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I MISS HER.... no matter how long it takes ur hamuko will always be the hamuko on this blog but take ur time ok 

<  i’m not mad that they’re fans, i guess, it’s just ------  >  Her hands are shaking, and she pauses the sign long enough to steady them.  ETHEL ASKED FOR HER AUTOGRAPH, AND LILLIAN GAVE IT.  But all she can think about is the time she had to lie to her Mum and say she hated the shoes she gave her because Ethel carved them up with a pocketknife.  <  it’s weird for the people who spent their lives trying to make you not exist to suddenly act like you’re important, right?  >

byleth   &   balam   for   @sothism​   !       /        ♡

the only son of house vestra,   hubert was of course expected to be a powerful mage and formidable ally for the empire and edelgard,   the future empress,   but he was also expected to be of many talents.   outside of magic,   hubert is also fairly musically inclined.   he’s graceful enough on his feet to be a more-than-average dance partner,   but he’s also got an ear for tune and harmony.   while he cannot sing,   hubert can play instruments such as the piano & violin,   partly due to his own rigorously studious behavior,   and partly because he was taught the arts alongside the rest of his training growing up.

@sothism​ // i just want to fly the magic horse, ma’am

“     professor,   may i bend your ear for some advice ?   i can brew us up some delicious tea if you would like,   by way of recompense.     ”     /   @sothism​

❝! 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢 , 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. ❞ 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 at the taller figure that now stood across from you , balam's eyes were the 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 . gentle , but so far away , like a deep vast ocean. if you looked deep enough , you'd 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 . nevertheless , ignoring balam's mysterious origins and disposition for a moment. but here 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 , to what reason to continue to smile back at the professor ? ( but , its been so long since you've called balam that , 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 ? ) all of you , were all tools used by the church , tools of murder. 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 , perhaps there would be a day where your days wouldn't be so blood-soaked? 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬 , thoughts for another day you tell yourself , 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 . ❝ 𝙢𝙚 ? 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 , 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 , 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 & 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨…𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 , 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 . 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. ❞ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 , your hands were no longer 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 & 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦. they were tainted black and you'd be 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 for all your decisons. it'd seemed someone was calling Balam , both of them look back at each other and 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺. before she has a chance of leaving , mi kyong holds onto her hand for a moment. 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 , bestowing a kiss. 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. ❝ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 , 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 . 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖 , 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚. ❞ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦'𝐬 scarred hand , it was rough but 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 , that truly reminded you of that teacher you met all 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

❝   professor  ,  a question.   ❞          the student was holding a plate before them  ,  two small piles of baked goods.   while they were currently studying at the monastery  ,  they were still a baker’s child.   they couldn’t let their skills dull and go to waste.   so they made it a mission to bake every few days  ,  normally for themselves to eat.   today  ,  they were on a mission.          ❝   which tastes better  ??   the left are sugar cookies while the right are shortbread.   ❞          ( @sothism​ )