#if not by fire than by bird

[bi-julius-caesar]

BY TALOS THE BIRDS WON

YES

[untitledgoosegay]

dedue has a stealth field he can turn on voluntarily. he couldn't tell you how, and he learned to do it long before he realized he was doing it -- perfecting a way of moving and carrying himself just-so to avoid notice. it's not invisibility, but it's remarkably effective.

it does mean that he's spent some very, very uncomfortable periods trapped in the greenhouse because somebody snuck in there to make out and now he can't leave without being noticed

[adobe-outdesign]

Hey there, Is there any specific Pokemon you believe have an incorrect typing?, ie. not fitting the Pokémon’s theme/what it’s based on/there lore. I would genuinely like to hear what you think about this.

Runerigus should've been rock/ghost. It's literally a possessed runestone and they went out of their way to claim what's obviously a rock is actually clay (???) seemingly just to avoid making it rock/ghost for some reason.

I also would've liked to see some water typing for Lugia; I get it being psychic because that was the strongest type at the time, but they could've at least gone psychic/water instead of flying as while it can fly, it's not important to either the design or the lore.

[twiliunicorn]

yet another one of my Fire Emblem Tellius OCs, Yaling. A piebald Raven Laguz, language expert, and translator. Her area of expertise has been translating documents recovered from the Serenes Massacre for cultural preservation.

During Path of Radiance, she's been tasked with tracking down her colleagues at the Universities in Daein and Crimea during the war and ensuring their safety.

[spotaus]

Hey guys, look! Doodle I made ages ago for New Age that I forgot to post! This is Nim (left) and Dream if he had become King (right)!

Nim is pretty self explanatory, a fire elemental who was born a few hundred (thousand???) Years ago and became King after the death of her father. She's. Not a good person. Also, off in the bottom left you can spot Dream + Nightmare's other mom! Her name was Setta and she passed away shortly after the twins were born 🫡🙏

Then there's Dream! If Dream had been able to eat the apple, he would've become the next proper King, the apple accepting his magic and aging him, as well as expanding on his understanding of his own magic. With his connection to the sun, his lingering fire magic, passed down by his mother, would've mixed with his overwhelming emotional aura magic and condensed into two sets of large wings, as well as a halo. In Nim the excess magic simply burned away, but for Dream it's his wings. When they touch an object or run into the ground they simply start to flare and disperse into flame-like flares. In contact with a person, they overwhelm them with positivity, and by spreading his wings he can enhance his aura field of emotional sensing/altering.

As King, Dream would become more of a warriors king, leaving the real king duties to Nightmare, while he goes out and trains and fights alongside his guard. (He's an archer, so he basically acts as a power generator behind his troops and a long-distance sniper.)

Only thing his, because he restrained himself (with Ccino's intervention) from sacrificing Nightmare on his coronation day and suffered no loss? Well, his magic lasts even less than Nightmare's does in the normal timeline. Which... isn't great.

[eri-pl]

Another one with sweaters

That's the problem with alliteratively named twins. And Vaire being creative with the labels.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish things ~

[wistrea-gone]

Just for fun!

oh... so, unfortunately for miles, kira is never gonna let him forget this LASJKDHF she can even forgive the "no killing" bit because he'd cover for her once the guards came knocking at the doors. she has every intention of proving that one, and they are soooo going to dance, MARK HER WORDS!!

[wingsoffirenames]

RainWing Names - Letter A #2

Anxiety / Anxious (A feeling of fear, dread, and uneasiness.) Ao / Aoi (Japanese for 'blue'.) Apple (The fruit.) Apricot (A type of fruit, or a creamy orange color.) April (The 4th month of the year.) Arabica (The coffee plant.) Araçari (A genus of toucans.) Arancione (Italian for 'orange'.) Arapaima (A type of fish.) Arrau (A type of river turtle found in the Amazon.) Arrogance / Arrogant (Having an exaggerated sense of one's importance or abilities.) Artful (Showing creative skill.) Artichoke (A species of thistle often eaten.) Arugula (A leafy plant often eaten.) Asparagus (A flowering plant species, it's young shoots are often eaten.) Aspen (A tree with long, rounded leaves.) Aster (A species of flowering plant.) Aster (A species of flowering plant.) Astonishing (Extremely surprising or impressive; amazing.) Astrapia (A type of bird. The males plumage is quite iridescent.) Atemoya (Also known as the Cherimoya. Another custard apple type.) Attis (Phrygian vegetation deity.) Attractive (Something pleasing or appealing to the senses.) August (The 8th month of the year.) Aura (An emanation or energy.) Autumn (The season. Leaves often turn red and brown during it.) Aventurine (A form of quartzite, often green.) Avocado (A pear shaped fruit that grows from the avocado tree.) Awe (A feeling of reverential respect mixed with fear or wonder.) Axolotl (A type of salamander.) Aye-Aye (A long fingered lemur.) Azalea (A type of flowering shrub.) Azul (Spanish for 'blue'.)

[starwrittenfates]

No thoughts, just the concept art for Zevran in his Antivan Crow Armour <3 I wish they would have put this as an option for him to wear in Origins. He really has become one of my favorite characters. He just...means so much to me. I want more Zevran content and interactions.

[untitledgoosegay]

trans femme/nb dedue

is a headcanon i hold close to my heart

he is at minimum strongly gender-nonconforming -- despite the protective shell (literal; it's made of steel plate and chain) he wears, his key interests are cooking, gardening, and sewing. this is not someone who aspires to be the big manly protector. moreover, he never talks about his relationship with his dad; if his bio page didn't mention that he was a blacksmith we would know nothing about the man. dedue only ever talks about his relationships with his mother and sister, and how that shaped his interests and the way he prefers to connect with people even now -- especially now that it serves as a way to preserve their memories. his mother taught him to cook.

in his ideal life, Dedue gets to stay home and make sure the people he loves can come home to good food and warm clothes and beautiful things ... but that life was severed at the root, right at the time where gender and sexuality start becoming increasingly unavoidable; there will always be the question of who Dedue would have been in that other, peaceful world, and it will never be answered

headcanon -- at fourteen Dedue was just starting to run into the mounting pressure to join his father as a blacksmith, and, correspondingly, running into his instinctive reluctance/resistance to do so. at the time Dedue didn't yet understand why, and couldn't verbalize what was wrong, and his dad is -- was -- even quieter by nature than Dedue, so it remained this unspoken but increasing tension. sooner or later it would have had to break, and they might have had a fight about it or it might have resolved more quietly; Dedue knows -- he thinks he's certain -- that his dad loved him, and that ultimately that would have mattered more than having A Son™ ...

... but he'll never get to know.

maybe in that other world he would have grown into a woman. maybe, with a version of masculinity he didn't find abhorrent, he could still have been a man. maybe he would have settled between, or to the side, or never been asked to define himself in that way at all.

but in the world-that-is, the world of the Tragedy, where he's the last surviving Molinaro and right hand to the crown prince of Faerghus, he's not exactly given time or space to think about his gender. in the aftermath, embedded in the heart of Faerghan power, still very much a grieving, terrified child, his preferred presentation is "whatever's safest," and he's trying his hardest not to have an identity at all. he's submerged in Faerghan masculinity -- in the standards of Faerghan masculinity applied to its nobles -- which is inextricable from Knighthood™ and which prizes violence, and that is absolutely not helping. it's hard to make any concrete statements about the version of masculinity Dedue was raised with, but I think it's safe to say it was very different. and Faerghan manhood is absolutely not something Dedue aspires to.

and that state of affairs holds until the timeskip, where he gets five years to finally reconnect with other Duscur people, other survivors, out of Dimitri's shadow and away from the constant crushing threat of Fódlan's nobility -- five years to reconstruct a sense of safety and a sense of self; to live as part of a community, in (relative) peace; to start thinking about who he wants to be, not just what.

& then ... ?

i think, if you asked him, and if he thought you were worth an honest answer, Dedue would say that he's not sure whether or not he's a man, but he did (does) want to be a wife.

in the world-that-is, rejecting manhood & claiming femininity is a private rejection of the world that assumes of him -- & thereby demands -- masculinity-as-violence, and stoicism, and sacrifice. it puts space between him and the outward-facing self he's constructed; it frees more space for the heart he keeps secret, separate and protected. the part of himself that is safe, and untouchable, and unassailably his own. it's a claim to the softness, warmth, and fragility that Faerghus denies not just him but everyone around him, that it refuses to acknowledge is necessary or absent. it asserts that he is not expendable; his duty is not to inflict and endure violence; he can be beautiful, and precious, and worthy and deserving of protection

i don't think he'd ever be 'out' to more than a handful of people -- his partner(s), his absolute closest friends. Maybe more amongst the people who saved him, but not many. Not so much out of fear or repression -- Dedue is just a private person by nature, which is unfortunate, given that he's found himself in an extremely public position. He prides himself on being a cipher to strangers (check his B-support with Sylvain); he prefers to keep very tight control over who knows anything personal about him, especially given how much of his life is in the public eye. He sure as hell does not want a whole continent's worth of people feeling entitled to an explanation of his gender which most of them won't get anyway. Knowing things about Dedue is a privilege and it is not one he grants lightly.

To whatever extent she's a woman -- i don't think she could define it herself; self-knowledge is not one of Dedue's strong suits -- it's reserved for the few people she feels truly safe with

[violetlunette]

OH! Oh! I was just listening to the Labyrinth ost and got another AU(ish) idea! When Silver was a baby, and Lilia first found him, Malleus was super jealous that he had to share Lilia’s attention. One day, while watching the baby as Lilia went to chop wood or something, Malleus tells Silver the tale of the Goblin King, not realizing that reciting his tale summons him. Malleus then makes an ill-thought comment that he wishes the goblin king would take Silver away, so he can have Lilia to himself again. And low and behold, David Bowie does just that. (What he plans to do with the babe, I’ll leave to your angsty minds. Does he plan to eat him? Make him an heir? Steal his body? Raise him as a love? Your pick.) Malleus—having a conscience regrets his words and finds Lilia. Together they go to the Labryth and navigate it to save Silver. The hitch? They both lose their magic there, and their fae abilities are toned down to the level of a human, so they have a hard time. After many traps and tricks, they make it to the goblin city. While Lilia handles the army, Malleus faces Jareth and saves baby Silver, who crawls into his arms. After Jareth’s defeat, the trio goes home, and slowly but surely, Malleus starts to fall in love with the little baby.

[lampadions-pickle]

-kicks legs giddily- i'm his vassallllllll

[solemnpancake]

As someone who knows nothing about Percy Jackson until I watched the show as a grown ass man with my best friend, easily the weirdest part was watching Percy and getting flashbacks to how I was as a 12 year old.

Just a lot of “Yeah, been there kid.” “He was just like me fr fr.” “I would be this confused too.” and “I would want to throw hands with the Gods Day One too.”

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[astyrra]

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