#costofwar

[aicollider]

You are in the middle of the American Revolutionary War, Battle of Saratoga (1777 CE)

You find yourself in the midst of the American Revolutionary War, specifically the Battle of Saratoga in 1777 CE. The fighting is intense, with thousands of soldiers engaged in combat. The two sides are the British army, led by General John Burgoyne, and the American forces led by General Horatio Gates. The British army outnumbers the Americans with approximately 7,000 troops, while the Americans…

[hopecrux]

@costofwar​.  /  starter call.

‘ hey, ferdinand ?? ’ 

he’s careful in the way he catches the other’s attention  ,  knowing it must be a  sensitive  topic.  still  ,  he can’t imagine it must be  easy  to deal with  ,  especially not at one’s own  hand  .  but sometimes  ,  things couldn’t be helped  ,  &  all you could do was pick up the pieces  &  move on as best you could.

that didn’t mean it had to be done  alone  .

‘ i’m....really sorry about the way things worked out with your dad. ’

[obsidiansong]

@costofwar​​ || Angst Starter Call

To say that the Empire’s first official clash with the Lord of Ash’s army had gone poorly was putting it lightly. The Imperial infantry and cavalry had been ripped through by the Ash musketmen cleanly cutting the central line’s fighting force in half before they even reached the enemy infantry, as the three firing squads rotated in and out, each squad given time to reload the firearms that were so alien to the technologically-stymied Fodlan people.

Ferdinand himself, meanwhile, had found himself face-to-face with the Lord of Ash with any possible reinforcements blocked off, and where he might’ve expected to find himself dead to rights after his defeat, he was instead taken prisoner. Perhaps even more surprising was that, upon being brought back to Arianrhod, the citadel that had fallen so easily to the Lord of Ash’s army, he wasn’t tried and executed... but rather tended to by the army’s chirurgeons in a rather comfortable prison cell. Healing magic and medical knowledge as advanced as their technology had the young Aegir heir practically fighting fit once again within hours, despite how badly he’d been injured.

“So, it seems the healers did fine work. Let us speak.” Thus spoke a familiar voice, approaching Ferdinand’s cell, the all-too familiar visage of the Lord of Ash soon entering his field of view on the opposite side of the prison bars. Without his black sword and legions of soldiers surrounding him, he didn’t cut as intimidating a figure, but the helmet and hood masking his face held the mystery quite well... At least, until “he” opted to remove said pieces of headgear, revealing the Lord of Ash’s true identity.

“...I’m sure you have many questions, Ferdinand.”

[tuskprince]

@costofwar

"I believe I've retrieved one of your lost items, Ferdinand," Dimitri stated, holding out the small bag of tea leaves to the other noble. "This is a rather unique brew. May I ask where you obtained it?"

[beastburdened]

@costofwar​ (x)

“...hey, fetlocks,” they finally addressed ferdinand, resignation evident in their tone, “gimme a hand here.”

the two of them had been in the stables for some time now. wasn’t too much of a surprise, they were both cavalry afterall, albeit with different functionality. it was incredibly commonplace to spot him here. never talked, though, hapi preferred keeping to themself whenever possible.

“he’s been in a huff since that last battle and i dunno what’s wrong with him. you’re good with horses, right? what’s the deal?” hapi connected with animals easier than most thanks to her crest, sure, but that didn’t mean they knew how to expertly look after each and every species. unfortunately their knowledge of horses was surface level at best, just enough to adequately look after one for battle and treat basic injuries. her horse didn’t look injured though. afterall they always made it a point to create a considerable distance between themself and whoever her unlucky opponent happened to be, which meant they got through most conflicts pretty unscathed.

“oh, actually, his gait was kinda weird earlier but i couldn’t get him to stay still long enough to check his hooves without him getting all fidgety.” and quite frankly they had zero desire to get kicked by a horse today, so they gave up on that pretty quick.

[lyriccl]

@hiroix​ @dcay​ @costofwar​ @goyokuborn​

ahhhhhhhhh i feel so loved,,, thank you so much for the birthday wishes!

[emblemseekers]

@costofwar

“Wait! What do you mean the dining hall?!” Bernadetta exclaimed.

She agreed to having lunch with Ferdinand for once, but she thought it would be her eating in her room while they conversed through the door. She didn’t think she’d actually have to go into a public setting!

“C-come on, don’t think it’s the perfect day to just sit around and not go to such a crowded area!” 

[talesofus]

( @costofwar​​ ) ⋮ 💛👀 || For Lin, because who is Ferdie if not a gentleman? o3o [ accepting ]

There isn’t much that flusters Linhardt.

Normally, he is the one the one doing the flustering - not necessarily on purpose, but it’s how he is. He’ll say something he doesn’t realise is wrong, or step too close into someone’s personal space. He is utterly shameless. And yet, for the first time, he is rendered almost speechless, just for a moment.

It’s Ferdinand. Linhardt shouldn’t have been surprised when he took him by the hand. He shouldn’t have been surprised when the man raised his hand to his lips, kissing the back of his hand ever so gently. Linhardt is a very smart man, and it takes a lot to make his brain malfunction. But this? This does something to him that he cannot hope to explain.

Oh. Well.

This is certainly new.

It takes him a moment to respond, but he snaps himself out of it. Good heavens, a simple kiss should not leave him feeling so soft inside, but it’s nice. “An interesting greeting,” he says. One he wouldn’t mind repeating. He squeezes Ferdinand’s hand. “Is this your way of catching my interest for this meeting? I must admit, I still don’t care about it.”

There’s something else in this room that has caught his interest, however.

[cichole]

|| Listen. Your Seteth is beautiful. Your HCs and development is just chef's kiss. ALSO YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING PRETTY. And though we haven't really talked much OOC you just seem pretty cool. I just love getting to see you on my dash and your insight!

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

[fatedsummoner]

❛ I, for one, am not ready to die yet. Are you? ❜

MOVIE STARTERS VOL.13     THE FOUNTAIN     DARREN ARONOFSKY | Accepting

“Nope.”

The subject of death came instantly, gazing with determination and a mixture of annoyance at the soldiers attacking them. Kiran often wondered whether he became desensitized to the entire ordeal, since arriving in Askr, the battles raged on with the enemy becoming bolder and destruction, willing to do anything to achieve their goal.

His teeth gritted quietly, watching and pulled himself up from the pain hissing quietly.

“Let’s go out there and kick some ass.”

@costofwar

[archersmight]

Listen. This is a callout to tell you you're wonderful. You are an amazing writer, person, and friend. I love getting to talk to you and hearing your ideas. I'm so happy I get to call you my friend!

(WAAAT BRI YOU CANNOT JUST RANDOMLY DO THIS TO ME!!

Bri, sweet thing, you are an amazing writer yourself. A wonderful person. Smart, sweet, funny, kind, talented, and just a great person that I’m really happy to have gotten to know. I’m really happy that you’re a part of my life now)

[piecesofacrow]

~The Lines~ Closed RP

@costofwar​

Despite her social nature, Hannah found the idea of joining a new class a bit daunting, especially one like the Black Eagles. Last she could remember, the only person in the class who wasn’t a noble was Dorothea. It was intimidating to say the least. Anyone who was aware of Hannah and her older brother Israel would understand that they were brought to the monastery by the knights themselves. They weren’t nobles. Some didn’t even consider them commoners. To a select few, the Frey’s were urchins. That’s where the fear set in.

Even if professor Byleth saw something in Hannah and wanted her to join the class, that didn’t mean that Byleth’s students had to be happy about the decision. Those in the Blue Lions had always been kind to her, and she could see herself fitting in well with the students of the Golden Deer. So of all the classes to join, the Black Eagles were definitely on the bottom of the list. Well. Time to try and make new friends.

Hannah stepped into the Black Eagles classroom very cautiously. She glanced around at the other members of the house, doing a quick little check in her own head. A few of the people here looked very unapproachable, primarily the one she believed was Hubert. Linhardt seemed nice but looked like he wanted to be left alone, and Bernadetta probably wasn’t leaving because Hannah was standing in the doorway.

She took a few more seconds to glance around before her eyes landed on the orange haired individual in the room. She knew a little bit about this one, and was rather intrigued to get to know him a bit more. She also felt like maybe he’d be the last person who would want to talk to her based on the stark difference in their upbringing. She felt determined to become his friend, even if it would be way simpler than she though.

Giving herself a reassured nod, she approached Ferdinand and paused behind him.

“Um, excuse me. You’re Mr. von Aegir, right? I’m Hannah Frey.” She told him with a bright smile, sticking her hand out in hopes he would shake her hand.

[obsidiansong]

@costofwar​ said: ❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

“Making sure.”

In a world of idealistic knights and nobles, the idea of desecrating bodies was unthinkable. Honor and respect were as important as skill and pragmatism. And yet, as the new professor of the Black Eagles thrust her sword into the chest of one of the dead bandits that Byleth and her new students had cleared out of Zanado, she knew that the reality was far different.

“In the heat of battle, you can’t be sure every fallen enemy is truly dead. We were sent to wipe out the bandits here, and it would reflect poorly on us to let any escape through negligence.”

And, in a fit of perfect timing, Byleth’s thoroughness was clearly well-founded, as when she approached one of the fallen bandits, the “dead” body suddenly began to try to scramble away, having clearly heard the professor’s explanation of what she was doing. However, his movements were slow and clumsy, because, alive as he was, he was still injured, so it wasn’t too difficult for Byleth to simply pull the dagger off her thigh and throw it, hitting the injured bandit in the square of the back, sending him back to the ground. And, perhaps, one might be forgiven for thinking Byleth would simply retrieve her blade and leave it with that, but just like she had with the last corpse, Byleth sunk the steel of her sword into the newly-fallen bandit’s chest... and with one last gasp of pain, his life came to an end.

“See? Need to double-check.”

[armatization-a]

( @costofwar​ )

12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . (for Linhardt because I can finally send you soft things!!)

[ nonverbal prompts ; accepting ]

“Oh Ferdinand, must we?” Linhardt sighs at the outstretched hand. “You know I’m not much of a dancer.”

Yet he takes Ferdinand’s hand anyway. He had no intentions of attending the event, but he thought he should. It’s to mark the end of the war, even if the party is hardly the kind of thing they used to attend. That isn’t a bad thing. Goddess, no. It’s much less stuffy, much less boring. This is a little more jovial.

“If I step on your feet, do remember that you invited me to dance.” He puts a hand on Ferdinand’s shoulder. “Though if I do injure you, please do tell me. I’d be more than happy to take that as our cue to leave.” And yet he pulls himself closer to Ferdinand, a soft smile on his face.

He hates these events. For Ferdinand, he’ll make an exception - just this once. He does owe him, however.

[lyriccl]

Mun and Muse Questions | Accepting!

@costofwar​ asked: 18. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

The first part of this question ties in to a previously answered question. But I think the most important part about her is her ability to make people smile. There’s so little in this world that is good and being able to smile through it all is really an admirable trait.

To Emma, it would probably be the same. She prides herself on this ability and making people smile is one of her greatest joys in life, and I think that’s just wonderful.