#fe 3h oc

[nohrs-lost-soul]

Eventually the wagon reaches a nearby town, and Percy, tired of waiting on the long trek down the mountain, dismounts, walking into town, and immediately catches his eye is a traveling band with a percussionist, there’s a viola, drums, tambourine, etc. The band already has a small group of people around them, clapping along-. So… Percival walks up and rhythmically snaps along to the drums, and as he gets close enough to the drummer he takes a knee, asking for the sticks by holding his hand out-. The drummer confusedly hands over the sticks, and Percival lowers his voice, saying: “Like this-.” As he plays a more livelier, intense beat. “Just… keep doing that.” He’d then stand up, handing him back the sticks, and the other members would catch on, adjusting their tempo to the new beat-.

Percival would start feeling the music, and start dancing, starting singing a song loud enough for those around him to hear.

“Every kiss is a door, can I knock on yours, can we knock a little more-.”

They all give a childish sounding ‘gasp’ as he sings this, but he’d walk up to a member of the crowd and hold a hand out, a girl would take it, as he guides them to the center, a bit closer to the band, and he’d just slow down his singing a bit, since the person seems a bit shy. “If a touch… is a key, keep on twisting keep unlocking keep on turnin me~” As he says ‘twisting’ he’d spin them, then he’d spin as well-, bending down with a curtsy, the girl would have her hair muffled a bit, and find someone else in the crowd, doing exactly what he just did, literally dragging someone into the center to dance—, and as Percy does this for each person, the crowd slowly gets larger and more active as he pulls in new people to dance with the group.

“But I need—, need to know, will you protect me, respect me if I let you close~.” [2/2]

[nohrs-lost-soul]

Percival’s new to Garreg Mach, he’d be attempting to make a good impression, making a few woven baskets and dropping them off at student’s doors-, about 3 of them would be strung along his shoulder,, but the sight of the prince would stop him in his tracks-. Being face to face with Faeghus’s finest, a few thoughts came to mind: Should he approach? Do nobles like it when commoners get in their business? Questions that he would’ve thought about had his feet not already started moving forward on his own towards the pillar holding up the Prince. Being direct probably wouldn’t be the best option, as Dimitri definitely knows that he’s injured.

He’d walk up, still keeping a bit of distance reaching into one of the basket’s he’d placed objects into-, tearing open the string wrapping a small vial with dust at the bottom of it, offering it to him. “Greetings, Prince of Faerghus-. I came over to-.” A short pause. He looks… bad, but he’s not going to be up front and say that. “If you’d like some help with… whatever it is that hurts. This is a mix I call ‘Poppy’s Kiss.’ It’s just Chamomile and Poppy that you mix into your tea-, and it should ease your pain for a few days.” He’d simply offer him the vial, the reddish purplish powder would glisten at the bottom.

Open RP - Dimitri

With all that the prince had been through and continues to go through, it would come as no shock that his pain tolerance was rather high, concerningly so. What also would not be a surprise was how little he went to see the healers whenever he managed to hurt himself while training. Why would he bother the healers when he already knew how to bind a wound, reset a broken nose, and relocate a joint? Yes, it hurt a lot, but he knew he could handle it.

Was it smart to snap his jaw back into place after a training mishap? Absolutly not. Did it make his eyes water, head throb, vison buzz, and stomach twist? It sure did, but here the crowned prince of Farghus was, now bodily leaning against a pillar after his world turned in time with the audible pop of the joint back where it belonged.

[azelfandquilava]

She's an expressive gal, that Court Mage Lady.

The "Real" Cornelia Arnim 3H Portrait was originally by love_bunchy and commissioned/designed by my buddy, @schmae212.

I asked Bunchy if we could get a full expression set for it later :3

might upload the full set if people are interested in seeing more of the sad mouse lady

Please go and support Bunchy, they do amazing Three Houses style portrait commissions and more: https://twitter.com/love_bunchy

[suimelons]

Currently designing a very old fire emblem oc I had hehe

Her names Carlotta :3

[godly-feh-edits]

Buné with the Garreg Mach uniform! 😉✨

Based on my friend Griff's art of her!! Go support her work too!!

[lottsoluv]

Here's my Fire Emblem OC from Fire Emblem Three Houses! Their name is Eilin Nair, the second Princess of Damona in Dagda. They are a war hostage from the Dagda and Brigid War, the same as Petra, though Eilin has been taken as a ward by House Riegan. Their personality has many layers to it. They don't really like getting close to people, so they put on a cheerful face and deflects many attempts to get to know them. They also love learning, specfically about magic and history, in preparation of becoming a ruler or becoming an advisor to their sister who might become their ruler in Damona. They also hate Edelgard and the Empire with very fiber of their being, but they understand that they cannot let their rage show at all. Their starting stats are:

Descriptions of their lost items: Strange Necklace A necklace with a Dagdan sigil hanging from a black cord. This probably belongs to someone who misses their home. Half-Finished Children’s Book A half-made children’s book with well-drawn illustrations in a language you can’t read. It probably belongs to someone who writes in a different language and is good at drawing. Green Circlet A circlet with a dim green gem and slightly rusted silver bands. This probably belongs to someone who enjoys wearing circlets. A Supports: Byleth, Petra, Dimitri, Annette, Sylvain, Claude, Yuri B Supports: Lindhardt, Dorothea, Dedue, Ingrid, Ashe, Lorenz, Lysithea, Shamir, Catherine, Constance

Some Quotes: Dining Hall convos with Claude: No Support Level: Eilin: “I am always thankful to be sharing a meal with my friend. You are always a delightful to be eating with, Claude.” Claude: “A delight. And, I am always happy to share time with you as well, my friend.” B Support: Eilin: “The food in Fodlan has been well, but I will always be preferring food from my home in Damona. sigh” Claude: “I hope that whenever you’re able to go home, you don’t forget about your good pal, Claude. The way you praise your chef’s food has me starving on a full stomach.” Recruitment: Requirements not met: (Black Eagles) “I am sorry, Professor, but I am not thinking that our interests are aligning.” (Blue Lions) “... Oh, Professor, I apologize, I was in deep thinking…” Requirements met: “I am looking for having the Professor that can be protecting me while I learn all that I can. I would like to be joining your class, if you would be having me, Professor.” Instructing:

Bad: “I don’t quite think I am understanding, Professor…”

Console: “There is not a need to be treating me like a child.”

Critique: “That was helpful very much! I think I can try this.”

Preferred answer: critique

Great: “This studying is progressing very good.” Great: “I am being happy to be useful to you, Professor.” Perfect: “I was not thinking the work here would be this easy!”

Praise: “There is no need to have the cake with this, Professor, but I am thankful for your help.”

[edns]

What if I made a solo zine of sorts... Maybe a free/pwyw one for starters and digital only... Idk if anyone would be interested though. If you are, please let me know in the ask box or replies!! What kind of art would you like to see?

[ashes-of-ailell]

y'all if fe oc week does end up happening I'm gonna be so annoying about it, I have so much to say about my ocs.

prepare yourselves.

[voxmilia]

The thing that I have to grapple with is, if I made her fe and fh verses, grazi would not be immune to sylvain OR fabian and i'm embarrassed by her

[flowerparadise]

I need to post about my ocs more (and draw them more)

[moeblob]

Reinhardt just like: wow what good siblings.

Fjorm horrified that her lil sister just said a bad word how dare she where did she learn that (the summoner, actually).

Anyway I'm still happy to have seen Hrid in FEH recently. Thank you for asking.

[nohrs-lost-soul]

Basic Info (Three Houses AU):

Name: Percival Terpis

Nickname: Percy

Age: 22

Birthday: January 30th

Pronouns: They/Him

Sexuality/Preferences: Unknown

Weight: 167 lbs.

Height: 5'6'

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Gold

Class: Dancer

Affiliation: Adrestian Empire (Current)

Defining Traits: White hair, gold eyes. Always wanted to be a dancer, even if it is not practical for combat, usually wears loose fitting, occasionally tight fitting flowy robes that give his movements a sense of airiness about them.

Brief Description/Backstory:

Percival was born in the Capital City of Boramas located in the lands belonging to the Aegir family. He worked in entertainment. He found it incredibly fulfilling to put a smile on a person's face, and he found great success in it. His family were simple commoners that worked as alchemists for the empire due to their experience and their own magical techniques that were handed down through the generations. The herbs and healing balms they made would be augmented by magic in a subtle way, preventing detection and increasing their potency. The family took to bribing a scribe to change his last name from Eris to Terpis. They'd intended to pass him off as a noble (that didn't actually exist according to record) to increase his prospects, but while teaching him the skills he needed to pass the Entrance Exam, they realized that he did have a crest, and it was in fact manifesting throughout most of his life. Specifically, the magic around him gives those near him improved vigor as long as he was channeling his magic to dance or while intaking herbs or healing balms.

He currently attends at and works for Garreg Mach as a fresh faced, new tutor and teaching assistant for apothecary related courses intended for those who wish to take on support roles but do not have the magical acumen to become a cleric. Alongside this, he fully intends to test his skills in the White Heron cup when he's able to attend his very first one.

Crest Description:

Minor Crest of Terpsis: When dancing or ingesting any healing item, have a small chance to heal all allies within 5 squares by a portion of their max HP.

Boon Stat: Mag

Bane Stat: Luck

Promotion Path: Dancer -> ???

[suimelons]

Currently trying to sketch out a war phase outfit for Carlotta hehe

[lapinbunwrites]

Waaaahhh! In this FE 3H art scuffle that I participated in, I received this lovely attack by @loola-a of a Fraldarius Family portrait featuring my oc of Duchess Fraldarius, Amelia and Glenn!! Also, please look at baby Felix, his little bowl cut and his eyes. He has not seen the horrors of the world, he is to pure for this world.

Please do not repost, steal, edit, use for AI/NFT, sell, etc. without permission!

[nohrs-lost-soul]

“It’s exactly why I don’t use swords. The reality is that it’ll probably break if you try to parry something heavier like an axe without a shield.” He just softly smiles when Dimitri comments on… well, everything about his position and the metaphors involving foundations and walls. It was visceral and easy to take in, as if he’d been speaking on this for a while, which he likely had been. He wasn’t expecting the crown prince to be so humble. He doesn’t particularly comment on it, just letting the words hang in the air, because they’re just so weighty.

After he comments on his inexperience with remedies, he’d pop back in again.

“I don’t think you’d want to. The thing about being an apothecary’s son, at least in my experience is that you have two options. Set up shop in one place, or go traveling and play the game of merchantry. Both of which I hate the thought of, besides the traveling the world part, but I digress. I hardly care for the business side of things and how murky it is, I just enjoy the science of creating… new things with other things.”

As he says this, he makes an imaginary box with his hands, and then as he says the second ‘things’, he’d shift his weight to make a second box with his hands, before placing his hands by his side. Very… odd. But it was a sign he felt comfortable.

“Good to know the other people share those talents, I’ll try to seek them out if I can to see if there’s any specific plant or salve we both like. What do the both of them look like?” Referring to Ashe and Dedue.

@nohrs-lost-soul cont. from (X)

It took a moment for Dimitri to realize someone had not only approached but was speaking to him, the prince slow to react as he tried to straighten his posture with little success. He could almost hear his father's scolding...

"Apologies, I-" A barely subdued grunt of pain in response to him trying to speak so soon after the resetting of the joint, Dimitri again needing to rely on the pillar to stay upright. "I was a bit careless in my training, I am afraid." Words stilted as he tried to move his aching jaw as little as possible, he somehow managed to give a sheepish smile through it all as he slowly shuffled his supporting arm up the pillar in an effort to stand 'as a prince should' if only to keep the voices in his head quiet.

"There is no need for such formalities, please. I am here as a student and nothing more." Something so very many had trouble acclimating to, which he found to be interesting as much as he did exasperating at times.

While he would accept the bottle with gratitude, it was something he would have to ask Dedue about later on. He was certain this person meant him no harm, but as a prince, he had an obligation to be cautious with such matters, as guilty as it made him feel at times. Aside from that, he wasn't as familiar with natural remedies as Dedue, and should this powder do as suggested, he'd much rather it go to someone who has more of a need for it than he did. So what if his head felt like it was splitting open? He did this to himself, and now he must deal with the consequences.

"I greatly appreciate your generosity, though I assure you it is not nessecary." Gifts were one thing, but too many had tried to buy his favor, yet another thing that had him feeling guilty about the title he was born into.

He took a moment to inspect the vile out of simple curiosity, it being held up to the sun and lightly shaken with a hum of interest. "You already know of me, but I'm sorry to say I cannot say the same." Pocketing the vile in a place he was confident it wouldn't accidentally get broken, he was happy to find the world a bit less wobbly as he offered this new stranger a bow in greeting. "You may call me Dimitri." Please.

"Might I inquire as to your name?"

[myreblogfunland]

This is officially my one and only contribution to the fandom. I did my best to blank out one of the roster pages from FE:3H. Have fun filling in OC information!