#heroicvaliant

TAKE A BREAK / @heroicvaliant / no longer accepting !           ↳  "Yeahh, uh— coffee break? I think you need one."

⚔️ // there was a rustling of papers as the professor stood straighter. eyes snapped from the map of arcanus isle ( and her many , many , many AIPD cross-referenced notes on incidents around the area ) to the ( stick ) figure shadowing the area nearby.

the visitor.

and what a time it was to choose to gain an eagle eye of the adventurer's guild. she was perhaps one of the better informed of the members , and as byleth's attention drifted to the scattered souls sent haywire around the headquarters , rushing and bustling with an energy somewhere between far too relaxed and frantic , byleth could only fathom one thing in regards to the visitor's current predicament.

perhaps neither was she setting a very good example.

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Charles!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 312.

You will be given a BB gun.

Enjoy your stay!

@heroicvaliant​ asked:  maybe the "Mango" one for Charles?

Send a fruit and a character to see them in that outfit!

Nightmares || not accepting [DRINK]: Sender gives receiver a warm drink to help calm them down.

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash was tired. Exhausted. He held the hot mug in his hand, staring down at it.

"Thanks." But there was hardly any emotion to his voice. Least of all any terror. He had been through enough of these episodes, he'd rather...

Physical Details Meme

(ó﹏ò｡): Overly proccessed foods and overly spicy foods do have a tendancy to be hard on his stomach. There's not a lot of ability to process foods on Noman's Land so most foods are pretty easy on the gut. Stuff like frozen meals and things meant to be shelf-stable for years are not overly appetizing to him, nor do they sit well.

Pinned Against A Wall || not accepting [HIDE] : while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash squawked as he was suddenly yanked into an alleyway by the arm and pressed against the wall. He blinked down at the other man.

Well... he didn't really know what this guy was gonna do to cover him too much, but the help was still -

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash had left the bench behind in a hurry. Woozy, dizzy. Exhausted despite the adrenaline now pumping through his veins after the encounter with Rem's visage.

More covered in moss than before, as well. It was creeping up his neck to the point that not even his coat collar could hide it. He had no idea how far it might have spread along his abdomen, if it had reached his legs.

He staggered his way through the streets, intent on heading back home. Under the blue moonlight he wandered, deep bags under his eyes and almost ready to collapse entirely. In fact, soon he did, simply lying down in the middle of the street, eyes barely open.

Sleep threatened to take him, the moss crawling along to consume him entirely.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcan't do a lot of things here, a voice hissed, annoyed. he holds himself back from outwardly agreeing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... you know if that fire thing's really working?" he pursed his lips, his head now turned towards charles. he'd love a reason to make molotov cocktails right now, if he's being honest. might as well use the merchandise for good if he can't sell it or drink it, you know?