#vallitemonarch

[vallablooded]

( @nightmonarch / @vallitemonarch 

I’ve been drawing boys all day, and I figured I’d draw Ryan’s custom Corn as his Fallen counterpart.)

[cosineamonroll]

since there’s no official Vallite regal outfit >w>

[the-nut-meg]

A sort of redraw of this from last year, but I also wanted to draw my friend’s avatar too.

Spring Banner 2018 for FE:H when. It’s been forever since I’ve posted art here, so I drew my Custom F!Kamui with my friend’s custom M!Kamui as Easter bunny units.

[bountifulwitcharchive]

vallitemonarch

  "Are you asking me of all people that question?"

                 A HAPPILY, stimming thump of her tail against the terrain riding the area around them with rattled small quakes. ❝   N̢̼̱͓̪͔̥̻o̹ m̠̝̯̰̥̫͟y ̢̞̼͇͕̻̠Ki̧̘͓̬̦̞n̠͚̦̝g̰͖,̼̬͚ ̗̟̘̺̥ͅI̶̩̖̥͖ ͈̝̦̞́ͅw̢̻̭̫ou̹̘̖̗l̸͓d̖̞̹̣ ̧̳̳̮̰̖n̻̟e̠̜̜̬͉v̦͓͓ͅe̡̜̼̹̤̮͚̮r̛̲̲ ̰̟͚̪̞ͅd͉̭͎̜͍̦a̬̥͟ͅr͓̱̥̭e̵̖͇̜͚ ̴̖̬̠̗̩t̟̗̜o̮̬͙̞ ̢a̛̪̲̫̣͖ͅs҉͕͓͕̠ͅk̹̤̞͓͙̠ ̠̝̙ͅs͚͎̙̜̗uc͚̼ͅh̭̞͈̥͟ ̬̥̜̬̪͍͝a͈̪̹̱̜ͅ ͉̯͈̪̞̼̭ṣ̸̮͙͉̳ͅi͏̱̟͉̜͇l̫l̗̝̻̗y͉̖̦̰ ̮̰͠t̮̱̥h̭̩̯̘̫̖i̭̯̭n̥̕g̥̳̬͍̘ ̳̝̫̟̣o̦̯̖̪̭f̭̻̩͕͉̬͡ͅ ̦͎̪͘t̥͙̣̝h͔̲̭̺̙e̞̦e̙͈̬̪̘. ❞

[zofiablooded]

@vallitemonarch has Mila’s protection.

✙ | “You’re a prince of two nations? Huh...I can only imagine how you must feel, being the beacon like this. Oh! Forgive me. It’s not right of me to speak about how you fare in your world...” Little did they know, Celica herself is the long-lost princess of Zofia, Antheise.

[lakeblessed]

@vallitemonarch ♥’d the starter call.

“Hello. Do you have a minute to spare?” It was a bit of a rhetorical question as the young woman was hoping that he would always have time for her. A lot happened in the past. Her world, once broken, had changed forever and only now her thoughts were starting to take shape, thanks to all the people around her, including him. “I know it may sound silly, given that I am not particularly fond of sentiments... or, I should say, I am not quite used to expressing my emotions properly. But I would like to thank you. You and your family. For everything you’ve done for me, even when you didn’t have to.”

[siderealsmoke]

@vallitemonarch

Shrouded by the mist, the ambiance that surrounds the Dragon Gate is like that of a graveyard. Grey, silver, black, all chilled to the bone by incessant fall of the rain from a sky colored the same shade of gloom. 

It is as if, in it’s own way, the world knows, and grieves the loss of all those come and gone.

Yet, as with all things, the world cannot remain trapped in it’s veil of mourning. The slate of the Dragon Gate’s chiseled marble is rather suddenly awash with a pale blue, light radiating outward from within. A faint humming noise, getting exponentially louder, warbles through the air, shaking the very fabric of space and time with the amount of pure magic it exuded, heralding the arrival of someone, or something, through it.

This doesn’t last. The magic warps, turning a sickly, pale green, and from the center of the portal, a figure tumbles. Twisted at her waist, with her hair and hand flowing behind her in a gesture extended as if she was tossing something, there is a moment where time seems to slow. The air shudders and rumbles, the green glow sinks in upon itself, and with a strange sound that can only be compared to the earth itself gasping for air, the magic detonates.

Marble, injured woman, and the earth the gate itself are all together tossed outward, debris suddenly raining from the sky. Limp body hitting the dirt, chunks of marble and soil cascade down around the woman, burying her from sight. 

The earth shudders one last time, and then, silence returns, and the mist settles back in, draping the blanket of grief back over the land.

[hitoriomcu]

@vallitemonarch

❁ | It was a simple errand, and yet the real world where two kingdoms lie have targeted her, Reynold, and Felicia as traitors. She made sure to conceal herself with a cloak before heading out. Although she has returned safely to the Astral Plane, Azura couldn’t help but wonder what’s different about this place. It was a cinch, but the songstress had a strange feeling that something’s changed. 

Entering the gates of Reynold’s castle, she had two bags of supplies, though Felicia wasn’t too far behind with this. It took great caution to not draw any attention to her and the maid, for they had to make sure they weren’t spotted by anyone who were on the hunt for them. (Especially Reynold, since he was the beacon between both Hoshido and Nohr families.) “Hm?” Golden irises squint at the figure afar, she could’ve sworn it was the dragon prince himself. “Is that...?” Holding the bags close to her chest, Azura walks closer, wondering if it was the same Reynold she had met a few moments ago.