting victim to walk in the door, leaving felix standing off to the side, staring down at the slip of parchment in his hand with a look of resigned frustration.

                             find out three facts about one of the knights of seiros!

          who had designed this question? he’d thought this event was supposed to be about acquainting oneself with one’s classmates, not the knights. more importantly, he’d only come into the entrance hall to return the quill he had walked off with earlier when he had finished the other activity with someone else, not to do this again. what a nuisance...

                    ❝ let’s just get this over with... ❞

          it takes more searching than he would have liked, but finally he finds one outside, standing in the shade cast by the monastery’s walls near the hedges demarcating the edge of a courtyard. ah, it’s one of the new knights, if he recalls. at least this might prove more interesting than those he already knew of.

          ❝ hello. ❞ he keeps his tone neutral as he approaches the other’s turned back, resting one hand on his hip. 

                    ❝ i hope i’m not interrupting. i need to find three facts                        about a knight of seiros. you’re a new recruit,                        aren’t you? ❞

[tobenobility]

👗 - dressing with style

“I will have you know that I always dress with aplomb!” Ferdinand proudly showed himself off, standing proud and straight and gesturing over his body. “To be sure, the uniform of this fine academy does present some limitation in how I can dress, but it is a uniform well suited to showing noble dignity anyhow. An ascot and pair of white gloves present signs of my station, naturally enough, along with allowing me to look crisp and prepared. A tip that I can also provide for everyone is that taking the time to shine your boots every week will make them stand out -- it is only a little bit of work, but I feel it adds greatly to my overall image.”

[godsmercie]

💋

She smiles at him warmly, putting her hands under her chin.

“Lukas, I can’t imagine the nights without you there!”

[hotheadhero]

Camus

[ My man, my first FE crush. FE11 was my first game, and I think he and Lorenz (as well as Caeda, Merric, Michalis, Minerva, Athena, and the rest of the FE11 cast) were singlehandedly responsible for making me fall in love with Fire Emblem in the first place. I would’ve RPed him a long time ago, but when I first came to Tumblr, he was taken–so I went for the next best thing. XD ]

Rumorstold that to face General Camus in battle was to face a demon on the warpath.

Certainlythere was some element of truth to them, Camus supposed, as he wiped his bladeclean on the unbloodied hem of his latest victim’s tunic. He had earned hisplace as a highly skilled warrior (the best, they said); and yet, rumors had away of inflating themselves into something much worse. He only buried hisweapons in the hearts of traitors or decided enemies; he was not some wantondemon to kill the women or unarmed, nor the ones who surrendered without afight. Yet when he dismounted his horse and strode inside the castle, everyoneparted before him like pebbles before a storm, as if fearing that to cast somuch as a glance his way was to be murdered on the spot.

Butthey were not his target today, these frightened innocents of Archanea. He hadbut one purpose here. Only one would fall upon his blade today.

Itwas no easy task to find the throne room, for the holy palace was much moreconvoluted than the humbler one he knew in Grust. He frightened a few servantsin the midst of some pillaging as he searched, and they scattered like flies atthe sight of him, tall and imposing in his order’s ebon-gold, his hand everresting on the hilt of his wicked sword. He did not bother to pick up thescraps they left behind, except to return the valuable ones beyond the reach oflooters. Any moment he delayed was another moment the king could use to makehis escape. There would be plenty of time to clean up when both city and palacewere safely occupied.

Atlast he found the royal throne, but when he shoved the heavy gilded door aside,he found the king of Archanea himself waiting there. Seated—two glasses of wineat his side, even; as if he had been waiting for Camus to arrive. Therealization rattled him more than he cared to admit, for he had expected toface a coward not unlike (Naga take him) his king Ludwik; but Camus shook thedire thoughts from his mind lest they tarnish his resolve.

JeanIvan did not wait for the general to come near him before speaking. “I commendyou and yours for your conduct while sacking my palace. Bloodless, whenpossible—Athena would approve.”

Camusknew not how the king could obtain such knowledge without leaving this room.The plan had been discussed with and executed by his Sable Knights alone, andthis place had no windows facing the battlefield. But it was not a soldier’splace to question, only to obey his orders. Still, as he drew his sword, hereplied: “What distinguishes a soldier from a barbarian is his ability tostrike surgically. With precision. I have been tasked with bringing Archaneaunder Dolhrian rule. I need not paint the hills with blood as well.”

“Wellsaid, General Camus of Grust. But of course you would know, you who hail from akingdom polluted by them.”

(Fromthe midst of the throne room, Camus’s brows clenched—the only sign that LordArchanea’s comment had hit home.)

“Iwould toast you myself in Athena’s place, but I suspect you are not here forbanter.” He raised the filled glass anyway; but when Camus still advanced, hesighed and set it down. “I had hoped to share my last drink with one known asthe ablest man alive. But alas, I see it is not to be.”

“Forgiveme, Lord Archanea. You know well why I cannot accept that offer.”

“Sobe it.” Archanea’s king rose then, his ermine cloak falling softly around his feet.Though his body was no longer so built,the confidence in his bearing recalled the proud warrior he’donce been. The glintof the sword at his hip was unmistakable. He grasped thehilt of it, and Camus’s fingers tightened around his own. “I have been waitingfor this battle for a long time. May the bards sing of our fight today.”

(Indeed,they would sing for years to come.But would they record the epic tale of a knight unseating an unjust king—or thepitiable fugue of a coward-king deposing an emperor with pawns? And what wouldhis honor mean if he used it to defend an unjust cause? He banished the thoughtas quickly as it came. A knight’s blade was only as strong as his will; hecould not afford to falter against a clearly seasoned foe. And besides, it was not just his king he sought to protect but also the people behind him—)

Aflash of steel; Camus reacted instinctively with his own. Their blades collidedwith the horrible screech of metal on metal. Broke away, clashed again; eachman testing the other’s strength. Camus was impressed that one as old as JeanIvan could fight with the strength and agility of one ten years his junior,despite all the rumors to the contrary. A valiant ploy—but one destined tofail, for this was one fight Camus could not afford to lose.

Thelonger they fought, the more apparent it was how unused Jean Ivan was to thisexertion. He pressed his advantage, launched into arcing slashes, battering himdown with sheer strength. The king’s eyes widened as he staggered back onestep. Two. He pressed his advantage.

Suddenly,the king swung. Camus leaped back, narrowly avoided getting cleaved in two fromthe unexpected horizontal swipe. He swore under his breath and charged back in;the king, sensing an opportunity, also charged, flinging his sword left andright to keep the general from getting close. Their blades clashed, rebounded,clashed again. Jean Ivan was visibly tiring now, but he defiantly gathered hisstrength one more time and lunged.

Butthe attack was messy. Camus neatly sidestepped the man and, as he passed by,brought his sword down on the man’s wrist. His blade caught on bone for thebriefest of moments; and then the king was howling, clutching the stump of hiswrist, his hand still clutching his blade half a meter away.

Thegeneral lost no time in advancing on his fallen adversary and seizing his hair.

“For the motherland.”

Adecisive strike through the neck, and King Archanea was no more. And yet, as hegathered up the head to present as proof of his victory, Camus could not helpbut imagine the dead king’s voice whispering, “May the gods protect you,Nyna…”

[nobletoatea]

💋

“I’ve heard you are slow to passion... but I’ll be persistent.”

[flowerofiris]

🍛 - cooking

(also sent by @nobletoatea !)

“Oh! I love to help people out with cooking! I’m great at helping out, usually! Well… helping out, but when I do cooking by myself, I tend to get a little bit frantic… there’s just so much going on at once! But I love baking a lot more than cooking; that I can do on my own, and for fun too! It’s especially fun when you bake with a second person, too; you both get to share the treats at the end!”

[gallantgautier]

🙊

The smirk on Sylvain’s face can only be described as devious.With his hands on his hips, he leans over with one eyebrow raised, “Why,got something you wanna tell me? I swear I won’t tell a soul.” The glintin his eyes looks like the furthest thing from trustworthy.

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This one is pretty situational. If it’s a big deal youcan bet he’ll keep his mouth shut. If it has the potential to be funnyhowever… Hm, well, he might not be your best choice in confidant.

That said, even if he can get a good laugh out of spillingthe beans, he can at least judge if doing so would hurt the person confiding inhim, and if it would he’d take that secret to his grave.

[theindigoflirt]

🙊

“Are you good at keeping secrets?” Lukas asked. That was definitely a way to get to know someone better; judging their capacity for secrecy. Inigo shrugged nonchalantly. He wanted to come across as self-assured, that yes, he could indeed keep his mouth shut when the occasion called for it. But how could he say that without it sounding suspicious? No one had yet found out the real reason he snuck out at night. Or if they had, they didn’t mention it. 

“A gentleman would never betray anyone’s confidence.” Inigo grinned cheekily. It seemed as good an answer as any. 

[theofficersacademy]

Good evening lovely mods! I am sad to say that I will be dropping Lukas from the RP, but I would like to place a reserve on Berkut please. Thank you!

Lukas has been dropped and is now available!

Berkut has been reserved!

You have one week (10/21) to submit your blog and application to the masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Ree

[strongdragonmother]

Conjurer Curios

Almedha is probably closest with her younger brother Kurthnaga! He’s the last of her immediate family left alive (besides her son, but they don’t know each other very well), she trusts him and he is shown to care for and look out for her.

[godlessarrow]

💋

[ Prompt: Slyvain grade pick up line - Any students she interacts with, let’s assume they have post time skip, and the appropriate supports yeah?  ♡〜 ]A recon mission this was.It’s been quite some time, how the two would sometimes share more time with one another. Not that she mind, though Shamir felt like she ought to make more of an effort to reach out to Lukas himself. For the knight always remained ever so patient. The two were helping rebuild a nearby village a few years after the Empire attacked Garreg Mach. Villagers seemed rather thankful for the assistance the two were giving- even though frankly, Shamir started to think it wasn’t enough.Maybe it was just because all the remaining Knights of Seiros could only have these two to spare. Most were, on the lookout for Rhea- though Shamir believed the woman herself must been held captive by the empire. She wouldn’t dare speak those thoughts out loud however, for the thought could only upset them. And as much as she’d hate to admit- she cared for Alois, Cyril, and Catherine- even if Shamir herself did not believe in the teachings of the Goddess. Religion was a tool to be used in her own opinion, but that must had been the fact she was a Dagdan in a land she didn’t belonged in.Come to think of it, he wasn’t from here either, right?As she hammered a fence, her eyes made contact with Lukas. Great. Shamir made a weak attempt to shoot him a smile, before returning back to work.The sun set down, and the villagers were having a little bit of a celebration out of tradition. Shamir figured she ought to call it a night, but children soon approached the two knights and donned them with flower crowns. Lukas politely took his, and thus the other woman begrudgingly donned theirs. It was then she realized it’d might deem difficult for her to sleep, considering the sounds of music that played by their bonfires. Sure, she was aware the people were grateful- but there was so much left to be done- and not enough time or resources to do so.And soon enough, a little girl asked the knight to dance. “I don’t dance.” A lie and a half truth. They looked a touch discouraged, and Shamir felt bad- so she humored her. Just for a little while. Thankfully though, it didn’t last too long itself- and the woman wondered if she ought to get to know her partner a bit more.Daring to inch forward, this time around she extends out her hand- much like the times he’d done before. “Hey Lukas.” With a warm honeyed smile, Shamir asks. “Shall we dance?”

[minorindech]

💋

Absolute Anguish

“You’re really smart and well-spoken...not that that I thought you wouldn’t be! I just thought it was worth noting. Not that you don’t have other good qualities worth noting, I just thought it was that of all your qualities these were the ones you’d probably like to hear praised the most except it’s rude of me to assume what you would like to hear about yourself when I barely even know you and I’m the worst person ever to be judging peoples’ character, I’m sorry!”

[schoolingcorrin]

Tiger energy!

Tiger Energy: Do you have a wild side? What defines it? Has anyone seen it? 

I wouldn’t say that I have a wild side, no, though if I do it’s not something I’m aware of. As for Corrin, he definitely has one though it mostly comes out in fighting. I imagine he tends to be spontaneous, never really planning out how he’s going to fight and just taking the fight as it comes along. So basically he’s a wildcard when it comes to fights and anyone who’s ever seen him fight would have gotten a glimpse of his wild side.

boundlesshart said:                                                                            

Also pink rose!

Pink: How refined and elegant is your muse? 

Corrin is about as refined and elegant as he needs to be. Which is to say that during formal events he tries his best to act refined and elegant though it doesn’t always work out. On the battlefied and in his normal life, however, he’s more lax and while he does act “proper” he’s really only refined when in the presence of someone like Edelgard. So essentially someone who commands respect.

[rheasknight]

Didn’t Know You Were So Sweet || Catherine & Lukas

“Goddess that was a pain!” Catherine groaned in both pride and exhaustion. That was one hell of a training drill the monastery just put them through. She knew what she had to do now. Her stomach rumbled, showing off her ferocious appetite. If it was anything like that training, the dining hall would have their work cut out for them. 

Eating alone was one of the options but she always thought that eating along tanked. It was never as enjoyable as eating with someone else. Who to target? She had already bugged Shamir recently, and Alois seemed to already be off. There weren’t too many people to bug at the moment... a bit of a shame.

She was about to go to the dining hall alone, but saw someone not to far away. It was a new person, a knight from abroad. She had met him once or twice since he joined but not much more. She heard he was a bit cold and closed off, but that was nothing Thunderstrike Catherine couldn’t handle! Or so she thought.

“Hey Lukas, lets go grab something to eat!” Catherine called out before approaching the man. She put an arm around his shoulder and gave him a friendly smile.

“I hear they just caught some wild boar, so I’m itching to get some. How about you?” 

@liberazofia

[hotheadhero]

🎁 - making gifts

How good is your muse at making gifts?

“Pretty good, I guess. I’ve had plenty of experience making tools and stuff for myself, and even got some experience making flower-chains and the like while playing with my little sisters whenever they visited. And Selkie offered to show me how to make some of those… what did she call them… Khan…zah-shi?… things? A- Anyways, as long as I can feel like I’m making clear progress towards the end product, I’ll stick around for it all, no matter what others might say!”

(”Stick around” = sit still, lmao. But yeah; Caspar isn’t too bad with crafty things as long as they don’t require TOO much patience/can be completed relatively quickly. No multi-day projects for him; he would never sit still for quilting and embroidery, for instance. Knitting is a no-go also–it doesn’t start looking like whatever he set out to make quickly enough. He’s probably better at these things than most would assume from such a rough-and-tumble guy, imo. Byleth was surprised when he gave her a flower garland of his own make, albeit a slightly rumpled one.)