#amnesiums

[eirikc-blog]

❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞

short stories || not accepting.

  Battles seemed to come and go endlessly– being pulled into such a strange world, being able to meet multiple other heroes from other worlds and continents was almost exciting… though she couldn’t say that she enjoyed all the fighting, she hoped that such was for a good cause, trying her best to put faith in that they were doing the right thing. She had come to battle alongside countless allies, one including a tactician from a strange place called Ylisse.

  Though she didn’t know the tactician very well, she had thrust herself to block an attack that was coming her way, leading in a rather large gash in the Renais Princess. It wasn’t much of a problem, with healing capabilities being rather heightened in such a world, to the point where death was practically impossible, even if the feeling of such was… though she had somehow managed to numb herself to such by now.

  Words that gave her second thoughts on her actions from the other stung a little, even if she was determined to stay by them.. after all, she wanted to protect people rather than fight… there were many people she had failed to protect… to her, it was only the least she could have done.

         ‘ It’s true that I didn’t… but I didn’t want to see you hurt… I hope you’re alright… ’

[twistedmage-blog]

{ @amnesiums liked for a Risen au starter! }

He was dead.

He wasn’t dead.

He was dead.

He wasn’t dead.

Henry looked down at his hands, his once lavender eyes now glowing red from the dark magic that had brought him back from death. His skin was more gray than its normal pale hue. Confusion was clear on his face. He shouldn’t be alive.

Memories of his death returned to him, the cries of his friends behind him as he jumped in the way of an attack to save them.

He couldn’t remember who they were. 

Henry looked at the person in front of him, his memory failing him once more. Who was this?

[gaileon]

❛ even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty. ❜

a softer world | not accepting !

 ✦ — The fighter pursed his lips. He’s not unused to these kinds of confessions, but they still confuse ( startle? ) him each time. To hear someone’s darkest thoughts, hear what they say without inhibitions – it was a frightening privilege. If this wasn’t one’s most unrestrained musings, then it only made him worry for what those most hidden ramblings could be; what tortures could one hold?

He looked upon the other, holding a closed fist near his heart as he struggled to find the precise words he wanted to use.

    ❝ You’ve had your fair share of lonely        nights then ? I can relate. It’s… a        terrible desperate feeling, isn’t it ? ❞

He offered a sympathetic smile, brows unable to stay up, though his look may look more of that of pity.

[hiiraethus]

        ELVÓTHIEN KNOWS THAT the tactician ALWAYS seems to be busy, but since arriving to Ylisse, there was little time for them to talk -- to get to know one another. She is ARGUABLY Chrom’s best and most trusted friend, and he speaks so very highly of her. And so, now that she is well acquainted with ALL of the Shepherds, save for one, the little brunette haphazardly approaches her. 

        ❝ Robin! Do you have a moment?❞  Her soprano voice is soft, and so very suddenly is she struck by SHYNESS. ❝ If you are not TOO terribly busy, that is.❞

@amnesiums || starter call.

[cridejoie]

( @amnesiums​ • here. ) | call. 

       ❛ Whoo ! That’s great -- double great, since it means you get to take a break, too. Which you probably totally need. ❜ He’s not oblivious; the norm around these parts seems to be working, working, tirelessly and humorlessly -- Robin often the worst offender of the bunch. What a perfect meeting, then, of opportunity and necessity ! 

       ❛ C’mon, come with me! ❜ 

[invisibleimpossibilities]

shrugs mine even tho we haven't talked that much which should change tbh??

let me lov on sum urls || acceptingRIGHT SO. Obviously you're a huge part of this fandom, I poked around at checking you out and you were actually one of my inspirations for a few things here and there and another Robin with a really great backstory that I wanted to make sure to distinguish myself from for not-copying sake, because wowee I agree with many of your ideas. I also commend you for where your "well I guess Im divergent now" relatable choices come in, like mmm thumbs up, even if I'm giing a different route I can see this too, good call good ideas. Also a big reason I didn't follow til you did bc purity of the muse and whatnot but also I never know what level of doubles anxiety others get and I had a little myself with you. But extra also since you were iffy with second gen shipping stuff and that's like.... my whole blog by circumstance so far dbdjsk (where oh where are muses for the first gen ships I do have that are both consistent and willing to write with me [plays saddest song on tiniest violin] ...anyway...) But I also put together a couple of which other blogs were you from the rules aND I WAS REALLY HAPPY WHEN WE GOT A THREAD GOING WITH YOUR MIRIEL! I love miriel and i love intelligent women together and I was happy just to be able to connect with you in at least one place. Anyway NOW WE DO HERE DO TOO. I'm glad. You seem like a very intelligent and fun person and I'm always wowed by people who can be so versatile and still capture each character. Like... your Xander is amazing too, I never would have guessed that was you except for knowing now.Your writing has a gentleness about it, like it probably has one of my favorite flows. You just have really well put together sentences and thoughts? I hope that makes sense. But especially on Robin it's really nice. I love our three birb picture because your Robin is like the female answer to Chii's in my head, just very chill and warm and loving and wanting to help. Also very tired. Like. I get an exhausted mom vibe from her and I love it. Just that "I will bend over backwards with whatever you need but also just as soon deadpan sass you in a hot minute if you step one toe out of line bc I'm so done with bullshit in general" and that is. My favorite part about fRobin. That's so good and it is... there. You got that goin and it makes me happy.That got a little away from me but tl;dr I love Robin a lot and I love your take on her too, what good birbs. And I agree, I look forward to being able to connect with you more! 💙

[grandiloque]

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please.❜❜

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

      ❝ Oho! So the lady can’t bear to part with me, is that it? ❞ His grin is wide and flirtatious, accompanied by a wink.❝ Worry not, my dear Robin, for the feeling is quite mutual. ❞

      Virion sits himself down, though his attitude shifts from his well-known obnoxious demeanor to one more quiet and settled. Robin is too earnest in her request for him to take it for granted, though he would be pleased to see a smile on her face regardless.

      ❝ What do you need, my dear? ❞

[drakonyios-blog]

♂ @amnesiums has requested a book!

♠♂♠-- “Ah, Mother! Your hair!”

Morgan had been in the stables all day, petting the mounts and feeding them. It was his turn to take care of them, and he found himself PAMPERING them, brushing their manes until they GLEAMED and sneaking them all sugar. He’d gotten up so early he’d forgotten to properly greet his Mother for the day.

When she’d came in the stables in search of him, her hair was a mess. He could tell she’d been up ALL NIGHT working on the strategy for the next campaign, as her ponytails were two different heights on her head.

“Did you sleep well, Mother? Here, let me wash my hands and fix it for you!”

[lethalance-blog]

@amnesiums.

“oh, sorry... were you saying something? i was distracted---three-hour training sessions really take it out of me!”

[nagahearted-a]

Shows up with an entire hecking puppy in her arms, beaming up at Chrom as the little thing wriggles in her arms. "Happy birthday, Chrom! I know this isn't the most conventional gift, but... I heard that they make for wonderful companions and can help reduce stress!"

      In no way does he immediately assume the squirming, tail-wagging, panting pup in Robin’s arms is for him. But then she stops in front of him, grin as wide as can be, and offers it to him. Chrom can practically feel everyone’s stares – likely questioning why in Naga’s good name their tactician thought it suitable to gift their captain with a dog while they’re in the middle of war.

      And yet, Chrom takes it from her, a grin slowly overtaking his own features. Then he laughs, cradling it against his chest and not even trying to keep it from licking his face in excitement.

      ❝ Thank you, Robin. The Shepherds could always use another member. Will you help me think of a name? ❞

[princess--cynthia]

@amnesiums liked for a starter!

"I'm listening, Robin! I swear!"

Perhaps it was understandable that the tactician didn't quite believe her - when she'd started talking to the princess, she'd been mid-workout, although it wasn't as if that diverted all of her attention. The part that was likely causing the issue was the fact that she'd started mumbling a mix of classical epic poetry and self-created catchphrases under her breath between chin ups instead of the number of reps. 

"Trust me, I'm paying attention." She assured her, pulling herself up again with a wide smile on her face. "So, about this scouting party. When do you want me to head out?"

[fellbranded-blog]

❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜

spilled ink || accepting!

“Is that even something that can be remembered?”

   Brown hues blink once, twice, thrice as he ponders his companion’s words. Remembering how to be alive… It’s poetic, to be certain, but perhaps the pretty speech is lost on him. 

“You’re either alive or you’re not. There’s no forgetting how to breathe. Remembering what makes life worth living, however… That’s a harder one.” 

   Concern now grips the tactician as he takes in silvery locks so similar to his own, and his voice is soft and inviting. What brought this on, anyhow? The stress of a seemingly endless war that ebbs and flows as the days go on? Being removed from home and surrounded by strangers thanks to the whims and magic of a stranger? “Is… There something bothering you, by any chance? A problem you’d like to talk about?”

[honorbourne]

‘ i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people. i can bear this weight on my own. i have to. ’

「 Potentially angst centralᵀᴹ┊❧ Accepting !! 」

‘ growling suggestion ’ starters 

     “ Fie, Robin... to deny the help when it is needed is not much sensible! Through life, ‘tis a veritable fact there is little else one can do alone without the support and guidance of others. ” Say’ri insists yet despite her stern words, one could detect the faint gentleness  UNDERLYING  each syllable. Oh, the swordswoman knew all too well what it was like, to feel as if everything rested on your shoulders.

     Up until Chrom and his Shepherds came along, she was even prepared to die with the resistance for a burdensome cause. Regardless, the fact still remained that having comrades around was of natural, absolute importance... a conclusion she would eventually come to realize on her own, the more she had continued serving the Ylissean army.

    “ If there is aught I can do to keep you at peace, it shan’t hurt me. Together, my lady, I have every confidence we will triumph over whatever obstacles the fates may bring us. ” Say’ri softly declares while her gaze intensifies with welled  UP  determination.

[butterflybladed-archived-blog]

@amnesiums

     “-Robin?” The girl glanced over the other’s shoulder, trying to get a peek of what they were looking at. Clearly they were pretty into it, because they hadn’t even reacted to her presence yet. A tap to the shoulder. “Robin.”

[ladycavaliier-blog]

@amnesiums ❤️️’d.

     “I-- I, um... I didn’t think anyone else would be out this late.” 

   The girl shifts awkwardly, sinking a little into the hot springs as though trying to hide. Though most of the Shepherds had enjoyed the springs earlier in the evening once the fighting had been over Irene had abstained, seeking privacy. Looks like she's not the only one.

     “Did... Did you want to use the baths, Robin? Sorry... I can be right out if you want them to yourself!”

[windmxgic-blog]

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{❧} ---- “Robin!”

Ricken hurried towards Robin, hoping that he would be able to ask her about the possibility of getting a new weapon since his tome was about to break. The tome in question was in his arms too, and it was practically falling apart at this point.

{❧} ---- “Could... Could I possibly get a new wind tome? Mine’s really close to breaking.”

He looked down at the tome, seeing that it was beginning to actually lose pages. That was either going to make it hard to cast anything with it, or dangerous for him to cast anything with it.