Frederick the Great Knight @great-knight-frederick-blog - Tumblr Blog

hamstr

i missed these dorks terribly

blundersfromchrom

camillas-bouncy-boobies

Hey! Who said Olivia is the only one Inigo/Laslow got his shyness of dancing from?

gradevus

more modern fire emblem

policeman!frederick <33

(husband looks best in uniform)

notzilon

same, actually

sullythecrimsoncavalier

Me too, Henry…me too

wisteryas

thanks fred

ilmir

sullythecrimsoncavalier

Alas for you

((OoC: This… I like this…))

ill-fated-taciturn

//OOC: should be pretty self explanatory.

archivedbyheaven

Dear People I have Threads with;

reginalucem-archive

Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you.

lizardxlizard

tfw when you soft reset the timeline and get a shiny dad

( @fishpuppies game broke and shiny chrom appeared??)

42wv

husbando sketches :9

grinserabe

I can explain

scotsomighty

Frederick teaching Robin how to play the piano?

Frederick walked down the empty corridors of the castle, hands behind his back and head high and poised. The halls were quite beside his heavy footsteps and the shuffle and clank of his armor around his body. He was on his way to check on the stables when he heard a pleasant sound ring from out of one of the rooms ahead of him. This brought his steps to a brief stop before walking on ahead, but now toward the room. Three rooms down a door was cracked open. As he got nearer, he slowed so that each step made less noise, and listened closely. Some more notes rang out, some short and some held longer, almost experimental. Frederick stopped at the door and silently pushed it open, peering in to see none other than Robin playing with the large and beautifully polished grand piano. He held some books with him as he leaned over the instrument sitting in the wide parlor. He was hesitant with each touch, his fingers gliding over the white and black keys with curiosity. Frederick stood at the door to watch before speaking up. “Interested in Milord grand piano, are you Robin?” Robin jumped at the sound of his voice and backed away from the instrument. “A-ah! Frederick I didn’t see you there.” Robin mumbled. “I meant you no harm,” Frederick approached, taking a seat at the bench. “It’s due for a tuning.”Robin watched as Frederick then lifted his fingers to the keys and played a short scale. “Frederick, I had no idea you could play!” He gaspedFrederick chuckled. “Only in moderation. My skill is but humble among true musicians.” “Still it’s nothing to sneeze at. Did you learn as a child?” As Robin spoke he sat beside him, watching admirably. “Unfortunately no. We had no instruments at the house, and most of my time was spent toward training alongside my father.” Frederick pressed the keys again, a simple tune that was upbeat and in three. “Wow, even since then?” Robin laughed. “Actually, that’s not surprising.” “With enough dexterity and a good ear, it can be quite simple.” Frederick looked to Robin, gesturing to the keys they sat before. “Would you like to learn some?” “What?” Robin stood from the bench, taking his books and holding them to his chest again. “N-no that’s fine, really, I didn’t mean to steal you from your duties. I just looked in here for a book and got distracted.” Frederick watched as Robin grew flustered, drawing his hands away from the keys. “If you so insist. I was but on my way to check on the horses. If I am not there, Sumia will likely be. Ah, but this will need to be tuned anyhow, how undignified will it be for Milord’s piano to be left un-tuned.” Robin shifted weight from one foot to the other. As much as he didn’t wish to bother him, the chance to learn from the knight in something other than war was too good to pass up. “…Well, if it needs to be tuned, might as well try it out, right?” As Robin came to sit back down he put his book to the side and watched Frederick’s hands with interest. Frederick went through the steps of how to hold his hands out, fingers hovering tentatively over the keys, how the black keys were the half notes and the white were whole notes with the few exceptions of B and C, and E and F, and how to find each note. As the short lesson went on Robin relaxed more, as did Frederick, and Robin chuckled as a sweet tune was played by the knight. “If not as a child, when did you learn?” Robin asked, following clumsily along with Frederick pressing similar keys in the same pattern. “Lady Emmeryn would play for the Milord and Milady as children. I thought it a valuable skill if she found herself too busy or, gods forbid, struck ill.” “Did you even play for them?” Robin asked, smiling at the thought of baby-Chrom sitting still enough to listen. “Plenty a time.” Frederick nodded, glancing over to Robins hands as he accidental fumbled a simple chord and adjusted his fingers. “Lady Lissa would request it. I was happy to oblige.” Robin laughed again, this time Frederick glancing over, curiously. “I can just imagine it. Little Chrom and Lissa dancing around and all. But that was some time ago, Frederick. Does anyone even know you still play?” “A piano is not something one brings along for camp, Robin.” Frederick withdrew his hands, Robin following suit. “I suppose they don’t, but I believe that even if they did, it would mean little.” Robin smiled at him, the idea of the camp huddled around Frederick playing or dancing along to his music, before clearing his throat and standing again, picking up his book. “Well, this was fun, but I mustn’t keep you. Maybe we can have a second small session another time?” Frederick chuckled. “I’d be happy to.” He nodded. “If you find yourself outside at all, do inform Sumia that I will be here if she needs me.” “Oh, yeah sure.” Robin mused, watching Frederick stand and head to a small cabinet where he withdrew odd tools Robin has never seen. Whilst leaving Robin grinned to himself, straggling a way to convince Frederick to play a small concert along with Cordelia and perhaps Stahl. It would be great for the Shepherds to hear him, maybe get him to start playing more. Maybe Robin could use the moral card..