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[dantelionwishes]

OKAY BUT I JUST GOOGLE TRESE AND IT LOOKS SO COOL??? AND IT'S ON NETFLIX?? HOLY FUCK

-silently adds to my ever growing watch later list-

ALLOW ME TO SHOW U SOMETHING EVEN COOLER:

on the boards: "SIYUDAD NAMIN ITO," "LAYAS"

translation: "THIS IS OUR CITY, "GO AWAY"

these are REAL billboards in the philippines, and they weren't...........vandalized before

.......they're afraid of her.

[fixing-bad-posts]

this blog is very good thank you

thank you! i hope to please, and charm :P

[indigowallbreaker]

since the dimivain brainrot is very real:

can i get kiss prompt 9 with dimivain please?

thank you!! :)

(the brianrot is real indeed. here’s hoping this can satiate the rot for now)

9. “War’s End” kiss

Sylvain knew what is was like to have to kill your own sibling. No matter how angry you are with them, no matter what they did-- killing family leaves a hole in your chest where something can no longer be. Even if it wasn’t there to begin with.

That’s why Sylvain lingered just outside the throne room doors. The other Lions were taking care of the remaining Beats lurking though the adjoining castle courtyards. Seteth and the Knights of Seiros had left to search for Lady Rhea. Outside, the rest of the Kingdom army had their hands full securing Enbarr. 

Everything was under control-- Sylvain could afford to stand and wait. To worry. To remember facing his own sibling-turned-monster.

The door opened. Sylvain straightened his shoulders and tried to read Dimitri as he and Byleth stepped out. Who did Sylvain need to be right now? Did Dimitri need Joking Sylvain to lighten the mood, or Big Brother Sylvain to throw an arm around his shoulders and get him away from everyone for a moment? Or-- Sylvain thought miserably as he spotted Byleth tugging Dimitri along by the hand-- did he just need Sylvain to leave and spread the news?

He still hadn’t determined an answer when Dimitri stopped before him. “Well?” Sylvain prompted, as if he didn’t recognize that look in Dimitri’s eyes.

“It is done,” Dimitri said. He looked to Byleth, who nodded and let go, walking onward towards their allies. Those nearby took notice and began to cheer. Sylvain watched with some amusement as Felix all but sagged against a nearby wall and Ingrid let out a half hysterical laugh and buried her face in her pegasus’ neck.

“Sylvain.”

He turned back to Dimitri. There was blood on his shoulder, Sylvain realized now, and he had dropped Areadbhar to the floor. “There is something I vowed to do once the war was won,” Dimitri continued. “It hardly seems the time but, if I don’t do it now, I fear I will lose my courage.”

Good. Some solid direction. Sylvain flashed a smile. “Sounds like you better get it done, then. How can I help?”

Dimitri peered at Sylvain through blond bangs. All the cries of celebration around them and yet Dimitri looked at Sylvain with such focus. Determination, even. As if fighting against some instinct. 

A gauntleted hand rose to cup Sylvain’s cheek. “You can hold still.” In one swift motion, Dimitri leaned forward and kissed Sylvain.

In all Sylvain’s wildest fantasy, he had never once conceived of this kiss happening outside the Enbarr palace throne room. He felt Dimitri relax as Sylvain kissed back, pressing closer and covering Dimitri’s hand with his own.

Then he took hold of that hand and pulled it off. Sylvain had been greedy enough. “We can’t do this. You can’t do this.”

Dimitri tugged his hand away and tilted Sylvain’s chin up. Distantly, Sylvain wondered if anyone had noticed them yet. Dimitri was right-- now had definitely not been the time for this. The king needed to be seen among the troops and assure everyone the war was indeed over. 

Instead, Dimitri’s face softened in observation as if he had all the time in the world to spend with Sylvain. “Why not?” Dimitri asked at last.

“Because--”

First, Sylvain thought of heirs. But no one was more aware of Dimitri’s royalty than Dimitri, so either he had a work around Sylvain didn’t know about or he planned to go into this situation heart first and hope tradition moved with him.

Second, Sylvain thought of Byleth. The two had grown close in a way Sylvain couldn’t quantify. And yet-- Byleth had left at Dimitri’s behest just a moment ago. They weren’t the one with Dimitri’s full attention. 

Third, Sylvain thought of the one thing that always got in the way of his happiness.

“Because it’s me,” Sylvain finished. “You know what I’m like. How could you--”

“Yes, I do.” Dimitri was close enough that their noses brushed. “I know you, Sylvain. And I hope to know you for the rest of my life, if that is acceptable.”

Sylvain swallowed. He did know, didn’t he? Few were as well informed on Sylvain as Dimitri. Everything Dimitri had seen from Sylvain over a lifetime of friendship-- and he was still speaking so sweetly, here, at the end of the longest road they had ever walked together.

Now Dimitri brought up his other hand, holding Sylvain’s face carefully, pinky finger skating against Sylvain’s neck. “Whatever you think, I have done what I swore to myself I would do. The next move is yours.”  

He brushed his lips to Sylvain’s, slid his hands down to rest briefly on Sylvain’s shoulders, then Dimitri stepped away entirely. Sylvain watched him leave to join with the army still celebrating beyond their corridor. Those people probably needed Energetic Sylvain to rejoice with, or possibly “I have about 2 Heals left” Sylvain.

As soon as Dimitri rounded the corner, Sylvain leaned back against the wall and touched the spot where Dimitri’s hand had been just moments ago. Perhaps there was someone who could handle all sides of Sylvain. 

Perhaps there always had been.

(Kiss prompts!)

[tuinendraws]

aaa hello! i just realised that you're the one that drew the comic with hilda in the blue lions, i remember seeing it on reddit and laughing my ass off i swear.. anyway, i love your art, keep it up!

Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it!

(Also, I had no idea that comic ended up on Reddit. I guess it’s time to start considering making an account there.) 

[eerna]

Hi! Just wanted to say that I love your blog and your grishaverse posts, keep it up!! :)

Aaawww thank you!!! Have a nice day~

[umbralstars]

E and K for the fanfic asks?

E: Who is your OTP?

We have to go for a few fandoms here and I'll only do what I have written before (nothing necessarily published), and stick to video games rn:

FE12: KrisMarth (I have a mighty need to one day elaborate on this)

FE:A: Chrobin (I literally homebrewed my 3DS just so I could have m!Chrobin rights, do I even need to explain?)

FE:Fates: Azurrin and Corriander(?) (Not for everyone I know, but the ships spark joy for me. Also Corriander is a bit weird cause that one very specifically revolves around my MU Remi and Xander not Corrin. But neither ship is really canon at all to the AU I'm writing and are just angles I like writing for one shots- ok I'm gonna stop cause I could go on for awhile)

FE3H: Claudeleth, Dimileth, and Yurileth (also squish them all together)

FE Heroes: Kiralfonse (EDIT: I literally forgot them what is wrong with me?! Anyways they're great, lights of my life honestly)

FF7: Sefikura

Pokémon: Isshushipping (mostly involving my Black Nuzlocke protag Naolin, but base Isshushipping sparks joy too), Originalshipping, Preciousmetalshipping

Ace Attorney: Narumitsu and Baroryuu

K: Angst or Happy?

Actually looking through it around 90% of my library is some variety of angst. I love writing angst because of just how cathartic it is, even if it's just hurt/comfort and not full on angsty Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

A good happy comfort fic is sometimes what I need, but I feel so much freer when I allow myself to explore the unhappy side of life in a safe fictional setting. Character injury or death, arguments, moral quandaries, deep but painful conversations, plain old Big Sad is just so great to write for me.

This is probably not too surprising for anyone who's looked at my AO3 or have seen my wips. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of times I just want cute and fluffy but I do often prefer to read/daydream fluff more than write fluff. I don't know there's just something about angst that makes my brain gears spin. I even prefer hurt/comfort more than plain old fluff unless I'm in a very non-angst mood (or if say a long fic needs a happy breather chapter or scene cause angst burnout is real).

But yes. Happy? Good. Angst? Also good but I do prefer it.

[fellhellion]

hello hello! any tips for crimson flower? (i think the main golden rule i'm keeping in mind now is 'don't get too attached😢)

djfhdjf thats a good rule haha 

gameplay wise

- edelgard is a fucking TANK, don’t be scared to use her 

- do seteth and flayn’s paralogue but take their respective loot weapons for ferdinand and linhardt as they have the matching crests and flayn’s in particular is a godsend

- you can loot catherine’s Thunderbrand off her (i havent tried recruiting her then stealing it but i imagine it works just as well) in the final battle which is amazing cause it helps nuke the giant constructs on the left side. Also if you kill Annette first, Gilbert will abandon his post w a couple units to chase u but since hes heavy armour he’ll nuke a good third of his health trying to cross the fire areas which is AMAZING 

- if you head straight across up towards where mercedes is on the tailteen map and don’t take anyone right towards where sylvain is, you’ll avoid triggering rhea coming in early/that massive giant construct that pincer attacks u otherwise. Also killing mercedes/the mage up there if u recruited her is an early MUST otherwise you’ll just keep getting swarmed by pegasus backups

- lysithea is a GREAT recruit and if u cant get her before the TS u can spare her in the dedriu invasion

[kaotican]

LDR

[cottagecoregothic]

hi!! just wanted to say i loved 'whisper a prayer to the saints'! it was so good, well done!!

enjoy the follow <3

i’m so glad you liked it you wouldn’t believe how nervous i was posting it. i hope you know i screamed a little with joy when i saw this ask so thank you for this!!!

[anarkhebringer]

claudeleth for the ship bingo? 👀👀

I'm assuming you meant with Bylass here, which I'm not as keen on compared to with Bylad for the same reasons with Dimileth where the fandom tries to project some really iffy things onto it, not to mention the racist stereotypes people like to project onto them. They don't project as many bad stereotypes with gay Claudeleth from what I've seen which is...not fair at all.

[vadergf]

just heard about your mum, i'm so sorry :(

sending all the love, hugs and good vibes from the uk!

Thank you <3

[dantelionwishes]

she got caught :^(

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

[aurallyaddison]

fren shaped for the ask game :)

AUUUUUU thank you,,, yes we are friends

and im an alright problem solvwr you shouldn’t trust me with it though and aughhdhfhh thabk you

[indigowallbreaker]

hello! for the fluff prompts, can i have 'come on, get over here' for claudeleth please?

(Fyleth this time. I dunno if anyone else has explored this flavor of Claudeleth (post-blue lions) but now I’m super interested. thank you for your support catto!)

Rhea’s office wasn’t large-- Byleth had paced it long enough after becoming Archbishop to know that. It should have seemed even smaller with this many people in it. But Claude, at the opposite end of the meeting table, felt so far away it was almost unbearable. 

Byleth sat straight backed and impassioned face as various others looked over the trade agreement. Seteth was present, as well as King Dimitri; Dedue and Felix; King Claude, Hilda, and Nader; and two knights flanking the open door. An attendant nodded down at the paper and passed it to Dimitri. He read it, smiled, and dipped his quill to sign next to Claude’s signature. 

“There,” he declared, looking between Claude and Byleth. “Now merchants can trade freely between Fódlan and Almyra.”

Claude grinned and knocked a knuckle against the table. “One step closer to smashing the Locket.”

“Indeed.” Dimitri stood. “Another step closer to breaking other borders as well. Am I right in guessing there are many people who wish to hear this?”  

Seteth nodded as he stood up. “Yes. I think you will find a small crowd of very eager merchants outside, your Majesty.”

“Then let us not keep them waiting.”

Everyone got to their feet as Dimitri made for the door. Hilda stretched her arms above her head. “About time! That was exhausting.”

“We just sat and watched people read for an hour,” Felix pointed out gruffly. “How can you be tired?”

Had it only been an hour? To Byleth, it felt as if half a day had gone by since Claude --King Khalid, at the moment-- had walked into her office. Every stolen glance had made the ring she wore around her neck itch under her robes. As if it knew it was being concealed from its giver.

Felix and Hilda bickered as everyone, knights included, filed out. The last to leave was Nader, who aimed a wink over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. It would be some time before anyone else needed their official presence-- Nader and Hilda would make sure of that. Now Byleth looked to Claude.

His eyes were burning into her, every muscle tense, hand on his hip in a mockery of casualness. The footsteps outside were slow to fade and Byleth held his gaze as they both listened carefully.

The last footfall sounded. Then Byleth smirked and held out her arms. “Come on, get over here.”

The King of Almyra tackled her in a hug, causing Byleth to back-step in order to catch them both, laughing into his hair as his arms closed around her. Claude pressed a series of kisses from her check down her neck, a smile behind each one. Then he sighed and sagged against her. Byleth bore the weight effortlessly, inhaling his scent and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Hi,” Claude said after a long moment.

“Hey.”

“You look nice.”

“Thanks. You too.”

Claude leaned back to kiss her properly, making Byleth’s toes curl and heat rise in her face. “So. Now we know one year is too long.”

“Mmm.” Byleth kissed him again, hands sliding down his ornate vest and flicking the clasps without subtlety. “All your fault, of course.”

“I remember you canceling on me at least once.” Claude tugged at her intricately styled hair. “Or Seteth doing so for you. Cowardly, by the way.”

Byleth grabbed his wrist and pushed him back until his legs hit the table. She aimed another smirk up at him and said, in her best Almyran, “Are you calling me a coward?” 

His gulp was deafening and clearly visible this close. “Never,” he breathed. 

She released his wrists. “Good.”

“Can you do that again?”

“Do what?”

“Okay, yeah, how much time do we have?”

“A while yet. I told Seteth not to look for me.”

“And that’s twice he’s come up, which is two times too many.” Claude hooked a finger around the necklace chain and pulled the ring out to hang between them as Byleth dove in for another kiss. “Missed you,” he murmured. 

“Missed you, too.” 

With only kisses between them now, Byleth’s office felt just as cozy as it needed to be. 

(Send me a pair or group and a Soft Prompt!)

[deesynt]

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[monasterys]

CLAUDE / BYLETH ; PRIDECONS

demisexual claudeleth icons requested by @rainycatto like/reblog && credit if using!