Jul 1, 2025
Happy birthday Leo von Fire Emblem you absolute reigning disaster
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Happy birthday Leo von Fire Emblem you absolute reigning disaster
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no way id ever finish in time but i started drawing the birthday boy uwu
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Takumi: why do people always say “would you jump off a bridge if your friends told you to?” Like I’d jump off a bridge for fun I hate myself
Leo: takumi I’m a little concerned but I also feel like I should point out that we did that. Corrin told us to jump off a bridge and we just did. Without questioning it
Takumi: oh gods we really did. Why did we do that??
THEY DID NOT JUST-
i honestly. have no excuse for this i just wanted to draw my best bois tgt lmao
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Now, Elise—“ Camilla knelt down before her to adjust the slightly crooked brooch holding her cloak shut. While she was at it, she checked to make certain that Elise was wearing the thick leather gloves Camilla had presented to her earlier, and that she actually had her arms through the armholes in her violet cloak. “Remember what I told you about how you need to behave in the mews.”
Elise puffed out her cheeks. “Aww, seriously? I just wanna pet the birds.”
Camilla smiled fondly down at her. “Aren’t you cute?” When Elise huffed and puffed out her cheeks a little more, turning her cheeks a pinkish-red, Camilla patted her head. “Oh, sweetie, I understand. And if you like, I’ll take you to the dovecote, too; I’m sure the pigeons will love to see you. But the falcons are different. They might hurt you if you’re too rough with them, even with their jesses and their hoods on. You have to be more mindful.”
Falconry was, after all, the sport of kings. It only made sense that at least some of the king's children would take part.