#[support: lyn]

[higaneion]

@sacaeblade asked:

There is no shortage of people on the boat setting sail for Elibe. Even so, Lyn finds her eye drawn to one of the other passengers. A petite girl who nonetheless holds herself with the poise of a noble even as waves rock the ship. Indeed, it is her appearance that draws Lyn's eye, but it is not her bearing that she finds noteworthy. Rather, it is her resemblance to someone else aboard that makes Lyn stop in her tracks. It would be a disservice to her delicate features to say that she resembled Hector, but to say they didn't look anything alike would be patently untrue. Deep blue hair, just a few hues lighter than Hector's, and blue eyes to match. Big, bright eyes that seem to flit over to the Ostian every so often, either by their own accord or force of habit. Approaching her, Lyn regards the girl curiously, "Are you related to Hector, by any chance?" As far as she was aware, Hector did not have a younger sister and Uther had been unmarried. A cousin, then? Some distant relative? "My name is Lyn. I'm one of Hector's friends." A beat. "Why not go over there and talk to him?"

Since boarding the ship, she has passed by a handful of people. Some she knew as students or faculty, some she knew from her homeland. While in most circumstances she might try to go out of her way to be friendly and talk to others, she found herself more withdrawn. Nerves were coiling inside her and not even the presence of Roy or her father could ease her. She didn’t want to bother either of them right now. They had their own worries, she was sure.

           Even still, she finds her gaze drifting to them every now and then. Lilina had at least grown alongside Roy, but as for her father, this version of her father, she had no idea what he was thinking, what he had been through. Or what he’s going through right now. 

           She is caught in the act of staring, not by who she thinks though, but a surprise all the same. Related to Hector. “Um… You… could say something like that,” she mumbles. 

           Her father’s friend? Then could she possess information she does not? The striking green hair as well. She had to have been from Sacae. The gentle and strong demeanor reminded her of another Sacaen around her age in the army, she even favored her a little.

           A glance back at him before returning and recognizing how tightly she has wound her arms around herself. “It’s.. complicated. He might have a lot on his mind with this whole thing, you know?” She knows she did. 

           “Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself as well. I am Lilina,” she pauses, almost as if she means to say something else. Of Ostia, Hector’s daughter, neither of which she could seem to vocalize. “...Um, it’s nice to meet you.”

[tomorrowscircle]

Morgan finds herself suddenly glad to be atop a wyvern, she thinks as she glances down into the watery depths below. At least she won't be getting her shoes wet from all the way up here. (Why does this feel familiar? This perch atop a wyvern, an axe in her hand. Her head hurts.)

She does feel bad for Lyn though, the only one trapped without a way to soar above and not risk drowning. Hopefully that won't be too much of an issue, and she would happily fly down and rescue her even if it was!

With one axe in her hand, and a pair of gauntlets strapped to her belt, she feels like she is about ready to take on anything. She feels strong, and strength is good. Or at least she feels strong until a crash of waves hits her right in the face.

She coughs, managing to get all of the water out, but damn, really unfortunate that it was sea water. It tasted salty, and she really wasn't too fond of things that tasted salty. (Not to mention the fact that she couldn't exactly swim. Yet another reason to be glad for the wyvern she found herself upon.)

Charydbis (25/25* HP) summons Dolphin A (10/10 HP) Dolphin A (10/10 HP) rallies Charydbis (25/25* HP). Charydbis gains +4 DEX and +3 MAG for one round. Charydbis (25/25* HP) hits Morgan (10/10 HP) with Raging Waves. [Roll: 14 + 4 = 18; -5.5 HP] [Morgan: 4.5/10 HP] Charydbis (25/25* HP) hits Morgan (4.5/10 HP) with Maelstorm. [Roll: 16 + 4 = 20.] Morgan (4.5/10 HP) is bound until the end of the following phase.

Morgan coughs a little more, wondering if she should actually try to attack or if it was pointless because of how much water was around. But with a rallying screech from Tibarn, she knows that she should stand up and fight. And fight she would! She was strong after all!

She tugs the wyvern into battle (with a instinct she had not know that she'd had. Familiar... it was so familiar.) swooping over the pesky little dolphin that had been summoned by their bigger foe. She slams her axe into it as hard as she can, and it all but explodes into a million little water droplets. Well done herself!

Morgan heals +1 HP from Amaterasu. [Morgan: 5.5/10 HP] Morgan (5.5/10 HP) critically hits Dolphin A (10/10 HP) with Labrys. [Roll: 20 + 8 = 28; -11 HP] [Dolphin A: 0/10 HP] Dolphin A Has Been Defeated!

"Hey guys! I think the big one is open now that its little minion is gone! Use this chance to attack!"

@regnumaves

Yelp Review: 7.8/10 Too Much Water

[sm-baby]

As someone with multiple sonas, I love how ur bullying ur clown. I bully my stupid angel all the time. I need to see more people bully their alternative sonas

ITS THE SAME DAMN FONT MIKE

[lynsstrange]

my school’s football team lost tonight, but it’s safe to say the lesbians won (a girl had the cheer team hold up signs asking a cheerleader to homecoming and then kissed her in front of everybody)

[aegisshielded]

@sacaeblade

Felix awakens with a headache that only worsens when the group listens to some man drone on and on about how he's going to be the savior of Lilium. Felix has always hated those who get up on a stage and proclaim themselves to be great, and this man, this Upright Man, kind of pisses Felix off.

What the hell does he know about the real beast behind this all? Felix has an inkling of who the beast (or, should he say boar) behind the tragedy is. Who else, but someone ruthless on the battlefield, eager to see the blood of proclaimed enemies painting the grass and stone? Never mind the innocent bystanders, these helpless citizens of Lilium.

Regardless, Felix knows that there are things to be done. He keeps his brainstorming in his own head for now. No need to alarm anyone when the devastation they'd just seen seems to have been erased. He still can't quite understand how, but he cannot help the relief he feels seeing some faces he'd seen in the infirmary now filled with life.

He joins up in a pair with Lyn, a Golden Deer student, to search the area of Block B's warehouse for supplies. As much as he doesn't like the Upright Man, he seems to have a way to protect Lilium, and he needs parts to make it happen. Upon entering the warehouse and seeing the abundance of boxes to be sorted through, Felix heaves a long sigh.

"Looks like we have our work cut out for us."

[Roll 1d6+2: 6 (Lead found!)]

He goes for the closest box and opens it up, shuffling through it. "Here, come help. I can't figure out what the hell I'm looking for, but this looks right..."

we're going to eat the whetstones || Lyn & Felix

Block B: Search Warehouse for Supplies

[purplepeptobismol]

My bestie wants to draw stuff for my fic but is scared you guys won’t appreciate it. So when she does eventually end up posting it 🫵🫵🫵 yall better show some appreciation to @lyntarts MY HOMIE DESERVES IT!!!

[runefactorynonsense]

Listen. Sometimes you go to your favorite reference websites and they give you the most perfect expressions.

[heymeowmao]

KSTLB Production Crew: Oh, S1 was too easy for the tall guys? Level up.

[tomorrowscircle]

Morgan is rather pleased with how this battle is going so far, at least from a tactician's point of view. It's certainly more swayed in their favour from the previous rounds, and that gives her hope. Hope that they are able to best some challenges set before them. Honestly, with how strong all of them were, it was more impressive that they had been defeated more times than not.

Ah, well. She has faith that they'll win this time though! Things are totally going to come up their way! (The darker part of her says that they won't, that they will just lose over and over again, that the wheels of fate can't be stopped from their turning. It is meaningless to struggle against it, because she will always wind up right back where she started.)

"Alright then! I can totally do this!" She smirks, the blaze igniting again in her hands, a swift throw being all it takes to slam the spell into their remaining metal throw. It smelts the iron, burning and scraping away at what life force lingered inside of the machine. And she knew that she would take great satisfaction in being able to fall such a metal beast.

Morgan (10/10 HP) hits Guardian Automaton (7.5/10** HP) with Forblaze. [Roll: 9; -3 HP + 2 RES = -1 HP] [Automaton: 6.5/10** HP] Seal Resistance activates. Guardian Automaton's resistance buffs are sealed until the next round. Trample activates. -2 HP to Guardian Automaton (6.5/10** HP) [Automaton: 4.5/10** HP]

"Take that you big old hunk of junk!" She was perhaps having a little too much fun with this, but hey. At least she was having fun at all. That's what mattered.

@regnumaves

Yeah Uh. That Bitch Explodes [ Team 4 Silver Round ]

[higaneion]

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

obscure feelings

It was a particularly nice day despite winter’s chill, the sun hung high and shone bright. Lilina wouldn’t normally spend a day, as nice as this one is, outside with the temperature dropped even with the thicker cloak she wore. The cold sinks into her skin once she steps outside and she wraps herself tighter, eager to head somewhere warmer when she passes by the fishing dock. 

           That green hair, the ornaments she wore in her hair, there was no mistaking it. A painting of what once was hung in the halls back home. Lord Eliwood she knew well, but the green haired lady she only has tales and approximate depictions to go off of. Lyn, as she recalls her father telling her, a brave and headstrong woman. She wonders what happened between the three of them, it sounded like they were a wonderful trio, but even those dreams may shatter too. She shudders to think of Bern’s invasion and the effects after the war. 

           There were a couple of Sacaens in the army. She only had the opportunity to speak to them a handful of times. Often not many words were exchanged in those conversations, but they seemed to have a distant, sad look in their eyes. Destruction of their home, massacre of their people, a seemingly hopeless outcome, and yet they persevere. Lilina stares at her for a moment, considering. You are braver than most. The rebuilding is slow, but going well from what I hear. There are at least a few remaining tribes left and they— All terrible.

           “Hello,” Lilina leads with instead. She would never have the heart or the strength to tell her, but perhaps she could listen to stories of what once was. If not, then the simple pleasure of sitting in quiet tranquility would be enough while they both still could. “May I sit here?” She points to the spot next to Lyn with a soft smile. 

[scariusaquarius]

So reblogs get people's work notice more than likes? I thought likes helped too.

Likes do not help at all. Tumblr isn't like TikTok or Instagram where the more likes a post has, the more likely it is seen. Tumblr is the exact opposite.

This site is a blogging site that was created with the reblog algorithm, which is what helps get stuff onto the search dashboard. The more reblogs a post has, the more likely it is to be seen within the search.

For example, I post a Leon Kennedy x Reader, and i get only likes, the post is ONLY seen by my followers. However, if I were to post the work and get mainly reblogs, now I get more exposure outside of my following which in turns brings traction to the blog.

In other words, you can't expect a content creator to create their works if all they do is show their works to an empty audience with no feedback, no interaction, and in turn, no interest.

[silent-partner-412]

This might be blasphemous to say but honestly I kinda view Lyn, Eliwood, and Hector as a trio in a similar way that I view the Nohrian royal siblings, i.e. “wow I love you all so so much I wish so badly you were in a better story”

[tomorrowscircle]

"On it!!" She is going to end this stupid fire spirit or whatever the hell it was, and she is going to end it now. Dodging gracefully out of the way of two of its attacks, she lands back on her feet, the dangerous burning of faith magic in her palms.

Ifrit (1/10 HP) misses Morgan (6/10 HP) with Piercing Flames! [Roll: 1 - 4 = -3; -0 HP] [Morgan: 6/10 HP] Morgan cannot counterattack! Ifrit (1/10 HP) misses Morgan (6/10 HP) again with Piercing Flames! [Roll: 1 - 4 = -3; -0 HP] [Morgan: 6/10 HP] Morgan cannot counterattack!

"Alright you bastard, you're going down!" She doesn't know if can understand her words, but surely it will understand the bloodlust that radiates from her tiny body, how dearly she wishes to kill it. And she's going to make good on her words.

Her hands burn as the light explodes from them, blazing brightly as the sun, scorcing the very flames around. And as the beast falls, she cannot help but gloat a little, pride swelling in her chest.

Morgan (6/10 HP) crits Ifrit (1/10 HP) with Seraphim! [Roll: 13 - 2 = 11; -2 HP] [Ifrit: 0/10 HP] Ifrit is defeated!!!

She turns to her teammates, a grin on her face. "Well, how'd I do?"

Team 4 Iron Round Completed! (We Lived Bitch!!!!)

Kentucky Fried Tibarn ❁ Team 4 Iron Round

[yobsuba]

I'll never understand why people think Hector/Lyn wouldn't work because Lyn "wouldn't be happy away from Sacae" like literally her entire story mode is her up and leaving Sacae to find her grandfather in Caelin because she's sick of being alone in the plains, she would take a life with the people she loves in Lycia over a life alone in Sacae

[enarmor]

@scharlakol & @sacaeblade sent:

18. A memory they’d love to change tosses a grenade before you can get me

//sacae wants me dead forreal

//via memories; no longer accepting

Daisies to say 'I love you'

Carnations for an ache

Lilies are a virtue

And Bellflowers mean 'I'll see you when I wake'

Sain breathes deep. Every flower in his arrangement is accounted for, each of their petaled heads touched by the tip of his finger. He's been rummaging through the bouquet for the better half of an hour now, ensuring that every last detail is perfect--is picturesque. This would be the climactic scene at the end of his act. He'd finally roll up his sleeve and allow his lady to see the heart he wears underneath, speaking truly and honestly when he professes his love.

He knows what he is. That he's very rarely taken seriously. But dash your head against a rock enough times, and it may just start to crack; maybe this time she'll understand. Maybe this time she'll see.

He cradles the flowers like they're a newborn, saddling onto his mount with measured motions. Like treading upon a carpet of gossamer, he is careful. Not even the wind can be allowed to misarrange that which he has painstakingly crafted.

He rides.

And as he draws near, she comes into view. She is the very picture of beauty, just as lovely and refined as their first encounter. Her hair is warm and gentle, like a breeze, but her eyes are each wells of insurmountable strength. They are perfect compliments to one another: the sun's first ray on a field of morning frost. Nothing is too cold, and nothing too hot. Everything attains balance and moderation by another of her qualities. And when he sees her move, he finds it difficult to look away. Every motion, every flick of the blade, is deliberate and practiced. She flows faster and more poised than any river: a movement Sain wishes would end up in his arms. To see her dance across and open field and end in his hand, he could die happy. Every effort spared for her would have been made more than worthwhile, such that the remainder of his life's breaths could all be hers to claim. He wants her. He needs her. In the way a sunflower turns to the sky, aching for its one true love.

And right now, she's... Speaking with the others.

And she looks happy.

Sain stops himself. He laughs a little, noticing how easily she does the same. Except, he doesn't think he's ever heard her laugh. Not while he was around, at least. 'It seems there are no decent men among Lycia's knights,' she had once said. And though it failed to reach him then, the realization that he has more than just his own reputation to tarnish takes root. There is Kent, too, and Lord Wallace. And his father, who he fears a slight against more than any other. Is it right for him to be doing this? The Lance sucks in a breath. His gaze falls from Lyndis and the others, and onto his bouquet. It seems... Pathetic. Insufferable. Like it would only earn further scorn against his house and knightly order. "They... Don't deserve that," he mutters, looking back to his liege to see that she has still not noticed him.

"There's still time to go back."

If asked about why he had spoken those words, Sain could not come up with an answer. They sort of just fell out of his mouth, far beyond the reach of his own control. And as they do, his vision grows bleak. The world dons a deeper shade of gray--reflected in his eyes by the loss of focus in their lenses. Nothing seems worthwhile. Not the flowers, not the sappy poem to go along with them--not even his service, in a way. But the shake of his head dispels that last thought. Sain may be able to convince himself that Lyndis will never accept him as her man, but he will always be her knight. He chews on the inside of his cheek. Hands tremble as they reach for his horse's reins, but once they're grabbed, he yanks them back.

The flowers fall from his hands, destroyed in an instant by the trampling of hooves. Daisies are torn, petal from petal, and half-ground into a medicinal sludge. Carnations, with their crimson buds, look like a stain of blood against the side of the road. Lilies lose their virtue, becoming nothing more than a sinner's discarded hope as their purity is dyed brown with dust. And Bellflowers, whose shape had been so pronounced and well-kept, are flattened. Naught remains but tattered heads and splintered stems.

Sain has whipped his mount into a full sprint, making the choice to venture back into town and keep his secret safe in his heart. The arms of a village maiden, though transient, will soothe his hurt feelings for a short while.

"It won't hurt anyone this way. Not me, not them..."

[koumeowkami]

so many thoughts about make it ... it's so good y'all cozmez never fails to make a hit ‼️