#muse: dimitri

[curse-of-the-phoenix]

@dontneedmemories cont. from (X)

Even in the face of hatred in its purest form, from that he had once called a friend, Dimtri simply rolled his eyes at the harsh words with arms coming to cross his chest. "Pray tell, how could I indugle in 'rampage' if I believed myself to be the only one here?" He knew why Felix acted the way he did towards him, the things Dimitri had done to earn his and many other's ire, but was it so much to ask that he not create intentions for him? That in quiet moments such as these, he wasn't seeking to spill blood?

Or well, that wouldn't be true, now would it? He was always seeking such violence, but there were very specific heads he wanted on his wall, he just didn't know who they were yet. And when he did? Then Felix would earn the right to think of him as he wishes.

"I was simply attempting to better my swordsmenship. A few of the orphans here at the Monastery asked me to teach them, and while I am confident in my skill with a lance, I am rather lacking in sword-craft, as you can see." A weak smile and an even weaker attempt at a joke, Dimitri regretting such words the moment they came of of his mouth.

"How about I make it up to you, hm? You will gain a sparring partner, and I will hopefully better learn to wield a sword when forced to contend with your skill." It wasn't flattery, simply a fact; though this wasn't the battlefield, when it came to fighting someone superior than you, you either learned how to combat them or die.

[jonathancrane-scarecrows]

Monster Monday Spicyness if you want smutt let me know

[paragonofvirtue]

@x-whiskeylullaby-x

"Is there any particular reason why your sword has its blade in the shape of a key?"

[wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight]

It had been quiet for the past few days… Yuri would normally consider it eerie, if he wasn’t aware it was merely the calm before a storm. With a battle looming on the horizon and these days being crucial for the revitalization of their troops, his rest has ironically been discarded in favor of ensuring the others aren’t over-exerting themself. Soldiers are a stubborn sort; the type who flock to the cause even more-so. Sighing as he enters his living quarters, he stretches with a slight crack of his back ( and an unwitting groan ) , unsurprised to see Dimitri within. Neutral gaze veils a sharp eye and even sharper mind, Yuri taking note of how stress has yet to leave the prince’s form.

Silence, while a blessing for some, can come as a curse to others… With nowhere to place his underlying- energy, it’s no wonder Dimitri’s restlessness grows. He’ll have to handle that, lest it grow more difficult to control. The air is still thick with underlying tension, made worse by the circumstances. A bickerment such as theirs isn’t easily cast aside, Yuri’s stomach sour from the memory of Dimitri’s furious glare as the trickster’s gambit proved to be the winning hand. Dimitri always was as threatening as a toothless dog when it came to doing what is deemed necessary. Luckily for them all, since what the prince views as ❛ necessary ❜ is often foolish at best. If he had decided to act upon the bluff, to attack Yuri in a desperate attempt to force his hand… Well, no point in dwelling.

Yuri’s reputation as a formidable foe is intact… Now it’s time to regain his place as a reliable lover.

❝ Something on your mind, Your Highness? ❞ Yuri begins, breaching the silence with a practiced nonchalance. Averting his gaze from Dimitri in favor of undoing the lightweight but still uncomfortable— he’ll never grow accustomed to it, feeling far more capable even when his defenses are ❛ exposed ❜ —armor covering his form. There’s no need for it now. Especially when he wishes to showcase the familiar trappings covering his body, one of the Prince’s old shirts carefully kept through the years. The decision to help ease Dimitri’s tension was hardly a spur of the moment whim, preparation had to be done. - (( *shoves a pretty boi @ a feral one* )

@canon-fcdder

The prince's behavior had no doubt concerned many in the last handful of days, seeing as just when everything seemed to reach a relative normal, his and Yuri's bickering could be heard all across the makeshift camp. They weren't meant to be using it for as long as they had, but a change in intel meant they had to wait to enact their battle plans, which led to raised tensions across the board. All of what happened was a long time coming; the troops growing distrust in Dimitri, their questioning of Yuri's abilities, and then the blowout of a fight between the two leaders over what was the best course of action. A lecture from Felix, days of silence from Dimitri, it wasn't much of a surprise that he'd kept himself relagated to Yuri's quarters. Not a single person looked at him with something that wasn't displeasure or concern, and the sight of both on everyone's faces only had him feeling all the more guilty for having caused the rift in the first place. It was better he stay quiet for a while, let Yuri or anyone else seek him out should they need him, and to stay in one place to ensure they could find him if and when that time came.

Between the lack of daily movement, the looming battle on the horizon, and the tension thick in every direction, it was no wonder Dimitri was starting to reach the end of his patience around his self imposed exile. He was getting twitchy, with the old, traumatized feral part of his mind seeking a fight, something that was only to be found against the desire to fix what he'd damaged again to keep from making things worse. As antsy as he was, he wasn't sure just when it would become enough to set him into motion or what'd he'd even do when it did.

Luckily, it wasn't something he had to dwell on for long, with Yuri always seeming to have an uncanny ability to know what Dimitri needed even with the longstanding lack of contact.

Seated on the floor by what currently filled the role at their Yuri's bed, Dimitri visibly perked up at just the simple sight of the trickster, but he dared not make eyecontact afraid of what he might see. Turning his head, Yuri would no doubt notice how he was now in Dimitri's blind spot, a silent showing of trust where words could never hope to express the same. Listening to armor be discarded (with the prince's own scattered in pieces around the space, removed in the order they'd began to grow uncomforable now that he was in a state to feel such a thing), the tense posture never left his shoulders as a single word was given in answer: "You."

Simple as that, he had nothing else to say, afraid to even let slip that much with how much pain his thoughts had already caused. He did hazard a glance though, it being the familiar sight of a shirt he hadn't seen in years that gave him the courage to continue. "Always you."

[joyfulmagic]

😏 (Dmitri because I’m just obsessed with them)

@audaxbellator // I love them too

Dimitri is a power bottom

[curse-of-the-phoenix]

Though at first flinching at the touch to his shoulder, the prince found it shockingly easy to loosen his posture at the warm pressure it offered. Relaxing his muscles after who knows how long of holding them tightly allowed something in his neck to audibly pop, the sound bringing with it a near silent sigh of relief with the slight twitch of his head to the side as the pressure loosened in his head. He kept his hand pressed to his face, his fingers once against threaded through his hair with his palm the only thing holding his head up. “I know, I am simply…” Afraid to sleep? Yes, but also not quite. He just knew trying was typically futial and brought more distress than comfort. 

Another deep sigh as his hand pushed through his hair in its lifting futher up his forehead, the prince's bangs being pinned at wayward angles where it remanded half the threaded between his fingers. “I do not wish to strike you at all, not because of the harm it may bring. You are not my enemy, there is no need for you to be on the recieving end of such violence.” Nevermind that Sothis's precense would be warped into that of who was plauging his dream, nor that he wouldn't exactly be in control of his body until fully pulling himself from nightmare's grasp. “As for my dreams…” He normally did not share such things with anyone, even those he was close to so that he wouldn't sour a more than likely already horrible moment. But with Sothis, he found his words coming without a second thought. Perhaps because she was a Goddess? Speaking with her should be no different than a silent prayer meant for her, after all. 

“...Sometimes they are like yours. More often than not, I see the faces of my family and friends burning in the fires devoring the village around me, them screaming out for me to save them, belittling me for doing nothing but stand there are as people were slaughted around me. And loudest of all is my father's, calling out for me to seek vengeance against the ones behind this. Even after all these years, he calls for the blood of a foe I do not even know the face of…” He deluded himself into believing that if he found the one responsible, the voices would stop, but deep down he knew they would never leave him, no matter how many bodies he piled up in offer. “I can feel my skin burning at times, smell the charred flesh as it cindered off of people's blackened bones. Each night it is a different telling of the same horror I experienced in the Tragedy of Duscar…” He swallowed thickly after finishing the thought, the click in his throat audible with the hindered motion. “I…cannot remember the last I was able to sleep without such horrors. I fear never again will a night come where that day will leave me…”

“Hm..”

No, it will not pass but it could be eased, ever slightly. Nightmares comes and goes, pain will eventually subside, voices will quiet down at some point. All too well both knew of. She couldn’t disagree.

“Well. Sleep should help keep your horrors down,” Sothis started quietly. She watched him, emeralds glued to the moving hand then back to his face. She’s silent a few moments before she spoke again.

“Dimitri. Try to settle your mind before it forces its own settlement, which is far worse than not.” A hand reached out to the prince but it faltered momentarily, until it was placed upon his shoulder. “I only pester because I care.” She was nothing but caring, in most instances.

“Here. Wash the worry from your mind. I will not be harmed shall you chance a strike. My skin is fairly hard.” A small pause. “I do wonder what you dream about. Are they harsh as mine tend to be? Do you dream of a void full of nothing but screaming voices? Past terrors? Or are they sometimes.. calm.” A rarity in her case. She shook her head. “We can talk about them if you’d like,” she offered.

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

I am so glad that the kid spectrals have such normal and caring spirits who will definitely not physically endanger and/or cruelly betray them in the midst of their lives already being destroyed by cults, monsters, and interpersonal drama. It’s so cool and nice 👍

[legendsoffodlan]

Look, I love Edelgard as much as the next simp, but I want more of Byleth who does not forgive Edelgard.

I wanna read about Byleth who is fire-spittingly furious that Edelgard, someone they thought they could trust, is working with the people who murdered their father. In Golden Deer, Claude has to hold them back. In Blue Lions they're just as furious with Dimitri.

I want a Byleth who wants Edelgard dead. A Byleth who is new to emotion and has no idea how to process their grief and rage, and it all boils over like a frothing volcano.

As the player we know Edelgard is also a victim of TWSITD, but for the most part Byleth doesn't.

And even better if they still care about Edelgard! Imagine the drama, the pain, the fucked up dynamics! Byleth still cares deeply about Edelgard, even while they can never forgive and even hate her. A Byleth who wants to kill Edelgard, even as it tears them apart inside to do so.

[curse-of-the-phoenix]

As soon as he heard Felix's voice, even with the words somewhat garbled like his head was underwater, Dimitri's entire body relaxed like he wasn't still on a battlefield where nothing was certain. He was obedient for once, the prince's body slumping half into Felix's as his wounds were assessed. The lack of insults was what tipped him off that the gash didn't look good, and yet Dimitri tried to stand despite it. He was like a puppet on frayed strings, moving by Felix's words rather than of his own desires.

He stumbled as he stood, one arm held across his middle in an effort to staunch the bleeding with the other blindly reaching out for Felix's help to stay upright. His eyes may be foggy with pain, and...oh, he couldn't even see out of one of them. When did that happen? He couldn't remember taking a hit to the head, but with how everything spun with a stomach churning sway, it was likely a concussion could be added along with everything else. He was no doubt a sight, half his body stained with his own blood from head all the way down to his thigh. Even his hair wasn't spared, the once fair strands now more a strawberry blonde where they stuck to his forehead at odd angles.

He could hear yelling as the leg with the arrow gave out underneath him, Dimitri not even sure if they'd made it any further than where he'd first been struck, or really how much time had passed at all. Felix was yelling at him now, so that meant everything was fine, right? Surely, it was safe to pass out like his body begged him to, it feeling as if hands were rising up from beneath the earth to pull him down to it.

"You were right," Words slurred, the prince managed a smile despite it all, a lopsided thing that curved up as his body fell down. "I leave myself too open..."

continued from [x] @curse-of-the-phoenix

It happened before Felix fully registered what was going on. One moment, he had just slain one thief and was turning around, only to come face to face with another who'd tried to poorly sneak up on him. The next moment, he saw a flash of royal blue, and reeled back as a figure hit the ground right in front of him. No, that was—that was Dimitri. A storm of emotions rose in Felix's throat, threatening to choke him; he shoved back the tempest and went for it.

The thief who'd dared strike Dimitri fell, dead before he hit the ground, right as an arrow zinged by and found its target in the prince's side. "Damn you, boar—" Felix growled, pulling his blade from the corpse and stalking off, crimson dripping from the steel. And as he thrust his sword, running the archer through, he spared a thought—was this was Dimitri had felt that day Felix looked at him and saw a wild beast instead of a young man? Was this the blood-red rage that soaked his vision, turning every enemy he saw into a target that deserved revenge?

A glance around him told Felix that his allies had the rest of the battle handled, so he went back to Dimitri, dropping to a knee at his side. "I'm fine, boar, now stop drawing attention to yourself," Felix snapped. "Let me see..." Shit, that didn't look good. It wasn't pretty, but it seemed mendable—right? Felix's hand hovered over the wound for a moment, trembling, before he clenched his fist and swore under his breath. "Can you stand? You need to see Mercedes. Come on. You're not bleeding to death right now, you hear me? Not before..."

Not before I finally tell you all the things I've wanted to say.

Felix pushed the thought away and left it to gather dust in the attic of his mind. "Before I tell you how asinine that was," he said instead.

[curse-of-the-phoenix]

Open RP - Pre-War Dimitri

It was foolish of him to believe the voices had finally left him, the long period of silence only making their sudden return worse in the dark quiet of a sleepless night. He sat on his bed for hours, knees pulled to his chest and hands threaded through his hair as he cowered like a child, something the voices were all too willing to point out.

Seeing as sleep was more than likely not to return that night, Dimitri decided to take a walk around the Monastery. A long walk, with the prince occasionally muttering to himself as he tried to quiet his mind whenever the voices began in earnest again. Eventually, he ended up in the gardens, the soothing scent of the surrounding flowers quieting the voices enough for a moment of peace before they no doubt ramped up once growing sick of the sweetness.

He wasn't going to dwell on that, how this wouldn't last, that this reprieve was temporary, the prince seated silently on the ground with his back to the rough bark of a tree. It was likely anyone who saw him wouldn't recognize him at first, given how he was dressed down to a simple tunic and cotten pants, his boots being made of plain leather as opposed to his usual metal clad ones.

He assumed this was the reason he could feel eyes on him as time ticked on, the feeling crawling beneath his skin to make his shaking all the worse. "I can feel you staring." Voice rough, it lacked the usual life through the words, it yet another thing that might confuse the onlooker as to if it really was Dimitri they had come across. "I will not be moving, so if that is why you are here, I suggest you leave." He didn't even look towards the person, his head tipped back against the tree with eyes closed and his legs were half hugged to his chest. "Now."

[arylleth]

It's sad how sometimes we never speak to some people ever again. But we still remember them, their names will be one of the many things that never change, even if they decided to leave. Even if they decided to hurt you. And we have to know that they're actually just like us. They might still think about the people they didn't talk to again. They want to talk to someone before they go to sleep. It makes them realize how normal they are —— to be allowed to have the names of the people they missed like all normal people do. Sometimes we still remember them because we still have hope. We still think of them as the same. But people change, they do. And if they can't love us like the way they did the day before today, maybe it's time to move on, maybe it's time for you to put yourself first.

[paragonofvirtue]

@whenmirrorimagestalk continued from here

The Manakete giggles her ears twitch slightly as her tail swishes back and forth. "But y-you're very h-handsome."

"Well, I'm glad you think so. I really do appreciate the compliment. You're quite beautiful yourself." He said with a bright smile.

[paragonofvirtue]

"Now I do agree that I do need at least some help." He said as he let out a sigh and relaxed his posture. "I find myself in a situation beyond my understanding," Dimitri admitted, his voice carrying the weight of his recent experiences. "I am not familiar with this world, nor how I came to be here. If you possess knowledge that could aid me in comprehending this predicament, then I would welcome your assistance."

"Are you sure about that? People don't usually come to my office unless they require something. Because you looked like you needed one or at least some help." The woman replied with a shrug.

[edns]

5 years is a lot of time

[captivemuses]

"Yes, I know she's cute. Becuse we know I didn't marry her for her quiet mannerisms or lack of back talk after all." @imperises

[sunset-bridge]

you guys ever have like a blorbo song but its only like a specific version of that song that you associate to yout blorbo. not any other version just that one or its Wrong. could be the og, a cover, a live version, etc but it has to be That One or its actually not a blorbo song