#Lyall

[luce-speaks]

cross stitch lyall is complete! pattern was modified from pixel art given to me by sara from artscuffle :D

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while we're submitting crack ships, i think ephraim and lyall should trade boyfriends. ephraim and valerius would have all the homoerotic rivalry of ephinnes and all the angst of ephlyon. lyall and lyon would just be cute wholesome fluff. i need them to interact in FEH.

also because lyon deserved to have been saved by his boyfriend and valerius should've been killed <3

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[erectomyjunko]

GUYS

how do you see Remus' childhood.

Do we hate the lyall suicide? Do we like it? Do we prefer the idea that greyback killed him? Do we want him dead at all?

please I need help

[j4ckab0iii]

Woah. More art. That’s crazy.

Tried out a new brush, I think I’m in love with it

Anyways this is my boy Lyall with his new and improved design for the first time since his creation in 2016

[ladypepperofdavenshire-archives]

The Ashlund siblings, Hild and Lyall, for @urban-hart as an #inktober trade! I hadn’t drawn these two yet (even though I LOVE them a lot), so it was fun finally getting around to trying them in my style!

[krakenoflight]

Richter had to go run some errands so it was Lightkraken's turn to hold Lyall's hand.

[lyall-the-loyal]

A set of heavy double doors opens onto a wide balcony. On one end, the balcony wraps around the side of the building, disappearing out of sight. At the other stands a figure with its back to you. Dressed in a dark-colored uniform with gold trim, it stands rigged, watching something over the edge of the balcony. Sunlight gleams off the blade of a spear held in the figure's hand. They don't seem to have noticed you.

What will you say?

[luce-speaks]

Lyall and Valerius

thanks for the ask!! lyall and valerius' relationship goes through a lot throughout the game (and before the game starts).

it starts when they're both kids—both nobility, at that point—running around unsupervised at fancy parties. lyall has a total little-kid-crush on valerius, and valerius likes lyall's company more than most of the other people he has to interact with at these events. they spend a lot of time together.

after lyall's parents divorce and lyall is (effectively) no longer nobility, they don't get to see each other anymore, but they never forget each other. lyall, especially, has a penchant for staring into the middle distance and wistfully saying things like "valerius... i know you're out there somewhere..." (this is a crack at alm and celica from echoes)

when the war starts, with lyall and valerius inadvertently leading armies against each other, lyall never gives up on valerius. not even when she finds out he's at the helm of the other army. not even when valerius disappears and starts killing again, breaking the delicate peace they had just established. lyall takes falchion, valerius' blade by birthright, and swears to return it to him and bring him home.

lyall chases valerius once again, back to their home country, and finally finds him possessed by an evil dragon. they fight. lyall knows what he has to do. they strike the killing blow themself, with valerius' own blade.

falchion kills the dragon before it kills valerius, and with last-minute intervention from healers, valerius recovers. at this point in the game, the threads are starting to come together—romulus' disappearance and the destruction of the arcane academy and valerius' possession all tying back to a wizard cult that's been trying to free the last dragon—and valerius joins lyall's army to stop them. finally, finally, they stand together.

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i always thought lyall's scarf was such a weird design choice especially considering how much it's emphasized that their hometown is in Warm Land but after seeing their sean supports i realized it's there to divert attention from their burn scar... they just want to be judged by something other than their scars even if that something is a scarf in the middle of summer...........

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[practicecourts]

I would love to learn about Hope Lupin WIP!

Thanks for asking Mel,

This is a series of moments in the life of Hope Lupin (originally started as a series of writing challenges) The first chapters are up on AO3 as Silent Night

I had plans and some words for two more chapters and i've just looked at it and it's just very very sad actually. but ... have a snippet anyway (ducks and hides)

She sings to Remus, an old song her grandmother used to sing to her when she was as old as her son. She repeats the song when she’s done, Remus’s eyelids droop and close as she starts her third time. He’s asleep before she reaches the end.

Nails click on the steps that lead to the basement. Black eyes stare at them and then Brenin trots inside the room and drops his heavy body unceremoniously at the foot of Remus’s bed. When Lyall orders him to get up Brenin only flicks his ears. When he bends down to push the dog upright Lyall is met with a low growl. In the end, it takes a very stern command combined with grabbing him by his collar, before the dog follows them out of the room and Lyall can close the door, leaving Remus alone.

Hope sits down on the floor leaning against the wall and watches the door, the wood replaced by steel. She shivers, this is what they have to do. Rationally. Understanding something and being alright with it are two different things. She feels as if Remus’s awake and he can see her, straight through the locked door. A warm heavy weight settles against her and a furry face pushes against her hand, she tangles her fingers in the wiry coat.

The night is long. The sounds are muffled but she hears howling, the sounds of breaking wood, something falling against the walls. Ocasionally, Brenin lifts his head and whines.

Lyall’s hand reaches for hers. “I can silence the sounds if you want me to.” “No,” she answers, “I need to hear it.” She might not be able to be in that room with her son tonight, she might not be there to hold him, to help him in any meaningful way, but she will not hide from what is happening to him.

Lyall nods and he doesn't let go of her hand.

They don’t talk anymore, they just sit on the steps, gazes fixed on a door without a handle.

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Who else is excited for the new SWA song? 🙋‍♀️

They announced a listening party for Sunday including a Q&A with donations welcomed (tickets are free. Link is in their insta bio). I decided to donate a generous amount and I get an email ten minutes later asking if it was a mistake 😂

But these boys deserve everything and so much more. Looking forward to tomorrow night for the new release 🥰

[krethes]

🤲🏻 and ❌ please and thank you :)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I see you, nonny, being all sneaky 😘 Sure thing! Let's see what I've got in the cooker...ah!

Lyall has a bloody tuft of grey fur from the night of the attack, ripped from the werewolf's body with a severing curse. It should have removed its entire head, but werewolf pelts are curse resistant, and even Lyall's most powerful attack barely made an impact. But Greyback isn't a werewolf now. He's without that protective pelt, as vulnerable as any other human. With his blood, Lyall can track him.  He's always had a curiosity about dark, old magics, the ones locked away in the Restricted Section at Hogwarts and behind protection charms at the Ministry. His clearance gives him access to just about anything, and it's that more than a love for the job that keeps Lyall working there. He has a thirst for knowledge that has yet to be quenched, and magic that the Ministry has labeled "dark" is the most intriguing. He uses what the knows to extract the blood from the fur into a mortar, followed by several drops of his own, dripped in to the beat of a rhythmic chanting charm.  Poured over a panel of undyed silk, the blood bleeds through the fabric in the shape of a forest Lyall knows well, butting up against the rocky coastline. 

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

This is hard, because you know "never say never" and all that, but I reaaaaaalllllly don't like time travel. Can't do it. Brain doesn't like it. I've managed to read amazing fics with it in them (Tea and No Sympathy comes to mind) but it just doesn't click in the ol noodle.

[luce-speaks]

Nestor Recruitment Dialogue (Faker Emblem)

(please ignore me crossposting this super late, i'm just trying to get everything in one place for the time being!!) this was written for an art trade with @simikae and features her faker, nestor :)

Act 2, Chapter XX: Follow Through

Enemy General: Move in, soldiers! Our supplies have taken a considerable hit. Search the town for anything that might sustain our march. We move out by nightfall.

Lyall: Dragons’ blood! This is because of that supply caravan we took out, isn’t it? And now these townspeople are going to suffer for it.

Deva: Sure looks like it. I’m telling you, this is why we don’t meddle! War only brings misfortune, no matter what you fight for!

Joan: Our fault or not, those people are in danger. We ought to do what we can to help them.

Lyall: Right. Everyone, let’s cut them off through the woods! We need to protect as much of the village as possible!

Deva: Lyall, are you sure this is—Hey! Come back! Urgh, looks like we’re fighting again…

Turn 1

[Nestor appears as a green unit from a patch of trees in the corner of the map.]

Nestor: Huff… huff… There. That should do it, right? All that forest behind me… they’re not going to chase me all the way out here. Right? Right.

Nestor: Now all I need to do is… huff… find a place to rest. Maybe a nice tavern nearby, or…

Nestor: Ack—Sargan soldiers! Oh, no. No, no, no! If they find me here, I’m dead!

Nestor: Okay, Nestor. Keep it together. All you have to do is run… and hide… and hope there’s not a bounty on your head yet. Easy!

Nestor: And if that fails… at least I still have my sword.

Talk to Nestor with Lyall

Lyall: Hey, you!

Nestor: Agh! Don’t hurt me!

Nestor: Er—haha, wait. You’re not Sargan. Who are you?

Lyall: I’m Lyall. I’m leading a small resistance force to protect the people of Achernar until our army can re-form.

Lyall: I didn’t mean to scare you. I know the army seems intimidating, but we’ve fought them a few times now. Stay behind me—we’ll guide you to safety.

Nestor: Uh—wow, really? You’re actually fighting them? And you’re not going to surrender, or turn me in, or—

Lyall: Yeah, we’ll be fine. Now if you’ll just—

Nestor: I’ll help you!

Lyall: What?

Nestor: Er, sorry, that was—uh—I’m from the next village over. And I’m good with a sword!

Nestor: Just let me help you make sure you don’t lose this battle. And… uh… maybe don’t send me to the front lines when the enemy general is around?

Lyall: Alright.

[Nestor joins your army.]

Attack Enemy General with Nestor

Enemy General: …You look familiar.

Nestor: Haha, what? No I don’t. You must be seeing things.

Enemy General: You were one of Severus’ contingent, were you not?

Enemy General: How odd, to see you here when you should be two days’ march to the north. I’m sure you remember what the punishment for desertion is in Sargas…

Nestor: Haha! Yeah! I’m sure I would know that if I was a deserter! Which I’m not!

Enemy General: Raise your sword. You may have dishonored yourself, but I will not give you a coward’s death.

Nestor: …Fine, then. If I have to.

Battle Ends (Nestor Recruited)

Lyall: Phew! Thanks for the help.

Nestor: Ah, it’s no problem! I’d, uh, better get going now—

Lyall: Hang on. You got a name, mystery soldier?

Nestor: Yeah, it’s Nes…tor. Nestor. Yep! Just my normal, real name. It’s really common in the village I’m from, actually—

Lyall: Nestor, then. I was wondering if you’d be interested in joining us.

Nestor: What?

Lyall: Well, you know what they say—common enemies make for new friends. I’m not sure who you’re running from, exactly, but if you want to stand your ground instead, we’d be happy to have you.

Nestor: Really? You’d… Just like that, I mean? You don’t need to check… anything?

Lyall: Hey, we can’t afford to discriminate. If you’ll fight, we’ll have you.

Nestor: Wow, uh, great! I do owe you for the help, so… I’m in!

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