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★ 【GAO】 「 ティアモさんとオボロさん! 」 ☆ ⊳ cordelia & oboro // fire emblem ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

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Takumi looks so majestic~

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Fire Emblem Fates - Retainers Queer HCs

Pride Month 2024 - Day 18

Felicia is a lesbian.

Flora is demiaroace and doesn’t care about the gender of her partners.

Jakob is somewhere on the asexual spectrum and is also biromantic.

Silas is bisexual.

Kaze doesn’t feel the needs to label himself. Whoever he falls for, he falls for.

Saizo took sometime into adulthood to realize his sexuality. He’s gay.

Kagero is bisexual with a female lean.

Setsuna doesn’t care much for romance or sex. She’s very indifferent to it.

Azama is somewhere on the aromantic spectrum.

Hinata is a trans man who uses he/him, and he’s onmisexual.

Oboro is bisexual with a masc lean.

Hana is bisexual with a fem lean.

Subaki doesn’t like labeling himself, but he’s attracted to men and women.

Laslow has a strong lean towards woman, but he is omnisexual.

Peri doesn’t care about the gender of her partners, but she just wants a partner who will be able to keep up with her during battles.

Selena is pansexual.

Beruka is on the aroace spectrum and is very indifferent to both.

Odin is a trans man who uses he/him. He’s very open about this since his scars easily show with his clothes. He is also pansexual.

Niles is canonically bisexual. He has a masc lean. He is also polyamorous.

Effie is mpsec with a masc lean.

Arthur is mpsec with a fem lean.

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FE Fates - Oboro & Takumi

Art Collab with @digitalsunlight !

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I feel like the "Bi but nobody wants them" meme is SO Takumi but. Kinda falls flat where there are at least Two (literally also One canonically) people who want him.

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Oboro does not like my ship

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Poll 183 - Oboro

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: Ueda Yumehito, Noy

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Takumi x Hinata x Oboro! Kiragi

Please Reblog or credit to use! Requests are open!

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FE14 Mistletoe Headcanons

Hey y’all, I’m back for more mistletoe headcanons for the game a select few of us especially cool people like, with some potential rare pairs… but isn’t that the fun of it? That’s why I love doing this stuff. Hopefully you are able to enjoy it, too!

If you want to see the ones I did last year, you can find them here. Buuuuuut, for this year… Please enjoy! You can find Hinata/Oboro, Xander/Laslow, M Corrin/Silas, Camilla/Selena, Hana/Sakura, Arthur/Azura, Shiro/Siegbert, and Orochi/Saizo!

Hinata/Oboro:

I feel like Oboro is the one who would fantasize about getting a kiss under the mistletoe, but Hinata is the one who would actually have to go through with planning it, because she wouldn’t have the courage to ask. Hinata probably tries to set it up himself, but he’s not exactly sure how to be romantic, so he thinks he’s going to lure her to him by having some sort of training contest to show off which of them is truly the best of Takumi’s retainers. It’s a real eye roll for Oboro, especially with her weapon advantage, but she goes along with it anyway just to humour him. When she inevitably is able to get the pin on him, he makes a joking death, saying that she can still save her opponent with a kiss… and then pulls the mistletoe out of his pocket.

“You are so dorky, you know that?”

And with that, she laughs, and presses a kiss to his lips. Hinata smiles all the way through.

Xander/Laslow:

These two have to have a spontaneous mistletoe moment because Laslow is shy as hell and Xander canonically has an anxiety disorder, so this had to be like, an Elise-and-Camilla set-up. They wait until Laslow has been called to be lectured by Xander after flirting to try and forgot his crush, and then, while Xander is doing the talking… they catch them both! Camilla hangs the mistletoe above the doorway, and when Xander escorts Laslow out, they’re caught underneath. Immediately, both men’s faces turn red, but they know they can’t shirk tradition. They share a quick, chaste kiss, which still sends a shot of warmth through each of their chests… and makes them rush off afterwards, trying desperately not to think about how enjoyable that was.

M Corrin/Silas:

Look me in the eye and tell me that Silas did not recreate the most adorable winter’s picnic for the two of them just to get his kiss. This is Silas we’re talking about, he’s a notorious sweetheart. He sets up a basket full of good eats he’s made himself, sandwiches and soups and desserts, and gets Corrin out of his work for the day. Corrin doesn’t quite understand why this is happening, but is happy to get to spend some time with his partner. After the two get to settle down and enjoy a good portion of their winter’s picnic, all cuddled up together to warm against the winter winds, Silas says that he has one last treat for Corrin. He’s quite excited to see what Silas has, and can’t help but laugh when he lifts a little sprig of mistletoe from the basket.

“I should have known you would do this.”

“We are best friends, after all!”

With that, Corrin can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to Silas’s lips, one that his significant other can’t help but happily reciprocate.

Selena/Camilla:

Knowing that her adorable Selena has a bit of an inferiority complex, when Camilla gets caught under the mistletoe with her, she’s all alight with blushes and mentioning how blessed she is to be under the mistletoe with such a pretty girl. Selena burns bright pink, asks her if she set this up, to which Camilla absolutely will not give a committal answer. She’s all smiles and sweet caresses, asking if Selena would pretty please fulfill this tradition with her. Eyes darting away, the red headed girl agrees, but “only because it’s *you*, Lady Camilla”. With permission given, Camilla leans down and kisses Selena — softly at first, and then with more passion as it goes on. The two of them are kissing for a good moment when Selena finally breaks it off, gazing into Camilla’s eyes.

“That was… amazing, Lady Camilla… but you planned that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, of course I did, dear.”

Hana/Sakura:

Sakura would never have the courage to go after the mistletoe kiss, so this one is all Hana. And even then, I feel like it’s on somebody else’s suggestion. Probably Subaki’s. The girls have probably just finished enjoying some time in the Shirasagi Castle Town market, looking at various fashion items and cute trinkets, when they decide to stop into Sakura’s favourite sweet shop. The two of them are poking about, looking at all of the various snacks that they might be able to purchase, when a young girl points out that the two of them are caught under the mistletoe. Sakura blushes and smiles, and asks Hana if she would be okay to fulfill the tradition.

“Anything for you, Lady Sakura,” Hana giggles, a grin stretching across her face, and leans in to very softly kiss her princess… who can’t help but blush even harder when the little girl starts to clap.

Arthur/Azura:

You just know that Arthur wants to go out of his way to make her feel like the princess she is, and that it all goes wrong in a terrible in a way that she still appreciates. He probably plans this whole dinner date near this mistletoe spot, but as he’s taking her by the hand and leading her to it, there’s just this COLOSSAL fall, where he tumbles over their dinner set-up and worse, drags her with him, until they’re laying under the mistletoe. Azura is on top of his chest, her face hidden by her cascade of hair, and at first he’s worried that he’s ruined everything. Then, suddenly, he starts to hear laughter spill from her lips.

“You just wouldn’t be my Arthur if something like this didn’t happen,” she snickers, leaning down to kiss him. He tucks some hair behind her ear as their lips meet, the remaining fingers tangling in her blue locks, happy to have at least had some success with the mistletoe… even if it wasn’t exactly what he was envisioning.

Shiro/Siegbert:

Siegbert probably got roped into this situation by like, Forrest. Shiro is too oblivious, Siegbert is too nervous. Nobody for sure knows who sets up their mistletoe, but when the two princes are caught under it, their faces sure burn bright. Siegbert pretty much loses his ability for speech altogether, but Shiro assured him that they don’t have to kiss if he doesn’t want to. Siegbert feels awkward, but still thinks they should go through with it, so Shiro is more than ready to just plant a sweet one on him. It’s a little awkward, and probably kind of sloppy because Shiro’s leading, but it’s still nice.

Up until they get caught by their dads, that is. Then it’s embarrassing. Not that Ryoma and Xander mind much — just a few knowing, fatherly chuckles.

Orochi/Saizo:

Orochi, naturally, terrorizes Saizo into trying to get a mistletoe kiss. She runs around with the sprig, trying to get a kiss at random moments. Training? Smooch. Keeping an eye on Corrin? Smooch. Talking to his liege? Where’s Orochi’s kissy? Saizo, of course, follows through on none of them, which makes her quite pouty… Which makes it even better when Saizo eventually catches her on the way by, dangling a little bit of mistletoe over top of his head and beckoning her over. She flies over to him almost immediately, and with a pull down of his mask Spider-man style, the two of them share a loving kiss that Orochi will be thinking about forever…

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Does anyone know Takumi and Oboro’s ship name?

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Forgotten First Meeting Niles and Oboro (I really enjoy this pair. It’s both hilarious and oddly wholesome)

This kind of got away from me whoops

Oboro didn’t know why her parents were so worried whenever they came to these little border towns. Sure, they weren’t as neat and pretty as the villages in Hoshido, but the strange, gnarled vegetation that escaped people’s gardens and grew over walls and crumbling statues were oddly beautiful. There was less sunlight, but the flames in all the torches glowed and danced even in the day. And the people didn’t mind their manners, but Oboro had come to realize that their loudness and hands slapped onto shoulders was their attempt to be friendly, no matter how impolite. In some ways, they were less scary that when her parents sold cloth to Hoshidan nobles, where she had to remember all the etiquette that they taught her.

But even if she disagreed with her parents of the danger of these towns, she would not disobey them. When they went into those loud restaurants with customers and told her to stay with the cart, she stayed with the cart. Other children would come by and ask her to play with them and got mad and called her names when she refused. Adults would call her the little wagon guardian in a tone that she thought was a compliment and only later realized was condescending. But nothing would make her abandon her duty.

Not even the apples on the branch over the wall above her.

Oboro glared at the apples. On principle, she didn’t trust Nohrian food after she was convinced to try some and nearly threw it all up. But these were red and shiny and unblemished, and apples were always apples everywhere, weren’t they? Her parents brought what Hoshidan preserves they could fit alongside their wares, and they’d taught Oboro to be very careful about rationing food. It may have been past suppertime and they had been talking to their latest client for far too long, but she wasn’t going to open up their dwindling supplies without permission. No matter how much her stomach grumbled.

“Just grab one.”

Oboro squeaked and nearly fell off the seat. She hadn’t even noticed the boy who’d climbed up next to her. “What?” she squeaked.

“If you want one, just take one. It’s easy.” He jumped off the seat and onto the wall, scrambling up it with an ease that told her he’d done this before. At the top, he plucked an apple from the branch and held it out. “See?”

“Those aren’t yours,” Oboro said as she studied him. He was probably about her age and had the tan skin and light hair common of people in the border region, along with grayish-blue eyes. One of them looked a little swollen; Oboro was worldly enough to know what a healing black eye looked like, not worldly enough to assume it was from anything worse than tripping. His clothes had been mended several times, but if her stitches looked like that, her parents would be horrified. And his hair was a tangled mess.

The boy took a bite out of the apple. “They are now,” he said as he chewed. “C’mon, it’s easy. I bet you could do it.”

Oboro sat up very straight, chest puffed out. “I’m not a thief. I’m a merchant.”

“Then you’re gonna get robbed,” the boy said before taking another big bite. The moisture dribbled down his chin.

Oboro’s stomach turned. “I am a merchant,” she said, “so I can make a trade. If you bring me something, I’ll come your hair.”

“I don’t need that,” the boy said, but he still picked another fruit before jumping back down to her. He didn’t look at her and just kept eating his own apple as Oboro took the good comb from the box hidden beneath the cloth bales. She grimaced before she dug its teeth into his hair, and he flinched, and she flinched too, thinking he might suddenly turn on her. But as she began to pull at the tangles, he just dug his teeth into the apple again.

“I’m sorry,” she still said.

“It’s just hair,” he muttered. “Who cares about hair?”

Once she got through the worst of the tangles, it was strangely calming to keep combing. Maybe that’s why her mother insisted on combing her hair even though she was old enough to do it herself. It was so easy to close her eyes and loose herself in the strokes. She could feel his shoulders relax against hers. How long had he sat here? Did it matter?

It took her parents calling to her to snap her from her reverie. When she opened her eyes, she only caught a glimpse of the boy before he was gone.

“Oboro? Is everything alright?” her father said. “I thought I saw someone.”

Oboro realized the apple was still next to her on the seat. “It was just a local boy saying hello,” she said as she picked it up. “I think he dropped this.”

Her mother smiled. “It’s good that you’re finally making friends here.”

She realized, with a pang in her stomach, that she hadn’t asked him his name. But she knew his face now, didn’t she? Oboro promised herself that the next time they came through this town, she would find him again and ask him his name and tell him hers. His hair would need another combing by then too.

It was an easy promise for a child to make. Oboro was too young to ever imagine a day when all Nohrian faces would blur together and she would have to relearn the ability to see them as individual human beings. And she couldn’t imagine that the next time she saw him, all that youth would be gone from his face, along with one of those eyes.

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I flipping love fire emblem fates

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Oboro of the Week

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