#aw eagle

[kynimdraws]

Eagle/Drake vibes

[vampirtulpe]

I wanted to draw something for Advance Wars again and was talking with my gf about the different powers the characters have and considered the story potential when you take them at face value.

Drake can control the ocean to a degree, even summon storms, so I imagine he’s also able to control small bodies of water no problem. He prolly does it when he’s in thought or tries to keep himself busy.

Meanwhile Eagle gets fast when he uses his power, though its symbolized with his Units being hit by lightning. So what if, by accident, Eagle sometimes also gets hit by lightning, making him go completely hyper and a little insane for the rest of the day.

If you can’t read my Writing: Ran Across the Ocean to Orange Star ->

“I CAN SEE MUSIC!”

[gamergal-ds]

He is voiced by the SAME GUY as MORDECAI from LACKADAISY and I canNOT NOT HEAR IT EVER

[charmzero]

the two musketeers

inspired by that alm and celica holding a gun meme

[thatcakelovingwitch]

*loud eagle cry*

[arthursfuckinghat]

You can track the gang members? Holy shit that's so cool

[lostinthewoodsomewhere]

I have a lot of feelings about how this side quest sets up Jesse as so caring and empathetic towards the Eagle Limited, taking the time to listen to and help it, which is just in complete contrast to how the Eagle Limited was made. The Blessed organisation literally risked people's lives and got them killed in order to make a train Altered, with absolutely no care for anyone, or anything.

I don't know, I just love how opposed these two actions are, especially if you imagine that Jesse calming the trains Altered state as sort of, undoing Blessed's work???? I'm probably reading way to into this, but I'm super excited to see what they do with the FBC and Blessed Organisation in the future!!

(Also I just love how Jesse says this, Courtney Hope I love your performance so much!!!)

[crows-of-buckets]

Edelgard was 18.

Edelgard was 18 and held the entirety of her future in her hands. She was 18 and alone, 18 and scared, 18 and angry.

Edelgard was 18 sitting at a desk. Her desk. The walls of her room at the officers academy felt just as much protection as they did a cage at that moment. The wooden floors creaked under the weight of her chair.

Tomorrow things would change. Her and Hubert would walk alone, and together they would face down former friends turned foes as they carved their bloody path.

They would face the professor.

Edelgard leaned back, tears blurring her vision. She was doing her homework. Why was she doing her homework? Tomorrow in the holy tomb she would plunge Fodlan into a war the likes of which no one had seen in centuries. Homework was the least of her concerns.

She would have to face the professor.

Byleth, the stone faced mercenary who threw herself in front of Edelgard with no hesitation. Byleth, who spent hours carefully guiding her students to their fullest potential. Byleth, who sometimes got pale in battle after a particularly rough fight. Not because she feared her own safety, but because she feared that any of her students had received more than a scratch. Byleth, who patiently let Edelgard explain her nightmares. Byleth, who watched her be crowned Emperor of Adrestia.

The first person in a long time that Edelgard truly cared about.

She had tried so hard to avoid harboring any affection for her professor - for any of the residents at garreg mach. And yet the ashen demon had carved a place into her heart, dragging her students to reside there alongside her. Edelgard felt her throat tighten at the thought of raising her blade at Dorothea- at Ferdinand, at Caspar, at Linhardt, at Bernadetta, at Petra. Over the past few months their antics had grown on her, and now guilt lumped in her throat. She would turn her blades onto them, her kind and slightly stupid classmates. They would follow Byleth, and Byleth would follow the Church.

It made her feel sick.

Long past the point of caring about her homework, Edelgard walked over to her dresser. Flowers- mostly from the professor- were starting to shrivel in their vases. How poetic, she thought that they too shall die the last night I am an ally to those I hold dear. She plucked a flower from the vase- a single rose- and sat on the bed.

There was no point in trying to sleep. Anticipation and anxiety coursed through her. Tomorrow she would have to be a different woman. No longer Edelgard, the imperial princess of Adrestia. No longer Edelgard, the flame emperor, or Edelgard, house leader of the black eagles.

Tomorrow, she would be Edelgard, Emperor of Adrestia, the woman who tore the land from it's fragile peace for the sake of her own ideals.

She pulled her legs up, laying her head on her knees.

There would be no sleep tonight. For Edelgard was 18, and she had a world to change.

Whether it be by herself, or with allies at her back, the Emperor of Adrestia had work to do.

[bubble-jasmine]

Eagle honey what was the goal here

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

I started in Novoland: Eagle Flag yesterday because I recently saw a post from @dangermousie referencing it…

And it is the perfect show to get me through my Fangs of Fortune withdrawal.

It’s epic in scale and scope, the characters are expertly written to draw you into this large world, there are bloody and brutal battles, intimate conversations, and complicated relationships.

I’m on ep 11 now. The three main leads have completely captured my heart.

Their meet-cute was perfection, too.

[mintaikk]

Sometimes I'm just having a regular boring day and then I remeber that Peng is canonically nonbinary, and my day gets a bit better

[kynimdraws]

GREEN EARTH SQUAD!!!

[vampirtulpe]

I made this years ago, when I replayed Advance Wars 2 and had this weird feeling that Eagle’s angry face looked familiar. The Enlightenment I received when I realized-

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie, can you bully Travis again?

I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself 🙂

Going into this, he'd never thought it was a brilliant plan - he was desperate, not an idiot - but he'd still thought a lifetime wrangling his kid brothers, not to mention Caleb and Kaylee, would've proven practice enough to survive any measure of buffoonery.

As he slammed the door to the cellblock open, a headache pounding behind his eyes and his pulse racing in this throat, he finally accepted how very, very wrong he'd been.

In a perfectly flat, droning tone of voice, the one continued his endless song, somehow managing to project his voice like a carnival barker without letting even a shred of emotion into it: "EIGHTY-THREE BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, EIGHTY-THREE BOTTLES OF BEER, YOU TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND, EIGHTY-TWO BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL..." And that would've been bad enough on its own, it really would've, only the other one had found something in his cell that was hard enough to ring out like a goddamn xylophone as he beat it - completely without rhythm - as his idiot buddy continued to sing.

"I will kill you," Travis hissed, stopping outside the first cell to point a menacing finger at the Washington kid, his nostrils and temper flaring, "that's not a threat, buster, that's a guaran-goddamn-fucking-tee."

"No you won't," he quipped right back cool as you please, then leveled his gaze directly at him and continued at the top of his lungs, "EIGHTY-TWO BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL..."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[askadvancewars]

[jcamilov06]

no matter who their qb is, no matter their defense... we still cannot win vs. seattle 💀