#support: celica

[pillarofopenness]

[ GOSSIP ] With all these people milling around, there’s plenty of room for discussion… like who would make the most adorable couple? Or, even juicier, who has invisible strings tying them together? Do tell!

She had started to step forward, to intervene before they would come to blows when a shouted word seems to cut through to Berkut, and his shoulders sag, hands clasped around the box. They continue speaking, but the tension between them has dissolved, and Alm soon departs, leaving Berkut standing alone.

Celica doesn't go to Alm immediately. Not yet. She would have time to ask Alm about it later, away from listening ears.

More as an aside than anything, she says off-handedly to the person beside her, a cheerful-looking blonde Lion who also seemed to be watching the exchange. "It's good that they seem to have reconciled at least a bit. I was worried I would have to break up a fight."

Don’t interfere. Solving the conflicts of other worlds for them could disrupt their existence as we know it, if not the existence of all our worlds.

She doesn’t know if that warning still applies in a place like this, or if it everapplied even back home. She doesn’t remember who she heard that from. She doesn’t remember when she heard it, either. Though it’s a warning scary enough to hold back the way her mind screams at her to go help. As it ever does, outside of Zenith.

It’s no surprise she wasn’t the only one relieved to see all that drama amount to nothing in the violence department. Especially considering who the other spectator was in relation to the conflict. Unlike her — as ever the spectator to their story, and nothing more.

A smile takes its place on her face despite the still semi-tense atmosphere, nodding in agreement to the priestess’s words. “Definitely. Parties are no place for fighting, that’s for sure!” 

Sharena laughs, the lighthearted sound starting off strong, but slowly fading to awkwardness as her gaze shifts over to one of the now-broken cages from a previous ‘game’. 

“…Though I don’t know if everyone here would agree with that.”

[c0nes]

I have vrain damaage

[knightofgalatea]

Ingrid stared at the greenhouse, at the remains of the plots nestled within the building.

The air outside was cool, but inside she could already feel the building heat, warmth soaking in from the late morning sunlight through the glass of the walls. It painted the inner greenhouse in a soft glow, like a page out of a fairytale storybook.

If only things could be so magical as a fairytale.

The inside of the greenhouse was a mess, and while the walls and roof of the building had already been repaired, the plots and supplies had been left in a disarray. It looked more like an overturned, barren field than a true greenhouse any longer.

Ingrid remembered when it had been filled with lush foliage, vibrant flowers, ripe fruits and vegetables. She remembered the smell of the flowers when they bloomed, the earthiness of the soil, the soft chatter of the people working

Ingrid didn’t know the first thing about taking care of plants. Galatea wasn’t exactly known for its plentiful crops and harvests. And although she had read books on plants and gardening and plant care, she still felt she understood very little.

She knew about weapons, and horses, and pegasi. She knew about fairytales and heroes. But she did not know much about plants.

Not that it mattered. She was volunteering to do whatever she could, getting her hands dirty to help rebuild the monastery. She would do anything she could to help her fellow students, to help the townsfolk, to help her friends.

And she craved the hands on work. After what had felt like an eternity of doing so little, of sleepless nights and anxious days, Ingrid needed to use her hands. Needed to sink them into the soil, needed to feel the strain of muscles in her arms and back, needed to get dirty.

So she was here, with a bag full of seeds and a watering can and a shovel and a seedling of hope.

She stepped into the greenhouse, the warmth wrapping around like a comforting blanket, the light a little softer beneath the glass panelled roof.

She had absolutely no idea where to start.

It was then that she noticed the shock of red hair, stark in the desolate greenhouse. Relief washed over her, muscles in her shoulders loosening as she realized she would not be alone, blundering aimlessly.

“Hi!” She called, lifting a hand. “Are you helping with the greenhouse too?”

@anthieseofvalentia

Seedlings

Gauntlets +1

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Child Support

Shroud: Meow! (Jumps up onto Blake’s bed and sits on Blake’s stomach) MeooooooooOoOow!

Blake: Ugh! Alright! Alright! I'm up! Just get your fluffy butt off of me. I swear. You've put on some weight recently, and it's making those ice picks you call legs dig deeper than normal.

Shroud: (hops off the bed and licks her paw nonchalantly before following Blake to the kitchen)

Blake: (puts a kettle of water on the stove and starts getting Shroud's breakfast ready. She glances at the sleek, black feline waiting patiently, amber eyes falling on the slight barrel in her belly) I don't know if you even need this. (cracks open can of wet catfood) You're getting chubby.

Shroud: (meows indignantly and visually huffs)

*Ding-Dong*

Blake: (Raises an eyebrow, glances at the apartment door, and back at Shroud) Did you invite someone over?

Shroud: (eyes glued to the bowl of food) Prrrrrrrrr.

Blake: (rolls eyes and places the cat's food bowl on the specialty feeding mat before answering the door) Hello?

Yang: (standing in the hallway confidently in a pair of orange cargo pants and white tank top, an absolute unit of a fluffy ginger tabby tucked under her arm) Hey! I'm Yang! Your new neighbor from down the hall. And this is Ember.

Ember: (purring contently as he's being carried around like a bag of feed)

Blake: Oh. Um. Hello. (Mentally: Oh, fuck! My new neighbor is hot!) My name is Blake.

Yang: Blake! Nice ta meetcha. Soooo... This is going to sound strange, but does a little black cat live here? Maybe female type?

Blake: (blinks and glances back into the apartment at Shroud eating peacefully) Y-Yes.... Why?

Yang: (shuffles and laughs awkwardly) Well, you see. A couple of weeks ago, I was out in the back courtyard with Ember here and got distracted. When I saw him next, he was...well...he was mounted up on a black cat. I tried to break them up, but she got away and scaled the fire escapes to a balcony on this side of the complex.

Blake: .....Mounted up?

Yang: They were fucking.

Blake: (jaw drops as she stares at the Goliath tabby and back at her substantially smaller black cat) Shroud! You little whore. I thought you were fixed! Is that why you're getting fat?

Shroud: (licks her chops before trotting over to the door) Meow.

Yang: Yeah, I thought Ember was neutered, too. He never sprayed or scratched at furniture or was ever aggressive!

Blake: (groans and covers her eyes) I'm more wondering how that miniature tiger of yours didn't smother her. No offense.

Yang: None taken. He's a big boy. (Whips Ember around so he's cradled in her arms but is still spilling over)

Blake: (sighs) Well, thank you for letting me know I have to deal with kittens in the coming months. I thought she was just getting fat.

Yang: Oh! There's more! (Slings Ember over her shoulder like a feather boa, reaches towards the wall, and pulls out a 50-pound bag of kitten food) Child support!

Blake: Oh, my. (Takes the bag with some difficulty) Um. Thank you. I appreciate it.

Yang: No problem! It's the least I can do considering my boy (pats Ember's side with solid thuds) got your little lady pregnant. (Reaches down and scritches Shroud under the chin)

Blake: (shocked)

Yang: So, I was thinking maybe we could check in with each other every once in a while? For the kittens! I'm willing to help.

Blake: (trying not to stare at Yang’s muscles) Right! For the kittens! That would be nice! Thank you.

Yang: Don't mention it! But I'll get out of your hair. My apartment is just down the hall, third door on the left, if you or Little Mama need anything. See ya around, Blake!

Blake: I'll see you around (closes the door and stares at Shroud in disbelief) You had to get knocked up by a damn near domesticated tiger whose owner is also a blonde bombshell?

Shroud: Meow (purrs and rubs up against Blake’s legs)

Blake: (sighs and picks up Shroud before moving to the couch) Let's get you a vet appointment.

Yang: (quickly sprints back to her apartment, locks the door, and holds Ember up to eye level) You just had to knock up the pretty little black cat who just so happens to have a hot owner, didn't you?

Ember: Mow

Yang: I am not a disaster!

[housecow]

Do you still play Feh?

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[midnight--capricorn]

I don't see myself drawing something similar to this again but still.

I kinda like how this turned out. Can't be bothered to shade it but I like it.

Also yeah this kinda goes with a couple of personal headcanons of mine- I think I've already explained that Celica is warm. Yes that is one of my hcs for her she's just permanently warm. The other I could elaborate on. And I will, because it's also short.

Basically it just relates to post-game- neither of them have an easy time sleeping due to the events they've had to go through, so they just end up snuggled next to each other- consciously or not.

Also while I know I will not get comments like this- yes, I know Alm is taller. I wouldn't even say I draw him short I just have not figured out a good way to have him snuggle up to his slightly shorter wife besides this. Idk I am not good at drawing ship art.

[houjitsun]

comparison of conrad and celica's hair colours! after drawing both of them extensively i came to notice these cute details and how celica's hair leans warmer while conrad's hair leans cooler and more muted ^ love the lima sibs

[cyberneticcreations58blog]

[nabataprophet]

It was not the first time that Celica had seen dark magic used, she had certainly encountered — and endured — her fair share of dark magic. However, the battle yesterday had been the first time she had seen it used so close, and by an ally. It had been surprising when the reserved manner of the girl had made way for the terrifying power that she had used to defend their unit.

Waiting for the small gathering of friends and allies to disperse from concerned check-ups with the cloaked mage, Celica finally found a moment to approach.

"Apologies, but I would like to thank you for your efforts during the battle. Had you not been there, we surely would have been overrun from the rear and felled."

"My name is Celica, from Valentia." She gave a small curtsy. "And you are?"

The girl with hair like flames returns to Sophia's field of vision. Under the light of day, the color is much softer, a more subdued hue than the fires that had emblazoned off in the distance. It's a less intense color than a shade of red that lives fondly in her memories, but still comforting in its own right.

"No..." Sophia shakes her head. "It was your quick thinking... that saved us. If you hadn't suggested... using that thing to cross the river... we wouldn't have made it in time. If we tried to cross as is..."

We might not be here, is the implication.

She curtsies back, but it looks much more clumsy, speaking to the action being unfamiliar.

"Celica... My name... Sophia. I am... a priestess... from the Nabata Desert."

[gentlenekomata]

[ Sparkling Water ]

She admits to enjoying a flute of champagne or few two, but Celica was very much capable of pacing herself for the night. After having one glass, she takes to the sparkling water, encountering a familiar face at the refreshments table.

"Oh my... Sakura, yes? It's been a while since we've spoken, hasn't it? I do hope you've been well."

Smiling, she gestures to the other woman's dress, "You certainly look amazing. That's such a cute dress!"

Enjoying her frizzy drink and spotting now and then some familiar faces, Sakura strolled around the dance hall aimlessly since she actually wanted to be invited to dance, but she did not have the courage to ask or take someone with her in the middle of the dance floor.

Yet, her endless stroll suddenly stopped as she encountered a beautiful and gracious woman waving her hand at her and approaching her with a warm familiarity and affability.

“Miss Celica!” how could she did not remember the past events, where the two of them enjoyed themselves in idle chitchat and pleasant activities. “It’s so good to see you doing well!” she was genuinely happy to embrace once again such a lovely person in her life and even more when she complimented her on her outfit.

“You are far more refined and elegant than me, Cel” she permitted a cute nickname, since she was a bit embarrassed and the formalities suddenly fall off as she felt vulnerable. “Your dress enhance your royalty and the colour really suits you” it remined her of the hues of a cherry blossoms and she utterly loved those kind of flowers.

She then remembered she was holding a glass filled with sparkling water and she thought it might be rude to not offer something to Celica as well. “Would you mind having a drink together? It’s good to share chitchats with a nice glass of something fresh to drink” and she giggled, offering to refill their glass with something new.

[sacredechoes]

Alm and Celica supports C-A, written for Sacred Echoes.

[firelles]

(o・・o)/ !! :D

You remember when Mother gave you Firene's ring, assuring her you would take utmost care of it. When the Divine Dragon awakened its true potential, you were astounded by her grace and kindness. With Emblem Celica by your side, you were certain to go far. And that, you did. It brought you great comfort, perhaps even more-so than you would say aloud. You both felt similarly— If you must fight, you will do so to protect that you hold dear.

What an honor it was.

And now, you've been given a chance to meet the real Celica. She is just as magnificent as the one you fought war with. She holds herself with great care, wondrous words to match. While the memories are not shared, she only showed you kindness when you spoke of your adventures. At first, it was jarring. You hadn't expected to come all the way out to Fódlan to see her again. Celica herself, studying at Garreg Mach. You wonder how exactly she wound up here. The why's and who's elude you, but perhaps the reasoning is not so different from your own.

You are hesitant to use the word 'happiness' for yourself, and yet, seeing such familiar faces here is certain to spark a little joy.

Emblem or not, she is the same person. Now, perhaps you are able to seize the opportunity to do and say all that you could not before. A proper tea time is on your agenda.

[party-pri3st]

nyehehe

sorry to inundate you with mistletoe asks but not sorry

🎄

And, by the grace of the Divine One themself - another familiar face! "Lady Celica!" Pandreo cries, face alighting. He's swept up in the reminiscence of her power running through his veins, her memories and experiences guiding his hand in the most terse moments of the war. Oh, it's so wonderful to see her smile, to behold her majesty again, and -

Wait.

Pandreo had known Emblem Celica. Ostensibly, only a fraction of Lady Celica's legacy, a sliver of her soul.

She would not remember him.

He clears his throat just as she looks his way. If she is confused, she's gracious about it.

Pandreo bows, half reverence and half apology. "It's an honor. Uhm." There's nothing for it; he falls to a kneel, kissing the back of her hand. If she's truly appalled, there's probably a mistletoe close enough by to play it off.

[minnagaffer1953blog]

[yuuminni]

pandreo has had veronica this whole time and he never has any troubles blowing shit up and now his SP is like ~7200 while being the least guy in the team who ever needs to inherit any skills

[t0bey]

is it a nuclear take that while SoV's writing is better overall i think its supports are worse than fates. like genuinely

getting into the groove of SoV but i still hate the way supports r handled in this game </3 why on earth would i waste a turn in battle for two characters to have half a conversation. thats stupid