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[moon3verland]

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[heartswayed]

@emblan​ sent...  “ are you looking down on me ? ” ( prompt. )

“not at all, your highness. i apologize if i sounded patronizing or condescending. it... it wasn’t my intent.” 

   you wonder if it would be your place to sit down next to princess veronica and give her what seems to be a sorely-needed hug. the scattered, headless dolls ( and doll heads ) littering the room indicate some sort of frustration, and you think you know what might have set her off in such a way: prince bruno had sent word that his return would be delayed for another few weeks. he had found an interesting lead in ylisse and decided to pursue it, if the rumour mill was anything to go off of. and... this wouldn’t been the first time it’s happened.

   ( you understand why prince bruno is travelling from world to world without cease, but it makes your blood boil that an older brother would go so long without at least checking in on his sister, especially after all that she’s been through in the past few months. )

“i know what it’s like to miss your family... when i was younger, xander and the rest of our siblings were not allowed to visit me very often. it was... it was terribly lonely.” xander’s name feels like acid ‘pon your lips, and you struggle not to grimace at the mention of him in front of veronica. “it... it hurt me, knowing there was so much they were doing and seeing without me, having fun together... and i wasn’t even allowed to leave the fortress...”

you didn’t know that things in castle krakenburg were just as turbulent as your situation at the time, but that doesn’t matter.

“i... if you would prefer to be alone right now, i understand. but... if you would like to talk, or cry, or... anything, really, i am here for you. you don’t have to go through this pain alone, princess. that is... all i wanted to say.” 

[goldguile-a]

slams down edelclaude and also pai / claude

MORE EDELCLAUDE CRIMES

Name: Prince Navid Kaveh Emeric von Hresvelg Shirazi

Gender: Male!

General Appearance: Either he’s spent too much time around Hubert as a kid or he’s just got really bad resting bitch face, but Navid is… Not the smiliest kid out there. El’s original hair and overall face shape and Claude’s eyes– While he’s pretty tiny when he’s young he ends up one of the tallest siblings in their family, thanks to his Almyran heritage. Unlike that half of his family, however, he keeps his hair cropped short save for one little lock of hair he braids.

Personality: Quiet and serious, the type to not mince words and who will speak his mind no matter who he’s speaking with. He shows he cares through actions, though… He also tries to hide that he’s behind those actions. Calling him out will fluster him immensely.

Special Talents: Much like his father, he’s a tactical genius. Unlike his father, he’s a poor shot and much prefers swinging an axe around like Edelgard. He doesn’t believe in talent, though– Anyone can do anything if they work hard enough at it. Inherited a minor crest of Riegan.

Who they like better: Edelgard. He’s loathe to admit it, but he’s a mama’s boy at heart. El and any sisters are the few people Navid softens for.

Who they take after more: … Also probably Edelgard, though he’s been kiiinda influenced by Hubert. 

Personal Head canon: Navid’s one of their younger children, and dislikes having things handed to him on a silver platter because he’s one of the younger ones. (He does secretly enjoy being babied. But only a LITTLE bit.) Claude’s reminded of Lysithea, which only makes him want to dote more…

Face Claim:

PAICLAUDE

Name: Princex Nima Parisa Eisner Shirazi

Gender: Nonbinary and uses they/them, but will accept she/her pronouns if the other party didn’t know.

General Appearance: People weren’t convinced Nima was Claude’s child when they were first born– The Paimonia the people had come to know possessed bright, mint green hair and vivid eyes, not teal and amber. Claude cared little for these rumours, knowing full well his child simply took more after their mother’s side of the family.

Personality: An absolute sweetheart, but very quiet. One can often find them out in the gardens tending to plants or sketching away with a bright smile on their face. The second child in their family, and a measure of peace in a very chaotic household. 

Special Talents: No crest, but as skilled with a sword as their mother and an adept flier– Though they’re an oddity in the Almyran royal family who prefers the company of pegasi to wyverns. Also a talented artist who loves to draw flowers.

Who they like better: Please don’t make them decide, they love both of their parents dearly.

Who they take after more: Paimonia, definitely Paimonia.

Personal Headcanon: Nima’s biggest hero is Jeralt; They were raised on stories of their grandfather’s valor and kindness, and though they’re the gentle sort who doesn’t wish to fight they can’t say no to anyone in need. 

Face Claim:

@valorwilled | meme.

[ariaharte]

would you ever care to dance with me? to be honest, i feel as though i can be rather rigid when i do so... you may teach me something new!

                                 ☆  would you ever?  ☆

       ❝  w-well…  ❞  she’d feel guilty giving him an outright “no”, so…  ❝  i guess if you just need a little help practicing, i don’t mind dancing with you, your highness.  ❞  of course, the biggest challenge is the sizable gap between their heights, but…  ❝  ah  —  j-just remember to breathe, alright? and keep your steps in mind, obviously…um…  ❞  this is easier with music, usually. she could strike up a tune herself, but…

[parallelblade-blog]

“ i found a bunch of fireflies in the grassy around the camp and was going to catch some, do you want to join me? ”

“come now, morgan. we’re hardly children anymore. there’s work to be…” 

   … that’s right… morgan remembers naught but his own name and your mother. the reprimand had fallen so easily from your lips, but you may as well be speaking to a stranger– your brother does not remember the countless summer nights in the castle courtyard, running around with jars in hand and owain close behind. your parents and aunt lissa laughed as they watched you play, and then… 

   you’d lost him, too. father died. mother vanished. your world crumbled around you so quickly, you felt as though you’d blinked and missed it. 

   your heart twists. you swallow down the flood of emotions that threatens to swallow your heart whole, and realize this is a chance to try and fill in some blanks for him. to make new memories, if nothing else. your brother may not remember his past, and perhaps he may never– but morgan still has his whole future ahead of him. you do not wish for all of his new memories of you to be formed on the battlefield.

“well, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt… just for a little bit. alright?”

[embow]

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（❖）ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴏᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ. ( ic )

（❖）ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀғ. ( ooc )

（❖）ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀʙᴏx. ( asks )

（❖）ᴀᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ. ( queue )

（❖）ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛᴇs. ( prompts )

（❖）ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴀᴄʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴀʀᴛʜɪᴀ. ( study )

（❖）ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴜᴘ. ( headcanon )

（❖）ᴍᴏɴᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs. ( dash comm )

（❖）ᴍᴏɴᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴍᴇᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ. ( dash games )

（❖）ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀɪᴛs. ( gallery )

（❖）ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ʟᴇssᴏɴs. ( audio )

（❖）ʙᴀᴛᴛᴀʟɪᴏɴ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ. ( promo )

（❖）ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴍɪɴᴛ's ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ. ( self promo )

（❖）ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ. ( psa )

（❖）ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ. ( reference )

（❖）ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs. ( saved )

（❖）ʜᴏᴇs ᴍᴀᴅ. ( crack )

[crestknight-moved-blog]

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﹙⋆﹚― ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴅᴜᴛɪᴇs ( ic. )

﹙⋆﹚― ɪᴛ’s ᴄʜɪɪ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ( ooc. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ( queue. )

﹙⋆﹚― ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀʙᴏx ( asks. )

﹙⋆﹚― ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛɪɴ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ( prompts. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴍᴏɴᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀs ( dash comm. )

﹙⋆﹚― sʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴs ( dash games. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ( promo. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴄʜɪɪ’s ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ ( self promo. )

﹙⋆﹚― ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴜᴘ ( headcanon. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsʜᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ( character study. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢs ( gallery. )

﹙⋆﹚― sᴛᴜᴅʏ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ( reference. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴡᴀʀ ᴅʀᴜᴍs ( audio. )

﹙⋆﹚― ᴋᴇᴇᴘsᴀᴋᴇs ( saved. )

﹙⋆﹚― ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴛʙʜ ( crack. )

[novisfaire-blog]

"Sorry I failed you Genny. I really tried as hard as I could, but I think everything yesterday wore me out way too much for me to be at my absolute best for our volleyball matches."

“Oh, Morgan…! Y-You didn’t fail me at all! None of you did! As long as everyone had fun, that’s a win in my books. So cheer up, okay? We won some, we lost some, a-and we kicked some Mask butt to boot…! C-come on, there’s a bonfire tonight! With marshmallows to roast and everything! We can celebrate a good effort tonight!”

[oficyblood-blog]

"Miss Flora!" The pegasus rider yelled, said steed hovering in the air for a moment before landing beside the maid. "Glad I found you! I can give you a ride back to safety if you need it!"

“Deliah–! Am I glad to see you…!” 

   Oh, Flora will take that hand, alright. These monsters just keep coming, and she’d long since run out of seashells…! Ice magic would only work for so long in this heat, and she’s been at this for a while now…

“I’d appreciate the ride, yes– I should get my staff and see if I can’t find one of those water guns– I’m sure more people could use some help! And– And Felicia’s still out there!”

[spdtactics]

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♛ ❛ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀғ. ( ooc. )

♛ ❛ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀʙᴏx. ( asks. )

♛ ❛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ. ( prompts. )

♛ ❛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. ( queue. )

♛ ❛ ʙᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. ( dash comm. )

♛ ❛ sʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴs. ( dash games. )

♛ ❛ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴɪɴɢ ғᴏᴄᴜs. ( promo. )

♛ ❛ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴍɪɴᴛ's ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ. ( self promo. )

♛ ❛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ. ( psa. )

♛ ❛ ʟᴏsᴛ ʟᴏʀᴇ. ( reference. )

♛ ❛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘsᴀᴋᴇs. ( saved. )

♛ ❛ ᴘɪᴛʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ( crack. )

[heartswayed]

@reztactics​ sent...  "Ah, Dorothea!" That -was- the Black Eagles' resident spellcaster, wasn't it? Good timing... Christa hurried over, holding the book Annette had found and identified as belonging to the songstress out to her. "You left this in the Blue Lion classroom. We thought we should give it back, glad I ran into you!" (This is indeed for Araceli, Christa is getting voices mixed up)

“oh, um...” 

   you blink, unsure of how to respond to the foreign princess for one long moment. d... dorothea? how could you ( weak, shy, uninteresting, unworthy of your own friends ) possibly have been confused for lively, beautiful, enchanting dorothea arnault-- 

   ah, that’s right. princess christa of altea is blind. she only has voices and names to go off of, and you hadn’t been sitting near her when you’d sat in on professor lilim’s class. an easy mistake... you don’t think lady christa and dorothea have spoken much; it must be easy to get the two of you confused if she hasn’t heard the voice often. you resolve to talk to her highness more in the future; it was very sweet of her to try and return your things, even if the intended recipient was off. 

   ( you wonder why prince dimitri didn’t return it himself, but you suppose the house leaders have more responsibilities than the average student. el’s certainly been busy lately after all... you wonder how much of it has to do with the officer’s academy and rehabilitating monica, but you brush the thoughts aside. it’s not your place to ponder. ) 

“thank you very much! i was wondering where i’d left that theorem on healing magic...” you take the book with a hum of content, followed up by a weak laugh. “there’s just one thing, princess... i’m, um. i’m not dorothea. it wasn’t her who sat in on your class today, your highness. my name is araceli. araceli von krakenburg. in any case... thank you again for returning the book. it means a lot!”

   ... once again, that nagging feeling in your heart tells you to seek out professor lilim. surely she wouldn’t turn you down...?

[heartswayed]

@valorwilled​ sent...  ❛ i never really belonged anywhere. ❜ - claude ( prompt. )

   though his tone is lighthearted and jovial, the words obviously having been meant as a joke of sorts, there’s a slight edge to claude’s voice, a muted bitterness hiding behind the easy smile, and ice in lovely green eyes. the jest is also a jab at himself, an acknowledgement of a past he’s careful to keep under lock and key lest a certain heir to house gloucester is listening in. you don’t know much about the internal affairs of house gloucester or the leicester alliance, but you do know that lorenz seems to have it out for claude. badly. 

   your book snaps shut, a small ribbon inserted as a bookmark, and you look up at your new house leader with concern. he... has never belonged anywhere? but how could that be possible? surely he belongs with his family-- and if not those in derdriu, with his mother and father... wherever they are out there. you would suspect there isn’t a very good relationship between son and parents but the few times claude has brought his mother or father up, he has spoken with nothing but glowing praise. 

   perhaps... he was bullied growing up? but that makes no sense either. there is absolutely no reason anyone would have picked on claude von riegan: he’s intelligent. he’s cunning. he’s a wonderful shot and a force to be reckoned with in close combat as well-- he’s funny, he’s kind, he’s well spoken, charismatic, and... well, he’s handsome. he carries himself with an easy grace; it brings to mind edelgard and prince dimitri, though... not quite. why would anyone ever have anything against such a well rounded individual? were they jealous...? 

   that has to be it. it’s the only thing that makes sense. 

“claude...” you say, voice soft as you take one of the house leader’s hands and give it a squeeze-- only to drop it with a quick apology when you remember your place. he is not edelgard. you cannot be so freely affectionate with the next sovereign duke. ( ... or the imperial princess. not ever again. she does not want you. monica von ochs is a far better friend than you could ever apparently be. he pities you. you are merely tolerated out of the golden deer’s kind heart, and if you overstep your boundaries he will grow weary of you too. ) “that’s just silly. everybody belongs somewhere... and that includes you. even if people tried to convince you otherwise, you belonged just as much as they did. they were just... horrid, horrid people. and...” 

   you shift a bit, fidgeting with your book. 

“even if i’m wrong about that -- which i’m not -- you belong here. with the golden deer. with professor paimonia.” you shift in place again, hoping he won’t take offense to your next words. “with me, too. we’re... friends, aren’t we? it... it isn’t much, i know, but i promise you no matter what happens, there will be a place for you with me. we’ll always be friends. you’ll always belong.”

   and if anyone tries to give you or him trouble over it, they’ll get magical snow dumped down their shirts.

[heartswayed]

♂ for asshole dad garon, from dorothea: "do you even remember who i am???"

   the lord scowls, eyes narrowing as he takes in the young woman standing before him, all passion and fire and fury. of course he knows who she is– who doesn’t? if they’ve not heard of the talented young opera singer, they’ve heard of a pretty young thing flitting about and cozying into the arms of as many noble men as she can muster in search of a match– and recently enough, admission to the officer’s academy. a better look at the girl’s features does make him question whether he’s seen her on more than just the stage, though he can’t quite place where.

   ( a particular conquest comes to mind, a beautiful young maid that had been left with child… and nothing to show for it, making the entire affair pointless. perhaps… ) 

“dorothea arnault,” he says after a moment, voice cold and eyes dismissive. “the rising star of the mittelfrank opera company. as a longtime supporter of the arts, i have been to the opera house often and have seen you perform many times. that moniker of yours – the mystical songstress, was it not? – is well earned. however, i fail to see what that has to do with me. we are strangers, nothing more. do not waste my time unless you have business with house krakenburg. though… the business you conduct tends to be with younger men, is it not?” 

@valorwilled | prompt.

[heartswayed]

♂ for asshole dad garon, from sumeragi: YOU WANNA GO??? but also give me back my daughter

“i don’t even know who you are.” 

   yes he does, but he’s not about to give them the satisfaction. that girl is his child now.

@valorwilled & @halycondaze | prompts.

[heartswayed]

@reztactics​ sent... W/B/B for Eliwood, Laslow, and Dimitri. I know it's different verses but I enjoy watching you squirm. ( prompt. )

“...it hardly feels fair to involve prince dimitri in this when i barely know him... but... marry lord eliwood, bed laslow, and... my apologies, your highness. i truly mean no offense.”

   perhaps in another life, however... you might have answered differently.

[heartswayed]

@draconicthorns​ sent...  "I see." Either rev or if you wanted, what we've discussed of them in 3h ( prompt. )

oh boy celi’s perception of camilla in canon more like do we want to open this can of worms? 

of course we do. 

tldr: she still loves and looks up to camilla, but the time loop has definitely warped araceli’s view of the world around her. as a result, she also resents and feels alienated from her at times, as camilla continually treats her like a child in need of coddling and refuses to really listen when araceli brings up her issues with this conduct-- or any issues at all.

while araceli’s psyche and perception of camilla has definitely been affected by the ordeal she has been put through, it’s safe to say that camilla is actually the one sibling out of the fates royals that araceli still feels the closest to.

yes, she still feels closer to camilla than she does sakura or elise, the literal babies of the families who have done nothing wrong (...well, almost. we’re looking at you, conquest!elise in izumo). she loves camilla. there are still aspects of her personality that araceli wishes to emulate: her grace. her easy charm. her elegance. her confidence. her ability to both be a proper lady and absolutely wreck everyone’s shit. her genuine love for the people in her life. her protectiveness.

though... 300 years is also a major eye opener. for every aspect of camilla that araceli adores and wishes to emulate, there’s another part of her that araceli abhors: her obsessiveness. her constant treatment of celi -- a 22 year old woman in fates canon, even without the time loop tacking on mental years -- like an infant or child who needs to be coddled. the way she smiles and nods and just glazes over problems when araceli brings them up-- she knows camilla loves her. ohhhh, trust her, she knows. but... it also feels sometimes as though camilla does not love her, but the idea of her. 

a common complaint araceli has with the fates royals ( ...that persists through revelation and into the postgame, even after anankos’ defeat ) is that she feels as though both the hoshidan and nohrian royals see her as property; they lord her choices over the side she does not pick, fight over her like they’re children in the schoolyard and she’s a shiny toy they both wish to play with... while this perception is clearly the result of the time loop and watching events play out one hundred times with very little changes every go around, it is something araceli feels nonetheless. 

she wishes she could have gone on not thinking this way-- at least, not about camilla. but the damage is done, and the strain in araceli’s relationships comes to its head in revelation.

however, as camilla is the sibling araceli feels closest to, camilla will have the easiest time getting through to her.

in three houses, camilla is still a very important figure in araceli’s life. even though she was not subject to memory wipes in house krakenburg and knows the nohr sibs aren’t her actual siblings, she still loves and looks up to camilla immensely and refers to her as her sister. as both araceli’s trauma and camilla’s issues aren’t as pronounced in fodlan, their relationship is much healthier.