#hilda 💘

[yuriprince]

i should add marianne to the list solely cuz she’s my girlfriend’s girlfriend

[omgkalyppso]

Waist-Up Colored Sketch Commission of my ot4 by the amazing @riddlelikesstuff !!!!

My oc Fae's outfit design by @twiddletaffy .

[Content ID: Art of characters from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Hilda wears a two-toned pink corset, a black necklace, black and gold earrings, and pink gloves. Her hand closest to Claude is raised in his linked fingers, and he leans forward to kiss her knuckles. Claude wears a cream colored dress shirt with golden buttons by the collar that match his canon jacket, brown pants, a gold chain around his neck, and a dark hoop earring. His hand farthest from Hilda is linked with Lorenz's fingers, and both of their hands rest atop an oc's shoulder. An oc with green hair wearing a dark grey and purple outfit with gold buttons linked by a chain smiles at Claude kissing Hilda. They have a glass half full in their hand closest to Claude, and a dagger with a blue sheath on their hip just below that. Lorenz also smiles at the others, and wears a light purple shirt, and grey pants supported by a black belt with a light colored buckle. /End ID]

[pandapupremade]

sometimes when u f/o's voice actor sings karaoke u just. do this

audio source

(my s/i, the one who comes in after hilda, is a trans man who uses he/xe pronouns)

[blaithnne]

Top five favorite characters of any and all media :)

💖💘💞Bentina Beakley💞💘🩷💖

Then Johanna’s in second place, then Kaisa, then fourth place is a tie between the entire cast of Hilda. Also does Lauren count

[saintgirlchild]

your icon 💘💘

hilda furacão a maior do mundo <3<3<3

[lulupoppi3]

For Shipuary- Safe

Goopy keeping Hilda protected 💘

[tyree1999]

Hilda's Valentine's Day 🩷♥️💞💘

[claudevonrieganstan]

Petra?

Top: Byleth, Ferdinand

Other: Dorothea, Caspar, Hilda, Cyril

send me a character and i'll tell you what pairings i like for them 💘

[frost-queen]

🍂Yayy🍂

It is defo too warm but at the same time I don't really mind it because where I live is never warm lol

Could you write something in the vein of angst/hurt/comfort-y

Female reader knows the Spellman family as she works with Hilda, she has a crush on Ambrose (cuz who wouldn't! lol) but she doesn't really know about them all being magic, Ambrose likes her but never wanted to say because he's magic and under house imprisonment

Reader being just a regular mortal friend of the Spellmans accidentally becomes an interest for the academy and they find it funny to scare her with thier magic, maybe some of the meaner ones take it too far and really hurt her. She makes it to the Spellman house because she's too afraid to be home alone and she needs help, Ambrose is so pissed at the academy but he tries his best to calm her down and comfort her and he looks after her while she recovers and just Ambrose being really soft and comforting. And now that reader knows magic exists he's considering telling her how he feels about her 🥰

(I know this is a very long winded scenario, I'm not good at being concise sorry, but just anything at all like this would be so great if you can! 💘😊)

Such an interesting idea with many emotions 🥰 don't worry about the length it is fine 😊 I'll be gladly adding this to my list of reqs to write 😘

[planetofaesthetics]

List of Aesthetics

☺ Cartoon Series:

Hazbin Hotel

The Owl House

Amphibia

Metal Family

Hilda

My Little Pony

Wander Over Yonder

♪ 2NE1’s Songs (K-Pop):

Missing You

Falling In Love

🥤 Drinks:

Tea

Coffee

Cocoa/Hot Chocolate

Cocktail

Juice

Water

Milk

Lemonade/Soda

Sweet Milk

🧜‍♀️🍦🍰🍫 Mermaids of Sweets:

Vanilla Mermaid

Chocolate Mermaid

Caramel Mermaid

Marshmellow Mermaid

Сandy Mermaid

Cookie Mermaid

Cake Mermaid

Honey Mermaid

Jelly Mermaid

Cotton Candy Mermaid

Ice Cream Mermaid 

Cupcake Mermaid 

Jam Mermaid 

💘💟 Childhood & Teen Crushes (aka “Boys I’ve Loved Before”):

Atreyu

Michael Hall D'Addario (aka Trevor from Sinister)

Peter II

Fedor Jewtichev (aka Walter)

Ruze Selen el Phiriazar

Mare Selen el Phiriazar

Evra Von

Simba 

Snow Lily 

Nico 

Sebastian Michaelis 

Prince Soma 

Azusa Mukami 

Random Aesthetics:

Asha (Disney) 

Another Side of Winter 

Another Side of Spring 

Another Side of Summer 

[yuriprince]

feeling very gay tonight. here’s a hildamana fic i wrote a few years ago :)

[no content warnings here, just some yearning and married life sweetness 🥰]

Mana woke to the sight of sunlight in her eyes. She grunted and shielded them, trying to get her bearings. She hadn’t realized she had fallen asleep, nor did she remember when she had. When she sat up, she noticed another figure in the room. At the foot of the yellow-covered bed, a pink-haired girl looked over her shoulder and giggled. “Well, hello, sleeping beauty,” Hilda cooed, a faint blush coloring her perfect cheeks. “You fell asleep on me, so I let you lay down for a while. You must have been tired. You were out cold!”

“I...I guess so,” Mana replied, still working on completely waking up. Now she remembered: she had been helping Hilda study for a certification exam. Fortress Knight, if she remembered correctly. Quite impressive indeed. But the Golden Deer’s books and notes had been cast aside, in favor of a couple pieces of ribbon she was braiding together. Mana smiled. Typical Hilda. “What time is it?” Mana wondered aloud.

“Almost sunset,” Hilda said, looking up from her braiding. “I hadn’t planned on you falling asleep, but it did give me a great idea.”

“What’s that?”

Hilda put the ribbons down and turned to face Mana on the bed, grinning broadly. “Sleepover!” she exclaimed, the window casting parallel lines of orange sunlight across her face.

Mana chuckled and quirked an eyebrow. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Both!”

As always, Hilda caught onto the teasing very quickly. It was worth a shot, and from the sound of it, she would get more opportunities later on. To be honest, a sleepover sounded like a lot of fun. Mana hadn’t had much quality “girl time” with anyone other than Dorothea (or Bernadetta, if your idea of “girl time” was talking to your girl friend through a wooden door). “Sure, that sounds fun,” Mana said, and Hilda practically squealed with delight. “Great! Oh, there’s so much we could do! I could do your makeup, or your hair, or we could make bracelets like I’m doing now!”

So much to do other than study, of course.

~~~

Mana was fascinating. She, much like Hilda herself, hid something of themselves from the rest of the monastery, but instead of trading inherent skill for apparent laziness, Mana traded inherent compassion for apparent frigidity. Why was that? Was it for the same reason Hilda hid? Did she also fear disappointment, or was it something else entirely?

Whenever Hilda would bemoan being put on the front lines in battle, Mana would become her unwavering shield. “You don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m around!” she would say, and Hilda would pretend to swoon, “My hero!” But more questions swirled in her head: did she not mind Hilda’s unwillingness to participate, unlike basically everybody else who came into contact with her? Was this all an act to get on her good side? And to what end?

But despite these unanswerable questions, or perhaps because of them, they had become fast friends at the academy, chatting about this and that whenever they had the free time. Hilda saw a bit of herself in this Mana character. They would show their true selves around each other, without any fear. Hilda would show Mana something she excelled at, for there were things she was actually passionate about, and Mana would genuinely cheer her on.

Hilda had found herself quite enamored by this mysterious stranger.

But alas, they were in different houses, and wouldn’t get to have many classes together. Hilda found herself attending seminars she didn’t particularly care about, simply because she knew Mana would be there. Because even if Hilda wasn’t really that interested in learning magic, Mana was. And this meant they had an extra opportunity to spend time together.

Despite all this time they made for each other, Hilda had some lingering doubts about being in different houses. What if somebody in the Black Eagles had beaten her to the punch? What if Mana was already taken? Could such a thing really happen? After all, no one knew her like Hilda knew her...right?

~~~

Many years have passed. Hilda let out a big yawn, stretching her arms over her head. “Tired?” Mana asked her wife, looking up from the ribbons she was braiding. The woman across from her then laid her arms out dramatically on the table, resting her chin on top of them. “Mhm. Worked really hard today,” she sighed. In her defense, Hilda had gotten a lot done. Over fifty of the same bracelets Mana was working on were made in just a few hours, all packed up to bring to the shop in the morning. “My hands are cramping up...”

Indeed, those lovely hands of hers looked a little worse for wear. She could barely close them into fists. Mana frowned. “I’m sorry, hon,” she sympathized, gingerly taking one of those outstretched hands into her own. “I can finish up the rest of these if you want. There’s not that many left now.”

“If you’re sure,” Hilda, surprisingly, replied.

“Of course. I thought you would jump at the chance.”

“I mean yeah, it’s a nice gesture. But I don’t want to work you to the bone, you know?”

Mana was truly shocked. She looked closely at Hilda, whose dreamy pink eyes shone brilliantly—and innocently—in the candlelight. She didn’t appear to be signaling any sort of ulterior motive... “You’re sure?”

“Yes! We can do the rest in the morning if you wanna stop for the day.”

Wow. She was serious. Mana’s smile was so wide it made Hilda burst into laughter. “What are you so surprised about? A girl’s gotta look out for her wife, right?”

Mana giggled behind her hand. “Nothing, nothing, it’s just...sweet. You’ve changed.”

“I’m still lazy, don’t get me wrong,” Hilda said, getting up and circling the table to Mana’s side. She leaned down and kissed the mercenary’s cheek. “But I’ll always make an exception for you, babe.” Mana’s flustered face made Hilda laugh again. “I always kiss you on the cheek! Why are you blushing now?”

[omgkalyppso]

Your OC's Phone

Someone put this prompt up in a server I'm in, so maybe it's already an ask game out in the site somewhere, but if not I'll bring the prompt to this big blue hell and the friends in my computer.

(✿◡‿◡)

What is your oc's contact name for their significant other(s) in their phone? Assume an AU for oc's whose settings don't have phones.

I'll tag @boghermit, @toucansafari, @ghostwise, @razrogue, @allycryz, @the-eldritch-it-gay and YOU.

Faedolyn

Initially wanted a nickname for Claude in Fae's phone for the time he spends away in Almyra post-canon while they're ruling a united Fodlan, and then that evolved into nicknames as contact names for initially meeting people regardless of setting. As relationships progress they get their names in their phone.

stranger -> claude

lhg -> lorenz

d flower 🌸 -> hilda

studs -> avery

Étoile

The opposite. People start as their proper names in their phone and then as relationships grow they get an elvish pet name. + Bonus Raphael (as the keeper of their contract / soul; so can be grateful, spiteful, etc. depending on mood).

Astarion -> vanimelda 💘

Halsin -> taurëva 💚

Wyll -> endamaican 🕺

Zevlor -> arquenya 🫀

He Who Was -> nécelda 👻

Komira -> telyantalnya 🐺

Locke -> vëonya 💙

Raphael -> keeper 📜

Elvish translations inspired by this site, below the cut:

vanimelda (the most beautiful)

taurëva (from the great forest)

endamaican (blade of my heart)

arquenya (my noble knight)

nécelda (pale, faint, dim to see + elf) (not to be confused with nívelda (pale elf))

telyantalnya (my temptation = alluring + mine) nauro (wolf / werewolf)

mára (good) vëonya ("lover" = manly / vigorous (or man = "active") + mine)

[pandapupremade]

The Shadow

WORDS: 1,525

SHIP: Holst x Fraser ( Self Ship )

CONTENT WARNINGS: Depictions/mentions of a robbery, nondescript violence, threats. Nobody is actually harmed in the end (aside from a few unnamed bandits). There is also a very brief mention of asking if a character is conscious/the characters waking up in a daze.

SUMMARY: A noble from Goneril territory is returning from afar, but he finds trouble with bandits on his way back. Thankfully, the greatest general of the Leicester Alliance is here - both to protect his people, and to pick a bone with the bandit leader...

NOTES: Fraser uses he/him or xe/xem. i got a little sloppy near the end but i hope it is still enjoyable :']

The night was near silent, with tranquility broken only by the wheels of the nobleman's carriage, and the drips of leftover rainfall from the trees. The winds were still, no crickets made a chirp. And while storms of late had caused mud that drenched the hooves of the carriage's horses, the noble sat snug inside his vehicle without a speck of dirt or guilt.

A wealthy man of Goneril territory, he was on his way back home after a successful trip elsewhere. Where he had been wasn't particular important, and what the man's name was also wasn't particularly important. What mattered was how the pig handled his riches; poorly. As a result, he was deemed unworthy to keep them.

Time passed, and alongside the road, the coachman at front thought he saw a darting shadow. He blinked, then looked fully ahead in assumption he had merely seen a deer, or some other skittish creature. Things were quite secure in this frontier, for certain. There was little cause for alarm. No doubt it was just wildlife, so he steered the horses continuously towards his master's estate.

How much trust you put in your promised safety, thought the shadow he had spotted. Humans loved the illusion of protection, the shadow knew.

Trees rustled now nearby. The coachman began to tense. As mentioned, the wind had been near nonexistent, and seemed to remain that way despite movements in the foliage.

There was no cause for alarm, he repeated to himself again. But that grew harder to believe.

Then, there was the whistle of an arrow, and a thunk of the wood of the carriage as that arrow impacted with the front - narrowly missing the head of the coachman. He gave a shout, pulling hard on the reins of the somewhat frightened horses

The nobleman, agitated by the abrupt stop and noise,  opened the carriage door. Presumably, he was planning to shout at the coachman who sat frozen, but his eyes widened as human silhouettes surrounded them.

"Wh...what? W-who...?"

"Good evening, sir." A quiet voice spoke from above, and he jumped in his skin. He looked up to see a handsome man peering from atop the vehicle's roof, his hair over one eye and the rest pulled behind his shoulder. "I'm sorry to intrude, but it seems you're quite weighed down."

"W-weighed...?"

"Your gold. Hand it over."

"B-bandits?"

"That's more or less what we get called." The man sighed, standing up "I do hope you're not going to resist. It won't be pretty if you do." He came equipped with a bow and arrow, the first of which he wielded now and began to ready.

"W-wait...I-I'll give it to you! I - please don't kill m-me."

"Then give it. Quickly."

The nobleman trembled shortly after as he offered a chest from his hands to the cold embrace of the thief. This thief, now climbed down and standing at a less menacing height, had a rather blank look. But as xe opened the chest, xyr eyes sparkled just as the treasure within.

"Thank you, sir. You may resume your journey home." The bandit pulled away now, and the group began to disperse. 

They wouldn't get far before there was a series of yells. The bandit spun on xyr heel to see several members of xyr troop fall to the ground in a flash.

"My, you've certainly made a haul this time."

The voice was rather booming, just like the entry of its owner. The man appeared, notable pink hair looking more of a faded purple in the darkness. He grinned confidently, his sword at his side.

"Who are you?" There was a chill down the bandit's spine, and xe did not enjoy it. "If you're looking to be a good Samaritan..."

"Not quite, though I'm surprised you've forgotten me so easily after our last encounter." With amusement in his tone, the warrior shifted into a fighting stance. "I am Holst Sigiswald Goneril, and have a duty to protect my people."

Upon the very mention of his name there was a mild uproar within his enemies. Shouts about not wanting to face him, or that he was the strongest fighter in the Leicester Alliance...All of that did not matter to the leader, but xyr companions seemed frightened.

"Holst?" Xe blinked, before xyr visible eye narrowed. Xe shoved the chest back into the cowardly nobleman's hands and focused on xyr opponent. "You again, then..."

"Such a cold nature...I almost feel a little hurt not to be acknowledged by someone of your own title...Fraser the Feared, was it?" Holst hummed, taking a few steps forward. "I'd be happy to have a rematch with you,  if you'd so desire."

"You talk a lot. And you talk big. I'm not interested in a rematch." The now named Fraser shook xyr head, and raised their bow once again. "I don't mind if you die on our way out, though."

"And allow villainy to terrorize the people within Goneril territory? Today shall not be your victory."

"Quiet down. You'll scare the pig." Fraser nodded xyr head back towards the noble who was currently backing away and now froze. "To those shaking in their boots, just make sure this noble doesn't escape. I'll handle Holst."

There was no argument made at that proposal, and the group moved to the noble. But a blade seen barely by the human eye had different plans, and the thieves around him lay flat. Holst was now behind Fraser, turned to the pig currently pale in the face.

"Are you alright, sir?" Holst didn't get much immediate reply other than a quivering lip, so he didn't waste further time waiting before returning full focus onto Fraser.

The bandit, unfortunately, had vanished. Holst silently cursed himself for allowing himself brief distraction. He pulled the noble quickly and opened the carriage door. "You must get out of here. Swiftly."

At the nobleman's hesitation, Holst shoved him into the ride himself and closed the door. "My deepest apologies." He spoke in regards to the harsh treatment. He rushed to the front to rouse the driver as well.

"I'm not giving up so easily, Holst." Fraser had gotten there first, xyr bow pulled around the coachman's throat. It appeared as a chokehold of sorts. "I'm not letting my prize get away after so much trouble."

Holst glared now, though he was wary in his movements. "Using human beings as leverage? I cannot say I'm pleased that you would stoop to something so cowardly."

"Were I a coward, I wouldn't stand against you at all. Now get that chest from the pig."

"Hm...I suppose that's my only option...That is what you're hoping to hear, isn't it?"

Fraser did not dare take xyr sight off of Holst,  and he did not dare take his own off of Fraser. The two had come to a standstill, while the coachman and nobleman waited in fear of their fates.

But there was to be no victor that day. Not in the one-on-one sense, at least, for there was a new shout. As a younger girl with pink pigtails jumped from the bushes, axe in hand, Fraser knew this was not going to end well.

Xe jumped from the drivers seat, bringing the coachman and xyr bow alongside. This narrowly avoided Fraser's personal decapitation, but in xyr rash movements, the hostage gig was up. The man landed safely onto the path, while Fraser barreled directly into Holst.

Some dust raised from the ground upon impact, and these dirt clouds were waved away now by the hand of Holst's little sister.

"Ugh! Holst, you said you had this handled!"

"Hm...?" Holst groaned, putting a hand to his head, "Wha...? Hilda? Oh, beloved sister, where did you come from?"

"You were taking so long and I got worried." Hilda sighed. She paused. "Um...Is that bandit alive, by the way? Just...curious."

Thanks to her curiosity, Fraser stirred with a dazed mumble. Holst had apparently not noticed xyr presence on top of him until now.

"They seem...vaguely conscious?" Holst propped on his elbows to sit up a little. Fraser's eyes fluttered open slowly.

"What..." Fraser's voice was quiet and a little confused in nature. He pushed himself up, only to meet eyes with Holst. Both eyes - not one, since Fraser usually had xyr right covered by hair.

Across that right eye, Holst saw, was a long scar. For whatever reason, Holst was drawn to that in specific. He worried at first glance it was an injury he'd just inflicted himself, but it looked more aged.

Fraser stared at him, and he scared back, until a dark shade began to appear on his foe's cheeks. Xe blinked, and for the split instant in the moon's light xyr expression looked...embarrassed?

Before Holst or Hilda could make a move, however, Fraser jumped up and bolted into the forest.

"W-wait!" Hilda's shout was ignored, and Fraser was gone. Just as quickly as the shadow had pounced, it now fled. It left confused prey behind, who were now free to go home.

In a way, Holst had wanted to go after xem, but this wouldn't be the last time he'd run into xem.

[blaithnne]

HELLO SADIE!!!!

Writer fanfiction Ask games thingy.

🚀, 👻,💘 and💡

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

➝ Outline 100% lol. To the point where it's sometimes a problem! One of the biggest traps I fall into is spending ages writing pages upon pages of planning, and never actually writing anything. But I'm working on improving that!

Having an outline helps me avoid writers block, by ensuring I always know what's happening next. For Plenism, I have an outline containing every chapter and the overall plot, as well as some notes on character development. Some are more detailed than others, and I frequently change things as I go, but yeah! Another thing I do is if my notes aren't detaield enough, when it comes time to write that chapter I'll make even MORE notes at the bottom of my page lol (cause my notes doc is separate from my fic writing doc).

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

➝ HMM I'm not sure lol?? I mean, basically every Hilda headcanon out there is kinda wild given the state of our fandom and the long ass hiatuses lol. UHHH god I really can't think, does Lauren count lmao??? sketchbook?? If i think of something i'll rb this post with it lol

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

➝ I think writing light angst is a bit easier for me, I really enjoy it. I'm talking about the sort of... quiet, awkward moments, two people standing in silence unsure what to say. I love writing the little details they notice about eachother, the way one character fiddles with their hair and subtly tries to leave the room, whilst the other tries desperately to think of what to say, but fails. Something about trying so ahrd to make things work but falling short. But I like writing fluff too! Comedic dialouge is a lot of fun to write.

💡 How many WIPs do you currently have?

➝ Not really any unpublished ones lol? Not counting Plenism, ofc. I have a bunch of old fics I started and always meant to continue, but they're so old I wouldn't continue them now. There's alos a couple notes docs for stuff I want to write once Plenism is over, but I haven't actually started writing them sooo idk if they count

Questions are from this Ask Game!

[magicalshe]

💘 — Lilim & Doris!

mun (but also muse) questions // @ashensanctum

💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you?

Doris cares about her aunt Hilda and her snake familiar Sugar the most. They are her family and she is very protective and loyal to them. As for objects, Doris wears a ring that looks like a silver tree branch with a garnet gemstone on her left pointer finger. This ring is the equivalent of a wand and was made for her personally. That means no one else can use it for spellcraft except her. She is also left-handed if anyone cares.

There are very few things that Lilim would give the title 'important' to; her spider daughters, maybe Lilith and Samael. She is truly a selfish person who prizes herself above everything else.

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

💘 for Hilda?

"I'm... Really coming around on this whole fat play thing... A-and being someone's cow... M-might even try lactation sometime..."