Size comparison!

can’t wait for the next chapter of book 5!!!

ok but what if they’re baby

~We’ve met again~

Just some couple pose drawing practice along with some new hair and skin coloring techniques.

Meme Queen: Hello fellow weeb.

Some rough doodles for my Fire Emblem Heroes fanfic, Desperate Decisions. Summer!Frederick and Kaze are very much overprotective mom friends, lol. 

In the top left you have a rough sketch of Hrungnir’s Heart, otherwise known as a Valknut or Odin’s Knot. It’s what appears when Irene (begrudgingly) makes the pact with Kaze at his request, bringing him under contract to have him serve within the Order of Heroes as her retainer/bodyguard.  

I changed Irene’s outfit and hair style a bit from how I usually have it, since her hair was already fairly close to one of the Avatars you could choose from in the game. It just looks more... punk now. XD The scar on her throat is from when Veronica’s Conquest!Xander straight up murdered her and Breidablik brought her back to life. 

(I’m messing around a lot with Norse mythology in this fanfic. So Baldr/Valkyries have a lot to do with the divine weapon’s powers outside of, you know, just summoning heroes) 

Local summoner continues to be insufferable

With all the Niftl and Muspell (and potentially Askr and Embla) stuff happening do you all think there could be a chance they could do something with the dragon that is mentioned in book 3?

FeH: Lif X Summoner/Reader "Save Yourself."

Based on the Book III chapter where Lif and Thrasir became puppets for Hel after their confrontation with Alfonse and co.

You were his Summoner. Unlike the other Summoner who hailed from the World of Steel, you were more experienced in the art of mastering heroes and the mysterious magic that surrounded the phenomenon. Blessed by the dragon god of creation, tasked into protecting the realms - you have served countless of worlds throughout different eras. You did not age, you did not question your tasks, you did not question destiny.

You made friends with your previous comrades, defeated tyrants and conquerors. You could argue that you have seen everything and have prepared for everything, as a summoner, as a hero, and as a tactician. You guided young Summoners and Heroes in other worlds whenever you had a chance - in a sense, you were a mentor, a comrade, and a friend. But when you found yourself in the World of Zineth, you thought that it was going to be the same cycle as it's always been.

You summoned heroes, you fought in battles, participated in this war as per request of your contractor... you eventually made new friends and comrades - but you never expected to fall in love.

For the first time in all of your lifetimes, you wanted a family. You wanted to marry. You wanted to leave this world of yours behind and start a new one with him.

But Death came and took him away from you. Hel couldn't touch you because your soul belonged to the divine dragon god of creation. To go against the dragon was asking for a conflict that she knew she could never win. You were told that you couldn't do anything about it. That you couldn't save them no matter what you did. But you couldn't forget, the guilty consciousness of failing them as a summoner, as a hero, and as a friend was swallowing you whole. Alfonse trusted and loved you, but you couldn't do anything but watch.

He believed you were dead just like the rest of them.

It broke your heart when you saw him in Hel's grasps wearing the black armor and those lifeless eyes of his. You saw it in his eyes as if you felt that you betrayed him by being alive. You served this other summoner as a hero and like other heroes, you can fight but the contract isn't the same when it comes to you. You were a summoner first, a Hero second.

When a Hero dies they can be revived by the summoner. But a summoner who dies was a different story. You were proficient in your magic and you were well versed with your knowledge of rites and runes.

You decided on your own punishment for abandoning the people you were supposed to protect as a summoner.

After Lif and Thrasir were defeated by Alfonse and his summoner, they've become nothing more but puppets without their souls. You didn't know why but you could feel their life somewhere within Hel's domain and began to think. The other summoner needed to reach Hel with the Breidablik you abandoned. They were insistent that since it was originally yours, you should kill Hel. But you declined and said: "I have my own part in this game. I will buy you time."

At first, they refused, not wanting to leave you behind. But they were young with so much ahead of them, they can have a future that you couldn't get because you were so dedicated to your summoner role. You wanted them to live. Prince Alfonse was hesitant to even agree. Eir didn't want to let you go a second time but you had no choice. You wanted to finish what you started, and proceeded to battle alone with a single sword.

Your destiny was right in front of you. You love Alfonse, you still do. And you wanted them to live no matter what. You didn't care about your future anymore - you had to make this work because you don't know what you'll do if it doesn't.

It was difficult facing both Alfonse and Veronica on your own, even when you were able to manage - you had one goal in mind. To live a life filled with regret, that's not living anymore. Your main focus was Lif, the Alfonse you love and still care for. You did your best to match his footwork and avoided his deathblows, dodging any attacks from Thrasir or Veronica who can kill you with her magic.

You were injured severely, they were about to leave you alone because Hel didn't need you dead. But you stubbornly stood up, Fólkvangr still in hand. "I have... nothing left to lose..." you mumbled under your breathe.

He was still in there. You know it. In silence, as you positioned yourself to attack, you prayed your message: "Alfonse. When you wake up things will be different again." The worlds will be different, everything will be different because you were willing to defy destiny for him. You were willing to defy your role for him. You were willing to sacrifice everything you had left for him.

You were relentless. Not giving him room to dodge, not giving him the space to breathe. Each blow was stronger than the last because you were giving more than what you were supposed to. Thrasir tried to stop you with her magic, but you nullified them with your own - runes always did outdid magic from other realms.

You had Thrasir where you wanted her, and you only need a little push for Lif to be where he should. Without any other choice, you forced yourself towards him - your blade against his - you could feel your soul being pulled out because of that cursed blade that Hel gave him. Forcibly, you had his sword fly away from his hand - knocking him off his feet and pressing Fólkvangr on the ground, just beside him.

You could feel Thrasir about to cast a spell, but you were too tired to do anything else and proceeded with your plan. "Save... yourself." You mumbled before his lifeless body pushed you away. It felt as if Hel saw the whole thing through his eyes.

Hel saw how you smirked.

When you landed on the ground, feeling every scrap of pain a human body could imagine - magic circles appeared below from where the two generals stood. You knew things would be different once it was all over. If you can't end Hel... then the other Summoner would. It is as it should be.

This was your choice, your punishment.

"...What... happened?" Thrasir turned to Lif who was puzzled himself. The last thing they both remembered was Alfonse and the other Summoner defeating them. And then what? "Alfonse...?"

Veronica called. The fallen Askran prince's gaze went to where Veronica was pointing - to see a body lying down on the ground. He knew those robes. "Y/n?" He couldn't believe it as he mumbled your name. "Y/n!" He called out again as he ran towards you and held you close.

But it was all done. There was nothing he could do. Your eyes were slightly open but he didn't need anyone else to tell him. You were already dead.

You were truly dead.

A little late since I finished him a week ago.

Getting him cost me more orbs than Ashe. But at least I got good Pity breaks out of it as well.

He works excellent as a mix phase thanks to his bulk and he can auto follow-up a long he's within two spaces of an ally. Yes Galeforce is perfect for him although I do plan on giving him Fatal Smoke since I sadly don't have Atk/Def Menace fodder. (I gave it to Ashe that's why.)

(Mod Toto) I was commissioned to make a summer alt for Azura! 

Because Summer can also be enjoying the clear view of the sky at night

Everything's Better With Pillows

Date Uploaded: 06/29/2021

Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes

Summary: Justine's brilliant idea to spend quality time with Silas involved building and some comforting cushions.

Genre: Fluff/Romance

Rating: General

Warnings: None

A/N: Apologies for not posting all that much on here- I’ve just been really busy. Anyways, this little drabble was based off of a prompt ask I got last month. Enjoy! ^^

"Are you sure this is a good idea?”, Silas nervously asked as he got to work on adjusting the tent pegs.

“Pfft, when are my ideas never good?”, Justine replied with a snarky smirk, setting down pillows on the wool blanket.

The knight rolled her eyes at her comment, recalling all the times Justine came up with a “good idea”. Of course, they never went well. But this time, the summoner was determined to make things right.

Now, what was her bright idea this time? Building a pillow fort.

The timing was pretty convenient, given that Justine was sent out on a mission to recover Lost Lore. The team that accompanied the summoner decided to set up camp in the forest. They were quite exhausted from their long trip and needed to hold off their energy until tomorrow.

While the other Heroes were enjoying their slumber, Justine and Silas got to work on their fort atop a hill. Anna wouldn’t mind if they used the extra pillows just for one night, would she?

“Aaaand, done!”, Justine cheered, amazed at the completed work. She gave her partner a congratulatory high-five before leaping into the tent. Silas chuckled as squeezed in next to the Summoner, enjoying the comfort of the lush pillows.

“I think this might be one of your best ideas yet, Justine.”, the knight beamed as he put his arm around her shoulder. The two of them then admired the brilliant stars that danced across the sky, feeling more protected now that they had each other...and their fort.

Miss Constance von Nuvelle...

🗡❓

(Mod Toto) Today is @wintermelonva and @mezio ‘s birthday! So I made some sprites of their avatars.

I hope this is the start of an amazing day for you!