#errantsqualls

[nobilismare]

@errantsqualls​ | x

forwin, concerned: "wait... did... did you not catch the one I just said-"

"You have already shared one? I must have not heard it. Can you repeat what you said?”

[armatization-a]

( @errantsqualls​​ ) liked for a starter! [ Bastille - Those Nights ]

“Aren’t we all just looking for a little bit of hope these days?”

Yes, but her brand of hope wasn’t hope. It was clinging to someone else, anyone else, who would make her feel something for the night. Something beyond the despair of war. Something beyond the soul crushing agony of being here. She wanted to go home more than anything, so instead, she held onto the closest person that felt like home.

“Ugh, just forget it. You wouldn’t get it.”

[starkete]

“ i was praying. ” the dark knight rises to her feet from her previous position of kneeling before the altar in abyss. “ do you wish to speak to me ? my work isn’t cheap, and i charge extra for those who make a nuisance of themselves. ”

@errantsqualls​ has approached the starlight monster.

[of-invisible-ties]

@errantsqualls​ II Starter Call

“You were a singer of Cyrkensia ...? In that case, you’ve my condolences.”

For once, Jakob wasn’t trying to annoy someone. He really did feel sorry for the poor bard. He saw firsthand how Cyrkensia was razed by the invisible Vallites. None, of course, would believe him if he spoke of them aloud, but he was among the few who knew the truth of that day’s tragedy. Perhaps, because he knew what caused the city to burn, he felt an extra pang of sympathy for one of its former residents. That, or he was in an especially generous mood today.

“I am sworn in service to my liege, of course, but, should you feel yourself in need of something, you may run the request by me. It’s but a pittance in comparison to what you’ve suffered, but it is all I can offer you.”

[lyriccl]

The Blue Lions had asked assistance of the Ashen Wolves in dispatching bandits. They seemed willing, albeit begrudgingly, to help out. The skirmish was simple enough, just some bandits with swords and axes that were barely taken care of, so it was easy to break through them and win for the most part. But it seemed at the end their trouble wasn’t over yet. One of the bandits wasn’t quite out of commission yet, and he carefully got to his feet, creeping over to one of the combatants of their group.

But it seemed no one else but Emma noticed his approach. The bandit readied his sword, beginning his charge at the Ashen Wolf. Her feet moved on their own, and before she knew it she was shoving the man out of the way and parried the sword with her own blade, the metallic clang resounding through the clearing.

All eyes were on her as she struck the bandit down, and she sheathed her sword. She let out a breathy sigh before turning to the man. “S-Sorry I pushed you! I just... I reacted without thinking!”

@errantsqualls​​

[talesofus]

( @errantsqualls​ ) ⋮   🎁 for any muse you feel works best for the song/lyric! [ accepting ]

( Doom Days - Bastille )

There were a bunch of things the church hid, for better or for worse. Linhardt was aware of the books hidden in Abyss (though he had been kicked out of the underground library plenty of times). That wasn’t going to stop him. There were some truths he simply needed to figure out, even if that meant getting his arm almost twisted off by the particularly angry leader of Abyss. Linhardt was just a little more tenacious than that.

The hidden library contained many secrets, though not all of them useful. Some of the books were of a racier nature, the kind not acceptable in a monastery. Linhardt had no interest in that, no.

“What is real and what is fake,” he said to himself. He sighed, before picking up one book. “Let’s pick the truth that we believe in, like a bad religion.” Certainly, Linhardt was a man of faith, but he wasn’t sure how much faith he had in the church itself. They weren’t thoughts he could express out loud, not to another human being.

Now to hope no one caught him sneaking down in Abyss again.

[darkflyers-a]

“ f-forwin . . . ” a gloved hand grips the bards arm, whilst a dark look flashes across andromeda’s face. “ c-can you pass a message a-along to yuri ? it’s kind of i-important. ”

@errantsqualls​’ starter call.

[aetherkissed]

“ ha ! ” ekkehard strikes the training dummy with finishing blow- elegant in the way that only the ( remaining ) eldest imperial prince could preform and master. they pause mid strike, turning to look at the person who had entered the training grounds. “ greetings, forwin ! did someone send for me ? ”

@errantsqualls​​, and the lord of the training grounds.

[nobilismare]

I don't mind sharing a few more church puns! But if you're asking me to share them all, then I'll have nun left! (this is what happens when you like his jokes)

"Do not worry, Forwin. I will not be greedy and ask for one or two puns instead. Tell me what you have. I am rather curious."

[armatization-a]

( @errantsqualls ) !!  “S-Sakamoto!” Alas, it was already too late! Try as the foreigner might to hide it, the class delinquent already caught sight of the stolen calling card among his books. It was one he pilfered before it and its many copies would be taken down and confiscated by academy staff, given who exactly they were calling out early in the day – Kamoshida had been in a foul mood ever since. Forwin could only hope Ryuji would be reasonable about his harbouring a copy. “… please don’t tell the teachers-?” [ unprompted; always open ]

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Hoooooly shit.

Was this for real? Was this really happening? It didn’t feel real. Those red little cards everywhere: that he’d placed, that he’d written, that he’d-

Oh crap, if he kept going, he might’ve passed out from sheer excitement. They were the real deal. They were out here pissing Kamoshida off! That was what it was all about. Okay, it was about more than that: it was about changing his heart. Pshh, whatever. Not important.

What was important was finding the foreign kid - wasn’t his first name Foreign? Whatever - picking one of the calling cards like a flower from a garden. He looked just about as guilty as if he had. And yet, despite poor what’s-his-name’s horror, Ryuji couldn’t help but grin.

Morgana told him not to tell anyone. Rule number one with Ryuji: there were no rules.

He threw an arm around the kid, his grin unfaltering. “So, whaddya think? Pretty badass, right? Whoever wrote that must be the coolest guy in the whole school.” Oh, he thought he was so smooth. “You know, a badass. A rebel. A guy who plays by his own rules.” He used his free hand to thump against his chest.

“A guy like me.”

If the others saw him, he’d be dead. Thankfully, they didn’t.

[victoryconviction]

“ hey, new blood ! ” scarlet’s finger finds itself pointed at the latest person to get swept up into the joint royal army. “ we need a couple of hands to help catch dinner- so ! do you have any chores to be doin’, or are you just twiddlin’ yer thumbs ? ”

@errantsqualls​ forwin and the lady in charge.

[talesofus]

( @errantsqualls ) ⋮ { tomodachi life, for Yuri! } ❝ I’ve been practicing my music when I’m alone. ❞ [ accepting ]

Was there truly such a thing as alone in this hell hole? It felt redundant to ask; Yuri understood that meant ‘alone enough’. Could one even practice music down in Abyss? The acoustics were bad; unless Forwin was practicing above ground, but that was a little conspicuous. Though, come to think of it, that would explain why Yuri swore he had heard music at times. Was Forwin embarrassed by his own music?

Yuri could offer pointers, but he didn’t want to. Music was not something he wanted to delve back into. No, thanks.

Still, this was a perfect opportunity to get to know the other man better. As a resident of Abyss, Yuri should make the effort. He always did like a good mystery. “Yeah?” he asked, sitting a hand on his hip. “What do you play? I can’t imagine you can get good sound down here.” Yuri should know, there have been a couple of times when he had sung to sick children to help them feel better.

[constellaris-a]

⤪ @errantsqualls​​ ⊳ cuddles~! ⊳ accepting ⤨

---  (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) for Camilla!

   ⊳ can be reblogged/continued

A giggle sounded from the princess as she all too gladly settled herself in her beloved husband’s embrace,  arms coming to rest about his shoulders in turn,  an almost cheeky smile on her face as lips pressed a kiss against the tip of Forwin’s nose.

--- “ Long day ,  my dearest ?  You look positively exhausted .  Come ,  relax ,  let’s take some time to unwind ~ ”

[magicaes]

“The cards said I would meet someone new today, but I never thought it would be a Nohrian! You don’t look like the battling type, though.” Orochi grinned her fox like smile as she eyed the stranger up and down. When she couldn’t find someone to pick herbs for her, she would venture a ways out the capital to find rare plants. “But then again neither do I,” Orochi laughed. “You might want to clear out within a day or so. A little mouse told me that a battle might occur here. Those Faceless creatures are ruthless, but Lord Takumi’s bow is worse.”

OROCHI || @errantsqualls​

[nobilismare]

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. SING US A SOOOONG, YOU'RE THE PIANO MAAAAAAN~

Some one word prompts | accepting

If there was one thing Ferdinand enjoyed, it was singing. Whether he had an angelic voice or not, he sang with confidence and no one could stop him. Therefore he was overjoyed to join Forwin to sing a duet together, no matter what anyone else said. There wasn’t a single student who could ruin his good mood in that moment.

♫ Sing us a song tonight, Well we're all in the mood for a melody, And you've got us feelin' alright ♫

His bright smile never left his face and he couldn’t even see the reaction of some of his classmates. It was unfortunate that the song ended all too soon. If it were up to him, he could sing all day.

“I appreciate your enthousiasm, Forwin. You have a nice voice. I wish more people could enjoy the beauty of singing and let themselves go in the moment.“ 

[armatization-a]

( @errantsqualls​ ) liked for a starter [ accepting ]

I buried my heart in a hole in the ground.

Byleth stared down at the grave, as he had done for the past couple of days. He knew he should have pulled himself together, but he couldn’t. It hadn’t been long at all since Jeralt had passed away. What was he supposed to do now? He had never cried before, but now it felt like he couldn’t stop.

There lies Jeralt Eisner. The thought was almost too much to bear.

He heard footsteps from behind him, and quickly he composed himself. Subtly, he wiped his eyes, but he knew that would be fruitless. The bad part about having never cried before was that he had no idea how to hide it. He glanced behind, and was glad to find it wasn’t a student. Or rather, not quite a student.

“Forwin.” He looked back at his father’s grave. “What is it?”

Good grief, he felt pathetic. At least Sothis had the decency not to make fun of him. That fact didn’t make him feel much better.