#cendrivinite

[zweiflugelig]

Byleth was walking through the hallways, munching on one of those sweet little chocolate treats when someone caught his eye. That shade of purple… It looked familiar to him.

He couldn’t quite place it in his mind, but something about her made his chest feel like fire. A simmering of anger not his own, struggling to break the water’s tension as it can only cause ripples. “Oh, you’re….” He fell silent, unable to continue as he suddenly found himself standing in front of her.

Even more so now that he could properly see her, that itch in his chest remained. Why did she dislike this person so much…? Though his posture, eyes and voice remained even, he was trying his hardest to suppress this odd turmoil.

“….Never mind, you just reminded me of someone. Are you a new student here?” Trying to shift the topic instead, rather than approaching her as just Byleth, he should be speaking with her as Byleth, professor and representative of the academy. “I’m a professor here, so.. If there’s anything I can help you with, feel free to talk to me.”

After half a year of trailing Jeralt's Mercenaries in search of the Ashen Demon, Shez never imagined that their next encounter would be here of all places. She stares at the man, dumbfounded. Was Shez chasing phantoms all this time while he was here, as a... a professor?

He doesn't remember her. That's no surprise, though it stings to hear it from his voice. The death of Captain Berling and dissolution of her beloved company, they're just footnotes in a job long since finished. In other words, ancient history.

Shez frowns at the thought. She's used to death and partings, but the Captain and Getz and Lazley, theirs hit different. She really misses that scruffy crew, rough edges and all.

"Yeah, I am. The name's Shez." She tries to keep her voice neutral. Her hand twitches as she thinks of the sword, the one she can summon out of thin air. No, Shez dismisses the thought as soon as it comes to mind. Starting a fight here would be idiotic, maybe even suicidal. Instead she meets his gaze steadily. "If that's the case, d'you have time for a spar? I'm looking to get stronger." Strong enough to beat you.

[yukyunotabibito]

📋 vibecheck me -_-

Name: Byleth

Age: Unknown, likely younger than 30

Gender: Male

Class: Blue Lions (Instructor).

Notes:

This one is... interesting. I cannot get a proper read on him, and I'm almost certain he has noticed me following him on more than one occasion. Interesting indeed. I would be inclined to say that his still face is almost completely devoid of any feeling, if there did not seem to be a deep care behind his eyes. Despite his reputation, he seems to be one who is kind and gentle. Former mercenary. Many mercenaries are hiding something. I wonder what he is hiding.

[hresvelged]

Count Varley was nowhere to be found no matter how many steps their group took into Varley territory. She anticipated as much— A most irksome thorn. Run from the lock he may only to find himself trapped under a key. It was quite easy for her to surmise he stood somewhere within the Southern Church itself. Her eyes narrowed.

The newly revitalized church was much further within the Empire's heart, deep under now-removed vines within Enbarr. Perhaps it was best Edelgard remained here for now. Her time to venture would come. Unlike a plethora of other such figures who sat on undeserving lavish thrones, she had no desire to ignore her people.

It was within the bitter coldness of the soup kitchen that inaction stung stronger than any flame burned. There were heads downcast, arms crossed, and whispers she could not quite make out. People sat at tables with nothing to do but talk. As she stood alongside the professor, a group of knights remained at the entranceway while walking a few steps behind the two.

"Professor," she said as she walked towards the empty kitchen counter. Edelgard rested a palm on its wooden exterior. "Look closely. You see it too, don't you? The people of Varley territory find themselves empty-handed. We can't allow this to continue. I propose..—"

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the knights approached and interjected: "Please, wait. Our supplies are limited, Princess Edelgard. You must realize this."

@cendrivinite

— a pinch of what's left behind

distress mission board // soup kitchen

[pridelessdaydreamer]

💤

You’re not skipping class you’re not special

for some reason, linhardt did not like that. (the kitty cat slinks away........)

[optimismxmagicism]

Plotting Call!

Looking for the following prompts for my boys this month!

Ewan (Here!)

Riding+ (Needs BE): I���d love to tackle this with someone experienced with horses! Ewan has only just gotten his steed so one idea I had is handling it from the angle of someone with experience helping him through the natural growing pains of horse care.

Nils (@Carmennivis)

Abyssal Gate: This is too familiar to him. A gate leading to another world? I think it would be incredibly cool if this actually *did* lead to the world of dragons Nils inhabited in the past, perhaps they can take a trip to the shrine? I’d love to tackle this with a fellow dragon muse or Elibean!

Byleth (@Cendrivinite)

Soup Kitchen (Needs BE): Please help this poor boy socialize. He really wants to help, but his. Everything kinda unnerves the people that went to get food.

Authority+: One Angle I had in mind is Byleth and your muse having to sub in for the lead actors after a bad case of food poisoning. Byleth is a surprisingly good singer, so who knows maybe they can make it work?

These are all ideas and not necessarily plans set in stone. If you have a different idea for the above prompts or would like to tackle these feel free to message me on discord or DM me! Much love ❤️

[carmennivis]

Looking for threads!

Ewan 🔥 @optimismxmagicism

The Photo Booth - Just a fun lighthearted thread about Ewan and a friend taking silly pictures together! Preferably someone Ewan is already familiar with, but I’m down for him to make new friends too!

Club rush! - As the founder of the school’s new comedy club, Ewan’s looking for new members! He’ll happily explain (and show!) what they’re all about: making people smile, with the occasional harmless prank here and there…

BOOMS! - you think this little pyromaniac *wouldnt* jump at the chance to play with fireworks? This would be a total shenanigans thread where Ewan’s gonna try his darndest to blow some stuff up himself!

Nils 🪈 (here!)

(Note: He’s a GD so he can participate in other threads too!)

Heavy Armor - Nils loves the ocean, he’d love to take a trip on a boat! Catch him in a particularly good mood and he may just go draconic creature of the depths on any pirates attempting to ruin this wonderful trip~

Club Rush! - Nils is part of performing arts, but no other club has caught his eye quite yet. I’m interested in tackling this prompt with a member of a club looking to recruit him!!

Rat orchestra - Nils is uncomfortably familiar with kidnappings, so these rumors of disappearances definitely disturb him. He wants to find out where the missing students are and who captured them, to keep everyone safe!

Byleth 🕰️ @cendrivinite

Faith prompt (Needs GD!)- A serious thread, I’d like to explore Byleth’s growing interest in the teachings of Seiros, especially when human sacrifices seem to go squarely against everything the Goddess seems to preach. Ideally with a fellow Fodlan muse, or someone else with strong ties to faith, this thread would naturally have a lot of religious themes.

Rat Orchestra - Byleth is responsible for the students, of course he’s going to search for them. I think it would be fun if this thread had a focus on investigating and interrogating, similar to how things happen in game when Flayn goes missing!

[ashenprofessor]

Closed starter for @cendrivinite

Welcome to Sir Donald's, where the customer is always right, and it is YOUR very first day on the job! At Sir Donald's, we pride ourselves on providing our busy customers with food that they can easily take on the go, and it is up to YOU the precious employee to provide them that quick service they need. We understand that this may be a tad difficult with our recent severe understaffing problems, but in this fast-paced environment, we believe in our employees' ability to rise to these kinds of challenges and soar above them! (OR ELSE) [Grants Authority +1]

You would have thought with all their work as a professor would mean they’d prefer to spend their free time for themselves. Or at least not be in need of a second job. Yet here the professor was, spending their weekend behind the counter of SirD’s in the name of some extra pocket money. Why did that new rod have to be so expensive!!

Everyone knew of Sir D’s reputation for cheap grub served fast. Their new boss had impressed on them the importance of this quick service. But as Byleth stood behind the counter by themselves, despite the early hour, wondering if they were the only employee on the job. No wonder the manager had been so desperate to hire them even without any experience in customer service.

Byleth looked up as the shop door opened and a young man entered. They were immediately struck by the strong resemblance between the two of them. They could have been twins.

“Good morning Sir. Welcome to Sir D’s. I’m afraid we’re not quite open yet so if you could come back in 30 mins…” they trailed off unsure of how to handle the situation. They shouldn’t have left the door open, though the sign was still flipped. “Can I help?”

Employee of the month

[nohrslittleflower]

The rat orchestra from last year's Ethereal ball is apparently back and looking for work again. That's the only explanation you can think of, anyway, when you start hearing rumors about rodents gathering in some out-of-the-way alley in town to play music on instruments stolen from the monastery. At the same time, a second rumor has started up: students have reported hearing a long C-sharp before going to bed at night, only to discover the next morning that one of their classmates has gone missing! That's three in the span of a week so far. Are these things related? The Knights won't get involved and the monastery staff appears unbothered, so you decide to take these matters into your own hands. [Grants Sword +1]

Is she technically supposed to be in her room right now? Yes. Does she have a class at 9 AM the next day? Yes. But sleep is nothing compared to RAT ORCHESTRA.

At least, that’s what she thinks the rumors were talking about. She kinda got absorbed in the fact that there were apparently little rats that knew how to play instruments at the ball last year and missed the rest. Something about a C-sharp before bed?

She wonders if they played normal sized instruments or little tiny rat instruments? Did they have little outfits? Heh. Rat with a hat. That rhymes— “OOF—“

Elise stumbles a bit as she rounds a corner, accidentally walking right into someone. Snapping out of her rat thoughts, she flails her arms out for a moment to regain her balance. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?? I’m SO sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going at all!”

She finally looks up to check on her accidentally victim, concern shifting to panic for a moment as she realizes that is definitely a teacher. Ooohh no, she’s in trouble, isn’t she…? 

No, it’s fine. People like this teacher. She thinks. She’s not gonna get detention over this. Right?? Just act normal. Casual. Chill. “Oh…. Um… heya, professor..! Hehe… What are you doing out here? Are you looking for the rats too?”

Starter for: @cendrivinite

you hear about that giant rat? yeah i heard he makes all of da rules. crazy stuff.

[cursedbluebird]

Marianne’s eyes widen and she let out a yelp as she felt something pull herself back and she collided into something soft and firm as a pillar of flame erupted in front of her. The sight was enough to make her freeze, not even breath fell from her for a few moments.

She turned and looked over her shoulder, horrified to see one of the professors staring sternly at her. “Um… I…” Her mind raced as she tried to find a suitable answer for why she was so far from the group, but none came to mind. All she could do was swallow the growing lump in her throat and shrink in on herself as she awaited punishment. The shame she was bringing to Margrave Edmund by acting like this…

Searching for Salvation

faith +1 cw- Suicidal Thoughts/Actions, Depression

[txmehunting]

starter for @cendrivinite

" this thing will not stop crying. i cannot do my work effectively when all it does i---SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!! "

sennō has not been keeping count, but he's sure at least five blood vessels in his forehead have ruptured. one in his neck has also likely popped, and on top of all of this, he's bit down on his own arm hard enough that he's left bright red teeth marks THROUGH the material of his sleeve.

why. WHY. does he have to take care of a FAKE BABY.

he is a good student! he does all of his work on time with little fuss, actually! he learns as much as he can and is a relatively silent student! he's EXTRA good on days where he doesn't pick fights with other students!! so why! WHY! does he have to participate in this ACTUAL HELL LESSON that was created to make DEMONS cry?!

sennō hates children. always has and always will! they scream, they cry, they have absolutely no respect for adults and their things and will go around breaking stuff without paying because CHILDREN HAVING JOBS IS ILLEGAL! gods above and below, he knows he'll never raise a child for as long as he lives, so can he just give this thing up and pretend nothing ever happened?

as much as he wants to explode this fake doll magicked to act like a real baby, his " PARTNER " ( said with the heaviest quotes possible since the partner in question is a PROFESSOR ) would have qualms. qualms normally don't matter, but in this case they would lead to a failing grade, and sennō isn't sure if he can bear a mark on his perfect record like that.

so instead he screeches again at the crying Object, venting his frustrations, before waiting until his partner's back is turned ( as he has been doing this for hours ). then, he pulls back, baby thing gripped by the leg, and he measures his trajectory...

abort mission

toa anniversary board: faith +1

[blaiddllodi]

(starter for @cendrivinite - post timeskip au)

(cw for mentions of gore)

It did not ever seem to be enough – no amount of blood slurried into the mud and the snow beneath his boots, no amount of thieving hands carved from bodies or cowardly hearts plucked from the cracked caverns of their chests. No amount of pleading he had done as a child, guileless and stupid, and no amount of bellows from the depth of his lungs in defiance seemed to ever sate the thrumming, crackling hunger that seemed to buzz just beneath his skin.

The monastery had remained in tatters, in spite of the bodies about, the clamoring beat of hearts and the call of voices overlapping with the murmurs that brushed against the shell of his ear, dizzying, nauseating.

Would the goddess hear him if he spoke to her brought low, if he stood above the smashed statuary and felt the stained glass crunch underfoot?

Those in power were always more inclined to listen when their power had been stripped, weren't they?

He barely acknowledged the steady drip, viscous and dark splattering against the dusty, shattered marble – only that it fell in time with the footsteps at his back.

Dimitri did not tense, did not shift.

He knew those steps.

"Come to pass your judgement, have you?"

i know those eyes

[blaiddllodi]

Do what you must.

It was a sentiment that he was used to, the obligation and the duty drilled into him from the very beginning, but usually this accompanied a period of drawn of hesitation, of feet-dragging to avoid a difficult decision – not a prompt to follow what his heart told him.

His heart told him that this was wrong. Dimitri was not the sort of scholarly mind who could debate the finer differences of morals and ethics, and where they might intersect, and where sentience starts to bleed into humanity – even just the notion of it now made his head spin, but he did know that the creature had spoken. She had pled with them, in words, and in her eyes that met his, brimming with the impotent rage of something so powerful brought to such a low of helplessness, with the sorrow of needing to beg for her children's lives.

With the resignation that came from the belief in the inevitability of death, of the futility of begging for humanity.

There it was again. Humanity.

His grip tightened on his lance, feeling the thrum of warm energy glimmering just along its smooth, polished edges, and he felt the crackle of presence behind him – the hunter, the straggler from the group, who had followed along, perhaps hoping to get a prize for himself out this under the nose of his employer.

Dimitri breathed in once through his nose, leveling his gaze firmly on his beloved professor's, and nodded.

Before he plunged the dull butt of his spear into the hunter's gut and brought the man to his knees, with a swift follow-up to his nose.

I want to live

(Dimitri & Byleth, Anniversary 2024 Lance)

[sayhwaet]

The big centerpiece for the impromptu festival is meant to be the magic show put on by those at the School of Sorcery! It turns out, however, this is also meant to double as advertising to get new students and attention onto their prestigious academy. You may not be in any rush to transfer, but the students and faculty are still eager to help teach anyone how to cast these entertaining spells. Care to try your own hand at making a spectacle? [Grants Reason +1] (starter for @cendrivinite)

"One day only!" He announced, "Courtesy of the – shit, what's it called? - the, er, Fhridiad School of Sorcery, we present a show unlike any you've ever seen!"

What a fucking joke, huh? The grease paint on his face was stifling, but masked much of the impression that he was anything other than a skilled magician – and Crusaders above knew he'd need every helping hand he could get in that department. He resisted the urge to tug at the cravat – a non-breathable napkin, if anything, spiraled around his neck and pinned to the heavy cape he'd been given. 

The poor sod with him didn't look much happier than he did - didn't look much of anything, the kid's face as blank as driven snow - didn't even give the impression that he'd known exactly what this fancy magical school was, but the wide, eager eyes in the crowd seemed to devour every movement of theirs with relish, and even if he'd never heard of, nor attended, nor gave two shits about this school or whatever they might have taught, Beowolf would play dancing monkey.

Magical talent or no, Beowolf wasn't here to disappoint any kids, and he could put on a show if needed. 

"Of course it's one day only!" shouted a rangy teen in the back, the words tumbling out around mouthfuls of popped-caramelled-corn. "The festival only lasts the day!" 

"Yeah, well," Beowolf shot back, flourishing his cape unnecessarily, "it would still be one day only if the festival lasted forever, so just sit your keister back and enjoy!"

It would be fine.

It had to be fine.

There was only so much that wouldn't be fine.

The Fhirdiad School of Sorcery Experience

[lilchxrmer]

-- WHEN PRESENTED WITH THE flier and the pitch, Hortensia hadn't exactly been immediately sold on the idea. It was only recently that she had even considered eating food not specially prepared for her (working with the Divine One had not given her much of a choice, and she figured that if someone in the army had wanted to kill her, there had been better opportunities), so a nearly procedurally generated food line did not seem worth it to her.

Serve a great array of customers, the flier had pitched. Get to know everyone at the academy!

Well. If it was put like that, she supposed.

The uniform was cute enough, too, once Hortensia gave her own adjustments to it; finding a large red ribbon that matched the obnoxiously colored yellow-and-red pattern that the service seemed intent on shoveling through one's eyes had proved quite the challenge. But beyond that, the ensemble was serving its purpose, even if it wasn't the cutest in the world.

And the customers she so desperately tried to endear herself to? Well.

Though every "Hi, welcome to Sir Donald's!" was accompanied with the absolutely cutest, most adorable smile this half of the continent, it seemed those who hungered had little care for that sort of a thing. Hortensia found herself wiping spit off her face nearly thrice an hour, reapplying her makeup while some disgruntled customer explained how someone had messed up their order (they hadn't). It was excruciating, to be sure.

But she'd be damned if she let that stop her from continually giving the absolute best service possible. And so, when yet another customer steps up in line, it is with a perfectly perfect smile that she says:

"Hi, welcome to Sir D-- Emblem Byleth?!"

Because there, in the flesh, was the Emblem that had sat nicely inside the ring when her mind had been not her own.

@cendrivinite

regarding fries and proper instruction

+ authority

[ashenprofessor]

Despite their similar appearance and shared name, it was as though they complemented each other. “Perfect, I’ll leave the kitchen to you and I’ll handle the front of house” Byleth agreed. “If it gets busy, I may have to give you a shout”

It was unfair how the management had left them in this mess. Two new employees forced to handle on of the busiest days of the weeks and on their first day!

Byleth took the proffered apron and checked it before putting on. “Hang on” they said, tone taking a lighter note “I think I’ve got yours instead of mine” they handed the identical apron back to Byleth and took the other from his hand to put on.

Uniform on, they took their place behind the till, noting its workings. The heater units were devoid of food currently. “All good here. We have a bit of time before opening so I can give you a hand in the kitchen” it would be a rush to get some food ready before the potential first customer.

“What do you need me to do?”

Employee of the month

[hresvelged]

Edelgard needed the people of Adrestia to know that the empire would never abandon them— On this, she was firm. To show that in Varley was of utmost importance. As the empire's heir, it was she who must carve this path and dissolve the selfishness of current nobility.

She listened to the professor's words carefully, noting the consequences. Perhaps their company would be displeased at the unplanned dispensing of goods. She would bear that burden proudly if she must. In the end, the necessity of Adrestia's choices lay as an act of vitality. Should that mantle show itself now, she minded not.

"Thank you. I appreciate your understanding," she said in kind. Edelgard meant those words— To know that the professor comprehended what every road entailed. It would take some time before they reached the borders of the southernmost empire, let alone the residing spot of the Southern Church. "It's as you say. There is much to consider.." She allowed the silence to sit a moment, if only to emphasize her words. "Hm. I hold no issue with making do. Even if costly or otherwise, it's preferable than to simply walk away from this situation."

The princess continued as she eyed the knight standing strong: ".. We will provide the people of Varley assistance at once. That is my final decision." A gesture towards their items sitting in wait outside the space. "Doing anything but would be a failing on multiple fronts. Now then, let us begin by unloading our supplies."

— a pinch of what's left behind

distress mission board // soup kitchen