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flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

( actions speak louder than words ; accepting )

It’s a warm, sunny day. There are flowers growing in all the grassy areas of Garreg Mach; wildflowers, most likely. Cynthia isn’t good at identifying flowers, but she does know which ones are the best ones for flower fortunes.

She was doing them by herself initially, but then some other students asked her for their fortunes. She can’t remember them all; there was an arrogant guy who wanted to know the results of his grades, a young woman who wanted to know if the girl she liked would like her back, and someone who just wanted to know where they’d placed their necklace. Well, Cynthia can’t help with the last one: that’s not what flower fortunes are for.

Another girl joins her. She has bright pink hair, and stars in her eyes. No, literally - stars! She’s seen eyes like those before actually: maybe it’s a race thing? Heck, there’s people here who can turn into all sorts of creatures, so it wouldn’t surprise Cynthia.

Right. Back on task.

“Hi!” she says. “Pick a flower, any flower, and we’ll get started. It’s more accurate if you pick, cause then the flower is calling to you for your fortune.” Is that true? Eh, it’s all for fun anyway. It’s what she told everyone else, too.

Cynthia takes the flower offered to her. “Ooh, good choice!” Plenty of petals, vibrant and full of life. It seems almost a shame to have picked it, but the petals left behind will all come in handy. “So, what would you like to know? I can tell you if your next mock battle will do well, or if that special someone will say yes if you ask them out.” An eyebrow wiggle follows those words - really sell it, Cynthia.

“It’s never steered me wrong. Every time I’ve done flower fortunes before a battle, I’ve come out of it totally fine.” She still does them now, as a sort of ritual. It gets her in the right mindset.

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Cynthia did not need an excuse to make new friends. Still, she thought a fancy tea party would be nice. It was an excuse to look nice for a day, drink tea like a proper lady, and all of that stuff. She’d never had a chance when she was younger, and now that she was an adult, damn it, she wanted to be pretty and drink tea with a new friend.

She made sure she was freshly bathed (no one liked a stinky pegasus girl), her clothes were nice (she didn’t have much money, but she still wore her best outfit), and she even tied her hair into one single ribbon at the back (very mature, she thought). Except she had left everything to the very last minute, and of course, this meant she had to rush.

Her knee high boots, thankfully, were sturdy. However, she wasn’t used to running in a frilly skirt, and she barely made it without toppling over. “Phew,” she sighed as she got to the table. She sat her hands on her hips and looked at her companion. “Yep, that’s me - Cynthia!” She really needed to workshop a title for herself.

“Ooh, am I late?” She looked at the clocktower. “Double phew, I’m right on time!” She sat down across from Clair. “Sorry, I was so busy this morning with my pegasus, and then I thought, well I really should bathe - no one likes the smell of horse dung at a tea party, right?” Whoops, that’s oversharing. Clair might not even like pegasi!

“Er, sorry. What tea should we get? I’m not picky; I don’t really know much about tea.” She paused. “Well, maybe not pine needle. Tried that on the road - it kinda sucks. But it might be better here, I dunno. Your choice!”

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“You got it!” she said. Not that Cynthia was an expert on any of this stuff. She led Mikoto to the back, where there were still some uniforms left over, hanging. Cynthia grabbed one, and pressed it against Mikoto’s body.

“A little big,” she said. She grabbed another one. “Ooh, that colour isn’t great on you.” Another. “Mm… maybe?” No, there had to be something, there just had to be! Too poofy, too short, too-

And there it was. Cute, just the right amount of frills, and it looked like it was Mikoto’s size. Cynthia gasped softly, before grabbing the garment and shoving it at Mikoto.

“This one. Trust me on this, okay? There’s a changing room just down there,” Cynthia said.

maid to serve

( TOA anniversary board - any skill +1 )

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The glaives freak Cynthia out.

Actually, so does the monster thing.

It looks real - that’s enough for Cynthia to dislike it. The worst part is that it moves like a puppet, controlled by its master. It’s made of magic, which she gets (though magic isn’t a topic she understands), but she doesn’t like it. The thing gives her the heebie-jeebies. Maybe she should just get out while she can.

Just as she’s considering it, Fiora flies over to her. The familiar face soothes her a little, even though she doesn’t know the girl well.

“I dunno, there’s something kinda iffy here, right?” she asks. “I guess when I think monster hunting, I think… You, me, stab monster, you know?” She gestures with her lance, like Fiora doesn’t get what stabbing is. “And that thing almost looks real. And it only takes one jerk to take that glaive, and then we’re in big trouble. Imagine that thing, rampaging across town!”

Cynthia doesn’t like to think the worst in people, but she doesn’t like this. She doesn’t like the fact that there’s this mega weapon that anyone could use.

“I was thinking of just leaving. This is too freaky for me. What are you gonna do?”

The Ancients

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As planned, Yarne shoots off. Cynthia takes centre stage, makeshift lance in hand.

She’s been practicing this move for ages now: this is the time to use it. In a fluid movement, she twirls the lance in her hands, before striking a pose with it, ‘point’ forwards, feet at right angles to each other.

“I, Cynthia of Ylisse, hero of the defenceless, will take you all on!” she exclaims. Oh yes, this feels right. The mages haven’t turned their attention to her yet, but she’ll make sure they do. “Come and get it, you stupid fluffballs!” She knocks one of the little creatures with her lance, throwing it against the wall. It comes apart, before reforming anew.

Ooh, this is interesting.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she calls. Slowly, attention is turning to her: all according to plan. The creatures are converging on her. She’s loud, she’s annoying: no one will notice Yarne.

She looks over at him. She nods - it’s time to go, Bunny Boy.

She doesn’t tell him to go, because that would be too obvious to shout. When she turns back to her enemy, the tufts of pillow fluff are merging. What would be several small ones are forming into one large one. Oh, they’re planning on taking her down. Not without a fight. She grits her teeth and braces herself.

Get that flag, Yarne - the whole team is counting on you. And Cynthia’s right behind him. Kind of.

Wait for Me

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Pluck

"You know," Laslow says with a laugh, grabbing a leaf stuck to her pigtail, "I think that tree liked you."

It wasn't her fault that the branch broke right as they were walking underneath it, nor did they expect the explosion of leaves that followed.

"But you're alright? No scrapes or broken bones? Shall I fight the dastardly tree for you?" He brushes another leaf off her shoulder, then tosses a glare at the tree for good measure.

( actions speak louder than words ; accepting )

Cynthia had always wanted to burst onto the battlefield in an explosion of flower petals. She’d mentioned it once to Cordelia, who had shot the idea down almost immediately, but still, Cynthia wanted to.

Well, that fantasy lasted until a heavy branch broke, landing squarely on her head, leaving behind an explosion of flowers and leaves. Of course, it only hit Cynthia - gods forbid Laslow gets a little less perfect! She thought she’d gotten all the crud from her hair, but he’s plucked out something else.

“That hurt, you know!” she says, as if it’s his fault the branch broke. She’s going to be woozy for a little while, she thinks. “That could’ve scrambled my brain. For all you know, I could be super smart now.” She isn’t. Nothing has changed for her. She rubs the aching spot on her head. Ugh, this sucks; that’s her luck in a nutshell.

“You don’t need to rescue me, I’m totally fine by myself.” Then he brushes another leaf from her. “You know me, I’m the one who saves everyone else, remember? A little tree branch isn’t gonna stop me!” She huffs, before stopping. “Oh, but I might need to sit down. You know, just for a second.” Before she passes out.

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“Too young to die?” Cynthia hums. “I dunno, it’s a military academy. I assumed some bandit got you while you were monologuing or something.” No one had said why Nasir stopped showing up, and Cynthia didn’t ask. It’s one of those things you don’t ask once enough people have died. Instead, it turned out he quit.

“Well, I’m glad you’re still around, you know?” Not that she knows him well, but it was a shame to think that he could’ve died. It’s not like he’s a bad person, he just likes talking. A lot. Which is fine; Cynthia likes chatty people.

Oh right, she’s here for a reason - the play! She can’t believe she’d almost forgotten about it.

“I don’t care about the money - money’s money, but glory’s forever, right? I want people to remember my name. I don’t really care if I get paid or not.” Money can buy stuff, but money is temporary. People remembering Cynthia as one remembered the heroes in her stories, like her parents, and Chrom, and the rest? That’s what matters to her.

Though, leaving behind a legacy as an amazing actress isn’t how she wants to go. It’s only the beginning. Plus, she’s sure someone won’t just leave her heroism as a footnote to her acting career; she’ll make sure of that.

“What brings you here, huh? Are you gonna try for the lead?” She taps her finger to her chin. “Or are you gonna be a costume guy? You don’t look costume-y to me.”

once more with feeling

( mission board - distress - authority +1 )

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Cynthia could hardly breathe. She was tucked under Gerome’s arm like she was his, and he was hers. She looked at the two people in the reflection and saw what she wanted to see: a young couple. She could also see how red she was; she couldn’t hide how much she wanted this, even if she tried. She wanted to hold onto him, her hand on his chest. She wanted to rest her head on his ribs and listen to his heart and to know that he loved her, too.

She always did have big dreams, didn’t she?

“This is good,” she nodded. Really good. Even if he didn’t feel the same, even if he never felt the same, Cynthia could have this. She almost didn’t want the picture; she didn’t want to let him go. He was so warm, and so solid to lean against. Once she thought she had enough of him, at least for now, she was ready.

“Okay, this time for real, are we ready?” She nestled into him just a little more - if he asked, she was only trying to get a better angle of herself. Really, Cynthia didn’t care how she looked: she only cared about how they looked together. She would never pretend they were anything beyond friends, but she still needed this.

phun with photos

( non mission task — showcase )

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Cynthia is not an actress. She is, however, a performer. So, when some weird guy comes into town, promising that the actors would essentially ad lib a performance? That’s Cynthia all over. She’s not expecting the lead, but a main character would be nice. She could bring back Beano the Barbarian Queen!

Except no one is really around to appreciate her old persona from when she was a child. She misses Owain; he would understand her.

There’s a bustling crowd already, though not everyone is trying out to be in the show. There are musicians - this is going to be a musical? - set designers - there’s no set to speak of yet! - and more. Cynthia looks at everyone around her. She doesn’t recognise anyone. That’s fine by her; it’s an excuse to make new friends.

“S’cuse me!” She flags down someone with papers in hand. “How do I audition?”

She’s guided to a table. Auditions aren’t for a little while, but still, there aren’t many names on the list. Oh, she’s going to ace this. She’s going to be Cynthia, the Heroic Star! No, that sounds kind of lame. She needs to workshop her cool new title. The Star of Battle? No, that doesn’t make sense. Cynthia the great? So bland.

She’s so lost in her thoughts that she almost doesn’t notice the ghost walk past her.

Of course she remembers him. He would take her class out for walks when he grew bored of monologuing. She also remembers the time she had gotten lost. Jeez, how long ago was that? Six months ago? Time flies.

Wait.

“Didn’t you die?!” she asks Nasir before he can walk away.

@yukyunotabibito

once more with feeling

( mission board - distress - authority +1 )

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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Cyan's most wanted (Nov-Dec mission board)

i am once again begging you all to write with me LOL

please do not IM me - unless you don't have any other way. i'd rather you DMed me on Discord more than anything, mostly because Tumblr IMs are the devil and i'm not necessarily checking this blog all the time (i got 3 blogs sobs)

i'm open to stuff not on the board too just hmu!

Cynthia:

the voice prompt could be very interesting. she'll go to whoever is calling - for whatever reason. course i'll need an eagle for this buuut

weapon swap - please. make her turn on her beloved pegasus

The Mittelfrank Opera - her main character syndrome. it's killing me. i kinda just want her to try out and not get anywhere actually but we can talk specifics :3c

Ryoma:

weapon swap - see while i don't think he uses Raijinto as his main blade (it's a whole thing) i am kinda... thinking :3c

i kinda like the voice prompt too! depending on who wants in, the idea will change but i need me some angst :3c will need an eagle for this one

The Mittelfrank Opera - i kinda just want him to be on stage ngl. i feel like acting would be good for him.

Innes:

if you need an eagle for any prompt, he's your guy. otherwiiiiise,

The Mittelfrank Opera - ... yes it's for all three i don't care. i don't actually think he'd want to be on stage but being annoying about backstage stuff? yes. yes he would. we can discuss what he'd do

king of the hill - oh i can feel him taking this WAY too seriously. please. he's the worst.

the voice prompt. again. he's not a person that'll leave someone in danger. so i'm kinda :3c

also weapon swap would be so funny for him. just trust me okay

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"I fight to save the world—any world! My hope is to become a true hero, even if nobody notices me doing it!"

( October activity check — passed! )

skill points earned:

- 1 (monthly point) +1 for a dropped thread

given 1 point to lance (B achieved) + 1 point from a heavy armour prompt

TOTAL POINTS: 13

skill changes:

- none!

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I wasn’t just leaving you, I was leaving everyone. I won’t leave again.

That set Cynthia off all over again. She never thought she would be relieved to hear Selena say she would not leave again. Her sister, the girl she looked up to when she was little, she wasn’t leaving again. Things couldn’t be as they were, but they could build something new. They could build better. They could be a family, even.

Cynthia hadn’t know that she needed to hear those words - that it wasn’t because of her. Selena didn’t leave because Cynthia was a reminder of home, in the worst possible way. Selena left because  that was how she was. It wasn’t personal. It still stung, but it wasn’t so bad now, knowing Cynthia hadn’t done anything wrong.

She tried wiping her eyes, but there was no point; she’d cry until she had nothing left. She was, in part, crying for those lost years. She cried for the times she thought her sister hated her, and perhaps she did. She cried for now, as things were beginning to seem better. Brighter. How could she stop crying then, when they were no longer tears of sadness?

She nodded. “You’d better not, okay? Cause I won’t forgive you next time.” Though she said this, she knew she would forgive Selena as many times as she screwed up. This time, things would be different.

She laughed softly through her tears. “Yeah. Maybe I did copy your hair a little.” Only a little, though it looked different on them both. It was cute on Cynthia, but definitely cooler on Selena. Now that she could see it properly, without having to look away, without a fight, she could see how similar they were. She could also see that wasn’t a bad thing. She still loved Selena, no matter what.

Cynthia held onto her tightly again, but her sobs were calming down. Mostly, she was relieved that things were different now.

And perhaps eventually, they may remember they had a task to accomplish. Maybe. Cynthia had found something far more important to her than any silly gem, anyway.

- end -

diamonds are a girl's enemy

( non mission task — showcase )

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Cynthia wanted to argue back - she wouldn’t have had to use milk if she hadn’t hot sauced the guy’s eyes! - but she didn’t need to. She could hear people talking, too. She could hear the whispered praise and giggles from the patrons.

It wasn’t the first time people thought she was funny when she didn’t intend to be. She wanted to be cute, and graceful, and be the kind of maid people wanted to come back for. Well, she supposed the latter was probably still the case if they thought she was a comedian. Somehow, that made her feel worse.

“Roll with it,” she said quietly, both to Ewan and herself. “We can get our jobs back if we pretend it was all a game.”

The problem was the guy on the floor, however. If they sat him upright, maybe put a helmet on him, he might look normal. Maybe. At least he didn’t look dead, he seemed to be breathing. What a mess.

She took a bow. “Thank you, thank you!” Oh, this was so embarrassing. “Heehee, we’ll be here all day!”

Their chef totally couldn’t fire them now! They were a hit! A horrible, horrible hit.

Delicious! Super cutie- *Explosion sfx*

(Cynthia + Ewan, Anniversary 2024 Any+)

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Well, the first surprise was that he didn’t run away at the question. The second was that he didn’t say no. Huh. Cynthia really did not expect a positive result. Gerome really was just as silly as her for even discussing this so soon into their relationship.

“I mean, I’ve thought about it.” She’d had a lot of time to fantasise about a softer, kinder life during all those years of pining. She no longer felt bad for thinking those things, at least. Now it felt more like preplanning than hopeless wishing.

But she wasn’t answering his question. It was her turn to be a little evasive, it seemed. Okay, maybe she was a little embarrassed.

“I’m nowhere near ready for it right now, and it’s not like I’m hinting anything right now,” she said. Besides, if she were hiding a pregnancy, there would be so many questions. “But, I dunno. I want a normal family with you. One day. Two parents, maybe a couple kids, a normal life.” The life neither of them ever could have. “One day, I wanna have that normal, boring life with you.”

parenting for the parentless

[anniversary 2024] faith +1

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lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

botanical headcanons ; accepting

Cynthia trusts easily. She meets a man who claims to be Chrom, and she’s sold. You wanna give her magic beans? Sure, she’ll buy that too! She’s naive, that’s part of her problem. Somehow, she’s managed to squash the horror of all that happened and seems to just trust anyone who claims they’re friendly. Or is at least on the side of good. Good adjacent? That’ll do.

It’s actually very difficult to lose her trust. I’d argue there’s only one person (villains excluded) she doesn’t trust, and that’s Selena. But that’s because their childhoods tore them apart, and things went awry between them. Generally though, her trust doesn’t go away. She can get hurt, but she’ll still come back. She’ll still love and trust you.

You’d have to do something pretty bad to break her trust. Those things include cheating on her (that’s real unforgivable to her, no going back level bad), harming her loved ones, or betraying them. I think she can withstand being crushed, but she doesn’t want her loved ones hurt: what kind of hero wouldn’t want to help the hurt?

Can that trust come back? If it’s cheating, no. You’re gone forever. She’ll never get the image out of her head again. As for hurting loved ones, it depends on the severity and whether that person forgives them. The dead can’t forgive, so she won’t forgive. Generally speaking though? No, she doesn’t trust again once that trust is broken. You must’ve fucked up bad for that to happen.

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Lapis is much, much better at this than Cynthia is. She’s almost embarrassed by how much she has left to learn. Almost.

“Huh? Oh, no, not usually,” Cynthia says with a shrug. “I mean I’ve got friends from the old days here, but I didn’t want to drag Yarne all the way down here, you know? He’s a bit of a scaredy cat. Bunny. Guy?” She shakes it off. “Selena would just call me something mean, so I didn’t ask. And Gerome was busy with something, so I didn’t ask him.” Plus, she wonders if he would have talked her out of it.

Not much could get an idea out of Cynthia’s head once it’s in there, but he still might have tried.

“I didn’t wanna wait, you know? And I knew I’d get in trouble, so I didn’t wanna bring anyone else into it, I think.” She’s surprised she’s not in trouble now. “So, you’re used to people like me, huh? Is that why you’re not dragging me back to the academy to get my butt kicked?” At least that’s the impression Cynthia gets from what she’s saying.

eenie meenie miney... oh?

        ⤷    mission task:   showcase  ( axe +1 )