#motheruin

[princessmacedon]

. [ ━━━ ACT I. atonement, ]

BISHOP DESPISED THE GIRL'S VOICE BEFORE HER STILL-HEART RECOGNIZED THE LAUGHTER, massaging her temple when the sweetness of youth bit inevitably at her ears and mind. thus, she moved to squash the insult to silence; rising from the comfort of her seat to duck beneath the library's staircase, stalking toward the source of memory with a twitching eye and a polite smile plastered weakly to her lips. how irresponsible, responding to the luxury of a haven's silence with commotion so utterly unnecessary it simply proved the flaw of humanity's youth.

weak. untamed. senseless. left to their free will despite the space around their necks for a leash; how incompetent must one be to miss the opportunity of a lesson? no, not she. not eremiya whom, after turning the curt corner of a bookcase, immediately spoke her dissatisfaction into the air. "pardon yourselves, but the library is━━━"

the back of a waving student caught her eye first until her gaze fell on the girl sitting on the floor, a large tome of fables in her lap. recognition stole her breath, stilling her where she stood, hands on her staff and countenance twisted in a grimace. hair as prettily red as she had been told, whispered into the ear of her lord; bright eyes and bright smile and bright life━━━

eremiya nearly heaved. mage hand twitched, usually unwavering stare blinking rapidly to rid herself of the confused expression. when she patched up her smile, it was as fragile as the skin of a babe, "princess maria." curt; no question in identity. she could be no one else. no one else could be her. and how unfortunate that maria still breathed to this day, seemingly happy within the walls of the monastery, though this would be one of the many settlements, far from home, she must have been to.

unsurprisingly, despite her efforts, the remnants of a grimace remain. "you live... in the monastery? had lord gharnef..."

memory was swiftly replaced by a scalding realization.

the library was nearly empty, save for them. the girl would hardly be able to scream if the beast lunged at her now, stole the very voice that caused it pain. eremiya's eye twitched. surely, gharnef would pay her a kind hand for ridding them of the macedonian's hope. had she not tried to offer him her and, in light of her presence, still owed him that debt? ( no, she was tempted to think. maria was the very Thing she sacrificed love to protect. to maim and break and rebuild. was this not a chance at the inevitable? ) her approach softened until completely emotionless, grimace buried beneath apathy, as if her prior confusion had never been recognized,

"tsk. no matter what you are entertaining yourself with, your voice is too loud." If I hear it again, I will not be able to keep myself from tearing it out. "must you and your friend be reminded of the library's ruling?"

mun's note / / though we threw around the context of maria not knowing exactly who eremiya is, i'd thought it still fair to send her the ask i planned. their dynamic is one i'd love to explore :pleading:

On an ordinary day, at an unassuming hour, a simple, silly, and simply silly happiness sets alight Maria's heart. She laughs, loudly and freely and certainly without meaning to, a hand clapped over a tightly curling smile that runneth over with mischief, surprise, and sheepishness all at once. Fingers shift, then part, that crescent of pearly whites cut into slivers between them, and upon her other hand her digits wiggle merrily in a free-spirited (and pointedly silent!) fare-thee-well.

"Hee hee..." How soft this succedent laughter; she lets it fall between the pages of her book and snaps it gently shut, as if to press her joys between its pages and preserve them.

The advent of footsteps draws her attention upward, the line of her lips already smoothing out into a sweet, yet-to-be-spoken apology. Her eyes are clear; if there is anything to be said of the gaze of the little robin of Macedon, it is that it is unchanging, ever changing -- shifting, vibrant, full of life. So it remains when the sister makes herself known, and so it remains when she is reprimanded, repentant in the face of her discourtesy.

And then comes a whispered name: Lord Gharnef.

Life slows to a trickle, glacial and appraising. Her smile wanes by fractions, and endures by just as much, fingertips hooking over the rough edges of the tome's cover. Lord Gharnef, the woman had murmured, but no one ever set such honor to his name unless... Maria swallows, that familiar stone sitting heavy in her chest. Lips part, drawing a shallow breath, as if the memory of that bitter darkness had coagulated in her nose and throat once more. And this stranger had called her Princess Maria -- had known before any greeting who she was, and whispered that man's name in her next breath.

She recalls, suddenly, what it was like to die by poison -- remembers the numbing senses, the thick, encroaching silence. Lord Gharnef... there is a susur at the edges of clarity, smooth yet frigid as it slips through her hands, until only fear remains. Another breath, and she swallows it.

Oh, it sticks jaggedly in her throat, and it is a struggle to convince her knees not to remain despondently partnered to the floor, but change must always begin somewhere. The girl that wept alone in the tower, who cried for her siblings in the dark, knows she is still only that: a girl. She will still weep, sometimes; she will still cry. But even if it is only the strength to defy the name of a nightmare, to stand on her own two feet, it's a strength that she has fought for, and must continue to fight for in every trial to come.

"I'm sorry," Maria replies, pushing herself to her feet the moment the other begins to move forward -- some small defiance as she smooths her skirt, outwardly unbothered; even her smile waxes warm again, beneath her twinkling eyes. And it is defiance, too, in that she means it, for just as Gharnef had his devoted, so too did he have his victims. They are not mutually exclusive. She may have her suspicions, but what if they're wrong? She would rather waste her kindness than not -- and besides, kindness was never truly wasted.

But she does not ask forgiveness. "My friend said something silly, and... hee hee!" Her head cants, ribbons of crimson tickling her shoulder. Her mind lingers with the pleasanter memory, eyes already sparkling once more with delight... but still they watch the distance between them. It grows smaller with the sister's every step.

Maria keeps her chin level, neither proud nor cowardly, and meets the mother's gaze -- searching it, searching her, for her intentions. Yet she does not know what she finds... or perhaps there is nothing known to find.

"It was an accident," she continues, and her smile skews lopsidedly into a grin. "But I'll be more careful in the future, I promise."

Shifting the tome into the crook of her elbow, she finds old dreams nestled in her arms and old nightmares staring her in the eyes -- eyes that remain shifting, vibrant, full of life... full of curiosity. Maria hums.

"What's your name, Miss? Are you the librarian on duty? I think I'd like to check out this book..."

#motheruin #STARING AT YOU WITH MY BIG OLE EYES... #i have a few thoughts but i won't ramble in the tags huhu #(the dms however. a lawless land--) #looking forward to their dynamic though OwO i think it could be very interesting....

[ruinakete]

♡ ・ kindred beasts, shared breaths ━━━ boel drabble, featuring zephia & eremiya

TRADITION WAS MERELY A SPECTACLE AMID THE STUDY OF HUMAN NATURE; in which, in all aspects this mage dragon knew itself to be familiar, came the assumed predictability of the bishop's reaction once all was prepared and she had been herded into the tent's corner without struggle, like the very sheep she pretended to wear the flayed skin of. thus, predictability bled into a loose stream of evasiveness and retaliation,

bishop returned its gaze with not a hint of emotion. dragon bared its fangs in the kindest of smiles. bishop stepped right. dragon followed suit. bishop stepped back. dragon closed the distance.

"sister eremiya," it drawled in a low hum, reaching for her when the next retreating step bumped her lower back against the abrupt edge of a table. claws flex above her stomach, a ghost's threat of physicality, and━━━ah, there it was. the twitch of her otherwise stern countenance, curling her lips into the small beginnings of a scowl. it pushed further, tilting its head to the side as it mimicked a purr, "won't you tend to me?"

and her answer was ever so obstinate in the face of that in which she had no fear for or to. "do not waste your breath," raspy, not unlike the growl of a beast condemned within a human's throat, "you have paraded those wounds long enough. i want nothing to do with you nor your dirty faith."

an arched brow and a wider grin was all her refusal evoked from it, to which her frown only deepened, to the extent of furrowing her brows and twitching her nose.

"hm, disappointing. even after i spoke so highly of your talent to each attendant who wished to close these wounds themselves." zephia offered a half - hearted shrug of one shoulder, pulling back its claws to clasp its hands behind its back. though it straightened its posture, she had not budged from where she leaned against the table and away from it. another hum, "i suppose i'll be forced to ask my hound for aid, instead. but, ah, i'd hate to bring this up with him. he's prone to dramatics when it comes to me, i fear. you know how children get."

the slightest glance was laid upon eremiya, not ignorant to both the sudden twitch of her hand nor the stiffness of her once relaxed shoulders. amusement brightened two - toned eyes and, once the delight formed itself as laughter within the back of its throat, it played the innocent gasp of a sheep. "oh? do you know him? my darling hound; griss is his name. mark on his cheek? scarred? half - done and half - cut robes? quite the sight, no?"

but the emotion darkening eremiya's gaze could not be fright, no, for her body would have followed the reaction in full, from trembling hands to twitching eyes. thus, mage dragon opened its mouth to continue, before the sudden twist of the bishop's clenched fist tore its very breath from it. gasping, it halted itself on instinct. the magic seeping from her fingers was recognized, swiftly, though little could stop the unconscious stumble backward, a clumsiness it immediately righted.

"if you ever command that runt to stalk me again, i will rid you of your stupid dog." her fist remained closed, stubbornly withholding the stolen energy within the intangible gates of nosferatu. then came the scowl, spreading so naturally across her face that zephia could not help but utter a small, breathy laugh at the successful sight.

a shaky inhale racked its chest, but it continued to prod and poke despite the heavy exhaustion weighing its body. "you're c━━━confident, sister." her gaze narrowed; it wheezed out another laugh. "he'd tear you to shreds in seconds."

and, just as it had been torn away, the loosening of her fist filled in the gaps in the mage dragon's chest, seizing its breath and forcing it to settle on its own. though it shivered at the wealth of magic given back, unmeasured to the extent of evident noticeability.

eremiya clicked her tongue, unimpressed seemingly, "yet he had not."

obviously not. "hm - hm. . . because i told him to keep you alive. what fun are you dead?"

silence, a dreading pause, before she sighed and took hold of her staff from where it stood leaning against a nearby crate. "you have been healed, zephia," she said, "now leave me be and remember my vow."

fangs unsheathed behind its grin as it tilted its head almost curiously, "see? now was that difficult to do?" as she would have bent to its expectation in no other manner. a revelation she could only scoff at. yet her gaze only widened when it leaned to ask, "though i remember you making a great deal over not knowing how to control your magic. but after a feat like that. . . had you lied to surprise dear ol' me, i wonder?"

a pause before eremiya masked her incredulity with a sneer and shoved past it, "the battlefield needs me. make yourself useful and return to whichever den you crawled from, fool." softly, with the twitch of zephia's ear, she sighed, "how exhausting. . ."

OBLIGATORY INTERMUSE BOEL INTERACTION, FINISHED !

#toaboel2024 #motheruin #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ the cruelty of a mother's greed ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood laughs at ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . #the second i thought of zephia wearing her wounds in pride i knew who she'd want to heal her . . . these two are sick i fear #context regarding the incident; in their drabble series zephia had griss stalk eremiya for information until she was deemed paranoid enough #+ to meet at a vulnerable state. it worked and now eremiya is scared of griss and despises zephia / thinks she's immature. #each time they meet; zephia is trying to break down eremiya's elusiveness and eremiya is trying to deconstruct zephia's show of strength #hence eremiya telling zephia that she isn't interested in performing magic in her service and zephia forcing it whenever they meet #eremiya who thinks zephia's sombronisms are dirty and zephia who thinks eremiya's gangrelisms are pathetic . . . . i hate them so much #i just need them two to get away from each other and eremiya to put in a restraining order on zephia #also wanted to flavor nosferatu in a more concentrated manner yfm? steadily keeping the line of energy taut between mage and victim but #not fully completing the spell to extend its strain? yeah this is just nonsense MKDSMKDEWMEKW

[arcstral]

. [ ━━━ ACT I. grievances, ]

SUNLIGHT CONTINUED TO IDOLIZE ITS ADVANTAGE OVER HER, even now, with the sky resolute in its emptiness above the monastery, everything the day was not. the bishop worried away at her bottom lip, scratching restlessly at the reddened irritation spreading across sepia skin, stretching over her knuckles and retracing the invisible edges of old, burn scars. if not for her inability to cling to slumber, she would be tucked beneath a duvet, reciting the inked lines of her journal until fatigue took her. but this night was not kind to her.

this revelation was, thus, reiterated by the soft fall of footsteps behind her. eremiya huffed, still scratching at her hand, utterly stuck between returning to her chambers or turning to face the strange without the safety of a veil. Do not, came the utterance of His voice, but she had. turning on her heel, hands joined at her stomach, she mustered a monotone smile, thinly pulled to fit the gap of her countenance. though she opened her lips to speak━━━apathetic heather irises met a gentle cobalt━━━recognition stole the very breath from her throat. her nails dug into blemished skin, marking herself with crescents absent above them.

hero-king stood before the bishop, regal even in the wake of his restlessness; certainly, too, unable to sleep as she had. and the thought of him simply being able to wake and sleep and repeat the torturous process of rest that was once stolen from her, only a fortnight ago, upon death, nearly sent her forward in a lunge. her hands trembled against her stomach, a vulnerability untraceable in her countenance. how unfortunate, it was, that he seemed so at peace, far away from his home in altea; a king so selfish he could not be satisified with just one continent knowing of his fame.

but the marth that stood before her could not be the same marth that wielded against her, the magic of her daughter. the very marth gharnef confessed, to her, a hopeful, similar fate of hypocrisy. Apparations, He suggested, and she took any excuse over the bitter possibility of truth.

when words left her, they were hardly better than a growl, “you,” eremiya seethed, a twitch in her eye and once placid smile, now recognized only as a scowl. He had been your responsibility, and she knew it, forsaken by the memory of a violet-haired disgrace. thus, she clicked her tongue, “i refuse to be taunted by the hospitality of ghosts.”

a pause. eremiya could not bring her gaze from his; untrusting that her eyes would not be led astray by the weight of a weapon at his hip. she had not looked yet, and would not introduce the hostility when her mage hand refused to commit to the magic it once conjured. so, she turned her head and sharpened her inner turmoil into a shield, “join the faint memory of your knight-toy and let me be. archanea is... yours, boy. lord gharnef and i have sought elsewhere... somewhere far from you and your heroic guilt.”

and quieter, she spat, scratching restlessly once again at the burns on her hand, "unlike reese, i will not tame the urge to kill you if you appear before me again."

The stillness of a serene night passes unexpectedly to throes, a rasping and growling voice that shatters the peace with its violating presence. Light and feminine, yet harsh and unforgiving, wickedly hateful above all those things, the disturbing figure it belongs to is as much a force of reprehensibility as a beast in a nursery. Gloved fingers travel to the wrapped hilt of his sword on a quick-second judgment, but standing before the obstacle now elucidated on his path - before the dreg of Gharnef known as Eremiyah - his eyes only widen with surprise.

Uncertain what to think, but known more than certainly of what to say, "Eremiyah? It is I who should be speaking of ghosts. I did not know you survived, much less made your way here as well."

The memories she stirs are unwelcome, of course. The twisted mother Eremiyah who did not care of the fate of her 'children' so long as they served their uses. It is the phantom heat of her Meteor that compels his fingers to stay where they are though his thoughts wander elsewhere. Katarina; aware of Eremiyah's return and fixated on that tumult, or unaware and merely waiting to be caught in the difficult discovery. . .

His eyes narrow, not merely for that line of thought alone. "Lord Gharnef? You speak of him as if he is still. . ." He holds; his tongue, his sword hand, and the very thought that Gharnef yet lives with this woman's word alone as its intimation.

The pious servant before him scratching aimlessly at her own skin is not perfectly stable, he realizes. Or had she been ever? Marth could recall the wicked expulsion of spells and curses in the unlit dungeon thought to prove her sepulcher, the unholy names branding the orphans she'd purposed as assassins and soldiers, the hatred spilled onto Katarina who had yet to die for her. He remembers, too, that such a clash had felt less like a battle - and more like putting out the last piddling flames of Gharnef's servants so they would never catch again.

"Whether or not we cross paths, know I've no desire to disturb you. The time for our battles is far in the past. In fact, I hope you will reach the same conclusion. There is no meaning to conflict any longer. Even if Gharnef is alive there is no way for his ambitions to continue either, and if there is—

The Hero-King's gaze turns steady; unwavering lapis resolve without pollutants of fear or incertitude or even hatred. Every enemy of peace will not know merely his sword, but a hundred, a thousand, a million more, numbering as many as the faces at his side who stand with him for the same dream. That much is not promise but fact.

"—we will stop him again."

Hand slips away from blade and distances from the perceived threat of Eremiyah. The fangless mother without the bite of her children or the leash of her master. His boots tread forward and past with the crisp contact of heels and cobbles, a ghost only in the way his airy voice passes her. "There is always a chance for redemption. Katarina has seized it admirably. So may you. Have a good evening, sister."

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #motheruin #hello sister eremiyah :') #your voice for her is so vicious but charming #excited to observe her future arcs

[pryings]

a quiet hum buzzes through the dining hall as those assembled are shuffled in. this 'psychological experiment' or 'speed dating game' or 'social gathering' or whatever it is has been prepared. in place of the long dining tables, the hall is filled with numerous small, round tables, each with a number placed upon them. you are to find your assigned tables, chat with your partner, and hopefully make some kind of connection.

the goal of this exercise is somewhat vague, but knoll and hubert seem poised to take notes. so that's interesting.

schedule:

12pm. EST Feb 14 - 11:59pm Feb 15 ROUND ONE. 12pm. EST Feb 16 - 11:59pm Feb 17 ROUND TWO. 12pm. EST Feb 18 - 11:59pm Feb 19 ROUND THREE. 12pm. EST Feb 20 LAST WORDS.

please tag all interactions #toaLoveHypothesis2024. you will receive an ask from hubert or knoll within the next few hours asking if you like or dislike your partner. unanswered asks default to a 'no.' please answer it at any point before the round ends.

rounds will be 36 hours long, but should narratively simulate the speed dating experience of only having a few minutes to talk. it should feel rushed. interactions can be asks or short threads, please communicate with your partner to determine what works best. you can continue an incomplete interaction after a round concludes if you wish, but please note that you need to vote by the round's end!

the questions provided are only suggestions. if your muse would not want to discuss this topic, feel free to talk about whatever you wish.

forrest (@bruniatrobaire) & forde (@renaisguy) topic: you have been stranded in the desert. assuming you have the foresight to have chosen two items to help you, which would you bring?

tormod (@arcelerity) & leif (@diadic) topic: discuss your hometown.

dwyer (@apathynoir) & poe (@loveevangelist) topic: critique the other’s personal style.

elise (@nohrslittleflower) & niamh (@boundlesschaos) topic: if you could speak to one animal, which would you choose?

petra (@calderosea) & edward (@justices-blade) topic: how would you save your current conversation partner if you were in a sandpit together, getting slowly pulled down into the abyss? or would you prioritize yourself?

sothe (@nevassan) & faye (@fiberflxwer) topic: the ideal combination of pastries and beverages.

ike (@ofradiances) & raven (@peerlessscowl) topic: fear.

sylvain (@gauldheri) & goldmary (@flaurum) topic: choose between money, love, and power.

xander (@chevaleri) & farina (@making-dough) topic: tea or coffee? why?

nils (@carmennivis) & freyja (@foreversnightmare) topic: preferred ways to pass the time.

seliph (@virtuoustyrfing) & rosado (@rozyrne) topic: favorite flower

andrei (@ulircursed) & saizo (@saizov) topic: there are twelve orphans in a burning building. there are five adults who have a proven history of enacting positive social change that are being attacked by ruffians. you may only save one. choose.

erk (@adalrikr) & sothis (@sublimeflowoftime) topic: saints. yes or no?

duessel (@obsidiendo) & eremiya (@motheruin) topic: cleanliness of your room and your person.

(tumblr has set a limit on the number of people that can be tagged in one post, so this had to be split into two, if you do not see your muse's name, check the other post)

#toalovehypothesis2024 #⁺ . ✕ ◞ out of character ⋅

[motheruin]

EREMIYA ( EREMIAH ) AHAVA, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery!

#MOTHERUIN ━━━ private roleplay blog for Eremiya of Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem ( FE12 ); interpreted & loved by Elix ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with the Officers Academy as a faculty member.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Eremiya being written after the canon events of New Mystery of the Emblem, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be # fe12 spoilers to avoid them.

hired at Garreg Mach Monastery as a counselor ( for the youth and seeking / troubled families ) and a dutiful church attendant, Eremiya arrives in Fodlan for a reason unknown to herself. though her heart yearns for salvation in the light of the archbishop; she is a monster that has not been declawed; the voice of Gharnef demands a second chance from his puppeteer. in the conquest of what? that, she does not know.

though the curse of corruption has been lifted from her mind, Eremiya is not a better person and, likely, will not be for a long time. the duration of Gharnef's hold on her has left a heavy impact on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. she does not understand the weight of her past actions, and after being alienated from the people she once loved, will not know how to fit herself within a community. her words are venomous and there is no denying the disdain she holds for everyone around her. let it be known that the development I have planned for Eremiya is based on time and will only be seen IC gradually.

likewise, Eremiya is a villain that will not be redeemed on this blog. I do not like how her character was handled in NMotE and, in the hopes of writing her properly, will not shine a light on the crimes she's committed despite the misfortune that was her backstory. I do not believe that Eremiya is a good person and would rather forgo any discussions on her "actually deserving more sympathy" or "needing to be treated more kindly". ( re; you being hurt in the past does not mean you can hurt people later and not face repercussions. does not matter if you were brainwashed or corrupted. ) this will be elaborated on in future meta and headcanon posts.

more minor than the previous bullets but I have written Eremiya as being dark-skinned. my actual edits of her FEH art will be posted or linked once they're done but, until then, feel free to ask me for the specific tone / shade her skin is. whether for descriptions, art, or just general knowledge, I do not mind! just remember to not reference her skin being pale or fair or light and we're good!

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORT PAGES.

TAGS.

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to love is to be deemed a ruination ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ a forgotten sanctuary; an orphanage ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ in the hands of his puppeteer ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood must mourn ・ ��� 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the bishop known by her shadow ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ love is sacrifice; sacrifice is love ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ the flaw we call memory ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

#♡ ・ pinned post. #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to love is to be deemed a ruination ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ a forgotten sanctuary; an orphanage ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ in the hands of his puppeteer ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood must mourn ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the bishop known by her shadow ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ love is sacrifice; sacrifice is love ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ the flaw we call memory ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . #♡ ━━━━━��� ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[ruinakete]

☽ ・ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━━━ ooc post.

hello everybody! with my formal return to the dash sent to the masterlist, I thought it only necessary to make a post regarding my muses; interpretations, changes, mission board prompts, etcetera. we'll tackle only one of these as of right now since I'm already late on the mission board—

LONG STORY SHORT? recent events have made me unsure of myself and, unfortunately, I can tell that those insecurities are bleeding into my portrayals now. I apologize if my writing seems weaker than before because of this; it's something I simply have to work through to get fully comfortable again.

—simply know for the other listed points that, after threads are cut down for one muse, a cap of five per character will be set for all and a schedule will be implemented properly next week, as I've been slacking with reply times.

as always, I'm never the one to step first when it comes to thread statuses, so if you'd like a thread dropped, please let me know! no hard feelings! otherwise, I'll continue under the assumption that all interactions are a-go. concerning the mission board, feel free to claim a thread via DMs on Discord ( @ barelyelix ), since I do not check for Tumblr IMs and I sometimes overlook server pings. down below are the prompts I'm looking for, though my interest may exceed these:

━━━ MISSION BOARD: SHOWCASE !

ZEPHIA? @ here

none, as her character is the one I am now most unfamiliar with. not open for any new non-event threads until mid-May.

EREMIYA? @motheruin

FAITH +1: the specifics of this idea need to be fleshed out more but I am interested in exploring Eremiya's fear of fire and how it subconsciously ties into religious ideals and the life of magic. whether or not they save a maiden, her main intention is to selfishly steal the spell's makings for herself, despite it just being shown off for this occasion and nothing more. (GOLDEN DEER REQUIRED)

BOOMS: of course, Eremiya will do everything in her power to report the group; they're more than a disturbance, they're taunting. however, she'll begrudgingly require a partner who is like-minded as she, since the sudden bursts of fire in the air are hardly... tame, and productivity will not prosper if she remains uneasy with every passing image of a spiraling rocket. or you can be a BOOMS enthusiast stopping her before she snitches.

otherwise, she will only be open to pick up one new non-event thread come May.

EMMERYN? @emblemartyr

HEAVY ARMOR +1: has anyone ever sat a pirate down and asked them how they felt? no? alright then, Emmeryn's interested in serving as a more, pacifist diplomat between the Leicester Alliance and the pirates. no one acts so recklessly without a reason, right? has a grievance between the two parties caused the rift? besides, the fortified sea vessels will keep her, her partner, and the crew safe. hopefully. long enough to enjoy the ride, at least! (GOLDEN DEER REQUIRED)

FAITH +1: something something persecution... religious corruption.... something something fire and sacrifice.... insert sun metaphor..... curiosity equaling bravery and the opposite....... me and Emmeryn want the skill point, further plotting necessary (GOLDEN DEER REQUIRED)

PHOTO-ARTIFEX: a way to keep memories trapped within an image? perfect! Emmeryn's all too happy to volunteer herself for testing! she doesn't mind who wishes to help either since she mainly wants to see how well the machine works, and if she can satisfy the gaps in her memory by creating new, frozen-in-time moments she can never forget. also not against swaying volunteers who only want to help technical-wise and not have their pictures taken.

SWORD +1: half for the point and half because I am absolutely enamored by the return of the silly rat orchestra MSKMWNSDJ it's highly possible that Emmeryn was dragged into this, as her place in the town may have been too far from the monastery to notice students going missing; plus, she doesn't fit the criteria of victims, per se! of course, her first idea is speaking to the culprit, so your muse may have to be bait unless they mistake Emmeryn for a student. she won't let anything happen to you so no worries! worst case scenario, the culprit can't understand the common tongue and we have to play instruments to communicate.

always open for threads, as of now! necessary to bounce her voice testing off of someone else, whether mission board or otherwise.

#☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ a bleeding dragonstone; her heart crystal ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . #passing out after this i'msotired #i did see a few muses i wanted to poke for eremiya and emmeryn so i'll recheck once i wake up from a night nap #need to catch up at a comfortable pace before everything so i wanted to start early and not miss anything else orz

[pryings]

once again, there comes a signal that it is time to change tables once more. the last round is about to begin.

12PM. EST FEB 18 - 11:59PM FEB 19 ROUND THREE.

knoll and hubert help people along, assisting stragglers with finding their seats.

"this time, we will be testing the efficacy of questions that, in prior rounds, resulted in mutual approval," knoll says. "you will not be assigned a question you got before, but rather, one that elicited a good response from someone else. please do your best with these topics."

"be sure not to disappoint us," hubert adds.

niamh (@boundlesschaos) & sara (@shadoll) topic: you have been stranded in the desert. assuming you have the foresight to have chosen two items to help you, which would you bring?

deirdre (@nagaficat) & duessel (@obsidiendo)  topic: choose between money, love, and power.

louis (@etrefleurbleues) & lachesis (@pridedprincess) topic: cleanliness of your room and your person.

edward (@justices-blade) & forrest (@bruniatrobaire) topic: what does the word love mean to you?

sothe (@nevassan) & arval (@laruarva) topic: what is justice?

sylvain (@gauldheri) & dimitri (@blaiddllodi) topic: you have no idea what’s at stake here, do you? will you fight, or will you perish on your knees like the rest of them?

shez (@partnerindestiny) & yarne (@taguelbunnyboy) topic: favorite place to unwind.

elise (@nohrslittleflower) & tormod (@arcelerity) topic: critique the other’s personal style.

forde (@renaisguy) & andrei (@ulircursed) topic: what are the socio-economic consequences of increased banditry? pros and cons, please.

forsyth (@viridescent-lance) & goldmary (@flaurum) topic: if tasked with healing an injured stranger, how would you respond?

hilda (@delicatevalentine) & jakob (@indevouement) topic: describe your ideal vacation.

rosado (@rozyrne) & caspar (@berglietz) topic: is it important for a couple to have similar ideals?

eremiya (@motheruin) & farina (@making-dough) topic: would you be a good parent? why or why not?

(per usual, if you don't see your muse's name, check the other half of this post!)

#toalovehypothesis2024 #⁺ . ✕ ◞ out of character ⋅ #dropping this a little early because i have things to do today :pray: forgiveme

[pryings]

as the first round comes to an end and conversations begin to die out around you, you are shuffled quickly and efficiently to a new set of tables, facing a new conversation partner.

"you've done very well," knoll says, trying to sound encouraging.

hubert's words are perhaps less encouraging. "you have exceeded expectations. we've been provided data that we can no doubt use."

either way, round two is about to begin. take a look at your partners, and read your conversation topic.

12pm. EST Feb 16 - 11:59pm Feb 17 ROUND TWO.

we hope you are enjoying your stay.

sothis (@sublimeflowoftime) & louis (@etrefleurbleues) topic: discuss the merits of the noble horse when compared to the revolting pegasus.

xander (@chevaleri) & goldmary (@flaurum) topic: is it important for a couple to have similar ideals?

sothe (@nevassan) & nils (@carmennivis) topic: swords, axes, or lances?

seliph (@virtuoustyrfing) & linhardt (@pridelessdaydreamer) topic: local sights you enjoy.

freyja (@foreversnightmare) & shez (@partnerindestiny) topic: this just says 'shez'

forrest (@bruniatrobaire) & sara (@shadoll) topic: music and dancing

hector (@braveryinblue) & zephia (@ruinakete) topic: how long would you attempt a game of chance, if it meant eventually winning the grand prize of the game?

sylvain (@gauldheri) & selena (FE8) (@fluxrspar) topic: an invasive force has been moving across each country, eventually coming to your door. you learn that the head of this force is a person you originally admired a great deal, but his actions are now putting your people in danger. assuming you had any means at your disposal, how would you deal with the threat this person poses?

minerva (@reddragonprincess) & lachesis (@pridedprincess) topic: is true love real?

raven (@peerlessscowl) & poe (@loveevangelist) topic: two interesting truths and one compelling lie.

eremiya (@motheruin) & jakob (@indevouement) topic: plans for the future.

yarne (@taguelbunnyboy) & tormod (@arcelerity) topic: least favorite foods.

dwyer (@apathynoir) & rosado (@rozyrne) topic: childhood aspirations/goals compared to current ones.

(as with last time, this had to be split into two posts. if you don't see your muse's name on this one, refer here.)

#toalovehypothesis2024 #⁺ . ✕ ◞ out of character ⋅