Worldly Artist and Runaway Bride

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Sitri’s Masterpost

Which- is just a notion. Are you curious about her? Want to read about her? Or do you want to see how I’m desperately avoiding figuring out her battle stats and spells?

Now you can! It’s got everything I’m eventually going to post here and more, wahoo.

Right here :3

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I LOVE SELF SHIPPING GRAHHHH what draws you to Ignatz specifically? He’s so underrated so I’m glad to see him get some love! (I’m a Claude girly myself lol)

:D wowie...my first ever tumblr ask huhu, thank you so much!!! and with another claude enjoyer too (he's my second favorite!!! beloved golden deer students, how i adore them all) tbh...i'm not sure. i always liked him quite a bit, but when i decided to buckle down and finally beat hopes, i just started to love him more and more. his hopes design just kept growing on me and he's so delightful and adorable haha. he is very underrated! i think his character has a lot of potential if you read between the lines and maybe make a bit of assumptions.

above all his desire is probably my favorite aspect about him. sometimes it's too strong and he ends up a little stupid, like in hopes when lorenz is like 'why not be a knight who paints?' and he's like '??? you can do that???' (stewpid kjdfhkdhjf) also he's quite the charmer too. his supports with marianne are so like...suave? it kills me every time. and his s support with byleth.

if you'd like the funny answer my irls would chuckle at, there's a running joke about me always liking the green character. and. well.

and...as a final bonus point...i especially like a specific line of his when he defeats an enemy. 'i wasn't about to let you go' is such a cold ass line, esp the way he says it, it really overall encapsulates how feelings on fighting before and after the war, which i really enjoy seeing. before, during academy, he used to apologize when an enemy has been defeated :( now he's. not letting them leave.

thank you for the question nonna! please enjoy your claude :) and your time here! please don't hesitate to send anything else youd like (and to those who happen to read, the same goes for you too! yes! you!)

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lowkey this started as a joke with some friends ab how characters would be if they were...yandere's. i dont think sitri could do it but they didn't believe it could be ignatz until i kinda strongarmed them into believing it. hey! being a yandere isn't all murder murder kill kill bloodthirsty shit. sometimes it's slow and patient. maybe it's a bit more possessive. maybe your jackass house leader knows what the fuck You Are Doing and wants to see how far He Can Press. ...also i'm already out of finished timeskip pieces (that don't look like dogwater) wtf...

He was always kicking himself for not noticing. No- not noticing sooner. Of course, during their days at the academy, he never had the opportunity to really notice what had been hiding under his nose all this time. She skirted everyone, even that irritatingly charming, constantly pressing house leader of theirs, and even their ever patient, far too kind professor. And where was she, during their years together before the school had fallen? Maybe if he had known, he could've taken the chance to stay beside her, shield her from any prying eyes that made her recede into the dark corners of the library and the monastery. None of that matters now. What matters the most is that it's today. And while a war is always unpredictable, they never know who will come out of the next battle alive, or tucked under a white sheet stained red, the only crimson he wants to see is the red spilled from enemies by her hand, or his own.

A shame he can't collect it to use to paint the beautiful roses the gardens have...how lucky they are that amidst all the rubble, they've started to bloom. She's the prettiest floral of them all though, Ignatz notes. She sits so delicately and simply, knees and ankles pressed together, one arm gently pressed against the table top, nursing a scalloped cup full of freshly poured tea. He can see the way her saxon blue curls shift gently against her back, the grommets of her corset lacing catching against the early afternoon sun when she moves just barely. And the veil she always diligently wears...he's so grateful, during a moment of respite, he was finally able to refresh his blurred memory of her visage from their short time at the academy together. Ever so lucky that she wears it around others, only appearing before him when they meet during patches of silence and solitude, while he timidly sketches her form and her features as she dutifully studies, or poses so sweetly for him. Ignatz holds onto those sketches tightly, making sure to tuck them away before any classmate or ally might manage to sneak a glance. On his own time, he's certain he'll have the opportunity to paint her portrait, something so stunning it'd put the goddess to shame. She already does, he's found himself thinking shamefully, guilt prickling in his stomach. If she were to touch down right before him in the middle of those thoughts...he's sure he'd be stricken down. But he realizes, laying awake at night, staring at the ceilings of their tents, he'd keep his back straightened and eyes forward and repeat it to the goddess' face. 

For a moment, he finds himself daydreaming, and snaps out of it when he hears the gentle sound of his recent subject, a surprised and confused little noise. He watches her intently, charcoal stained fingertips wondering what it is, mind already racing. A leaf in her tea? A petal in her hair? She didn't burn herself, did she? No, when he watches her move again, dread settles deep in his core as he sees the familiar glint of gold and yellow, dark curls and those piercing green eyes. Always hiding something. Always scheming, and now was no different. He watches her arms lift, fingers delicately playing at the top of her veil, where it meets with her headband and his heart plummets down his torso, thunking into his lap. No- no, no, absolutely not, he finds himself whispering under his breath. Pad of papers and charcoal abandoned, the artist- the knight hurries to his feet in an instant. He's there before he realizes, calling out her name in a barely strained, somewhat level tone. Two pairs of eyes flick to him an instant, and he can see the brilliant amethyst despite them being muted by the dyed blue, neatly woven tulle.

"Ignatz, hey! Did you want to join us?" He says it so carefully, so smugly, like he knows why he marched over here. Ignatz instead slowly inhales through his nose, focusing his attention on his certainly soon to be beloved, who has since lowered her hands and kept them neatly folded in her lap. How desperately he wants to lace his own fingers between them...he can almost see a glimmering green stone neatly placed on a digit. The question is left hanging in the air, completely unanswered as he lowers his voice, leaning a bit closer. He can smell the flower in her hair, always fresh, always blue, the simple oil perfume she learned from Hilda. 

"I've finished that painting, Sitri," he calmly says, ignoring how Claude's eyes narrow, bore into him like the heat of the sun. All he can do is focus on her instead, watch as she lifts her head up at him to look at him past dark blue lashes, listen to her breath hitch up ever so softly as she realizes what he means. 

"...already?" she softly questions. "I thought you just started..."

 "Well...I suppose I was rather inspired. If you'd like to see how well it works for me, then...." he trails off, already knowing she'll have to fold. Certainly, anything to escape the constant prying of their house leader. He can see past the dark of her veil to see her lips quirk just barely into a frown, and it twists him up inside to know that he's the cause of it. One finger traces the ceramic of her glass and he can smell the spice of the tea- how did he figure out a favorite of hers so quickly? Did his constant press for information finally wear her down? No- no. He'll base it on luck, from his home, as it's the much more likely answer. He knows her best. He knows her the most, what little she's slipped to him. 

"My apologies, Claude. May we put a pin in it?" 

"No no- don't worry about it!" he grins, leaning back into his chair. Their house leader reclines without a care in the world, taking another sip of his tea as he grins over his cup at the two. A smile that doesn't reach his eyes- ugh. They never do, and Ignatz loathes it when they're focused on her. Always wanting. "It's good to see you spending time with everyone, Sitri."

 "Um..." she's shy now, turning away, and it burns a flame in Ignatz's chest. "...y...yes. I'm doing my best. Thank you for being patient, Claude." 

The artist offers a hand, and a soft smile when she takes his hand without hesitation. Before, when he would lead her off, she would grow too nervous and ball her fists into the full skirt always swaying just at her knees. And now, she grasps it without hesitation, allowing herself to barely be lifted to her feet. She simply waves to Claude while Ignatz barely even gives him another glance. ...barely.

 "Don't steal her for too long!" he jests, emerald shining with something he'll never be able to decipher. "Sharing is caring."

 He just forces out a strained half chuckle, and continues to lead her on her way. But his line stays echoing in his head, over and over, rattling, and it drives him insane. He squeezes at her hand just barely, careful not to hurt her, and she looks at him with her veil fluttering as they walk.

 "...Ignatz?" 

"...sorry. I'm just...really excited."

 "Are you? Then...I am too." 

Of course she is! Why wouldn't she be? He's excited to be with her, to be holding her hand, to be keeping her away from everyone who suddenly took an interest in her. The sooner the war is finished, the sooner he can spend so much of his time perfecting her picture. Goddess strike him down if need be, but he'd go against Sothis herself if it meant keeping what was rightfully meant for his eyes alone. Next time he'll be more careful- not letting anyone even contemplate the idea of asking her to remove her veil. It's a face meant for his eyes- his only! And he's certain she knows it, why she only removes it around him, hides away when others start to come close.

His own goddess- how he prayed for her to come down and interact with the people of Fodlan. Even luckier he is now, that he'll make sure she'll only answer his prayers.

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the thank you piece i made in turn for @eiennegautier for new years :3 thank you so much again :)

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well, i've finished my academy backlog, so...timeskip time! although looking back, i dont have a lot of regular TS...a lot of hopes stuff though. eh! oh well! to start, another comic!!! one of my earlier pieces, i started to lose steam very clearly after the first page haha. further yappatron 3000 under the cut

it'll be a bit noticeable (esp in doodles) but at first ignatz's TS hair kinda annoyed me and i loved his 3h hair so much i drew it instead, but then as time went on, i started finding ways to draw it that i liked, so i started to draw it accurately. now and then i'll still just draw his 3h hair for the love of the game bc it's just so cute...i think it suits him best. anyways. enough blathering! and as a final note, ignatz's unnamed older brother design was heavily inspired by petalpaladin's design on twitter pls come back online well, i've finished my academy backlog, so...timeskip time! although looking back, i dont have a lot of regular TS...a lot of hopes stuff though. eh! oh well! to start, another comic!!! one of my earlier pieces, i started to lose steam very clearly after the first page haha. it'll be a bit noticeable (esp in doodles) but at first ignatz's TS hair kinda annoyed me and i loved his 3h hair so much i drew it instead, but then as time went on, i started finding ways to draw it that i liked, so i started to draw it accurately. now and then i'll still just draw his 3h hair for the love of the game bc it's just so cute...i think it suits him best. tbh even though i made it a while ago, it is still canon in my heart heehee. i like his ending card where he says he persuades his family...so you know, with a bit of help :3 anyways. enough blathering! and as a final note, ignatz's unnamed older brother design was heavily inspired by petalpaladin's design on twitter pls come back online also still not formatted bc comics blow. but i dont have any other comics to post so i'm free!!!!

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concepts for me wanting to change sitri's academy hair. i didn't mind it but i realized that trying to draw that style in kurahana's style would kill me, and i thought an updo would be cuter for more silly personal reasons. i really liked the curl ponytail with it's significance to her 3h design, but it would've been a pain lowkey, so i kept the pony but with one spiral instead of a dozen the down curls was cute too, but again, a pain. i like the pony though, i think the visual weight is improved and it suits her more. plus a little familiar doodle in the corner

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first AF attack, a revenge for RonjaTheRobbersKin for their lovely attack of my stupid little bird wizard lol. i guess if it's thrown at you, you'll find your one true love! ...or sneeze. poor sitri. maybe next time.

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man if i had a nickel for every time i wrote sitriatz inebriated i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but whatever you get it. go my scarab. academy era makeout upon thee. if it seems kinda awkward or redundant blame it on the substance, i went back over it for typos and that's it kdjfhkdhf

"Ooooh, Sitri! I didn't know you were into stories like that!"

 "!" 

She startles without a second thought, whirling around to see a familiar pink haired classmate. Her hands are clasped together behind her back, leaning forward just a touch to see whatever novel her familiar classmate has in hand amidst the stack of the others she's deemed interesting enough to devote her attention to. 

"Er...." Sitri goes quiet, then shakes her head, quietly shelving it with a small huff. While the student didn't expect to see such trivial romance in the older parts of the library, she can't say she's too surprised. Although, books at that age are much less likely to be fiction, and instead just written far more factual. Regardless, Hilda pouts as she shelves it, watching the other closely as she instead reaches for a far more boring book focused on the Ten Elites, and some other nonsensical stories that even their professor wouldn't dare make them study. 

"Oh, c'mon! Isn't that other one way more interesting? What are you even doing here so far in the shelves? There's no way anyone is going to find you!" She's met with no response, but the brief lock of violet to pink tells Hilda it all- she doesn't want to be found, and her breath hitches barely in realization.

 "..." there's no point fighting it. As much as she's pushed, she realizes how lucky she is that their ever elusive classmate has managed to utter out a simple syllable, far more than many others have managed to luck out. Still, she should push it...and if she's correct about what she's observed- which of course Hilda is, she's so assured in these types of things... 

"....you know. If you don't believe the contents of the book, you can always test it out for yourself," the pinkette teases, with a half grin quirking her lips up in that joking smile that always finds a place on her features. Sitri instead scoffs, focusing her face entirely on the books in hopes she'll be left alone like she usually is. It seems to work though, with Hilda finally shrugging her shoulders, and leaving. 

Yeah right...testing it out for herself? Who the hell would even be a willing participant? ....well. She didn't expect Hilda's words to ring true. And yet, here Sitri was, trapped between two shelves and a warm body. Hazel eyes, wide, shining with fear and maybe just the slight hint of excitement focus on her neutral, unyielding eyes. Just her luck that out of everyone to trip and fall, to be tumbled against her was him, with his large, soft doe like eyes, with his pale green hair and stutters. He's pressed between her legs, both of them tumbled to the ground after a small quake had sent them into one another, Sitri staring at him with that neutral expression like she always does. Even for him...it's ever unchanging. 

"I-I am so sorry," he whines, his voice ever so melodious to her ears. "Let me-" he's stopped mid attempt to pull away, her hand reaching out to grasp at his wrist without a second thought of what she's silently saying to him. And yet, Ignatz stays quiet, lips pressed gently together as he waits with a baited breath to see what the ever elusive classmate has to say. Whatever she has to say that is so important that she stops him from getting out of this awkward predicament. 

"...Sitri?" he has to coax it out of her, but it's not as if he knows that, her watching him without a single change in her expression. She thinks back to what Hilda said, in her ever teasing voice, the book that she happened to pick up. A collection of stories of romances between saints, ever so loving, ever so gentle and sweet. When she glances through it, she wondered if she'd ever be allowed something like that and cast it aside. As if Sitri would be allowed something so perfect for her. As perfect as his wrist felt wrapped underneath her long digits, his warmth pressed against her, and she can't help but move forward with the slightest of whines.

He freezes, but just for a moment, glasses bumping against the bridge of her nose as their lips meet. He's shocked of course- who would expect the familiar classmate who seems to avoid everyone and everything that focuses on her to suddenly start...kissing you? And he realizes as warmth floods his cheeks that he's being kissed. And not just being kissed, but being kissed by her, and it sends electricity down his spine. His hands grasp at the slippery, chilled wood of the library beneath him, unsure of what to grasp but certain it can't be her as he leans into it with a weak little whine, a tilt of his head. She's ever so receptive of it all, exhaling gently through her nose as a hand comes out to place itself at the base of his neck. Ignatz, in turn, places a ginger hand at her waist, afraid to squeeze like it'll pull him from it all and he'll awake with a start like it's all fake. It's very real he realizes, his own lips pressed against her plush ones, both their eyes closed. 

He can feel her lashes just barely tickle against his skin until they both readjust, and they instead bump against the lens of his glasses. One hand slides up under her waist as both their lips part with one another, small puffs out of their nose and barely there wet noises of their kissing echoes against the deepest part of the library. Sitri, suddenly emboldened, remembering the story, wraps both her arms around his neck and tugs him closer, while Ignatz has no issue using his other hand to place upon her shoulder to stabilize himself and tilt his head deeper into the kiss. Time feels unreal to them both in that moment, forever slow, monumentally quick, until one forgets they have to breathe and they separate with a strained gasp. 

Eyes open to meet, honey brown against shining amethyst, and neither are okay with apologies, acknowledging it. Just flushed cheeks and bruised lips, swollen ever so softly from the recent session as their chest heaves in tandem, waiting for the other to respond. It feels like forever before Sitri opens her mouth to say anything, but she scraps it mid syllable as he watches her carefully to pull Ignatz to her own lips once more. They crash against each other, practically desperate as her fingers weave through his hair, drawing his body closer as they stay pressed against the shelves. He's not as nervous and in shock anymore, feeling her teeth graze against his bottom lip just barely, both of them trying to balance their breathing through their noses. It doesn't work too well for the both of them, having to part once more as they're both shy of heaving now, chests bobbing in tandem as they once more stare at each other with bobbing chests and swollen lips.

 "....I..." she frowns just barely as the words fail to reach her, but she'll reach for his hand instead, curling her fingers between his as she tilts a head ever so softly to see how he reacts in turn. In exchange, Ignatz moves to grasp at her hand, their fingers weaving together while his gaze focuses between her kiss swollen lips, and her admiration filled violet eyes. "That was...I...."

Of course the words never come to her. They never did beforehand so why would they suddenly appear on her tongue now? But Ignatz knows everything she wants to say without actually saying it. Pressing their foreheads together with a small noise, he watches her close her eyes just barely in turn while her thumb just barely strokes past the fabric of his vest and into his waist.

 "M'sorry- I shouldn't have...that was so rude and uncalled of me." Sitri finally finds the words, like they've been robotically written on a note and delivered to her. "If you cannot find it within yourself to forgive me..." 

"Th...there's nothing to forgive," Ignatz hurries to say, not even realizing he had spoken until he had finished. "I...I'm not upset, Sitri. I just..." She waits with a baited breath, unable to look at him even semi directly. Surely this is it? The potential for even the slightest crush diminished into nothing as he calls her the disgusting, unlovable wretch that she is- "...may we...again?" ever so shy, ever so meek, but she hears his request loud and clear. 

He barely gets more than a nod before Sitri surges forward, their lips once more locked together. Ignatz is still as shy as ever, but this time around he has no issue parting his lips when she does, running his hands up her waist, listening to the little sounds she makes as they reach towards the end of their session. Her teeth nip at his bottom lip and Ignatz opens his mouth with no hesitation, feeling her kiss deepen as he realizes what it is she wants, and Sitri finally pulls away once more.

 "...Ignatz..." she whispers, just barely pressing her forehead against her once more. "....may we...again?" She may be the one asking this time around, but in exchange, he's the one pressing their lips together without any fight. Hardly any blush this time as well..so much between them has changed in just a few kisses.

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...well. it's not particularly canon, but they'd certainly like it to be. or...well. one of them would. and maybe the other one. ...so maybe they'd certainly like it to be.

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don't worry, she just dozed off.

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ah i don't have many academy era doodles hahah. ah well whatever. look upon the perverts

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oh but, that does remind me. currently im working on a ship ita bag for them. i havent gotten any of the charms finished (esp with this new job. ugh) and it's on a definite hold until i finish my comms but that's alright. slow and steady and wa wah. i think i finally found a bag i especially like but one of the charms is really big, so i want to still be able to include it and everything else i want. tbh it might be best for me to just order it now and assemble the ignatz half now that i think about it...

wait. why didn't i think about that before. regardless, when ive finally got the charms printed ill post pictures of the bags :3

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rip my saved archive on my PC...im running out of stuff to post. ah well that's okay, i have a loooot of sketches so i might post those in waves. i dunno. this is my tumblr blog meesa can do as i dream huhu maybe i should make a tag for my non selfship related stuff

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obviously not canon haha...ah but a girl can dream huh

base by wo_bum

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small sketch i colored during some downtime. waugh. how cute.

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four part comic involving ignatz and claude's b support in houses. it's edited just barely (a few lines dropped, sort of mimicking if the player has chosen M!byleth) i don't really like making comics but the two i've made involving this two i'm happy with, so i try not to push it. the vagueness of the support made it more fun to create, and it's kind of a fun look into how i think claude would perceive sitri during academy.