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[hotheadhero]

——  OWL FEATHER RECEIVED !

                 “ a feather from a messenger owl that can be used in a variety of ways.                                                      appreciated by everyone. ”

reblog this with what your muse uses owl feathers for in the tags !

#ooc #dash game #// besides the obvious quill or bookmark use #// Cas 100% saw a performer with a flamboyant feathered tricorne hat and wants to recreate that #// he has a hard time keeping found feathers clean if they end up outside his box though #// if he found any as a kid he probably stuck them in his hair for games #// long feathers e.g. ring-necked pheasant are used to tickle napping people lmao #// war phase they're used for practical things only #// unless he actually makes it to completing that feathered tricorne #// in which case that's a fantastic nostalgia piece

[hotheadhero]

WAR AND PIES

cynthero·:

final score

☆ —       evening has fallen in fódlan. everywhere she walks, she smells sweet sugar and fruity filling long splattered across the floors. pie still clings to the walls. 

      [...]

      “two-for-two, huh, caspar?” cynthia teases. “anyways, good job everyone! team cynthia, you’re on clean up duty! i already told all the staff i could find to go take a vacation for the day!” mostly groundskeeper mozu though ‘cause she really didn’t need that lady yellin’ at her again. last time it took forever and she didn’t really even understand what she was saying in the first place. too many weird farming metaphors. “everyone else, come with me! let’s go to the baths. i have got fruit in places that fruit should not be! i didn’t let lucina cook this time! or,” hm, it didn’t seem fair to let everyone else clean before they could eat. “alright, everyone come with me! let’s go party, then you have to clean! thanks for playin’!”

      playing, she says, as if she didn’t enable at least a quarter of the student body to commit pie-related war crimes.

Garreg Mach is a sweet and sugary mess by day’s end. Even though last time, he and Cynthia had both agreed that they would never do this again--well, here they were, and even if Caspar hadn’t had any role in planning the shenanigans this time, he’d still pounced on it the moment he knew it was going down. Really, then, he hadn’t learned anything at all since that time long ago, and judging by the look of bright-eyed, bushy-tailed bliss on his face, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cynthia calls for their attention then with a... rather unconventional shriek (did she really not have it in her to whistle?) and he snaps to attention, trying his best to forget that godawful noise. The only part of the announcement that sticks was the color designations: Team Cynthia was white; Team Ain-the-whatever had black; and he was on that second team, judging by a quick glance at his arm.

He’d apparently drifted close enough to Cynthia in the midst of her speech for her to spot him and wave, effectively beckoning him closer. “Two for two, huh, Caspar?” she teases.

“Two for two?” How? While he did remember enough of last Piemageddon (once he thought past the ignominy of being the very first to fall, anyway) to recall that it had been Cynthia’s team, not his, that won, where had win number two come from? Hadn’t Cynthia just said that her team was on cleanup duty? “But didn’t you just--?”

A stray glance at the ribbon in her hand not long after he opened his mouth, and then he shut it again. Oh. Oh. So that’s what the alphabet-salad name had been! A slow, incredulous grin spreads across his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Cynthia, you clever minx! Did you do that on purpose?” he teased back. “Our team was just your name spelled backwards, wasn’t it? And by setting yourself up on the ‘backwards’ team, you guaranteed you’d win no matter how it turned out." It wasn’t a question; honestly, he had no idea how it had evaded him beforehand now. The boy smiles wide as he offers a fist to bump hers in celebration. “You win again,” he admits with a laugh, “but at least this time I managed to win too, and we don’t have to clean the campus this time! And--!”

... And I managed to not get KO’ed in the opening act. He cuts himself off just in time. It... wouldn’t be very tactful of him to say that to her now, would it, not when he’d been the one to take her out, not when they’d been on the same team all along. Still, he can’t exactly leave it completely hanging; his gaze turns sheepish and flicks briefly away. “Sorry I nailed ya back there,” he apologizes. “If I’d’ve known...”

Would it have changed the outcome? In this chaotic biannual pastime they’d apparently created, all was fair in pie and warfare. If she didn’t take it too hard, then he wouldn’t either... right?

At any rate, Cynthia seems ready to go straight to the aftermath party, even inviting the cleanup crew in on the fun. Caspar is only too happy to join in--but did she really have to remind them of all the different unmentionable places they’d gotten the various pie-parts lodged in? “You don’t have to say that twice!” he agrees, turning to trot off to the baths.

(Only later does he realize how fucking cold the water in the bathhouse is now. Just where in Goddess’s name had all the hot water gone?!? He had never gotten out of a bathtub so fast after cannonballing in (nor experienced so much regret in one moment); and even after he’d dried as much of himself off as possible, that was still the most bitterly fucking cold sprint across campus he’d ever done. No way he’d get that water hot anytime soon on his own, especially if the rest of the dedicated staff had already been dismissed for the day; he needed a mage to help him heat this up, and it was just as well that he knew exactly where to find one easily. Thank the Goddess Linhardt knew how to cast fire spells, he muses, laying back in the bath and trying to work some feeling back into his toes. Maybe after all this, he’d reconsider shirking all his magic classes. Next time.)

#piemageddon2 #aftermath #// a long-winded reply to say stuff to cynthia and get caspar into one more mess to round out the day XD #// thanks for heading this! ilu~ <3

[hotheadhero]

He’d only wanted to run to the fields to blow off some steam after getting hit so unceremoniously painfully by someone who didn’t even have their glasses on. There was a nice blackberry bush in the gardens just past the stables that, if it wasn’t too frozen, would calm him down if he just sat there long enough (realistically not long, since his cold tolerance was not the best), but as he drew closer, since when had there been a catapult here? And, on closer inspection, there was already a pie preloaded and a handful more nearby...

The boy looks around once. Twice. Then with a devious grin perhaps touched with a hint of the maniacal, Caspar cranks the mechanism, fires, and keeps firing.

After a little while, all the pies were gone, flung to Goddess knows where inside Garreg Mach. Man, that was cathartic.

Just wanted to capitalize a bit on Cynthia laying catapults everywhere, lmao. Indiscriminate shooting, flavor-pie only: Anyone and EVERYONE can reply to this if they like, though preferably only already-DQ’ed peeps will reply.

#piemageddon2 #// flavor pie only! don't reply if you're still in

[hotheadhero]

When he finally cleared the gunk out of his eyes, he could finally see who it was that’d done him in. Annette. He’d seen her flying across the warzone even more than Tethys today, dodging pastries with what was clearly the devil’s luck, nailing people right back perhaps more often than might be expected of a frail mage. When their eyes met, Caspar fell to his knees theatrically. “No! You got me!” he wailed. “I just wanted... One last pie...” He punctuated his words by flopping backwards onto the floor... narrowly avoiding planting the back of his head into something squishily suspicious resting atop the hardwood floor.

Yet another narrow miss to round out a day full of them.

If his theatrics made her worry, the bemused grin on his face defused them. If he had to strike out, she was one of the better ones to strike out to. “Good one, Annette,” he told her when she approached. “Avenge me, will ya?”

Whether she did or didn’t, ‘twas fun while it lasted.

"Caspar might like this pie." Annette thought as she picked up a mincemeat pie from the table in the dining hall. "Oh there he is now!" she whispered to herself and threw the pie at him before it was too late.

No warning. He had no warning whatsoever.

One would think someone as prone to kitchen accidents as her would be more noisy than this, but alas, just as he returned to the kitchen to restock, someone--or more precisely, something, meaty and savory--caught him full in the face. Another meat pie--but alas, it was as doomed to be wasted as the first, for with his arms full, Caspar’s first instinct is not to snatch and eat it, but to flail, and wildly. Just his luck that he happened to be so close to the ammo table when he did, for his hands smack blindly against something with enough force to send it flying in the general direction of his assailant. 

#piemageddon2 #l-bloomed-overachiever-l #// already out just wanted a closer here

[hotheadhero]

As Claude prepares to snipe Caspar, he considers how sweet revenge comes in many forms. This one is in the form of a pie arrow (mincemeat edition), fired from a bow from the safety of higher ground as Caspar runs to get his next victim.

Don’t get him wrong; Caspar really appreciates the adrenaline sharpening his senses that enables him to dodge basically everything everyone’s thrown at him thus far.

He just really hecking wishes his senses would get sharper so that he’d stop having all these damn near-misses.

Whether it be instinct or whatever cruelly fanciful spirit was protecting him now, the hairs on his head prickled and he hops back, narrowly evading another hit. Oily globs of meat slick past his nose, close enough for him to feel the breeze (and grease) from their passage. An arrow? Even with its tip generously buried in and cushioned by meat, he didn’t want to think about something that might feel in his head.

The shot came from above, but when Caspar craned his neck up, he couldn’t see who or what had assaulted him on high. In a moment’s glee (or delirium?), he sang, “Missed me, missed me, now you gotta--”

(Of course, he would pay for that line not long thereafter.)

#piemageddon2 #boundlesshart #// set during a time before Cas struck out bc last line #// by order of answering tho way to kick a boy when he's down

[hotheadhero]

So many chaotic meat lovers played the game. Ingrid got hers, and Ignatz got vengeful. Of course he remembered the cantrip, he'd never forget it even in 5 long years. "Caspar!" He waved for the other's attention, "For you! Nice and special!" Mayhaps he was trying to mimic strong Caspie, but he tossed that tin with every muscle he had (which still wasn't much).

Karma’s a bitch, man.

Of course everything had to come crashing down someday, and how. He'd barely gotten done clearing the remains of Annette’s mincemeat pie off his face, barely finished wolfing down the gingersnap cupcake he’d pilfered from the kitchen to replace the one he’d thrown at Azura’s child (Didn’t he deserve some kind of reward for lasting as long as he did? he’d thought when he saw it), when he hears the innocuously friendly voice. Looks up... just in time to see the vicious pie suddenly hurtling his way.

He doesn’t even have time to dodge, and Ignatz had thrown it with enough force that both his chin and he go staggering back a step. He thought glasses guys were typically weak. Had Ignatz always been that physically strong?

“Ow! Why, you--” His arms tense before he remembers: He’s already out. He’d even left the kitchen without any pastries in hand... and it’d be kinda mean to bean him again after he’d--

He scrubs the pie-gunk off his face. Squints.

Wait a minute. Did Ignatz not have his glasses on?

Did Ignatz just bean him dead-on without his glasses on?

The indignity of it all! Caspar elected not to move, and instead tried his best to focus on his breathing. Of all the ways to be kicked when he was already down--

#piemageddon2 #knightbytrade #// fucking rip caspar

[hotheadhero]

"Caspar might like this pie." Annette thought as she picked up a mincemeat pie from the table in the dining hall. "Oh there he is now!" she whispered to herself and threw the pie at him before it was too late.

No warning. He had no warning whatsoever.

One would think someone as prone to kitchen accidents as her would be more noisy than this, but alas, just as he returned to the kitchen to restock, someone--or more precisely, something, meaty and savory--caught him full in the face. Another meat pie--but alas, it was as doomed to be wasted as the first, for with his arms full, Caspar’s first instinct is not to snatch and eat it, but to flail, and wildly. Just his luck that he happened to be so close to the ammo table when he did, for his hands smack blindly against something with enough force to send it flying in the general direction of his assailant. 

#piemageddon2 #l-bloomed-overachiever-l #// RIGHT as I RNG you as a target I get this in my box lmao #// cut off here bc this can serve as that ask right?

[hotheadhero]

"Huh, you again." Gaius encounters Baby Blue once more, and he still looked pretty clean. That can only mean one thing... "Catch!" He throws his last on-hand meat pie and makes a run for it, just in case this time around he catches and throws it back.

Dodge? 10 = no

Survive? 19 = yes!

The shout of warning is more than enough to cause Caspar to dodge. Maybe. He’s got to stop getting these near-misses, they’re giving him palpitations--!

The splat he hears somewhere behind him tells him whatever was in that pie, he would not have liked to get pied by it. And when he turns around--oh come on, it’s a meat pie???

“Hey!” he shouts at the ginger thief’s rapidly retreating form. “I would actually have liked to eat that instead!”

Maybe if he’d been pied somewhere less well-trodden, he’d’ve made use of the five-second rule. Too bad he’d wasted all that time yelling in vain.

#piemageddon2 #sweettoothforhire #// gah did it again D:

[hotheadhero]

at first, they're sure they've accidentally stricken their mother with the pie. it is only upon closer inspection, as it flies, that they realize it's a stranger. robin's egg blue, they think. briefly, shigure entertains whether or not that the poor person might be related to them. perhaps a distant cousin? oh well.

Dodge? 9 = barely

Survive? 13 = yes!

Caspar doesn’t know how he manages to just happen to see the pie when it’s already flying towards him, but when he turns, some gut instinct within him fires and he drops to the ground almost in an army-crawl, pilfered pies scattering around him with the sudden move. He moves only barely quickly enough to avoid being creamed: As it is, the pie skids over his short mop, leaving crumbs and chunks of whipped cream in its wake. Just where had that--?

And then he sees his assailant. Gold eyes, blue hair. Azura? No; the hair is too short, the styling too different, but perhaps they’re related. Nevertheless, one foreigner with his same color had been surprising enough, and Caspar spends a bit too long staring before he recalls there’s something he needs to do.

#piemageddon2 #razurite #// ack forgot to screenshot the first one gomen

[hotheadhero]

Leon was going to enjoy this one. He held a cherry pie in his hands, creeping up on Caspar. He wielded the pastry maliciously, hefting it before he threw it as hard as he could at Caspar. “VENGEANCE IS YEAR ROUND, KID!”

Either whatever ninja sense had deserted him earlier had finally returned, or his sheer paranoia at having managed to survive even this long was making him jumpy. (”This” long was a relative term, given how little time he’d managed to last last time.) Regardless, Leon’s warning shout startled him badly enough to send him flying sideways, safely out of range of that damned pie.

“Ha! You’re going to have to do better than that!” he exclaimed. “Only one guy can telegraph his moves like that and come out on top!”

(Well, maybe two, but he hadn’t seen Owain yet this morning.)

The boy bounded back to his feet and disappeared in an instant. Hopefully Leon wouldn’t have enough time to register how his voice had cracked during that taunt.

#piemageddon2 #thefetchingfletcher

[hotheadhero]

"Right after catching the pie Caspar threw, Gaius pokes a finger at the delicacy to give it a taste, only to be disappointed right after. “Well that ain’t fun.” He looks disappointingly at the pie and then to the direction of whoever threw it at him. A flash of light blue catches his eye. “You might want this back!” He runs near to get an angle and throws the pie right back."

Yeesh--not only did the guy intercept his pie without even giving him the courtesy of ducking, he wasted no time in hucking the thing straight back at him. Did this guy have some kind of mad ninja reflex or something?

[Barely hit! Does Caspar stay in the game?]

[4 < 9: No! D8 Saving throw, please!]

[17 > 9 -> saved, yes!!!]

It was fortunate that Caspar had ducked back into his hidey-hole as quick as he did, for his own quick action narrowly saved him from another premature end. His reflected pie thudded solidly against his fake soil-lid shield, but that only served as partial deterrent: Centripetal force spun it around enough that he still felt some pie-cream slide across and past his cheek as he made a poor show at dodging. Gaius apparently had a mean throwing arm--and if he saw it right, he’d even managed to taste his pie before throwing it back, and did not approve.

The boy waited tensely inside his giant flowerpot until he was certain the coast was clear. Apprehensively, he wiped a bit of the cream off his face and licked it himself. It wasn’t all that bad, in his opinion, but then again, he’d heard Gaius was a connoisseur. Perhaps he had elitist tastes, or something.

Oh well. Disapproving look or not, he was not wasting truly good pie on this without good reason--but clearly he needed to work on his dodge game if he was going to last until the end this time.

#piemageddon2 #sweettoothforhire #// GOD Cas cutting it close here #// already used your save smh

[hotheadhero]

SO, IT BEGINS.

☆ —       there is nothing so delightful as the smell of old bread. rolls, pastries of all kinds, really. there’s just something that instantaneously brings her joy that she cannot quite explain. because, sure! bread was best when it was fresh and tasty, but old pastries? ooh, boy! there was nothing better. it’s with this thought that she sets down old baguettes, hard bread rolls, cookies with hard edges, cold beignets, cream pies that probably have soured and entire blocks of chocolate on one of the long tables she’s commandeered in the dining hall. it’s been a long time coming, really. she may have won the last war, but as all great heroes knew! you could battle with people all your life, but you would never really battle anyone more fierce than yourself.

      so, maybe it stood to reason that she’s made the decision to engage in ye olde fisticuffs with herself today. sort of.

      she sighs, turning her head to the clock. just a few more minutes. great. it was time to suit up. she had scattered the fliers to the winds, recruited all her finest people. and honestly, she’s not entirely sure that people will even come like she expects them to. scurrying away, cynthia manages to pull her old armor on over her uniform before securing a helmet over sable brown hair that is, for once, not in their typical pigtails. hands pull forward, then allow a pair of protective eyewear to snap back to her face. she grabs her weapon. stumbling out of dining hall a touch disoriented and clambering onto her highest perch as her scarf flutters behind her, cynthia cups her hands around her mouth and screams in the shrillest pitch she can manage.

      she scatters colored ribbons into the wind for her players to gather as her call summons the best and the brightest she’s been blessed to know ( or accidentally know ) since her arrival. “FLY MY PRETTIES!” and then she throws a chocolate pie as hard as she can in any general direction before leaping, bounding and climbing up the nearest wall and leaping over the edge. where’s she going? who knows. but no one can escape the pies.

      all this, just because she got bored of her training exercises. jeez.

this is the beginning post for piemageddon! starting now, you can start randomizing your matches. the list is on the second page of this document and rules and how to play are on the first page! please tag all your posts with #piemageddon2. all conditional players, dm me the minute your character officially ’ JOINS ’ the game! try to wait until all three of your targets have answered. use your best judgment. as always, have fun! while your weapons of choice will principally be pies, you are free to choose any pastry or bread. there is a pastry hierarchy. no, i will not give you any clarification on what that means. but, since this is piemageddon, stick to pies unless for comedic effect.

#piemageddon2 #// for the record #// THIS. IS. SPARTA!!!

[hotheadhero]

Axe to Grind (Lloyd, Caspar, Gerome)

Although paltry at best, the knights received some leads that point to a group of local bandits. Given the volatile situation in the village, it would be wise not to make too much of a scene. Borrow some of the commonfolk’s old rags and the woodcutter’s axe and infiltrate the hideout as “new recruits” to glean any information you can about the missing food stores. [Grants Axe +1]

@regalblades @forlornwyvernrider 

“This sucks!”

His outburst, however quiet by his standards, is still loud enough to earn him a reproachful stare from both his companions, but Caspar doesn’t care. They’ve trekked across the mountains far too long in this insufferable cold, bunkered down on this high freezing vantage point just to watch, and for what? The little raiding party they trailed here had already gone inside long ago, so just what were they waiting for now?! He’s had it up to here and he is done holding it in… as if his ire hadn’t already started writing itself on his face several minutes prior.

“They’re bandits; they’re the ones at fault for stealing the villagers’ grain. The group we were tracking has even already gone inside! Why don’t we just charge right in, beat ‘em all up, and bring it back to where it belongs? Why do we have to keep on spying and infiltrating outside dressed up like this?”

The boy gestures angrily at the ravine below them, inside which a few huddled bodies stand in animated discussion. The twin layers of coarse wool and brown canvas that now sheathe his arms ill befit one used to finer cloths and trim—they itch, for Goddess’s sake, like nothing he’s ever worn before. Even at his poorest he has never worn something quite so shabby. This lame getup was all Lloyd’s idea, and curse Gerome for outvoting him and agreeing to it, even if he couldn’t have expected someone he barely knew to take his side in the first place. But for all his whining, Caspar could see clear as anyone that they would have stood out too much in their church uniforms, even if they somehow turned out half as warm as these itchy rags. Not that he would admit any of that out loud.

(Goddess above, how he missed the fields of Gronder in summer. Heck, right now he’d even take Garreg Mach’s mountainous chill. Faerghus is a veritable frozen hell by comparison—how anyone could live here, let alone thrive?)

Whether his companions had simply ceased to reward his grousing or whether the howling winds had stolen the fire from his voice, neither Lloyd nor Gerome gave any further indication that they had heard him. Meanwhile, far below, another small group of bandits began trickling in, blissfully unaware of even the noisiest church-agent lurking not so far above.Pointless it would be to keep complaining, so reluctantly, Caspar finally shuts his trap and joins them in observation. His body, however, is not quite done complaining: A sneeze rings out and the boy shudders, wiping his freezing nose with a gloved hand.

“… C-Can we get out of here now?” he grumbles, voice sulky and shivering in the wind. “It’s freezing out here; that cave has got to be so much warmer. Just what are you waiting for, Professor?” Perched atop frozen elbows, he turns the haft of his axe over and over in his frozen palms, hoping vainly to breathe some life back into them before frostbite took them all.

#thread: axe to grind #regalblades #forlornwyvernrider #// sorry for the wait! #// i shake the rust from my hands

[hotheadhero]

🌴 and 🌷

🌴: a favorite canon character in my fandom + 🌷:  a song I identify with my character (also asked by @prayerwitch )

This is kinda long now, so I’ll have fave chars above and representative songs below the readmore. I recommend you click the readmore regardless XD Biased, but I have songs that miiight apply to Edelgard, Dimitri, and couples in there too.

a favorite canon character in my fandom

Within the entire Fire Emblem series, I have a huge, rose-tinted boner for most of the Archaneans, particularly Camus/Nyna (I’m well aware this is a decanonized ship, sigh), Midia/Astram, Horace, Navarre/Ogma, Roger for recruitment mechanism, Marth, Caeda, Merric, Cain, old-man Lorenz, the Whitewings (particularly Catria and/or Palla), Belf, Leiden... This is in no particular order, though Camus and Nyna are nearly untouchable as far as my favorites thanks to super-thick rose-tinted lenses. To some extent, these are also the characters I used most in my playthrough, which was also my very first experience of any Fire Emblem game in general. Alas, I was always terrible at using armor knights like Draug, even though the info I read later and his performance in FEH say he’s an amazing unit who can actually be VERY good outside his default armor-knight role.

Excluding Archanea, I tend to very quickly jump for: 

Lance boys, e.g. Ephraim, Seth, Dimitri, Percival (strictly on sight in FEH--I haven’t played his game). Bonus points if they’re kickass warriors and/or noble (social rank or ideals) or mounted (I looove range). 

Camus archetypes: Almost obligatory. Examples include Camus+, Mustafa, and Reinhardt. 

Hotheads, e.g. Kieran of the Radiant games and Caspar himself. 

Certain playboy characters, especially with more depth to them, e.g. Sylvain, purple-boy Lorenz after supports, and Ringabel (latter from the Bravely series). 

Old but tough guys are fun too, e.g. Mycen, Duessel, and old-man Lorenz.

Within Fodlan, my favorite characters are:

The entire Faerghus Four: They and particularly Dimitri are why I went BL first. Dima hits the aesthetic and classic noble lord checkbox and HEAVILY reminded me of Marth esp after one CG; Felix is “cold” yet hyper-focused and caring = aaa <3 ; I knew Sylvain had more to him than being a playboy and was not disappointed; and Ingrid was initially an aesthetic pick (was sad when she lost the braid) and if paired with Dimitri struck me as the perfect pretty/blonde homecoming king/queen couple at a glance--this may stem directly from Camus and Nyna also being blonde), 

Caspar: adorable doofus, though my love of him definitely grew as a result of hanging around here so long

Petra: such incredible drive; wish I could match it

Marianne: her war aesthetic appealed to me esp because it was such a confidence change from academy phase

Constance: huge visible personality change -> I really want to dig into it more

Lorenz, Claude, and Leonie grew on me as a result of later readings and TOA. (Edelgard too, though something about her still rubs me the wrong way and Idk exactly what it is...)

a song I identify with my character

Uh... tbh, I so rarely listen to music in general, let alone while writing, that I couldn’t give you a song that I STRONGLY identify with Caspar. When I designed video games, I kept a list of songs that hit a certain Mood, so maybe I can think of some of those...? The following list will come from skimming through my offline music archive.

It might be cheating because I just happened upon this, but Denny Schneidemesser’s Dreams of Flight symphony, e.g. Mvt2: Dreams of Flight (starts around 2:50 there or separate video here), could fit Caspar. It sounds bright and adventurous, well-representative of Caspar’s unerring tendency to keep moving forward now matter what cards he’s been dealt.

Denny’s Tiny Nomad has a similar bright/adventurous energy, but sounds more... little-man, somehow? (Seems it went to a cartoon featuring a mouse, sooo XD) Fits, honestly, lololol.

Denny’s Limitless from 7:15 in this demo reel could work for a post-/late-war Caspar who’s realized his full potential and is fully secure in himself and his role in and out of war. Possibly also one where he, not Julian, takes over the role of Minister of Military Affairs.

Phoenix Wright: Objection! (Dual Destinies): Sounds bold and bright enough to possibly work for Caspar. This IS Nick’s theme, but Caspar himself is more in-line with Apollo Justice. Chords of Steel--need I say more? XD

Journey’s Dont Stop Believin’: Lyrics indicate a clear striving. The only lyric song already on my phone that could remotely suit Caspar.

The below don’t apply to Caspar SPECIFICALLY, but they evoke specific moods I’d love to use someday.

Beethoven’s Symphony 6 Pastorale (song has movement timestamps in the description): Would love to use this for an “exploring the countryside” thread/oneshot someday. It’s got it all: Rolling hills with galloping horses (1) and babbling brooks and birdsong (2), staying with the locals in said rolling hills (3), a dreadful thunderstorm (4--and y’all know how well THAT’ll go over with Caspar XDD), and post-storm celebration (5)... The plot kinda writes itself!

Similarly, Denny’s Morning Adventure writes itself in the song. Even includes a “wake up” sequence. tbh, I think it was partly influenced BY Beethoven; I can hear a sort of “wilderness flute” inside it within the first minute that also appears in Symphony 6.

Incidentally, I’d highly recommend everyone look at Denny’s work. I discovered him on DeviantArt (over 4 years ago, well before it all went bad, lol), and his stuff all hits specific moods; it’s great! I have the demo reel above; there’s a Veni, Vidi, Vici that I could easily imagine on Edelgard, for instance; Love in a Nutshell is great for young/springtime love; and The Flow of Water is so peaceful.

Thomas Bergersen’s Empire of Angels: tbh, I clicked on this one purely by name, but I’m a sucker for angel-evocative things. This and one other song on my list remind me of specific things I want for my old angel OC. (Perhaps this song could apply to Dimitri?)

#munday #anonymous #prayerwitch #answered #// thanks for the ask! #// what a trip down memory lane XD #Anonymous

[hotheadhero]

🌻 !

a character I wish to write with

How cliche to say “everyone” XDD I definitely would love at least one completed thread with everyone in Fodlan (housemates and “heroes”, especially Crested ones, are the easiest I can imagine plots for), but beyond that, I would generally love to write a thread with either a knight figure Caspar would admire the heck out of (Camus would be terrific, for instance, but this is old-bias motivated and I guarantee he’d get Tired of Cas’s shit so fast XD), or a himbo/etc type he can clown around with. Cas discovering the secrets of shapeshifting with any shifter is a p neat idea in general (though shifters have good reason to be secretive); and I’m easily intrigued by secret identity threads (though the one I’m supposed to start soonish would have Cas pretending to be a burglar and HATING it XD) Alas, I’m terrible at coming up with plots on a good day, and it’s even more difficult when the partner character isn’t from Cas’s home continent... Halp? /shot

#munday #answered #darklingdragon #// thanks for the ask!

[hotheadhero]

trickormemes:

Send me a symbol and I will tell you…

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve 🌹 = my opinion on your character 🌻 = a character I wish to write with 🍀 = a ship I wish to write 🌼 = a song I identify with your character 🌷 = a song I identify with my character 🌱 = a plot I want to write with you 🌲 = if I ship our characters together 🌴 = a favorite canon character in my fandom 🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom 🌾 = my opinion on OCs 🍁 = my opinion on multimuse blogs 🍄 = my opinion on crossovers 🎄 = my opinion on AUs 💐 = my favorite part about the fandom 🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

#meme #ooc #// are these munday asks? lets pretend its still monday #// if i'm going to keep wandering briefly back to dash why not make it productive

[hotheadhero]

Sapphire Beacon: What kinds of things inspire your muse and does your muse tend to inspire others?

(Cleaning the few VERY old asks out of my inbox. This was dated to early March, around the last time I reblogged this meme, but only now did I think of something competent to say...)

Kneejerk answer: Caspar is inspired by heroes. Their valor, their badassery, their noble/chivalric values... Just look at his initial reaction to Catherine XD as well as his heavy admiration of Count Gilead von Bergliez, the Adrestian War Hero (and his various war exploits and how he treats his soldiers like men and comrades). No matter how little or much he hears of him, Holst falls under this umbrella too. On another note, I’ve mentioned in some previous post that Caspar’s favorite books (and he’s not at all a reader) are hero stories, and that he will occasionally read them alone in his room when no one’s watching.

Somewhat more thoughtful answer: Caspar is inspired by people who follow their principles and/or what’s “right”. It doesn’t matter so much whether said principles benefit him directly (indeed, he takes offense to the idea that Edelgard thinks him a victim of (and someone who can benefit from) the system she wants to destroy). Thus, any of the lords will inspire him if he hears (enough) about their ideals; he admires Petra when she doesn’t kill him in their A (recall that he didn’t ever think she would be wrong for committing to it in their previous supports); he expresses admiration of the size of Raphael’s heart in their B... I could probably go on, given enough time.

Does Caspar inspire others? He definitely did, in at least one previous thread here. I think the vast majority of my other threads have been less (emotionally) impactful than that one (comic/”not emotional” threads come much easier nowadays orz), though you could argue that he “inspired” Celica to reconsider her blanket, negative perspective on all bugs in their ongoing thread. Canonically, he definitely inspired Annette (to not obsess over small things so much), at minimum.

#answered #headcanon #about: muse #regalblades #// literally 5000 years later orz #// 3/3 extremely old asks IM DONE