#Fire Emblem Python

[good-beansdraws]

Python + Forsyth: Childhood Crush

Another duo design for these two, featuring Forsythia and Snake Plant flowers :') Originally I was going to make their expressions/poses more comically exasperated with each other, but I realized I just wanted something wholly sweet so we went with this!

(Individual versions and a transparent one under the cut because I also like the colors without the pink bg)

[frickingnerd]

the way you look at me

pairing: python x gn!reader

summary: you run into python after a bath and he can't help but stare at you...

"oh, wow…"

python couldn't help but stare at you as you left the bathroom, wearing only a towel to cover yourself, while you dried your hair with another one. as you spotted python staring at you, a small blush hushed over your cheeks and you glared at him. 

"you're teasing me again, aren't you?" 

you had fallen for his sarcasm time and time again, but you weren't going to let it happen again. there was no way this look was the one making him speechless! 

"no, i'm– i'm not. for once, i'm not!" 

you quietly stared at him for a moment as you let his words sink in, before you quickly turned around, trying to hide your flustered face. 

"creep…!"

you huffed at python, as you quickly hurried away to your room, hoping he hadn't noticed how nervous he had made you…

[nowis-scales]

Another year, another new set of pride headcanons based on a FE game I’ve played! This time around, we’ve got Echoes, but if you want to see Awakening, Fates, Three Houses, or Engage, they’re all here. As I’m still experiencing the game, there are potentially points where I might be slightly off-base, but hey. It’s all for fun anyway, and I’m perfectly happy to update things if I notice there’s any changes.

Please be kind and remember that it’s all in the name of celebration — it’s okay to not agree with my hcs (sometimes I might not, too — I fluctuate on some of these!), but be polite about it. There’s room for everyone in need under the rainbow. Thank you!

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 1: Friendship

Python’s Ten-Step Guide to Discovering You’re Aromantic

First, you need to notice something is different between you and your best friend. Do it nice and early, when he reads you storybooks of heroes and kings and battles that all culminate in a beautiful wedding. Your friend likes looking at the illustrations of the knight rescuing their lover. He can’t rest until he’s finished reading the last page. Stop him to look at the pictures of the fights. Enjoy the dragons. Enjoy the hero’s sword. When you’re alone, be sure to close the book before the lovers even reunite, because you’re excited that he won the battle using all his strength and valor, and isn’t that enough?

Spend your childhood hating every Day of Devotion to varying degrees. You can start off enjoying it, if you’d like: confess nonexistent feelings to a pretty thing in the hopes it’ll do you some good. Give flowers to the cute neighbor only to feel nothing at his rejection. Eventually, though, realize that something about the day pisses you off. You won’t be able to put your finger on it (it’s only step 2, after all). 

Worry that your best friend is the problem, and far too sentimental over everyone and everything. He’s definitely not the norm you should be comparing yourself against. Worry your pops is the problem. You know he never loved your mother, you’d never seen him love anyone, maybe this all started with him somehow. Then, worry that you are the problem. Spend sleepless nights and miserable days wondering why the goddess put you together with something missing on the inside. Try to spend as little time as possible on this one, but it’s okay if it takes a while.

One particularly quiet night, break into your friend’s father’s lord’s library. A little crime is necessary in affairs like this. You’re not the quickest reader, but maybe there’s something in here that you’ve been missing. Even if the bastard doesn’t have any books on the subject – flip through those pages of romance, courting, soulmates, and the power of love until you get fed up and leave with nothing to show for it.

Court everyone you possibly have a chance with in your little village. Silently compare yourself with the way your best friend talks about the butcher’s daughter, then break off each courtship when it doesn’t match up. Find someone new, they might be the right one. Take up archery to impress your potential dates. Learn all sorts of songs on your cittern (you’ll prefer the dances, but you have to learn the love songs because that’s all people will request). Leap into every gossipy conversation you can about affairs and crushes and relationships. Lend an ear to romantic tales about everyone from your neighbor to the head of Zofian knights. Throw yourself into it with a flirtatious fervor until you no longer recognize yourself. 

Next, you need to undo everything you just did. (Well, you can keep up the cittern playing. That will still help you take a date to bed now and again.) Look yourself in the mirror one day, and take down the act. Find yourself again. Be at some kind of peace with it. If there’s anyone you’re going to learn to love in your life, it’s going to be you. Start that right now, while staring in the mirror and listening to your friend chatter on in the other room, since he invited you over to offer comfort after your latest, and last, breakup. You don’t really need the big to-do, but you do enjoy the company.

Gather up the courage to broach the subject with your friend. Don’t do it like a normal, composed person. No – save up the thoughts for a long while, waiting until you’re at a real low point. You’ve got to be in the dumps for more reasons than this alone, but this is the main thing that comes spilling out of you as you curse the world, the gods, and yourself.

Now, this is the best step because you don’t even need to do anything. You may think that you will. You may have spent the past few steps preparing for the worst. But really, you don’t need to do a thing. Let your best friend pull you close. Let him hold you for a minute, assuring there’s nothing wrong with you. Let him say how much he cares about you. How he wouldn’t want you any other way. Let him buy you a drink, because he says it’s something that you should take pride in.

Celebrate. Celebrate. It’s important that you repeat this step. Do it as often as possible. Repeat it every single day of your goddamn life.

Now that you’ve got yourself all figured out, you can help out some others along the way. You’ll find people just like you, and people nothing like you who show what else is possible. There will be that kind pegasus knight you get talking with late into the night. That young and withdrawn mage boy. The boisterous footsoldier. The imposing swordsman who was occasionally a swordswoman. The mysterious redhead who’s feeling as if something important is missing. Remember your own pain, and your relief, and offer him some of it. 

(It’s not an official step, but make sure you’re getting your share of shuteye the whole time. This shit is exhausting and you deserve a break. Godspeed.)

[moaa]

[bananabraiined]

With these forma, beat Hall of Forms.

[xbuster]

[drowzydruzy-art]

drew two very different pythons today. i hope you like them (shoutout to gamma for posting the 2nd burgerpants screenshot in may of last year and saying it was python energy. i remembered it again yesterday and something happened to me)

[mogonv]

the rgb march (2018)

[softlytired]

It's all about the blue green childhood friendships,,, 💙💚

[pythons-bow]

What are they thinking about??

[good-beansdraws]

python sea serpent..... lukas oarfish

Thank you so much for the request!! I'm always lucky for a chance to draw the boys :3 Oarfish Lukas is so big brained, it suits him so well! I went for a classic burmese python teeth and tail this time, there's a brown version under the cut that I still really liked. Lukas prefers lurking under the water to study the humans above, but Python spends most of his time relaxing in the sunshine and chatting with the boats that drift by. (Occasionally he gets a kick out of rocking boats and scaring sailors...) They both bond over caring for their long tails :)

Also I felt bad leaving Forsyth out, but in my mind he's one of the sailors/swimmers that has caught the eye of not one but two pretty mermen...

[fore-seer]

some advice from python fire emblem

[luce-speaks]

the car scene

written for @fe-aspec-week 2024! this is set in echoes dnd au (created by me and @good-beanswrites), in which the plot of Echoes is the plot of the group’s d&d game. scenes in italics take place in-game.

—

Lukas sighs. “Honestly, Python? I'm not sure if I love her or not. Since being parted from her, I feel no particular longing to see her again.”

(He stops briefly, glancing around the table, trying to gauge if he’s doing okay. It doesn’t seem right to spend too much session time on his character’s personal issues, but everyone seems content enough. He decides to continue.)

“I sometimes wonder if a vital part of me is broken. I look at Clive and Mathilda and see... Well, you used the word "fire". But whatever it is that they have, I seem to lack it.”

Python punches him on the shoulder. “Aw, don't you worry. The ‘one true love’ thing isn't for everyone. Certainly not for me. And I dare anyone to tell me that I’m broken.”

Lukas blinks. “So you think such a lack of feelings is… normal?”

This time, when Python leans in, he throws his arm around him, for a sort of half-hug that Lukas politely tolerates. “Perfectly.”

—

The session ends soon after, with cheerful goodbyes exchanged as they all filter out of Mila’s fancy apartment. Lukas joins the other two in Forsyth’s beater of a car, and they begin the thirty-minute trip back to their apartment complex.

It’s silent in the car for a few minutes, interrupted only by the staticky hum of the radio that refuses to turn all the way off and the ever-concerning rumble of the engine. And then—

“Y’know,” Python says abruptly, “it’s pretty cool that you made your character aro.”

Forsyth nods. “It is! You never see that in fantasy stories. It’s pretty sad.”

“…What?”

The car goes dead quiet again. The rumbling engine sounds louder than ever.

“Luke…”

“That was on purpose, right?” Forsyth says, craning around to peer at Lukas in the backseat.

Python elbows him. “Eyes on the road, Fors.”

“Yeah, but he—”

Lukas sighs. “Can one of you explain what you’re talking about?”

Now it’s Python’s turn to lean across the center console (and Lukas’s turn to wonder how these two haven’t gotten themselves into a car accident yet.) “So, that stuff you were saying in the last scene. How he wasn’t in love with that backstory character, and maybe not with anyone else, either? And he feels like he’s broken because of it?”

He nods, unsure where this is going. “I… thought it made sense for the character.”

“It does,” Forsyth says. “And it also sounds a lot like he might be aromantic.”

“Aro, for short,” Python adds. “It means you’re not interested in anyone like that—romantically, I mean. Like me.”

“You’re… not?” Lukas frowns. “But I thought—at the game cafe—”

“Hey, aromantic and asexual are two different things. Which I only happen to be one of.” Python grins. “So, y’know, if you ever—”

“PYTHON!” Forsyth turns away from the wheel again, this time grabbing his friend by the shoulder. “Can you at least save it until we’re out of the car?”

“Hey, eyes on the road!”

“I know! If you hadn’t started—“

Lukas tunes out the arguing in the front seat, too preoccupied with his own thoughts to keep track of what they’re talking about. He feels a bit guilty for (accidentally) tricking his new friends into thinking he made his character like this on purpose. For making something that spoke to them, made them feel seen, only to have to explain that it was all happenstance. It feels like a betrayal of some sort, even if he didn’t intend it.

But, then again, there’s something else bothering him. Memories resurfacing, of his parents asking him when he’ll get married, of school dances and college parties, of a thousand little moments that each left a bad taste in his mouth. He always figured it would change when he got older, or when he got away from his parents—but he’s done both, hasn’t he? He’s almost thirty, and he’s living alone, and he’s never once wished for someone else to share that bed with him. He’s never thought too hard about it, but…

“Python,” he says nervously. “How exactly do you know you’re aro?”

“Uh—”

“The general ‘you’, I mean, not you specifically,” he adds quickly. “Just… how do you figure it out? How do you know you’re not just…” He trails off, unsure how to finish that sentence.

Python glances at Forsyth. Forsyth, for once, stays focused on the road, where he’s trying to merge into the left lane of the highway. Python turns back to Lukas.

“Uh,” he says again. “Usually, I think, you just get tired of waiting. S’what I did. Got bored of waiting for something to change and decided to go my own way. There’s not really a process to it. You just… make up your mind.”

“And it’s okay if you change it later!” Forsyth adds. “Using a label isn’t something you have to commit to forever. If it stops being helpful to you, you stop using it.”

“Oh.” They make it sound so simple, he thinks. “I… I need some time to think about all this. It… makes sense, I just…”

“Hey, there’s no rush,” Python says.

Forsyth nods. “Take your time. We’ll be here if you need anything.”

“And for what it’s worth—” Python turns toward the backseat again, looking Lukas directly in the eye. “You’re not broken, Luke. No matter what anyone told you. Okay?”

Lukas nods, still lost for words, before choking out a “Thank you.” The path ahead of him is treacherous, but in this moment—in the back of Forsyth’s shitty car, surrounded by people who support him, wrapped in the hum of the engine—he feels like he can take it all.

(When he officially comes out at another D&D session a few weeks later, he receives a hearty round of hugs and congratulations, none more enthusiastic than Python and Forsyth’s. It’s the happiest he’s felt in a long, long time.)

[good-beanswrites]

Headcanon time

The reason Python’s always tired is because he’s a super light sleeper. He can crash just about anywhere, but anything can wake him.

Forsyth sleeps like the dead, but he heavily relies on the perfect temperature/sensory conditions. He doesn’t say anything outwardly, but his body is picky about getting comfortable.

Lukas is prone to insomnia, which is why he’s shown to take night sentry watch. Once he gets to sleep it’s pretty sound.

[houjitsun]

he's winning the idgaf war

also can you believe i literally had no plan for the lighting and background at all. i just made this up on the spot SOBS