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[flowersofsakura]

Finally... I finished it...

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AQUA 🥹🩵

This outfit comes from an illustration Kozaki did for Fates first anniversary, fun fact this is by now I notice her crown have the shape of Corrin's dragon form horns, I find this cute 🩵

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FE Aspec Week Day 3 - Family

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※ Permission to upload this work was granted by the artist.

アクア by Vyviie

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Azura as a request!

FE Rally for Gaza is running until April 17 and you can get art and writing from many talented people for donating!

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温柔的海风

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Poll 174 - Azura

Please do not criticize any art you may not like or compare one art to another in terms of quality, it's unkind and downplays the amount of work that the feh artists put into them. Please treat the feh artists how you would as any other artist - with kindness and with love.

Artists in order: kaya8, Kakage, kaya8, kaya8, kaya8, kaya8 kaya8

Notes: Attuned Azura is too new to qualify

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[almoststedytimetravel]

Pokemon performers "Aqua" Azura and "Laslow" Inigo

[flowersofsakura]

"Kamui... do know that you will never be alone, so long as I draw breath."

Precious Aqua / Azura 🥺🫶 I love her 🩵🩵🩵

[wil-is-done]

hololive 4th fest “Our Bright Parade” - Day 2 Stage (Part ¾)

Setlist

I’m Your Treasure Box - Houshou Marine

raimei - Tokoyami Towa

Michizure - Hoshimachi Suisei

cutlery - Anya Melfissa

Yakou Tsuushinn - Ookami Mio

Betsu Sekai - Amane Kanata

Fleur - Yukihana Lamy

Stay Blue - Minato Aqua

Bad Apple!! feat. nomico - Nakiri Ayame, Houshou Marine, Amane Kanata

Umarvelous - Ookami Mio, Nekomata Okayu, Inugami Korone

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(FE: Engage) Alear / Konosuba Emblem Ring

No one requested this, I have the INSATIABLE URGE to write crossovers no matter what, apparently. Doubly so with the idiots that began my love for crossovers, both Fire Emblem/Konosuba.

Awakening:

Alear stared at the rather shoddy looking ring in her palm, eyebrow raised as Marth and Vander at her side did the same.

The ring was horribly rusted, alongside just looking cheap, as if it were made of copper unlike every other ring which at least looked decent.

(Vander) "Divine One, please absolve me of my negligence but...are you sure that is the correct incantation?"

(Alear) "Truth be told, it sounds like someone just made it up on the spot. Name included. Marth?"

Marth floated over her shoulder and only shook his head.

(Marth) "I suppose there's no harm in trying?"

Alear sighed before clenching her fist and raising it into the sky.

(Alear)

"WAKE UP YOU MORONS!"

Instead of a brilliant light, the ring violently popped out four figures that all landed on top of each other, scaring the three.

(Kazuma) "GOD, MY FRIGGIN BACK!"

The brown haired boy shoved three girls off him, all while swearing under his breath as he dusted himself off.

Not that he needed to, considering they were just manifestations and not physical bodies.

(Kazuma) "What in the-Why the hell are we all glowy and crap?!"

The other girls quickly looked down to examine themselves, completely ignoring Alear.

(Darkness) "I-I can't feel anything! THIS IS A TERRIBLE EXISTENCE!"

(Megumin) "Can we still attack? C-C-CAN I STILL CAST MY EXPLOSIONS!?"

(Kazuma) "What did you do to us, Aqua?!"

(Aqua) "ME?! I didn't do anything! It was that stupid ring that you bought from Wiz! I KNEW that we should've just sold it off!-"

(Vander) AHEM!

The four quickly leapt back in terror as Vander made their presence known.

(Vander) "Compose yourselves! You stand in front of the Divine Dragon-"

(Kazuma) "Can it, grandpa! Our business is none of yours!"

(Vander) "Grandpa?!-"

(Alear) "L-Let's just all take a second to breathe and-"

(Kazuma) "And that goes to you too, toothpaste hair!"

(Alear) "...What's toothpaste-?"

Kazuma jammed a finger into Aqua's shoulder angrily, his expression bordering on snapping into full blown rage.

(Kazuma) "AND AS FOR YOU, YA STUPID BLUE GODDESS! THE RING WAS PERFECTLY FINE UNTIL YOU DECIDED TO TRY YANKING IT FROM MY HAND! Now we're stuck as some goddamn ghosts!"

(Aqua) "IT'S NOT MY FAULT! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS GOING TO TURN US INTO THIS!?-"

As the two continued to yell, Megumin and Darkness's glances turned towards the newcomers.

(Megumin) "Well, I'm Megumin! Nice to meet you."

(Darkness) "Please, call me Darkness. Those two over there are Kazuma and Aqua."

(Marth) "Well...I suppose I've seen stranger folks become heroes in my world?"

(Alear) "I supposed it'd be insincere to say if we didn't have a few strange folk in the Somniel too..."

(Vander) "I know we require all the assistance we can get but...I fail to see how this ring could help us."

(Alear) "

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Supports:

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Alear

(Kazuma) "Let me get this straight. You're supposedly like a god, but you have no idea what you're doing? Psh, why does that sound familiar?"

(Alear) "I take it your gods haven't been so kind...?"

(Kazuma) "They've been absolute idiots, that's for sure."

...

(Alear) "Kazuma, why exactly do I get people's underwear whenever I fight alongside you-?"

(Kazuma) "H-HEY! For the record, I'm trying to steal their damn weapons this time!"

(Alear) "T-This time?! Does that mean you just do that regularly?!"

...

(Aqua) "Hm...For a god, your choice of clothing is super weird."

(Alear) "I uh...could say the same for your choice of undergarments..."

(Aqua) "Hm? But having them be invisible is smart, since no one can see it!"

(Alear) "..."

...

(Alear) "C-Can I ask you something, Darkness? Whenever I get hit when you are with me, I can't help but feel that...you're happy?"

(Darkness) "OH YES, I AM VERY HAPPY! I can take whatever hit the enemies throw at us, please just let me go first!"

(Alear) "I...believe I hear someone calling for me, if you'll excuse me!"

...

(Alear) "Out of curiousity, why do you only cast explosions? Surely there are other fields of magic that you can be profi-"

(Megumin) "NOPE! Only explosions, end of discussion! Why don't you cast explosion sometime? It's a great way to clear enemies off the field!"

(Alear) "I'd prefer not to have my friends torched too..."

...

Anna

(Anna) "Hey there, sir! Interested in buying something?-"

(Kazuma) "Wha-aren't you a little too young to be swindling?!"

(Anna) "Hmph! Aren't you a little too old to be wandering around in kiddie rags like that weird suit?!"

Jade

(Jade) "Excuse me, Aqua? If I may ask, could I use you as a basis to write the main character in my upcoming short novel?"

(Aqua) "Ah! Someone finally recognizes my beautiful goddess radiance! As long as you pay me my royalties, I will not mind!"

(Jade) "Fair enough. Now, please tell me your daily life. This character fails miserably at everything they do, and I need to understand the mindset properly..."

Jean

(Jean) "I don't understand?! How does your body keep falling over everytime you cast one spell?!"

(Megumin) "Hah...m-my explosions are the coolest, and require ALL the energy I got..."

(Jean) "It will not be cool if you get stabbed to death after falling over from one spell! Please, try not to cast it too much!"

Vander

(Vander) "You four are considered to be heroes in your world? I am finding it hard to believe after witnessing you in action..."

(Kazuma) "Piss off, old man! We fought plenty of things you wouldn't believe! Give us the respect we deserve!"

(Vander) "You have lost any I could have given the moment you stole the enemy's underwear in active combat..."

Marth

(Kazuma) "Cram the friendship speeches up your ass, I don't wanna hear em!"

(Marth) "Wha-I was just going to say hello!"

(Kazuma) "Listen, I know your type when I see 'em, okay?! Buzz off!"

Tiki

(Tiki) "Hmph, you're a real jerk! And you call yourself a goddess?!"

(Aqua) "What's that? I'm sorry, I can't hear you from down there, pipsqueak!"

(Tiki) "...I'm going to do violence to you."

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Victory Quotes:

"HAH! Suck it!"

"No match for a goddess!"

"Fall to the Crimson Demon!"

"HURT ME MORE!...Wait, what?"

[erolgrandy]

💧Happy Birthday Azura 3.3💧

[yourdarlingness]

✦ Our Life: Beginning & Always ~ themed　NPT

╰　DAY 5 of @rumblepumm ' s event !

NAMES ︙　cove . seashell . shoal . shoaliette . sholiene . ocean . oceanide . lake . river . riverine . aqua . aqua(mu)rette . aquamarine . coralle . coralette . creek . everett . evelyn . eve . teary . tearie . tweary . tearfall(e) . teardrop . poppy . popp(i)ette . poppeine . lee . lily . leslie / lesley . lynn . francine . jackie . ari . aria . arielle . claire . elizabeth . liz / lizzy / lizzie . lizette . elyssa . elysia . reagan . noe . lain . macy . baxter . bax . baxley . barley . oakley . alexander . oliver . ollie . spade . mono . vince . victor . vincent . vinny . chester . derek . darren . dylan . daryl . darcy . darlene . devon . jaime . jamie . james . jay . taylor . harper . ash(e) . paula . pamela . pauline . miranda . randy . marissa . margot . sage . faith . melissa . terry . alex . robin . radley . marshall . max . chase . jeremy . archie . jayden . jonathan . misery . miserine . miser(i)ette . kyra . kyla . kylie . kyrelle . kier . sydney . chantel(le) . eleanor . shiloh . scout . asher . willow . adam . scott . jude . jade

PRNS ︙　sea . wa / wave . sea / shell / seashell . sea / foam / seafoam . sea / bun / seabun . wae / water / waterfall . pud / puddle . su / surf . ae / aqua . tea / tear(y) . shy . cry . fi / fish . swi / swim . co / cor / coral . pop / poppy . li / lily . da / dance . ste / steps . rhy / rhythm . mo(e) / mono . wa / waltz . fe / fetch . fri / friends . mie / mis / misery . si / silly . lo / love . ado / adore . he(a) / heart . 💧 . 🌊 . 🐚 . 🦈 . 🦑 . 🦞 . ⛴️ . 🚢 . ⛵ . 🎹 . ♠️ . ♣️ . 🖤 . 🎧 . 🎵 . 🎶 . 🎼 . ⚽ . 🏈

TITLES ︙　the alluring mermaid/merman/merperson . the heart of the sea . the [x] / prn who was washed ashore . prns graceful/tidal wave . prn whose soul is pure . the [x] with a peaceful life . prn who surfs . the lady / maiden / [x] of the deep sea . the one who sets sail . the [x] in the sea of stars . prns aquatic adventure . the [x] in coral reefs . prn who swims with fishes/sharks/etc (any aquatic animals) . the [x] of the blue waves . the seashell collector . the master of waltz . the born dancer / prn who is a born dancer . the ballroom dancer . the divine dancer . the charming dancer . the Victorian-era emo man . the one of all smiles . prn who is monochromatic . prn who moves flawlessly . the dancer of arts . the one with conflicting feelings . the [x] whose story begins . prns prologue . prns beginnings . prns start of dreams . prns opening acts/chapter . the [x]'s new beginnings . prns new chapter . prns divine plot twist

[x] — any nouns　;　examples below

the angel who was washed ashore

the ghost whose story begins

the boy of the blue waves

sorry that its long :3

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Event: Leon Dompteur sequel route release

Host: @aquagirl1978

Characters: Leon x reader

Words: 1925

A/N: CONCLUDING MY PARTICIPATION BY MIXING 3 PROMPTS LEZGOOOO!!! Thank you mama Aqua for hosting this event, I never expected that all these ideas would come out of my empty brain within one week!! BUT ALL FOR DEAR DARLING LEON DOMPTEUR!!!✨😭🖤❤️🖤❤️

Previous prompts: Love, Dreams, Royalty, Brothers

Day 5 (Identity) + Day 6 (Dance) + Day 7 (Adventure)

When Leon was just a boy, he knew nothing but the stinging lash of despair. Bought and sold like a mere commodity, he toiled under the merciless sun, his small hands grasping rocks and bricks, while the dirt of the quarry clung to him like a second skin. Each misstep was punished harshly; the crack of the whip echoed in his ears, a brutal reminder that mercy was a luxury he could never afford. In a world where errors could lead to brutality, he learned an agonizing truth: a slave's mistakes were met with violence, not understanding, his spirit crushed beneath the weight of relentless labor and cruelty.

Yet from the ashes of his suffering emerged a flame of hope. As Leon ascended to royalty, he grasped the dreams of countless souls who had endured the same torment he had once faced. He envisioned a brighter fate, not just for himself, but for all who had been shackled by their pasts. He felt that a profound transformation lay ahead, but it came with a heavy price — he believed he must cast away the frail identity of the child he once was, bury his memories, and don the mantle of a king devoid of personal connection. In seeking to uplift others, he feared the cost would be his heart, locked away in isolation and sorrow. Then, as if fate itself intervened, he met you.

With a coronation came responsibility, and the dreams that had once seemed far-fetched began to solidify into reality. Leon’s vision for a world where others could break free from the chains of their past was no longer just wishful thinking; it was a movement gaining momentum. Yet, as he achieved so much, one hope flickered on the horizon, one that he had reluctantly thought impossible — to share his journey with another. The walls around his heart began to crumble, and he found, much to his astonishment, that he was not alone. Your presence infused his life with a richness he had never dared to imagine.

Just the mere recollection of those moments fills Leon's handsome face with a radiant smile. He harbors no regrets about stepping into the shoes of the true prince; in fact, he embraces his new life as royalty with open arms. The journey from who he once was to the man he has become has only strengthened his resolve and pride. The laughter, the challenges, and the triumphs of his transformation are memories that he cherishes deeply.

“Now it’s time for the next dance,” the earl’s voice cuts through Leon’s reverie, and he turns to the rhythm of the music that shifts in the grand hall. Guests begin rising from their seats, deftly pairing off to join the elegant spectacle underneath the opulent chandelier. “Will His Majesty grace the dance floor?” The earl’s tone is playful, yet respectful, as he glances from Leon back to you. You stand beside him, overwhelmed by the spectacle unfolding before your eyes, unable to hide your awe as couples twirl in graceful harmony.

"I’ll see what my fiancée says,” Leon replies, awakening you from your captivated state. His words catch you off guard, yet a spark ignites as he extends his hand toward you, a gesture reminiscent of a pivotal moment from your past, when he first sought your permission to alter the course of your lives forever. “Will you let me have this dance?” His voice, smooth as velvet, brings a light gasp to your lips as memories rush forward, a testament to the bond you share.

This is the culmination of your recent dance lessons, where each step has been meticulously practiced, each movement perfectly orchestrated in preparation for this moment. As the future queen, you feel a surge of determination; without a second thought, you take Leon's hand and stride toward the center of the hall. The moment you do, a hushed awe falls over the guests—curiosity ignites, and all eyes are trained on the king and his bride-to-be, poised to take their rightful place.

You and Leon position your hands just so, memories of your lessons flooding back as the music swells. In that instant, as you begin to move in synchronized rhythm, the air crackles with anticipation. All eyes are upon you; you are the center of attention in this grand celebration. This is your moment, and you are acutely aware that every step must reflect your dignity and confidence as future ruler of Rhodolite. There is no room for error; you dance not just for yourselves, but as a symbol of hope for a bright future ahead.

As the final notes of the music faded into the dance floor, a wave of applause washed over you, enveloping your senses in a blend of exhilaration and relief. The evening had unfolded splendidly, and the evidence of your accomplishment was encapsulated in the deep sigh that escaped your lips—one that didn’t go unnoticed by Leon. He had been observing you closely, perceiving the tumult of emotions swirling in your heart. In that moment, an idea sparked in his mind, a flicker of intent amidst the celebration.

~~~

The carriage jostled gently on its way back to the palace, the rhythmic clop of the horse’s hooves intertwining with echoing wheels, creating a serene ambiance that contrasted sharply to the vibrant chaos of the earl’s soirée. “You did great,” Leon said, his warm smile illuminating the dim cabin. The weight of your earlier anxiety dissipated under his affirming words, and a soft blush crept to your cheeks. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied, exhaling lightly as he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around your waist, anchoring you in comfort. “I hope I met the earl's expectations and those of the other guests. I was a bundle of nerves out there.” Your voice trembled slightly, recalling the anxious anticipation that had gripped you before stepping into the spotlight. “Why would you be nervous? I always knew you could dance beautifully. Or were you remembering Sariel’s brutal rehearsals?” His light-hearted laugh broke the tension, prompting you to feign annoyance as you playfully shot him a glance. “You have no idea the lengths I went through during that training. It was easy for you to jest from the sidelines.”

Leon’s expression shifted, seriousness lacing his tone as he countered, “I’m not mocking you. I understand the dedication you put into this—at times, it felt as though you were leading the dance and not me…” His voice trailed off, and an unsettling flutter took residence in your chest at the ominous “but.” You turned toward him, eyes wide and hopeful, bracing yourself for the conclusion you sensed imminent. “But…” he continued, “I didn’t really enjoy it.” The words struck a discordant note within you, your heart momentarily halting in disbelief.

“You didn’t?” Your voice quivered with disappointment, each syllable tinged with betrayal. A heavy silence filled the space as Leon withdrew his arm from you, the warmth of his embrace evaporating in an instant.

“Stop here, please,” he instructed the coachman, his tone abrupt and commanding, causing your heart to lurch. You stared at him, puzzled by his sudden shift. Leon’s eyes bore into yours with a gravity that was both serious and tender, the depth of emotion within them beckoning you to understand. “Are you coming with me?” he asked, extending his hand in a gesture reminiscent of the evening’s grandeur. Without hesitation, you grasped his hand, drawn by an insatiable curiosity about what thoughts stirred so powerfully in his mind. Something monumental was brewing beneath the surface, and you were desperate to unearth the truth hidden within the silence between you.

~~

You landed in an undisclosed spot in the town square, a world away from the gilded confines of the party you had just left. As you glanced around, your gaze fell upon Leon, who was in the process of shedding the majestic trappings of royalty for the simplicity of a commoner's attire. “Leon, why are we here?” you asked, confusion lacing your words. His response was almost wistful as he replied, “That party was enjoyable, but... I know we didn’t really savor it, did we?” With a gentle tug, he took your hand and began to walk, drawing you into a shared journey where the weight of expectation fell away.

You opened your mouth to respond, but words eluded you, a silence thick with unspoken realizations hanging between you. Memories of the evening flooded your mind: how Leon had praised your efforts while you had remained preoccupied with impressing the earl and the social elite. You realized then how you had lost yourself in the pursuit of approval, neglecting the simple joy of just being you in that glittering arena. The party was meant to be a celebration, yet you had deemed it necessary to wear a mask, forgetting the thrill of genuine enjoyment.

Just then, the alluring strains of music danced through the air, pulling you from your thoughts. You turned to find Leon gazing at you with an expression that spoke of understanding, of an unspoken invitation to step into the moment. Together, you moved toward the center of the town, where the lively notes crescendoed, guiding your steps. The music, filled with warmth and spirit, emanated from a gathering near a silver fountain, where onlookers formed a joyous circle, their faces lit with delight.

Although this street performance could never rival the orchestrated melodies of high society, it held an undeniable charm that enveloped you with familiarity. As the final chord of one song faded and applause erupted, a new tune burst forth, playful and spirited, compelling even the musicians to sway along with their rhythms. You found yourself clapping, the tension of the evening finally peeling away like layers of an unwelcome garment. Leon, ever the mischief-maker, whistled at the musicians, who acknowledged his call by playing with even greater fervor, igniting a spark in the crowd that made the atmosphere electric.

As you watched, the street transformed into a canvas of exuberance, where men beckoned women to join them in spirited dances. Here, in this open space, the oppression of royal decorum faded into the background. Leon’s amber eyes searched yours, inviting yet again, as he extended his hand with a playful smirk. “Will you allow me… this dance?” he asked, his voice laced with a teasing challenge. In that moment, his invitation felt distinctly different from the formal requests of the evening prior. Here, beneath the clear sky, he wanted to dance with you—not for appearances, but for the sheer joy of it.

In this vibrant atmosphere, you were unencumbered by titles and expectations. Instead, you were free to be simply you and Leon, stripped of the confines of your royal identities. As you took his hand and stepped onto the cobblestones, the world around you vanished, leaving only the rhythm of your hearts aligning with the jubilant music. You danced with abandon, delight coursing through your veins as the laughter of those nearby mingled with the melodies that enveloped you.

Leon had traversed a myriad of identities—once a slave, later a prince, now a king—but he never allowed those labels to define him completely. Here and now, he bared his true self before you, revealing the essence of who he was beneath the many masks he wore. And as he looked to you, curious about the identity you would share, you both embarked on a newfound adventure, exploring the liberating realms of authenticity and joy, exhilarated by the journey ahead.

Fin ❤️✨