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     “ NONSENSE ----- “     Words practically reverberated around him.     An obvious clear stance on the subject.     If he wasn’t so respectful of his boundaries, he would grab the other by the collar and whisk them off to wherever the item was taken from.     A quite heavy huff of his breath.     “ Let us go.   We shall return what you’ve taken without permission AND pay for it in full. “ 

finally a promise sounds legitimate.

       hE ALWAYS KEEPS HIS WORD TO YOU,,, CARDIA,, HIS SWEET... ALWAYS.

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clem: i don’t trust it unless its a spit handshake

❝   i admit,   i am not particularly skilled at brawling.   ❞   if he is not careful,   the distaste will curl his lips a bit too obviously.   he retracts his hands to rest at the cut of either hip,    as if illustrating their unwillingness.   ❝   a gentleman  is taught to never use his fists,    after all.   it is always best  to solve one’s grievances with words,   whenever possible.   ❞ 

Edelgard harbors affection for all the students in her class---but the more she observes Clem, the more fascinated Edelgard becomes. A strong, vibrantly-casting black mage with... a secondary proficiency in fisticuffs? A surprising talent, and from a young noblewoman already arranged to marry a crest-bearing nobleman, no less. 

No doubt, these were the only years of Clem’s life she would be able to take part in any sort of battle or battle training. Still, Edelgard believed that even her husband-to-be would have to be impressed with Clem’s abilities. It made Edelgard wonder about her---and Clem’s actual desires for her own future, and not her family’s or the crest system’s, a better future, in which they both could be free to do as they liked. If Clem possessed a rebel’s spirit, surely, she would prove to be a worthy ally of the New United Empire of Fodlan. Edelgard could imagine no better an example of talent that would otherwise be wasted on childrearing.

Unfortunately, it is not considered polite to ask if one would simply like to join your revolution. Instead, Edelgard tests the waters after class. The sun shines through the stain-glassed window, beams of light tap through it like gentle rain against the skin. War will come, and Edelgard will bring it. But for now it is quiet; peaceful. The stone walls seem to echo around them, whispering each future secret to come. Even these voices, sure and steady though they be, speak low and hushed, so as not to interrupt the world’s turning.

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@phlcgmentine​  --   they let me drive a tank, can you believe it?

                                      she  -  ra and the princesses of power

“D... Do you think he’s stuck?”

It didn’t really occur to Serizawa how weird it was to just turn to a stranger and start talking to her like this, but there was an emergency afoot. The two of them stood at the base of a tree, newly bare of sakura blossoms, and in that tree sat a cat. A fat orange cat. But the thing was, he was very high up and looking over the edge of his branch with bland alarm now, as if suddenly realizing he had no idea how to get back down.

This cat needed help! It would be easy for Serizawa to simply levitate it with his psychic powers but... using his powers on living things made him really nervous... just the idea was hiking up his anxiety. Maybe that was why he was being such an anxious weirdo to this poor girl.