#virion cameo

[omgkalyppso]

19, 20, and 21 for the fire emblem asks please!

o(*￣︶￣*)o Thank you for the ask! adskfjhalkd You really picked The Hard Ones, it looks like.

19. Come up with an idea for a new FE game!

Hm. What story elements of these games do I like? asjdgfajsdhg

I want to play a dragon again, is that allowed? Oh, and a bit like Esc/aflowne. How about Fire Emblem: Ancient Knight?

We have a village of manaketes, dragons in the sky, humans on the ground, and maybe 6 characters introduced. The protagonist, two of his friends (red and green knight coded), his sister who is a queen or high priest or something, a short old man who is mostly there as exposition, and his uncle who is a red dragon so we know he's probably going to be evil.

It's the protagonist's birthday, twenty or a hundred, pick a fun coming of age for a manakete.

You can train with your friends ahead of a ceremony where you'll be granted a Special Dragonstone because of your association to your sister, you can explore the temple where tales of a great manakete of ages past defeated three great armies to protect your people. This manakete had some symbol associated with themself, and their powers of divination. They foretold that one day, some thousands of years from the time of their prophecy, that a dragon would have this same symbol upon their face at the time of their coming of age, and would spell the doom of their kind. The champion of the past often lamented that there was nothing they, themself could do to stop it, and so they spent all their many years bringing their people to prosperity.

Your sister confided in you that when your uncle was born that many suspected he would be the one to portend this fate, but it hadn't been so.

Your friends will ask if you're worried about it.

And well, you should be. You have your ceremony and this symbol either glows in the air or marks itself on your skin, and your uncle in an effort to save your people will try to take your life. Your sister will sacrifice herself to save you, pressing Her Dragonstone into you (mouth, open wound, magically into your chest? whatever we're comfortable with), and when you take a step, the earth around you falls away. You can hold your friends to you as you go, you watch your uncle dive into the blackness after you.

And then we're several thousand years in the past. Help the leader of some country make peace with the local manaketes while fighting off invaders, preparing for the armies you know will come / that you prophesize, realizing that you are the ancient knight, and that the greatest of your enemies will attempt to crush you with the aid of a red dragon.

One of the outposts you find is a volcanic, harsh territory, and here you recognize the shapes of the temple where you were once a boy. Where you will build your altar and rest your heart / Dragonstone after your passing, for yourself to find. Your people were never doomed, you have no idea what they're doing without you. Given the opportunity, would you go back? Who would these people, and generations of your kind have to look to, if not to you and the legends you're capable of.

At least one big failure because tails get embellished in history. You don't always know what the future will bring.

You can change your class, but only manaketes can see through the fog of war and maybe some other neat tricks.

20. Any ideas for crossovers or aus?

I still want something like an awakening sequel if I'm honest. With as few as possible character references or cameos. I just want to go back to Ylisse and Plegia and find out the future of the Taguel people!

That's not really an answer. Um. Fates AU where the time travelling trio have plot relevance.

21. Characters from different FE games you would like to see interact? How do you think it would go?

I'd like to see Panne interact with someone from a beast race whose people are thriving. I liked @recurringwriter putting Virion and Lorenz in the same orbit, they make good friends / rivals. I'd like Mustafa and Nader (and Seteth) to sit down for tea. I'd like Eir to meet a bunch of the three houses cast, I sometimes think of her x Lorenz.

[sothe]

I was fighting a certain boss in Tokyo Mirage Sessions and i was hanging on by the skin of my teeth and doing ok...

until the mother f*cker decided to use an almighty attack that murdered my whole party

Guess I’ll just grind until i’m like 5 lvls above him and then kick his ass 

[citsune13]

Some doodles from my D&D campaign. This is my sea elf artificer Virion! (He/him) as well as cameos from the rest of our party in the last image

[larkylabs]

the new oathbreaker chapter was SO GOOD. i went back and played everyone’s romance routes and my dudes they’re all fantastic im positively rolling. my faves atm are virion’s and argandea’s but lea’s is like //slam table// I RESPECT YOU. also: love the ascension cameo, ada reminds me of kassandra from ac:od, you’re doing hecking great

<3 <3 <3 Thank you so so much! I really enjoy making these cameos too! More people will be coming in future chapters. (Not just from Ascension!) ;) <3

[umbrahighpriestofgiratina]

Rude Awakening Epilogue

Well. This is it. The end. This fic has come a long way in three years and while I'm glad it's over I'm gonna miss it. But! I'll save further thoughts for after the main attraction - though thank @veniasilente for one of the many, many foreshadow-y cameos:

Epilogue: New Game +

Hoopa looked over the survivors he had rescued, scrutinizing them carefully, before extending one of his massive hands to one. "Gimmie. I know you stole it from me." The man yelped and produced a gold crown, which zoomed telekinetically into Hoopa's hand. Hoopa cackled and turned to Palkia. "They're all good to go!" "Alright," said Palkia. "We're going to need to educate them on what the Pokemon world is like. Show them a few moves. Maybe teach them that the local wildlife is under divine contract not to murder them on sight and in reality would rather be friends." "Okay!" Hoopa turned to the crowd. "Alright folks! Lessons with professor Hoopa start now!" Palkia chuckled and moved on. ----------- Morgan was concentrating on her dragonstone as Panne watched. She grimaced and concentrated until it finally glowed and... ...An Axew stood in Morgan's place. "Huh? How come I'm so small? I don't even have any wings!" "It's because of the influence of this world," said Dialga, approaching. "For the most part only humans and Pokemon exist." "I do not wish to be a manspawn then," said Panne. "Make me one of those Pokemon." Dialga paused, then turned around and spoke into a portal. A small, pink, bespectacled creature emerged from it, looking around. "Alright, Dialga," said the Mew. "Who needs a species fixer-upper?" "There, Bartelby," Dialga said, pointing a hoof toward Panne. Bartelby waved one of his tiny pink paws and in an instant Panne was a small, blue, pointy rabbit-like creature. "Hmmm." said Panne. "Small but comfortable. I think I like this." "You're faring better than I am!" said Morgan, changing back to human soon after. Dialga chuckled. "Don't worry Morgan. You'll be able to make your new dragon form reach stronger and stronger stages. Same with Panne's new form." "Really?" said Morgan. "That's so cool!" "That would be useful, yes," said Panne. Dialga thought a bit. "Though first... we're going to have to find you two new homes." He glanced over at Virion and Libra, who were bickering over a platter of biscuits. "...And them too I suppose." --------- At a facility on the outskirts of Goldenrod City a man with brown hair and a teal shirt was tending to Nidoran, several Nidoran, and a few Nidorina and Nidorino to boot. It was then a human Dialga approached, holding Panne. "Excuse me... Doctor Machali?" The man looked up. "Yes?" "Hello. Quentin here. I believe I've approached the PEFE before." "Oh! Yes. Lovely to see you again Quentin. What is it?" "Well, you specialize in the Nidoran line and..." he held up Panne. "I'd like you to take care of this very special Nido before she gets passed along to a Trainer I have in mind." "Oh! Oh, certainly. Come here, little girl..." He took Panne carefully into his arms. Panne squirmed a bit, but eventually settled down. She looked Dialga in the eye. Dialga smiled, carefully petting the Nidoran that were surrounding him, and gave a thumbs up. Panne smiled back. ------------ In Lumiose City, Libra and Virion were sitting in a Gogoat-pulled trolley, enjoying the view. "This new world is amazing Libra!" said Virion. "So many sights to see, so many people to meet, so many hair care products..." "Mhm," said Libra, looking around. "What's wrong?" said Virion. "I don't really care about any of that. At least not in and of itself." "Why not?" Libra smiled. "I care about sharing it with you." "Wait, reall-" Virion was interrupted by Libra kissing him. Startled, he soon kissed back. ------------ Dialga, Palkia, and Morgan - all in human form - approached a lavish mansion, and knocked at the door. The door opened to reveal a man, woman, and young girl. "Mr. and Mrs. Hale?" said Dialga. "Yes, Mr. Quentin, Mrs. Valentina?" said Mr. Hale. "How are you all doing?" said Palkia. "Good, good," said Mr. Hale. "Especially after the Unown situation you helped stop." "Is this the girl you called about?" said Mrs. Hale, looking at Morgan. "Yep!" said Palkia. "This is Morgan." "Hi!" said Morgan. "I promise I won't break anything. Within the first day anyway." Mrs. Hale chuckled. "Molly? Meet your new big sister." The girl's expression changed from one of curiosity to one of pure joy. She immediately ran up and hugged Morgan. "Big sis, big sis!" she said. "Good to have you too," said Morgan. She then felt something tugging at her leg and looked down to see a Jangmo-O. She picked it up and cuddled it as Dialga and Palkia stared. "Oh! That little girl followed me everywhere on a recent trip to Alola, so I brought her home," said Mr. Hale. "She seems to like you Morgan!" The Jangmo-o purred as Morgan pet her. It was then Dialga noticed a familiar mark on the Jangmo-o's head and remembered Naga's words. "I am not the first Naga... There have been others before me... The role and memories are passed down from one incarnation to the next." Despite the weight of her words Dialga couldn't help but smile. He then looked over to Palkia, who was deep in thought. "Something the matter sister?" "It's just... I'm thinking about Robin," said Palkia. "I gave his last vestige some of my power,in hopes he'd escape. She looked up into the sky and smiled. "And... I feel like he has! He's out there somewhere, I know it!" ------------ At a table, six people were conversing, talking and laughing happily, except one, a young man with white hair. "Something wrong Robin?" asked a girl with teal hair. "It's nothing wrong," said Robin. "I was thinking of a dream I had. A hopeful dream." "Like what?" said a man in a hat and coat. "About someone who helped me... Long ago. Helped me survive long enough to get here." "That's pretty nice, yeah," said a teal-haired boy. "Yeah, we're glad you're here, Robin," said a girl in white. "You've made yourself quite at home," said a girl in red. "Thank you." said Robin. He looked up to the sky. "And thank you... Valentina Palkia." THE END *** Holy cow. The process for this fic has been amazing, even with some roadblocks (the year-long delay much) and it's been wonderful sharing it with you all. I know I got more response some places than others but all the response I've actually gotten was incredible, and this is hugely significant in being the first chapterfic I've actually finished. Thank you, all of you,  for the feedback and likes and follows and everything, and I'm looking forward to sharing more of Heroes After All and my future projects... Though expect some trivia for this fic down the line.

[openthepocketwatch]

3 or 15 for Evelyn!!

15. a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while

A piece of parchment in a Lavellan aravel. It was once tied with twine and tightly furled but now is almost flat. There is charcoal and soot on the edges of the paper, seemingly from the hands of the reader.

Evelyn,            Think of my surprise when I arrive in Starkhaven and the first name I hear from off a noble’s lips is yours. It seems you now have a reputation. After you and Virion’s last campaign, the smithy social circles seem to have talked quite a bit about your work. And from what I know about smithy social circles, it seems good. I don’t want you being too smug, but there was an offer from one of the nobles Virion visited. Virion is sure it means good things for the clan. I’ll be keeping an eye out, like usual. Clan Lavellan doesn’t need too much attention on it. But if we had to get attention for something, I’m glad it was your skills at making beautiful and entirely too deadly weapons.                 I’m sure you’ve already gotten it out of the Keeper, that I’m headed off to Sundermount. Istimaethoriel wants to take advantage of our relation with Sabrae, and…. I know, I know. You hate when I’ve been gone this long. I’ll try my best to get back before Harvestmere. I can hear you now, you’re protesting that I always say that, but this time it’s true. I haven’t seen you in far too long, lethallin.                I’m doing well. Virion sends his love. I can only image how mad you are to be cooped up at camp while we’re away. I’ll make up for it when we’re back. You know I’ll only hiking with you now under the most dire of circumstances, but getting you away from the forge is one of them.               I know Virion’s only supposed to pass on ‘official correspondence,’ but frankly, I don’t give a damn. I hope you like my gift. I found it in one of the smithys, one who spoke highly of you. A bit of adamantum, he said. All I knew is that it would be perfect for you.             Stay safe, lethallin, and hang on. Talen