#( freya. ) | no matter how the wind howls; the mountain cannot bow to it.

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i thought MILF stood for Man I Love Fighting...

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@universalcarnival​ // plotted starter.

if she were younger and were told to make sure the horses in the stables were well cared for, she’d be terrified. freya never... got along with such creatures in her youth and yet one of the mares living in the stables nudged her hand, having smelled the apple in the girl’s hand. surely a snack wouldn’t hurt, would it? hopefully not - the fruit is offered to the mare in question, much like an offering to a deity, and promptly was it feasted on. “ easy there- i need that hand, you know. “

it was only recently did freya start getting along with these beautiful animals. almost custom was it for her to give them a snack before she entered the stables themselves, only recently did she start looking forward to giving them the care they needed. it was time away from the stresses of missions and mock battles. much needed time. the mare huffs and nudges freya’s arm again, communicating in a language she could never understand, grabbing the brush mounted on the wooden wall to work on the horse’s mane. brushing the mare’s mane would’ve been good enough of a distraction if nobody had stopped by, but it seemed life had other plans.

goldenrod hues look up and see a familiar face.. maybe. she couldn’t be bothered to remember names right now, the week’s classes and emphasis on the monthly mission fried her brain. like a deer caught in the headlights she blinks in silence for only a moment. “ i dunno if you’re just passing by or if the professor finally realized that pompous kid and i don’t get along, but i hope this is entertaining to watch. “

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did someone ask for a bride alt freya

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SHE’S DONE!!! SHE’S FINALLY DONE

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there was an Attempt

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i was enabled so have a dancer freya

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-- freya was always someone who was never much for chatter. even in classes she leaned more on the quiet side, always writing who-knows what in something only she seemed to be able to decipher. to her, it was more of a getaway from the stresses of her education, but hey! it wasn’t that bad either, given it gets her back on her feet for a while... even if it’s only for a year.

and writing is exactly what she’s doing. 

the golden deer house member hid herself away in the greenhouse; seeing as how almost nobody was around, scribbling any remaining notes their professor pointed out before an upcoming written exam. she could’ve really used some quiet to collect her thoughts. however she knew she wasn’t alone- another student or two and the keeper of the greenhouse- and looking up she sees her house leader being one of the students that’d dropped by. for a split moment they spot one another, in which freya stops her writing to give a little wave of silent greeting before resuming.

@armatization​ // starter call! (for claude!)

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pov freya gets the Seteth Headpat Of Approval(tm) // ft @universalcarnival​‘s seteth

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i did it.... i made freya’s about page..... !!

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🎶  “ theeeere once was a ship that took to sea; the name of that ship was the billy o’ tea! “  🎶

🎶  “ the winds blew up n’ her bow dipped down, oh blow my bully boys blow! “  🎶

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everything just... felt off. at least, to her. 

maybe she was just having an off day, or.. maybe something happened that she didn’t know about. nonetheless she found the opportunity to sneak out of the dining hall, wanting some peace and quiet to collect her thoughts. while meandering about the monastery in search of her little cranny- that being a far corner by the fishing pond that (surprisingly) nobody bothered looking when searching for her, she glances making sure she wasn’t being followed. 

truth be told freya hoped it’d stay that way. 

crawling into that corner and perching atop the crates like a bird perching on a branch, the golden deer house member pulls her leatherback journal out and a stick of graphite before scribbling in those runes on a blank parchment. 

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@macuilsung​ asked:

Freya, just know that he already apologizes for this, but it's better you know now than risk embarrassing yourself later. With that disclaimer on the Abyssian's part out of the way, Forwin breathes in deeply, cups a hand by her head, and whispers quietly into her ear as he tries—tries, mind you—to break it as gently to her as possible...

"...and that is what it truly means," he finishes as he pulls away. Now to gauge her reaction...

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when it finally hits the poor bastard she slowly raises her hands to dig into her hair, elbows immediately supporting her upper body on the table. freya takes a momet of silence to process what forwin had just told her- that’s... not what it means!?

the violet-haired almyran heaves a sigh, finally coming up with a way to express her shock. 

“ seteth won’t be happy when he finds out...  “

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my contribution to sunday: freya can absolutely do the jack-o pose

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forgot to share this but i drew up a fullbody ref for academy phase/pre timeskip freya 👉👈

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smile and wave, folks. smile and wave.

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please don’t tell him please don’t ple a s ee -