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Logs onto tumblr

Checks the Stahl tag

Unsurprisingly not much has changed since the last time i logged in TT__TT but this time i see an ai artist posing as a sketchbook artist -___- like stfu wym 'here's an old doodle i made in 2017^^'

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wasnt planning on drawing anytjing for valentines day but figured it's been so long since ive drawn stahlbin anyway :d

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approaching ferox, pt. 1

a quick drabble to ease back in

this is all i can offer for now 🫴

(part 1 of 2)

Winter in Regna Ferox is perpetual.

A frigid breeze passes over them, their surroundings blanketed in pristine white. The Shepherds had been traveling further to the North without a hitch when they had been ambushed by a horde of Risen. 

The skirmish against those numbers caused them to scatter across the field by dusk – it had concluded by evening as she predicted. In order to provide ample time for them to recuperate, they are set to reunite in the closest village within two days. If there are any Shepherds that do not make contact by then, a search will be conducted.

And so Robin finds herself glancing out the window of an abandoned stone house, observing the snowflakes as they flutter downwards. The fire from inside illuminates the ones closest to it, and in her vision it's as though they're almost glowing. Silent, crystalline, floating – they are beautiful, especially so against the vignette created by the fire, in front of a backdrop of stars dotting the sky.

But she is not used to such climate in spite of preparation. The winter in Ylisse is not as harsh. She thought her extra clothing would provide enough warmth, but it is only just enough so she does not shiver.

At least the ethereal expanse of white provides solace.

"Is it your first time seeing land covered in snow?"

He had woken up.

"Yeah. This is the first time in my memory. It's beautiful, although I'd imagine living in perpetual winter is rather difficult."

"In the towns we passed by, winter is longer for them. They stock up plenty of fuel and game during the fall. Seeing how much they store, I do not think living in constant winter is good for my appetite."

She laughs, and it ends up aggravating the wound on her abdomen.

"...Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Injured?"

"You winced when you laughed just now."

"I should have known better than to hide it from you."

"May I check it?"

There is a warmth that radiates from his fingers, though she may be mistaken and it could just be the fire.

"Do you always carry those with you?"

"It's a habit from before I was even a squire."

Her smile amplified the warmth.

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Robin could not have calculated how the trek towards the village could be made without a hitch. They carried gear designed to keep them warm and dry, but navigating snow past the knees without proper probes was a nightmare.

The pair had fashioned makeshift probes to help them gauge the surface, but the solution was not foolproof enough.

One misstep on an uneven, slippery surface led to her tumbling in the snow. 

There was a sheet of ice the probe did not catch. She had gotten exhausted from trudging in the snow. All the reasons came to her the moment she slipped. But never mind that.

Gravity pulled her forward and she braced herself to protect her head, squeezing her eyes shut as the surface began appearing closer and closer.

She'd heard him call out her name. In a blur, she felt a familiar scent enveloping her, a gloved hand cradling her head, as they dove into the snow, their bodies dragged downwards. The sheer amount of snow helped cushion the impact.

Robin was the first one to register that they were no longer tumbling down. Her eyes fluttered open to his still chest. Her hand went to brush his shoulder.

Something in her throat when she didn't see any movement. Her breath hitched.

Then she saw his chest rise and fall when he registered that the momentum had ceased. He was out of breath from having held it so long. Cheeks red.

I was worried, the thought lingered.

"I'm not hurt anywhere," he reached out to cradle her face. His thumb gently massaged her face. It was tense, as though it might have been knotted into a frown without her realizing. 

"You promise?"

"Yeah," Stahl's eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile. "But our clothing got wet."

"I suppose that's what happens when we dive into the snow."

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I got vgen now, so I'm opening up some portraits. Feel free to take a look 😌 Shares are greatly appreciated!

LINK

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More stahlbin vampire au but w m!robin

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sorry this image came on my feed and i couldn't help but to bring back vampirism stahlbin

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tosses a bone to the hungry stahlbin fans

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been thinking about this abandoned 10 yr old stahlbin fic a lot

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do you do commissions?

Not anymore 😭 sorry

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Hi! Just writing to say I bought some of your art during otakuthon last year (fellow stahl enjoyer!!) and I was just wondering if you'll also have a table this year? Or if not do you have a shop? I always have my eye out for hubert or henry art since they're rare to find nowadays xD

Feel free to ignore these questions (no pressure!) and hope you have a great day :)

TYSM FOR UR SUPPORT

and to answer ur question i won't know until later this yr! applications just now opened and it might take a while to receive results. but i'll be sure to announce if im tabling this yr

as for online shop LOLL i was hoping to finally open my online store this yr but im still trying to do some research to see what works best

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How do you think Stahl and Morgan (in-game) bond? 👀

They talk about the most mundane things. Their conversations tend to be all over the place. Having a father with whom to talk about all sorts of mundane things is rather overlooked.

It's a hidden joy, especially for Morgan. Someone you can talk about your day with, someone you're comfortable sharing about the bad days with.

There's nothing in particular you need to bring up when talking to him — if they want to talk, he talks about what he can.

What Morgan doesn't learn on his own, Stahl is there to teach him, especially life skills. He's a jack-of-all-trades (as long as they aren't about arcana, really) and is well-adjusted to different environments. Learning things gives Morgan joy. They sometimes turn these into competitions, like who cleans the fastest or who can eat the most greens during dinner.

They bond even when Morgan makes mistakes or has spats with the others, even with him, although it's rare.

Stahl is there to comfort him, in case of an accident, or gently admonish him, if it's something he thinks Morgan needs chiding for, such as the pranks on his mother. (Although part of him enjoys the ones where he makes Robin sneeze.)

He is rather steadfast when it comes to dealing with children whenever he needs to be.

Morgan opens up about his worries to Stahl and I feel like he'd be comfortable enough to share them frequently. There are some things you are unable to tell your mother, after all.

The simplest perspective often has the most value and, knowing Stahl, his constant presence already does a lot.

When you're so young, you sometimes feel insignificant and small. You sometimes think that the only way you'll ever feel significant is if you bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. Especially when something like a war just seems so out of control.

(He knows this very well because Robin had told him the same back then, and Morgan is a lot like his mother.)

But Stahl is also a wonderful reminder that anyone can be great in their own capacity, and he can be the voice of reason whenever he thinks that Morgan is pushing himself too hard — a trait of his own that he observes in his son.

He shares his own experiences, times when he was still a neophyte to the Shepherds, the life he had before, and sometimes Robin's own silly mistakes, so his son wouldn't feel so alone and burdened to be so perfect.

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Stahl dump from a few months

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i like to imagine that stahl and robin's relationship was very pure at first.

they have to overcome many things just to have sex for the first time. both of them are healthy but it's just hard for them to bring themselves to it. especially since stahl is so nervous about hurting robin because of how much he loves her.

they have a similar goal of pleasing the other and it turns them into wrecks so nervous that it takes a while for robin in particular to get aroused, even though she feels that she wants to have sex with him.

it takes them so long to ease each other's nerves about it, too. they've seen each other naked several times by this point and have prepared thoroughly, but still can't bring themselves to it. they just lie down next to each other naked.

eventually, and finally, they get past it. it's not as mind-blowing as many people make it out to be, but there's just the satisfaction of feeling the warmth of another person who really, really loves you. realizing that you created this reaction of them being aroused, and they're also making you feel a similar way.

it becomes very easy for them to get in the mood compared to when they first expressed wanting to do it. and now, when they're alone, the likelihood of them having sex is pretty high. they find opportunities to be alone every once in a while.

bonus: when robin finds it difficult to ease her nerves, stahl knows a particular plant that helps with this and asks her to take it when they're about to have sex.

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Stahl content in 2025??? omg thank you so much for the meals Stahl has been my #1 husband since i played the game 8 years ago i cried finding your blog dfghjkl;

LOLL THANKS

always happy to hear about others who love stahl ;w;

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daycare teacher stahl giving a very touch-starved single mother robin her own share of headpats 😭 and imagine he does it out of habit the first time and it gets robin so flustered but she realizes she doesn't hate it after all

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young stahlbin (short)

insp

brief mentions of wounds

She had come here asking for remedies and rubbing oils.

Stahl observes the young girl across the counter. Her face is obscured by a plain black hood, though the ends of her hair that frame her cheeks remain visible.

Pure white. He thinks it'll be pretty under sunlight.

Bottles and pouches of herbs line the basket she gave him. He places it on the counter along with the change, not missing the way she reacts to the strong scents of the medicines, and reads the record aloud to make sure she has everything.

He sees a small smile form on her lips as she nods.

"That's everything. Thank you," the girl responds, a hint of an accent in the way she speaks. She reaches out to take the basket.

Earlier, Stahl noticed that she had a thin fabric carefully wrapped around one of her hands. Now that he has taken another look, he notices faint traces of red and yellow underneath.

She tries to curl her hand, but winces. Instead, she prepares to hold the basket with the other.

"Wait," Stahl manages to interrupt her before she leaves, and he almost sighs in relief when she stops to listen to him. "Do you have anything for your wound?"

There is a hint of alarm on her face before she shakes her head. She looks around and lowers her voice to a whisper. "No, I don't."

Is it such a wound she is not allowed to show other people? More than that, he's worried about the hidden wound getting infected and further complicating things for her.

"Can I see? ...You don't have to show me everything, if that's what you're worried about."

A moment of hesitation passes before she accepts. She peels back the top of her dressed wound.

The skin is tender, a few spots raised. There are areas where it is redder. It is likely sore to the touch and the cause of her being unable to use her hand.

The marks almost look like lacerations from how small they are. If there is a pattern, he can't recognize it based on what he currently sees — just a small curve.

He rushes back to where the burn ointments and dressings are, pocketing one of each before 'bringing her the change,' an excuse he comes up with when asked by his bantering family why he's in such a hurry.

Hopefully, they don't ask him about the missing items later. If they do, he'll just have to take the scolding.

"Would you like me to dress it for you?" The jar is now resting on the counter.

Palm up, Stahl gently places his hand on the table. The hooded girl allows her hand to be taken in his.

He tries to keep his hands as light as he can while working through such wounds. The dressings are delicately unwrapped little by little. Stahl apologizes when he makes her flinch, and he begins to treat it.

He catches the way her face subtly changes when the soothing ointment is spread on her hand.

Looking at all of it, the wound appears deliberate. There is a hint of a pattern, but it's not fully formed on her hand to be recognizable. It's incomplete, as though the process wasn't seen through.

It's something she didn't want to show others, so this secret is as good as his, now. He tells himself to not ask questions in spite of his curiosity.

"Some of these still might leave scars," Stahl mentions as he begins to redress her hand. "But for most of them, they'll gradually fade."

"Your hands," the girl speaks, still observing the way he wraps the light fabric around her hand. "They have plenty of scars themselves."

Her sudden interest in his hands makes him smile. "I'm alright! I'm training, you see."

"Training? Like fighting?"

"Yes!" Stahl's face glows when she mentions it. He shows her the calluses that formed from him learning how to wield his weapons. "To become a squire."

Abruptly, he hears an older woman call out in the direction of their shop.

Stahl misses it the first time. It might be a language he doesn't know. The second time, he tries to remember how she says it, because the hooded girl turns around.

Ru-fle.

Her name. It's one he doesn't immediately know how to spell, and he doesn't know how long he can remember it.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," she remarks with a hint of regret, remembering to take the basket with her other hand. "Thank you for treating my wound."

The girl walks away with a woman he presumes to be her mother, with the way she addresses her in the common tongue. They're both in cloaks that most Ylissian folk wear, although the hoods raised over their faces are rather uncommon.

He sees them disappear into the crowd. He hopes he can see her again soon.

For now, he'll have to prepare himself for his family's teasing. He had definitely kept her too long to simply just be giving change.