#Dimitri (fe)

[shokuheshi]

[gzeidraws]

Dimitri outfit swap with Alfred, but it just looks like two Dimitris 😂

[aroejumping]

Christmas coming soon!

[toranekooo]

Someone must put a stop to this cycle of the strong trampling the weak.

➷ reblog + credit if using / saving.

[onyxedskies]

Faerghus Mythology Week will be the week of March 12, 2023!!

The goal is to create myths/legends/old wives tales that circulate throughout Faerghus or a region of Faerghus. This can be told in any form - poems, art, novelization, a character telling the story to someone else, or any other ideas you can think of! It can be with established historical figures or your own characters.

Written rules and prompts below the cut!

RULES: Keep this SFW!!! This event is run by a minor. No dead dove-esque works The prompts do not have to be done in order The prompts can be messed around with; they are suggestions and ways to get you going. If you have ideas beyond them, go ahead and use them!

Word Prompts: Day 1: Food Day 2: War Day 3: Love Day 4: Tragedy Day 5: Fire/ice Day 6: Festivals Day 7: Chivalry/Free Day

Detailed Prompts: Day 1: Traditional Faerghan foods and how they bring people together Day 2: The War of the Eagle and Lion Day 3: Wedding traditions. For the bride(s)? Groom(s)? Wedding party? Guests? Day 4: Faerghan funeral/burial rituals Day 5: How are snow and fire treated within the culture? What creatures are associated with them? Are they celebrated? Feared?  Day 6: What roles do magic play within Faerghan festivals? What are the recurring festivals? What do festivals look like in differing parts of the country? Day 7: How do chivalry and loyalty permeate the culture? What legends are there that reinforce the ideas of it? How is it different between the upper and lower classes?

[micdixart]

Some beach shenanigans i drew forever ago

speedo lorenz is still the funniest thing that has ever happened

[izzy-g-art]

Finished my first ever run of Fire Emblem 3 houses, had to doodle Dimitri my beloved!! 🤲

[starscr0ss]

draws dimitri as a goth rock singer. anyways

[mjuno99]

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Can I request cuddle headcanons for the Blue Lion males separately with female Byleth?

I already wrote some for Sylvain, even though that was reader insert I don't think much would change with Byleth. So I'm not going to add anything there.

Also I had no idea how to tag it all... Since I know only ship tags with Felix, Sylvain and Dimitri so I'm not tagging them as ships :y

In all cases though: I think we all can agree that Byleth likes to listen to heartbeats

Blue lion Boys cuddle headcanons

Byleth here is female

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

He used to be scared of not controlling his strength... But he actually doesn't have any problems being gentle with Byleth.

Just in case though... He tends to be a little spoon when they cuddle. Jokes aside, he actually prefers it that way. It's a very comforting feeling.

He likes to at least take one of her hands "hostage" if their position allows it.

But of course he definitely loves having her in his arms as well. Although at times he'd be anxious if she's comfortable. Then again her some says everything he needs to know.

Dedue Molinaro

He does usually feel the need for cuddles but he certainly is happy to provide them when necessary.

His embrace is warm and safe. It's hard for her not to relax when he's hugging her. Hugs from Dedue are literally the best way to forget all of your day's worries.

As for spooning he has no preferences at all. Whatever would go he'd think on how happy he is to have someone like her in his life.

When he's the big spoon he thinks how although she's strong- he wants to protect her.

When he's the little one he remembers that he can rely on her to be there for him.

I know it's a lot of symbolism for just cuddling but I don't know how else I can describe it.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

He isn't used to cuddling much. He also doesn't enjoy being still for so long... But with Byleth it's different.

Still at first he was very awkward with it. Both when it came to his desire for cuddles and how he went about asking it.

He doesn't mind being vulnerable with her. Even though he'd rather die than admit it out loud.

So even though he tends to be a big spoon he definitely loves being small one just as much.

He usually holds her tightly. Not in a way that would make her uncomfortable, he does it more in a "I'll never let you go" way.

Ashe Ubert

He usually is the one to initiate things, so whenever Byleth decides to take the lead or ask him if he'd like to cuddle he's pleasantly surprised!

When they lay down together he really likes to play with her hair. He can get a little restless so this is his way to keep his hands busy.

He often feels like he should say something, but quickly finds comfort in the silence.

When it comes to spooning he's usually the big spoon. After all Byleth is always taking the lead in her daily life, so having a break by finding comfort with your lover is a nice change.

~Mod Bernadetta

[m0rb1dspade]

Redid it cause this looks better

[shokuheshi]

I miss transfem Dimitri

[gzeidraws]

Reward art of Dimitri for Vendi, for donating as part of the FE Rally for Gaza event!

👉 ferally4gaza.crd.co 📅 March 6th - April 17th

[aroejumping]

protect professor😁

[lovely-english-rose]

Dimitri with an ace flag perhaps? If it's not too much trouble.

i also like ace mitya 😌

[onyxedskies]

this is a piece for the lovely @omgkalyppso, go show them some support!

pairing: dimitri x neutral reader

word count: 1048

warnings: none!

Though it hadn’t been dark when you had first sat on the bed, you realized with a start that it was now. You’d been sitting on your bed for hours, it seemed, staring blankly at a wall as you tried to find the energy to get up and do something. But you had few responsibilities today, and you and Dimitri typically took your dinner in your chambers anyway. What harm could it do?

Snow had started falling in the early morning, and it was now piled high on your balcony, the top layer likely coated in a thin sheet of ice. You weren’t cold, per se - the fire in the hearth prevented that - but the persistent chill of Fhirdiad winter had long since seeped into your bones, hardening itself in your war-worked joints. It seemed the chill had invaded the edges of your mind now as well, clouding your thoughts with an ever-present exhaustion.

You heard the door to the drawing room open, looking up to see Dimitri standing there, removing his shoes with the shoehorn you kept just outside your chambers. You didn’t realize you’d forgotten to close the door when you stepped in hours before, but you supposed it didn’t matter now. 

Dimitri looked up towards you, eyebrows furrowing when he realized you were sitting on the bed, still in your day clothes and likely looking somewhat dazed. You tried to smile at him, but felt it fall after a moment. 

“Beloved? Are you okay?” Dimitri’s voice was soft as he walked toward you, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shrugged, not meeting his eyes and instead staring down at the bedspread. “Just tired, I think.” It was only somewhat a lie. You did feel tired, that much was true, but not necessarily in the traditional sense. It was more like your conscience and responsibilities as the King’s partner were weighing more heavily on you than they usually did, sapping at your patience and strength even despite the lack of physical exertion required.

Dimitri opened his arms to you, and you fell into them, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around you. You fell against him, broad chest and strong arms enveloping you in comfort. You buried your face in his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on you gently, holding you close. You felt yourself smile slightly, proud of the progress you’ve made together, proud of the way Dimitri no longer fears his strength and has enough of a handle on it to do this for you. 

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?” His words were gentle, curious but not prying. It was an open invitation, a lifeline of sorts. Gratitude filled you, thankful that he understood approximately what was wrong even despite your inability to voice it aloud.

“Yes,” you admitted. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. You heard a soft chuckle, and you had no doubt it was because your face was still pressed into his shoulder.

You lapsed into silence for a while, Dimitri rubbing your back gently as you basked in his warmth, feeling a little bit of the ice at the edges of your consciousness melting away. It had been a while since you were able to do this, sit together without a purpose other than to simply exist together. It was nice. It was what you needed, even if you hadn’t known it before now.

“You’re doing so well,” Dimitri whispered out of nowhere. “So perfect for me, for the country. I never would have made it this far without your support. You’re so strong, Beloved.”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you burrowed further into his warmth, making yourself as small as possible. Dimitri just hugged you closer, surrounding you yet again in his comfort. You had no doubt he knew you were smiling, and you were sure he was smiling in return.

“You’re so wonderful,” he whispered. “So smart, so powerful. The way you’re able to balance everything is awe-inspiring. I love you so much. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” you murmured. 

Dimitri leaned down to kiss your forehead before resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I’m always here for you, darling. Always. No matter what.”

“I know,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, and the earnestness in his voice made you smile despite yourself. “I want to be here for you. Every moment of every day, for the rest of our lives.”

You hummed, snuggling ever closer to him, ever so grateful for the comfort he provided you just by being there. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too,” Dimitri said.

“You don’t have anything else to do, do you?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I don’t,” Dimitri said. “Even if I did, you’re more important. You’ll always be more important.”

“I hope there are some exceptions to that rule,” you said.

“None,” he replied. You would have laughed if his tone wasn’t so serious. “You will always come first, Beloved. No matter what. The world can wait.”

You felt yourself flush again, but a broad smile was splitting your face now. You pulled away so you could look at him, Dimitri lifting his head from where it was pressed against yours.

“I love you,” you said, appreciating the way the corners of his eye crinkled with his smile. 

“I love you too,” he said. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips, pulling away with that same beautiful smile. “Always and forever.”

You stayed in his arms for a while longer, falling back into him. He hummed a lullaby, the one he had taught you in the early years of your relationship. You smiled at the memory, teaching him the words to the tune your best friend had taught you decades before, worlds and iterations of yourself colliding in the best way you could have hoped for.

You felt your exhaustion begin to tug at your eyelids, felt yourself relaxing even more in his hold. 

“Sleep, Beloved,” he murmured as he noticed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” you asked.

“Promise.”