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Starter for Trust @healingmist @progenitorheart @harvestrose

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Waking in the early hours for combat was a familiar sensation. There had been that day long ago, so early that the sky was still dark blue. Rain had drizzled in torchlight, illuminating the faces of three students she had hoped to be her future companions before she even knew them. three enigmas, each so full of hope, potential, greatness. She’d been presented with a choice, back then.

She’d been at a loss.

Now, here, the decision was made for her, clear as the clangs of blades striking together like a cacophony of bells, a song of blood.

While deep in memory her mind was blank, moving on autopilot as she reached for the sword at her side. The Sword of the Creator glowed under her gloved touch, the disturbing, deadly protruding bone spurs on the blade sharper than they seemed, the sword itself able to take on a life of it’s own, extending like a whip and flaying all in its path.

The sword was a tool. as she was a tool. 

Nothing more.

However, she was part of a matching set.

“Me!” Ha, that didn’t get old. “Byleth!” She called to him as she raced outside, ready to strike at any Adrestian that came their way, knowing the other Byleth was moments from joining her.

munday prompts

16. does fandom intimidate you, or make you critical of your portrayal? do you have any irrational doubts in what you are doing?

the truth is i’d probably be critical of my portrayal with or without the fandom’s help LMAO

but fandom probably doesn’t help, yeah

i straddle a weird line where i’ve never been involved in fandoms — i don’t tend to agree with the kind of culture that is often rampant in them — but i’m still hyper-conscious of different takes on my muses, and it’s hard to fight the kneejerk correlation my brain makes between ‘different’ and ‘inferior’. my weird need for perfection in an area where perfection is literally a nonexistent concept makes me constantly worried about being subpar or lacking compared to someone else’s / the fandom’s interpretation. even just knowing that my muse is a popular one is enough to intimidate or make me self-conscious about what i’m doing. it’s not something i’m proud of, but there it is. the receipts.

Neither her questioning nor her giggles stopped the Jehannan from continuing on with his dance. Feet planted, his hips swayed rhythmically side to side. His arms swayed too, in sync, in a looping arc: forward, side, one behind and one in front, before repeating forward and then to the other side, one behind and one in front...

“Ahem,” he said, standing tall and proud as his height would allow, “if you absolutely must know, it is called...”

A few more swings and then he spun himself into a small twirl, hands extended wide, fingers wiggling.

On his way to the dining hall, Claude scrutinizes the shrubbery. 

He’s been raised to be alert of his surroundings, but today of all days his sixth sense of danger has been working overdrive. For on his usual late-night strolls through campus, he followed the trail of cracked eggs and spilled flour to the warm dining hall. The air, saccharine sweet like strawberry preserves, led him to peek into the kitchens, where the ovens blazed hot through the night, cranking out pies like clockwork. The Pie War has returned.

Claude may not have participated in the last one, but the stories have always made him wonder, What if? But no, not this time. It’d be too predictable. And so, he starts to go on his way again:

“HAAAH!”

Roll: 5, miss! Hey, Claude’s just walking here!

Host Club Starter for @healingmist​

When Eliwood saw the ad for the host club, he immediately jumped at the opportunity despite knowing absolutely nothing about host clubs and how it operates. To him, it was imperative that he enrich himself with the land’s culture and cultivate his own life experiences. He believed that Pherae could stand to gain a lot from his learnings. Also, the idea of chatting with someone new over tea and sweets was a charming one, the perfect chance to gain new friends.  

When the list of participants was announced and saw that he was going to be a host, he became mildly worried. If tea was the reason why their partner was excited, surely they were tea connoisseurs. In that case, he will have to allot some time to polish his tea brewing skills. Good thing he brought Lowen along, he’s the perfect person to practice on since he could get accurate feedback on the taste of his brew. 

Another thing that caught the redhead’s eyes on the list were two names. Hector’s participating? Huh. Either the academy changed Hector so much that he now enjoyed tea time with strangers or some sort of mistake has been made. A prank, maybe? Whatever the reason is, he hoped that his friend would enjoy the event. As for the other name, Lyn...could it be? Could Lyndis also be around? He would have to ask Hector about her later. It’d be nice to see Lyndis again. He hasn’t heard anything from her since she left Caelin. 

The day of the event came. At that point, Eliwood had enough tea brewing practice that he was close to being called a master. Still, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. He had been informed that as a host in a host club, he needed to flirt in order to entertain his guest. He was capable of a lot of things and flirting was not one of those things. 

@healingmist

Settling in Garreg March was easy enough. He had very little personal belongings and as long as he didn’t have to part with Minerva, all was well in the world. What he didn’t expect he’d have trouble with once more was putting himself in situations wherein he had to... get to know people from scratch.

There were one too many people to recall, even if the establishment was divided into different houses. And even then he knew he had to mingle with the others at one point. Camaraderie was not lost on him but damn is it hard to get rid of old habits.

His first struggle begins in the four walls of the Blue Lion’s classroom. A lively, homely bunch. Those who were from Fodlan knew each other well and had a bond one could say was close to that of family. The transferees from different lands like him were similar despite the cultural difference, and even a few familiar faces found their way there.

Gerome did not know where to start. He had spent a good portion of the day contemplating how to approach this new life of his. The first step of course is to step out of one’s comfort zone, if only for a hot minute. One conversation. One conversation was all it would take. In between classes and during breaks he’d keenly observe his classmates to scout for the perfect person to approach. Not too loud... not too noisy... but not too silent like him, either. If he could just --

“...” One second too long, he found himself staring at one direction in particular for too long a period. Right into the gaze of one of his classmates, and one second too late in looking away. So he retains his eyes on her. Perhaps the mask was a good way to conceal where he was looking at? It’d cause more suspicion if he looked away now. He’d look too guilty. So he pretends to keep it cool, breath held, body perfectly still. 

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