Fire Emblem Warriors Three Hopes - Tumblr Posts
Help I’m doing thoughts.
Three Hopes Spoilers so, beware of that!
So I’ve been thinking, What would’ve happened if Shez didn’t realize Epimenides/Arval was after them? Would they have been destroyed or would there have been time for the House Leaders to save them? If Shez was killed, and the House Leaders managed to get out of Zahras, how would the House Leader for your forces break the news to your allies? Would Byleth take it heavily, or be barely phased? Would Sothis rejoice, or grieve? What about the character Shez gave the Merc Whistle to? How do you think they’d react?
But more importantly would you think Shez would meet their end painlessly or while suffering? Would the house leaders fight till the end to save them, or realize it was a lost cause and try and make their getaway?
Based off this post… here’s some of my own concepts (you don’t have to agree with me, thats just how I see the situation.)
Shez being lost to Epimenides would NOT be painless, it would almost be like watching someone be torn in half, it’d be agonizing and a slow death.
Almost as if both their life and power was being drained out of them, and once their body is nothing more then a husk- Snap.
Shez’s body crumbles into a heap, pale and with the life drained from their eyes, limbs twisting in ways they shouldn’t be twisted.
While the house leader you chose rushes to Shez’s side, the other two attack Epimenides before they can become too powerful.
Despite frantic searching the house leader aiding Shez can’t find anything to indicate their still alive, and leave them on the ground, helping the other two leaders be rid of Epimenides.
Once the trio get out of Zarhas, your house leader has to break the news to your army.
The most affected in the Black Eagles (Disregarding the Merc Whistle) would be Hubert, Bernie, Caspar and Linhardt. (I imagine the others would push grief aside to focus on the war, but these four would be the most visibly shaken up) The only reason I add Hubert to this list is because of his and Shez’s A support, where Hubert expresses concern for Shez turning against them. At first he would attempt to pass it on as Shez truly turning against them, and Edelguard needing to kill them to survive, but once Edelguard relays the full details of what occurred in Zarhas to Hubert, he realizes Shez never turned on them, and starts to be more upset by the incident. (I like writing characters who are normally stone faced while emotionally vulnerable, could you tell?)
Of the Blue Lions, All of them would take the hit hard. Most wondering if they could’ve done something to keep this course of action from occurring, Ashe would wonder if he really did the right thing, not showing Shez the letter. Felix and Ingrid feeling as if they just lost someone close to them all over again (a little bit of a bias… I imagine Shez has a sibling-like relationship with Felix and Ingrid)
The Golden Deer… Oh the Golden Deer. They would not take this well at ALL. Few would be dead set on figuring out who caused this, who was behind what sent Shez to an early grave. Ignatz doesn’t know how to handle the immense grief he holds, and vents his emotions into his art. Leonie, Lysithea, Hilda and Marianne regret not cherishing the time they had with Shez before it ran out. Lorenz cannot shake the feeling he failed to protect an ally and the others handle the grief well, compared to the others.
Thats the end of my pain talk… If you wanna write about my dumb idea, tag me!
Help I’m doing thoughts.
Three Hopes Spoilers so, beware of that!
So I’ve been thinking, What would’ve happened if Shez didn’t realize Epimenides/Arval was after them? Would they have been destroyed or would there have been time for the House Leaders to save them? If Shez was killed, and the House Leaders managed to get out of Zahras, how would the House Leader for your forces break the news to your allies? Would Byleth take it heavily, or be barely phased? Would Sothis rejoice, or grieve? What about the character Shez gave the Merc Whistle to? How do you think they’d react?
But more importantly would you think Shez would meet their end painlessly or while suffering? Would the house leaders fight till the end to save them, or realize it was a lost cause and try and make their getaway?
The Ashen Demon
Something quick just to get Antagonist!Byleth out of my system
If Byleth is wrong I don't wanna be right
behold! a token effort!
i have assignments but i had to draw some of the eagles' new designs bc AHH
golden deer girls doodles, idk if i like them but i dont have time to make anything better ;-;
Little doodle of three hopes linhardt
few3h doodles i made at my boyfriend's place on his pc~
i've been spending most of my time on artfight atm, so i haven't had much time to draw stuff for fire emblem or double life ;-; (I'm still super behind on revenge aaagh)
The Restless Vestra
Fire Emblem Siblings Week Day 2: Fears
Length: Best guess is around 1200 words.
Rating: E for Everyone.
Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked. Oswald lay under his blankets, staring through the half open doorway into the empty hall beyond. The clock was the only thing making any noise. Well, if you discounted the creaks the house kept making. They happened every now and then when he started to relax. He knew they were just caused by the wind, but that didn't mean he had to like them. He turned and looked out his window, and saw a bat flutter past in the moonlight. His brother had once told him that if a bat bit you, you could go mad. Which had left Oswald a bit leery of them, but also mighty curious.
He lay back down, tapping his foot up and down on the bed. He just wanted to sleep, but his body said no. And lying here was boring. Boring, but what else could he be doing? He couldn't read, because he wasn't allowed to light candles unsupervised. He still blamed the cat for the burn mark on the parlor rug, but rules were rules. Rules could also be broken, but he would have to find matches, and that meant venturing out into the dark, wide house.
He got off his bed and crept slowly over to the doorway. He peered out. There was no sound besides the clock ticking, and of course, the creaking. At least this creaking was quieter. He looked right, and then left, and saw nothing except closed doors and shadows. He was incredibly bored in his room, but he decided his mom would kill him if he stole matches. Well, maybe he could sneak a snack. She probably wouldn't be too mad about that. He slid one slippered foot and then another into the hallway, staring over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on a particularly dark shadow near his mother's room.
Walking one way and looking another isn't the best way of getting around. Especially when you step on something wet.
He stared down in dismay. It seemed to be a small animal. A mouse? Or a bat?! What if it was still alive and bit him so he went crazy, like Hubert had said? He backed away from it. He wasn't sure what to do.
Well, who better to ask for advice and a light than Hubert himself? Assuming he was awake. Oswald didn't know what time it was, and didn't want to rouse him, because he might get angry.
He quietly stepped over to his brother's door, trying not to shy from the shadows nearby. He put his ear to it. All was silent within. He didn't even hear the scratch of Hubert's quill. So he was asleep. Oswald hesitated. Who better to wake, his brother or his mother?
The door opened. Oswald yelped.
"Hush! What are you upset about?" said Hubert, his tall figure framed in candlelight.
"I didn't think you were awake," Oswald whispered. "But listen- I think I stepped on a dead mouse over there."
Hubert raised his eyebrows. Then he slipped past him and out into the hallway, where he crouched down in one swift motion beside the small, dark thing on the floor. Oswald watched him from the doorway.
Hubert looked at it for a few seconds, then scooped it into his hand and came over to Oswald. As he approached, the candlelight crept onto his grim expression.
"Hand," he said.
"Huh?" said Oswald.
"Hand!" Hubert whispered harshly, gesturing at him.
"No!" Oswald said, but seeing Hubert's face, he complied and held it out.
Hubert dropped the wet thing onto it.
Oswald uttered a quiet yell, turning his face away. Then he turned it back to look at the thing in his hand. It was a cat toy.
He looked up at Hubert, who was shaking with tiny chuckles.
"Very funny," said Oswald. "I can't see in the dark, I didn't know what it was!"
"Well, you didn't bother to look very closely, did you? Ah, well. Seems this fellow's had a swim in the water dish." Hubert tossed the toy back into the hallway, against the wall this time so it wouldn't find another foot. "Come on, before we wake Mother." He pushed against Oswald's back so he went inside, then shut the door behind them.
He went to his desk and sat down. Oswald came and stood beside him.
"You can sit," said Hubert, waving at his bed. Oswald got on it, and sat looking at him, kicking his legs.
"So, why were you stumbling around in the dark like a blindfolded monkey?"
Oswald huffed. "I can't sleep."
"Ah," said Hubert. "And why, pray tell?"
Oswald shrugged. "I don't know. Just not tired enough, I guess."
"I see." He picked up his quill with one hand, and one of the many papers on his desk with the other.
"What are you doing? Something boring?"
"Yes."
"Do you wanna do something else?"
"No."
Oswald looked down at his feet, and kept kicking them.
Hubert leaned back in his chair. "What did you have in mind?"
"Oh! Uh. Nothing, I guess. I don't know. -Do bats really make you go mad, Hubert?"
Hubert let out a laugh. "Where did that come from? Yes, getting bit by one can give you an unpleasant mind altering disease. Can. Not necessarily will. But I don't know why you bring it up." He watched Oswald for a few seconds. "Are you just going to sit there, then?"
"Well...I don't know. Wait." He smiled hesitantly. "Will you read me a story?"
Hubert looked at his papers, then pushed them away. "Aren't you a little old for that?" He was already getting up and turning to his bookshelf.
Oswald kicked his legs again, this time out of happiness. "No," he said. "Well, maybe, but I still want one."
"Then move over, or do you want to make me sit on the floor?"
Oswald scurried to the side of the bed, letting Hubert sit down and stretch his long legs down the quilt. He opened the book, and Oswald huddled up against him. Hubert sighed.
"What are you, a little child?"
"No," said Oswald, clutching Hubert's arm so he couldn't escape. Hubert shook his head. He put his arm around his brother and read to him awhile, until he fell asleep. When he did, with his head resting against Hubert's side, Hubert rose from the bed. He carefully pulled the quilt down and then over him, sneaking off his slippers at the same time. He tucked him snugly, then looked at him for a moment. He smiled to himself.
"Good night, Oswald," he murmured. He went back to his desk, where he himself fell asleep soon after.
Day 3: Secret/Bedtime
Lambert is an imp.
I decided to post them unfinished except Shez because I love purple and thought she would look fun colored.
I was in dire need of both Rufus fan art and a mood booster so this was both. :)
Even though I don't really use her much but I dig her hopes design. Happy birthday
It's quicker and easier to eat your young
Don't you want to dance like old times?
Dimitri sketch I did for fescuffle
Thinking about the flowers you gave me
The roses inspiration comes from @dilydilydily-fe
Thinking about the flowers you gave me
The roses inspiration comes from @dilydilydily-fe
Sorry but I fully abandoned this piece but it’s good enough to post so drop on ya