#brxtalsimulation

   there’s something to be said about the element of surprise. jeralt’s noticed the uncomfortable attention shez has gotten. this was supposed to be a happy outing after a hard day’s work— plenty of the knights had tagged along, as well as jeralt’s child. byleth was, mysteriously, more inclined to join after hearing that shez will be there, as well, a fact that jeralt tucks away into the back of his mind, to take care of at a later date.

   for now, this is important. shez is tipsy. the man is getting too close too quickly, and with the influence of the alcohol, her guard is down. at the very least, she doesn’t seem to notice. 

   jeralt does. 

   he’s staring disapprovingly for quite a while, so it doesn’t take a lot for him to finally jump into action. the man’s strange hand reaches out, pulling shez closer by the waist, and jeralt does not hear alois’ questioning as he gets up, strides across the bar, and reaches out in kind: he grabs the man by the head and smashes his face into the counter they were standing at, while, at the same time, prying off the arm that was wrapped around shez and twisting it around, to his back. he presses the man down with his entire weight, expression unchanged, as calm as ever. if at all, his voice betrays his anger, hot and heavy with suppressed rage. ‘ hands off. ‘

Positivity roulette || @brxtalsimulation || Accepting

Ooh, three of them! Well, let’s start with you, Vetra!

I enjoy the plots and things we have planned out! And I may not know a lot about FE outside of Smash and what you and Henri have told me ( yet...jury’s still out on whether or not I’ll ever feel ballsy enough to muse Marth ), I enjoy rotating your lil guys in my head. Every day I think about Lucas and Luci and I gain +1000 serotonin. Triandra deserves a gold star for putting up with the angels. Reginn is the friend that Shinji absolutely needs. And someone needs to get in a fight with Anime Girl 0² at some point. Also, you deserve a gold star for putting up with how slow I am SKDJHLKDJGN

Now, for two more victims...

@cllaboard, I KNOW you’re gonna be awake soon in your timezone, and so I am grabbing you by the throat and shaking you with all the violence and malice I hold in my heart. I love your accurate-yet-also-very-unique takes on all the muses you play! Your Claus is the Claus ever and writing Lucas with him is such a treat because they have this sibling synergy that just kinda clicks. And I adore Ingo with all my heart too! 🥺 He’s a silly lil train grunkle trying his best and I love how you strike a balance between goofy and just the right amount of angst with him. He’s a saint for dealing with all the found family sons / nephews I keep throwing in his direction to cling to his legs like lil koalas.

Was this true? No, but Dimitri didn't have to know that the insanely spicy Bergliez Reaper Peppers weren't a common food item.

just fuck him over why don't you AHBJSIDUOIJO | @brxtalsimulation

     Dimitri watches Edelgard approach him without a single INKLING as to what he is about to experience. The prince smiles a bit AWKWARDLY and shoves his hands behind his back, gauntlets clacking against each other as he wrings them together. He always feels... STRANGE when he speaks to Edelgard, like she cannot see him-- can she not REMEMBER him? That thought is ripped from his mind as she holds... SOMETHING out to him. His gaze drops to inspect it, and his nose CRINKLES slightly.

          “It looks... WRINKLY,,,” He hesitates for a moment, DITHERING over whether he should take it or not on the basis of how it looks ALONE... in the end, he reaches out to pluck it from her hand. “I suppose it cannot HURT to try, though.” Oh, how WRONG he is. Mere MOMENTS after the prince pops the ENTIRE pepper into his mouth and starts chewing, his expression CONTORTS with pain. The sensation is so... INSTANT, and it’s already TOO LATE when he spits it out. Hands lift, as if he wants to SCRAPE at his tongue-- but instead, they just start to FLAP uncontrollably. He rises up onto his toes and then DROPS back down to heels, up and then down again, over and over FRANTICALLY.

          Taking lives was a part of war. An unfortunate natural cause brought upon by its ugliness. Still, it didn’t make it easy. It was even more difficult when that someone on the other end was someone you loved.

          Facing his father was almost enough to make Ferdinand take a backseat on the battle. Up until the very minute it occurred his heart was thrashing against his ribs and his stomach was in knots. Was there supposed to be something cathartic about taking out the man that sought to ruin everything they were fighting so hard for? Was he supposed to see relief on everyone’s faces when the only thing he saw was their pity?

          Since the moment he had taken his father’s life he’s been unable to pry the lance from his fingers. He swallows thickly as he looks at it and casts his eyes down at the stone stairs that lead deeper into the fort. The image of his father’s face, so eerily at peace, floats back in front of his vision. He squeezes his eyes shut to rid himself of the image before opening them back up only to see–––

   ‘ ah, the king’s whelp. ‘ he reaches out a hand to slick his hair back, decidedly avoiding her piercing gaze. ‘ come to throw an old dog a bone? ‘

Rhea scowled at the annoying enemy before her. The one who'd defiled her brethren's holy tomb, declared war on her Church, tried to lead her mother's vessel astray.

"Oh, I just adore this." Rhea snarked. "As I adore everything you have done for me, you most precious national treasure of the Empire." At this point, there was no need for pretenses between the two, so Rhea made no effort to hide the draconic fangs poking out due to her seething rage.

don't kill her now. don't kill her now. wait until she is more vulnerable. wait until you can take your time. restrain yourself.

   Whoops! Looks like Majin took a wrong turn today. It happened every now and again, though mainly when the hedgehog wandered out of his own world’s dimensions. He was hoping to find that ancient artifact with the big hat again, but it looked like the connections between this world’s sub-worlds were just as screwy as his home’s were.

   Instead of finding himself in the home of one vertically-challenged individual, he found himself in the living quarters of another! One could only wager the time, but the lack of light easily clued him in on the hour. He’d hoped to see himself out quickly before this became a whole ordeal, but unfortunately the human stirring awake before him may have already made this into one.