#THIS IS GRIMA/ROBIN BTW

[starlitcrows]

keep beating, my heart

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

reasons hierophant!Grima needs to get into FEH: i want to hear “*Sigh* I can be so daft sometimes...” voiced

[goldieclaws]

Not to be mean to Robin again (OK maybe a little) but ChromxRobin is literally just this meme now I think about it

[felikatze]

they changed the contours of the hood but you CANNOT fucking hide that emaciated chin from me

the mysterious swordsman who killed mikoto in chapter 5 is a recolor of the hooded robin portrait btw. i'd recognize that weirdly sharp shin anywhere.

[iamdarkness]

Realizations

So I have, after years of being a complete oblivious dumbass just realized one thing about Alfonse.

Well I have had my baby Day of Devotion Alfonse since the day he came out. He had been fighting with the squad and being one of my 5 husbands since I started buying FEH pass. I have even given him the coolest of seals made for armored units so he can move more spaces, and my stupid ass never realized this.

Alfonse: Understand me now!?

Me: Understand what? What is he talking about?

You see he shouts this while in battle and I thought he was telling his enemies something about friendship! NO he is trying to tell his summoner he loves them/ he/her/ you/ me, and I was too stupid to understand it XD

OMG I am so sorry Alfonse T_T I love you too my sweet sweet man!

PS: But at least I understood it enough that I did give him his present! ( the S seal) XD

Also...did you noticed how Groom Robin talks about Chrom's weeding but I find that sad and someone said blue roses are unrequired love. Then you see Fallen Chrom who obviously loved his Robin coming to Ask and encounters this sad Robin...I am shipping them so hard now!!! I just wanted Fallen Chrom to hug and to love but now I Want him to S support Robin! To each their own but as much as I love Grima I do not go for Fallen Chrom x Grima if it is the same Grima who destroyed his world because it feels to me like an abusive relationship. I have personal reason for it to be a big no, no.

But I also felt very warm when Robin says he feels jealous of the people around us. His art also hinting at him giving us the ring. At this point I think IS is making him our official groom- I am cool with it...at least until I get Groom Alfonse or Lif.

BTW!!! IT IS BULLSHIT!!! I have pulled 35 heroes form the fallen banner and none of them have been 5 stars! NONE!!! I want to cry!

[azxremoon]

HIII AGAIN ELLU !! i am glad u are doing well ... me too hehe (aside from being a bit bored & tired lately but i am ok) <33 and NP OFC HEHE you're like. aside from being one of my fav writers you are so nice n lovely n yeah 🥺💗

NYWAY OKAY ... vv understandable, we love lucina vv much here <3 but omg a grima!robin theme would have been SO cool as well (i see you're having awakening brainrots recently it seems) ;) !!

anyway. AGHH TYSM ..... 🥹💞 crying in the club rn /pos :(( (back to u btw! hehe <3) i don't really have Thoughts rn but lately aaa since i've been really back into ffxiv lately. g'raha and themis literally own my heart LOL </3 ... i hope this isn't too much but i js wnted to say i'm really looking forward to u maybe one day getting into xiv bcs that'd be really cool and w all my friends/moots i am so interested in seeing who u'd like !! ANYWAY i have to sleep now in my timezone but. have a great day ellu !! 💖

I’M ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS?!?! BRB LITERALLY SOBBING THAT’S THE NICEST COMPLIMENT EVER!! it’s been way too long since i’ve visited your writing (and i plan on changing that very very soon hehe) but i remember your writing being insane and amazing?!?! hello?! pleath spare a crumb of the talent.

AND YOUR THEME!! did you say it was incomplete? even so, i think it looks amazing so far! you always have the best themes ever, i’m so jealous! i always wonder how people make them look so nice and sharp.

oooooo!!! would you be willing to tell me about g’raha and themis? whether it’s about your selfship with them or them in general / from ffxiv, i’d be more than happy to listen! i love their designs and i wanna pinch their cheeks so bad! and i prommy it’s not too much at all, i’ll be sure to update you on any news about ffxiv along the way ^-^

thank you for chatting with me and have a good night, apollo!! i hope you have a lovely day when you wake up!!

[concert-bflat]

Henry: * randomly materializes out of a murder of crows with a slurpee in his hand* hey guys what’s up? [Click for better Image Quality (Please don’t these are literal Sketches)]

(Oh no I have to Tag this)

[nyankocatnyan]

So what if future past dlc...

[liquidlikecats]

Rest in piss m8te

[slimy-bois-blog-of-dumb]

Normal Girl trashes Fell Dragon.

[starlitcrows]

one and only you

[drivedef]

all that remains

Hi uhh it’s me, and I got inspired by a talk that me and @starlitcrows had and I originally intended to write something completely different but oops here we are with another character fic :)))

Grima-centric fic below

Mortals talk about their hopes and aspirations, share their doomed dreams and fight for worthless causes until they draw their last breath in the fields of battle. Their families mourn the lost, but walk forward to their deaths as if they cannot learn a lesson. Like moths to a flame, they’re attracted to false hopes and feed on the remains of their victims, a history repeated years in the past and years into the future. It is loathsome, to see them scramble, to see them beg on their knees and then proceed to scar another’s.  They are no better than he is, no better than the dirt that his unfamiliar boots tread on, than the charred remains and the scent of burnt flesh that remains in his wake; they are monsters, just as he is. Their hopes and dreams, they do not deserve them, they do not need the bravery that guides them, nor the happiness that they believe they earn.

Grima prods his stolen memory like a youngling, scratching at it until it bleeds and makes his head hurt. It frustrates him to no end, everything that he has lost, reminds him of the shot of loneliness that his host breathes when they are in the world of awakening, standing in the heat of the sand with naught to protect them from the blaze. It’s all he remembers, a hint left behind by a him that was far stronger, far smarter than he; one who had won.  It urges him to kill, as if the blood on his hands would bring resolve to the missing pages of his existence, as if it is all he is and nothing more. 

Is there truly anything else to a god? Followers blindly follow at his beck and call; blindly call out to him as if he was a servant in their employ. Divinity is truly lost on the living, and he finds comfort in the wishes of the dead, the dead do not beg at his feet, they do not complain; he does not have to comply. The poison that litters his memories disagrees, and even in the sharp hollow of the night he recalls thoughts that are not his, thoughts that belong to the fool he occupies, thoughts that make him frown. A forced recollection, he remembers the quiet of waiting for his chance, he remembers the devotion of the living that granted him a second chance. Yet, even then, they continually fail, even when it comes to their payment he finds them lacking. It only serves to reaffirm the hate in his gut.

Why then, does he despise the younglings who wear the guise of mortals? They are as foolish as those they serve to protect, and it is only a matter of millennia before they learn how loathsome their masters can be, a prime example of childish belief instilled by their masters’ lies. Grima’s vessel winces when he finally seats himself on the stairs leading up to the castle, and he finds he had once again overestimated the stamina of his body. Somehow, his thoughts drift to the endurance of the children who house kindred spirits, do their mortal forms suffer as his? Does the morning not feel like death, brought forth from its slumber? He doesn’t want to know, he tells himself, and attempts to redirect the curiosity he could have only gotten from the original owner of this body into the depths of it’s emotion.

He had a body of his own, thousands of years prior. Yet it’s feeling is lost to him now, a ghost of the greatness that makes his enemies tremble in unknown fear.  Its body now is merely a weapon, and every now and then he glances up at its grandiose scale and wishes it truly belonged to him. Steps echo behind him, in the stone halls of the corridor and he readies himself to strike. It runs through his veins, the power manifested through millennia of patience, the rage that obliterates kingdoms and splits the sky apart like a fool’s sword. As they move closer he feels himself clench and release the hands of his vessel, and once he sees their shadow he’s fully determined to spill blood.

He doesn’t. 

Kiran rounds the corner in uncharacteristic silence, and instead of paying mind to the aura that emanates from him like fog stems from a lake, they ignore his presence and glide down the steps to the one he is seated on, and they sit. His hand lowers like a diffused candle flame, and his gaze never leaves their shrouded face as they look ahead. The quiet persists, and he finds his thoughts ungraciously disrupted by their mere presence alone. Annoyed by the disruption into lack of speech, he moves to leaves but stops when he finds no response from the summoner. Turning his head, he notices their gaze is directly on him, and it sets him on edge in the most infuriating way.

Kiran doesn’t flinch when he barks at them to say something or leave, and instead they opt to pat the spot beside them on the stairs, right where he was. Grima finds his vessel unnerved, and their warmth captures his hand when he slowly sits back down.  They have not said anything yet, and that’s how they stay, their hand on top of his looking ahead at the horizon. Uncomfortable, is what the Robin he now owns would use to describe this feeling, but with his hand trapped he finds it hard to resolve the problem that arose from the summoner’s action. Why? Is the only thing on his mind when he too turns to the horizon line for answers, shifting away from Kiran’s presence and placing more and more space between them and their hands. 

He catches on to what they want to convey when they press down harder, and it stings his pride. Strength and action come to him instantly and he slips his hand from their grasp ignoring the dirt that ends up on his gloved hand in order to make a point. Companionship was not needed, not now, not ever. Friendship was a lie, and fools that place their trust in others for the sake of it are doomed to be hurt by the very trust they gave away. Grima expects Kiran to take the clue, to leave him alone with his thoughts, and is disappointed when they don’t. He is left alone, however, and that is far better than another attempt at trying to get their blood on his hands.

The dark of the night houses no stars, and he feels the birth of a scoff as he feels the rejection from heaven itself as if he was worthy to begin with. He knows the extent of his sins, the extent of all the wrong that was placed on him, of all of the red that stains the trails he walks, and of the scent of rot that swims in his lungs. Grima knows that he is nothing but a monster, but why? The murky waters refuse to clear and he is stuck imagining why he longs for a body. Death is nothing but a side effect; he is a god, so why did it matter to him that a child was born with a heart linked to his? There is no answer, from the silence within and the more he repeats the question in his mind the less he tries to care. What did having a mortal form accomplish other than his revival? What did he not have that the divine dragon did when they are inexplicably linked? He is a monster, so why did it matter to him to bear the face of that same child?

Warmth on their hand steals his thoughts away again and his arm moves ever so slightly before he stops himself. Kiran is looking directly at him, and when he meets their gaze they remove their hand and smile. Grima returns a glare that would certainly kill if it could, but their smile never fades.

“Why is it that you are so intent on interrupting my thoughts?” He finally speaks, breaking the atmosphere and never once looking away. Kiran’s smile falters into something he’s seen before, pity. It makes his blood boil and he feels the spirit within him stir in aggravation. “Do not look at me with pity.” He snaps with a growl.

“You fight with yourself over what you do not know,” Kiran begins and Grima finds himself uncharacteristically surprised at their conclusion but forces his neutrality, “as if it would help you find answers.”

“And what would, summoner?” He sarcastically replies, as if a mortal could understand the turmoil that god’s suffer at the hands of their ever so faithful followers, and he feels his vessel cross his arms, watching as Kiran ponders what he could only assume to be a multitude of excuses. They furrow their brows and place a thumb under their chin in a pensive motion that seems to last ages. 

“Trust would.” Is all they manage to say when they lower their hand and look at him, and he scoffs. Trust? Trust? What would trust do that it has not failed in before? Why would he trust beings incapable of even taking care of themselves, why should he place his faith in those who have deceived him time and time again? Grima snarls at the summoner and decides that he’s heard enough lies. Standing, he doesn’t bother to wipe the dirt off of his coat.

“Trust will do nothing but end your life, remember that.” The steps prove only a bit challenging for him, and he once again damns his decision to occupy a frail body as he feels the stiffness in his legs. His pace is quick regardless of physical obstacles, and the fell dragon descends back into the shroud of night as Kiran turns to spy stars twinkling in the night sky.

[thebluemouse]

Local buff man is getting his ass kicked by McDonald’s

[felikatze]

I'm obsessed with your shrek au. Can I ask for some more chrobin details from it-

(grima and rkc if its possible as well-)

i HAVE in fact answered stuff abt grima and rkc in a previous ask about this AU. (the fic referred to in that one is "if the prince is a dragon and the prince is a dragon and the princess is a dragon-" btw, which is the proto shrek au fic)

most details would come up in the fic itself but they really follow the shrek/fiona convention here. both of them loathe themselves as "monsters" but think the other one is pretty nifty so they for sure have that moment where fiona exposits her self doubts to donkey and shrek overhears it and feels bad where robin tells lissa shit and chrom hears it and feels bad

chrom in this AU is very very much a sopping wet cat of a man. he has been ALONE for three whole years with just his self doubts for company and it would have been more had owain not spooked him into leaving the swamp. this is how owain saved the timeline, by the way. by being a dumbass. peak butterfly effect.

i have INTENSE thoughts abt chrom/grima og timeline shit in this. in the og timeline, chrom never packs up n tries to leave, so he never meets lissa, so he stays in the swamp for several more years and gets progressively worse. in the meantime, robin got saved from the tower by somebody else, and did actually marry gangrel. some years later, gangrel disappeared under "mysterious circumstances" and robin ran off, eventually finding his way to the swamp.

THIS GOT LONG. the og timeline will either not come up much or only come up IF i actually pull thru all the way to shrek 2 so. here it is.

so this version of robin had basically no agency in any aspect of his life, and this chrom is desparate for literally anybody to stay by his side. they compliment each other in the worst possible way in the og timeline. robin is possessive. chrom wants to be possessed. it works. bad.

then, of course, validar has to fuck shit up. with the heart of grima out there in the world, he's gearing up to actually awaken his god. as per awakening, he drags robin back to plegia by force (chrom in tow.) i'm not certain whether to include the fire emblem in this AU, but there's really no reason for it. there's no reason to kill Emm either.

After Robin left the tower, nowi (taking the place of the dragon), also eventually left. when she was terrorizing the ylissean countryside, she met lissa, the first person to keep up with her. the two had a proper normal romance of well-adjusted dragon people. at some point, nowi convinces lissa to go back to ylisse, and emm accepts her chicken sister with open arms.

the two never find chrom. they dont know what happened to him. they can only speculate that he turned into a dragon the same way lissa did, but they never know for sure.

so, robin awakens to grima (aka The Curse) and in the kerfluffle both validar and chrom beef it. chrom is promptly resurrected as our dear rkc. lucina and morgan would be still kids at this point.

this AU's version of lucina is actually very fun for me because she did spend a good few years actually raised by grima and has a lot of his theatrics. you get to see that in chapter 3. she has an overall minor role in the fic itself but she's there and i love her.

at some point, lucina realizes that her parents are kind of fucked up, and that her dads are destroying the entire plegian peninsula, and they'll probably move on to ylisse at some point, so she heads east. she's accepted with open arms into the royal family cuz she has The Brand so they know she's chrom's kid.

she also has like. four eyes. demon horns. black wings. some scales. she is also a Dragon Creature the same way chrom and robin are in this. it explains a lot for the ylisse family.

it ends up being a dragon brawl of robin and chrom vs lissa and nowi and it is Disastrous. lots of legendary heroes trying to intervene. nobody's ever heard of dragon on dragon combat before. that's not supposed to happen.

long story short, lucina teams up with owain to hop back in time, though how to fix everything is a much more difficult question than in canon.

lucina's parents have been a total mess ever since she could remember, and owain never met them at all, so.

instead, lucina devoted herself to creating as many happily ever afters as possible (to parallel grima being the fairy godmother in this), while sending owain on fetch quests to locate her parents. she has a rough plan backed up by future knowledge and the seer powers assigned to her by the universe for her dope fucking appearance.

(god i wish i could draw her and chrom but chocobo lissa is all i can manage)

yah. so. that's the og timeline in a nutshell. the most toxic chrobin ever.

meanwhile awakening shrek timeline chrobin meet way earlier before they hit their depression arcs and manage to hash out their insecurities and fall head over heels in normal love. it all happens way earlier than both lucina and grima planned. what the fuck do you mean they're already happily married. nobody accounted for this.

my pal anakha summarized this as "the giant evil dragon got laid way before things got bad and this fixed the problem" which is. accurate.

[blackfairy312]

wake up oliverddp nation new "self" ship

btw before anyone asks Yes Komi is wearing the Grima Coat that Robin Fire Emblem wears and thats cause Robin was Komi's first lover like over probably a thousand years ago and she wore it again cause the Genshin Impact world reminded her of the Fire Emblem world and also at this point in her arc she's over the grief of losing Robin to Grima and wearing his coat as a sentimental thing whatever also cause i didn't want to reuse her Elden Ring design SORRY this oc/insert is so complicated

[trcelyneart]

13, 25, and 31 for the fe asks!

13 - What do you like most about Fire Emblem?

As a child I liked strategy games. I had FF Tactics Advance on Gameboy and I really liked the concept. So gameplay wise I liked the familiarity. And then I accidentally married Chrom on my first Awakening playthrough, discovered what that S-support thing meant, and the rest is history.

25 - Any general or specific headcanons you have?

Ooooo boi here we go:

Awakening

- Aversa is Robin's cousin (the daughter of Validar's sister), and got kidnapped and brainwashed by Validar because if he couldn't find Robin he could use her as a replacement to be Grima's vessel.

- Robin's name was Morgana, which explains why they name the kid after her (subconsciously)

- Emmeryn chose Lissa's name (from their mother Lissandra who died in childbirth).

- Lissa actually has the Brand of the Exalt. It's inside her mouth, on her palate.

- To wield Falchion, the person has to bear the Brand of the Exalt and receive Naga's Light, which is a benediction and basically Naga's green light to say "this one's a good one, you can trust them". It manifests once, when the person does something "heroic", their hair shine and they feel energy flow through them.

- Falchion can be wield by other people but it will be dull and impossibly heavy.

- Robin is "allergic" to Falchion. If they touch it, they get burnt. The sight of the sword makes them uncomfortable but they get over it in battle.

- If Robin has a second child, they will have the Mark of Grima on their sternum.

- Lon'qu and Olivia have a sibling relationship, they're actually closer than their supports suggests. Their supports are weird imo, since they're both Basilio's adopted children it feels strange that they know so few about each other. She's the only one who can approach him without him freaking out (besides his wife).

- Frederick only gets maried with serious women who have their lives together (namely Miriel, Panne, and Cherche). Aversa's an exception but it's a crack ship anyway

- Lon'qu and Sumia deserved supports

- Emmeryn is soft and gentle but does not let people walk over her. She can be as scary as her father whenn she wants to (she has to remind her advisors who's the boss sometimes)

Three Houses

- Lysithea is ace (I mean, have you seen her colors?). She has no time to be horny, she's got things to learn. Same goes for Linhardt.

- I don't know how it can work in the lore but I'm a firm believer of the "Marianne is Berkut and Rinea's child" theory. He's a very loving dad even if he looks stern btw.

- Byleth is demisexual, Sylvain and Claude are bisexual.

- Mercedes teaches Marianne how to make embroidery

- Dorothea and Sylvain hate-fucked at least once

- Byleth has always felt Sothis' "presence". Like, they feel Sothis' subconscious sort of? Basically it doesn't surprise them that much when she awakens.

- Claude wears lipgloss pre-timeskip (have you seen his lip color and how it shines?). I've also read a fic that mentions he wears khol when in Almyra and I really like the idea.

31 - Some moments of Fire Emblem you keep thinking of?

The Ball Scene in Three Houses makes me weak. Like, Claude's wink? Dimitri and Edelgard dancing right next to each other and not even dare a peek at the other??? Also we were robbed of an opportunity for everyone to show off with amazing outfits and it's my personal mission to correct that in every single fic I write.

Also that scene when Chrom recognises Lucina is *chef's kiss*

And last but not least, when Lucina wants to kill Robin. The first time I had that scene I had to put my 3DS down and pace around my bedroom because my daugther wanted to kill me to save the world and honestly? What a dilemma.

Ask me something about Fire Emblem!