#Fe3h wip

[jeeves-stuff]

crop crop crop

[viria]

working on a dimileth thing and I'm finally done with lineart👀 full thing is nsfw and you can see it on patreon, but the first page is available from the cheapest tier as it's still sfw :")

[dvrtrblhr]

some people, both old and new (mostly new).

[existentialbread134]

Let's go lesbians 🩷

[rainsbravery]

Abandoned painting of the goddess

[amarevia]

Happy birthday Claude! Thank you for being a wonderful character and also a badass unit! 💛🦌

[anopuff]

tearing through heaven (2019)

due to the recent changes on twit... i'm moving some of the FE artwork i had only posted there to this blog and to instagram! :''') please enjoy the coming byleths and sothis...

[alinesann]

nightly dimi wip now >:3 Love him dearly muah muah

[lanit3]

all this for a silly animatic

[koroart]

Eats a bri c k

[coucou-art]

claude WIP spam (some of them are reeeally old but I just found them again and wonder why I didn‘t continue working on them)

[viria]

Bargain with one's self (dimileth comic - sketch)

wip here as usual🤭

[swordhound]

NOVENA

[pathetic-gamer]

update to the infinite wip lol

[stergeon]

spending some more time chewing on the concept of byleth and edelgard constantly writing each other letters—both while one of them is off traveling and also when they're both at home and seeing each other every day. there's one on the emperor's desk in her study; one in byleth's storage locker in the barracks; one left on a pillow or slipped into a pocket or tucked into a book the other is reading.

the emperor is interrupted during a big meeting by a page delivering a "most crucial missive from the commander." she unseals it in front of everyone and it's a crude drawing of a smiley face that says "hello i love you"

edelgard would write these excessively verbose things, very heavy on the poetry and flowery language. there are a couple paragraphs of updates and then page after page after page of "i love you"s and "i miss you"s communicated in ten thousand different and increasingly grandiloquent ways. byleth has learned to bring a dictionary along on her trips so she can decode all the sesquipedalian nightmare terms edelgard uses to tell her she's pretty. most letters start and end with an implied threat that if anyone other than byleth reads it or finds out how soft the emperor is, there will be hell to pay, but it doesn't stop her from proceeding to go ham on the romantic sappiness.

meanwhile byleth's letters are. pretty straight and to the point. she's keeping her posted about the weather, about this dog that she met, about a cool tree she saw, and transcribing direct quotes and best wishes from their friends. but she also includes little mementos she picked up or shiny things she found (she's like a crow with pretty rocks, shells, and baubles), and presses flowers that she thinks edelgard will like, and attempts to sketch things she wishes edelgard got to see with her. it's painfully obvious that byleth will never have an artistic career, but edelgard adores every single drawing all the same.

(hubert made a suggestion to have the emperor and her adviser use different seals or envelopes for their personal and official correspondence. this was accepted as reasonable. several months later, edelgard found out he made the suggestion after the third instance in which he'd been doing his secretarial duties and responding to the emperor's mail, only to find the message from the emperor's adviser did not, in fact, contain the woman's latest report on the situation in fhirdiad or fodlan's locket, but a rather lurid list of her intentions for the emperor upon returning home to enbarr. one contained a diagram. hubert did not examine it.)

edelgard, who hoards every paper she's ever had reason to touch and who has a (frankly, pathological) filing system for everything in her life, has a special container for byleth's letters that is under lock and key. byleth, who lived out of a rucksack for most of her life and constantly had to consider carry weight when vetting her few belongings, doesn't really know how to... have... things. she struggled with toting around all this paper for a while, but couldn't bear to toss out even the simplest "meet me at 4pm for the council meeting" message. she had to make peace with the concept of using a drawer for something like long-term storage and frequently checks to make sure they're all still there.

both of them keep their favorite ones in the back of their respective journals and act like they're not so extremely, terminally soft on each other.

[space-spring-art]

Mostly I think it's funny that this happens over and over again in the game and I like to think it's a neat little sisyphean hell of hubert's own making