Thank you @dimiclaudeblaigan for your drawing request of Sylvain and Miklan!
It was fun drawing these brothers I don’t know if I would have ever tackled drawing Miklan on my own. But I’m pretty happy with how he turned out!
I’m still taking FE3H requests! If you’d like so see a character or set of characters in this style, send me an ask! Please indicate pre time-skip, post time-skip or three hopes outfit(s). I want to thank everyone for their requests and patience as I work through as many as I can. ✨
This clip from AM is reason 23 why I think Miklan should have lived in AG.
If Sylvain was this remorseful over the worst version of Miklan, imagine how upset he was over what was arguably the best version of Miklan when he died. Imagine the dynamic between them that could have occurred if Miklan had been allowed to keep growing.
concept art for my AU where the church lets House Gautier hold on to the dragon sign in case they didn't have a kid with a Crest and so Miklan doesn't get kicked out and he loves his little brother and everything is Fine Actually
the Fraldarius siblings protect one of the Gautier siblings from the other
drabble under the cut
Felix ran a hand over the weathered leather of the old diary. His husband's, from long before the thought of marriage crossed either of their minds.
The pages in Felix's hands held all of what was left of the true nature of his brother. Of Both their brothers. No one else close enough to know them had kept a diary as faithfully as Sylvain had.
"Speak of the devil," Felix whispered when he heard the door open behind him.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Sylvain's voice sounded cheerful, but Felix had known him for much too long to truly believe he was.
He didn't answer. Instead he let his husband brush aside midnight hair and rest his chin on his shoulder.
Sylvain hummed, "That old thing? What about it caught your attention, love?"
Felix opened it to the page his thumb hand been saving and let their eyes scan it before speaking.
"...the well…"
"I remember this," he whispered.
"…Glenn and Felix saved me…"
He felt Sylvain shrug. "Kinda hard to forget. My brother was a pretty big dick."
"…I'm still pretty cold, but Glenn let me borrow some of his clothes while mine dry off…"
"That was the day Glenn and I realized just how bad Miklan actually was. Glenn vowed to stop him however he could. I vowed to protect you."
Sylvain stilled. Too afraid of his emotions breaking through to dare to move.
"I remember how I felt that day," Felix continued, "but I don't think I ever…"
knew how you felt.
The unspoken words hung in the air and young Sylvain's loopy handwriting burned in front of them.
"…Miklan tried to yell at me again later. But Felix and Glenn were there so he didn't. Felix was hugging me and Glenn's hand was on my shoulder and even though I was still scared, having them by my side made me feel like I could conquer the world…"
i don't like when people say "if things were different, miklan and sylvain couldve had a good brotherly relationship.... ... ..... .... ..." i really. I Don't Think They Could!
like yes most of the blame is on matthias but in the end miklan was a person who wanted to be powerful. and a lot of that comes from his childhood but the amount of characters who are in the exact same situation as him and don't start pillaging random villages and kidnapping women over it makes me think maybe he's just not a very good person!! he's not inherently bad but he and sylvain can't live in a perfect world, because in miklan's perfect world sylvain would not exist
Can I please get Miklan teaching Sylvain how to clean a lance, or some other nice brotherly thing, for the drawing requests?
'you're doing it wrong, sylvain.' (6)
is this brotherly enough? i can't really draw miklan being gentle. though i like to think the gautier brothers shared a few good moments in what was, most of the time, a very very difficult relationship. and that, i think, would only make sylvain more messed up.
Featuring the largest bunch of redheads y’all have never seen because I still can’t draw! 😁 (might do more parts if anyone’s interested)
Phelan (Matthias’s second wife, Sylvain’s mom) LOVES holidays. She is all for decorating but she values each holiday individually. Thanksgiving decorations go up before Christmas ones, sir.
Matthias is meh about decorating. He will put decorations in high places she cannot reach only because he values Phelan’s happiness. Does not decorate otherwise and refuses to let her decorate his office
Sylvain takes after his mother. Holidays are the few times a year that everyone smiles, even Miklan because he’s toasted, and that makes him happy.
Much to Matthias’s horror (he’s horrified every year, even though it’s always the same. Phelan just shakes her head at the invisible camera) Phelan invites all of their family to the manor for Thanksgiving AND Christmas
To put this in perspective, Matthias has 4 older siblings, most married, all with kids. Phelan has two siblings, both married, each with at least 1 kid. (And they have parents)
In total, it’s like 28 people coming to this man’s house. He’s in hell.
The two Matthias sons actually switch feelings for this
Miklan pretends to be aloof and indifferent, but he secretly likes the people. His favorite Uncle Marcel (4th Gautier son) comes to visit and always makes sure to spend time with Miklan because he knows Matthias doesn’t always have time for the oldest son.
And if Marcel is pulled away, Adalius (2nd Gautier son) is there to make sure Miklan doesn’t feel lonely.
Basically, despite alll the people, Miklan has two cool uncles who spend time with him. Now, they are Gautier’s so verbal communication isn’t their strong point, but it’s nice to be noticed and included all the same
Sylvain actually hates this part of the holiday season. He’d much prefer a more intimate, lowkey affair with just a few close family members.
His grandfather had claimed him as favorite grandchild because he has a crest and will inherit the title. Therefore he gets a lot of attention from the old man, but Sylvain hates him and it and avoids both at all costs
He takes the attention from aunts/uncles/cousins and the chaos in stride because they’re less crest focused (being as none of his uncles have a crest), but boy is happy when everyone leaves
Phe is elated. She loves her big family coming together and gushes throughout the day about how nice it is to have everyone together.
Claude Monet (1840-1926) was a French impressionist painter who transformed modern art with his emphasis on light brushstrokes, bright colours, and uncluttered nature. Famed for his landscapes and series of paintings that captured the same view in different momentary atmospheric conditions, Monet is heralded as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time.
Early Life
Oscar-Claude Monet was born in Paris on 14 November 1840. The job of Monet's father, Claude-Adolphe, is not known except that it was a humble one and that the family often struggled financially. In 1845, the Monets moved to Le Havre on the northern coast of France where Claude-Adolphe worked in his brother-in-law's thriving wholesale grocery business. Oscar-Claude's favourite subject at school was art, and, fascinated by the boats in the busy harbour, he often sketched them. From 15, he made money by selling caricatures, some of which were displayed in a local shop window each Sunday, which became a minor local attraction. Monet's aunt, Marie-Jeanne Lecadre, was an amateur painter and she encouraged Oscar-Claude, introducing him to the artist Amand Gautier (1825-1894).
Another artistic influence was the landscape painter Eugène Boudin (1824-1898) and the pair went painting together en plein air (outdoors), as opposed to the traditional method of painting in the studio. Still only 17, Monet produced his first outdoor painting, View from Rouelles, in 1858. Monet later described the experience:
Boudin put up his easel and set to work…for me it was like the rending of a veil; I understood; I grasped what painting could be…my destiny as a painter opened up before me. If I have indeed become a painter; I owe it to Eugène Boudin…Gradually my eyes were opened and I understood nature.
(Hodge, 15)
In April 1859, Monet gathered together his savings from his caricatures sales and went to study art in Paris. He enrolled in the unconventional Académie Suisse and started to make friends with artists like Camille Pissarro (1830-1903) and Paul Cézanne (1839-1906). More caricatures helped eke out his savings.
In June 1861, Monet's studies were rudely interrupted by conscription into the French army. Joining the African Light Cavalry, he was shipped off to Algeria. The bright colours of North Africa left a lasting impression on the young artist, who continued to sketch when he could. Then, after contracting typhoid in 1862, Monet was invalided back home. Six months later, Aunt Marie-Jeanne bought her nephew out of the army. Now 22, he dropped the Oscar from his name and began to paint again. It was at Le Havre that Monet met the Dutch artist Johan Barthold Jongkind (1819-1891), whose work he already admired for its broad and bold brushstrokes and which captured effects of the weather on seascapes. As Monet noted, Jongkind "became from this moment, my true master; and it is to him that I owe the final development of my painter's eye" (Hodge, 19).