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//Hey everyone! I’m so sorry my replies are coming out so slow, if at all. My laptop is broken, the charging outlet got damaged. I’m using a desktop now, so i’ll be able to RP again. I’m so sorry for the absence. Like this for a starter so I can get back on track again?

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forgonefate:

what-a-cawtastrophe, iinnuleus, moneymindedmerchant, tactful-kind-daedra, 

“Yes, I believe I’ve been summoned here as someone needed assistance?”

“That is, unless I’ve gotten the memo wrong… “

  “More or less.” The sage in question lifts Hammerne, a pleasant smile on her face. “I heard your Rapier broke earlier, Lucina, and Hammerne here’s got just enough juice for you. Mind if I take a look at it?”

#forgonefate #(& the bleeding stopped) #(. hi!! sorry this is late i hope it's fine~)

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 ofexaltedblood​ // closed thread

     ❝Aren’t you a tough cookie?❞ a gentle chide as she passes her stave over Chrom’s blood-smeared leg. ❝Most people wouldn’t even have the strength to properly sit down, let alone walk all the way to me.❞ Precise hands examine his limb, needing to be certain her healing was as thorough as she.                        I can’t disappoint him. 

She sweeps sweat-slicked bangs away from his forehead and out of his vision, wanting him to be certain  she meant business.  ❝Now, that doesn’t mean you don’t need to rest, because you most certainly do. Relax for at least half an hour tonight. Sage’s orders.❞

#ofexaltedblood #(& the bleeding stopped) #(. oh my god i'm so sorry this took so long)

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//Sorry for the absence!! I was out of state with my best friend, and we went to a Con together and I ended up losing my laptop charger! D: I’ll get on my drafts tomorrow, I promise.

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 Rᴏʙɪɴ:

     Two hands presses upon the fresh wound, an unyielding slash tucked just underneath his abdomen – gushing with blood that stains his cloak with ease. When he enters the tent, he lacks the usually present auspicious air around him – replaced with dismal, seering pain coursing through a now worn and fractured body. He listens without any sign of disagreement, a muttered ‘ right ’ slipping past taut tiers; he does as told – hissing the moment new found pressure had been put upon the open gash. Lingering silence settles in bitter air, and Robin makes use of it to think of past events, situations that are pitiless in his rampant mind – and he’s quick to become sullen upon the thought of his near failure. It was a barely attained victory, with the cost of many Ylissean soldiers placed upon his shoulders. He succumbs to self deprivation, drowning in guilt as teeth grit together, and the corners of his eyes tighten with sorrow. 

     “ It… ungh! – could have been worse. “

         { ❀  } ; ;         ❝Yeah, if you were a corpse.❞ Her stave passes over Robin, the Mend taking mere seconds to close up his wounds. Gentle hands take a warm, damp cloth and dab away at the congealed blood on his face and skin. ❝Don’t move around too much just yet; you still lost a lot of blood so you’re still a little weak.❞  Her scavenge of her tent cabinets is momentary after she presents the young tactician a muffin. ❝Here. Eat. You’ll need it.❞

#grimaed #(& the bleeding stopped) #(. sorry this took a while!!)

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Sargent study x the royal family 

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Aηηα:

Faun’s voice drew Anna’s attention up and away from the regular postbattle polishing her Levin sword deserved, hand stilling in its work. What was that? Thanks for- Oh, yes! A wave of her free hand follows a smile, memory flashing back to the Risen with sights set on the other. Chance alone had helped her spot the enemy and, given the bandage on the other’s cheek, the stroke of her sword had been good luck too.

“ ーOh, that. Tee hee, no need for thanks, dear. We couldn’t have one of our favorite troops going and getting pincushion practice, hm? ”

    { ♔  } ; ;        ❝Well, I’m glad I’m a favorite to at least one person.❞” It was a surprisingly well-fought battle. Not to say the troops weren’t top notch--they were, and they worked themselves to the bone--but they were very few losses recently, and it was refreshing. There was a morbid relief in knowing she and Chrom wouldn’t have to plan the delivery of fallen Shepherds’ bodies to their families; that fewer “We’re sorry to inform you of the loss of...” letters had to be sent. ❝It’s nice to see everyone powering through this. Of course, there are drawbacks, but I think all in all, everyone’s been getting stronger.❞

#(& the scales tipped) #fortuxa

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          ;;They see no evil                         in leading their                               bodies from home

#(.promo) #(.please follow this stellar chrom omg)

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Mᴏʀɢᴀɴ:

“ Oh! Of course, I’d be more than happy to! “ Almost as fast as he could would Morgan have dropped what he was doing, quickly standing with a look of glee in his eyes. “ Would you like help in preparing it? Perhaps I may fetch the cups or help boil the water? “ 

{ ♔  } ; ;      ❝If you want to fetch the cups, that’d be great, actually.❞ Faun removed the tea kettle from the softly flickering fire. Being with her son, despite the difference in their timelines, was something she really, truly treasured. It was so refreshing, to think someone wanted to be like her, even though she successfully found flaw after flaw in herself. Yet, here was Morgan, more excited than ever just for tea.

#(& the scales tipped) #(. okie! i just wanted to make sure you were chill with it bc she IS Robin but is technically different yanno?) #(. and we can do whatever you want i'm down for anything!) #sanguinetactics

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     { ♔  } ; ;       ❝Oh, hello, Morgan. I was just about to make some tea. Would you like to stay for some?❞Faun smiled, her young tactician’s enthusiasm to learn never failing to brighten her day. Though, there’s always time for tea breaks in chasing your dreams, isn’t there? 

#(& the scales tipped) #sanguinetactics #(. thanks for the like! if you'd rather me use my alternate verse just let me know~ c:)

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          { ♔  } ; ;     ❝So, how’d you get this one?❞Faun asked, mildly impressed with the persisting scar. Lissa was a pretty talented healer, so when there were still remnants left of injuries, there was typically a good story behind it. She is Sumia’s daughter. Rings in the back of her mind, basically initiating a coin toss of what the scenario was. Fifty-percent could be from a battle, the other fifty percent from clumsiness. 

#(& the scales tipped) #(. here you go~ thank you for liking and i hope it's okay!) #heroic-rider

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#(.starter call!!) #(.waggles eyebrows at new followers)

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    Shuffling at the entrance of the Sage’s tent entices a glance over her shoulder. Ah, Robin. A fleeting relief is soon replaced with the sensation of...well, routine; the same sense one would get if they were picking up the hundredth piece of lumber to be chopped the hundredth time. Another wounded Shepherd coming to her was almost as regular to her as sleeping. Though, there’s never a time when she doesn’t feel a sharp pang of anxiety that something could go wrong. What if I don’t cleanse it properly? What if my stave breaks? What if...       Enough. I need to get to work. A sharp cut through her worries, knowing full well that she could handle this. Speaking of cut, her attention switches back to the wounded tactician. Stave in hand, she says,     ❝You’d better sit down, that one looks pretty bad.❞

#(& the bleeding stopped) #grimaed #(.here you goo~ c: i hope it's okay)

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Labyrinth - Sentence Meme

"It's not fair!".

"You have no power over me".

"______, go back to your room. Play with your toys and your costumes".

"Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tra-la-la?!".

"Come inside, have a nice cup of tea".

"What's said is said".

"But... I didn't mean it".

"Oh, you didn't?".

"I've brought you... a gift".

"Go on, go on then!".

"That's just wall! There's no way through".

"Things are not always what they seem in this place. So, you can't take anything for granted".

"Don't go that way! Never go that way!".

"What a horrible place this is! It's not fair!".

"That's right. It's not fair!".

"This was a dead end a minute ago".

"No, that's the dead end behind you!".

"I'm sorry, I was just wondering which door to choose".

"What did you have to go and do a thing like that for?!".

"It's only forever, it's not long at all...".

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    ❝Thanks for getting that archer earlier, Anna. If you hadn’t, I’d have been a goner.❞ Gratitude is offered up as Faun takes a seat near her savior in question. Feet tucked underneath her, she leans against the back of the chair. The bandage on her cheek a testament to the arrow the aforementioned archer had let loose. Anna’s quick striking down of the Risen had, luckily, skewed it’s aim for Faun’s head, and instead grazed her cheek. 

#(& the scales tipped) #fortuxa #(. hi! i hope this is okay~)

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#(. like for a starter!!) #(.for the new followers~) #(.outofdoes)

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