#support: hubert

[higaneion]

“𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑨”

A scholar of the fiery magicks, explosive such as Bolganone——he applauded it, recalled it and familiarized himself with the scholarly, earnest nature of such a demeanor. Sincerity bled, her sacrifice his greatest boon, lest he have perished in the thralls of a divinity seeking his tainted soul. Unto her, he silently avered his greatest thanks——commended her efforts, her selflessness. 

“You have my sincerest thanks in light of our return.” A hand crossing the sternum, a nod bolstered spoken words. “Being that we share an allyship under our red banner, do feel liberated to speak. Your magicks, I applaud them.”

It is late at night. The immediate trip back to the monastery was a long one, made longer by everyone's sleepy states, but it was best if they made their leave sooner rather than later. They had long overstayed their welcome.

After the group manages to move a good distance away from the village, they take camp to rest for a few hours. Lilina parts from the majority and does not expect to be approached so suddenly.

Hubert's voice is like a wisp in the night—eerie and mysterious, but intriguing enough to follow its traces. Lady Ostia. Yes, she was representing her country and yet her performance yielded very little to be proud of.

"My...?" She mirrors him, hand placed across her chest, almost in disbelief. Of course, she worked to grow her abilities and become stronger, but the past trip, she had reached some plateau she feared. In comparison to her peers, she felt as if she was being left behind, she couldn't even be strong enough to deal real damage to their foe.

It would be rude of her to not answer though, much more to deny a compliment from others. From the bottom of her heart though, she does appreciate it, especially hearing it from someone much more skilled than her.

"Thank you, Hubert. I... have a long way to go still, but I hope that we may cross paths again as better versions of ourselves in the future."

[aegisshielded]

two emo boys does not equal one babygirl || Hubert & Felix

As the most successful scammers of the group, “Marth” and “Roy” are your biggest targets. A chance encounter in a large town brings you face to face with the two, but things turn complicated when a crowd forms in support of the imposters. A gaggle of fans proudly support these “down-to-earth princes”, viciously defending them against your supposed slander. Try as you might, just one sensuous “babygirl” from Marth is enough to rally the crowd against you. The puffed-up “Roy” goes as far as to say they are undefeatable in their strength and purity of heart… but can they prove it? [Grants Sword +1]

Of all the people to get paired up with for this stupid mission… 

While Felix, himself, tends to be the brooding quiet member of the Blue Lions students, he could never hold a flame to Hubert’s own dark, doom, and gloom aura. Perhaps it is the piercing eyes that seem to see through your skin and straight to your soul. Perhaps it is the fact that Hubert hardly ever looks pleased to see anyone do anything but meet misfortune (at least, as far as Felix is concerned). Regardless, being around the guy simply gives Felix the heebie-jeebies, and now he has to ignore it for the sake of getting a job done. 

Now tasked with tracking down and dealing with the latest criminal attempt at garnering fame and recognition through lies and deceit, the two dour boys make their way into town where it seems the enemy is going to make it easy for them. Already, a crowd of naive townfolk is gathering to grovel at the feet of what would appear to be—at least, to anyone who hadn’t bothered to read any kind of history book—Marth and Roy. Both royal men also happen to be members of the Blue Lions house, and these two imposters are not them, not by a long shot. 

Felix is ready to heave up his lunch as “Marth” winked at the crowd of swooning men and women, earning an outcry of pleas to wed them and quickly. With a scoff, Felix pushes his way into the crowd and points at the imposters just as “Marth” is calling someone “babygirl.” Eugh.

“Haven’t you got any shame? How the hell is anyone supposed to believe you two fools in dress-up are the real deal?” 

Immediately, the crowd is against him and Felix is met with angry faces shouting profanity at him for even suggesting anything of the sort. “Roy” speaks up above the angry voices, proclaiming that the two princes are undefeatable in their strength and purity of heart. Felix rolls his eyes, only to be met with more protesting from the fans in the crowd. With a huff of frustration, Felix narrows his eyes towards Hubert as though to say, “Do something already!”

@crimsonvassalage

[crows-of-buckets]

I find it so funny when people talk about "Hubert is some heartless monster who only cares about Edelgard". Like congrats man!!! You fell for his ruse!!! He fucking Got you!! That's what he wants you to think!!!

[aashiyancha]

March of Flowers Day 4: Dandelions

Featuring Ferdinand and Hubert!

[remosss]

my piece for @hubertlovezine! leftovers are open now c:

[vapidlemon]

tried coffee for the first time today... i was too weak...

[mightilapia]

I read a really good fic over a week ago and my brain has been infested with ferdibert ever since. It’s this one btw I highly recommend https://archiveofourown.org/works/51354421/chapters/129766378#workskin

[floofnwool]

In life, I aim to be as confident as Petra is in her A-support with Hubert

[inkperch]

Yknow what I wish had happened just. Just once. In any media related to three houses?

Edelgard is in danger, and Hubert slips and calls her El-

[duskofendflame]

"I do not have an answer, I wish I did. But I don't." Corrin yanks Yato from the ground, quickly sheathing it again. Other than a momentary pause, his words and actions do not seem to have any effect on the villagers.

A shame, to say the least, that they did not seem willing to listen to any sort of reason. If they wanted to argue on forevermore, then he wouldn't just stand by as some figure they could turn to every once in a while when they wanted a quick word of advice only to go back to arguing.

It was probably best to just leave for now. He could not take a second more of this.

If he had been able to, he would have provided the blessing of water to both villages, had he been a little stronger. But he did not bear half of the power than Valla's former king had.

No matter how badly he wished, Corrin did not have the answers. He was not able to help, and that fact alone broke his heart.

[end?]

Mister Clean Was My Father. Call Me Clean.

Authority +1

[tiabwwtws-art]

Today I slept and stared at the wall and drew these. Goodnight

[wild-moss-art]

An illustration for @alienducky from a part of The Boundaries of Magic, a fic by @nerdnag !

[cheatzapizza]

something about hubernie

[verdantsunflower]

🎄 - The Golden Deer reminds him of his younger sibling in a way, so, like he has done with them in the past when it comes to mistletoe, Hubert's hands reach upwards to hesitantly ruffle his hair. "Happy Holidays. Lugh."

Oh! Lugh didn’t even realize he was under the fabled foliage of the holidays, meant to spread love to any who dared to end up beneath it… Mistletoe.

He’d only had passing interactions with Hubert (who kinda scared him, actually), but his hair being ruffled made him laugh, giving the raven-haired retainer a smile.

“Thanks, mister Hubert! Happy holidays to you, too!”

[randomnameless]

Outside Byleth, who do you think the Three House Leaders would naturally pair with instead in-canon assuming all recruits are allowed? And which ships would you prefer for them if you were in control and could change the writing a little?

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Pair as in "ship romantically" or hang out with and spend a lot of time?

Hubert already exists, even if his presence must be erased for "alone b4u" shenanigans, but I suppose that Supreme Leader might be spend a lot of time around Doro, given how she's a prime "commoner who raised above her stations thanks to her talents" token and they really seem to get along, as much as Supreme Leader can get along with people.

If the writing could change, I'd still pick Doro and have her accept that even if she might realise Supreme Leader's war is not so super awesome for everyone involved and the orphans Doro might relate to, she finally found someone she would support until the very end and is sure of her feelings, regardless of Supreme Leader's status. Sure it'd mean non-recruitable Doro, but I think it'd give her closure in some way, as in instead of trying to find a rich dude to care for her until her old days, she prefers to trust Supreme Leader, regardless of what future has in store, even if she grows old and loses her talents.

Claude is, by design, supposed to be closed off thanks to his secret, but the devs are really pushing (even in Nopes!) the idea that he and Hilda might be a thing... Dark humour would be of them having grand plans for the future and talking about warming the Almyran-Goneril relationships - while being served by captured Almyran children because none of them seem to give any fucks about those kids and it'd be a perfect "I think of the people and the future as a concept, but ignore them in my everyday life" cycle to close the Supreme Leader parallel -

In an ideal world where Claude could grow, I'd still pick Hilda and have them face, together, their own prejudices and bias and grow as persons.

As for Dimitri, tbh I don't really have a pick for a "romantic" pair - Nopes already delivered on the "be surrounded by his friends and allies and let them in even if it's small baby steps".

If I had to pick a ship though, both games push hard the "Dedue/Dimitri" ship and I really have no imagination, but I really dig the "Flayn has a one sided crush on him" thing lol, both because she loves romance but also because she could confuse her feelings of wanting to help him - since he might remind her of Seiros and we know how that ended, something Flayn is apparently aware of! - with romance.

FWIW though, in the "ship but not in romantic way", I'd tweak the writing team's arm to have him talk - on-screen - to Rhea, with either them playing an endless loop of "how are you - no you how are you" to avoid talking about themselves, or have Rhea, knowing fully well what Dimitri might be feeling, trying to encourage him to do everything she didn't do back then (but that'd imply giving more than infodumps and ominous lines to Rhea, so at this point, it'd be a straight up rewrite of the plot lol) while Dimitri sort of guesses Archbishop Rhea isn't a "mere" Archbishop but ultimately doesn't mind.

[crimsonretainer]

@encantresse cont. From here

THE THOUGHTS ECHOING IN HIS HEAD are utterly confusing for someone that who tries his hardest to suppress any semblance of emotion to distract him from his tasks. Yet... it's not entirely unpleasant if he were to admit it to himself, Dorothea's presence is... warm, he's heard her described as a beacon in the dark before and yet it's only in the moment that he can understand why students so eagerly flock to her like moths to a flame.

The fleeting look of betrayal in her eyes before the gaze is drawn upwards is more potent than any knife will claim to be. Fuelling the dark ire that his magic feeds upon and promising an almost stern visit to the opera in search of whomever has made it almost familiar to her. He's thinking almost irrationally, and yet Hubert grips to reign in the dark magic curling in his fingers.

He can't put the mask back up before she's talking, offering only the barest hint of a smile to the woman he's trusted with more and more secrets of late. "Perhaps... unless you intend for Bernadetta to faint on the spot." The tone is teasing in a way that's uncommon outside the coffee mornings where he knows no one is liable to wander in, except here, and now they're standing in the middle of a classroom without any way to disguise the conversation.

He's become more observant now, to the way her eyes have a light to them, he's clearly ignored in the past, the way that mischievous smile seems all the more fitting that the fake smiles he's seen her wear in front of boys he's always considered to be rude for approaching and disturbing so suddenly. "Enticing isn't it?" The smirk on his features is natural looking, relaxed as he willingly lets the mask hang from his features rather than allow the walls to shoot back up. "Careful now, wouldn't want people to think the mistletoe has somehow managed to swap our personalities..."

The hand lightly holding her cheek is dropping away as they step apart, and yet, it seems for the first time he's looking at her rather than through her, something has changed fundamentally, and it's become scary in a way with how fast the currents of his thought shift, like someone has begun to dam a torrential river within him. "Never happened is for the best, yes." At least until he can figure out this puzzling change. That lean is dangerous, but only for the reason it shows a side to the songstress he has clearly failed to account for. "Hmm... You do realise, Dorothea, that to bring up the fact I was blushing is to incriminate yourself as the cause." A completely playful barb, a side of him that etiquette lessons have failed to smother completely.

Ah, that wink, it sends his thoughts spiralling once more, and unlike the last time it seems he too has been dragged away with the current as he reaches upwards to pull the enchanted mistletoe down. The sleeves pulled back reveal the trademark of magically overexertion as he burns away the enchantment he'd tried to subtly nullify before she reached him, calling out just loud enough to hear.

"Tomorrow at Eight, of course, 'Thea..."