#vonvestra

[minorindech]

"I hear you were bested by a cleric," Hubert observes. He sits on a cot near Bernadetta's, left arm extended to the side as a medic sets to work on his burns. Disappointment is the set of his lips into a line, and nothing more. Then his brow furrows as he recalls another rumor. "And you tried to fight Linhardt as well?"

The observation is simple, to the point, and factual, like Hubert is in most things. Also like Hubert, it feels like an unexpected knife in the dark of the tent.

Bernadetta sucks in a sharp breath as she flinches in the silence that follows. Her gaze remains downward as she sits on her own cot. She couldn’t raise her head if she wanted to, and instead focuses on her bandaged arms and the peeks of pink skin she can see.

This was the part she’d been dreading, even more than the fighting. The reaction to how she’d done. Because she’d done terribly, and she was supposed to be representing her house, the empire, Lady Edelgard and she’d done horrible and the fear of her father’s hypothetical appearance had been so much of a distraction she’d completely forgotten the fear of her own housemates was so much more dangerous.

Bernadetta struggles to swallow past the familiar rising lump in her throat. Was he mad at her? He was probably mad at her. Useless Bernadetta had made all the Eagles look stupid by not only losing but losing first and they were wasting their time on her and if they didn’t kill her they were definitely going to kick her out of the Eagles for being such a horrible and useless dead weight and no house was going to want Bernadetta von Loser who got knocked out first and they were probably going to tie rocks to her ankles and toss her off the highest point of the monastery to expel her and

“I’m sorry!” Bernadetta sobs, hands flying up to cover her face. She curled inwards on herself. She didn’t want to look she didn’t want to look she didn’t want to look.

“P-please don’t kick me out of the Eagles! I-I’ll do better n-next time I sw-swear!” Her breathing is a rapid, panicked mess as she struggles to talk. “I-I can’t go home to my father, especially not if he hears about wha-at happened with Lin-Linhardt! He’s gunna kill me!”

#((haha panic! at the med tent)) #ic #hubert support #vonvestra #((good job Hubert you made her cry again)) #toaboel2021

[halfjalar]

As Edelgard had requested, Hubert conveyed her rallying message to the rest of the remaining Eagles. They are the underdogs in this competition, and Hubert knows that brute force alone won't pull them ahead. They need a strategy, but he realizes that their placement is also unfavorable, as the Deer and Lions both have the advantage of terrain. Then a snap from a branch. Not expecting an enemy so far behind enemy lines, he fires a spell into the underbrush. [Roll: 3+2 [+dex], -0HP, 3/3HP]

As the second round of the battle begins, Azelle chooses to forgo Herleifr and let his horse get some rest, going it on foot from now on. While he may lose out on fast mobility, it also has its advantages, as he ventures behind enemy lines to asses the situation.

He spots the second in command of the Black Eagles, and hesitates; that is the House in which he has, so far, held fewest lectures, and thus he is not quite as familiar with its students. The tall, black-haired man, however, emanates an aura that the Velthomer, to his displeasure, recognizes - 

          - the aura that he has, ever since arriving in Fodlan, tried to get himself familiar with and used to, repeating, like a mantra, that it is not evil, it is not evil, Salem showed you it is not evil -

A branch snaps under a careless step and the student instinctively responds with a spell fired in his general direction.

Miss; Azelle HP: 3 → 3

It looks like he attacked before actually seeing Azelle, as the strike is not aimed particularly well and the redhead avoids it just fine with a quick jump to the side, but even so, he feels his hairs standing on end.

Yep, that was Dark magic alright.

          - it is not evil, it is not evil, it is not evil - 

He straightens himself up, a deeper breath helping him clear his thoughts and gather himself back together. A quick incantation, uttered in his mind rather than out loud, summons a flame to him. An ever so faint smile creases his lips as he feels the air temperature around him rise a little.

“My, I’ve been spotted. Oh well”, he says, attempting (and likely, at least partially, failing) to sound casual, before launching his own spell at his newfound opponent.

Roll: 20, crit. Atk boon. Predicted damage: 2.5

...He may have overdone it a little.

That or he got more nervous from meeting a Dark Mage in battle than he thought he would.

...Well. Class is in session, either way.

#✩ there is joy to be found in the sound of a voice ✩ ask. #✩ mission season ✩ watchdog. #✩ invite darkness into your eyes heart and soul; all in your light’s service ✩ support: hubert. #toaboel2021 #vonvestra

[jehannanmage]

Hubert prefers to stay to the back, scoping out openings in the enemy lines and conveying them to the rest of his battalion. Or taking advantage of them himself. "We've fought alongside one another so frequently lately that I almost forgot which house has your loyalty," he says in lieu of a greeting, a smirk painting his lips as darkness begins to gather into his hand. "Let's see just how you've come with your dark magic then." [Attack roll: 14, -1HP] [Hubert's HP 3/3]

It’s that time of year again! (Sort of again. He doesn’t stop to think about the weird memories but not-memories anymore.)

He can’t help being terribly excited. He remembers struggling through this once before. How he’d made it far, he has no idea, but he’s poised to do better now. Ewan feels the surety, the buzz of confidence and control at his fingertips.

So when Hubert’s greeting comes alongside a blast of magic (magic whose taste is so familiar now he wonders at how it’s taken him so long to realize he has an affinity for it), he grins and lets fly his own spell, lances of darkness  materializing and then-- “Oof!”

He’s not sure where the dark spikes spell landed, but he suspects he’s got other things to worry about as he winces, gritting his teeth, and looks up for the next attack.

[Attack roll: 3. Miss.] [Ewan’s HP: 2.5/4]

#vonvestra #toaboel2021 #me and ewan super hyped for this: ... oh

[flowerofgoneril]

🎄 [// making up for the pocky day ask I never answered]

Hilda entered the library with a skip in her step and a sprig of mistletoe held behind her back. It was that time of year again and she wasn't about to wait until Claude happened to be standing under some at the same time she was passing by. Nope, this year she was going to find him and provide the berries herself. All she had to do was check his usual haunts and find him. The library was the first stop on her list.

Her house leader was nowhere to be found but off in the corner, at a table by himself sat Hubert. Hilda's pink lips curled into a devious grin. She was going to get her throat slit in her sleep for this for sure but it would absolutely be worth it to break through that perfectly maintained composure of his.

She held the sprig of mistletoe over his head with a giggle. "Aw look, Hubert! Mistletoe!" And with that, she leaned in and kissed his lips. She lingered, daring him to keep the kiss going.

#vonvestra #rip in peace to hilda valentine goneril

[displaced-tactician]

The B-Files || Morgan and Hubert

This was Morgan’s... second time here. At least according to her tomes. It was well known that Brigid was part of the Empire... essentially right? Morgan couldn’t see the relationship as anything other than a take over of sorts even if it was worded differently in the books. With everything Morgan wrote down in the missing 7 months she knew there would be a whole treasure trove of things here. When she heard of the local shaman trying to cure her cursed wife though, that caught her interest. 

If only Tharja were here. She’d be able to identify anything related to curses. But Morgan had the next best thing. Another dark, dower, gloomy, and borderline creepy individual named Hubert. In other words, a close enough Tharja replacement.

She trotted around the capitol looking for the tall shadow and once she found him, she made a bee line for him.

“Hubert!” She called out with a level of excitement in her voice. Was she excited? Yes! Was it because she’s get to hang out with Hubert? Partially. Mostly it was because being with Hubert tended to be hilarious and full of mysterious intrigue. 

“Help me Hubert von Vestra! You’re.... my only immediately available hope.” She pleaded as she walked up to him.

“I had some others in mind but they’re not here now so... you know. Here you are. Want to tag along and help me investigate some weird stuff going on?” Morgan asked.

@vonvestra

#like the X-Files #but Brigid #Thread: The B-Files #vonvestra #labyrinthsea2021 #labyrinthbrigid2021 #labryinthsea2021

[theofficersacademy]

Time to commit. One reservation for Berkut, RIGHTFUL heir to Rigel’s throne, please. ;)

Berkut has been reserved!

You have one week (8/14) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Bren

#berkut #shadows of valentia #valentia #fe rp #fire emblem rp #reserves #vonvestra

[wolfhednn]

IT’S A STORY ABOUT FREEDOM. — メ

          the crustaceans are rebelling, hungry for liberation from their oppressors. this makes sense, of course. actually, the whole of the wildlife on the beach are rebelling; seagrass wave their stalks in indignation, clamoring with voices heard only in inexplicable, inherent knowledge; ocean birds cry their fury, winging overhead in militant circles; shellfish clatter; horseshoe crabs scuttle up from the surf, spear-like tails jabbing at the sand; the whole stretch of sandbar rises up in revolution like a veritable army of marine life.

          he’s fighting alongside them. this, of course, also makes sense. in the same way that looking to his side and seeing the boar, as well as hubert of house vestra and a girl he’s only spoken with once but knows fleetingly as constance, the last remnant of house nuvelle, also makes complete sense.

          he’s never wielded a blade, which is what he understands the folding polearm device in constance’s hands to be. he’s never been skilled at magic. but what he does know — his fist, padded by the hollowed-out half of a coconut shell, slams into a plastic straw, which he doesn’t realize shouldn’t be so compact — is how to fight at close quarters. the soldier belonging to the lord baja blast’s men crumples to the sand, opening the way for their advance.

          ❝ we’re wasting our time here, ❞ he calls across to hubert, who, by understanding simply granted without origin, he knows to have been their tactician in this assault. ❝ where is the one leading them! ❞

» @vonvestra, @kingoftempests, or @irroche

#vonvestra #kingoftempests #irroche #﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / IT'S A STORY ABOUT FREEDOM . #﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / COLD LIGHT¸ THE SCARS OF A VINTAGE FAITH ‣ hubert . #﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / BLOOD SACRIFICE OF THE LAMB HEARTED ‣ dimitri . #﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / A NAME TO COST HALF A HEART IN RICHES ‣ constance . #this might be the single stupidest thing i have ever written LMAOOO #weirdly tho i had a dream once that was exactly like this #except it was in a city instead of the beach #and i was wielding cutlery

[boundlesshart]

‘tis the sea, son

trapped on a boat with hubert @vonvestra (+1 any weapon)

“Hubert, this is Roxane. Don’t worry, she’s trained. Roxy, meet Hubert. He’s also trained.” Satisfied with the brief introduction, Claude goes on ahead to meet with the incredulous harbormaster. Roxane flicks her tongue curiously at Hubert’s mouth and hands, hoping for any remnants of the hearty breakfast they had earlier.

Of course, the first answers that the harbormaster give him to his plan are “No” and “Absolutely Not”. When reason won’t work, Claude tries something new. He gestures to Hubert behind him, proclaiming that Hubert von Vestra, bodyguard of the Imperial Princess Edelgard von Hresvelg, is here on her orders to ensure his enjoyment and protection on his trip in Enbarr (definitely not chaperoning). And wouldn’t it be a shame, for the princess’ guest to be treated like this, never mind the heir to the Leicester Alliance?

–

After years of being one of many Almyran princes, the most scorned of them all to boot, it feels good to be able to pull rank and have it mean something for once. 

There’s a skip in Claude’s step as he returns to the boat with the last of the supplies, an extra quiver of arrows and more rope just in case. “Do you get seasick, Hubert?” he asks innocently, hoping for a rise out of him as well. He steps into their little “row” boat, rocking the vessel without much concern as he triple checks the knot on the front. “We shouldn’t be out on the ocean for too long. Hopefully. And if we do run into trouble, we’ve got Roxy to protect us.”

Claude tugs once on the rope, then looks over to the wyvern in question, perched above the docks. The long rope leads to a pole grasped in her talons. Roxanne is still young, too small to be ridden without injury, but she’s more than capable of carrying things from place to place. How hard could towing along a boat be?

Standing on the boat, with all their supplies tucked away, there’s only one thing left to do. Claude cups his hands around his mouth and shouts his order, “Let’s go!” He watches in awe, as if for the first time and not the thousandth, as Roxane spreads her wings and takes to the skies with grace. She cries out a greeting as she soars past the boat. Claude watches her, of course, and not the rope as it gets pulled forward, forward, before the line goes taut and the boat suddenly lurches as it’s pulled out of the docks. Claude stumbles, suddenly unbalanced–he falls, but he manages to brace himself on the side of the boat before going overboard.

#t. tis the sea son #vonvestra #laugh at him hubert #also hubert rolled a 4/5 on the 'does roxane like you' scale

[venalier]

PRINCIPALITY. — ♡

          under high skies of inimitable blue, free of clouds and graced by balmy breeze to rustle verdant treetops full with new bud, one of the academy’s courtyard alcoves usually reserved for afternoon relaxation and quiet tea hours ( or surreptitious romantic rendezvouses concealed within the hedges ) sees comings and goings throughout early morning to the sun’s zenith like so many worker ants collected around a burst of cherry vermilion. ❝ three extra dressers, right. it’s hard to imagine that anybody’s parents could send so much surplus. please arrange them by the rose bushes. yes, that’s fine. is that the fishing equipment i received word about? we can stack it beside the garden fixtures for now. i want to see those ornaments before you set them down; if there’s any damage, it should be seen to before trading them back out. ❞

          reminiscent of the working cardinals in flight, visiting nest to foraging twig, she crisscrosses grass and stepping stone trails, parchment catalog in hand, surveying here, systematizing there, flyaways of scarlet fluttering free each time she tucks them behind her ear. the few helpers she had managed to rally after receiving permission from the staff to set up here toil under her direction: grouping furniture, relaying orders. ready smile and quick hand greet students and faculty alike who come to examine the collection. ❝ yes, it’s no problem. you can take all of the quills. thank you, and please, spread the word. ❞

          so that when a tall, singular figure cast in black slips in as the noon hour crests and the visitor volume reaches its peak, she almost misses him. but only almost. ❝ oh, hubert, i didn’t think you’d come by too. ❞ he calls to mind the sharp of sea salt and ocean birds, of self-embodied shadows laid bare under the sun. ( of where? it doesn’t seem to matter. ) she only knows that she’s happy to see him, and like the lark, chirps and straightens, poise and esprit photosynthesized in her productivity. every inch, she deigns, perfection, from ironed blouse to lacquered nail as she readies quill and inventory for his request. ❝ what can i do for you today? ❞

            ♡   //    @vonvestra

#vonvestra #╰ ･:･ ♡ // thread › ❛ principality. #╰ ･:･ ♡ // hubert › ❛ nocturnal memoirs¸ as choosing a lesser evil by candlelight. #╰ ･:･ ♡ // heavy armor +1 › ❛ knight of dream spun plate¸ the world her aegis. #changing hubert's tag? no i never #here we go the unlikely duo

[grandeiva]

“Question for you,” Hubert begins, hands at rest behind his back. He eyes the scatter of papers across the desk. /And she’s to represent the Eagles,/ he thinks, lips pressing into a line. “Suppose a professor has been arriving to class late and ill-prepared.” Judgmental gaze lifts from the mess. “What do you believe would be the best way to achieve a work-life balance, while prioritizing the education of one’s students?” [ // :) hello manuela ]

There’s always a critic in the crowd. There’s better starts to years, more confident first steps forward, but every year, without fail, there is a singular precious darling of a student who disagrees. Teaching style, qualifications, “conduct”—she’s heard it all. It’s nothing new.

Mister Vestra is prompt in his dissent, at least. If her temple wasn’t pounding, she’d certainly appreciate the chance to bite back.

Manuela smiles, of course, clicks her tongue and stands, chin held high; the hand fluttering to her heart is perhaps a bit much, but at times, it’s best to approach some of these students with tongue firmly in cheek.

“Why, if I didn’t know any better, Hubert, I’d say you were worried about me! The concern is appreciated, but—I’m a professional, with more than a few years under my belt. Of course, if you’re offering your extra time, I won’t say no. The beginning of the year is always a shits—ahem, a mess. I’d never say no to an extra hand, especially since you’re so… meticulous. And so concerned about your classmates. We’ve got a few trips to make back to my office, so better start now!"

ASK A PROFESSOR! // Accepting!

#vonvestra #❦ || ADVICE BOX ; asks. #( (: aww hubert ((((: thanks for helping! (((((((((: )

[minorindech]

White Heron Cup

Style: 4 Choreography: 2 Technique: 4 Total: 10

This was an absolute, colossal, complete and utter mistake and Bernadetta didn’t know why she thought she could ever do this.

It had been a moment of panic that prompted her in asking Hubert to be her panic. She had been (and still was!) incredibly thankful when he said yes and she knew she wouldn’t have to be facing this alone. That didn’t make any of this any easier.

The dance had been incredibly stiff and awkward, even Bernadetta could tell as she did her best to follow along Hubert’s lead. They weren’t horrible at the basics; they both had enough practice between them to be passable at the very least, but that was it. Their entire dance was stiff and basic and Bernadetta wasn’t sure if she felt worse for herself, Hubert for being dragged down with her, or the judges for having to stand there and watch them.

As soon as they finished, Bernadetta wished she could go running off the dance floor and find somewhere to hide before anyone in the school had the misfortune of looking at her again, but they had to wait for their scores.

A ten. Bernadetta groaned. No way they would win...

Waiting for the other team’s results, Bernadetta ducked her way under Hubert’s cape. Too many eyes, too many eyes... “Tell me when it’s over.” She whimpered, covering her face as she waited.

tagging; @vonvestra @headsantails @prhyst

#ic #hubert support #ranulf support #rhys support #((If we somehow win I will be GOOPED)) #whiteheroncup2021 #toaball2021 #vonvestra #headsantails #prhyst

[lolimnotherelol]

♡ + the sea

"It is quite a long way, to say nothing of the sea that lies between here and there. Being unable to return must further add to the distance in your mind."

---

"And so they have to be strong enough to survive when the tide leaves them behind."

"Strong?" an eight-year-old Petra contemplated, her eyes studying the shrimp that threatened to scuttle away if her hand ventured any deeper. The tide pool shivered with a passing breeze so the shrimp fled anyway.

"The ocean is right there," the young princess murmured, hoping the shrimp may hear her from where it peeked is tiny head behind a large stone, "but it must seem so far away for you who cannot live outside of water.

"It must be hard to be so far away from home."

"Perhaps. But it will be returned by this time tomorrow, if the spirits permit it."

Petra hummed. There was always something new to learn from the ocean and tide pools were certainly her favorite to learn from so far, but she wasn't quite sure she could learn to turn a blind eye to how the ocean spirit could be so cruel. The thought of being separated from her family by the will of the sea filled the young girl's heart with such sorrow. She sympathized with the lonely shrimp.

"Father," Petra called, demanding respectfully but certainly not requesting. "Let's visit this pool again tomorrow."

#ask #vonvestra #hcs #drabbles #[[The hc is she's always liked studying tide pools #because they're interesting and there's always something new to discover #and I guess now she empathizes with the stranded creatures #but I got carried away #lol]]

[flowerofgoneril]

☞ Who do they consider a mentor

Oh this is a very good one. Hmmmm.

My first thought would be Holst but mentor doesn't really fit there. It's more like she has him placed on the highest pedestal of admiration and he can do no wrong. She'll never be anywhere close to as awesome as he is but she sure as shit wishes she could. Mentor implies guidance and that's not really going on there. She idealizes him. Though, he does mentor her in diplomacy in her ending with Claude which is super freaking cute and I'm so proud of her for.

Then I thought maybe Claude but again, it's not so much guidance there as it is inspiration. Being around Claude shows her that she can be a better person and gives her the confidence to grow into it. Still not really mentory though.

Canonically, Byleth mentors everyone so I guess there's that but just going with that seems like a cop out hahaha. Plus she doesn't know either of them yet here in toa.

So I guess maybe she doesn't really have a mentor. She sure could use one though, my girl is a mess. I'd love to see someone believe in her but in a way that doesn't send her spiralling down the oh god I'm gonna fuck it up and disappoint them tunnel.

#| headcanon | #vonvestra

[nobletoatea]

Practical Magic [Hubert & Lorenz]

+1 Reason Starter for @vonvestra

In any tradition there was a proper way things were done. It was something preserved, perhaps refined from time to time, but ultimately kept true to it’s original core.

This was true for the study of Reason magic- yet Lorenz was torn. The idea of attempting to creature something new off the ideas of his betters seemed almost disrespectful, but hadn’t those very same people who created what he studied also been innovators? He doubted that those who had laid out the scientific and geometrical groundwork for their studies had been satisfied just with what they accomplished in their lifetimes. They would have seen no need to cap off their work suddenly, pursuing what was most potent and effective to pass down.

So, then, a new spark from their descendants may bolster what would otherwise turn to a stagnant and archaic craft, outpaced by other schools and methods. As the heir to a great relic of Reason, Thrysus, he should accept that responsibility.

All of this was Lorenz’s logic for showing up to a session of experimenting with new sigils.

He had a misgiving for only a moment as he strode inside the classroom turned laboratory. As he reached for supplies to get started on drafting his experimental spells, he swore he could see faint burn scars marring his hands. With a blink, they were gone, like a nightmare he only remembered a fragment of.

Why would he have a subconscious fear of fire? It was his strength. How odd.

At first, he considered tinkering by himself. An afternoon spent musing with a compass, ruler, and small pile of textbooks wasn’t so bad. However, if he truly wanted results, a partner would be best. It was in the vein of Leicester values, after all. Two heads were better than one. The other head he had in mind... was someone he was unsure would become a boon or a bane to their project.

Hubert von Vestra, the shadow cast by the Adrestian Empire’s heiress, Edelgard. What Lorenz knew of him was only speculation that had a darker tone than any other gossip regarding retainers. A family known for secrecy and shadows- but he assumed it was whispered due to a genuine vein of talent in the family. Hubert looked like the most stereotypical dark mage imaginable. For today, that wouldn’t be an issue. Dark magic wasn’t Lorenz’s specialty, but his family didn’t shy from any branch of Reason. They were too determined to be an authority on it as members of the nobility to afford such cherrypicking.

“Hubert, was it?” Lorenz knew the names of those who had names worth knowing within the circles of the upper class, but it wouldn’t do to be overly familiar with someone he’d barely spoken to. “Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, it’s an honor to meet you.” He didn’t dawdle, pressing on to the point. “I have a proposition, one I predict will not be an imposition for you. If we team up to brainstorm and try out our ideas, our work will yield better and faster results than in solitude. I admit, I am eager to witness Adrestia’s reputation for stellar Reason talent and research firsthand.”

#thread #thread: pracitcal magic #vonvestra

[nobaettadr]

🍓 : how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?

        ★   //    FRUIT HEADCANONS.  /   @vonvestra

while i wouldn’t say that leif is noncomplex as a person, he is earnest, and tends to wear his heart on his sleeve. the boy probably couldn’t lie his way out of leonster castle if somebody paid him. as a result, how he’s seen by others is typically a true reflection of who he is, in a general sense. when he’s content, he’ll show it; when he’s angry, he’ll show it. when he’s sad, he’ll also probably show it even if he’s trying not to. leif generally comes off personable, curious, humble, and courteous, all of which he is.

i think the meta-canon also tends to try to depict him as someone who comes off mature / wise beyond his years, which is also true in a sense. he’s been through a lot, and has the advantage that his attitude towards life doesn’t tend to lead to narrow-mindedness. i’d probably say how mature for his age he comes off depends on who he’s interacting with and the nature of the interaction. in the way that he thinks and questions and sees the world, he can seem older than his age, but in action, there are parts of him that are still boyish. not necessarily ‘ immature ’ ( tho like everyone, he has his moments ), but echoing of a kind of child-like innocence that he was never able to properly experience and thus grow out of.

i think also that a lot of his projected seriousness is also a product of his canon surroundings. back home, he has few peers his age who hadn’t also similarly grown up too fast. other than that, he’s surrounded by adults. this influences the way that he acts and how he conducts himself as well. living in leonster castle, the source of his poor mental health, and surrounded by the people and memories of those worst months, also exacerbates his more grave and reflective side. being at garreg mach and being around normal kids his age for once brings out a more youthful side of him that isn’t shown much elsewhere, except ( i hc ) in occasional moments of levity with his closest friends during the war.

as for his reputation, yeah, leif’s reputation matters a lot to him. part of this is because he’s a king, and well aware of the many disadvantages he already carries in his position. so he doesn’t want to give anyone even more reason to think him incapable. of course, he also reflects on leonster, on the line of noba, and on his forebearers. but even outside of what station demands of him, leif is the kind of person who pays a lot of attention to what others think of him — arguably too much attention. he wants to be well-liked, wants to be helpful, and wants to be seen in a positive light. even hearing that one person doesn’t think well of him would dampen his mood considerably ( and there was, unfortunately, quite a bit of that going on during the mansterian liberation war ).

#vonvestra #—— 🟉 彡 ･ ◜ META. ◞ what the drummer boy inherited #i feel like i didn't so much answer the first question #but i guess the answer is really that all the ways people see him are true #and also not usually the full picture #bc he's a multicolored little dude #thank you for sending this ree!

[herrings]

🍋 : what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much?

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  -  ACCEPTING.

🍋 : what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much?

cw: mentions of food / unhealthy eating habits 

linhardt can count on a singular hand the amount of times he’s ever felt compelled to enter a kitchen and cook for himself. that is to say, basically, never. he doesn’t have much experience with culinary arts prior to his time in the academy, sans for the instances where his mother baked pastries in her leisure. linhardt may not exhibit stereotypical noble tendencies but, alas, he’s a noble through blood and heritage. thus, like many of his fellow nobles, he was raised with servitors at aid. while linhardt’s neglect to his diet predominantly sprouts from his spontaneous, obsessive tendencies to follow his interests, he admittedly also relied heavily upon the hevring estate’s butlers and maids calling him down for a meal.

in the academy, linhardt eats an average of one to two meals a day with room for snacks and/or dessert. His dietary regimen is considerably healthy at a glance; poultry, some vegetables, white trout. he doesn’t eat red/fatty meat (with the exception of the meat pie, where it’s finely minced) because of the texture and how chewy it is. not to mention, red meat is supposedly ‘only good’ when it’s rare / medium rare, but the quality of the meat and the protein that seeps out of it reminds linhardt too much of blood that he’d rather not eat it at all. he also doesn’t eat wild game (such as rabbits, foxes, a considerable amount of beast meat). although linhardt likes to believe that he isn’t spoiled and harbors no hard opinion on food, he dislikes eating anything that: 1) isn’t sweets and 2) is hard to chew. he’s excessively picky and admittedly wasteful. he eats like a bird and can’t bring himself to shovel down food he dislikes, which means he’s very prone to tossing out leftovers. if the monastery isn’t serving the meals that he enjoys, linhardt will forgo that meal entirely unless they’re handing out desserts, to which he’ll take as a substitute meal.

in war phase, while linhardt’s tastes are more or less the same, he’s considerably less wasteful and will force himself to eat a meal he doesn’t like, if only because he needs sustenance for survival. he eats a standard of two meals in war phase, sometimes more or less, though he’s no stranger to passing off his rations to someone he believes would enjoy it more.

generally, linhardt has had days where he’s forgotten to eat a proper meal entirely.  this is more prominent in war phase than academy because of his stress levels, though academy linhardt has done days where he’s only snacked. finally, linhardt’s preferred meals are the pheasant roast with berry sauce or whatever soup’s available. he’ll eat the cheese gratin or the meat pie just to “spice things up (🤪)” but that’s about it. he doesn’t like turnips, he dislikes sauteed foods, he dislikes meals that are too chewy, and he dislikes a handful of seafood. he’d trade traditional eating for photosynthesis if he could but, alas, he’s human and loves sweets too much to give that pleasure up.

finally, linhardt can cook… theoretically. all he needs is someone to accompany him, a recipe to follow, and boom. done. easy. now, things get tricky if he doesn’t have a recipe at hand because he’d otherwise not know what to do at all and would follow his curiosity in regards to ingredients rather than what makes something edible/delicious. cooking is extremely bothersome to linhardt. unless he has someone with him (see: to do the majority of work), he won’t be able to focus much on the task at hand. cooking isn’t his interest and requires attention to detail that linhardt isn’t willing to put into for tasks that don’t strike his interest, which often leads him to only give a half-hearted attempt. preparing a meal requires too many washing and reusing of equipment in order to prepare a multi-layered, proper meal.

for example, to prepare a roasted pheasant you need to roast the pheasant, but also prepare the berry sauce on the side and a platter of vegetables lest one wants to have a flavorless meal. multiple preparations aside, slow roasting a bird requires too much commitment given the time it needs to cook. linhardt’s more prone to forget that he’s cooking something if preparations take more than an hour’s worth of waiting, which leads linhardt to his next predicament: if he wants to prepare a meal, he has to estimate the time where he’s going to eat and he never adheres to a set schedule. if he doesn’t estimate his meal times, then linhardt will risk cooking when he isn’t hungry (and forgetting that he was cooking while waiting) or, worse, cooking while starving, which would make him be more careless in his work in an attempt to speed up the process. ultimately, this is why linhardt prefers if someone else cooks for him, since he truly can’t be damned about it.

(also, sidenote: kitchen duty with linhardt is absolutely terrible because his prepared meals are more often burnt or overcooked than not if he’s cooking alone. )

#( thanks for sending this in !! ) #( in conclusion... mans really out here 😔 pick a struggle lin ) #( he hates chewing but he also refuses to have table manners like caspar a la inhaling his food ) #vonvestra #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ INTROSPECTION ⋮ the earth’s eye; an example of movement.