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@exaltborne @fellcarnate
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#inkroot art#Dipping Inkwell . a r t#exaltborne#fellcarnate#fire emblem#chrom#robin#about 7 hours working time give or take lol#am tired#I was gonna let pickledile tag core but#they made me do it instead lol
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@fellcarnate replied to your post: :o
flops on husband.
#fellcarnate#[ im sorry but chrom coming out of nowhere ]#[ like a fucking STAG ]#[ chrom vc: this is my bitch ]#[ i called it ]#[ my robin ]#[ hands off ]
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[ kiss ] // @fellcarnate
His cheeks became flush. His pale complexion compromised by the rush of blood that suddenly rushed to the skin on his face. Linhardt didn’t receive physical affection very often, mostly because he fathomed no one would be interested in him in that way. Even platonic affection was out of the question for him. No matter how many times Caspar had tried to convince him that a ‘bro hug’ was warranted for every single victory. He cleared his throat, his voice somewhat cracking out of nervousness. His thin fingers fixed his overcoat. Maybe this was some form of intimate greeting from where Robin was from. “Thank you, though I would like some warning beforehand so I can prepare myself.” Linhardt didn’t want to be rude, it would only be proper to return this, if it was a greeting. He pressed his lips against Robin’s cheek, he had to bend a bit since he was indeed taller than Robin. His face was still flush, and he had a gentle smile on his face. It was still a bit awkward for him, but he was willing to embrace other cultures if it made those who came from those places comfortable. “I hope that was a satisfactory enough greeting for you.”
#tbt.#fellcarnate#i love how you sent me multiple messages and then i look at my asKBOX#this is gold#why do y'all keep making this boy have gay panic
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“i understand that you are a foreign royal, but i must wonder if all of the nobility from your homeland behave in such a manner...”
@fellcarnate // call
#▌♔ ❝ before you start a war‚ you better know what you’re fighting for ⟨ WHITE CLOUDS ⟩#fellcarnate#▌♔ ❝ in character#aaaaah it has been so long since i've played awakening#and... whoops‚ i never finished it... xD;;#but hopefully this works for you?
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SUN UNCHARACTERISTICALLY HOT ON CLAUDE'S SKIN , the monastery a freezing place on every other day - to him , at least . but summer had finally found garreg mach & he was determined to use every second before he forgot what warmth felt like . ❛❛ so , tell me something . ❜❜ & he was not the only creature drawn out by the warmth , it seemed . unfortunate for some when they happened to have caught his interest because he knew they were hiding something he was more than ready to dig up . ( TAKES A LIAR TO KNOW A LIAR . ) ❛❛ where did you say you come from ? ❜❜ / @fellcarnate liked
#( 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) : verse - academy phase#fellcarnate#/#helLO#i give you : pretty much nothing#but have it anyway
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“I want to know more about you.”
I want to know... || Accepting!
It feels so strange-- so wrong-- to stand before her own child and know that they cannot recall a single moment of all their years together. That his belief of her claims stems not from memories of being nurtured, but instead the hope that she is not lying to him. Naeva’s gaze shifts around the room, never really focusing on anything, before returning back to her son’s features, armed not with a real answer or long-winded story, but a response that would hopefully spark conversation.
“Of course, my darling, however...there is much to know about me,”
Both pleasant and reprehensible, the sage adds on silently, though she has never figured herself to be a wholly good person. At least this way, Robin can pick and choose what he wishes to know, and come to his own conclusions about whether or not Naeva speaks the truth. Her voice drops in volume slightly, and as brow furrow to form a light frown, she continues.
“I would not know where to begin. Is there something in particular you wish to hear about?”
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“ Hey Father? “ You tugged on the back of Robin’s sleeve, and ever so gently, your tongue had poked out. You were thinking. ( or at least trying to ) “ Would it be okay if I look up to you? Or, like, tried to be like you! You’re so cool, you know! Actually, I think I look up to you already, I mean, you’re so much taller than me, haha! “
#fellcarnate#x. when i am dead i wont join their ranks / in.#marcie may idolize her dad a liddle....as a treat.
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“ remember when you told me not to summon spirits ? “ light laughter follows your words . as if you knew what you did was wrong and are clearing a guilty conscience - and you were ! “ well , i kind of did anyway . whoops . “ / @fellcarnate .
#fellcarnate#oo1 . you’re alone - you’re on your own / in .#v1 . there’s method in my madness / awakening .
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“ what are you doing ? ” a tilt of the head, as corrin stands on their tiptoes to peer over robin’s shoulder. “ are you winning ? ”
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Here's one loving father to give his daughter a very happy birthday gift(s)!! Birthday kisses for his daughter, flowers for her, and of course a wrapped gift, probably more to come soon. "Happy birthday, Morgan!! There's cake in the kitchen, too. I made sure Freddy made it, so you know it's good."
-- @fellcarnate
“Father! That’s so much!”
She’s getting affection, flowers, and a gift? Truly, this had to be a trick of sorts, right?! It was like three gifts in one swoop! Yet, he didn’t seem to be in a joking mood, but rather a jovial one. And he seemed genuinely excited to shower Morgan in this amount of love. Even...Frederick is in on it? Morgan was sure the man hated her whole family...
Yet, he found it in himself to make her a cake? How...nice.
Everyone here was so nice. Even when Morgan found it in herself to cause nothing but chaos for the camp, they still chose to celebrate her. Her father especially made time to celebrate her. It was impossible for her to grasp, and in truth, it hurt. It made her eyes sting and her throat tighten up. Yet, she was strangely incredibly happy.
Was happiness supposed to hurt?
After the onslaught of affection and love from her father, all Morgan could do was just stand there dumbfounded. Eventually using a free hand to rub at her eyes. There’s the feeling of wanting to cry, but being unable. The motion still helps comfort her though.
“T-thank you, Father! Can we eat together, please?”
#fellcarnate#﴾ ♟: A parcel from the past: Asks ﴿#﴾ ♟: A stitch in time can save nine: Ylissean Adventures ﴿#Double whammy birthday 2k20
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“ Doesn’t it get hot in that coat? It looks... heavy, Robin. You sure you’re fine in it? “
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@fellcarnate: “ you make me happy. ” / more misc memes
his light interjection leaves whatever ramblings she went on to teeter off until they end up dropped entirely. it catches her off-guard, her mouth left agape before catching herself. a warm expression is melded onto her face. it’s soft, content. she smiles, a light tilt of her head to match. the book she carries ( with words that would pale in comparison to her father’s ) is set aside atop her lap for now. delicate hands bring its cover to a close. a distracted mind forgets about it even now.
“ just noticing now, are we ?? i’ve been trying my best !! ”
there’s a hint of laughter intertwined with her words, it makes her feel young. not that she’s terribly old, she just feels it. she sees it most in the weathered faces of friends she is supposed to recall but unable. the past she cannot remember is a heavy weight to bear, and yet in the most fleeting of moments she doesn’t even know it is there. that weight, that’s why she feels so old, but it’s gone for now. she’s gracious for it.
“ you make me happy too, even more than you are now i bet !! ”
she means that, regardless of if she makes it a competition or not. to know him is a relief, a spot of clarity amidst the fog. to meet him here and now is a dream. she has undoubtedly worn out that sentiment by now, but it still holds true. even in this very moment she can emanate nothing more than pride knowing her father is here beside her. simple the words may be, he proves himself to her even now. she couldn’t have said it better: he makes her happy.
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kisses his best friend cause he’s married to his best friend.
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“We’re wasting our time. This isn’t working.” // @fellcarnate // meme
“We’d spend less time on the subject if you weren’t so resistant, Robin.” His magical ability was certainly questionable -- he far exceeded the expectations of the magical abilities of a commoner. Not to mention, if Robin indeed did have a crest, it would help Linhardt understand the influence of crests outside of Fodlan.
Although as per always, Linhardt’s memory fails him. He didn’t quite remember where Robin was from or what he was doing here. Though with all the information Linhardt knew about Lysithea and Edelgard, it was either one of two possibilities. Either Robin was born with a rare genetic mutation, or he had two crests. Either possibility was wildly unlikely, but it only made him more curious. “Just answer the question -- were you subject to crest experiments or have a crest?”
#fellcarnate#【 Histories 】✦ Seasons of Change ;#linhardt said: stop being a bitch answer the question
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@fellcarnate : ❝Gah, just p-please stop…hugging too tight… C-can’t…breathe…❞
“ sorry ! ” you drop robin from your arms, face bright red with embarrassment. ( you often just strong you actually were. ) “ i just got ahead of myself. ”
awakening starters.
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IF YOU WERE A DEITY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE THE GOD OF?
Your Result: The Revenant.
At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage.
Yoinked from: @aeohn Tagging: @demaskuer @fogclearer @more-than-a-princess @fellcarnate @miscria @kiboumukou @outcaste @undesaeir @fcrgetme @electricea @justicebound @royaltywritten and anyone else who wants to do this. Say that I tagged you.
#[ we call them TRICKSTERS. HEADCANON ]#[ let's play a little bit of pool. DASH GAMES ]#long post: tw#I'm not crying; you're crying;;
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