#fe:sov

[temblequenator]

A headbust of Clair! (Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia)

[roraruu]

wip: broken jaw

Faye is the first and only one to see him after the comment from the passing by nobleman. It dawns on him as soon as he approaches the campfire, the most logical place to go to lick wounds after a battle… Somewhere warm and lit and as he’d hoped, would be abandoned, is not.

His world knocks into focus when he snaps a twig with his boot and Faye’s head snaps up, her pigtails following her movement. Her hand is instantly on a dagger—one that Lukas remembers Gray wielding—and her eyes flash with fear.

I forgot. He recalls. She was assigned the second shift tonight.

Faye eases a little, but her eyes flit from the dirt on Lukas’s knees to the scratches on his elbows from being pushed to ground. Her eyes graze over the blood trickling from his upper lip. The taste of metal sours on his tongue. She takes his unsightly presence in and the etiquette lessons drilled into him at birth make him instinctively raise a hand, forgetting that his knuckles are split, bloodied and are certainly bruised, to hide his swelling lip.

Lukas instantly remembers his place, Clive’s voice in his ears: you are an officer now. You must set an example to our young recruits.

He stands a little taller, feels a blush of shame cross his cheeks. Faye just stares at him, taking in the sight of her commanding officer who very obviously just got out of a fist fight. Her hands loosen around the dagger and it slides back into the delicate purse that hangs at her side.

“I know white magic.” Faye offers quietly. She is on her feet and is so… small. She cannot be older than seventeen. Lukas thinks. It’s the pigtails and the innocent village skirt and those wide brown eyes unused to the sight of death. Their youngest is Kliff, but even he seems more suited to fighting than she. Faye is strong and capable but whenever Lukas witnesses her in battle, idle and disengaged, her eyes flit everywhere, panic clear on her face.

As she closes the distance between them, Lukas realizes it’s the first words she’s said to him, outside of greetings, notifications that food had prepared, nods when he orders her to do something and her frantic demand to be brought along when they were leaving Ram Village.

Faye doesn’t wait for Lukas’s approval, taking him by the elbow—narrowly avoiding the nasty scuff he’d gotten—and sits them before the dying embers of the campfire. He shudders a little when Faye begins pressing her dry, newly-calloused hands against his broken skin. With a prayer, she takes away the bruises, the blood, the marks of the battle; she leaves behind the words, the “backwater”, “led by a base born bastard”, “the group of hick children” and the assumption that they’ll all be slaughtered before they could truly enlist.

The firelight illuminates the cost of the duel left on Lukas’s face. The white magic—cool and tingling and inhuman—takes it away. His body feels numb in spots, and the sensation will fade long before dawn when his skin has sewn itself back together and the bruises have been faded back to pale skin.

Faye draws her hands back into her lap, just for a second before reaching for her canteen of water. She produces a handkerchief, embroidered with flowers and pretty things, something that a lady carries and gives as a favoured token to her courtly love.

The water is cool against his skin. She’s using her rations to clean me up. Lukas shies away from her touch, from pain but also from duty: he knows well that they do not have enough for them and that by the time they get to the Deliverance Hideout, rations will be sparse. “You will not get any more if you use it all.”

It comes out harsher than he means it. He winces when the water, warmer than he expected it to be, touches his brow. Her white magic skills leave much to be desired, they are faulty and underdeveloped, but still surprising to see. She’d only just been blessed as a mage. Silque must have been the one to teach her, in between marches and battles. Lukas had advised Alm to make use of an abandoned mare they’d found in a farmer’s field and set Faye on the path of a cavalier, but Alm had insisted otherwise:

I’ve seen her use black magic before, Lukas. She’ll pick up quickly, I know she will. He told him in the Thieves’ Shrine.

Lukas dryly thanks Mila that Alm did not think to set her on the holy path of a cleric. His wounds slowly close over, the numb sensation fleeing much too quickly. The pain returns.

“I don’t care.” Faye says quietly. She wets the cloth again, wipes the crusting blood from his brow. “If Gray or Kliff gets up and sees you like this, they’ll lose all respect for you. Trust me, you can’t have that.”

Lukas submits to her care. He shuts his eyes as she takes his hands into her lap—the nobleman’s blood and skin probably still stuck under his nails—and cleans them with the handkerchief that she probably bought in the same town, just feet away from the nobleman who called her a bumpkin scum under his breath.

When she’s done, Lukas tells her to go to bed, that he will take her shift. Faye doesn’t protest—the dark circles under her eyes tell all—and gets up and goes to bed without protest.

As they don their packs and prepare the convoy for march the next morning, Lukas gives her his canteen of water, ready to go without.

[frickingnerd]

berkut with a touch starved s/o

pairing: berkut x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established romantic relationship

berkut isn't a naturally touchy person

however, he is the type of man who would do anything for his beloved and that includes physical affection!

he'll start testing your boundaries by small gestures, like holding your hand or kissing your forehead whenever you two part ways

if you react positively to the physical affection, he'll continue with cuddling with you when the two of you are alone

berkut is the type who can only lay still during cuddling if he's exhausted, otherwise his hands are all over you, gently rubbing your arms or playing with your hair

berkut likes to keep those intimate moments between the two of you private, since he doesn't want people to think he's soft

however if you express a desire to hold his hand in public or be close to him in any way while others are around, he can't say no

he often has you sit on his lap as he either holds your hand or plays with your hair when the two of you are in public

nobody dares to comment on it, knowing how berkut can get if they say anything even remotely mean about his beloved! 

[mothuary]

Oh! found the full piece 🖤 It's based on the lore of Fire Emblem Echoes bc i thought Mila's wings would look nice in the style

[cogentsummoner]

i don't really selfship but fuck i love a good bandwagon. so instead

[loregoddess]

14, 15, 25 for the Love your fandom ask

14) the ship that always makes you smile Hmm, for long-running media, probably Midna x Link from LoZ:TP, bc that's basically the oldest ship in my fleet and it still brings me lots of joy. For mid-running media, probably Kay x Franziska for AA (my first rarepair), Rinea x Faye for FE:SoV (rarepair I wasn't expecting to see others ship), and Ashe x Dedue (literally got me to go out of my comfort zone to figure out how to draw cute ship art, when I was really bad and afraid of drawing people interacting). For stuff that I've gotten into over the past year, probably Alear x Pandreo from FE:Engage, and Mineru x Purah from LoZ:TotK (also I'm kinda silly goofy happy about Jin x Xiaoyu finally getting some development in Tekken 8, but that's bc I had to suffer watching it come to fruition over like, 20 years of my life, slowest goddamned slowburn I've ever had to endure).

15) the character that always makes you smile Oh, lots and lots. Long-running media would be Shad LoZ:TP, love that guy, I get excited anytime I see him. For mid-running, Satoru Hosonaga, my beloved from DGS/tGAA, a decent number of FE characters (Kurthnaga, Rhys, Libra, Flora, Lukas, Faye, Dedue, Ashe, and Ferdinand come to mind off the top of my head), most of the FF7 cast but esp. Red XIII/Nanaki. For more recent things, Alear and literally any of the Engage characters actually, the Octo2 crew (and also the Octo1 crew, and a fair amount of NPCs from both games); I also read Dungeon Meshi recently and I gotta say one of the most casts of all time, I haven't settled on favorites yet but damn were there some good characters.

25) a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces Block button is your bestie, don't feel bad for blocking people for any reason whatsoever so that you can peruse the fandom tag in peace. But also, if you find other fans who are making stuff you enjoy, support them by reblogging their art or headcanons or writing or whatever, or even just liking their stuff.

Do what you want to see in your fandom if you have the energy. I like to see people excited about things they love, whether that's a character or a ship or something about the story or their OCs or their own headcanons, like, doesn't even matter if it's not my Thing, I genuinely enjoy seeing people happy and brave enough to share that happiness in the main tag, so I try to also share stuff that brings me joy when I engage with fandom stuff too. Share joy when you can.

This is not to say you should never be negative ever like, you should also give yourself space somewhere to be a petty snob about things that tick you off. You don't have to make it public, but at the very least give yourself an outlet to let the negative move through and out of you. Believe me there are so many things that tick me off so much about either fandom spaces or various media that I could rant about for hours, but I just choose Not To Share It after I've written it out bc writing it often makes me feel better--or I go and find a trusted friend who I can be like, "Hey I gotta vent about something stupid real fast, will you hear me out?"

Lots of things in life are never all positive or negative feelings, but no emotion is inherently good or bad, so it's important to let yourself feel those emotions and let them pass without bottling them up. Otherwise they stagnate or explode, and neither is fun to deal with the aftermath for. But like, it's okay to be pissy about things from time to time.

Have fun, but never feel like you have to engage with a fandom just because you used to be a part of it, or you got into a new thing. I treat fandom like a public park, I can go there when I want to enjoy myself but I can also leave anytime I want. If a bunch of mean people are hanging around the park I know there are other parks, and I can just go to those instead and cultivate my own little garden to make up for the park I won't go to anymore. I might even get to invite some friends to that garden. Honestly, most of the time I'm some weird forest hermit who only comes out sometimes to haunt the park, and I think that's just fine as well. Engage with fandom in a way that makes you comfortable.

[sigtheta]

Zhongli and Venti as a bow knight and a falcon knight from FE:SoV for zhongvenweek 2021 day 1 - alternate universe

(14/06/2021)

[gembroni]

anyway sonya shadowsofvalentia please call me back x

[bhcrafts]

Mae from Fire Emblem in my 12″ Super Chibi plush style!

You can find my commission info in my bio ✨

[uraniadoesstuff]

With Mila submarine's protection, my take on (Mermaid) Celica.

[winterlandtracy]

That time Picnic Genny came home and everything was happy :’>

[llicornia]

Finished commission of the wedding Berkut and Rinea deserved for @daydreamer749 on twitter!

[temblequenator]

A headbust of Gray! (Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia)

[bhai-kun]

Celica and the gang in the seabound shrine for The Spellbinding Zine on twitter

[mothuary]

oh omg i never shared here but you might want to see my completed fire emblem color wheel meme?!?

[juncebox]

Diverging paths

I like...Sov hehehhehehe

Art ©️ @juniipoo