#justicespeared

[clairatgarregmach]

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a non-mission board thread feat. justicespeared

[deathsdue]

♡ (deep breath) PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

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Danica, the morning star, and the ginger sister to her ginger brother

Also known as, when edgy meets peppy and devious happens

She'd be the Trickster class with a preference for swords. active and agile, it was always hard to keep this girl contained

she could use some of her brother's fear because Dani seems to think nothing will ever beat her ever. she gets a thrill out of everything and is always quick to react. her mother is the only one that can keep up with her high energy but

Danica, or Dani, also has a flair for the dramatic and probably spent too much time around uncle owain or something

Like her brother, she enjoyed listening to the stories of her parents as a kid and got real hyped over re-enacting said stories. it's not that she believes everything verbatim but she does enjoy the grandeur

and where her father has a predilection for masks and her mother for flowers, dani loves hats. the bigger the better, and with a feather is always best

[realmsprotector]

♡ teehee :3c

Cynthia! You had another son!

-Meet Alexandre ! Cynthia wanted a heroic name for him and Alexander was already taken, so they cheated.

-Once, as a kid, he asked his parents what weapons they used, both of course replied a lance! So he decided he'd be an axe wielder because there are too many lances in this household.

-He's a twink tho, so he has to train and practice a lot to be able to lift the axe he chose! Time to ask Aunty Lissa how she does it.

-The Geoffrey Genes were strong in that one too, but! He inherited Sumia's eyes! And his affinity with flower reading, not that he does it often, but when he's bored, it helps pass the time.

-What he didn't inherit from parents or grand parents, is his fear of anything with four legs. He will never be a cavalier, he will stay as a foot soldier, thank you very much. Ironically enough, pegasi ADORE him. They often chew on his hair while he's frozen in place.

-Hyperactive, he never stops. Never. Even Cynthia gets tired trying to follow, sometimes. But when he crashes? He crashes. Will always have a good 8 hours sleep and be back full force the day after!!

-Seriously, only horses and pegasi can stop him from running and jumping around non stop.

-He still doesn't know what he wants to do in life, but that's okay, he still has time! However he does like going on adventures and helping people, so, that's something to think about.

-He keeps a part of his hair longer (he prefers it short) for Cynthia to braid, he likes that little activity between mother and son, he even lets her put ribbons and stuff on said braid (but just the braid, leave the rest of his hair alone!) if she wants.

-Loves his parents dearly, would die for them!!!! (Please don't.)

[cutestrival]

Cynthia knocks on her door. "Heyyyy!! Do you wanna join the justice cabal? It'll be so cool and fun! You could finally be a hero instead of a supervillain!"

"The...?" But Selena's words fail her. Composing herself, thoughts spinning through her head, she only snorts,

"You've gotta be joking!" A pause. "Since YOU'RE asking me though, sure."

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @justicespeared asked:

[Spaghetti and Meatball ] "Huh? What the..." Cynthia looks down at the dish. "Who serves a dish with one lousy meatball!" She pokes at it with a fork distastefully. She's hungry! She doesn't want just one meatball. She turns to her companion. "Is your dish as lousy as mine?"

Though she was seldom one to complain, Corrin had been wondering the same. It takes a quick surveying of the other plates arranged on the serving table to realize that no, they are not the only ones in such a predicament.

"It would seem so..." Her brows pinch, fascinated. Never before has she seen such a modest serving. Though she is hardly too upset by it, the other seems to be. Corrin holds her plate out.

"Take mine, then! It's hardly much more, but it's better than one."

[dawnswhitestar]

[ Trip ]

"Woah, wait-!" It's like Cynthia's legs have become noodles and, somehow, she manages to kick Kamui's legs out from under him. Desperate, she tries to keep him upright, but ends up tumbling down with him. She lands heavily on top of him. She's going to die. This is how she dies.

"Sorry, I-" She scrambles to sit up. "This is embarrassing. I have no coordination and-" She practically throws her brooch at him. "Here, people are collecting these, right? So! Here!"

“Whoa-!”

As he hit the ground with a thud, he was stunned for a moment, a surprised expression on his face. How was he supposed to react to something like this? They were having a good time dancing, and then a moment later he got hit in the legs and now he’s on the floor.

It wasn’t until there was another thud of Cynthia going down with him, that his mind finally caught up. “Pfft.. ahahahahaha!” He couldn’t help but laugh. Not at Cynthia, but at himself and the situation. He was used to clumsy antics, but this was a new one.

“Haha.. don’t worry about it.” After the laughter died down, he spoke to reassure the girl. Standing back up, he handed her a feather off his brooch in return. “How about we try again? Would be a shame to cut the dance short, don’t you think?”

[amitieos]

[Pomegranate ]

Cynthia stares down at the bowl of... red dots. What is she supposed to do with these? Eat them one at a time? A mouthful of them? Nah, no way, she's not dealing with this. She turns to her companion. "Hey, how about we swap? You can get my black feather brooch and my, uh... this, for your brooch and whatever you're eating?"

"Oh, do you not like them? I've already eaten one of the buns but you're more than welcome to take the other two," Elincia hands her plate of sweet buns, eagerly anticipating the ruby red pomegranate seeds. Perhaps she could find some way to sneak these out of the ballroom. "My pegasus simply adores pomegranate seeds! He'll be ever so grateful."

"I'd be thrilled to swap trinkets," Elincia giggles lightly, taking the proffered feather in hand, "we have the same accessory, yet somehow this one feels far more precious than my own. Thank you."

[firelles]

[ Fireflies ]

Céline is gorgeous. Cynthia can't help but admire her in her green gown, her long flowing hair, the jewels in her hair-

Wait. Those aren't jewels. Cynthia squints, and she notices the 'jewels' are moving. They're caught in her hair. Uh oh. Cynthia approaches her very, veeeery slowly.

"Hey, don't move, but you have a thousand fireflies in your hair," Cynthia tells her with a grimace.

She has been enjoying observing the occasional firefly flutter past green hues, lighting her path with their everlasting glow. Céline finds herself lost in the moment; she knows not how long she has been watching.

That is hardly to say she wants them within her long blonde hair. And so many? How could she possibly not notice? Perhaps she has been too distracted by the luscious life her eyes have been glued upon. Regardless, her expression begins to widen.

Cynthia says not to move and Céline believes as much to be true, but her body reacts first. "Are you certain..?! That cannot be..!" It is too late. She raises a hand to hover atop her head, finding herself twirling in place far too long. If she were not so distracted, the pink tint atop her cheeks would yield embarrassment.

[verseandrhyme]

[ Wish ] - Have you ever wanted to wish upon a star, but never been lucky enough to witness the real thing? That’s too bad, because these magical stars streaking across the sky probably still don’t count, but they are gorgeous - and more than pretty enough to watch with a special someone else.

"Woah," Cynthia sighs up at the sky. It's gorgeous, really. She's never seen anything like this. It's an endless shower of stars, streaking across the stars. It takes a moment before she realises she's not alone. "Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to ignore you. Uh, here! Take my brooch as an apology!" She thrusts a black feather at Mitama.

"Oh no, please!" Mitama holds her hands, but the other student is already shoving a feather her way. "Do not feel the need to apologize, it is not as though I claim any ownership over the sky or stars."

Mitama herself had not exactly noticed the other student either until she had spoken up, in truth.

"If you are going to gift me yours, it is only fair I do so in turn." She pulls out her own brooch and its trail of pearls and offers it for her to take. "Really, I insist."

[verseandrhyme]

Now this is a proposition that catches Mitama's attention.

Attempting to divine the future is not a practice she is unfamiliar with. As many hundreds of years that people have been alive, there have been as many attempts to read what fate's fickle path has in store for people. Reading tea leaves. Reading palms. Tracking the stars. Rituals and prayers. Every way imaginable, people have attempted to find their footing in the plans that the gods prepared for them.

She has never heard of flower fortunes before. How self-assured the girl seems, smiling brightly and encouraging her to pry free her questions for fate. Such shining light reminds her of more familiar faces. Mitama raises a hand to her lips to hide the growing smile behind it.

"Tempting...though I find attempting to predict the turn of battle leaves one too prone to underestimating the will of their foes." Mock battles do not interest her, and there is no passion to stir her heart worth inquiring about at this time.

Mitama glances upwards to meet the other girl's eyes, then drops her gaze to the flowers. "Hmm...Let us start with a simple question, shall we? Just to give the flowers a chance to practice."

She crosses her arms, and though her expression remains politely amused, she is curious. "...might there be any chance of him staying close in the near future?"

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

( actions speak louder than words ; accepting )

It’s a warm, sunny day. There are flowers growing in all the grassy areas of Garreg Mach; wildflowers, most likely. Cynthia isn’t good at identifying flowers, but she does know which ones are the best ones for flower fortunes.

She was doing them by herself initially, but then some other students asked her for their fortunes. She can’t remember them all; there was an arrogant guy who wanted to know the results of his grades, a young woman who wanted to know if the girl she liked would like her back, and someone who just wanted to know where they’d placed their necklace. Well, Cynthia can’t help with the last one: that’s not what flower fortunes are for.

Another girl joins her. She has bright pink hair, and stars in her eyes. No, literally - stars! She’s seen eyes like those before actually: maybe it’s a race thing? Heck, there’s people here who can turn into all sorts of creatures, so it wouldn’t surprise Cynthia.

Right. Back on task.

“Hi!” she says. “Pick a flower, any flower, and we’ll get started. It’s more accurate if you pick, cause then the flower is calling to you for your fortune.” Is that true? Eh, it’s all for fun anyway. It’s what she told everyone else, too.

Cynthia takes the flower offered to her. “Ooh, good choice!” Plenty of petals, vibrant and full of life. It seems almost a shame to have picked it, but the petals left behind will all come in handy. “So, what would you like to know? I can tell you if your next mock battle will do well, or if that special someone will say yes if you ask them out.” An eyebrow wiggle follows those words - really sell it, Cynthia.

“It’s never steered me wrong. Every time I’ve done flower fortunes before a battle, I’ve come out of it totally fine.” She still does them now, as a sort of ritual. It gets her in the right mindset.

[deathsdue]

[ Cue the Music ] Cynthia slid up to him with a big grin on her face. "Sooooooo," she said, really drawing out the word. "It's a dance. We haven't danced yet." She felt a pang of giddiness in the pit of her stomach. She knew he didn't feel that way about her, and that was fine, but she could at least have this, right? "Just one dance? Please? I'll never ask again if you say yes!"

Gerome froze the second Cynthia slid up beside him. It had been a thought that this would happen, that she would ask, it was only inevitable given the setting.

Yet...if he danced with her, she would see how much of a fool he really was. He couldn't dance. All he had ever been good for was being a tool on the battlefield. At the same time, tonight was about being different. Being someone he wasn't. It was why he had allowed himself to be dressed like this.

So...this person he wanted to be...what would they say to Cynthia?

"...You could find a better dance partner than me."

Ah...not quite. This was harder than he thought.

[cutestrival]

[Coffee ] - More specifically, a mocha brewed with Almyran coffee beans and Dagdan chocolate and served with hot milk. A sweeter variation of the drink taking Fódlan by storm. 

"Hey! Hey, Selena!" Cynthia is clearly buzzing with untapped energy. On a good day, this is bad news. But she's holding a cup of coffee-chocolate-whatever, which is way worse. The sugar rush is about to hit. It's bad news for Selena. "Have you tried this stuff? It's so good. And you totally need a boost, cause you're always so frowny, so I got you a cup too!"

“Oh, Cynthia!” She looks down at the outstretched beverage. It swirls delightfully in her friend’s excited hand, and Selena catches a whiff of a pleasant chocolate smell. “Just what I needed. I’m starving.” Without even an ounce of gratitude in her voice, she takes the cup and downs a loud gulp. Immediately her body feels renewed. “Jeez this is good. Where did you get this?” Remembering her company, she quickly adds, “I mean, Jakob can make better. Not that you’d know him. Wait, while you’re here, do you want to exchange, um…?” Selena holds up her brooch decoration inquisitively.

[losojos-decupido]

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking. ; Cynthia took one look at Fogado and diagnosed him with Friend <3

fogado is used to being the instigator---not like it's an odd thing, after all. he's the big friendly friend who just wants everybody to get along! usually when he meets new people, he's the guy that gets all in their business. that's how friendships are made!

so he's a little surprised ( and has to suppress the urge to jump ) when someone he doesn't know runs up and links arms with him. like, woah! people don't usually do that to strangers! unless! they're SUPER FRIENDLY!!

everything is OK now, folks, y'all can go home. fogado is about to friend on this new friend the friendliest he's ever friended, and you can count on THAT. " woah! hi!! " he chirps, tightening up his own link as soon as he figures out that's what's happening. " nice to link you! name's fogado---you'll tell me yours, right? "

[wingboundwarrior]

It appears a group of monster hunters is visiting Garreg Mach, known for their unconventional use of glaives that utilize secondary automatons to control the battlefield. With dozens of heads on their walls, the group has invited those at the monastery to join them on a hunt. But, why is it that this creature seems to have a consciousness that rivals that of yours? And why is it pleading for you to help it? [Grants Lance +1]

“And they are... your allies?”

She’s talking, in a rather clipped, tentative tone, to a monster hunter, who is controlling a large creature, made of some sort of dried clay, staring at her with glittering, deep eyes, sparkling with some sort of magical energy she can’t understand. The problem is... it is in the shape of... well... of what a dragon would look like.

“We can control them entirely,” he responds. “They’re nothing more than tools, just like your lance. Think of it like a puppet. I move this glaive, and it responds. See?”

He demonstrates. Moving it to the right, then the left. The creature shuffles, but its eyes does not leave Fiora.

“I... see.” She feels unsettled by it all, for some reason. Perhaps because it is wearing the face of her once-adversary. There’s little time to talk, though... they should be looking for the monsters that these monster hunters are, well, here to hunt.

She looks to the side, and sees the person who came with her from the monastery, Cynthia, returning with the other group of hunters. They exchange greetings of “did you find anything?” “I think I got a trail”, while she rode closer to Cynthia on Huxley.

“You don’t think there’s anything strange about these... creations of theirs,” she mumbles, under their chatter, to her companion, “do you?” // @justicespeared

The Ancients

[pridelessdaydreamer]

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[raijintosworn]

CYAN'S MOST WANTED! (May edition)

Cynthia! @justicespeared

Oh deer oh deer, here we are again! With Cynthia as a Golden Deer, she can be used for any of the mission board tasks! But, here are the ones that interest me most (and her draft pile is bigger right now, so I'll focus more on Ryoma for this one!).

Non mission tasks!

We're the original Odd Couple!

So Cynthia may or may not have hidden so many petals from fortune telling and to save for her entrances that they've started rotting. No big deal. The bugs aren't a big deal either. Soooo she needs a place to crash! Please? She'll be the BEST roommate ever.

Going on a silly walk for my mental health

A great way to make new friends! pspspsps come outside with Cynthia

Ryoma @raijintosworn

As my newest addition, he has no threads. Too bad so sad </3 let's fix that by giving him new friends! I'm open to plots outside of the mission board too just hmu!

Mission

Cultural spirits

Kinda just want Ryoma to go to a festival and get a little silly with some spirits! Idk the title isn't strong but!! Get silly with Ryoma it'll be funny.

The price of living

Ryoma doesn't know why he's alive. The rumour of a cure saving lives will absolutely intrigue him, just to see if that's what saved him.

groans of increasing discomfort

He's gonna be pissed if he goes on the field trip to the roundtable meeting. Watch him make more and more annoyed comments under his breath like "I wouldn't have done that". Like he's still crown prince. You're not, Ryoma; you're some guy.

Non mission

Photographs

Idk this is a cute prompt! That's all. Open to anyone, but especially family. Or enemies. :3c.

And who could forget dear rat boy?

Missing students? As faculty, he must look into this. Help him squish rats! (Plus he could always use more sword.)

Take him outside please I am begging

I didn't have a good title for this either LMAO. Expeditions are fun!! Ryoma needs friends!! Please for the love of all that's holy.

I'm open to other plots (outside of mission boards), just hmu! I ask that you either DM me on Discord (vehicroids), IM me on whoever you want (like please don't ask for Cynthia on my Ryoma blog and vice versa), or @ me in the server! I look forward to hearing from you c: