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My first two attacks for this year's Art Fight: @affectionatetea's Zahir and @Vespilord's Amber!

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[turtlingturtle]

abemiha cuties!! 😍⚾️ thank you @affectionatetea! ❤️

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Special Shout-out #3 🌟

🎨 Tea  @affectionatetea

Thank you for the support, Tea! 💙

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#oofurixmas2016 for @affectionatetea​! I hope you have a great day :) 

It’s kind of inspired by the song Light by Sleeping at Last (song below, lyrics under cut). It really made me think of a regretful Abe after he’s realized the severity of the relationship dynamic he set up (“Just do as I say, never shake off my signs.”) (lyrics: I will always hold you close / But I will learn to let you go. / I promise I’ll do better. / I will soften every edge / I’ll hold the world to its best / And I’ll do better.)

May these words be the first To find your ears. The world is brighter than the sun Now that you’re here. Though your eyes will need some time to adjust To the overwhelming light surrounding us, I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll teach you everything I know. I promise I’ll do better. I will always hold you close, But I will learn to let you go. I promise I’ll do better. I will soften every edge, I’ll hold the world to its best, And I’ll do better. With every heartbeat I have left I will defend your every breath, And I’ll do better. ’Сause you are loved. You are loved more than you know. I hereby pledge all of my days To prove it so. Though your heart is far too young to realize The unimaginable light you hold inside, I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll teach you everything I know. I promise I’ll do better. I will always hold you close, But I will learn to let you go. I promise I’ll do better. I will rearrange the stars, Pull ‘em down to where you are. I promise, I’ll do better. With every heartbeat I have left, I’ll defend your every breath. I promise I’ll do better. I will soften every edge, Hold the world to its best. I promise I’ll do better. With every heartbeat I have left, I’ll defend your every breath, (I’ll do better.)

[introsquirrel]

So who here has a steam account and likes rpgs and wants to play psychonauts?

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“Speedwagon is no longer afraid” - commission drawn by @affectionatetea

I finally have a print to do one of my favorite characters justice! And you better believe this just spurred me on to start writing a few more chapters of my fanfic. LOVE IT!

[siraranispleased]

Lost S Supports: Laurent and Gerome

Laurent: Gerome, may I tell you something? I apologize in advance if it sounds a bit insensitive.

Gerome: I doubt I'll take any offense. What is it you need?

Laurent: I just wanted to say, on behalf of the rest of the soldiers, we're very proud of you making the attempt to connect with us on a more personal level. I understand that it is a new feeling for you to put yourself out there in the open like that, and I appreciate you making the effort past whatever discomfort you might feel.

Gerome: I... Thank you, Laurent. But, the truth is...well, I haven't exactly been truthful, with you.

Laurent: Were I less tactful, I would quip how it would not be unusual for you to keep secrets from us. But, I leave that to compatriots like Ingio or Brady. Please, if it is something important...?

Gerome: It's...very important, actually. I...do care, about the others, which is why I kept up on their condition through you. But...the truth is, there's a reason I turned to you.

Laurent: ...Oh.

Gerome: You are the one I trust the most, unconditionally. And I...always wanted to connect closer with you, above all the others. So I...I...

Laurent: ...Used the others as an excuse to meet with me every day for prolonged meetings and discussions.

Gerome: Yes...forgive me, for abusing your trust in such a way.

Laurent: Gerome, if we are being honest with each other...I was always flattered you singled me out, in particular. That you confided in me, specifically, about...well, everything.

Gerome: Oh...do you mean flattered as in--

Laurent: As in that way, yes.

Gerome: ...Heh...

Laurent: Ha ha ha...

Gerome: We really are pathetic, aren't we?

Laurent: In our own ways, yes.

Gerome: Perhaps we should start over?

Laurent: We could just have our private meetings as normal, only more focused on...each other.

Gerome: That works, too.

[siraranispleased]

My nagamas gift for affectionatetea, coming right down to the wire on the deadline. I’m really sorry this took so long to get to you; hopefully, it’s to your liking! You can see it as either your Cherche prompt with Laurent/Gerome as the jumping off point, or the Laurent/Gerome prompt with a bit of the Cherche mixed in. This is actually my first time seriously writing a m/m prompt, so, I hope you like it. And expect a little follow up treat in the next few hours...

Title: And That’s My Report For The Day Series: Ylisse, FE13 Characters: Gerome, Cherche, Laurent Word Count: 1200 Rating: G Summary: Mothers are very perceptive. This mother also loves getting a rise out of her boy.

“...which, as you could see from our investigation of the munitions chest, explains why our ranged support has been lax these past few days,” Laurent said to conclude his report.

Gerome hummed, considering this. “It also explains the unnecessary risks Owain and the others took in our last engagement with the Risen.”

“...To be blunt, and with all fairness to him, I do believe that was more a factor of Owain being...Owain.” Laurent smiled as he saw Gerome struggling to keep from smirking at that.

The masked wyvern rider coughed, and unfolded his arms. “We'll have to restock our supply of tomes at the next town, then. In order to keep this from happening again, though, perhaps we should consult your mother as to the quality of what we intend to purchase.”

“A second opinion?”

“I do not doubt Robin's judgement, but, besides yourself, there's no one whose opinion on magic I respect more than your mother.”

Laurent removed his hat to more freely wipe his brow. “I'm humbled that you feel that way. Why don't you put forward that suggestion with Robin, while I go further assess those lower quality tomes we have. Perhaps we can re-purpose them for less militaristic uses. Or, at least, resell them for a higher price.”

Gerome gave Laurent an approving nod, before glancing aside. An awkward silence fell over the two of them. Eventually, Laurent cleared his throat, and shifted his body, silently asking if the conversation was over and he was free to leave. This caused Gerome to flinch. “Of...of course. If you think you can find something useful, please, proceed. ...Perhaps...when your mother joins us to shop for better quality tomes...perhaps you'd like to come with us to put those findings into action?”

“Ah, an attractive suggestion. I suppose I might just have to take you up on it.” With a quick adjustment of his glasses, Laurent turned his back to Gerome, looking over his shoulder at the young wyvern rider. “Then, I shall see you at supper, tonight?”

“As always.”

Gerome watched Laurent go for a few moments, before turning towards the pen where Minerva rested. Removing his gauntlet, he brushed his now naked hand along the old wyvern's neck, and regarded the pen. He had to commend Minerva for her restraint and her hospitality, giving wide berth of the pen and the feed to the three other wyverns in the stall, young broods from Wyvern Valley to further the training of certain key members of the army. Sir Frederick, in particular, expressed an interest in trying a new form of mounted combat to better serve Chrom and Lissa.

...Three? Gerome narrowed his eyes, and looked over the pen once more; there were five wyverns in total for the core members, including Minerva. And the one who seemed to be missing was...the younger Minerva, the Minerva from this timeline.

A high pitched, but, more importantly, familiar giggle caught Gerome's ear. He glanced over his shoulder. “Mother,” he said curtly in greeting.

“A mother shouldn’t eavesdrop,” Cherche admitted as she approached, smiling that soft, disarmingly pleasant smile of her's, “but I was just bringing Minerva back from our scouting duties, and I didn't want to interrupt you two boys.”

“...It would've been nothing,” Gerome assured. “Laurent thinks very highly of you, your work in the background wouldn't have been a bother at all.”

“Oh, does he? I'm glad to hear that!”

“...You are?”

“Well,  of course.” Cherche looked over Gerome's shoulder, giving Minerva that same, sweet smile. She approached, and replaced Gerome in giving the old lizard affectionate rubs on the head. “You know, Minerva really has matured over the years.”

Gerome frowned. While he didn't say it out loud, he didn't like what his mother was implying. Or, at least, what he thought she was implying.

Noticing her son's look being more stern than usual, Cherche nodded over her shoulder towards the Minerva from this timeline. “When I first started dating your father, Minerva was extremely jealous. Those playful nips that initially welcomed him into the family weren't so playful, for a while. But now, she didn't seem at all upset about you and Laurent.” She giggled again. “Why, I dare say she seemed quite happy for you!”

Gerome stammered, turning red behind his mask. “Wh-why on earth would you equate the two?” he meant to ask, but accidentally ended up demanding.

“Well, I'm very happy for the two of you,” Cherche assured. “Laurent seems like such a nice young man; it's good that you two are so close.”

“Of course, he's my confidante, I wouldn't trust anyone else to—Confidante, I assure you!” Gerome stammered, his eyes going increasingly wide behind his mask, his cheeks turning from red to pink.

“Oh, there's your father, right now,” Cherche noted, pointing, before cupping her mouth to project. “Honey! Gerome's found his first crush!” She was answered with a triumphant laugh.

“Mother, would you please--!” Gerome pleaded.

“Although, I probably shouldn't assume it's his first, he's a big boy who might have had several exploits by now, but this one looks serious!”

“In Naga's name, mother...!” Gerome's voice grew higher.

Cherche looked sweetly up at Gerome's face, still crouching down next to Minerva. Despite Cherche's sweet expression, and Minerva's tired, leathery face, Gerome could swear they were both giving him just the smuggest look. “You know,” Cherche said, “for supper, tonight, your father and I were planning to take our's alone, in our tent. Just have a nice, quiet evening, together. You're absolutely free to come join us, if you want, and we'd also be quite alright with entertaining Laurent, if you wanted to invite him.”

“That would be lovely!” Gerome's voice was just as high.

Up on a nearby hill, watching as Gerome squirmed underneath Cherche's needling, Severa huffed, bewildered, before looking to the boy next to her, a completely unimpressed look on her face. “So this is the dork you have a crush on?” she asked her friend, needing to hear the words out of his mouth, unable to believe it, otherwise.

Laurent chuckled, scratching his cheek, as he nodded. “That beneath such a dour and serious exterior lies a sensitive and kind heart, isn't that charming?” he responded, his own cheeks gaining a touch of pink.

Severa rolled her eyes, and looked back at Gerome. “Actually, why should I be surprised? You're both massive dweebs.”

Laurent looked over at Severa, cocking a curious, if annoyed, eyebrow. “I don't see how it's any different from your affections for Princ--”

“Anyway,” Severa interrupted him, quickly rising to her feet, fighting back her own blush, “you should probably get to that investigation of your's. He'll probably want to ask you about that over dinner for lack of proper conversation. Actually, considering the two of you, that'd probably be pretty close to a romantic candlelit discussion, wouldn't it?”

Laurent adjusted the brim of his hat, before rising to his feet, as well. “Not a bad idea. Perhaps you'd care to join me? You could discuss this with her, yourself, over dinner tonight, as well.”

“You better hope Gerome doesn't find your need to get in the last word a turn off...”