Strong not in appearance, but in heart.

Sadly, the fishing prowess of Artur’s knight errant father didn’t pass on to him, but he was never one to turn down a good time on the high seas. These waters were beautiful, the skies were clear, and a classmate of his had asked him to accompany them. Plus, a local fisherman had taught him the ropes of manuevering one of the most luxurious boats he’d ever seen! Artur couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he drove the boat to where he’d heard was a great fishing spot, stopping it and walking out into the bow with two set-up poles in hand, offering one to the girl that came with him: a girl he hadn’t been able to really talk with before by the name of Citrinne.

“Are you ready, Lady Citrinne? I dare say, these fish won’t catch themselves.”

That being said, the outing did not have to be soulless. The boat may be smaller and less luxurious than the standard ship she was accustomed to, but a smaller size meant that she finds herself closer to the water. Citrinne has seen the ocean before obviously, yet its sparkling splendor being so near as they shred the waves is truly a sight to behold. She actually feels a tad ashamed when the boat stops at its destination.

Disappointment does not last for long, seeing as the driver offers a second rod alongside his own. Fishing is a pastime popular among her close friends and family, though she has never gotten to understand the hype behind it. But could now be the proper time...?

"Yes, of course! The quicker we catch them together, the better," Citrinne nods and follows Artur to the setup, placing her hands on her assigned poles. Excitement nearly takes hold for her to cast without thought, but the slight heft in her rod makes her hesitate. To fish properly, one needs to have the sufficient power to pull the target, right?

Attach the bait, be careful not to poke or stab yourself, open the bail, move the pole back, and….. cast! Artur used to have so much more trouble with this when he was younger. His fragile little child hands could barely hold the seemingly massive and heavy poles his father had, but now, they were nothing.

“And now we wait… I do pray the fish of this water will cooperate. After all, it’d be quite a shame if such a tournament saw no fish be successfully sighted or caught…”

Artur and Citrinne sat there for an indeterminate amount of time, the monk watching the bobber of his line and silently praying the fishing gods were on their side on this day, and then…

[Results (1D20): 12/20. FISH HOOKED!]

As Artur pondered that potential absurdity, the rod dipped, and he knew what that meant: something was on it! He couldn’t make it out too well, but that definitely was a fish. Not the biggest in the world, but a potential catch was a catch nonetheless!

“L-Lady Citrinne! I think we’ve already got one!”

[Results (1D20): 17/20. CAUGHT!]

And so Artur fought with all his might, slowly but surely reeling in the fish and yanking upwards with the strength of a proper warrior to retrieve his catch! …too bad it was nothing special, but he’d take his victories where he could get them.

[Artur caught a Sea Bass! It’s more like a Sea Minus….]

(Closed starter for @geluksvxgel )

“Thank you for the listing, Madam. I promise you i’ll do my best to get as many of these back as I can.”

Artur gave the head librarian a warm smile as he received his itemized list of sorts; it contained a record of students who currently had books checked out, and thankfully, Artur got around, so he knew quite a few of these names. Surely it couldn’t be too bad, right? People forgot things all the time. Heck, he was prone to it, too. But, where would he begin……

His train of thought was cut off as he accidentally knocked into someone, perhaps an eager student trying to go to the library as well? He felt bad, getting that distracted, so he reached down to help them up.

“Oh, gods, i’m so sorry! Are you-“

…Artur could muster an apology to the boy, but not to the massive wyvern accompanying him and likely glaring Artur down.

Which was the case now. For one of his latest Authority classes, they had just started to discuss gambit strategies for fliers, with some formations being entirely new to Lutz’ ears. The instructor then proposed a piece of homework for the class that involved a research paper on the matter, including how to properly offer a rally to a flying squadron, and Lutz was absolutely hyped for it. Anything that had to do with flying, he needed to know more and more! And so the boy excitedly rushed to the library to begin piling on the suggested books and start his paper right away…

…until he was told that the books weren’t available. Blimey!

The library did have them of course, but whoever had borrowed them failed to return them- alongside many, many other books, causing a little bit of a crisis for the librarians. It was absolutely foul! The peak of villainy- to inflict such stress on the staff and deprive others of precious study material? Unforgivable! Lutz would find each and every one of those books, not only for the sake of his paper but for everyone e-

“Oof! Oh wow, so sorry!” Taking a step back to properly look at whoever he had walked into, the boy’s expression changed into an easy grin. “Hey! You’re from the Golden Deer, right? I’m Lutz! Sorry for runnin’ into you, I was distracted…” He extended a hand for a nice shake, before eyeing the piece of paper the other boy was holding with interest. He had seen some librarians with a similar paper, rushing around the halls. 

“Are you helpin’ out the library staff with finding the books? Can I join you? I need some books for my assignment but they’re nowhere to be found! I was gonna try to find them myself but I don’t really have a lis-”

A gentle breeze brought a piece of paper along with it, catching on Lutz’s arm. As soon as he inspected the sheet his eyes widened slightly, shimmering before he smiled. “Well, now I got a list! Let’s get goin’! Where’s the first one supposed to be at?”

And during all this time, he failed to acknowledge the fact that Ace had been there. Not that he forgot about his friend, no! But Lutz was simply so used to the wyvern being on his tail that he simply expected him to be there, always. It was only when he turned around, ready to start the mad dash for the books, that he was met with the drake’s white belly. “Ah by the way, this is my friend Ace! He’s my bestest friend ever and the best dragon ever! He’s gonna be helpin’ us out! Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite!”

Ace seemed to stare Artur down for a moment, settling with a greeting huff before following Lutz’ rhythm. The wyvern was indeed docile, at least for the moment.

Artur smiled, reciprocating Lutz’s handshake and giving Ace a greeting nod in return. He seemed to have relaxed a lot more, now that the situation had cooled down. He’d also been at Garreg Mach a lot longer then Lutz, so he was more then prepared for the task of looking for the academy’s many students in its many locations. That being said, he wasn’t good with intimidation, but.. chances are that wouldn’t come up, right? …right?

Sadly, the fishing prowess of Artur’s knight errant father didn’t pass on to him, but he was never one to turn down a good time on the high seas. These waters were beautiful, the skies were clear, and a classmate of his had asked him to accompany them. Plus, a local fisherman had taught him the ropes of manuevering one of the most luxurious boats he’d ever seen! Artur couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he drove the boat to where he’d heard was a great fishing spot, stopping it and walking out into the bow with two set-up poles in hand, offering one to the girl that came with him: a girl he hadn’t been able to really talk with before by the name of Citrinne.

“Are you ready, Lady Citrinne? I dare say, these fish won’t catch themselves.”

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss to make up for an argument

a dominating kiss to end an argument 

a gentle kiss to ask forgiveness 

a kiss against shoulder blades as arms wrap around from behind 

a kiss against the shoulder after waking up beside each other 

a kiss to distract

a kiss against tear stained cheek

a kiss on the brow 

a kiss where they’re both covered in blood

a kiss after one muse has killed for the other 

a kiss after one muse has injured the other 

a kiss between enemies who should be fighting 

a kiss between exes who meant to walk away 

a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling 

an adoring kiss because the other is rambling 

a kiss to end sexual tension 

an angry kiss 

a tearful kiss 

a kiss to prove a point 

a hesitant kiss 

a kiss from one muse who should be afraid of the other 

a kiss from a muse who the other should be afraid of 

kisses scattered along hardened jaw to try and sooth 

a kiss as if trying to answer a question 

a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort 

a kiss from someone the other didn’t think thought of them that way 

a kiss that says thank you 

a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing 

an exploratory kiss,  testing the waters between them 

a kiss on the forehead of one who is starting to fall asleep 

a kiss against the cheek after discovering the other is napping 

a platonic kiss just meant to express overwhelming emotion 

a kiss to comfort both parties

a kiss stemmed from relief 

a kiss to make the other believe professed feelings 

a possessive kiss to remind the other who they belong to 

a possessive kiss to show the world they belong to each other

a kiss stemmed from jealousy 

a kiss to make someone else jealous 

a biting,  passionate kiss 

a kiss against the neck which feels more like a bite,  teeth bruising skin 

a desperate kiss as if they are convinced they’ll slip through each other’s fingers 

a kiss to make each other feel alive 

a kiss stolen away in a corner,  ignoring crowds 

a kiss after being pulled into an alley to have a moment to themselves 

a kiss after grabbing the other’s arm and pulling them back close 

a kiss to convince the other to stay 

a kiss like they’re trying to convince the other to love them 

a hopeful kiss in the rain

a desperate kiss in the rain 

an angry kiss in the rain 

a possessive kiss in the rain 

a playful,  happy kiss in the rain 

a passionate kiss stemmed from previous heartbreak in the rain 

a kiss in the rain to make up like it’s a damn romcom 

a kiss in the rain filled with the foreboding of a goodbye 

a kiss to make the other stop being stubborn 

a kiss after treating a wound 

a defiant kiss 

a kiss between partners in crime in front of someone they hold captive 

a kiss to anger a third party 

an adrenaline filled kiss shared after committing a crime 

(Closed starter for @geluksvxgel )

“Thank you for the listing, Madam. I promise you i’ll do my best to get as many of these back as I can.”

Artur gave the head librarian a warm smile as he received his itemized list of sorts; it contained a record of students who currently had books checked out, and thankfully, Artur got around, so he knew quite a few of these names. Surely it couldn’t be too bad, right? People forgot things all the time. Heck, he was prone to it, too. But, where would he begin……

His train of thought was cut off as he accidentally knocked into someone, perhaps an eager student trying to go to the library as well? He felt bad, getting that distracted, so he reached down to help them up.

“Oh, gods, i’m so sorry! Are you-“

…Artur could muster an apology to the boy, but not to the massive wyvern accompanying him and likely glaring Artur down.

Nasir had no interest in the game that the Church seemed so intent on making everyone play to get them to clean up. The broom in his hand was nothing more than a tool to be able to sneak into the ballroom and keep an attentive eye on one man in particular...

They had spoken briefly at the ball, but that was not enough for Nasir. It never was. Words that said he did not have bad intentions were not enough, words could be lies - a fact Nasir knew all too well - words were unreliable. Sure, he seemed nice enough. But perhaps there was something lingering underneath the surface that could be revealed through his actions.

And so Nasir watched. (And swept, though it was more of a farce than anything else.)

He watched for far longer than anyone else would have, keeping sharp blue eyes carefully on the beorc's back. He watched until there was nary another soul left in the ballroom, all the other students and staff having left many hours ago after doing the least they could get away with.

That's when Nasir finally stops watching, and makes his move.

"You. Beorc," He says, much in the same way he had when they had first met, "We met at the ball, do you remember? Of course, I don't quite look the same as then, but... it's always the same face; isn't it? Kurthnaga though... why ever do you want to stand by his side? Not to say that he is not a good boy, a good person, but he's well... I can't see what a beorc would want with him. Are you truly pure or do you intend to use him? Answer simply now; alright? And don't you dare lie to me."

*However, normally, his tile scrubbing and floor mopping didn’t come with these tougher questions being asked again. He looked up from what he was doing, gazing into the eyes of the same man who accosted him briefly at the Ethereal Ball; Kurthnaga’s protector, in a way.*

“I… really don’t know what else i can say to you to prove that my intentions aren’t ones of corruption or usage. I know that folks of the cloth such as myself aren’t exactly the most, ummm… pure or trustworthy at times, but in all earnesty, sir, I don’t even know how or why i would use Kurthnaga.”

*He continued scrubbing the tiles of the ballroom with vigor, still maintaining eye contact with the Goldoan as he did.*

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[castle] for our muses to build sand castles together. what entails “sand castle” is up to you.

[dig] for our muses to dig a hole in the sand together. for extra fun, roll the dice and check if it’ll collapse.

[are you with crab milord/milady] one of our muses is trying to just chill and read a book, but alas, is it just a prank or is there actually a crab...

[yeet] for my muse to throw a crab at yours

[rope] our muses have just returned from a refreshing swim, but there’s something wrapped around their ankles. is it algae? is it some discarded rope? perhaps a squid?

[jellyfish] our muses went swimming, and had an unfortunate encounter with a jellyfish. what to do?

[urchin] ouch! stepped on a sea urchin!

[buried] so, we’ve decided to bury someone in the sand. who’s going to become the sand guardian?

[volleyball] let’s play volleyball together!

[shark] our muses are swimming and have met something that kind of resembles a shark. is it…?

[vendor] our muses have come across anna a beach vendor selling all sorts of trinkets, from colorful shirts to overpriced drinks.

[surprise] you see a coconut! is there anything inside?

[water] the water is nice and cool but then you pass through a weirdly warm spot

[sunburns] ack-! you forgot the sunscreen!

[critter] our muses see a little critter swimming! do they try to grab it? fingers crossed that it isn’t venomous!

[seagull] your muse chose to bring food to the beach, and now you have entered combat.

As the month rolls over, the final night of the Ethereal Moon passes. The morning that follows is one of color and chaos. The hallways have been strung up with streamers, in patterns of rainbow and pink, blue, and white. There is a sense of community in the air, a current cutting through the student body and administrative staff alike. While the decorations may be gaudy, and perhaps the patterns unfamiliar, this is a month of celebration.

Caeda mingles among the crowd, bright extroversion encouraging people to join in on the celebration. Forsyth and Lloyd's dedication behind the scenes helps students assemble stands and banners decorate windows. Shez, for their part, plasters paint upon their face, content to engage on their own terms. Ewan's small form flits amidst the crowd, distributing sparklers in every color of the rainbow. What will you do?

Prompts

[ Confetti ] - everything in Garreg Mach seems to be covered in a layer of sparkles and confetti. Grab a handful if you like! And if you don’t mind glittering for the next week.

[ Chalk ] - across the cobblestone, people of all walks of life are drawing in brightly colored chalk. Some are simply signing their names, while others are writing sweet messages, and still more are simply drawing little pictures. What will you add to the canvas?

[ Face paint ] - palettes of paint in every color of the rainbow sit squarely upon a little stand, inviting those who pass by to “wear their colors”. Hanging at the side of the stand are some suggested color combinations and their meaning. Students are encouraged to paint each others’ faces in a display of trust. 

[ Cut & Style ] - a group of Garreg Mach’s students have decided to try their hands at hairstyling, knowing that a proper haircut can do wonders for one’s view of themselves and their expression. However, whether or not they’re good at giving haircuts is another question entirely. 

[ Tie-dye! ] - small, easily-ruptured balls filled with dye have been left in buckets scattered across the Monastery. The intent? Students have been distributed white shirts upon request, and with the donning of said shirt, invite others to shower them in color. There’s nothing stopping you from pranking an unsuspecting fellow without a white shirt on, though..

[ Lovetape - redux! ] - inspired by the celebratory event from BOEL, a gaggle of Golden Deer have decided to take their own spin on the stick-on-compliment game. Brightly colored paper with adhesive backs beckon passerby, as well as a stack of pens. The game is simple - scrawl down a compliment, and stick it onto someone else. Just remember - if you’re fast enough, you might not even get caught! 

[ Mocktail Melody ] - another station, this one in the dining hall, boasts various drinks of different uncannily vibrant colors. Some are bubbly, some are sicky-sweet, and still others are oddly bitter. None are alcoholic. What sort of mixture will you make?

[ Kissing Booth ] - less well-built than the other stands is one that proclaims itself as a kissing booth. Curiously, no one sits behind the counter - will you sit there and await company, or approach someone sitting there?

Guidelines

Reblog this meme to show you’re participating! 

As this is unofficial, there’s no real necessitated tag, but if people would like to have one space for all of this, I’ll personally be using the tag #TOAPride2024! This can also be used for any opens for these prompts, if you'd like to do that instead.

The tag can also be used for any sort of pride-related art you’d like to make for your muse, or if you’d like to explore anything else related to pride. Feel free to get creative!

There is no restriction on ages or orientations/genders that can participate in this event!

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OOC note

Hello there, TOA! This is a personal attempt at organizing a little approximation for a pride month event. The prompts can be spun however people would like. I know that there are some implications that come with the idea of canonizing pride in the world of Fire Emblem, as well as the fact that pride flags as we know them are unlikely to exist, but ultimately my goal of organizing something like this is to reach my fellow LGBT muns, especially those who cannot celebrate their identities in real life. Pride is both a celebration and a memory, an honoring of survival and a remembrance of those who came before us, and I hope everyone can get a little bit of fun from this.