fellpurpose

[fellpurpose]

by the pricking of his fell thumbs. what manner of delicate flower stands before him, wilting at the mere suggestion of improvement? bernadetta von varely is as thin-skinned as a peeled onion, unable to bear the slightest hint of critique without withering away in self-pity.

if she were a vessel, she would surely sink under the weight of even the gentlest counsel, for her ego is as fragile as glass, shattering at the merest inkling of advice. and gods forbid an attempt to sculpt her into a better form! it would be as fruitless as teaching a stone to weep.

but damn it all, he'll try.

"slow burn?" he repeats, incredulous. "ha! you're mistaken. you've confused it for sluggishness. the term refers to a deliberate and calculated pacing, akin to the kindling of a fire, which gradually builds to an inferno of narrative intensity. to misconstrue this deliberate pacing as an excuse for stagnation is to misunderstand the very artistry of storytelling."

odin pauses. a thoughtful furrow forms on his brow as he folds his arms across his chest, contemplating her with a newfound depth. he watches keenly, noticing the subtle shift in bernadetta's demeanor. there is meekness in the way she averts her eyes, and her voice, soft now, carries an undertone of vulnerability that strikes a chord within him—

— reminding odin him of a time when his own armor was not yet forged. when wounds of criticism cut deep and took eons to heal.

he remedies this with a long sigh, dropping the edge previously spoken with. "...i suppose i've been too hard on you. i don't mean extinguish the flame of creativity with such a heavy hand. we're all apprentices in the craft of creation, and the journey is rarely without its stumbling blocks."

odin adjusts his footing, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "a good writer knows not be discouraged by the rough terrain of the early chapters. therein lies the opportunity for growth and refinement." and now, he offers her a tight lipped smile. "it's a good start. the prose itself is impressive. you have a talent for imbuing even the most mundane occurrences with a profound sense of wonder and enchantment. that goes a long way in captivating the imagination. not everyone can pull it off."

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#✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ bernadetta #✦ •・ THREAD ─ that time my teacher got reincarnated as a fire amulet fan #hermidetta #BERNADETTA. look me in the eye. im the son of the witches u couldnt burn (or stone to death) #this is what my parents thought id sound like fresh out of art school

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in the soft caress of verdant boughs, beneath the cloak of whispering leaves, odin spots a figure in slumber's sweet embrace.

he approaches cautiously, steps light and agile amidst the dappled light that filters through the forest canopy. a sudden recognition stirs within his heart at the sight of the stranger's attire—a robe that evokes memories of distant days gone by. he blinks slowly, taking in the long, dark fabric adorned with regal accents of purple and gold... and oh, that undeniable pattern...

odin's breath hitches, his eyes suddenly scouring the figure with a hopeful fervor. and there! hanging from the person's waist, a spellbook catches his eye. the blond kneels down and reaches out to touch it gingerly, shocked that he still remembers.

though weathered by time and adorned with the marks of countless journeys, there is no denying its identity. the infernal tome of scalding flames—a relic from what feels like eternity ago.

a relic he'd helped name, once upon a time.

trembling hands surprise him. odin steels himself first, inhaling sharply before he reaches out to shake the hooded figure awake. his touch first gentle, then urgent.

" ...could it be? YOU! morgan! my eternal ally-versary—! "

with ⤷ @grimatruth ⋆⋅☆⋅

sometimes i can still hear his voice.

#MORGAN!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN LOCA! #its giving chrom and robin. its giving “there are better places to take a nap....” #except morgan is being shaken shooken shooketh like a can of beans. not afforded a tender moment #✦ •・ THREAD ─ sometimes i can still hear his voice #✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ m!morgan #grimatruth

[fellpurpose]

with a weary sigh, odin sinks onto the bed's edge, his limbs heavy with the weight of battle's toll. yet still, amidst the agony that courses through his veins, he finds the strength to raise his voice in defiance. "you're wrong," he protests. "for in my gaze did they behold the FLAMES of VENGEANCE, and in my stance did they sense the thunderous fury of a tempest unleashed." a pained laugh. "they may have wounded me in the flesh, but they have yet to lay a finger against my RAGING BLOOD-!"

the rough touch of the rag stings against the wound, eliciting another grimace. "indeed, i can," he utters through gritted teeth, his voice a strained echo of determination. as odin's gaze shifts, a faint sigh of relief flits through him at marianne's timely intervention.

...though triumph is fleeting, swiftly yielding to dismay as selena is tasked with cleaning the cut. hastily, he rises to his feet, brows furrowed in apprehension. "uh, selena? what are you doing?"

@cutestrival my mother was an MD. i know what you are. a sham.

Two and a Half Idiots

#✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ marianne #✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ severa/selena #✦ •・ THREAD ─ two and a half idiots #cutestrival #cursedbluebird #GET BACK!!! GET BACK!!! LET THE PROFESSIONALS HANDLE IT!!!!!

[fellpurpose]

a strange sensation — though not foreign — swells within his chest. a mixture of warmth and fondness, paired accordingly with a tinge of longing. reunions like these have become almost routine by now, as familiar as drawing breath. no matter the ebb and flow of time, it seems there is always an old face to encounter, and despite his attempts to prepare with scripts and protocols, he finds himself faltering nearly every time.

in their later years, gerome had never been one for physical affection. nevertheless, a large grin breaks across owain's face as he sweeps an arm over the other's shoulder, pulling him in wordlessly.

thank you for not forgetting.

the embrace lingers for a few beats until owain finally pulls back to study the two. "you do," he says with a wistful chuckle. " somehow, it always sounded cooler when you said it. it used to drive me crazy. heh. but NOW—!" he flicks his cape dramatically, directing attention to his new appearance. "i've sharpened my skills to a fine edge. you'll discover that i am an opponent far more DAUNTING and FORMIDABLE since our last encounter."

he settles onto an upturned bucket for a seat, careful not to make direct eye contact with minerva. "pray tell, masked rider. how long have you prowled these hallowed halls? and when did you intend to unveil thy visage, had you not been uncovered by mine own fell eye?"

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#✦ •・ THREAD �� a stranger who could be a friend #✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ gerome #deathsdue #CLUTCHING MY HEART AT THAT LINE #GEROME.....he missed u man. bring it in....only chumps dont hug it out :' )

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double whoopie cushion in his chair

you are FORTUNATE to be favored by the very institution that restrains my wrath. had the laws of this realm not bound me, I would have unleashed upon you dire calamities BEYOND reckoning.

#✦ •・THE FELL ARTS (ic crack) #god. no one fucking takes me seriously. what is the point of being a legendary hero even #hermidetta

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it's not that he dislikes it. how could he? there's only so much that remains of his beloved mother — her ring, a piece of her staff, the brand, and of course, his name. "of course i do." in vain he tries to wipe the mud and rain out of his eyes. "it ties me to them. "

them. those with the blood of the exalt, who raised their sword and staff against the world-devouring fell dragon. heroes who died to protect him, heroes he so desperately wishes to emulate. despite the tales he weaves and the bravado he sports, odin knows that he is nowhere near as valiant as the loved ones of his past.

he follows selena's gaze, brows furrowing at the sight of the vanishing path. "you know the place better than me. i'll follow your lead." resolutely, he takes a few steps forward to test the stability of the ground with his weight. once satisfied that his footing holds, he signals that all is well to continue onward.

"...what about you?" he speaks tentatively now, words careful and measured. "you don't miss yours at all?"

of what is past.

( FRACTURE, bodyguard )

#✦ •・ THREAD ─ of what is past #✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ severa/selena #cutestrival #haha what if we held hands in the rain and wallowed in our childhood trauma :) anime protag style #but yes tho im down! always happy to play off you :wahoorat:

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"you know me too well, lord leo!" dozen more and a half, but really, who was counting?  ' bewitching oblivion ' was a decent start, but why anyone would choose to go with ' magitranscience ' was beyond him. "CELESTIAL CASCADE, SOARING SYMPHONY OF SPARKS! or even ASTRAL ASSAULT, CELESTIAL CHAOS UNLEASHED to name a few. but alas...some people know nothing of naming."

he takes slow strides to keep a respectful pace with his lord, relishing in the familiarity of leo's company. rarely did he get to accompany the prince anywhere that wasn't a war council or battlefield back in nohr — and fleeting were the moments he got to see leo as anything but unburdened.

it's a nice change, though the sentimentality goes unspoken. knowing his liege however, he wouldn't be surprised if the man picked up on it from the get-go.

odin perks up at the mention of the unasked question, meeting leo's gaze with a look of awe. heh. nothing ever got past him. "noted, milord!" a large grin follows suit. "though dare i say, we'll have much to teach them in return. would you not agree?"

a sly look — all-knowing at that, hinting at past occurrences that feel like lifetimes ago. " fódlan has yet witness the splendor of our triumphant feats, unrivaled in their magnificence! unless, of course..." his voice trails off as the thought occurs to him, "you've embarked upon legendary quests of your own accord in the meantime." and hard as he tries, there is no masking the disappointment.

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#✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ leo #✦ •・ THREAD ─ does the product safety commission know you have these? #princepsumbra #this is perfect ty for kicking us off sam!! :pleading: lord and retainer threads INDEED...my whole heart #funny bc every time odin sees leo on the dash his muse goes nuts hKJDFHGKJF he starts rattling the bars to be let out #sniffling i love them so much

[fellpurpose]

push ups were not on the agenda — but before odin can interject, the young prince commences with his regiment, leaving his onlooker surprised in turn.

instinctually, disappointment lines his face, though it quickly dissipates as odin recalls his own words ( show me YOUR idea of a spectacle! ) thus, he reminds himself, it is unfair to judge alfred so harshly.

and while the display is one severely lacking in magic and grandiose matters, odin must admit there is something there. he watches the other intently. hmmm. yes. a sense of theatrics after all, paired with an energy and eagerness that seem malleable in capable hands...

professor waits impatiently for pupil to finish. alfred finally comes to a stop, and his compliment does not go unacknowledged. odin beams, puffing out his chest. "of course it was! i have been KISSED by magic! it flows through my veins— such spells are but second nature to me."

and now, it's his turn to make a scene again. he slowly circles alfred, calculative eyes glinting with a hint of excitement. "i'll be frank with you. that wasn't what i had in mind," he starts gravely, "though you did, however, use your talents...without holding back." his golden head bows in approval. "i'll give you that. most people falter at the mere idea of a performance, inhibited by the self-restraints of the mortal affliction known to us as stage fright. but you..."

odin clears his throat dramatically. "though you lack the magic-touch, so to speak, your enthusiasm is a boon in of itself. we can make it work."

and now he spins on his heel, gesturing grandly at the impressionable prince. "NOW! all that's missing is a story behind your act. what drives it? what are the stakes at play? and most importantly, what makes the audience root for you, O' PALADIN OF PEAKED PHYSIQUE?"

the lesson doesn't end there. odin's hand flutters to his chin as he stews in thought. "i'll give you an example. BEHOLD! you, revered for your passion for push-ups and unmatched strength, step forth into a grand tournament. your noble intent is to shield your kingdom from imminent peril. yet, as you enter fate's arena, you are ensnared in a perilous maze of political machinations and envious adversaries. despite the shadows of betrayal and deceit, our valiant hero - you - must showcase thy physical might and cunning intellect to triumph over adversity and secure the dawn of a brighter morrow~! now you try. "

*oprah voice* YOU get a participation medal!

( RECOVERY, reason +1 )

#✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ alfred #✦ •・ THREAD ─ you get a participation medal #floreix #the amount of joy this interaction gives me and we're only in the beginning stages :pleading: alfred is so cute #odins already so endeared lowkey...like that aint magic but go off pushup prodigy...slay king...im vibing with ur energy.... #also no pressure to match length aster he went crazy with dialogue HKFJDHGF :crylaugh:

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he nearly trembles with delight. take the lead, indeed! that he can do, and with fervor unmatched. "it would be my great pleasure!" he exclaims, his voice tinged with exuberance. "there is no force, dead or alive, that can hide from my ALL-SEEING EYES! now, stand back and watch as i unleash my arcane prowess upon this wretchedness. give me but a second to prepare..."

odin steps back, his movements deliberate in the dim glow of the lanterns. with a solemn exhale, he closes his eyes, and allows himself to be enveloped by the ritual. his hand rises in a beckoning motion, calling forth the ancient energies of the spell. a practiced incantation falls from his lips effortlessly — yet as the echoes of his voice dissipate, anticipation curdles into bitter disappointment.

nothing.

he stands in bewildered silence, disconcerted by the inexplicable failure of a trustworthy spell. "...strange." odin's hand slowly falls to his side. "i sense everything —and nothing — all at once. this...ancient power stirs in defiance, binding our vision and rendering it inutile. a worthy foe indeed..."

and so cries the night-crow!

( FRACTURE, graveyard )

#✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ merric #✦ •・ THREAD ─ and so cries the night-crow! #ventusanimae #i threw it into DM for fun and he got literal jack shit (a 1) for this ahkjhgjdfkhg #odin dark and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day (for spellcasting) #it looks like teamwork will save us after all <3

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for a fleeting moment, odin's fervent speech dwindles to silence as he observes his old friend. as long as he's known yarne, the taguel has always been a twitching and trembling bundle of nerves.

the sight of an uncharacteristic smile brings him some solace. well deserved, odin thinks. a humble respite from the endless years of playing soldier.

"i'm sure panne would be proud of you. it seems like you're getting by just fine," odin says, surprised by the way his words soften. he finds himself reminded of a conversation from the distant past, a time when he'd been concerned about the tepid state of the world. time has certainly wrought change upon him, for he now sees the worth in respite.

he'd been foolish to think that fleeting moments of joy could ever blunt their resolve.

"i missed you as well," he says, affectionately clapping a hand onto the other's shoulder. " but hold strong, yarne-! we are no strangers to the bonds of fate. each of us remains a link on that endless, transcendent chain. i'm sure we'll see them again. by my blade, i swear it!"

and speaking of blades...

"do you notice anything different?" odin strikes a pose, tome wielded proudly. "after a lifetime devoted to the blade, i've chosen to turn my attention to the arcane. dark magic," he adds for emphasis. "powerful stuff. surely you wish to see what INSURMOUNTABLE might it has bequeathed unto me?"

Around the World

#✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ yarne #✦ •・ THREAD ─ around the world #taguelbunnyboy #smiling softly since we've got a cynthia now....manifesting the rest of the gang one by one

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he stands perched atop a moss-covered stone, diligently observing the lone figure before him. a bard, he presumes, for the music produced stirs something deep within him. it's a good thing the stranger has his back to him, for odin mouths along with lyrics of his own choosing.

his name is foretold in ancient lore, destined for greatness, forevermore! in tales yet told and songs to be sung, hark! the chosen hero's legacy has begun-!

surely, it is no mere coincidence that their paths have crossed here. with a flick of his cape, odin descends from his perch. his footsteps register silently against the soft earth as he approaches.

"good day to you, friend! tell me. do you feel the weight of destiny upon your shoulders, as i do?" he grins wildly. "indeed, the call of fate whispers to us all, beckoning us to embrace our destined roles upon this mortal stage. and yet, amidst the tapestry of our intertwined paths, there lies the potential for greatness, waiting to be unfurled like a banner in the wind." odin's head quickly bows for dramatic emphasis.

"what i mean to say is...join our club! for what greater honor could there be than to immortalize valiant deeds into the fabric which we know as the annals of history?"

will you spare a poor sinner kinner? @moriddyn ⋆⋅☆⋅

do you have a minute to talk about our lord and savior, naruto uzumaki?

#moriddyn #✦ •・ SUPPORT ─ elffin #✦ •・ THREAD ─ do you have a minute #elffin! my brother in bungou stray dogs! #my companion in code geass! #my oomfie in one piece!!

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*is evil right now* i bet you get into sub vs dub wars where you say that the subs are better. well guess what idiot. i'm copyright striking your entire family

affogado they hurt you. affogado this isnt you. you could do so much better. affogado ive heard wilted heads of lettuce speak more evilly than this. affogado wheres your passion. dont tell me theyve stamped out your spark

#toaaprilfools #odin dark is a sub TRUTHER!!! #on his HONOR

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its called using your PTO effectively

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if i'm not hatsune miku then why did i see your girl at my world tour??????

#GOTTEM! #toaaprilfools #hermidetta #shadoll

[fellpurpose]

(i'm. breakfast) YOU'RE BOTH THIS TO ME NOW

Psst~ Hey, Odin. Any chance we can put our heads together to prank Lord Leo or Lord Chrom?

girl you literally just tomato'd me

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