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.

"... i appreciate the offer." she paused , looked longingly back at the map , and returned her attentions to ... ( she glanced at his name tag. then swat away the thought of how it managed to stay pinned to his person. ) charles calvin. "i suppose it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a step away. i can show you around if you'd like , ... charles."

ivaios asked:  🍁 + what's something that brings yozora happiness no matter what? 

⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆send 🍁 + a question about my muse! ❪ always accepting! ❫

This is a question Yozora himself could not provide an answer to, because his definition of ‘𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒’ is extremely skewed. He regards happiness as something which he ( as a part machine, part god of death ), is unable to genuinely experience: be it physically because he doesn’t have a beating heart, or morally because Death is undeserving of happiness. He denies mortals of happiness on a daily basis after severing the souls of their loved ones-- why should he ever be happy with himself?

However, there are specific things that provide Yozora a sense of temporary relief from the loss he encounters or creates. Yozora is ‘happiest’ when he has a strong sense of 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐘. Freedom is something Yozora had been chasing his entire life, for he was denied of any sense of independence from birth. He was traded like paperwork between his manipulative mother and the abusive corporation that forged him into a machine. He was then made to serve Gigas Corporation as their puppet king, imprisoned within the walls of their headquarters for the entirety of his childhood and adolescence. Even after escaping Gigas Corporation, Yozora was no sooner approached by the Watchmen of Fate and was ascended as a god, and arguably, he is now serving the forces of destiny in the place of his creators. So Yozora heavily values those brief moments of autonomy, where he feels in complete control of the direction of his life and fate. Be it through the command of the Watchmen, or simply when he travels alone.

Yozora also feels ‘happiest’ when people 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘-- i.e, like an ordinary human-- and not like a king, god, machine, or even a monster. For all of those identities have such negative connotations for Yozora, relating to his time in Gigas Corporation. Being treated as ‘unusual’ or ‘inhuman’-- such as people pointing out his heterochromia or technomancy-- reminds him that he’s not fully human, but part machine. Being treated like royalty or divinity reminds him of the false worship by his creators, crowning him as the ‘saviour of humanity’. Whilst Yozora has come to terms with his title as the ‘𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗’, and has accepted his fate as the god of death, he hates being hailed as a ‘higher power’ and much prefers to keep his identity and purpose a secret unless absolutely necessary. When people talk to him without formality, and allow him his moments of privacy and reprieve, Yozora feels most at ease. 

❪ @ivaios​ ❫

SONGS FOR BYLETH / @bardicwine / no longer accepting !           ↳   🎧 + 6 : a song that represents my muse's world view

||. I was honestly a little bit surprised by just how many people asked no.6, but then I remembered that Byleth's world view is fairly complex, given how she changes between routes. For context, my particular Byleth is from the blue lions route, specifically the middle of its "war phase". So, I think we'll start there.

For those who don't know, by the time the war breaks out for Byleth, she's lost a lot of the stability she was just beginning to really understand for herself. Friends she'd made in her students scattered, then reconvened, but for them five years had passed, and for her it had been but an instant. The crux of the Blue Lions house, Dimitri, has gone absolutely mad, and by the canon point I've taken Byleth from, he's been mad for about four in-game months straight. This is not counting the time he'd been mad during the five years he had survived on his own.

Needless to say that Byleth and the rest of the blue lions house felt a little downtrodden. Their troops were low on resources and scrambling to put up a defensive front against the Empire, their own morale was wavering due to Dimitri's impulsive actions and insatiable desire for revenge... And for Byleth, that meant everyone was looking to her to make a miracle. Win the war, keep them all alive, and most importantly: break through Dimitri's madness long enough to get their friend back.

This was... in short, an overwhelming time for her. She never really gets time to regain her bearings in that way, save for her former students and Byleth all feeling the same way. There was a solace in that, and more than anything else, Byleth believes in Dimitri. He helped her grow into herself and, in her mind, showed her, and taught her how to feel, to live, and to be something like 'human'.

I think the best song to describe the dour tone but persistent hope in Byleth is the song MAKE ME BELIEVE by The EverLove

(Lyrics and spotify under cut)

Dance with me into the darkness where the light cannot follow where the spirits are broken And their hearts are all hollow I believe that there is courage but it's burning like ash in the wind and I'm broken to pieces begging to be whole again When the world falls apart and the sky starts to fall When I'm lost in the dark and I'm risking it all When I look to the skies and I fall to my knees will you give me a sign? Will you make me, make me believe?

There's more, obviously, but if the youtube link doesn't work and you prefer spotify:

incorrect quotes generator ! / @theunluckiestduck​ / ACCEPTING !           ↳    Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!

byleth, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. donald: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? byleth: I have depression, what do you think? 

 byleth: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. donald: You know that's called a coma, right? byleth: byleth: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

donald: You’re overthinking this. byleth: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, donald. What if I’m underthinking? 

           affectionate gestures / @sxnburst​​​ / ACCEPTING.      ↳ [ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

⚔️ //  of  course  ,  sun  had  always  been  kind.  he’d  always  been  gentle.  of  these  traits  ,  byleth  could  never  be  surprised.  but  there  were  times  with  the  shift  in  him  that  byleth  found  her  faith  ...  wavering  all  over  again.  after  all  ,  the  look  in  his  eyes  ,  even  if  it  only  been  brief  as  the  twilight’s  haze  ,  haunted  still.   he  had  peered  right  through  her.  had  scowled  upon  her  as  though  she  were  a  blight  upon  his  very  existence.  she  had  disgusted  him.  byleth  would  not  soon  forget  it.

          they  had  been  speaking  together  ,  and  this  whirlwind  of  thought  consumed.  byleth  found  herself  falling  into  a  pensive  silence  , trying  to  rectify  his  past  with  his  present  and  her  truths.

              he  SAID  that  they  were  friends.  that  he  wanted  to  continue  to  be.  but  would  they  truly  remain  that  way?  what  if  he  changed  his  mind? 

              would  he  be  glad  to  call  her  his  companion  as  the  time  went  on?  would   he  want  to  stay  by  her  side  ,  when  her  strange  new  feelings  ran  rampant  in  her?  when  they  tumbled  and  spilled  out  of  her  in  an  overflow? 

             would  he  reach  for  her  hand  as  he  used  to?  would  he  let  her  take  his  ,  when  she  needed  to?  he  wasn’t  wrong  to  worry.  he  was  different.  he  had  changed.  it  was  just  that  ,  maybe  he  had  changed  so  much  that  she  would  find  herself  a  discarded  thing  as  he  moved  forward.  or  ,  maybe  he  would  see  her  again  for  the  ashen  demon  that  she  was  ,  and  could  be  ,  as  so  many  had  for  so  long.  in  that  case  ,  how  could  she  truly  blame  him?  that  he  might  catch  a  glimpse  of  her  bloodstained  hands  ,  with  no  inkling  of  humanity  to  her  ,  and  find  it  oh  ,  so  repulsive.

           she  blinked  ,  and  felt  the  pressure  of  his  presence  from  far  away.  with  it  ,  her  mind  raced  back  to  the  present  moment. 

            byleth  found  herself  tense  beneath  his  touch.  frozen  in  place  and  in  time  as  her  thoughts  sputtered  and  stalled  and  she  tried  and  failed  to  comprehend  it  all.  sun  had  placed  his  hands  on  her  shoulders  ,  as  if  to  steady  her.  and  in  that  moment  ,  byleth  was  reminded  again  that  sun  was  still  kind.  he  was  still  gentle.  and  he  was  careful  with  her  ,  when  he  offered  a  smile  and  tucked  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear.  like  he  had  done  when  he’d  gifted  her  the  butterfly  pin.

           “are  you  okay?”  he  asked.  struck  mute  ,  byleth  could  only  nod  her  response  at  first.  but  with  a  clearing  of  her  throat  and  a  shift  of  weight  ,  byleth  straightened.  it  would  not  do  her  well  to  dwell  on  such  gloomy  thoughts.  she  must  have  faith  in  him.  and  she  must  hold  on  to that  faith  tightly  ,  as  she  had  with  dimitri  ,  and  as  her  blue  lions  had  held  for  her  in  turn.

           “let’s  go  for  a  walk.”  she  said  when  her  voice  returned  to  her.  she  reached  out  ,  and  threaded  her  fingers  between  his  before  hoisting  him  to  his  feet  alongside  her.  “fresh  air  and  exercise  is  conductive  to  a  sound  mind.”

           give byleth a hug ! / @eusyram​ / ACCEPTING !     ↳ Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason.  Hug them.

⚔️ // all  byleth  had  said  was  that  she  would  be  gladdened  to  invite  mary  sue  to  a  tea  party.  it  seemed  ,  though  ,  that  the  invitation  was  enough  to  send  the  girl  into  a  whirlwind  of  fancy.  byleth  was  still  as  the  girl  crashed  her  weight  into  her  ,  and  threw  her  arms  around  her.

          ...  but  then  ,  maybe  she  found  delight  in  tea  parties  ,  the  same  as  byleth  did.

         “i’ll  take  this  response  as  a  ‘yes’.”  byleth  chuckled,  “come  ,  then.  i’ve  plenty  to  spare.”

Outfit Headcanons / wrote @seirosu​ / ACCEPTING!        ↳  ♜ - gym / exercise / training outfit

do not reblog!

He didn't know what to say. Well, that's not true. He knew exactly what he wanted to. He stared at the phone for quite some time. It'd been so long. Three weeks of uncertainty and unknowing, running into lost people in the mists. Having not seen others since the mist finally cleared. He had to know. He had to make sure. He couldn't take the pain anymore.

[to: Byleth]

[from: Donald Duck]

[txt] Hi Byleth

[txt] are you okay? (deleted)

[txt] it's been a long time (deleted)

[txt] I just wanted to check in on you

[txt] I'm really worried about my friends right now (deleted)

[txt] And to make sure that you got home okay after the mist stuff

[txt] please, take care of yourself

[txt] I need to hear from you (deleted)

[txt] I'm here for you

⚔️ // her talk with ismael days ago had reminded byleth that there were certain friends who might try to contact her through the cellphone service. so when she got the tiny 'ping' , at first she had thought it might be ismael , still worrying and wondering over her.

only.... it was another friend entirely.

[ text ; donald. ] Dear Donald, I am glad to hear from you. You have my apologies if I have caused you some level of concern. I am alright. I hope you are as well. Why don't I stop by your sea vessel, so that we can talk in person? I can bring tea. Sincerely, Byleth Eisner.

This is probably the most elaborate cookie she's made yet, but some girls are worth the effort! And so, Mary Sue gingerly deposits her creation outside Byleth's door before running outside to make a wish upon the stars!

Meanwhile, the inside of the overly-elaborate heart-shaped + cupid jewelry cookie box only has a single written note:

DON'T FORGET ME 🥺 - Mary Sue

⚔️ // "..."

byleth lifted the cookie from its box and marveled at the sight. it was ... so ornate. almost too ornate to consider a real sweet. she reread the note from inside and very carefully transported both to her sitting room desk.

in a short paper letter addressed to mary sue later that day:

Dear Mary Sue, Thank you for the gift. It is quite impressive. You are more than welcome to join me for tea around late noon, if you would like. I've only obligation to bake cookies with a student of mine earlier than that. You have my thanks, Byleth Eisner.

      UNPROMPTED  / @fatalmenace​ /  ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

to: byleth from: kronya

'let's continue on where we left at fodlan...' 'i won't tell you the place where we should meet.'

'here is a clue. a forest~'

⚔️ //  byleth  had  vowed  to  herself  that  she  would  NEVER  give  this  woman  a  response.  it   was  what  kronya  wanted  and  so  ,  was  the  LAST  THING  that  byleth  would  ever  want  to  give. 

         she  had  told  herself  ,  too  ,  after  the  day  she  split  the  heavens  into  two  ,  that  she   would  never  again  allow  the  newfound  emotions  that  thundered  within  to  get  the   better  of  her.  (  too  many  lives  at  risk.  too  many  hands  that  reached  to  hers  for GUIDANCE.  ) 

          only  ,  now  her  BLOOD  BOILED  the  same  way  it  had  when  kronya  had  first  showed  her  face  in  this  realm.  only  ,  her  chest  ached  with   the  gravity  of  a  thousand  suns.  the  silver  shine  of  her  sword  in  its  sheath  as  the  moonlight  filtered  in  from  above  hadn’t  looked  so  TEMPTING  since  . . .

          not  since  her  whole  world  had  been  ripped  from  her  with  nothing  but  blood  and  blade.

           she  stared  the  weapon  down.  she  KNEW  temptation  ran  amok  with  honeyed  lies.  she  KNEW  that  this  was  nothing  more  than  another  TRAP  FOR  THE  FELL  STAR  ,  the  same  as  before. 

            so  she  sat.

                       . . .  and  she  FELT.

            .  .  .   some  vows  . . . 

       they  were  meant  to  be  broken.

          [  text  ;  kronya  ]  I  will  not  be  late.

UNPROMPTED / @fatalmenace​ ( .....   &. @heclingmuzik​ ) / ALWAYS ACCEPTING!  ↳  to: byleth        from: kronya 'hope one of these days, you'll bleed just like your friend.' 'don't worry, she's not dead. i just gave her a cut since i fought her~' 'you know her right?'

⚔️ //  hardened  steel  sharpened  her  gaze  as  byleth  looked  down  at  the  instant-letter  device.  an  old  ,  bitter  FIRE  licked  hot  at  her  heels.  burned  hot  within  her  chest  at  the  name  that  dared  to  send  word  once  again.

         and  despite  knowing  better  by  now  ,  byleth  read  that  woman’s  words  anyways.

            'hope one of these days, you'll bleed just like your friend.'

        her  eyes  narrowed. 

             'don't worry, she's not dead.

         nails  dug  crescent-moons  deep  into  her  palms.

               'you know her right?'

           who.....? 

         lysithea?  would  have  contacted.  immediately.  lady  rhea?  byleth  -  somehow  -  felt  she  might  know.  ...  edelgard?  was  an  enemy  of  the  church.  corvus?  they’d  never  met.   so  then  . . .

            byleth’s  blood  ran  cold.

UNPROMPTED / anon / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !     ↳  to: byleth           from: monica          'hope you enjoy the winter holidays!'

                                                ( @fatalmenace​  )

⚔️ //   . . .  so  . . .  she  DID  remember  . . .

        what  a  STRUGGLE  IT  WAS  ,  not  to  dignify  this  woman  with  a  response.

              “. .  .”

      perhaps  she  could  not  erase  the  existence  of  the  contact  . . .  but  ismael  had  once  shown  her  a  DIFFERENT  useful  skill.

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EXHAUSTION STARTERS / @areadri​ / LATE MEME IS LATE ;;v;;    ↳  (cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket / (their cloak !!)

⚔️ //  byleth  had  known  better  than  to  patrol  so  late  at  night  and  yet  she  had  done  so  anyways. the  decision  had  been  a  sporadic  one.  based  more  on  restlessness  than  of  sound  logic.  but  when  the  nights  dragged  on  too  long   and  the  SILENCE  of  an  empty  abode  grew  deafening ,  she  supposed  it   was  much  better  to  TRY  and  stay  productive.

            but  there  were  no  student  goals  to  ponder  over  or  exams  to  grade.  no  students  at  all  ,  to  usher  back  to  their  dormitories  for  a  curfew  of  seteth’s  design. 

            cotes  was  quiet. 

            and  so  byleth  had  taken  her  blade  and  strapped  its  sheath  to  her  belt.  she  had  taken  to  the  streets  in  the  biting  cold  and  marched  her  own  route  through  the  streets  and  wilds of  the  ward  ,  until   her  feet  finally  settled  beneath  the  beginning  of  the  mist-wood  canopy. 

            only  here  did  her  fatigue  catch  up  to  her.  a  deep-seated  DROWSINESS  that  she  knew  well  from  sothis’ presence.  byleth  stifled  a  yawn  and  blinked  at  the  bare  branches  of  the  trees  and  the  moon  that  glowed  beyond  them.  sighed.  then  ,  stood  with  her  back  flush  against  the  nearest  gnarled  trunk  ,  only  to  slowly  slide  down  until  she  was  curled against  its  roots.  her  coat  grew  damp  from  the  silver  snow.

             there  was  no  blue  sea  star  here.

           none  of  the  constellations  were  the  same.

            and  byleth  could  not  help  but  wonder  ,  as  she  stared  into  the  night:  were  her  blue  lions  gazing  up  at  a  similar  sky?  were  they  safe?  or  were  their  times  cut  SHORT  without  her  guiding  hand?

            byleth  let  her  eyes  fall  shut  as  she  willed  the  thoughts  away. 

             she  would   have  to work  harder   —  . . .                                     find  a  way  . . .

             . . .  to  get  dimitri  and  herself  . . .   back  home. 

        there  wouldn’t  —   COULDN’T —  be  rest  for  her  until - . . .

                                      . . .  until  . . . .

                                              . . .

            it  would  not  be  too  long  before  the  professor  began  to  stir.  the  moon  was  still  high  in  the  distant  sky.  in  the  dim  and  the  darkness  ,  byleth  blinked  herself  awake  ,  eyes  a  BLEARY  flutter  of  lashes  and  ethereal  green.  she  was  tired  . . .  and  warm  . . .   and  —  not  in  her  room.              alarm  spiked  through  byleth.  TENSION  knotted  her  shoulders  and  spun  every  fiber  of  her  being  like  taut  wire.  it  was  a  DANGEROUS  GAME  to  tempt  fate  in  the  wilds.  (  she  knew  better.  she  was   not  one  to  sink  into  sleep  so.  )

           but  the  night  was  QUIET  and  ,  beyond  the  blustering  of  the  midnight  wind  and  the  slow  twirl  of  the  snow  fall  . . .  all  was  still.   save  for  her  own  breathing.  and  the  slow  ,  even  breaths  of  another  soul  nearby.

           his  was  a  familiar  silhouette  stationed  close  in  solitude.  a  bent  ,  but  tall  form  with  a  lance  in  hand.  his  dark  armor’s  steely  GLINT  the  only  thing  that  kept  the  man  from  blending  right  into  the  shadows  and  disappearing  altogether. 

             it  was  unmistakably  dimitri  ,  even  with  his  back  towards  her.            “. . .”  quite  quickly  did  byleth  close  her  eyes  again  ,  lest  the  glow  of  them  give  her  brief  awakening  away.  still  ,  she  knew  he  was  nearby.  still  as  stone  and  equally  as  stalwart  in  his  silent  vigil.  byleth  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  to  make  of  it.  he’d made  PLENTY  clear  he  was  bent  to  bury  the  heart  of  the  boy  she  had  once  taught  and  trained.  (  and so  still  the  doubt  trickled   in  ,  a  drip-feed  of  ice through  her  veins.  )  did  he  merely  feel   OBLIGATED  to  be  here?  and  why  would  he  be?  she  still  drew  breath.  (  or  perhaps  -  the  hope  in  her  dared  to  muse  -  he  was  not  so  immune  to  their  bonds  of  friendship  as  he  so  claimed.  )

             black  furs  tickled  at  her  cheeks  with  each  shallow  breath.  the  warmth  of  the  cloak  did  little  to  assuage  the  fatigue  that  wore  byleth’s  consciousness  thin  ,  pondering  such  thoughts.  battling  ice  with  the  flutter  of  tempered  hope  ,  byleth  curled  her  fingers  into  the  darkest  of  the  furs.  she  nestled  herself  further  into  the  blue  fabric. doubting.  hoping.  wishing.  praying.

           the  cloak  was  far  too  big  for  her  ,  byleth’s  sleep-addled  brain  noted.  he  was  probably  cold  . . .  came  the  next  bleary  thought.  but  her  eyes  were  heavy  with  the  sleep  that  had  long  evaded  her.  and  the  warmth  that  surrounded  her.  paired  with  the  quietness  of  the  night  ,  it  was  in  itself  a  beckoning  call.               MAYBE  . . .  she  could  rest  . . .                             . . .  for  just  a  little  while  longer  . . . .

FALL SENTENCE STARTERS  / ​ @celestiialnotes​  / ACCEPTING.    ↳ “Bonfires and apple cider are in my future.” - Sylvain

⚔️ // green  eyes  flit  to  sylvain  ,  looking  him  up  and  down  before  turning  back  to  the  kingdom  and  church  armies.  the  fall  was  beginning  to  set  in.  how  FITTING  it  was  ,  that  victory  was  finally  in  sight.  that  as  the  push  of  faerghus  and  garreg  mach  came  to  its  last  stand  ,  the  land  was  slowly  ,  naturally  ,  began  to  shift  and  fade  into  a  period  of  rest.

           “a  fine  future  indeed.”  she  nodded  ,  and  looped  her  arms  behind  her  back,  “and  one  well  deserved.”  a  tilt  of  the  head  ,  a  glimmer  of  light  in  the  eyes.  her  lips  tugged  into  a  small  smile.  “would  you  be  opposed  to  ...  perhaps  ,  helping  to  set  up  such  a  venture  for  the  troops?  as  a  means  of  boosting  morale.”

Send me a url and I'll answer the following / anon​ / ACCEPTING!

Opinion on; @regancrested​ !

  Character in general: CLAUUUUUDE !!! the man !!! the myth !!! the legend !!! he was my second route and i adored every second of it tbh.... he’s ??? such a neat lord ??? in general ???? i love how clever he is about going through the events of verdant wind and how his relationships with the golden deer develop into something that’s genuine and friendly over time. he deserves it !!!!      How they play them:   we’ve only done one thread with your claude and my byleth but i immediately fell in love tbh????? his voice is very clear and combined w/ the stellar writing style it’s been a pleasure !!! and i find it already so, so neat to see where your claude and my byleth mesh with each other in their own unique way. i would love to continue to explore it !!! :D   The Mun: 
when i found out you were a mun who had a muse in isola too i may or may not have lost my mind hahah !! we haven’t talked OOC outside of the tags but i would love to do so !!! not just for claude but for your isola muse as well! you seem super neat and i’m always open to new friends. uvu

Do I:

  RP with them:  yes!    Want to RP with them: i would love to continue to, yes!

What is my;

 Overall Opinion:

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   Character in general:  so i’m mostly gonna talk about your El bc that’s the one i’m definitely the most familiar with (in general but also having have written with)  but for the record i think ALL of the muses you’ve chosen are all so cool??? wtf bro good taste.  BUT !! I really like edelgard !! i don’t... agree with like 90% of her plan, but frankly it’s cos of that that i love her SO much?? she’s such a fantastic villain with a lot of moral ambiguity going on. and every day i sit cry a whole lot bc  i just !!!???? she’d make such an unstoppable hero.... what with her unshakeable will.... her care for the future.... and for her friends... !!! =v=;; it’s such a shame she plays right into slithers’ plans even in her own route, even if she does intend to screw ‘em over... she’s so tragic.... and so flawed.... and i think that’s what makes her so special she’s just SO COOL.    How they play them:  so let me tell u something your writing is utterly fantastic???? it’s so poetic and pretty.... very elegant. and that’s across the board w all of your muses! :D from the snippets i’ve read here and there it’s all just... so nice. very pleasant to read !!! and as far as specifically your edelgard, i think she’s lovely !!! i like the complexity you bring to her and how you go about funneling it out in the prose !!!    The Mun: we don’t talk super often bc timezones + affiliation BUT !!! the conversations we have had, however brief, have been so lovely !! :’D and i would absolutely love to talk w you more !!! i am just a weenie baby  .... 

Do I:

   RP with them:  occasionally !!!    Want to RP with them: yes!!! gimme gimme !!! //grabby hands//

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