#support: linhardt

[thunderbanned]

if i was going to get kidnapped tomorrow and the only way we could stop it was me getting to swing thunderbrand would you let me swing thunderbrand then? so i don't get kidnapped?

[second-sunstone]

what's your wyvern's name? is it friendly? does it prefer duck, chicken, or pheasant? can i pet it

Cormag regards the youth--his classmate?--with a vague suspicion. What kind of person is this, whose first response to such a beast as Genarog is 'can I pet it?'

"... You grow up around wyverns, or something?"

It doesn't look likely. This one has that highborn pallor, all silk and no vitamins.

"Genarog's, uh... Best to assume he's not friendly. Couldn't tell you how many times he threw me, back when we were training."

Or how many times he nearly bit my hand off.

"As for food... I dunno. Wyverns don't really eat small game. It's goats, mostly. But he'll go belly-up for a treat, he will. Do you have any chickens? No need to clean 'em, he likes bloody meat."

[hatariwildheart]

🐈

naps on you naps on you naps on you na

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side || silent starters (accepting)

Would a wolf care if someone came up to use them as a pillow? Most likely, yes. Would a laguz? It depended quite a lot on their individual personality, though in Volug's case, it was only a maybe. Would a dog, though? Probably not, and that was precisely why Linhardt was in luck. Volug didn't know who this child was. He didn't know why they had decided to sleep atop him. He didn't know if they were even aware he wasn't an ordinary dog. Had he not been pretending to be one of the animals that roamed Garreg Mach's grounds and nothing more, he would have at least said something.

Maybe it was just the warm sunbeam he was dozing in making him feel sleepy and placid. Maybe it was the gentle aura the student exuded. Maybe Volug just didn't care as much as he thought he was supposed to. It didn't really matter. For the time being, he was just an overly-large, fluffy pillow. With Linhardt's head upon his flank, Volug curled himself to plop his chin on Linhardt's lap, violet eyes turning to look up innocently at him. He could play the part of a dog begging for attention if he wanted to. Other laguz might consider it degrading, but Volug scarcely cared at all. Besides, if this beorc decided to pet him, Volug wouldn't complain. He quite enjoyed the feeling of fingers running through his fur.

[princeofopenness]

"oh, hey, you washed that cloak out well," linhardt says in passing. they purposely do not mention what they'd done to sully it, lest they upset their stomach all over again, but alfonse has cleaned up well enough to warrant some comment over it.

"anyway, charm please."

For a moment, Alfonse looked shocked at Linhardt's statement. The incident at the beginning of the battle for Garreg Mach had long since left his mind. So many things had occurred that night, so many that were more poignant to Alfonse, things that stood out in his memory far more strongly. No secrets were revealed when Linhardt spilled the contents of his stomach upon Alfonse's clothing, so it was not the most important event of the night, to say nothing of the days that followed after.

"How did you--," Alfonse stammered, scowl affixed fiercely to his countenance. "I ask that you not taunt me about a garment my father perished in again, especially not if you wish this night to go well for either of us. If you came seeking that silly little bauble, then that's hardly a thing to bring up while asking about it."

How did Linhardt know about that incident, though? Alfonse couldn't recall ever mentioning his father to Linhardt. The fact that the comment could have been about something else simply did not occur to the prince.

"Here. Take it," Alfonse huffed, tossing a small turtle charm at Linhardt. "If this will silence you, then take it and leave me alone."

[goldoanheart]

"On it!" Kurthnaga chirps happily, picking up his puzzle and place it in the slot that Linhardt had just managed to reveal. Perhaps he hasn't been the most helpful partner in the world, but he's still proud that they have managed to get this far and solve the room. Despite the fact that the other boy didn't seem to want to cooperate at the start.

But they had done! By working together just like they had to the whole time! Yay!

"Do you think that's it?" He smiles at Linhardt, "If so, a pleasure and an honor to solve this puzzle with you."

Hit Movie Cube (1997)

Anniversary | Authority +1

[crevassier]

linhardt approaches the other student with a half-eaten sweet bun and a full mouth. he lights up instantly to see sylvain and picks up his already abnormally chipper pace to meet him.

they chew, swallow, and then: "hello, sylvain. i was wondering if you would be interested in allowing me a swing or stab of the lance of ruin? it's for research and before you ask - i have no intentions on transforming into a demonic beast. my current hypothesis holds that my crest will protect me, even though it's of a different manner.

"i can make a trade if you'd prefer. i have..."

he looks down at his hand - at his half eaten sweet bun. well, not that. "plenty of rare tomes in my room. and other stuff."

“Uh…what?”

Linhardt had always been an oddball in Sylvain’s eyes. A harmless one, more often than not napping under some tree, maybe roaming the library when Sylvain went there, be it to hide from a girl or to fetch books for himself. Other times he’d spot the mage walking alongside their fellow Black Eagles here and there, not too different from his own classmates- but he knew how much the eagle seemed to fixate on crests. It was admirable, as he had to admit even he had some curiosities in regards to crests and their powers despite his mixed feelings about their role in society- there was an inherent mystery about their power, how they interacted with relics, how they were passed down through bloodlines and so on.

The subject was, indeed, extremely interesting. It was just that Sylvain wasn’t nearly as interested in it as Linhardt was- they deserved a prize for that alone. ”Excuse me, a stab? You want me to stab you with it? Look, I know you have that one crest that gives you powerful healing skills, but I’d rather not find out about its abilities by poking you with a blade like you’re a piece of cheese…” The ginger scratched the back of his head, still taken aback by the sudden approach.

“I mean, I can let you take a look at it, though. No problem. Just be careful since…you know, Hero’s Relic and all.” The promise of rare tomes was admittedly tantalizing- though he had to take care so as to not let his nerdy side show. Better than the half-eaten bun, he’d pass on that one. “And no stabbing, alright? I don’t wanna get in trouble if you get some gnarly injury from it!”

[vonbergerpants]

Drabble: S support conversation between Caspar and Linhardt

I wrote an extremely self-indulgent drabble a long time ago and I just remembered it today. So here's my imagining of Caspar and Linhardt's S support, before their paired ending.

Mind you, I'm not a writer, so I'm sorry that this isn't quite fanfic material!

The sun is close to setting at the pier. Linhardt is fishing as usual. Caspar is standing behind him, a bit restless, pacing back and forth, his footsteps clear and loud on the wooden pier.

Linhardt can tell when Caspar's mind is racing, but this makes it especially obvious. So he doesn't even turn when he says "You know, Caspar... if you've got something on your mind, you could at least sit down while you think about whatever it is you're wanting to tell me. You're scaring the fish."

This startles Caspar out of his thinking. He stammers a bit.

"I, uh. Yeah, okay. I can't really hide anything from you, so there's no point in hiding it."

He sits down next to Linhardt, who is still staring forward, rod in hand, line still cast in the water. Caspar looks down into the water, and he sees their reflections. Somehow, that eases him a bit as he takes a deep breath.

"Do you... have any plans, now that the war's over?" He doesn't look up as he says this.

Linhardt doesn't move. "Well, I won't be taking over my family's estate, if that's what you're asking. I decided that a while ago. Why do you ask?"

There's a beat of silence. Caspar looks at Linhardt, but it's a quick glance before he's looking down at the water again. It's the best way he can look at Linhardt's face without his nerves taking over.

"Well, I was... thinking of traveling. Seeing the world. There isn't anything left for me, so I guess I can just do whatever I want. And so can you. So I just wanted to know what you were spending your free time on." He lets out a chuckle. "I guess you'll be getting a ton of naps in from now on."

Linhardt looks up and hums. "Very true. I'm not sure quite sure how much sleep I'd get in with your constant movement, but I can certainly make the most of it, now that we're no longer at war."

Caspar lets out another laugh. "Yeah, you might not-- wait, what?" Caspar looks right at Linhardt. "With my-- hold on, what do you mean by that?"

Linhardt turns his head to him and raises an eyebrow. "Traveling typically involves a lot of movement. I'm not quite sure what else I could mean by that."

Caspar blinks, processing what he'd just said, then laughs again. "Yeah, I just don't plan on staying here very long. I just wanna get out there and see the world now that it's peaceful, you know? I'll make sure to send you plenty of letters, of course!"

Linhardt just stares at Caspar as if he'd said something off-putting. "Why would you send me letters? Am I not coming with you?"

Caspar sputters in surprise, as if the wind was just knocked out of him. "Wait, ARE YOU? I thought you wanted to stay behind and, I dunno - read and sleep all day now that you don't have to fight anymore!"

Linhardt lets out a sigh. He looks... a bit hurt? "Caspar... if you don't want me to come, you should just say so."

"NO!" Caspar's response was so loud that it startled the fish nearby and Linhardt. "I mean... no! I want you come with me, that's what I wanted to ask! But... I dunno, I just figured... I mean, this isn't your kind of thing. Traveling all over the place, moving around all day? Wouldn't you rather just relax?"

Linhardt takes this moment to turn around and fully look at Caspar's face.

"Caspar, I'm not sure what gave you that idea. Yes, I've been looking forward to finally relaxing now that this goddess-forsaken war is over. But that doesn't mean I would rather not be in your company. I've always been at your side, ever since we were children. As far as I'm concerned, this is just more of what we've always done. If I've ever come off as someone who doesn't enjoy your company, I assure you that couldn't be further from the truth."

Caspar is speechless. He stares open-mouthed at Linhardt, having somehow not expected this response. This whole time he thought Linhardt would just want to stay behind. And yet they've been best friends and stuck together for so long, he should've seen this coming.

"Linhardt, I... that makes me happier than you can imagine. Because, if I'm being honest..." He turns to fully face Linhardt and look him in the eyes. He swallows, unsure of whether his next words should leave his lips. But he follows his instinct on this one.

"... traveling and seeing the world wouldn't be anywhere near as fun and satisfying if you weren't there to share it with me."

Linhardt's eyes go wide. A light blush blooms across his face. Oh. That's a good look on him.

"Well. When you put it like that, I feel a little better in saying that there would be no point in staying behind if you were gone. Life would just be... incredibly boring without you." Linhardt looks down, almost bashful, or as close as Linhardt has ever come to it. "I don't want to experience that sort of dullness in my life again."

That did it. That steeled Caspar's resolve and made him decide to take the leap. The thing that he's been really pacing back and forth over. Linhardt hadn't realized that Caspar's had his hand in his pocket the entire time they'd been talking. Caspar takes a long, deep breath. He repositions himself and takes a knee.

"Then, uh. Linhardt. Do you..." He takes out a ring from his pocket. "Will you... travel with me? Side by side? ... Hand in hand?"

Linhardt's eyes are as wide as saucers. It's now his turn to be speechless. His blush is now on full display. After a moment, he holds out his hand not holding the rod and reaches for the ring. "Caspar... are you asking me what I think you're asking?"

Caspar takes a hard swallow and nods, face determined yet strained from nervousness. His hand is shaking. "Y-Yeah. I am. Linhardt... I love y--"

Caspar was gripping onto the ring in such a way that it slipped out of his fingers and fell into the pond.

"OH MAN!"

A loud splash is heard as Caspar jumps into the pond. Well, that shook Linhardt right out of his shock.

***

Once Caspar's pulled himself out of the pond and Linhardt is drying him off using light wind magic, Linhardt is chuckling at the whole display. Caspar just groans in absolute embarrassment.

Linhardt smiles. "In case it wasn't clear, my answer is yes. I love you too, Caspar. After all, it's like I said. Our fates are not so easily untangled."

Caspar looks to Linhardt, eyes wide. "Really?! You... so you're not just saying yes to traveling, you're saying yes to me?"

"I am."

"You love me?"

"That is what I just said."

"You... love me."

"Mhm. And unless I misheard you, you love me as well."

Caspar jumps in excitement before Linhardt could finish drying his hair. "I do! I do love you! So much it hurts! You've no idea how long I've been wanting to say something! Oh man, I was so prepared for you to say no that I wasn't expecting you saying yes to be so exciting - I gotta tell everyone!"

"Caspar, wait--"

It's too late. Caspar's already bolted past Linhardt, shouting at the sky.

"YEEEAAAHHHH, LINHARDT LOVES ME BACK!!!"

Linhardt shakes his head and sighs, a smile still on his face and so much fondness in his heart.

"Utterly ridiculous."

[egittae]

combat | team 1 (scouting)

[gurado-no-nouru]

At the sight of the geometric pattern, Knoll frowned in concentration. It is the first time he sees the manifestation of a crest. The intricacies are astounding. It's like a candle fire, but green-white and, instead of flickering, is soldered into a very clear pattern. Three pairs of curvy "v"s, up and down, crossing each others. He could also perceive, thanks to his magical training, an extremely faint, buzzing aura emanating from it, but also from Linhardt's body. It IS as if the whole person is an artifact, thought Knoll.

"Saint Cethleann," he murmured.

The shape disappears, bringing Knoll out from his fascination.

He listens to them with half an ear, but that's enough for him to register what is said. "Indeed, it seems to me that a book on your region's crests should include such a fact," he answered. He is visibly thinking fast, merging hypotheses and extending conjunctures. "I'm Knoll," he continued mechanically, still lost in thought.

Then, as if he stumbled on an important idea, he stares for a moment at Linhardt and opens his mouth to ask: "How does it feel? Is it… draining? Do you activate it based on intuition alone, or do you need practice? And, and…" His eyes go left and right, thinking of what to ask next, between all the questions he can think of. But it occurs to him that he should not overwhelm his classmate, as he often did back in Grado. Curiosity is a great gift, but can also be an irksome social trait. He should've learned by then.

As he listens to Linhardt's response, he scribbles some unconnected words on the corner of a sheet, so as to not let go of his other questions.

A New Crestology Nerd

[thunderbanned]

catherine what if i could heal some one by hitting them with a sword but it could only be thunderbrand. what then. could i swing it then.

"Let me tell you a story about a nosy little boy named um... Finhardt. So this kid Fin, he gets really up in somebody's business, right? And it turns out, that somebody is a bandit, with a taste for the meat of nosy little children. So one day when he goes to bother this man, he gets scooped up and kidnapped! And he was never seen again. Poor kid, right?"

Catherine sets down her fork, and swalllows the rest of the bite she was chewing. Of all the days to not dine with company, this had to be the worst one.

"...You picking up what I'm putting down, little eagle?"

[amebelladonna]

So I'm probably gonna get a Switch Lite in like a week after saving up some cash for half-a-year and I ordered a physical copy of FE3H to finally experience the game for myself. (Late to the party by 5 years, oops.) Now the only problem is while I love how there's actually decent gay romance options (aside the child goddess in your head and the hot pope whom i have a love-hate relationship with), it feels like a bare minimum?

Like I wanna romance either Edelgard or Dorothea because they're my favorites, but see here is that I also ship them together and aim for their paired ending so that leaves me with Mercedes (not a bad option really, Mercie is my favorite Blue Lion, just a bummer there's no bi romance options in the Golden Deer because I also want Marianne *sobs*)

I mean, I could always just replay the game when I damn please, but to quote my girl Hilda Valentine Goneril: "You're making me work!"

[archiepiscopus]

♡ if i get a 3 in affection i should legally be allowed in the holy mausoleum

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ●●○○○ | AFFECTION (sorry linny no mausoleum for u) ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●○○○ | LOYALTY ●●○○○ | TRUST

“Linhardt is an outstandingly intelligent individual, particularly in matters related to Crests. His liking for the subject is both eye-catching and quite useful, as I am sure Professor Hanneman would appreciate a fellow scholar in the long and arduous research that is the study of Crests. That aside, while his performance in exams is fairly good, his composure in class seems to be rather…selective, judging by some reports.”

“I find myself wondering if his condition stems from repeatedly spending entire nights awake, and if yes, what could be done to help him readjust his sleeping schedule so as to allow him more energy throughout the day. I have recently given him some herbs with calming properties, in hopes that they aid him in that scenario.” 

“...his family has received a most unique blessing from one of the saints, many generations ago. I hope they carry on her legacy with pride and good faith.”

[princeofopenness]

As the warmth of the crackling flame seeped into Alfonse's weary body, it created new worries that had been absent moments earlier. The need for shelter had been sated; they were fully protected from the cold outside now. Alfonse had been freed to wonder about less immediately essential aspects of the interaction. Survival had taken over all thoughts prior, but now he could think more carefully about what he was saying-- he could recognize the error he had made a moment ago.

Alfonse's lips were clumsy from the cold that had set in. Forming and properly annunciating his words was a slower process than he'd like it to be, and it felt like his tongue was about to betray him at every step of the process. He didn't stumble over anything he said, though. It just forced him to take a moment longer when he spoke, to be that much more careful about what he said and how he said it. Being concise was much more important when speaking was a chore, after all, but that desire to get directly to the point was precisely the problem. He hadn't danced around his thoughts like he preferred to when speaking to residents of Fódlan. He hadn't been careful to couch his familiarity with the others in plausible deniability.

"Forgive my saying so, then," Alfonse mumbled, eyes staring into the fire instead of at the other student. "It's not like we're not housemates, after all. I'm not as familiar with you as I am with other Lions. I must have been mistaken, or just given credence to things I'd heard others say of you over anything I actually experienced."

It wasn't the most convincing excuse and Alfonse knew it. There was still a lingering implication there that he just wasn't fond of, the notion that Linhardt was being discussed so freely by others. People would have to be praising Linhardt's prowess with magic for Alfonse to have heard anything that would lead him to believe Linhardt to be more capable than they actually were. Frustrating as it was that this Fódlan carried differences from other Fódlans so silly and insignificant as which spells someone used, Alfonse had little choice but to get used to it.

He wouldn't think that someone's preferences would be so different in another world-- if which spells they could use came from some innate aspect of their being like he was led to believe the magics of Fódlan often did, Alfonse didn't know how this Linhardt could have differed so significantly from others as to cause them to be incapable of using the same spells. Were they not the same person at heart? Maybe it was just a matter of preference... but why would their preferences be so far removed from those of the Linhardts that Alfonse had met prior? He furrowed his brow, sighing to himself once again. This wasn't something he could get an easy answer to, not without making his familiarity with the concept of a Linhardt too apparent for his liking.

"I'm no mage myself," Alfonse added, trying to give himself some kind of excuse to be unfamiliar with the intricacies of magic. "I find it difficult to trust a spell the same way I can put my faith in a weapon. The feeling of hefting a blade just provides a reassurance that what I intend to happen will indeed occur that I just don't find magic to bring me, if that makes sense. I can't say I really understand why people use the magic that they do, so forgive my confusion on the matter."

unstoppable force v. unshakeable object

mission prompt || heavy armor +1

[saviourkingslut]

in honour of sylvain's birthday ill take a moment to remind everyone he's whip smart and loves tactics he just doesn't ever put in any effort

[hresvelged]

♡ please pretend this is fron linhardt

●○○○○ | ATTRACTION ●○○○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●●○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

@warpaway

"Linhardt has a bright mind. Still, he needs to apply himself more on other vital tasks. This is both to ensure his talents are utilized to their fullest potential and for his future. A training session or three is sure to be in order, though I anticipate being rejected at the proposition. That won't stop me from asking."

"There is reason I act this way. He must realize this. However, he is skilled at this research he spends time doing. That work clearly takes up much of his time. There must be a balance in place between this and other imperative matters. Once that is reached, I would hope I could gain a glimpse of that study for myself."

[heartjewelofthesea]

She didn't hit the ground too hard, so she wasn't hurt, but she defintely was shaken. Pushing herself up on her arms, Cordelia looked up as the person she had almost crashed into- Oh Naga, it was one of her classmates -asked her if she was alright. Accepting the hand, coincedentally with a mirrored mark of Fire, Cordelia got up.

"Thank-you," she murmured apologetically. "I am alright, and I'm sorry about that. Flying with wings isn't as easy as my pegasus makes it look."

As she spoke, flowers bloomed on vine necklaces, making her gasp in surprise when she noticed. "Oh, how beautiful...!"

[ Fairy Wings ] - shimmer and dazzle in your new boutique threads! And what’s this… it seems they’ve some interesting accessories to choose from as well, the likes of which may be more functional than you initially thought. Soar!

They had looked pretty. That was why she accepted the accessory. Just pretty fairy wing accessories, worn on her back, sitting nicely with a colour that matched her dress. She hadn't expected them to be actual wings that worked. It was a complete accident that she was now in the air, failing quite dramatically at flying. This wasn't as easy as it was on her pegasus!!! "Aaaaaaa!!!" Oh no, now she was falling. "Look out!! I'm so sorry!!"

Loud, incessant shouting is hard to miss—even when it’s not Caspar. As such, Linhardt turns his head in time to spot the other (they're classmates, aren’t they?) practically falling out of the sky, and with a few careful but calculated flaps of his own wings—

Yeesh, that was close.

—she misses him completely, and he gently falls to the ground, pausing before realizing he should probably see if she’s okay. That’s a pretty basic courtesy to give someone after all.

Stepping forward, he asks, “Are you alright?” (Another moment passes before he thinks to offer a hand—conveniently the one marked with Earth—to help her up.)

“I don’t know how high up you fell from, but that doesn’t look like it didn’t hurt.”