Linhardt von Hevring
@sleepingcrest.bsky.social
I must be good for something, yeah… || MDNI || 21+ mun || Icon: official cipher card art || Multiship || 💙: @vonbigly.bsky.social
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—When it all comes down, I’ll carry you home.
A RP account for Linhardt von Hevring from FE3H and FEW3H. Run by Starry. MDNI.
A RP account for Linhardt von Hevring from FE3H and FEW3H. Run by Starry. MDNI.
September 13, 2025 at 12:58 AM
You are the kindest, most loving and devoted partner I could ever ask for, and the closest companion for my life, both platonic and romantic.
Coming from the guy that boinked half the monastery? Pffffft, okay.
That I have no standards because I picked you.
September 3, 2025 at 6:30 AM
You are the kindest, most loving and devoted partner I could ever ask for, and the closest companion for my life, both platonic and romantic.
I do, because if you look at your collar, the spell is still active.
It’s holding you by the shirt still.
You are standing.
Ergo, I did not drop you. Now leave.
[FINALLY the spell is released. Since he is standing and cannot argue the point much more.]
It’s holding you by the shirt still.
You are standing.
Ergo, I did not drop you. Now leave.
[FINALLY the spell is released. Since he is standing and cannot argue the point much more.]
You don't know that. You're not the one that got viciously thrown out a very high window.
Your feet touched the ground before i released the spell, check your facts.
September 3, 2025 at 6:29 AM
I do, because if you look at your collar, the spell is still active.
It’s holding you by the shirt still.
You are standing.
Ergo, I did not drop you. Now leave.
[FINALLY the spell is released. Since he is standing and cannot argue the point much more.]
It’s holding you by the shirt still.
You are standing.
Ergo, I did not drop you. Now leave.
[FINALLY the spell is released. Since he is standing and cannot argue the point much more.]
He insulted my husband, I had every right to kick him out.
If I was visiting him and insulted Ingrid, I’d expect him to kick me out.
If I was visiting him and insulted Ingrid, I’d expect him to kick me out.
September 3, 2025 at 6:28 AM
He insulted my husband, I had every right to kick him out.
If I was visiting him and insulted Ingrid, I’d expect him to kick me out.
If I was visiting him and insulted Ingrid, I’d expect him to kick me out.
That I have no standards because I picked you.
Oh.
[Well, that changes things.]
What'd he say?
[Well, that changes things.]
What'd he say?
I did not throw him, nor did I drop him.
And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.
And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.
September 3, 2025 at 6:25 AM
That I have no standards because I picked you.
Your feet touched the ground before i released the spell, check your facts.
You let go, and then my feet touched the ground. Still counts as dropping me.
I set you on the ground, lying looks horrible on you.
September 3, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Your feet touched the ground before i released the spell, check your facts.
I did not throw him, nor did I drop him.
And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.
And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.
YOU THREW A GUY OUT THE WINDOW OVER A FRIGGIN BOARD GAME, LINHARDT.
Gently levitated. The door would take too long and he was irking me to no end.
September 3, 2025 at 6:23 AM
I did not throw him, nor did I drop him.
And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.
And it wasn’t over the game. He insulted you.
I set you on the ground, lying looks horrible on you.
He dropped me.
September 3, 2025 at 6:22 AM
I set you on the ground, lying looks horrible on you.
Path of least effort, why did you expect anything else from me?
September 3, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Path of least effort, why did you expect anything else from me?
Gently levitated. The door would take too long and he was irking me to no end.
.
YOU JUST THREW A GUY OUT THE WINDOW, LIN.
YOU JUST THREW A GUY OUT THE WINDOW, LIN.
Caspar, it’s only a first story window.
[And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]
[And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]
September 3, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Gently levitated. The door would take too long and he was irking me to no end.
Caspar, it’s only a first story window.
[And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]
[And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, LET'S JUST CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND—
[FORCIBLY LEVITATING SYLVAIN OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW.]
September 3, 2025 at 6:18 AM
Caspar, it’s only a first story window.
[And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]
[And he’s gently lowering Sylvain anyway, before shutting the window. Bye, you manwhore.]
[FORCIBLY LEVITATING SYLVAIN OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW.]
[And the first thing he uses that first gasp of air for is,]
You're a dirty cheat.
You're a dirty cheat.
[A few more seconds of stifling the fire that is Sylvain, then..]
Get out of my house.
[At least he can breathe.]
Get out of my house.
[At least he can breathe.]
September 3, 2025 at 6:12 AM
[FORCIBLY LEVITATING SYLVAIN OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW.]
[A few more seconds of stifling the fire that is Sylvain, then..]
Get out of my house.
[At least he can breathe.]
Get out of my house.
[At least he can breathe.]
[Fuck. Oh, fuck, it burns.
... Wait a minute,]
... Wait a minute,]
September 3, 2025 at 6:09 AM
[A few more seconds of stifling the fire that is Sylvain, then..]
Get out of my house.
[At least he can breathe.]
Get out of my house.
[At least he can breathe.]
[And suddenly? Sylvain will no longer be able to breathe, the air simply refusing to enter his lungs.]
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.
[A long, pointed look in Caspar's general direction.]
You call that standards?
You call that standards?
Oh, honey, I’m gay.
That means I have standards.
That means I have standards.
September 3, 2025 at 6:06 AM
[And suddenly? Sylvain will no longer be able to breathe, the air simply refusing to enter his lungs.]
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.
Oh, honey, I’m gay.
That means I have standards.
That means I have standards.
[Claps LOUDER]
𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙠 👏🏻 𝙢𝙮 👏🏻 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 👏🏻
𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙠 👏🏻 𝙢𝙮 👏🏻 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 👏🏻
Don’t clap back, you look ridiculous.
[Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]
[Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]
September 3, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Oh, honey, I’m gay.
That means I have standards.
That means I have standards.
Don’t clap back, you look ridiculous.
[Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]
[Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]
[Oh, so that's how we're playing?]
It's 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 shitty 👏🏻 chunk 👏🏻 of 👏🏻 apple 👏🏻
It's 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 shitty 👏🏻 chunk 👏🏻 of 👏🏻 apple 👏🏻
Why are you so agitated over this? Is it because my husband is showing concern, but you’re fighting with your wife?
September 3, 2025 at 5:53 AM
Don’t clap back, you look ridiculous.
[Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]
[Does the judgemental gay guy stare.]
Why are you so agitated over this? Is it because my husband is showing concern, but you’re fighting with your wife?
It's an apple slice. Are you going to die if you don't finish an apple slice?
My husband brought fruit so we did not play all night on an empty stomach, do you mean for me to reject his concern?
September 3, 2025 at 5:49 AM
Why are you so agitated over this? Is it because my husband is showing concern, but you’re fighting with your wife?
My husband brought fruit so we did not play all night on an empty stomach, do you mean for me to reject his concern?
[Impossible—!]
Stop chewing.
Stop chewing.
[And the second point in a row is also Lin’s. Three each.]
Mine, again.
Mine, again.
September 3, 2025 at 5:44 AM
My husband brought fruit so we did not play all night on an empty stomach, do you mean for me to reject his concern?
[And the second point in a row is also Lin’s. Three each.]
Mine, again.
Mine, again.
[He's EATING?! In the middle of a SERIOUS GAME?!]
Hm.
[The corner of his eye twitches briefly, but he leaves it at that. He has a game to win.]
Hm.
[The corner of his eye twitches briefly, but he leaves it at that. He has a game to win.]
[Now that his attention is back on the original side, the opposite gets a play, as Linhardt takes an apple slice…and eats it.]
September 3, 2025 at 5:36 AM
[And the second point in a row is also Lin’s. Three each.]
Mine, again.
Mine, again.
[Now that his attention is back on the original side, the opposite gets a play, as Linhardt takes an apple slice…and eats it.]
[He turns his piece right back around without missing a beat.]
Mine.
[Worth it.]
Mine.
[Worth it.]
September 3, 2025 at 5:29 AM
[Now that his attention is back on the original side, the opposite gets a play, as Linhardt takes an apple slice…and eats it.]
[It’s a double fake, he’s suggesting he looks at the other corner when really he should remain focused on the original side.
And it works, the third point is Lin’s.]
And it works, the third point is Lin’s.]
[Aaaand the second point is his, too. Is Linhardt luring him away from one side of the board...? He'll have to keep an eye on the other corner.]
[Damn. But Linhardt is unfazed, continuing to play with a level head. Nothing but the click of pieces as they move.]
September 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM
[It’s a double fake, he’s suggesting he looks at the other corner when really he should remain focused on the original side.
And it works, the third point is Lin’s.]
And it works, the third point is Lin’s.]
[Damn. But Linhardt is unfazed, continuing to play with a level head. Nothing but the click of pieces as they move.]
[That's a trap. A tempting one, too. It's far too early in the game to go on the attack, but... Oh, what the hell. Sylvain takes the first point of the match.]
Mine.
Mine.
[Complete silence, total focus. A move is made, and the match continues.]
Yours.
Yours.
September 3, 2025 at 2:32 AM
[Damn. But Linhardt is unfazed, continuing to play with a level head. Nothing but the click of pieces as they move.]
[Complete silence, total focus. A move is made, and the match continues.]
Yours.
Yours.
[He means business this time. No witty banter, no teasing; Sylvain picks a decently neutral opening, and sets his piece down.]
Yours.
Yours.
Your move.
September 3, 2025 at 2:08 AM
[Complete silence, total focus. A move is made, and the match continues.]
Yours.
Yours.
Your move.
[Cracks knuckles loudly.]
[Sets up the board.]
September 3, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Your move.
[Sets up the board.]
It sure was. 😛
Ready?
Ready?
Ew, gross.
September 3, 2025 at 1:50 AM
[Sets up the board.]