#gasbardian

[chivalrykept]

✎ but with anwyll’s helmet

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse || tentatively accepting

how does it feel to have the best ideas for drawing prompts this was so nice

he’s…so tiny,,, he is so welcome to steal anwyll’s helmet any day

[cureher]

gives her wig a tug. "you need to add more salt"

       she’d     felt    a    jerk,    her   wig    pulling   upwards,   threatening   to   expose   her   bald   head.   ashe’s    tiny   rat   hands    willed   her   into   a    direction,   listening   to   the   tiny   rat    voice   in   her   ears.   mercedes    quickly   pinched   more   salt    into   the   dish   before   her,   then   whisked  it   away   to   be   served.   

          ‘   thank   you,   little   chef  !  ‘

[timecall]

✎ pwease my son

✎ to draw your muse || ACCEPTING.

please tell ashe i would die for him. byleth would also die for him. thank you.

[enlighth]

"professor, earlier caspar mentioned something called ligma but when i asked what it was he just started laughing & wouldn't tell me. do you have any idea what ligma is? it's starting to bother me."

whats ligma / unprompted /  @gasbardian

      caspar you’ve fucking done it now.  how could you do this to ashe of all people?  ok, maybe the fact that it is ashe was your reason, but still!  be a little more ‘mature’ in the future. if that’s possible.

in times like these that byleth was thankful that they did not laugh because  they are feeling it right now.  the professor of course, would not admit that. how terrible!  no, they are going to help out ashe from this predicament …  “ i see. that would bother me, too. ”   a shake of the head. 

time to answer this and be the S rank professor you were meant to be, byleth.

     “ i don’t know about ligma. but have you heard of sugondese? ”

[knightsdeath]

"whoa felix! you're so flexible but i bet you can't do this." he proceeds to lick his elbow

his brows furrow as he looks up from the perfect middle split that he has worked himself into ( leaning heavily on his elbows ) and, sure enough, ashe peers down at him with his OVER-WIDE GREEN EYES and the frank curiosity that he stares down at him with ———— as he speaks / and then contorts himself / and. yes. licks his elbow.

alright.

❝ … why would i want to do that? ❞ why the fuck would he want to do that, it has no practical use in battle that simple flexibility does.

@gasbardian // omg

[emblcmatique]

gasbardian‌:

      ❛    I’M  SURE  YOU’D  BE  ABLE  TO  FIND  SOMEONE .  you  seem  to  manage  charming  people  with  ease .  that  is  …  unless  you  haven’t  upset  all  your  prospects .    ❜

“Were you trying to compliment me or mock me, Ashe?” A chuckle.  “But, well, the thing is I do have someone in mind, I’m just not sure they’d agree, despite how I can manage to charm people with ease.”

[srcellerie]

he takes her hand, interlacing their fingers before raising her hand to his lips & presses a tender kiss to her knuckles.

the shared braincell is depressed & we’re being smoft to cope || @gasbardian

     FIVE YEARS STOOD BETWEEN THEM & the carefree days of the academy .  they were older / wiser / stronger ; DIFFERENT  ( as both a single unit & as a pair )  .  no longer did she pour her heart out to him into letters unsent ,  but instead walked with him side-by-side while the sweetest of nothings were spoken through the lingering gazes of their eyes & the way her thumb traced circles on the back of his hand .  soft & sweet & perfect she thinks ,  even when the world around them is anything but .  he raises her hand ,  & her blush deepens as the gentle curve of his lips presses to her knuckles .  five years ago her heart felt as though it would have hammered out of her chest at just the mere thought of them being like this  ( of him doing something like this )  & five years pass & it’s reality & she STILL feels like her heart will burst .  it makes her wonder if — no — she’s SURE that five years from now she’ll still feel the very same about this : about them & about him ,  because she loves——

     well . . .

     ——maybe she’d write him a letter about it sometime .

[blaithyd]

@gasbardian

Mirth comes in the bloom of a quiet, regarding smile. It’s tamed, and much more softer than it had been five years ago. And yet... some things -- despite having gone so long without them -- never really seem to change. Still, Ashe fumbles for his words -- fidgets near him. But there’s differences -- each little detail playing out in the prince’s thoughts. He thinks he sees fear, more than respect. Tension in the shoulders, perhaps.  Or, maybe, it’s simply Dimitri’s mind. Lots of things, after all, seem to be in his mind.

     “Ashe,” Dimitri says -- his voice much more tamed and humbled than it was five years ago, “please, relax. It’s only me.”