#lightningbug-lane

[exaltedgrimleal]

Gang playing Phasmophobia

Soffia: Okay, are you ready, Christina?

Christina: Ready.

Soffia: *yeets haunted book down the stairs expecting it to land on the stairs/roll down the stairs*

Book: *falls through the stairs into nothingness*

Soffia: ...

Christina: ...

[elaralara]

I created a FEH unit based on @lightningbug-lane ‘s Queen Camilla art!

(Hope I’m allowed to use the piece, If you want me to I can take it off, redo the unit profile, and link the post with the art on it instead :D)

[fire-emblem-supports]

Masked Zelgius & Performer Azura: C - S Supports

(Requested by @lightningbug-lane)

C Support

Azura: ♪ Sing with me a song...

Zelgius: A fascinating melody.

Azura: Oh! Hello... I don’t believe I know your name.

Zelgius: You’re better off not knowing my identity.

Azura: Hm... Perhaps it’s better that you do not know mine, either.

Zelgius: That song... Tell me about it.

Azura: It was written by... a great hero, long ago, to sooth a terrible dragon. My mother taught it to me.

Zelgius: Fascinating. I have heard of a similar song...

Azura: Hm...

Zelgius: Something the matter?

Azura: Oh! No, sorry. It’s just... You always seem so distant around camp... But here we are, having almost a normal conversation.

Zelgius: Hmph. I could say the same about you.

Azura: I suppose that’s true. Maybe it’s so easy to talk to you because we’re kindred spirits.

Zelgius: I assure you, we have little in common.

Azura: Well, I can’t possibly argue. I know almost nothing about you.

Zelgius: If you knew anymore than you already do, you would be in grave danger.

(Zelgius leaves)

Azura: How mysterious...

B Support

Azura: ♪ Hmm-mm-mm...

Zelgius: You have a lovely voice.

Azura: Ah! It’s you again.

Zelgius: It seems we’ve been seeing a lot of each other lately.

Azura: We have, haven’t we? On and off the battlefield.

Azura: I hope I haven’t been a bother.

Zelgius: ...

Zelgius: That song you were humming. Is it the same one you were singing the other day?

Azura: No. This one... is a lullaby. My father used to sing it to me.

Zelgius: Is your father...?

Azura: I’m afraid so. Many years ago. I was quite young, so I have very few memories of him. I cherish the ones I do have.

Zelgius: My family despised me. I left as soon as I was able. I know not if they’re still alive.

Azura: O-Oh. I’m sorry. That’s awful.

Zelgius: ...

Zelgius: Could you sing your father’s song for me? I am... curious.

Azura: If you’d like.

Zelgius: Thank you.

A Support

Azura: Hello again.

Zelgius: Good day.

Azura: Hm... Are you certain I can’t know your name?

Zelgius: What? Where is this coming from?

Azura: It seems odd to greet you when I have nothing to call you.

Azura: And with us spending so much time together as of late, we know almost everything about each other anyway, except our names.

Azura: Perhaps we wouldn’t be putting each other in danger if we just shared that.

Zelgius: You do not understand the gravity of my situation.

Azura: And you do not understand the gravity of mine. However, I cherish our friendship enough to take that risk. Do you?

Zelgius: ...Very well. If you insist.

Zelgius: My name is Zelgius.

Zelgius: I am what is known in my world as one of the Branded, a despised crossbreed between a beorc and a laguz.

Azura: I am Azura, princess of both Nohr and Hoshido.

Azura: Both countries are at war, influenced by a mysterious force that only I am aware of its true nature.

Azura: I am pleased to finally be properly introduced to you, Zelgius.

Zelgius: ...Mutual, Azura.

S Support

Zelgius: Azura!

Azura: Zelgius. Is something wrong?

Zelgius: No. But I wish to make a proposal.

Azura: A proposal? Of what?

Zelgius: Marriage.

Azura: What?!

Zelgius: I have long traveled my path alone. I believed that to be my destiny.

Zelgius: However, you have shown me great compassion and companionship. I wish to make it up to you by becoming your husband.

Azura: This seems so sudden...

Azura: Zelgius, we’re from two different worlds. I must return to mine. I cannot come with you when we leave Askr.

Zelgius: Nothing is left for me in my world... I’ve chased after one shallow goal for so many years, but you have freed me from its shackles.

Zelgius: Once this war has ended, I will gladly accompany you to your world.

Azura: Then... I suppose there’s nothing stopping me.

Azura: I accept your proposal. I love you, Zelgius.

Zelgius: And I love you, Azura. I hope to fill your days with joy for years to come.

[ruibits]

Happy birthday!! hope you have a great day today! (´∀`)

thank u so much sweetie!!! :D have a great day too!!

[end-of-paradox]

[Gift] Cursed Blessing

Belated birthday gift for @lightningbug-lane. Enjoy the read.

The characters featured in this shortfic here are largely hers; I take no credit for any characters featured, official or custom.

It is yet another cold morning in the Kingdom of Nohr. The frigid wind courses its way through the hallways of Castle Krakenburg, the heart of the Kingdom and seat of its king, Garon. The sun has only barely risen past the tall peaks surrounding the castle, and only those who live high up in the intimidating fortress can call themselves fortunate enough to witness the sun's rise and fall. Those inhabiting the dark crevices in which the lower regions of the castle are located will never be blessed with the sun's rays awakening them. However, some simply preferred the dark depths of Krakenburg over the sunlit rooms... "Knock knock!" a high-pitched voice speaks as she knocks on a black door. "Hello? I've brought you your breakfast, so why don't you just open up already!" It's Livilla, one of the many maids of the court, serving the daily rounds of breakfast. "I haven't got all day, you know! Hurry it up!" The tone of that voice alone works on Ione's nerves more than anything else; she opens the door, showing no particular expression on her face, her body cloaked in black robes, as if to conceal something. "I'm not hungry at the moment", she mutters. "I will call one of the other maids whenever I feel like eating, so just get out of my face." In response, Livilla closes the door, turning away. "Hmph! Suit yourself, then. But don't come complaining if you start starving!" While the maid walks away, Ione sighs in irritation, sitting down in the armchair that Garon and Katerina gave her as a birthday gift some years ago, so that she could be comfortably seated while reading through her books and tomes. Not long after making herself comfortable with a new hex tome, someone else knocks on the door, eliciting a mildly annoyed grunt from the sorceress. "Who goes there?" she asks monotonously. "It's me, Mother." Recognizing her daughter, Ione decides to let her come in. "Alright, enter. But make it quick; I'd rather go undisturbed for at least an hour afterwards." Camilla enters her mother's quarters, approaching her. "How is the baby?" she asks. Ione doesn't seem affected too much by Camilla's concern for her unborn sibling. "Fine as always", she responds, still maintaining the same monotony from before. "The child has been rather quiet today, which I'm content with. I'd rather have a calm baby than one that keeps kicking me awake at night." Camilla observes her mother's face for a few seconds before leaving again. "I shall leave you undisturbed, Mother. Goodbye." "One second, Camilla", Ione interrupts. "Be sure to take your hatchet with you. You'll never know what dangers lurk from afar. I've put it by the fireplace." The young princess takes the hatchet and simply turns around, appearing rather distant. "Thank you, Mother. Goodbye." She closes the door behind her. Ione picks up the tome she was reading, one detailing some new hexes that she has only recently caught wind of. The sorceress's attention is particularly piqued when her eyes scroll over a hex that slows down one's aging process, and she quickly finds herself absorbed in the carefully handwritten letters. Not much later, though, her indulgence in hexes and scriptures is rudely interrupted by some strong movements from her unborn child. "Ugh, could you keep quiet?" Ione mutters in frustration, removing the robes from her body to expose her belly. Upon taking a good look at her own form again, Ione feels those sentiments of frustration and betrayal returning from not only recently, but from about a decade ago as well. She had already shared the bed with Garon once - and born him a child, no less, even without any plans from her own to have children - but again? She felt like she could hex herself by this point for betraying Katerina's trust and friendship even in death. It's not like she ever wanted another child; she only puts up with all the discomfort because Garon loves his children; then again, that time, too, seems to have reached its end. So now what? Now she finds herself stuck with a cumbersome frame again from carrying another baby. Then, yet another person knocks, and Ione is losing her patience. "Ugh..." she grunts, "who is it this time?" A somewhat sweet voice sounds from the door. "Oh, it's just the court medic. Am I perchance disturbing you?" The voice carries a tinge of mockery; at least, that's how the sorceress perceives the message. She knows it's that Theodora wench again, another one of those filthy mongrels who dare thought they could replace Katerina beside Garon. "Yes", Ione speaks with a tone of irritation, "you vex me at the moment. Begone." Ione couldn't for the life of her stand to see that insufferable little smile of the strategist's; the way her lips curved, how she shows just a tiny line of her teeth... Everything about it irritates her to no end. In response, Theodora put up the same coy tone as last last time. "Well, then I apologize", she says. "I suppose I'll be on my way again, then. Have a good day." After the strategist's departure from her door, Ione picks up her book again. However, all the times that she has been disturbed in her lecture have all but eradicated any further motivation to continue reading, and she puts her hex tome down beside her. The sorceress briefly stands up for a quick stretch, then positions herself back into her armchair, where she comfortably leans back. Finally, no more disturbance. Nobody who comes knocking on her door again for some irrelevant, minute problem of theirs. Quiet and solitude are all that remain, although... solitude, not so much with a baby inside of her. She feels her child moving again, and rubs her belly in an attempt to calm it down. Although the movements haven't quite stopped yet, Ione appears not to mind all that much. In fact, a light smile creeps on her face during this brief moment between mother and child. Even if she's never cared that much for her baby, the sorceress feels... something during the moment. She'd rather deny herself the happiness and instead endure guilt for having committed the same mistake a second time, but not now. Right now, she briefly indulges in the moment, a quiet smile on her face, something that nothing or nobody could take away from her. A fleeting moment before regret and guilt take hold of her once more. Regret and guilt that are to haunt her long after.        

[coniferscribbles]

I wanted to put Ione in a dress and it was a very good idea.

[fire-emblem-supports]

Camilla & Ione: C - A Supports (Mother/Daughter)

(Ione belongs to @lightningbug-lane! Go check her stuff out! Requested by @thewisemankey.)

C Support

Camilla: Hello, Mother.

Ione: Ah, Camilla. I’ve been wanting to speak to you. Lord/Lady Corrin suggested that I--

Camilla: Oh, Corrin. Hasn’t he/she grown up to be a such a handsome/beautiful young man/lady?

Camilla: Perhaps I flatter myself, but I do believe it’s largely thanks to my maternal influence.

Camilla: I suppose I’m a natural at it. Who knows where I picked that up from?

Ione: ......

Camilla: I’m sorry, did I interrupt? How rude of me, not letting you speak your mind. An unthinkable crime.

Camilla: I suppose I just got distracted. My siblings mean so much to me, you know.

Camilla: Family is just so important, don’t you think, Mother?

Ione: You little brat. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing here.

Camilla: Mother, how dare you? I just came over here to talk and you’re turning it into an argument.

Ione: Hah. You’re lucky I don’t wish to be on Lord/Lady Corrin’s bad side.

Ione: Otherwise, I would not hesitate to punish you. You may be grown, but I am still your mother.

Camilla: Oh, please. I haven’t given up my training in your absence. You couldn’t handle me.

(Camilla leaves)

Ione: What a boastful girl...

B Support

Camilla: Mother.

Ione: Camilla. I was beginning to think you weren’t planning on showing up for guard duty. I thought I taught you to be more prompt.

Camilla: Mm. I suppose I forgot. If only I could forget the years of pure torture putting up with you.

Ione: A mutual feeling.

Camilla: Hah. If you feel so strongly, perhaps we should just stay away from each other.

Ione: I want nothing more than that. Unfortunately, your little brother/sister seems to enjoy pairing us up.

Camilla: Hmph.

(rustling)

Camilla: What was that?

Ione: I heard it, too. Someone’s approaching. Do you have your weapon?

Camilla: I’m not a fool, Mother. Of course I do.

Ione: Keep it close.

(rustling)

Camilla: Stop right there!

Ruffian: Hahaha...

Ione: They have magic. Camilla, look out!

(crackling) (thud)

Ione: You’ve forced my hand!

(foom)

Ruffian: YAAARGH!

(thud)

Camilla: *huff* *wheeze*

Ione: Camilla! Are you alright?

Camilla: Yes... Thanks to you pushing me out of the way...

Ione: The same can’t be said for our attacker.

Camilla: You haven’t lost your touch. That magic blast was impressive.

Ione: ...

Camilla: Mother?

Ione: I trained you better than that. Had I not been here, you would have been killed. Disgusting.

Camilla: ...

Ione: Now you’re going to cry? Hah. You’ve grown weak, dear.

Camilla: You’re right. I have. For a second, I believed there might be a chance we could make things right between us.

Camilla: How foolish of me.

(Camilla leaves)

Ione: ......

A Support

Ione: Camilla.

Camilla: I have nothing to say to you, Mother.

Ione: Then you shall listen.

Ione: I am... sorry.

Camilla: Hah. Am I supposed to believe that?

Ione: You do not have to. But it is true.

Ione: To be quite honest, my intention days ago was to apologize, as Lord/Lady Corrin suggested I do.

Ione: I understand that it is far too late for us to truly mend our relationship.

Ione: Nonetheless, I feel it is my duty, both to Lord/Lady Corrin and to you, to at least try.

Ione: My actions towards you when you were younger, and even over the last few days, are unforgivable. I understand this.

Camilla: ...It’s hard to believe these words are even leaving your mouth. Since when do you admit your own mistakes?

Ione: I have made many mistakes, Camilla. I am painfully aware of all of them, even ones you can’t begin to fathom.

Ione: I took out my own self-loathing on you. For that, I am truly and deeply sorry.

Camilla: ...Hmph. You’re right about one thing, Mother. I can never forgive you for what you’ve done to me.

Ione: I see.

Camilla: However... I suppose, if you so wish, I can try to be civil with you.

Camilla: If you are willing to apologize and admit your faults, I owe you at least that much.

Ione: I am... quite glad, Camilla.

Camilla: So am I, actually... It’s as if a great burden was lifted from my shoulders as soon as I said that.

Camilla: Would you mind... Is it alright if I gave you a hug?

Ione: I suppose so.

Camilla: Thank you, Mother...

Ione: No. Thank you, Camilla.

[exaltedgrimleal]

like legit not because it’s april fools

shoutout to miranda for dealing with me all the time whether im avoiding messaging her cause im lazy or doing the polar opposite and messaging her like fifty things when she is sleeping