#hresveld

give me all of your hcs my crops are dying in that regard

i admittedly do not know anything about fashion in the slightest but i feel like adrestian fashion is maybe more  “dated”  than others ?  since the empire is very ancient / tradition heavy so it’s much more flowy / dramatic than refined or practical.  i mean hubert’s really out there dressing like a vampire and nobody seems to care so

and honestly it kind of looks like that in the ending tapestries ?

adrestian nobles on the left and alliance nobles on right ----- compared to adrestia,  alliance seems more 1800s-esque with the high collars and the ... very tight pants.  and i figure faerghus fashion has to be a little more practical,  even for nobility,  simply given the climate of the kingdom. 

adrestia also seems a little more obsessed with frills / jabots and capes  ( just looking at their post-skip designs ... eddy ferdie and hubie all got capes on smh ... ),  with eddy and monica also wearing those fancy jabots pre-skip.  OMG NOW THAT I’M REALLY LOOKING AT IT ---- black eagles kids have the most jabots ?!  eddy,  ferdie,  caspar,  and petra all have them on their uniforms,  compared to just ignatz and hilda in GD and felix and mercie in BL  ( mercie was an adrestian noble so she counts for team adrestia too i don’t make the rules ).  jabots were popular in 17th/18th century so that would fit with adrestia being slightly behind the trends and perhaps a little more dramatic / gothic 

also 17th century stuff has those tights ??  legging ???  thingies that it looks like edelgard is maybe wearing preskip idk what anything is called:

anyway i know nothing about fashion or art history so i do not have anything intelligent to say on the matter but also if i’m being completely transparent i really just want ferdinand to wear a dumb hat like this: 

  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙲 + 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃                                    ALWAYS ACCEPTING ; @hresveld

GUILT as such is a rare emotion for Rhea to feel. Grief, betrayal, sadness, and deep, deep rage, are more in her range, but guilt? Not quite. She is a firm believer of ‘ the end justifies the means ‘ and a character driven by her emotions. Her goal is to reincarnate Sothis, by any means necessary, and she is more than willing to take extreme risks and do sacrifices to reach those goals. And Rhea herself is the judge for if those risks / sacrifices are necessary to take or not. She can thus not feel guilt or remorse for e.g. the experiments she conducted on created bodies, for they were a necessary steppingstone. She can take great risks and even kill, if she has a reason behind it, without remorseful consequences.

She would also not feel guilt over her deeds, whether it is prior, during, or after her time as archbishop; Executing ‘ non believers ‘ or people who somehow went against the church’s values was also something which was necessary, in this case, to maintain PEACE ( out of RHEA’S perspective. ) One could call her desperate, or that she was acting out of fear, pulling great lengths to maintain the ‘ utopia ‘ she built for her mother, a manufactured paradise, if you will. She keeps the continent in a choke-grip, monitoring everyone’s single move, because it is simply what she has to do. Her reasons are rather selfish, and one could say she is blinded by these reasons, and does thus not comprehend that what she’s doing is questionable. 

   He and Edelgard have never been the best of friends, hell not even the word close can be used with the two of them, but even then that didn’t stop Claude from seeing her as a friend, a comrade in arms if you will. Through all of the chaos and the war, a decent handful of times he tried to find a middle ground with her, he reached his hand out to her in means to understand—hopeful the fool that he could maybe even get her to stop, but alas reality wasn’t so kind and many who didn’t have anything due paid with their lives. He thinks on it, he thinks on it a lot more than many give him credit for, because he too was there—saw it, experienced it, felt it, dealt with it... suffered through it. But when word reached his homeland and thus him as its rising leader about what became of Edelgard and how she didn’t have to suffer the death sentence... Claude felt relief, but it wasn’t happiness. How could he be? When there’s bones and corpses of the fallen at their feet? “Hurts that you think I’m not taking any of this seriously.” Claude shrugs and shakes his head. Sure he’s accounted for a situation where this could have been a possibility, where she’d set foot on Almyra, but the possibility of it being a fact was slim in his perception. “Just saying a rundown little cottage with rats and spiders lying around like this isn’t fit for a princess, I meant that.” Actually he doesn’t wish this sort of fate on anybody. He was pretty good at striking a nerve or two with her wasn’t he? That sure hasn’t changed too much. He has many questions, a lot of things he wants to know, things he needs to hear from her, but as insensitive as he comes across he knows there’ll be a time and a moment (eventually) for that. That time isn’t now.  

   “I’m not reaching out to you out of pity... or cause all’s forgiven and washed away,” he adds for good measure. “I’m not going to do anything to you, for once just trust me will you? I’ll sleep better at night knowing you’re sleeping on a softly pressed bed instead of...” taking another look at this worn out place he takes a mental picture of it to send out resources to nearby villages later “... this place.” There’s much to do for him and now with this to add on top of it, oh boy.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒  𝐀  𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 ,        brows   marrying   upon   his   forehead   in   recalling   what   it   was   that   prompted   stranger   to   speak   to   him   AS   IF   THEY   KNEW   HIM .   Quick   in   breaking   away   from   an   undesired   conversation ,   he   now   finds   himself   striding   down   unknown   path   (   BUT   ANYWHERE   IS   BETTER   THAN   HERE   ) .   Slowing   only   upon   noticing   the   stranger .   REGAL   IN   HER   APPEARANCE ,   OBVIOUSLY   SOMEONE   OF   IMPORT .   Passing   her   by   without   a   word   would   probably   be   the   best   approach   (   NOT   WISHING   TO   GET   LOCKED   IN   CONVERSATION   AGAIN   ) ,   but   squawking   voice   in   his   mind   soon   has   him   rolling   his   eyes .                     ‘   It   wouldn’t   hurt   meeting   new   people   yanno !   Might   actually   help   you   get   somewhere   in   this   life .   ’                       ❛    It   would   be   helpful   if   you   learned   how   to   keep   your   mouth   shut .    ❜        

                                  Ah ,   right .   People   can   only   hear   HIS   side   of   the   conversation .

                          ------------------ He   must   sound   like   a   LUNATIC   to   anyone   listening   on .

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS ! ✿  selectively accepting. @hresveld​  has asked:  👗  ───   Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes.

She’s not accustomed to this. Although she usually adorns her sapphire locks with RADIANT CROWNS of blossoms and gold, one for each season, she has never donned such large and exquisite and painfully heavy clothes  ;  the traditional garments of her tribe are usually fabricated with silk and velvet and incredibly buoyant fabrics, thus allowing the BEAST FOLKS to freely move even during the most formal events, especially considering that each and every one of them might be unfortunately presented with the sudden necessity to abandon humane features in pursuance of transforming into something bigger, into VULPINE BEASTS with multiple tails and razor-sharp fangs. 

How is she supposed to move throughout the entire evening, considering how intricate and hefty her dress is  ?  Of course, Ahri is not disdaining its beauty   ───   The crimson and golden colors of the exquisite fabric had easily piqued her attention and the jewels that she was generously offered only served to further embellish a BESTIAL QUEEN that desired nothing more than to conquer and steal the hearts of anyone whose gaze settled ‘pon her.