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Elincia hobbles over to the benches, a hand held to her bruised ribs.

"Rennac? I'm terribly sorry." Her tone is apologetic and she bows her head. "I've let you and the team down. I... I promise I'll try my best and do better next round!" She straightened up, perhaps a little too quickly.

"Ouch! I'll give you my all after a quick visit to the infirmary. Go crabs!"

It was a miscalculation on Rennac’s end. The enticement of violence on the rink was meant to dwindle the number of Ryoma’s team, not his. A gaggle of pipsqueaks make numbers on both teams, each one that could spare a broken bone or two. What the knight does not expect, of all possibilities, is for Queen Elincia to be met with the short end of the stick.

“Queen Elincia!” He calls and returns the bow, a common courtesy from someone of his station. “The team has yet to be let down, nevertheless by you. You’ve won us our first point, Your Highness, a spectacle of its own right.” He winces, too, as he watches her straighten herself. “Please, take it easy. You’ve got the remainder of the game to impress. Though, it’s not as if you haven’t already.” Flirtatious implications aside, Rennac supposes there’s no harm in mimicking her enthusiasm and raises a fist in cheer.

                  “Go crabs!”

#// SHOOT ALL YOUR SHOTS NO MATTER HOW SUBTLE. #// BUT PLEASE MISS LINCIE TAKE IT EASY 😫 THAT INJURY #amicitium #╰ ✰ ✧ ˖ the mountains of garreg mach are…? ┊ sports club . #hockeyarc2021 #toafleetingsnow2021

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She skates past him slowly, gliding with what little momentum she has. Her eyes remain boldly in contact with his the entire time. "I hope you know how best to sleep with both eyes open." She comments as she slides past him.

Threat? Observation? Casual question? Perhaps.

Oh, it’s the slacker. Rennac shoots his own disdainful look as she drags by, a battle of audacity as he holds his ground. “Is that so?” He responds back with his own uppish grin, a show of how little he takes this girl. 

“I’d hope you show in the effort, if you’re so bold enough to threaten. Perhaps then, I’ll consider your words. So, crawl along, little slug.” He waves her away, “If you pray hard enough, maybe you’ll reach my quarters by tomorrow’s nightfall!”

#// RENNAC: LMAOOOO BET. GO ON SLUG. #// rennac vc: too much effort to skate at full speed? 😫 #verseandrhyme #toafleetingsnow2021 #hockeyarc2021 #╰ ✰ ✧ ˖ the mountains of garreg mach are…? ┊ sports club .

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An ungodly noise leaves Rennac, unknown if it were from how the queen addressed him or because of the fluffy fiend in her hold. “--Lord..?!” He squeaks, just as his gaze tears away from the twitching beast in Elincia’s hands. His eyes hurriedly flicker ‘round the premise, afraid to know if anyone had heard her wrongful address.  “I’m afraid that I’m no lord, Your Majesty. It’s Sir Rennac, if you must.” He corrects with hesitancy, then looks back to the feisty squirrel.

“Anyway, he’s a comely lad indeed.” Ignoring the bloodlust in the squirrel’s eyes, that is. Will he be struck with sickness, if he were to pet this miniature beast?  “But it’d be a shame to his charm if I were to mess his fur by petting him. So, how about we gently put him back on the ground, hm? He’ll look his best within nature.”

The game cames to a standstill with no puck, but there was a lot of commotion over by the trees. Skating across the ice, Elincia was sure she just saw her teammate Edelgard climb up a tree at breakneck speed. Wow.

Clearly impressed, she moved closer as Priam and the imperial princess wrestled with a rather cheeky little rodent. Absolutely adorable! They did need the puck back but she couldn’t help but silently cheer on the little critter. 

Bertie, do your best!

There’s quite for a moment as Edelgard pries the puck back and the game can begin again. Except… oh no, Bertie chose violence

“I’ll strike you down!” Edelgard it seemed had also chose violence and the poor squirrel was flung away several feet into the snow. The poor little dear! How tragic.

She left the ice rink and sprinted over to the mound of snow that darling Bertie was stuck in face up. With gentle hands, she reached out and took hold of him, pulling him out of the snow. It didn’t look like he’d hurt anything, besides his bruised, squirrely prize but she resolves to bring him to Rhys anyway, just to be on the safe side.

Elincia bundles him up in her sleeves, hoping to warm the chilly little rascal. Oh, he really is the cutest thing. Maybe they can commission him a tiny little cheer outfit? She skates back to her team, snuggling little Bertie to her chest.

“Lord Rennac, sir? I think we’ve found the perfect mascot!” Her voice carries across the makeshift hockey rink. “Guys look, isn’t Bertie such a handsom little man? Pet him on the head for good luck!”

#amicitium #// renn.ac vc: dealing with l'ara has taught me how to gently decline a royal's offer #toafleetingsnow2021 #╰ ✰ ✧ ˖ the mountains of garreg mach are…? ┊ sports club . #hockeyarc2021

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Adrenaline crawls towards its peak at the lake, laced with hollers and cheer as two teams duke it out. Rennac finds himself swallowed in the commotion, his mulberry gaze concentrated on the lustrous medallion. It zips across the ice, ricocheting between elongated sticks, its overall trajectory unknown.

The puck skids to a clear opening, shimmering brilliantly beneath the morning sun. Two figures surge towards it: Queen Elincia, a magnificent beauty, and then… Ewan, the brat. Rennac narrows his eyes and finds his breath caught in his throat as they near the puck, sticks at the ready.

They reach forth...          ...  and the shot is scored!

“WOO!” Rennac cries out in triumph as Elincia scores! He gives forth a round of applause, the noise sharp and echoing. “Bring it home, QUEEN! Give ‘em what they deserve!” Especially that brat Ewan, who tested Rennac’s patience days ago at Lake Navar. The thief laughs, then turns  his head towards Ryoma’s direction. 

“You see that, King Ryoma?” He taunts. “That medallion’s going to be mine!” 

(mentioned: @raijima) 

#╰ ✰ ✧ ˖ the mountains of garreg mach are…? ┊ sports club . #hockeyarc2021 #/ dash commentary tbt. #toafleetingsnow2021

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no pansies allowed

LEAVE YOUR WHINING AT THE DOOR. IT’S LEG DAY AND IT’S TIME TO GET R-R-R-R-RIPPED! because if i’ve said it once, i’ll say it a thousand times more—we’ve been playing nice for too long. ( lilly, you’ve been back for literally one day. ) but anyway, me, chanel & jae are pitching what we are calling FIRE EMBLEM: THE SPORTS ANIME. what we’re proposing is two rival sports clubs, helmed by rennac and ryoma respectively. because rennac likes betting money on the competence of his students and ryoma is ryoma but other faculty are obviously welcome to participate. essentially, this is what’s happening:

the sporting events will be randomized and i mean this very literally because we will not be planning even in the slightest ahead of time what sport we’ll be playing that day. it’ll run a lot like piemageddon or waterwall, which effectively means that any “game day” is going to be within a 12-hour timeframe on one day whenever we’re able to have them. 

odds are likely these will be between toa’s actual events as to not distract from them, lmao. plus, we’ll all be busy crying anyways.

you don’t actually have to sign up for either teams, but they’re mostly there as a background to interact. this is more to give a baseline for people to interact if their muses don’t already have a reason to or create some backstory!

for muses that wouldn’t normally participate, you can probably finesse it as like detention or their grades sucked and so now they’re forced to participate uwuwuwu.

we don’t have an actual mini-event day planned yet. we’re mostly just organizing the teams, but we wanted to pitch a common ground that isn’t necessarily tied to the mission boards, houses or events to use as a launching point of interaction. we’ll have an open sign-up sheet that you can add your muses to here. on actual game day events, we’ll have actual sign-ups that you’ll be asked to hit one of us up to jump on. that’ll be open to everyone ( not just people involved in the sports club plot ).

if you have any questions, ask any of us.

( the mountains of hakone are the steepest in the world. )

#tbt. #( will assign any more to a team l8ter )

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🥂 For just a few minutes, Rhys wanted to really be on vacation. No students, no worries, just quiet with a glass of wine. He leaned back in a chair with a sigh, swirling around sweet white wine in a small glass. He took a sip and raised his eyebrows, noticing he had company.

“Oh, are you a new member of the knights?”

FLEETING SNOW INBOX. / accepting 

A winter escape in the first week of the job? Now, that’s what Rennac would call a marvelous entrance! Excusing the frosty weather he was bombarded with upon arrival, it takes little to no time for the rogue to cozy up in his new surroundings. This was a taste of the luxurious life that he had so awfully missed… and for the fraction of the labor he had to endure for it!

This was paradise. An Elysian fantasy that he could only once dream of. Rennac reclines back against a velvet loveseat, wine glass held nonchalantly in one hand. This occasion felt so perfect, in fact, that the rogue felt a minor sense of unease. What was the catch here? He ponders for a moment, speculating if there was a secret terror among the student body or perhaps some ugly secret inscribed within the church’s ranks. Whatever it is, Rennac thinks, it doesn’t matter to him as long as it stays out of his sight!

(“Oh, are you a new member of the knights?”)

A gentle voice causes Rennac to perk up. He sees a man of similar age and soft features, undoubtedly a member of faculty. Rennac straightens himself up with pride and poise, “Yes, indeed I am. The name’s Rennac, Magvel’s greatest swordsman.” Thief, technically, and Rennac would wear that title with honor if it weren’t for the social status that surrounds his new title of a knight.

“And you are?” The brunet shoots his companion a look, surveying his attire, “Some sort of clergyman, I presume?” Probably doesn’t have a good sum of money, not with the purity written all over his features. 

#// ren.nac vc: damn this bitch looks genuine. means he must not have a lotta money. #toafleetingsnow2021 #prhyst

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ASK MEMES

Use these to easily jumpstart interactions, but remember to meme supportively and have fun! [ Fleeting Snow info post ]

send 🎣 to grab a fishing rod from the storehouse and try your hand at ice fishing with my muse

send 👀 to accidentally catch my muse changing clothes

send 🏃 to go for a hike in the mountains with my muse

send 😅 to find my muse in the sauna

send 🌌 to search for the aurora with my muse

send 🏊‍♂️ to ignore the warnings around the lake with my muse

send ☕️ to have tea break with my muse

send 🥂 to join my muse in the Wine Room

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send 🎹 for my muse to catch yours playing an instrument

send 🌡 for my muse to help yours recover from a cold

send 🏹 to go hunting in the forest with my muse

Or make up your own!

#mobile. #/ LETS GOOOOO

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I somehow forgot to post this Rennac I drew for a thing on Twitter a while back. Despite not being very popular, this dude is one of my favorite characters from Sacred Stones. I enjoy his snarkiness. 

(Sorry for the lack of art lately btw. I’ve been super busy working on zine stuff.)

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― TO NEW BEGINNINGS.

Below this page break is an archive of the previous muse who occupied this blog. 

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* ✶ REMINISCENCE IN GOLD.

@irroche / flying. 

at first, he swore it was a faint trick of the eye. canary yellow and concord purple are the whispered remains of a childhood forgotten, in a similar fashion as the bruises that no longer litter across tanned knees or the milk teeth that had fallen one by one and signalled the coming of adolescence. the end of their companionship was dictated when land fell to sea, when the glitz and glamour of nobility crumbled ‘neath the devastating call of war. constance von nuvelle became a name that was no longer attached to the face of a beloved friend but an idea, an idyllic period of life nestled in the temporary sanctum of childhood.

they were as thick as thieves once. inseparable.

when they were children, it did not matter who belonged to higher nobility or who originated from a lesser house. status was fictitious to youth enamoured by the allure of grand ballrooms and crystalline chandeliers, innocent spirits yet to understand their place to the world at large. admittedly, ferdinand remembers: the echoes of their laughter and the cheers that surrounded them as they twirled at center stage, the applause that showered down upon them and her smile that sparkled brighter than the fluorescent lights of the banquet. they were naive in those halcyon days, blissfully unaware of how transient peace was. infinity was defined in the layers of taffeta that she would wear, of how many times they would spin in the hall, of how much they could laugh until their cheeks would grow sore and their feet tired. even when they would inevitably depart back to their respective houses, the mundanity of politics overshadowed itself with the lingering anticipation of when they would be able to meet again under shimmering chandeliers and their wardrobe’s best. days were secretly counted by the beat of his heart and the constant wonder of what antics they would be able to pull in the grand hall next and if constance, too, waited eagerly for him.

however, at the end of the day, status mattered. it would be too late by the time both of them would realize it. and, for them, that was it.

ferdinand was not someone to be overtaken by sentiment. he does not reminisce for he comes to learn that his position does not allow for it. always moving forward becomes his motto, head forever focused upon the future. when she falls, he does not halt. he goes onward, he keeps his head high, he tells himself: that was the end for her. it’s easier to believe that constance had perished with her house that day than to lead himself to believe that she remained alive, even if there were rumors of a nuvelle that survived. admittedly, there were times where he would reflect, times of which his heart turns back to his paradisal childhood and he thinks of her. times to where he would ponder what constance would be doing now, if she were well, if society would still accept her even if she were a fallen noble. times where he wished he could write to her again or times where he wished they could see each other in those noble parties once more and share a dance. there, at least, they would know it would be their last.

fate is strange. fate is a fickle concept, always changing in the face of grand opportune. fate plays its hand again and initiates the impossible. for ferdinand, fate changes its course one spring afternoon. the day is mundane, eventful as any day is at the officer’s academy. it’s his turn to lend aid to the baby pegasi at the stalls, something that is admittedly the aegir heir’s joy even as he attempts to tame a rowdy foal. in a series of unfortunate event, it manages to drag him some distance until ferdinand latches onto a gate to steady himself. his footing slips and he stumbles into a person. they fall over and ferdinand immediately lifts himself up, gloved digits carding back wavy locks. he’s ready to issue an apology until he realizes who he’s above and finds himself rendered inaudible.

“constance,” he says, quietly. he blinks, then blinks again. she is not a figment of his imagination or, worse, a phantom. he stares until a smile cracks onto his lips, “constance von nuvelle!”  a wave of enthrallment washes over him and his grin grows, “my, what a chance encounter this is!”

#irroche #( SORRY THIS IS ALL RAMBLING. ) #( k-drama music playing in the bg ) #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ THREAD ⧼ reminiscence in gold. ⧽ #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ SEASON ⧼ anniversary ⧽

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ferdinand can admit with confidence, there are but few scenarios that can render him absolutely speechless. though born with a golden spoon in his mouth and never gone even a day beyond the spoils ensured by his status of nobility,  gone are the days of his immature mien. steadfast in his ideals, the desire to be a paragon even among social elites has long beaten the impulsivity of the aegir heir’s emotions, the young elite never once venturning past expression beyond a haughty smirk or a dispirited scowl once he had gone beyond the enlightening age of fourteen. in his time, though still awfully young, there has never been once a situation that called for ferdinand to gawk, no matter how ludicrous the mannerisms of common folk could be. dare the aegir boy declare, no longer the rambunctious and feisty-spirited child he had been years ago, he had rendered any possibility of displaying foul mannerism impossible with the dawn of his maturity.

or, so he had thought.

professor byleth unveils the present that ferdinand had gifted him and the adrestian student had watched with pride, desperately awaiting for a show of gratitude or acknowledgement from a professor that wasn’t even assigned to his house. now, ferdinand does not know the circumstances of the professor’s poor hygiene, but he had heard that the man had been born and raised a mercenary. he had assumed that the older man had not been taught basic hygiene, nevertheless etiquette when it comes to roaming among nobles, but that’s exactly why the aegir boy had been here to help! giving another quiet gasp for air (oh, ferdinand thanks the goddess for the duration he could hold his breath!), ferdinand awaits a cue (or, in this case, a thanks) before he could shower byleth in hygiene tips and contribute to the efforts of-- well, making the professor more than what he is currently. wide amber eyes stare as the professor lifts his gift….

     ….and takes a bite out of it. it doesn’t stop there.

professor byleth chews and swallows, nonchalantly. ferdinand is given the belated ‘thank you’ that he had been vying for, but at what cost? years of training his emotions is pathetically tossed out the window as the aegir heir stands there dumbly, quite literally, with his mouth agape. he stares, eyes wide like saucers as the professor turns and resumes his task at the blackboard. ferdinand does not move. he waits-- he waits for a punchline, an expression of playfulness, a joke-- he waits for anything to give him a sign that the professor had been kidding.

it never comes.

ferdinand refuses to believe that byleth had been serious with his display. no-- he profusely denies the possibility that someone could be that socially inept, that someone could have been so deprived of mannerisms that even a child could understand! the professor must have been playing, he must! ...right? the odor that drifts from other says otherwise, but no! ferdinand refuses to be so foolish to think that this… this adult before him doesn’t know what a bar of soap is! incredulity summons a forced laugh from the aegir heir, booming, as one hand comes down to harshly slap his knee.

“oh, professor, you are quite the hoot! with your history as a mercenary, i had admittedly almost been fooled, but i know better than to judge an individual by their origins!” he gives a howl of laughter again, though his gut hurts for entirely wrong reasons, “alas, you will have to try harder to fool the legitimate heir of house aegir.” a pause. “though… tell me, you do know what it is though, don’t you?” his last words are hardened as ferdinand desperately looks at byleth for confirmation.

the key to succeed.

@proudaegir:

“professor!” his voice rings throughout the empty classroom, determined amber locks onto its target as ferdinand walks forth. as the adrestian elite comes forth, he sucks his breath in with a noticeable inhale and juts his arm out. “a belated birthday gift from yours truly! i advise you to use it well, for it will greatly bolster your teaching endeavors.” his tone wavers at the end of his proclamation, corners of his lips twitching as his breath gradually dwindles. within the parcel is a pack of four soap bars, heavily scented in honeysuckle labelled ‘fantabulosa’. 

♢ ` —       head snaps up reflexively at the sound of ’ PROFESSOR ’ and briefly byleth wonders when it was that responding to that became second nature. it’s strange —————— not being called their name. or being called the ’ ASHEN DEMON ’ for that matter, though he can’t say he particularly minds that. navy follows the student that makes his way over to his desk, byleth blinking slowly as he combs through his memory to try and place a face to the name. ( instead, the only thing that surfaces is the sight of one gelatinous-looking creature and an endless sea. )

      but before byleth can say hello, the student continues explaining.

      a birthday gift? he takes the package in his hands.

      he wonders. byleth never celebrated birthdays. they never really managed to keep track of the days while traveling. celebrations came and went with the days. he wonders how his students knew. this wasn’t the first gift he’d received for it, though he was sure that the last would have been given earlier. still, he thinks as his eyes flick upward to an expecting student ———— it’d be rude if he gave it back. setting the parcel down onto the desk, byleth carefully unwraps its contents to reveal colorful bars. they smelled floral. he pauses as he lifts a bar to eye-level, thumb sweeping over the carved lettering and then ————————

      —————— cautiously takes a bite.

      byleth chews slowly as he gently sets the waxy treat back on top of the others. it was kind of him to bring a dessert, but byleth couldn’t say that he liked it. but, he neither liked or disliked things. so, he supposes all he should say is — “ah, thank you, strange boy” — before he turns away to finish cleaning the blackboard.

#elysieth #( ferdie vc: SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW PROFESSOR.... PLEASE. ) #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ THREAD ⧼ the key to succeed. ⧽

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* ✶ CHOPPING BLOCK.

@seirsvelgr /  axe.

in between walls of limestone and ancient history, a promise of a new future awaits. ferdinand feels it down to the hollow of his bones, the exhilaration of starting anew. spring blossoms signal the coming of a new year, hydrangea petals drift listlessly through the lazy breeze in the scenery of what has now become his new, temporary home: garreg mach monastery. roughly a third of its incoming population has arrived, new life slowly trickles into old walls as students mark their arrival into the academy. carriages of nobles and commoners alike mark the countdown to the academy’s beginning, faceless titles of future elites abroad become illustrated as the aegir boy familiarizes himself with his surroundings.

perhaps arriving a week early as a bit much, but a true noble never falls close on deadline. that fact proves true as ferdinand takes a glance to his left and gazes upon no one else but the empire’s greatest pride: edelgard. before the two of them stand a knight of seiros and two axes, a mild apology is issued as the man explains the academy’s latest predicament. apparently, faculty were short-handed and made a poor prediction of when the incoming batch of students would make their arrival. supplies are yet to be completed and the halls fully polished, a surge of last-minute attendees means that the academy needs to make adjustments to its equipment to accommodate. ferdinand’s nose crinkles lightly, a criticism of the monastery’s poor foresight teeters upon the edge of his tongue and forcibly swallowed down, if only not to make a pitiful impression. the academy must be desperate if they had taken the initiative to beg adrestia’s future leadership for assistance immediately after arrival--

or maybe it’s not that simple.

perhaps they’re evaluating the ambicality of each nation’s leaders and making comparisons. as every noble is aware, first impressions carry a great weight.

such is how ferdinand wings both himself and edelgard into becoming the monastery’s assistants for a day, as he speaks acceptance on behalf of both of them. they are stationed in the courtyard right outside of the academy’s main lecture halls, axes in hand as they make work of spare logs. ferdinand wipes sweat from his brow as he halts momentarily, gloved fingers stretching to ward off the beginning of sores. he inhales, then steals another glance to the side to evaluate his opponent-- edelgard’s-- wood pile and laughter bellows.

“haha! it seems as though the new year has made you sluggish.” hand on his hip, he tilts his head up in pride as he gestures to his sum, “behold, edelgard! twenty chopped and counting.” what remains unspoken is the odd angle of which the slabs of wood have been sliced, “what’s your sum? fifteen? you better shape yourself before the academic year finally dawns upon us; it would be unbecoming of you to give adrestia a poor impression.”

#seirsvelgr #( I'M SORRY THIS IS SUCH A POOR STARTER HHHH ) #( SLOWLY WAKING FERDIE UP. ) #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ THREAD ⧼ chopping block. ⧽ #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ SEASON ⧼ anniversary ⧽

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* ✶ SWINGIN’ INTO THE NEW YEAR!

@freliana / lance. 

gaiety of the promising year fails to quell even as classes soon come to an overwhelming start. the peak of the monastery’s elation seems to be prolonged even as students and staff settle themselves, energy infinite despite the rigorous training that peeps beyond the horizon. perhaps it’s an effort to appropriately welcome the students from abroad, though the monastery never ceases its onslaught of celebration as one event tackles one weekend and another in the next. ferdinand finds that he has little complaints for excess festivities; what better way was there to welcome fodlan’s diplomatic guests than ebullient display of culture? there’s a grin that plasters itself upon the aegir heir’s lips whenever he overhears flattery to his home continent, impulse drives him to politely intrude to sing his own praise to his motherland, adrestia.

alas, come the second week of the academy and the merriment is overhead by the neighboring villages! merchants bolster their marketing tactics, eager to cash in a shiny coin from visiting elites as they showcase their wares. the towne center comes alive in a symphony of bell jingles and bargaining calls as vendors compete for the attention of potential customers, passerbyers chitter among each other as spirited children dart ‘round the premise and weave through the crowds. ferdinand’s boots click against cobblestone as he watches on with a smile, successfully distracted from his errand as his roam comes to a gradual stop. he watches as two children attempt to duel with toy swords, though their duel is less a test of swordsmanship than it is a competition to see who can whack the other’s head the most with their wooden blade. ferdinand chuckles and spares a thought on perhaps correcting both children’s form when the sound of a trumpet reaches his ears.

“step right up and be amazed!” he hears a salesman call as the instrumental jingle dies down, “behold, the latest invention upon garreg mach’s land… the piñata!” the aegir heir curiously perks, amber eyes darting to the source of commotion and nearly winces as colors of a striking intensity pierces his eyes. the small trumpet number plays again as a flurry of multicolor confetti rains upon the gathering crowd. “for just a piece of gold, wonder awaits! grab a friend or maybe even a stranger, raise the club and save the village from this impending danger!”  the vendor grabs one of his creations, a papier-mâché wild beast made of flamboyant tassels, “whoever slays this beast and cracks open its belly gains the spoils! so, what do you say? step right up, i promise it won’t be a toil!” children scream and surge forth, dragging their guardians as they beg for a round. truthfully, ferdinand finds himself chuckling once more and originally planned to leave his curiosity there, but he then turns and finds a familiar head of blue. tana, he vaguely remembers with the faint hum of the ocean, though it’s lost upon him as how they’ve met before. what the young adrestian does know, however, is that a wicked sense of competition ignites at the sight of his fellow student and he weaves himself over to her side before he clears his throat.

“why, what a coincidence it is for our paths to cross again!” ferdinand greets, haughty smirk ever-present upon his lips, “a fair afternoon to you, tana, i hope all goes well. might you have taken interest in this merchant’s odd game?” a gloved hand gestures to the array of pretend beasts, “i, myself, am admittedly curious about testing this new invention. though, i must admit that it’s below my level. i wouldn’t wish to make an embarrassment of this man’s creation, but how about you? this seems like it’ll make quite an interesting test of your accuracy.”

#freliana #// ferdie vc; i'm above this but this seems about right for you! let's compete! #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ THREAD ⧼ swingin’ into the new year! ⧽ #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ SEASON ⧼ anniversary ⧽

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* ✶ ⋮  𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

★★★★★★★☆☆☆  physical strength (7) ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  magical strength (3) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆  offense (7) ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  defense (5) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆  speed (7) ★★★★★★★★★☆  physical durability (9) ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  magical  durability / res (1) ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  accuracy (5) ★★★★★★★☆☆☆  agility  (7) ★★★★★★★★☆☆  stamina (8) ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  teamwork (3) ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  stealth (2)

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆  close  combat  ( pugilism,  hands  only ) (6) ★★★★★★★★★☆  bladed  weapons  ( swords,  spears,  daggers )  (9) ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  blunt  weapons  ( clubs,  staffs ) (5) ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  ranged  weapons  ( archery,  knives ) (3) ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  magic  (4) ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  traps  /  setups  (3) ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  medic  (2)

☆.*･｡ﾟ   𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

»  bold  any  that  apply  to  your  muse’s  behavior  in  most  battles !!

commander  /  duelist  /  honorable  /  dishonorable  /  would  have  others  do  their  fighting / stealthy  / long - ranged /  melee /  technological  /  sorcery  / superhuman  abilities /  a  lover  of  fighting  / a  hater  of  fighting  /  cowardly  /  reckless / strategic  /  uses  underhand  tricks  /  renowned  for  their  skill  /  trained  /  untrained  / keeps  skill  secret   / ruthless  / merciful

#( if ferdie had a bane i'd imagine its in white/light magic hence why his res sucks 😔) #( max 93 health determines his physical durability. ) #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ MUSING ⧼ humility is nothing but truth; pride is nothing but lying. ⧽

[carcinac]

🍉 watermelon & 🍇 grape !

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  - NOT ACCEPTING. 

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?  

i believe autumn best represents ferdinand, color palette aside. autumn represents the beginning of change, the final homage to what’s old before winter comes to fully shed the past as spring comes anew. autumn finds comfort in what’s fleeting and is the last hurrah of the past, all while acknowledging what the future brings.

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood?  

a lil bit of a preface but i should make it clear ferdinand doesn’t actually have ten siblings as i said in an exaggerated example in my guidelines page, but he does have siblings (number unspecified for now) and his mother did use him to ensure he secures the bag™.

ferdinand does come from a competitive household, he’s inheriting the title of the future prime minister after all. duke aegir, while constantly gloating about his superior heir, also instilled competition in ferdinand to whoever would inherit the position as emperor. ferdinand was raised in an environment where failure was not an option and that he must succeed. unlike what most would assume, ferdinand does not resent being raised in an intense atmosphere and actually praises it, since he believes that level of competition drove his competence. he believes such environment is why he’s diligent (especially in comparison to linhardt who is a sole child, isolated, and slothful) and why he always instinctually aims for greater.

outside of how ferdinand was raised in relation to his inheritance, he was also a very spirited child. although he was admittedly rowdy (a reason why he can relate to caspar), he was also imaginative and loved a good fable. in fact, ferdinand was deeply enamoured by the opera, legends, and folktales so much i do believe his sense of justice and his perception of nobility was mildly influenced by heroic figures he looked up to in literature and entertainment arts.

ferdinand doesn’t waste time reminiscing about the past, if only because his position doesn’t allow for it. he must always move forward because his position does not allow for him to dilly-daddle. he’s grateful for his past, as his environment is what fostered him to be the person he is today. this still rings true even when house aegir loses all its power and possession because there’s the remains of house aegir’s servitors that he must lead (silver snow / azure moon / verdant wind) or the imperial army (crimson flower) that he’s wholesomely committed and therefore he can’t afford himself to wallow over what can’t be undone.

i have no specific age for when ferdinand had a wakeup call in regards to his father and the image of nobility, but i do have an idea that his ideals were most likely solidified in imperial year 1175 with the brigid and dagda war and how the great houses of the empire cared little about letting house nuvelle fall.

#( thanks for sending this in! ) #( i'll need to rp ferdinand more and explore more facets of his character before solidifying concrete dates on him hhhh ) #prayerwitch #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ MUSING ⧼ humility is nothing but truth; pride is nothing but lying. ⧽

[carcinac]

🍒

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  - NOT ACCEPTING. 

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?   (also asked by @jehannanmage ) 

as boisterous as ferdinand is, i do believe ferdinand ultimately keeps his companions at an arm’s distance, preferring not have himself be emotionally intimate. this roots itself in the fact that, again, ferdinand strives to become the model nobility, being the ideal leader both among the common folk and among his fellow nobles as well. there’s a level of face he forces himself to uphold, vulnerability that he refuses to surface to another, if only because he refuses to showcase weakness and potentially break whatever image he’s meticulously crafted.

that’s not to say ferdinand doesn’t love company though. everyone knows he loves being the center of attention and also loves a good party. he adores all the positivity of friendship and the benefits of amazing companionship, he just can’t afford indulging in deeper levels of intimacy that comes with it. that’s not to say ferdinand refuses to be a shoulder to lean on to his peers (in fact, he does enjoy the idea of being a pillar of support), he can’t bring himself to be vulnerable.

ferdinand networks like a madman. he’ll introduce himself to literally anyone and everyone, down to the point a majority of individuals at the monastery have probably spoken to ferdinand at least once by the time the first month of school passes.  he’ll take any opportunity to foster good relations and be of aid, again, since he believes that’s a noble’s duty.

ferdinand only prefers solitude when he’s hard at work and/or recharging his social battery. that includes when he’s independently studying, tinkering with weaponry and armor in his free time, the likes.

#( thank you for sending this in ! ) #( ferdinand poppin up and introducing himself when literally nobody asked or cared ) #darklingdragon #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ MUSING ⧼ humility is nothing but truth; pride is nothing but lying. ⧽

[carcinac]

🍓

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  - NOT ACCEPTING. 

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?  ( also asked by @nobaettadr ) 

i do believe ferdinand roams around the monastery with a streak of notoriety to his name, unintentionally. inevitably, as righteous as he wishes to paint himself as, his hubristic views of his status and the avidity he has towards the meaning of nobility clouds over his intentions of goodwill. as we know, ferdinand harbors an idealized (romanticized, really) view of what it means to be a noble in society, a virtuous paradigm and guardian to the common folk. he believes the system of nobility is essentially established to bolster the common folk and influence them to strive for better, all while nobles being raised as societal elites means that they must spearhead the world to greater prosperity. likewise, this ideology of his influences him to passionately shape himself as a faultless idol to his peers down to the point where he’ll overcompensate to veil his own flaws. unfortunately, given that ferdinand only has the perspective of a pampered noble throughout the academy, most of his efforts rub off as patronizing given his limited exposure to world-views.

in terms of who ferdinand truly is, there’s no doubt that he’s a diligent individual. there’s also no doubt that he’s arrogant, if only because he heavily relies on his status and idealized fantasy of nobility. he’s egocentric, if only because he grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth and various people in his and his family’s social circle lauding him. from what others might not catch, however, is that he deeply wishes to understand and connect with the common folk, partly in fact with how he’s thinly aware of his father’s corruption and wishes not to tread down a similar path. ferdinand’s zeal and vibrant personality shadows the inferiority complex that he harbors, specifically in relation to edelgard as well as his own scathing fear of ending up just like his father. 

reputation matters a lot to ferdinand. his reputation tells him whether or not he’s achieving his goals, whether or not he’s living as virtuously as he declares himself as. ferdinand knows to dismiss rumors to an extent if he knows the malice being directed to him is unfairly biased (for instance, with hubert) or if he knows the talk has little truth attached. other instances, with dorothea for example, where he believes the criticism has validity or if the person seems to have a deeply set resentment towards him will more often than not have ferdinand running in spirals to correct whatever ill impression he’s unintentionally fostered.

#( answering these very informally since i don't wanna bother tryna make this like an essay. ) #( but hope that makes sense. ) #( ferdie's mad trippin with that idea of nobility / societal elites ngl. ) #nobletoatea #´ ･ . ♕ ━━ MUSING ⧼ humility is nothing but truth; pride is nothing but lying. ⧽