#bluestmoons

[zelgiusofbegnion]

Legacy of a Bygone Blade

@bluestmoons

"Black Knight Zelgius. You were my father's killer. And my last teacher."

As Zelgius lie in the Tower of Guidance, beaten and bleeding, he could not help the smile that spread across his face. He had been defeated in this final battle, but what a battle it had been! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his end would be so exhilarating! Never in his life had he felt so fulfilled, so alive! Perhaps it was appropriate that it was only at the end of his life that he could finally say he had no regrets. He had spent his life living in the shadows, but he had died blazing in the light. Now that his life was spent and that last, greatest struggle finished...perhaps now he could indulge in peace.

As the last life left his body, Zelgius felt no pain or fear. He felt only a strange, comforting calm. He felt all the weight he'd carried all these years fade away into nothing, and an inexplicable feeling of relaxation spread across his being. He lie there, blissful in that serene timeless peace. Perhaps it lasted for but a few seconds, or perhaps it lasted for centuries. Zelgius couldn't tell; he only felt like he was drifting through the most soothing air he had ever known.

Yet that blissful void could not last. All too soon, Zelgius found weight return to him. The ache of muscle and tension of tendons dragged him from his serene stupor back into the inconvenient world of sensation. He struggled to keep still in this strange, ethereal dream he'd found himself; he'd spent all he had, after all. There was nothing left for him in the land of the living. There was no point in returning, and it would aid no one if he did so.

Yet whatever force was responsible for his current state would not be denied.

He suddenly felt himself lying upon some sort of grassy surface. He very much was not thrilled at this, and he almost considered just laying there and letting nature take its course. Yet, he was roused from his self-pity by something wooden poking his right cheek. He let out a light grown before slowly sitting up, regretfully opening his weary eyes.

He was...in a forest? Certainly surrounded by a bunch of trees, if nothing else. They lacked the ethereal vibrancy of Serenes, so there was at least one place he was sure he wasn't. Even so, that didn't exactly help him in figuring out where he was. He brought one hand up to soothe his aching head, but gave a start when he noticed something that made this situation even stranger: he was still wearing his armor, but it was the wrong armor. Rather than the black armor of Sephiran's Knight, he was instead wearing the red plate of the Apostle's General. His left hand quickly moved to his side, and it found his blade, but it was the General's blade, not Alondite.

Before he could begin to puzzle out what in the seven hells was going on, he noticed something moving to his right. He turned his head quickly, ready to strike at a moment's notice, only to find a little girl looking back at him. Given her clothing, she didn't appear to be a peasant, but in his situation, he couldn't be sure of anything. Slowly, he began to speak as he allowed his hands to leave his sword. "My apologies. You startled me, my lady. May I have the honor of your name?"

#bluestmoons #zelgiusofbegnion #zelgius #leonie #fire emblem #blazing sword #radiant dawn #fire emblem rp #fe rp #heyo #hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[wingsofilia]

As if being flooded with scouting reports and details on some other mission weren’t enough, it seems that someone higher up the chain of command was not content with Fiora’s workload. Why else would she be suddenly asked to play at being some sort of camp morale officer? That wasn’t the exact job title, but it sure sounded that way. Supposedly there was cause to check in on some of the more unruly people within the ranks, and who best to crack that whip? Then again, was Fiora really the best choice for such a task? 

While the work grated on her, the pegasus knight was not about to turn it down. It was her duty to serve, after all. It seemed like a turn of good luck when she noticed the pink-haired cleric along her now-routine walk through the army camp. Well, now she would quickly get a sense of if she was cut out for this kind of business.

“Er-hmm!” Fiora cleared her throat to announce her arrival, before approaching her mark. In contrast to her rather stern and abrupt opening, the Ilian’s bow was rather refined and proper. Her words, too, were meant more as a probe than an accusation. “Lady Serra. How are you these days? I hope you haven’t been too rough with the new recruits. Have you?”

Starter for @bluestmoons​ (Serra)​​​

#bluestmoons #(( IC - Flying High )) #(( FIORA - Wings of Honor )) #// Okay I hope this works for you! Let me know otherwise

[themxtleycrew]

@bluestmoons​ (Serra)

It felt nice to just sit or lie down for the night, a soft bed beneath her, a warm fire in the hearth, and a belly full of food and drink. Of course while Lyn preferred sleeping outside under a canopy of stars, they had become a big group, and many preferred sleeping in an Inn as opposed to on the ground. Kent had been insistent though that the women of the group get their own rooms, especially away from Sain. It seemed Ninian and Florina had gone to sleep for the night though, leaving Lyn and Serra around the fire.

“So, I’ve noticed you and Matthew seem very... familiar with each other, are you two acquaintances?”

#bluestmoons #[The Girl from the Plains: Lyndis] #figured this could be set during Lyn's campaign

[of-invisible-ties]

@bluestmoons​ II continued from here

Erk wants to argue when she says that she has more friends than him. He really does. But, then, it occurs to him that, for once, she’s actually right. The notion of Serra ever being factually correct scares him just as much as death itself, but, incredibly, it had happened. 

What was the world coming to?

“If you’re going to advise me, I only ask that it’s good advice.”

“And not how to scare people off like you normally do.”

#bluestmoons #muse: erk #[ rip erk's sanity ] #[ i was laughing the entire time i typed this ] #[ i love their chaos ... or well serra's chaos. erk is just trying to make a run for it ]

[xanican-exile]

Woke up later than I wanted to today and only have about an hour and a half before work, but I have the next two days off so I’ll do replies then.

@bluestmoons @starfirechan @mxsecarnival @sylseal @wxrk-is-never-dxne @psychcdelica @untaintedgold are who I’m looking at first tomorrow. Lemme know if you think I forgot you!

[kitstellation]

to do:

follow people

make some sort of promo

post more info on Metamorfose lore and the Nate Drabble

come up with a tag system and universes?

yeaaah....

Tumblr webhook set up

make a plotting call

space between the about section

make a little pinned section like on everyone else’s blogs

add Kit to my active blog section

do the bluestmoons thing on my sidebar

#( out of shape. ) #[ oh yeah. it’s all coming together. ]

[rebelmalewife]

@bluestmoons​ | HEAL ME UP, DOC!

Ah, the pier. It was great! Truly. It was awesome. People, young (mostly) having fun- buying mochi and salt water taffies. Maybe some Taoyaki if they had it. There was a beach side festival, so lots of kimonos being worn! Very festive. Though The Blue blur wasn’t too worried about festivals. Those kinds of parties were never his thing. So what’s he even doing there? Well. He’s not there, not yet anyways. He’s currently chasing a couple of Robotnik’s badniks that he wants to open up and find out how they work. He’s not a big science guy, so he’s not sure that he’s going to find out much... but they always seem to recall somewhere. If it’s too a storage place, he can totally trash it and screw up most of Robotnik’s badnik depot... Which would be sweet.

So he’s flung through the air and above the heads of festival goers with a loud “WOAH!” That drags on as a smoking Hoverby Badnik heads toward the edge of the peir while Sonic grinds his fat butt against the board of the walk, slamming into the guard rails that keep people from falling over the edge. He picks himself up before noticing that the Hoverby’s heading straight for the edge of the boardwalk- and soon, into the ocean. He shoots up and leaps onto a trashcan, then a lamp post and bounces between fixture to fixture to try and stay above the people before leaping for the Hoverby, which is already a few inches off the edge of the boardwalk.

And he falls, presumably, into the ocean. Along with the drone. All that’s left is a crowd of folks having watch the spectacle and ready to move on as if all that happened was some prank or performance. 

#Gotta go Fast (IC) #talk about low budged (main verse) #bluestmoons

[fangsjustice]

@bluestmoons​

Getting into UA had been a breeze, at least as far as Linus was concerned. Sure, the written test was a pain in the ass, but anything that had to do with book studying was on the harder end of the spectrum for him. Not impossible, just not what he liked to do. Reading and memorizing information for later was hardly fun to him. 

But the practical exam? Now that was the sort of shit he was talking about! Ripping into robots to show off what they were made of was right up his alley. After all, you needed to have the power as well as the attitude to get by as a pro hero worth anything these days.

Of course, there was regular school stuff to bother with, but the hero training was what Linus had been living and breathing for since he was a kid. It was in his family’s blood to fight in order to help others who couldn’t, and there was no way he wasn’t going to follow in those footsteps.

“Honestly, they must’ve been gettin’ pretty slack if some of these people got in. Can’t wait ‘til we get to do some actual trainin’, then I can give some of these losers a reality check,” Linus smirked, brown eyes shifting around the room to watch his classmates. As first impressions went, there were only a few stand outs -- most seemed middling to lesser in terms of strength. 

#bluestmoons #tbt bnha verse #[bastard boy is here to 10000000% clash with everybody] #[except finis...cause she sof & we love her & im so excited for thisss]

[multixmused-moved]

@bluestmoons​ “If plan A doesn’t work the alphabet has 25 other letters.” ( serra to suyuku towa! )

“Oh yes yes. You’re absolutely right. I love plans M through P. They’re the usually the most unhinged because by then, you’re usually running out of options.” He hummed, tapping a pen to his counter. 

“And when you’ve run out letters, you can resort to numbers!” 

#bluestmoons #\owo/ much thank! helloo! #muse >> suyuku

[qirkbrn-a]

@bluestmoons​ said: ‘ that’s why i’m here, isn’t it? ‘ ( serra [ probably about healing something/someone ] to kyu [ or, if you’re not up for kyu, dealer’s choice! ] ) Shadow and Bone Prompts // Accepting!

           “yeeeeaaaaaah I’m sorry!!!” Her quick response came as she put her hands in front of her- she didn’t mean it but they really needed the help! Especially since Japan was in utter shambles as of late...

      “But these people really need your help...” A tired smile formed on her face, finally putting her arms down and shivering- recovering from aftershocks and downsides of her quirk were never fun...

            “I still have people I need to rescue and get to safety but I’m starting to lose feeling in my arms so I need a bit of a break too-” A sigh before looking to her- “Still, your assistance is welcome... So, thank you, if you need anything just let me know, okay~?”

#* {Kyu; OC} #* {IC} #* {Answered} #Bluestmoons #MY ***BABY*** SHE RETURNS.....

[brigadeleadxr]

@bluestmoons​ liked for an ∞ENDLESS EIGHT∞ event starter ! ( for mirai ! ) 

❝ SOMETHING’S UP WITH THIS FLASHLIGHT. ” Haruhi hits it against her palm, the light flickering more like a candle ready to be blown out rather than, well, a good flashlight.  “ —But that’ll just make the TEST OF COURAGE even better, right ?! ” She shoves the semi-useless light source into Mirai’s hands with a grin.

Eyes squint through the darkness past the cemetary gates. You have to say, a place really transforms once the sun goes down. During the day, one could see how the stones were starting to crumble, the grass unkempt, even the gate itself looked a little rickety. But now— ink black air stretches out before them. She really had made sure to pick the oldest one in the area. That just HAS to mean there was the maximum number of ghosts there, right ?? RIGHT??  

Haruhi though looks more excited than anything. She gives Mirai a jovial slap on the back. “ Tell you what, you got the flashlight, so I’ll even let’cha lead the way ! But there’s no way we’re turning back until we get ALL THE WAY TO THE END ! ❞

#bluestmoons #*♔( event ) ENDLESS EIGHT #*♔( interaction ) saving the world by overloading it with fun #let me know if you want one for another muse as well!

[virusvirtuesa]

@bluestmoons​. // 

“..... does something not please you, master?” 

#bluestmoons #ic. kiyohime. #verse; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. #interactions. fate/grand order. #[digression is advised asdfghfds]

[shibemuses-a]

Drawing Game! [accepting] [x]

@bluestmoons​ said: Randomize

Number generated: 21 (Mario)

;; it’s a-me!

#;your local shibe ryn! (ooc) #;let'sa go! (mario) #;answered inquiries! (asks) #mun art #bluestmoons

[of-invisible-ties]

@bluestmoons​ II continued from here

When her hands clasp as though in prayer, Erk recalls that -- by some twist of fate -- that Serra is a cleric. How the church had accepted her still remained a mystery to him. In fact, many things about Serra remained a mystery, and none of them were things he wanted answers to. 

If he was a praying man, he’d beg the gods to whisk him away from here. He’d rather face the jaws of famished lions than be here. Heavens knew they were less terrifying than her. 

“V-volunteer?” he sputters, wondering, for the umpteenth time, how Serra’s brain got to that conclusion. “I’m afraid not, Serra. Even if we were friends, I’d ask you for some compensation for my services. In fact ... I’d have to charge you for hazard pay.”

She was a living hazard, after all ... a hazard to his sanity, at any rate. 

“Wait -- you’re not telling me you need another bodyguard, are you?! What sort of trouble do you intend to get into this time ...?”

#bluestmoons #muse: erk #[ I WAS SCREAMING WHEN I SAW A SERRA ON THE DASH ] #[ my erk muse was also screaming ] #[ in agony ] #[ im gonna cry this is off to a great start ]

[cagednoblesse]

@bluestmoons​

     It was nice to hear the rain firsthand...Tapping overhead on his umbrella, against the pavement, the trees. Gone were the days that he’d have to listen to the dulled sound through the thick glass of windows.

     He’d never known that there was a certain scent that rain brought forth...he could only assume it came from the surrounding grasses and flowers. The park was normally full of life: children, parents, people going about leisurely activities. Rainy days brought a different feeling to the park.

     Initially, he’d thought to bring his violin, but when he heard the rain outside...it was best not to. So, he listened, holding his umbrella still above his head, and the rain made quiet and calming music for him.

#I hope this is okay #c': #bluestmoons

[code056]

@bluestmoons​

Breathing felt impossible. 

No. No, no -- this couldn’t be happening! She was fine, she was going to be fine. He just had to get to her-- all he had to do was get to her, and she would be okay. 

But Ichigo’d been hit hard, and she hadn’t gotten out of the wreckage of the building she’d crashed into yet. 

He was always by her side, whenever possible. In battle, outside of it. It didn’t matter the situation, he was her support. Why had she broken away from him like that? They worked well together on almost all levels! They’d known each other since they were children -- well, younger, at the very least -- so they hardly ever needed to verbally communicate between each other to understand. Goro was quick on the battlefield; he knew how to hit and run, bait foes into an attack, where Ichigo could follow up to finish them off. 

She was still giving orders, but he could hear the shrillness in her voice, the wrongness that clung to every word. Her scream had been awful, terrible -- horrifying. It had been something he felt physically, immediately drawing him out of the battle at hand. 

Her words only started to make sense to him when her tone made it clear that she wasn’t expecting to actually make it out of here.

“Ichigo, no-- We still have time!”

He was fast. He just needed a little breathing room to get to her. The others could provide them cover. Goro didn’t like to contradict Ichigo’s orders, especially mid-battle -- had he ever really, before? -- but he wasn’t going to abandon her.

“Keep them busy, drive them back!” Goro finds himself shouting to the rest of their squad, heading straight for the rubble where Ichigo’s mech was laying in a busted heap. He didn’t know how bad it was, and he was confident in his ability to move any of the debris on top of the mech without causing any further collapse.

“Just hold on, okay? I’m coming for you!”

He was out of his own Knightmare faster than he’d ever thought he could manage, scrambling over twisted metal and rubble to force Ichigo’s open once he found it in the mess. It wasn’t easy, and it didn’t look good when he got to her.

“Stay with me, please, Ichigo--!” he’s trying to get a response from her, anything at all, as he extracts her from the mangled wreck of her mech.

#bluestmoons #[man what even were my tags on here & what did they mean]