honedblade a réagi à votre billet “//okay i’m drawing a thing, i did the base but i still don’t know...”

HEWWO

//they’re playing a game of chicken. ashe won.

a reminder to willow from lief that SHE IS SO GOOD AND WONDERFUL and LIEF LOVES WRITING WITH HER and HER FERDIE HCS ARE THE BEST ONES.

@honedblade / unprompted uwus !

lief u can just say u are thirsty for blacksmith ferdie,  it’s ok,  we all are 

u may not have 5 for sharena and that is okay but if u have any pls share the Biases

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

Fjorm

Hrid

Kiran

Veronica

Peony in progress lol

☾  ⁺  @honedblade​  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐚  𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫  . . . ›  ❛  Ward leans in from behind and whispers against Laslow's ear. "Happy day of devotion," he says, and kisses his neck, hugs his waist. "I hope you don't mind me spiriting you away for the day. I've hardly had you to myself at all recently, so I requested lord Xander give you the day and he agreed." Another kiss. "All that's left is for you to accept my invitation."  ❟

                              ( 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 )  𝐝𝐚𝐲  𝐨𝐟  𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  &  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

he isn’t expecting the warmth from another’s embrace, caught off guard when ward’s arms hug tight around his waist and leans in to whisper at his ear. laslow can’t help the little shiver that goes racing down his spine when he feels the kiss pressed to his neck, his nerves coming out in a soft, airy laughter when a second kiss trails against his skin.  ❛  milord must be feeling extra generous today, to be letting me spend the day with my beloved... how did you ever manage to catch him in such a good mood ?  ❜  

(  it’s probably better this way for xander, anyways, for laslow to take a quiet day off with ward rather than causing more trouble in the nearby town again.  )

❛  gods, now look what you’ve done !  i feel like a blushing maiden right now.  ❜  he turns around in the embrace, reaches up to toss his arms around ward’s neck and gives a thoughtful hum. laslow presses a gentle kiss to ward’s mouth before his next proposal, in hopes of sweetening the deal:  ❛  i hear the gardens are lovely this time of year... why don’t we go take a little romantic stroll together ?  just you and me.  ❜

honedblade replied to your post: “Do you ever just stare at Lorenz and wonder what...

breaking news but ferdie would absolutely let her give him a makeover and he’d praise her skill SO much

“Oh, Ferdie~ I was looking through my lipstick collection and there’s a dark red that I think would look amazing on you. Please say you’ll swing by my room later? I’ll also have a think of how to style your hair... So many possibilities...”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” FROST LOVES U NAT

[ x ]

     the compliment sends a flush through her cheeks, and for a moment she can’t help but to focus on the ground. it’s not like she’s never been praised before, but—there was something about it that was always so unexpected. especially coming from frost, who had spent most of the time she’d known him struggling to speak his mind.

    “if you keep that up, a girl might fall in love with you,” she laughed, forcing the rest of the blush away. ah, and what a lucky girl that would be. frost would make someone an excellent partner in the future. “and that’d be awkward for whoever you decide to court in the future.”

dark katya give me the forbidden huleth child

Name: Alastor von Vestra

Gender: male

General appearance: Shoulder length dark hair tied back that appears blue in certain lights. His eyes are hazel, and as an adult stands at 5′8″, shorter than both his parents. Whilst he has some tone to his arms and general muscle, it is usually well hidden by his style of dress, opting for at least semi-formal wear. Generally, he looks more of the bookish type. Should anyone try and take advantage of that, they’ll soon learn just how much of Byleth’s swordplay he inherited.

Personality: Alastor is generally a quiet boy, preferring to watch the world go by rather than speaking his thoughts on it. It isn’t that he is shy as opposed to opting not to speak without purpose. Whilst appearing soft, he can get more riled up in a spar or a fight, an intensity behind his blade. Otherwise, he lives in his sketchbook, occasionally popping up to start getting overly curious about Hubert’s work.

Special talents: Water colours, pencil art, swordplay.

Who they like better: Hubert, mildly.

Who they take after more: Byleth

Personal headcanon: Despite appearing to exist in his own world, Alastor is actually incredibly observative, which becomes clear the moment anyone were to look in his sketchbook. He sketches with such detail that it’s clear he absorbs information on everything he looks at, with a near perfect visual memory should he not have time to record his surroundings in the moment.

kiss ear from byleth :3c

Work has kept Hubert chained to his desk for much of the last several days. He’s left it only for brief bouts of restless sleep on the sofa in the same room. When the door opens, he isn’t entirely surprised. He doesn’t look up, he doesn’t have to. In a crowd of dozens, he could pick out Byleth’s footsteps with ease. Hubert’s quill continues moving across the parchment even as those footsteps trail up to the desk and around it to stop at his side. 

“My apologies for not greeting you at the gates,” he says. “I take it your mission was successful then?” It had seemed a simple matter when he had reviewed the information with Byleth before he had left nearly a week ago. Simple, but rather far away. Hubert’s talents hadn’t been required, so he had remained behind. A sensible choice. And yet, there’s a rush of relief that washes over him. 

But his attention remains on his work. There is so much to be done. His quill only stills when a hand alights on his shoulder, when another gently brushes back his hair, when lips press to the shell of his ear. A slight shiver goes through him and he lets out a shuddering breath. He reaches up slowly, hand covering Byleth’s on his shoulder. “Give me a moment, I’m nearly done. I’ve missed you. Once I finish this, you have my word that I will welcome you back properly, my darling.” 

@honedblade​ || One-liner Starter Call           Morgan

          “Tell me, my child. The magic coursing through your veins... how strong is it? Or have you yet to discover the answer to that yourself...?”

unprompted. / @honedblade

"I don't mean- I don't mean to be, er, rude," The redheaded man wrings his hands nervously, "But, I- are you Olberic Eisenberg?" He looks unsure of himself, almost scared, like speaking to a phantom.

Olberic isn’t used to being recognised by his appearance. Most only realised who it was when he told them. He’d never been one to attend events and the like much, so he supposes it makes sense that what he looks like isn’t terribly known.

So immediately, that gives him reason to be apprehensive - especially considering the common rumour is that he perished alongside Hornburg. But perhaps they have already spoken to someone else who told them.

“ ... Aye. ” He says, with a slight nod of his head.

He cannot help the hand that rests at his hip, close to the hilt of his sword.

“ What of it? ”

Ashe peeks into Sylvain's room and waves. "Hi," he says, "It's a little early, but I've been making Valentines cookies for the whole class, and yours are ready with the latest batch, Sylvain!" He holds the little bag of sweets out. "I know it's generally a day focused on couples, but since I don't have anyone like that i thought I should remind my friends how important they are instead." He offers a sweet smile(pre-relationship academy ashe for u)

“Hey!” He immediately replied when he heard the younger’s voice, getting up from his desk to welcome Ashe at his door. He chuckled when he accepted the offered gift, peeking inside with a smile still on his lips.

“Aaaaw, and here I thought you came to confess your undying love for me with homemade chocolate! Direct hit, Ashe! You just broke my fragile and poor little heart!” He dramatically put the hand holding the cookies, on his heart, the other on his head, acting heart-broken.

But of course he quickly abandonned said act to finally taste one of the cookie and he couldn’t help but let a small yummy from escaping him. “Thank you for thinking about me, Ashe. That’s really sweet of you, as sweet as your cookies, they’re delicious! I guess I’ll have to find something to offer you, in return, next month right?”

He then started another cookie, grinning in thanks as a ruffled the boy’s hair.

“ yes,  my horse is indeed a courser !  not many would be able to recognize so on sight alone ----- i am impressed !  actually,  i was just about to practice some gait work with her.  would you like to join me with your steed ? ”

@honedblade​ ( ingrid ! )    liked for a starter

@honedblade​ [x]

“Ashe, Ashe! Where’s our cat, I haven’t seen him all day, today! You think he got into troubles again??”

"Dimitri." Byleth is holding a small parcel. "I heard it was your birthday." He holds it out awkwardly, "I didn't think you would want anything extravagant but I wanted to get you something so, uh, here. It's just an empty journal. I find writing out my thoughts helps me when I'm feeling frustrated or overwhelmed." He looks away "I know you don't always feel happy to be here, but. I'm glad you're here with us, Dimitri."

     well. this was probably the most awkward gift-giving he had been a part of. but he doesn’t let it show, instead giving him a smile he was fairly confident was appropriate for it. 

    ”thank you, professor,” he said, carefully taking it and then unwrapping it, flicking through the pages for a moment. ”i will…keep that in mind.” for maybe a moment. it was a nice journal, but he had never been a writer at the best of times and- well. writing down what was in his head wasn’t a good idea. dangerous, even. but he appreciated the gesture. 

    he put it aside, and reached over his desk to pull out a book. “i got you something too. this is a book on the countries outside of fodlan- as up to date as i could manage, and written by someone from dagda,” he smiled slightly. “so no fodlani bias there. i figure, you can use it to plan where you’d like to go someday.” 

A small vase of red tulips is on Dimitri's desk, along with a note, which reads "I know it's not much, but I'll see you tonight. I'm stopping work early today and I'll be yours for the evening. Thank you for being such a light, Dimitri. I don't know where I'd be without you- I love you. -Byleth"

( Day of Devotion || ACCEPTING ) 

HIS beloved’s red tulips sat quietly on his desk yet it did not go unnoticed. It was a breath of color amidst the spilled ink, paperwork, and clutter in his desolate study. Throughout the day, Dimitri could not help but look up to catch a glimpse of the gift’s warm hues – just as much as he couldn’t help smiling every time he caught sight of them. 

He picked up the note that sat beside the blossoms and read it one more time – twice, thrice, a hundred more. 

Evening surely wasn’t coming soon enough…. @honedblade​

@honedblade​, frost!

     “...it must be nice having your siblings around.” she dropped her book onto her chest, and her gaze grew distant for a moment, catching the sound of the blacksmith’s hammer on the wind. it was funny how similar they were; children and siblings of blacksmiths, born and raised in fherdiad, orphans that ended up in the hands of the goddess- but frost, at least, had arrived at garreg mach with his brothers.

    sergei was so far away, despite the letters and gifts they sent practically each week. and she missed him, missed being able to talk to her baby brother in person. maybe she could take a few weeks to go visit him...but for now, there was just the pain of missing him.

    “i’m thinking of taking a trip to fherdiad. maybe you’d like to come with me?”