Sep 17, 2024
[Fire Emblem: Through Blade and Flame] A comic about Eliwood and my tactician OC Mana's story (8/?)
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[Fire Emblem: Through Blade and Flame] A comic about Eliwood and my tactician OC Mana's story (8/?)
Totally forgot that my circle screenshots look weird on Tumblr, have some rectangles instead. 😅
Oops hehe no problem! At least I can say for certain what they are!! Kinda proud of myself I was able to do that just from eyeballing it 😎
Final illustration for CYL8
Artist: Itagaki Hako
Poll 107 - Leila
Which is your favorite?
Rose amid Fangs
Keen Lookout
Please do not criticize any art you may not like or compare one art to another in terms of quality, it's unkind and downplays the amount of work that the feh artists put into them. Please treat the feh artists how you would as any other artist - with kindness and with love.
Artists in order: PenekoR, Akka
in my heart she's playable. absolute crime it took so long for her to get into Heroes. I respect her a lot
Winter!Felix, !SummerSylvain, Halloween!Grima and Denning get summoned to Askr.
This was supposed to be a joke about the costumes, but then they just kept walking and talking and this happened:
Felix: “What weapons do we have?”
Sylvain: “I have two cocktails…”
Felix (sarcastic): “Wow, that’s sure threatening.”
Sylvain: “…and my sunny disposition.”
Felix (serious): “That actually is threatening. And I have this bow. But although I got the bowknight certification, it is far from my favorite weapon.”
Denning: “I can use a bow to great effect.”
Felix: “Are you an archer?”
Denning: “A messenger. Whose preferred weapon is the bow.”
Felix: “Alright, then, here you go. My weapon is the sword, for your information. Sylvain is a lance cavalier and believe it or not, he also wields magic. But the moment a battle ends, the dude turns off his brain.”
Denning: “That’s a good setup for a three person squad. I can work with it.”
Sylvain: “Are you a tactician?”
Denning: “That would be said too much. I did command my Lord’s troops before, though.”
Felix: “Good! I like how level-headed you are about this fact. Things do not seem to look as grim as they appeared to at first glance.”
Sylvain: “Aw, I bet that makes you sad!” *laughs*
Felix: *merest hint of a smile*
(they walk a short distance, when suddenly a girl in a wolf ears cap stands before them)
Grima: “I’m the wings of despair, the breath of ruin, I’m the Fell Dragon, Grima! Prepare to get devoured!”
Felix: “You know, this is exactly the tone that confirms the prejudices people like Edelgard harbour against dragonkind.”
Sylvain: “Geeze, Felix, can’t you tell she’s flirting?”
Denning: “Well, where I come from, dragons were looking different. More lizard than canine.”
Sylvain: “She’s in her human form and wearing a costume, is all. And may I say that this costume suits you incredibly well, Lady Grima?”
Grima: “Fools! This isn’t how I look at all! I’m only using this body… after some inconvenience that happened to my old one.”
Denning (wistfully): “I see.”
Sylvain: “May I say that this body suits you incredibly well, Lady Grima?”
Felix & Grima both: “Stop it!”
Denning: “In any case, let me deliver greetings from my master, Lord Nergal. He and you might find that you’ve got something in common. If you’re interested to learn more, come visit us at Dread Isle. …only I do not know the way there at the moment.”
Grima: “You… what are you?”
Denning (proudly): “I’m your polar opposite, Lady Grima. As you are using someone else’s body, I use other people’s souls.”
Sylvain and Felix: “Say again?!”
Denning: “It’s a bit more complicated.”
Sylvain: “You aren’t an Agarthean, are you?! – Remind me again why you gave the Slitherer our only weapon, Felix?!”
Denning: “Maybe I am. I don’t know. I was created from the quintessence of fallen warriors. Wasn’t introduced to their remains, sorry.”
Sylvain: “That’s… about the opposite of what the Agartheans do.”
Denning: “You mean these foes of yours use the bones of fallen warriors to create Morphs?”
Sylvain: “The bones they use, but to create weapons.”
Denning: “Oh, that’s actually pretty clever! The quintessence for Morphs and the bones for weapons. Let nothing go to waste.”
Grima: “Shut up you freaks! All of you! And now come. We’ll need to get the bearings of this new land.”
(keeps close to Denning)
Denning: “I’m glad you are keeping close to me, Lady Grima. Does that mean you are considering Lord Nergal’s invitation?”
Grima: “Not your business, mortal… But, say, you were created for a specific purpose, yes?”
Denning: “Correct. I’m also equipped with the means to fulfill this purpose. And with Felix’ bow.”
Grima: “A purpose, huh? Did it ever occur to your creator to create life just for the sake of it? To see what would happen?”
Denning: “Did you create life in this fashion, Lady Grima?”
Grima: “Life was created. And you know what it did, what was the first thing the fucking stupid creature did? Smiled at their creator!”
Denning: “It smiled at you? Aw, that’s adorable!”
Grima: “Yeah… totes adorable…” *spits*
Denning: “Is something…”
Grima: “I don’t want to talk to you worms anymore!”
Denning: “As you wish.” *falls back*
Sylvain: “What are you doing, Denning? The Lady told you she didn’t want to talk anymore, that means she’s about to dump her backstory onto you and then… you know. Herself.”
Denning: “She said she did NOT want to talk.”
Sylvain: “Exactly! That’s how you know a girl is ready to talk some more! You’re almost there!”
Denning: “Go talk to Felix, then. His whole posture says Don’t Talk to me on pain of death. Going by your logic, he must be madly in love with you!”
Sylvain: “Oh, he is! As I am with him!”
Denning: “Look, Sylvain, Felix, and Lady Grima, too. I’m made up of maybe a dozen human life sparks. And it’s still not enough to make sense of you three.”
Grima: “Ruuuuude…”
Denning: “I’m a messenger. I don’t care about its contents, I just deliver the message. Without fail, too.”
Felix: *chuckles*
Sylvain: “Oh, isn’t someone full of himself…”
Denning: “And I don’t normally… speak. I deliver messages and kill whatever is in the way.”
Grima: “Same here. Uh, I meant shame on you, worm! Not “same”. You and I have nothing in common!”
(eventually they set up camp)
Felix: “We’ve got my coat and two cocktails to keep warm...”
Sylvain: “Way ahead of you! I picked four straws while we were walking. So me and you can share a cocktail and Denning and Lady the other.”
Grima: “Pfft. I don’t drink. I’m probably drunk on power, but that’s just natural for a higher lifeform in the presence of vermin.”
Sylvain: “Okay, then. You, Denning?”
Denning: “I don’t know if I drink. But then again, I didn’t know I had to eat, either. It’s my second ever emotion: being hungry. I was held captive at Ositia after a battle… I whimpered… and a handsome spy* came looking what was going on in the dungeon. And then, bamm, a silver light engulfed him, and someone said “Ah, another Poison Strike”, and then the silver light came back for me and then I arrived here.”
Grima: “What was the first emotion?”
Denning: “Dedication. I existed to serve my creator and doing that filled me.”
Felix: “Oh, no! Not another of those shitheads! Nergal’s hound, are you?!”
Denning: “Pigeon, more like it. You don’t wanna meet his hounds. They’ve got… fangs.” *chuckles*
Grima (acidic): “Aw, cutesy little pigeon… don’t grow too fast, lest your Nergal will kill you.”
Denning: “Is that what you did with the life you created? How wasteful! We at Dread Isle…”
Sylvain: “We know what you are doing with the dead at Dread Isle, Denning! You’ve told us once, I don’t need to hear it a second time!”
Grima: “Are you sure Nergal shares your view of his resourcefulness? He wouldn’t just destroy his creations when they grew too strong?”
Denning: “I’ve only ever seen him send his creations into their deaths when it served him. Never willfully.”
Grima: “I may meet up with him some day, after all.” *yawns* “Nightie-night, pigeon. Have nightmares, I mean.”
Sylvain: “What about Felix and me? Don’t you care for us at all?!”
Grima (sarcastic): “I care so much about you, I wanna have your baby, Sylvain!”
Sylvain: “Oh. Ah, okay. Like all the others.” *disappointedly leans into Felix*
*everyone falls asleep*
*…Chances are as the youngest morph Denning has quintessence of Leila in him. That would prompt him to view Matthew with her eyes at least partially.
Continued here: https://enkisstories.tumblr.com/post/646751317794144257/forging-bonds-bows
rip to leila but kempf deserves the attack lol ✌😘
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