#loyaltestament

[boundlesshart]

for the horticulture

farming primes with @loyaltestament

Garreg Mach Monastery boasts one of Fódlan’s largest, most advanced greenhouse, allowing the school to become mostly self-sufficient as far as food goes. With so many hungry mouths to feed, not even the threat of winter is enough to deter the gardening club from continuing to grow the crops they need. The fall harvest provides the bulk of winter’s food supply, but it’s the upcoming planting that will carry them through the first days of spring.

They have volunteers coming over after class to help, bribed by the warmth of the greenhouse and some just-too-ripe pears. Just a dozen, enough for Claude and Dedue to handle on their own. They’ve met and talked before, but... well, Dedue never seems like the kind of guy that’s up for a casual chat, never mind leading a class. Maybe it’s a mistake to start some bad blood with the guy he needs to work with for the next couple of hours, but as they set up for today’s event, Claude’s curiosity gets the better of him. 

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think this was the kind of thing you’d do,” he says as he sets up the pears for the snack station. “Up till I thought you were a shy guy!”

#t. for the horticulture #loyaltestament #not my best starter tagline 😩

[hresvelged]

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

settling dust prompts

The thick fog blankets the forest, leaving Edelgard with a stifling feeling. Even with the group's steps filling the atmosphere, there is more to unearth- The sound of a monster releases its rage to all those who may hear it. It begins as one, rampaging towards them without a second thought. Two. Three. Four. She wonders when their reinforcements will cease.

She is a leader and a warrior, but she is also human. With the bottom of her axe dug into the ground, the princess leaned onto the weapon to keep herself upright. Lilac eyes pierce at the monsters in front of her- All she saw in return was nothingness. They fought, they destroyed, they spared none who got in their way.

Her legs and body wished for nothing but rest, wounds calling out to the future Emperor. Yet, her mind says to keep going. As she shakily picks up the axe, she hears that horrendous sound again. She cannot tell what side it's coming from- The north? South? Perhaps East.. No. She is wrong. The sound is everywhere. She had been with Dedue and some others, but she couldn't see them.

Instead of devising a plan, Edelgard does not move. Within moments, she is dragged out of the grasp of monsters by Dedue. A part of her wonders why he is helping her, but she doesn't ask. Not yet, anyways. Somehow, he reminds her of Hubert- Loyal.

".. Thank you," she finally says once they reach a safe point. She looks up towards him with hints of curiosity. "If I am to bow out of this fight, then.. I expect you will be doing the same."

#( asks ) #loyaltestament #( support: dedue )

[housegautier]

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

settling dust

Distantly, he’s aware of the fact that he’s being moved. Laid down, he thinks, propped up against something. Unfamiliar hands guide his descent, but he knows that voice.

“...Dedue?” Eyes open, slow. His vision is dull and blurry, but he can see well enough to confirm his suspicions. “Shit.”

The world comes back into focus with a sharp pain in his leg. That explains a lot. He must have passed out. Blood loss is his best bet, confirmed with a quick glance to the offending appendage. There’s a rapidly darkening makeshift bandage there–a torn piece of fabric, hastily tied over what is making itself known to be a very deep gash. 

Perfect. What a lovely Tuesday afternoon.

“I’m awake,” Sylvain’s gaze settles back on his savior. There’s appreciation there–more than he will ever voice. “Get back out there, I’ll be fine.” A smile, an attempt at reassurance. It’s more than a little strained.

“Dima needs you.”

#[s] dedue #loyaltestament #[asks] #//thought 2 be like timeskip war w/e... yeehaw #blood cw

[theofficersacademy]

Activity Check: May

We’ve conducted the activity check for May!

If your muse is both:

Not listed below

Has made the activity requirement for this month (3 IC posts, regardless of any exemption status)

you may claim your activity skill point! Simply add it to your Total Skill Points on your stats and allocate it wherever you please. If you have reached a new letter rank and would like to claim a new ability, please message the Masterlist.

Warned:

Dedue Molinaro @loyaltestament

Booted:

Felix Hugo Fraldarius @violentiaed

- the House Leaders

#toa activity

[goldoanheart]

Three of Funerals

The funeral should be your first concern. The memorial of Abigail and her heir Basil von Marika will be a solemn affair, a good time to get to know the players of this succession crisis–Celine, Drayden, and Eren–along with the allies they’ve managed to rally to their sides. It’s expected, at bare minimum, that people will be reasonable at a funeral. Of course, tensions don’t simply cease to exist at the door. One hopeful’s less-than-subtle insult scorns their rival, and now all three are ready to make a hell of a scene. Will you step in?

starter for @loyaltestament

A funeral was simply a rite of passing, he would never understand such beorc customs as gathering a large group of people together to cry over the bodies of the dead as you tried to drink your sorrows away. Such events should be reserved for a time of remembrance and celebration of the memories of the dead. In his home, it would have been quite unusual for a large event like this, from the funerals he had attended as a young boy, it had only been a decent amount of family members and some close friends, drinking and eating as they would have with their dearly departed, speaking of their sweetest memories until they grew too tired and returned to their quarters to sleep off hangovers. They were not such solemn events in Goldoa. That is why he found himself so confused at the three squabbling beorc cousins; they should have been sharing their happy memories not bickering with each other over who was going to inherit everything. He sighed softly to himself, taking a long sip of the drink in his hand.

“Damn beorcs, you children needn’t act out so much. Let the dead rest in peace and have today to remember them. Isn’t that right?” It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else, he was not expecting an answer. It wasn’t like he had wanted to be here in the first place. He hated such events with a burning passion. He just wanted to go back home to his quarters and read. He just had to survive this evening first.

#ic posts #ic: i'll rely on my own strengths #thread - three of funerals #threading: there is wisdom in looking beyond our borders #supports: i am growing rather fond of seeing everyone #support: dedue #loyaltestament #toa: mission board #mission board: succession #((kurth is 100% going to be weird just ignore him dedue he's just like this i prommie)) #((salty old man doesn't like human funerals))

[herrings]

continued from here. @loyaltestament

[Speed bane: 5 -> 7, barely hit | Armor boon: 0.5 -> 0 damage taken]

Dedue’s charge ends with his axe passing through the space Linhardt’s torso had been just a moment before - using the recoil from a spell to dodge was quite the inventive technique, fitting for someone with a reputation for cleverness as the mage held. Another technique to research, and to overcome. While avoiding the attack wasn’t all Linhardt had planned, it would take more than one unexpected dodge to give him the upper hand. Dedue’s eyes still locked onto his opponent, he sees the second spell coming from a mile away.

A quick adjustment of his shield and the blast of wind dissipates against it, passing harmlessly over Dedue’s body as little more than a breeze to set his earrings spinning. In any other moment, the sensation might have been enjoyable - in the current one, it’s just a reminder of what the spell could have been if he was less prepared. Mages were not enemies to toy with; he needs to take Linhardt down as soon as possible.

[Roll: 19 | Damage: 2]

Wasting neither his time nor the advantage gained from his opponent’s position, Dedue aims a swipe with the back of his axe’s head at Linhardt’s legs. With any luck it should keep the mage on the back foot and unable to fire off any more magic.

Dedue isn’t one to be trifled with. Of course he isn’t, the Battle of the Eagle and Lion isn’t just an inconvenience to him as it was to Linhardt. The older male is treating this mock battle for what it is: a war simulation. There are no openings in Dedue’s defense as Linhardt’s spell pitfully grazes his shield; the Duscurian man stands on the field as an echo of what the Kingdom values. A stalwart knight, indestructible.

The sound of war cries and steel clashing ‘round Gronder Field tells Linhardt that his battle is one that he can’t forfeit. This skirmish is one of his own; a fight that he can’t carelessly hand off to a peer more inclined. It’s frustrating, truthfully Linhardt doesn’t want to be here,  but Dedue seems to treat him as a formidable opponent. The least he can do is show the same respect back, if only to honor Dedue’s effort.

(roll modification: +0.5DMG (Amr Bane) = 2.5 DMG dealt!) (linhardt hp: 1.5 / 4 HP remaining)

Dedue’s handle bashes just below Linhardt’s knee. Linhardt falters, collapsing down back onto grass with a cry as pain branches through his leg. This is why he despises participating in mock battles: the damage isn’t worth the experience. His injured leg trembles, the slightest movement evoking an excruciating sting to shoot through his veins. Dedue has him incapacitated-- Great.

(attack roll: 6+2 = 8! 0.5 damage incoming!)

He can’t move, but a mage’s efficiency doesn’t end at their mobility. It’s what makes magic great; the versatility of its medium allows for its user to become creative. Wind kicks up around Linhardt, its current spiraling ‘round his person as a makeshift barrier. Concentrating, the Hevring heir launches the cyclone, determined to throw Dedue some few feet back and away from him.

#loyaltestament #// CHANELS LIBERAL USE OF MAGIC PART. 3232 #// DEDUE OUT HERE SQUASHING LIN LIKE A BUG. #TOABOEL2021

[geniusmageknight]

The field is alive and Dedue sets out ahead of His Highness to fend off any major threats. It takes him little time to find one, as someone he knew to be Professor Kempf appears over the horizon. Reportedly a skilled mage, and a formidable opponent for any melee fighter. But Dedue would not back down. He would give his all for his house during this battle, real or not. Raising his axe, he shouts "Face me!" at the mage and makes a shielded charge, ready to swing. [Roll: 14 | Damage: 1]

A clean hit! Kempf takes 1 damage. 2HP remaining.

Almost immediately after entering the battle, Kempf was struck with both surprise and Dedue’s axe. He was filled with conflicting emotions towards the situation. The mage knight felt both contempt towards the rest of his “team” for running off into personal duels rather then focusing on guarding their best fighter alongside admiration for his opponent CLEARLY realizing that taking him out first would be the smartest play.

“You’re smarter than you look, but I doubt you can defend against this!” shouts Kempf, as he confidently launches a bolt of Thoron at the proud Lion.

(Roll: 1, a miss. 0 damage)

#toaboel2021 #loyaltestament

[princessmacedon]

"Maria. I have a gift for you." Dedue catches her walking the monastery's grounds, and presents her with a bouquet filled with bright red flowers. Perhaps by luck, or perhaps by more, they were the same shade as her hair. "I have been growing some of these in the greenhouse. They are... important to me." The corners of his mouth lift, if only slightly. "Enjoy your birthday."

The bouquet is not the first she has received this day, but one would not be able to tell from the smile it springs to her face; she treasures this gift just as much as she treasures the first, each and every bloom proof that someone had remembered her this day and wanted her to smile. 

Maria looks up at him, all sunlit crimson and earnest eyes. “Important?”

The word lends new weight to his gift, even with the sincerity with which Maria receives every one. A gentle hand caresses the petals of one flower; they are beautiful and soft, and she thinks that if they are important to him... then she is lucky to be given something that means so much. They are not unlike the subtle shift in his expression: small, and yet significant.

“Thank you, Dedue,” she replies, and holds the flowers close to her chest (crimson, like the family she’ll bring back together one day; crimson, like a wish of his she does not know, but makes with him nonetheless). “I’ll take good care of them, I promise.”

She smiles back at him. The bouquet is not the first she has received... but it is the one that makes her think she should buy a book and press the flowers between their pages. 

#DEDUE............... #ddedue my fucking deduwus!!!!!! #sorry it's so short but short and sweet felt right here ^^;; #loyaltestament #maria bday 2021

[ashenprofessor]

Knighttime Wanderings

Starter for @loyaltestament

As the days grow colder, students balk at the idea of walking around outside in the cold, especially late at night. Whispers of a shortcut quickly spread through the student body: if you’re coming from the library, you can go through the gallery hall to get back to the dorms. It’s not long until this path is marred by rumors of an armored thief stealing people’s books and essays late at night. There’s a reward if you unmask the criminal, but soon enough you find out that there’s more to this criminal than you thought. Too bad the realization only comes when one of the armored knights on display is magically brought to life, brandishing its sword at you. [Grants +1 Sword]

Byleth knew she wasn’t alone in wanting to avoid cold, hence why she had decided to check if there was any truth in the rumoured shortcut. She’d had enough of getting frozen to the bone every time she needed to cross the courtyard to get back to the comfort of the dorms. If she followed the rumours she should find the route starting at the library which is where she was currently heading. 

One concern she did have though was the news which had accompanied the rumours. Apparently an armoured thief had been attacking those using the shortcut late at night, stealing their work. Notices had been put up stating a reward for the capture of the criminal. Byleth herself had little interest in the reward but felt that she should investigate for the protection of the student body. Her sword was strapped to her hip ready for use.

Reaching her destination she looked for a good spot for a stakeout. She found a place offering a wide view of the passageway and settled in to wait. Time passed with no change, she could feel her eyelids beginning to droop. 

A sudden crash in the next corridor over had her on her feet, instantly alert, running in the direction of the disturbance. Time to apprehend the criminal. Rounding the corner she narrowly avoided slamming into Dedue. Byleth doubted he was the culprit. Why was he here? Had he been studying late or was he looking to apprehend the criminal himself?

“Evening” She greeted briefly before enquiring “It’s a bit late to be out the dorms isn’t it?”

#thread: knighttime wanderings #ashenprofessor #loyaltestament #toa: taskboard #red wolf moon #[sword +1]

[blaydiud]

💫 The two were on a short walk outside of the lodge. There was nothing to be distracted from, and yet Dedue found himself staring up at the night sky. How clear it was, and how bright the stars. It was an impressive sight. "Your Highness... the stars are beautiful tonight."

TOA Fleeting Snow - 2021

It was finally a night where the hail seemed to cease, at least for the most part- resulting in a clear sky occupied by nothing but countless stars shining above. It was particularly cold, as even the Faerghian prince was equipped with a white furred muffler and a much thicker coat- yet he had no problems with it. As cold as it was, it felt like home.

It felt like a good memory, like how his life was before it all happened. Quiet walks during winter accompanied by his father, mother, Felix or Gustave, all gawking at the tiny chance that the clouds gave way to a glimpse of the stars above.

Now it was just him and his ever so trustful Dedue, with nothing to hide the sky from view.

     “Indeed, they are. It has been a long time since I managed to see a starry sky without having to spot them from behind clouds.”

Icy eyes widened for a brief moment. “Oh, Dedue! Look!” A shooting star had quickly zipped through the deep blue. "Well, now we must make a wish. Or at least that is how the tradition goes, I think.”

Tradition had that the wish couldn’t be said out loud. It was to be done in your mind, only translated into words after it became true.

Smiling into his muffler, Dimitri wished for them to be friends forever. Maybe more, if fate allowed.

#toafleetingsnow2021 #[support] dedue #loyaltestament

[ceaselessblade]

Hallowed Belowground 🥄

The monastery would not let Ike go for his mistake; that was to be a given, of course. He did break something, and he must pay for it. Even if the monastery did not ask, he would give the help himself. He would help with the repairs. At first, he thought it was to be a simple affair; but when he arrived he was sat to the corner with red tape. They would not let him close to a foot near the hole. He thought it was that the ground was unstable, but he was not permitted to look either, and only then did he realize that something was perhaps amiss. So begins an awkward situation; he brings materials from wherever they may be stored, helps mow down trees and prepares glue and concrete. But he is not allowed to patch the hole itself: he must set it to the side, and only the most pious of the Goddess’ adherents are allowed to do the busywork. There they are, milling about with arms like sticks and faces covered with strange cowls and winged helmets-- Seiros’ best. Awfully strange, more like... Meanwhile, he nurses the cauldron of tallow and fat, boiling it down for their glue mix or whatever they need next. At the same time, he practices fire; he is not the best at theory, so he must make up the rest by hand. It’s slow-going, almost deathly boring. Ike can feel his mind wander and his vision dim under the baking sun. Sighing, he turns his hand to his pack, turning up a dish of baked goods from its confines. The priestesses he is uncertain are truly gift from the Goddess, but Maria certainly is. Gnawing on the cookie, he looks up at the sky. The clouds lap like waves-- idle. Mm. Perhaps he asked for this. Someone approaches the training ground; yet another. Even if there is a hole, the students of Fodlan are diligent, and especially those of the arena. They do not miss the time to come, returning to their daily schedule. The figure continues to approach, however, and appears to be locking eyes. Ike has never seen the man before-- a student of the blue lions? Furrowing his brow, he stands up to meet him.

#Thread: hallowed belowground #loyaltestament

[disgracedvessel]

Grrr. Grrrr grrrrr? (Nice form. Where do you work out?)

RAAARRRGHHH.

(IN THE VOID OF ETERNITY.)

#april fools 2021 #loyaltestament

[cashandaxes]

🔥 After a long day of activity in the deep cold of the mountains, Dedue searches for a hearth to warm up in front of. The first one he finds is in use by a familiar sight, but what were they, if not communal spaces? "Charlotte," he greets, trying not to shiver too much. "What a frigid day."

Charlotte lets out a yawn. There's something about a warm hearth that makes it so easy to relax and feel safe. And a heath in a fancy lodge with one of the most comfortable couches Charlotte has ever sat on makes it doubly so. She sinks deep into the soft cushions but immediately sits up with an awkward giggle as Dedue approaches.

"Oh Dedue! Is it? I guess I hadn't really noticed." The cold never really bothered Charlotte. There might be the occasional time where she would get so cold that she'd put on a pair of fluffy, fur earmuffs and mittens but other than that, she didn't mind it. She almost enjoyed the way the icy air felt against exposed skin. Though she does realize she's far from the norm. The bundled up and shivering students serve a constant reminder to that.

She scoots over and offers Dedue full reign over the heavy knitted blanket draped over the back of the couch. "You look like you could use this."

#toafleetingsnow2021 #loyaltestament

[halfjalar]

Gloucester’s Gloriousness. ✩ Azelle, Fernand & Dedue

@eideslanze @loyaltestament

Herleifr’s hooves beat regularly against the moist forest soil step after step. Azelle barely moves in the saddle at all aside from directing his horse to continue forward; his eyes are firmly fixed on the road ahead of them, the Mage leaving scouting in other directions to his companions.

Sir Fernand and Dedue of the Blue Lions, both capable in their own right without a doubt, what with one carrying himself with the aura of a seasoned knight and the other serving stalwart by Prince Dimitri’s side. And both of them also people that the Velthomer has met before. For better or worse, he recalls not without some embarrassment as he remembers exactly what Sir Fernand's first longer meeting and interaction with him entailed.

Hopefully the man does not judge him overly for that. At any rate, he can at least be certain of their ability.

Time to stop getting distracted with past events and focus on the present, a harsh voice in his head reminds him. They are here, after all, to track down an artifact of great importance to the heirs of Gloucester of the Ten Elites. (He cannot help but wonder why the bulk of this mission was given to the Blue Lions in spite of its location being the Leicester Alliance territory, but he is not going to ask questions no one wants to hear. Politics.)

The subject matter does cause Azelle some anxiety; he has already studied enough material available to him about the Crests to having something of an idea as to how their power compares to that of the Holy Blood. And one of the most significant differences he has found so far is that - though he is not yet privy to all the details - the weapons and relics associated with Crests have a wider potential for users, at the very least not requiring a Major Crest.

On the one hand, that makes them easier to use. On the other, it also makes them easier to misuse.

Which makes it all the more urgent to find Thyrsus before it is discovered by someone who may have the ability but not the right to utilize its power. “Have you seen anything of note?” He says, turning to his companions--

--only for his attention to be drawn back to the road ahead, as a red light flashes somewhere in the woods. “Wait....” He frowns, then squints, trying to make out exactly what is it that glows in front of them.

Is that... magic?

Is that - 

 - oh NO - 

“LOOK OUT!” He pulls sharply at Herleifr’s reins, the horse luckily getting the right idea quickly and rapidly jumping to the side; at the same time, Azelle throws whatever magic he has managed to gather in the span of half a second in the form of a Bolganone spell, which collides with the powerful attack fired at the three of them (by Fjalar, was that Ragnarok?!), resulting in an explosion.

And more than a few trees getting set aflame. This is already going well.

He giver his mount a pat on the neck to calm him down before turning to Sir Fernand and Dedue. “Are you alright?”

The light continues to shine in the woods... He winces as he glances back to it. Whatever and whoever that is, they might have no choice but try and get closer.

#eideslanze #loyaltestament #✩ gloucester’s gloriousness ✩ thread. #✩ mission season ✩ watchdog. #✩ +1 reason. #✩ arise from the ashes of the past o wounded phoenix ✩ support: fernand. #✩ stalwart you stand over mass graves hoping for new flowers to bloom ✩ support: dedue. #((up to you who goes next!))

[theofficersacademy]

let's give this one last shot. i would like to place a reserve for dedue, please.

Dedue Molinaro has been reserved!

You have one week (2/24) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you!

- Mod Ree

#dedue molinaro #three houses #fódlan #fe rp #fire emblem rp #reserves #loyaltestament

[godsmercie]

(kiss!) "Mercedes." Dedue approached the small structure his fellow Lion was sitting at. "I have seen many people sitting at or visiting... 'kissing booths' recently. Are they for some sort of Fodlan celebration I'm not familiar with?" And then he looks at the sign... "...Oh."

open!

She finds herself surprised to see Dedue approaching her little stand, and she watches him carefully, a hand going to rest under her chin whilst he approaches.

“Dedue! It is a pleasure to see you,” she says in reply to his slightly curt greeting. Then he begins to explain why he had come looking for her, and her smile tightens as she attempts to withhold the warm giggles that threaten to fall from her lips in reply- though they do bubble out as he comes to the realization that she is currently manning one of the strange booths. She sits up, a coy smile on her face.

“Oh, they’re not too standard, nor are they tradition. It’s more a way to get people feeling more comfortable around one another- and to have a little fun while they’re at it.” Her smile grows a tad more fond as she adds “Cynthia was the one to spark the chain of them, though. She has so much charisma and joy to her that it’s rather hard to say no even if one wanted to. She’s a wonderful maelstrom of chaos and joy, as always.”

Her smile turns a bit more teasing in nature as she hums lightly to herself. “Here- why don’t I show you how fun it is, since you haven’t encountered them before?” Her expression softens a bit and she leans forwards in her booth. “Don’t be shy- we are friends after all.” When he leans down, she gently takes his cheeks in her hands, pulling him ever-so-slightly into a proper kiss, and she holds him there for a moment longer than she might otherwise do- Dedue is so deserving of love, and Mercedes is of the firm opinion that kissing is a wonderful way to demonstrate her own love for him, though it is more platonic than anything. After pressing her lips to his twice, readjusting herself slightly to ensure he knew her intent, touch gentle and warm, she draws back, expression caught between a quiet joy and a playful smile.

“There- you see? I pray that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me.”

#loyaltestament #dedue molinaro #mercedes von martritz #ic #dedue {to be so relentless in one's dutifulness} #asks #roleplay ask meme #memes #event: BEACH EPISODE #mission season: EVENTS #mercie said dedue loving hours on main