#FE:F

[jagalart]

Here's a preview of illustration I've done for FE Fates Zine ( @fefateszine ) which you can currently preorder at https://fefateszine.bigcartel.com/ ! It features lots of quality Fire Emblem Fates art, stories and merch and I'm so excited to be a part o it <3

It's a very nostalgic project for me since I was sooo into the game and it's fandom all these years ago! It was fun to revistit it and make art of two of my fav characters for there! Thank you guys for having me <3

[pixxyofice]

next fates playthrough I'm gonna do the gay pairings only mod. In conquest.

So. Points at you. I probably need to plan ahead.

[asha-mage]

Playing through Conquest the other day and I had a cascade of realizations.

UPDATED: to explain myself (a little)

[abeged]

i love to believe that after leo and takumi got married, they redesigned their outfits to be inspired on each other's home countries, so takumi wears more hard-shelled armour, and leo wears more loose and soft regalia. i love them to bits.

[kidnappedkiran]

i've read every leo/niles/odin fic on ao3 what do i do with my life now?

[decideroffate]

Sammie's List of FE Ships Azura/Corrin - Fire Emblem Fates "I somehow feel that I have always loved you...Together we will save this world. Please, never let me go..."

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Consensual somno with Takumi fe 👀

☽ ◦ ◦ ◦ ✩ ❤ ✩ ◦ ◦ ◦ ☾

You're incredibly serene when you're sleeping and even harder to wake. There have been several times where Takumi has had to almost violently shake you awake to get you out of bed, so it's no shock that you don't stir when his hands snake under your clothes.

It's easier, like this. While your eyelids are firmly shut, hiding away those prying eyes that heat with desire so easily. Those very eyes that make him stagger and freeze underneath their intensity. If they were upon him at this time he wouldn't be nearly as brazen.

His hands lack hesitation, spurred on by your words before heading to bed. Welcoming him to do as he wished to your sleeping form, with a suggestive smirk that made him straighten. It's that look that he thinks of as he spreads your legs apart and dips his hands between your thighs.

Your breath hitches in your sleep as his fingers brush against your sex. Something that brings him pause. But when you don't stir any further he continues. He hears you moan his name softly in your sleep, and that's the final invitation he needs before teasing you enough to slip his fingers inside you.

☽ ◦ ◦ ◦ ✩ ❤ ✩ ◦ ◦ ◦ ☾

[extantformoflife]

honestly I love that queen mikoto foresaw her ENTIRELY PREVENTABLE death via magic or something, took NO steps to prevent it, and also told yukimura "hey btw when I die give my kid the cool sword hidden in the statue. yeah it'll be revealed when I blow up. mhm cool thanks okay I'll just go back to waiting for my eventual demise via exploding sword. thanks." and that's it! that's all she does!!! it's fucking great!!!! I love this game!!!

[galaxa-13]

Been playing through Fire Emblem: Fates and it's, like, every session I find something that makes me go, "That's so stupid."

For some reason I keep playing. I can't think of one reason why I should be playing this over any other tactical RPG, yet I keep going. What dark magic is imbued in this game that I keep coming back to it?

Anyway, this post brought to you by the fact that I just spent way too long trying to recruit Shiro before giving up and letting him die. Then I looked it up and found out you basically need an item to summon him to a completely different part of the map, otherwise his AI always runs into danger before any of your units can actually get to him. I refuse to reload and try again anymore, he doesn't deserve to be in my army.

Maybe be a better dad, Ryoma.

[frost-felon]

@greymousedragon

Meet Corrin: Vallite Groom from the FireEmblem Fates games. A prince torn between two families. Choosing not to fight any of the people he loves, he is attending the bridal festival in a garb inspired by Valla!

I designed Corrin a groom alt for an art collab🤍

[pixxyofice]

you know i don't think this is quite right

[asha-mage]

So I stared Fates finally and-

[haveyouusedthispokemon]

My first greninja was named kaze, after a fire emblem character who’s class is ninja

I know Kaze well, he was one of my best teammates in FE:F ^^ Kaze is also the japanese word for wind, which fits even more a speedy pokemon like Greninja!

[jotakakmikihanfugiobruabba]

This is so cute 🥺💝

I’m so cheesy へ‿(ツ)‿ㄏ

[omgkalyppso]

Last Line Written

Tagged by @recurringwriter.

I'll tag @moonsavior, @razrogue, @ghostwise, @thedragonagelesbian, @lucius-the-sinful and YOU.

Have I ever been able to share just One line?

I've been working on two lads projects.

I missed XavMC week by a million years but I have a wip at 3,777 words that I expect will be at least 5k when finished. It borrows Nemesis from fe3h, Corrin and Gunter from fe:f, and some characters from Nirvana in Fire. 203 words to share.

The platform was freshly stained in two pools and many long streaks of blood. It rang with the sound of swords clashing and with the grunts of the desperate and the damned. Xavier had been squiring under his royal cousin when Nemesis had been defeated those years past, and so had never seen him in battle, but having been on the field when Nemesis was bound in chains, he had felt then that the rumors had been true — that Nemesis was nearly twice the size of an average man. With age, and his current vantage, Xavier could see that this was an exaggeration, if only just. Nemesis was a hulking wall of muscle, and when his sword missed its mark, it cracked upon the stone platform with a force that could shatter skulls. Faedolyn’s green hair shone under the sunlight as they threw themself opposite Nemesis’ sword. Their left leg streaked red upon the ground as it swept in an arc to keep balance, looking for a low opening or a safe spot to rise in. Xavier’s whole body went rigid. His strength restored, he would face any consequences for teleporting onto the platform — if not for the sudden arms around his torso.

I am also working on a Beyond Cloudfall rewrite for my mc. This wip is 7,311 words long so far and is going to be unwieldly but I'm not intending to make compromises on its length. 638 words to share.

“Do you know what three things one can find in a dragon’s lair?” he asked, shifting to sit cross-legged.

The former prisoner hesitated, still clinging to the trappings of the doomed life they had escaped, eventually answering as the Fiend would have expected, “I wouldn’t dare to presume?” The Fiend was surprised however when they took this moment to begin their nervous rush to undress, and so he held his tongue, not daring himself to distraction as he took stock of them. He beheld their scars and injuries with some interest, and registered with relief that they kept no hidden jewelry or tattoos, whether magical or mundane, and no weapons — though they would forever now hold Einon’s greatsword, a threat against him if there ever was one, but a familiar one and likely not one the tired beauty was prepared to wield in its enormity of size and magical power. “The first thing should be obvious,” the Fiend continued, watching his vulnerable guest lather the tired muscles of their arms. “One can always find a dragon within a dragon’s lair.” As they lathered their towel, an uncertain scoff of amusement hitched and bounced the fragile mechanism of their body, and the Fiend wondered how any being thought themself capable of threatening a dragon, and yet he hardly dared to blink as he observed the economic shift in his soul-thief’s stance as they prepared to clean themself as quickly as possible. “The second, is the dragon’s hoard. Everything found within a dragon’s lair, belongs to him.” Holding their soapy, wet towel, the former prisoner bowed their head in acknowledgment, nodding in a way that communicated skepticism and resignation. The Fiend had seen bodies in all states of undress: in torture, in death and in decay, but he had not bathed with another — though that was not what he was doing now, magic would suit his needs — since he was very young. His elders had scrubbed the whelps clean in turns of three. It was a strange realization, that his current experience was so removed from how he’d studied other bodies. While the act of bathing was for young dragons — which he was no longer, and for people — which he never had been, the Fiend knew it was a luxury by some measures, and he struggled with whether he should be feeling anything in regards to his continued voyeurism. Guilt would not manifest over this, nor awe … hardly even disgust, which he would have expected. He would not have anticipated counting a creature with whom he could hold a conversation among his hoard until the moment he crossed the threshold of his lair, bound by his own rules, and now that the soul-thief tended to themself their nakedness piqued his curiosity no more than any other new treasure that needed attention before it could fulfill its purpose. Their own purpose was a means to an end: freedom, exchanged for destruction. “I understand,” the beauty announced as they looked up at him expectantly, clearly suspended in anticipation of what could possibly be left within the maze of their surroundings. “The final thing one might find in a dragon’s lair,” the Fiend promised, twisting his tail in an arc behind him so that his stinger sat at height with his gaze, “are a dragon’s enemies. Assassins, plunderers, thieves … would-be-heroes. Mind yourself that I do not become confused under which category you fall.” “Have you not promised me Sanctuary—” “And all of Philos,” said the Fiend dismissively. “I don’t doubt that a soul who sets their sights so high would want for more. Whether today or in two centuries, know that if you wish to be enemies, I will meet you claw for claw … blade for blade. Soul be damned.” He huffed a breath and rolled his eyes, adding softly, “If it isn’t already.”

[opossumonashelf]

Some of my Wobbledogs!

this is a long post so dog undercut!

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Sippy Jr

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Bugmilk

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Candy (one that did pass)

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these are just some for now.