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Soren got himself a new man >:3
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ike!
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enbyleighlines · 11 hours
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that Emblem Ike trailer for FEH was a rollercoaster and a half.
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enbyleighlines · 19 hours
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Daien Prince Soren AU (It's silly)
a little idea of a daien prince soren au where his uncle isn't captured and instead disguises himself as a beorc assassin to slowly get to murder the King so he can save his nephew and sister.
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also Ike is a royal retainer for Soren. Because it's cute.
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enbyleighlines · 23 hours
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A wip of something. Poor Soren. He just wanted to take stock of the supplies in the camp.
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A redo of an old comic I made on deviantart. I decided on Ike's Lord outfit since I hardly see that one used. I love these guys so much lol.
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I had the honor to be part of the @telliusbigbang and got to draw Elincia and Lucia for sailorartemis' fic alongside Jackie! ^^
This was my first time participating in such an event so im happy how everything turned out!!
check out the fic here, its very sweet :3c
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Family, Found (prt 1)
An informal drabble for my modern with magic Witchfest AU about Soren and Micaiah's childhood
(In this AU, Soren and Micaiah are both fostered by Stefan. Also, the Branded can shift into something in-between a laguz's human form and beast/bird/dragon form, but they only shift when experiencing strong emotions, and they have a hard time controlling the transformations.)
Drabble under the cut:
This wasn't the direction Stefan thought his life would take.
Though, to be fair, he never was one for planning for the future. Rather, he coasted through his life like tumbleweed, allowing the circumstances of an uncaring universe to blow him where it may. What was the point of putting down roots in any one place? He knew it would never last. Fate was a fickle mistress, bestowing misfortune on him whenever it pleased her.
Such was the cards he was dealt, cursed for the illicit love affair that begot his bloodline.
Like many of his kind, he never knew his parents. They abandoned him, left him for dead, when he was only an infant. Except, instead of dying, Stefan was found, brought in from the chill of the winter night, to the lukewarm care of the foster system.
But that was the past. Upon turning eighteen, Stefan resolved to forget about it all, to move on and never look back. He cut ties with everyone he had known. His hope was to become untraceable.
The universe never did care about what he wanted.
A man by the name of Sardo reached out to him, one of Stefan's former foster fathers. Stefan remembered him to be cruel, authoritarian, and deathly afraid that Stefan's identity as a Branded would be revealed. Sardo feared the judgment he might receive for agreeing to foster a half-breed.
Over the phone, he apologized to Stefan. His words were awkward and stilted, yet they seemed sincere.
Against his better judgment, Stefan heard the man out.
A new child had recently been placed in Sardo's care. She was bright, inquisitive, and uncannily perceptive for her young age. The details of her short life before entering the foster system were bizarre, to say the very least.
Previously, she had been in the care of a elderly woman named Prisca Clark. The two lived alone in a modest house in a small town called Salvation, located in the southern plains of the Salmo region. Ms. Clark was well loved in the tight-knit, religious community of Salvation. Though she had not lived there long, she was a gracious neighbor, attending services every Sunday, and frequently sharing vegetables from her garden with the members of the church. Her granddaughter was similarly adored and doted upon.
But then Ms. Clark died, and things got weird.
There was no record of Prisca Clark to be found anywhere. All the legal documents she possessed had been forged. The true identity of the girl — as well as her true relation to Ms. Clark — was unknown.
It caused a huge scandal. The local newspapers were speculating that Ms. Clark had kidnapped the little girl.
Sardo had a different theory. It didn't take him long to discover the strange mark on the girl's right hand, to realize what it meant. Like Stefan, the girl was Branded.
Her name, according to the forged birth certificate, was Micaiah.
At first, Sardo only wanted advice. He regretted how he treated Stefan, and he wanted to do better with Micaiah. Yet somehow, through no will of his own, Stefan wound up taking her in instead.
It was a poor decision. Stefan didn't know how to be a father. Yet Micaiah was a strangely low-maintenance child. Independent, patient, and seemingly wise beyond her years, she required almost no effort to look after.
Her true age was a mystery. According to the falsified documents, Micaiah was born on October 7th, and she was five years old. Stefan didn't know how accurate that was, but knowing that her aging would slow in adolescence, he decided to play it safe and claim she was four, waiting a year before enrolling her in kindergarten.
At first, Stefan worried that Micaiah might have trouble. She was an eerily calm child, so much so that she rarely shifted. Still, Stefan spent the summer coaching her to count her breaths whenever she started to lose control of her emotions.
It was a simple but effective tactic that had saved Stefan's hide many times in his childhood.
In the end, Stefan had nothing to fear. Micaiah continued to be a miracle child, making friends with the other kids and delighting the teachers with her inquisitive mind and good behavior. Many times, Stefan was commended for his role in raising such a well-mannered daughter.
Stefan accepted the praise, even though he knew that he didn't deserve it.
For two months, Stefan's life was surprisingly... pleasant. He prepared lunch for Micaiah in the mornings, took her to school, worked part-time at a deli, chatted with the other parents on the playground, and did other such mundane things. It felt like he was stuck in some strange suburban dream.
Then November came, and with it, another phone call that would drastically alter the course of Stefan's fate.
His name was Soren. At least, that was the name he was given.
They found him in a public park in Sienne, eating leftover picnic food from the garbage cans, and sleeping in the roots of the giant redwood trees.
The locals thought he was some unknown species of imp or gremlin, because they only ever caught glimpses of him in his shifted form.
It took weeks for him to be captured. They said he fought like an animal, lashing out at his rescuers with inhuman claws and a long, spiked tail. It was only once they subdued him that they discovered that he was no arcane beast, but a Branded child, who seemed to share blood with the rare black dragons of Goldoa.
Stefan agreed to take the boy under his care, and was glad when the truth of Soren's identity never made the newspapers.
It was for the best. Soren was the first known case of a Branded with dragon blood, and Stefan knew the poor, unlucky child would never know peace if the public learned of his existence.
Taking care of Micaiah did nothing to prepare Stefan for raising Soren. The boy was positively feral. He couldn't speak, didn't trust anyone, and was constantly shifting in and out of his draconic form. Between the horns upon his head, the webbed wings sprouting from his back, the claws, the fangs, and the patches of ebony black scales littered across his skin, Stefan couldn't blame the folks of Sienne for mistaking Soren for a demon.
Determining Soren's age was tricky. He was incredibly malnourished, so the pediatrician suspected that he was small for his age, but determined him to be about eight.
Micaiah was immediately fixated on her new foster brother, repeatedly trying to befriend him despite all of his hissing and defensive posturing. Stefan kept close watch over all of their interactions, afraid that Soren might actually hurt Micaiah. However, she remained respectful of his need for space, and slowly, day by day, she closed the distance between them.
It was impressive. Stefan knew Micaiah had a pacifying effect over others — he had sometimes even felt it for himself — but he was still amazed to see her work her magic on Soren.
In time, Soren was able to remain in his human form for most of the day, and no longer lashed out like a frightened stray.
Even then, though, Soren remained an aloof child. The next couple of years were spent teaching him to read, to speak, to behave like a civilized member of society. Soren proved to be a quick study. Despite his tragic beginnings, he was a clever boy, eager to learn, with a seemingly flawless memory.
However, when it came to behaving like a child, Soren was less enthusiastic about his lessons.
Stefan frequently took him to the park or down to the beach with Micaiah, but Soren refused to interact with the other kids, or even run around and play. He much preferred to kneel in the grass and look for insects.
He didn't immediately enroll Soren in public school, though. His ability to keep himself from shifting into his draconic form was improving, but far from perfect. Unlike Micaiah, who was frequently calm and content, Soren struggled with bouts of anxiety, which often resulted in an ill-timed transformation.
Stefan had learned to recognize the signs before it happened, but he couldn't do that if Soren started going to school.
So Stefan figured out how to home school Soren.
His days were no longer quite as easy. Soren was healing from some serious trauma, and Stefan was not qualified to help him. Of course, he wasn't working alone. Soren had a case worker, a speech-language pathologist, and a therapist, and Stefan relied on their expertise and support, but still, he felt like he was in way over his head.
And yet, Stefan persisted.
However, he eventually grew restless. Stefan wasn't used to staying in one place for so long. The need to travel became an unbearable itch, and soon Stefan spent nearly all of his free time thinking about all the places in the world he had yet to visit.
So he was grateful for the third call.
There was a Branded teenager in foster care in Nevassa named Petrine, Stefan was told, and they were struggling to find a suitable home for her. Petrine had a nasty temper, and kept shifting in order to intimidate her foster families into letting her do as she pleased. Prejudice against laguz and half-breeds were even stronger in Daein than in other beorc nations. With Petrine being unwilling to conceal her identity, it was nearly impossible to find anyone to take her.
Somehow, word had gotten around that Stefan was not only willing but happy to accept Branded children into his care. Additionally, Petrine was adamant about remaining in Daein, so Stefan was asked if he would be willing to relocate.
Perhaps all his hard work and perseverance had elevated him in the eyes of the universe.
It was with great glee that Stefan accepted.
Nevassa was nothing like any of the cities of Begnion. The climate was far harsher, with long, bitter winters, and damp, humid summers. The culture was also distinctly different. People were rougher around the edges, and less concerned with manners and traditions.
To Stefan's surprise, Micaiah thrived in Nevassa. He had worried that the change might be upset her, but in truth, she seemed to enjoy living in a larger city. She quickly made friends at her new school: Jill, Laura, and Fiona. But her closest friend was the boy that lived down the hall from their apartment, a serious-faced child who was also being fostered. His name was Sothe, and soon Sothe and Micaiah were inseparable.
The same could not be said for Soren. Stefan tentatively allowed him to try attending public school, at the behest of his new case worker.
Soren hated it. By then, on the cusp of turning 10, Soren was not only able to talk, he had a more advanced vocabulary than most adults, and he was very verbose in his scathing critiques of the public education system. Most of all, he resented that he was expected to socialize with his peers.
The long winters were also a problem for Soren. He was frequently fighting a cold or flu, and despite his hatred of public school, he hated skipping class even more. More than once, Stefan begrudgingly drove a sniffly, snotty Soren to school, only to have to pick him up an hour to two later, because he came down with a fever.
And then there was Petrine.
She was an odd addition to their unconventional little family. Petrine was fierce, proud, and prone to outbursts of anger. However, Stefan quickly came to an agreement with her. He didn't expect her to call him father or even like him, but she would respect his rules, which were only there to protect their collective safety and privacy. Additionally, Stefan allowed her a great degree of independence.
Even so, it was far from perfect. Petrine didn't care for Micaiah's multiple attempts to befriend her, and openly mocked Soren's gloomy personality and frail constitution. For that reason, Stefan encouraged Micaiah and Soren to interact with Petrine as seldom as possible.
At some point in their second year in Nevassa, Stefan bumped into Zelgius.
Truthfully, Stefan hadn't even recognized him. They were in the same foster family once, but Stefan had worked hard to purge memories of childhood from his mind. But Zelgius remembered, and once he began talking, Stefan began to remember, too.
Remembering was hard. Zelgius had been the first other Branded individual Stefan had ever met. For that reason alone, Zelgius had attempted to befriend him. But Stefan resented Zelgius.
Zelgius knew his family. He had a father, a mother, and siblings. He had memories of their names and faces. They had tried to raise him, even if in secret, not allowing his existence to be known to the outside world.
And yes, they hadn't treated him kindly, but Stefan hadn't cared about that, not back then. All he knew was that Zelgius had a family, and Stefan couldn't bear to look at him.
The jealousy had been too much for him to bear.
Stefan would have understood if Zelgius hated him for how he treated him when they were kids. He had ignored him, the same way countless others ignore their kind. But, strangely enough, Zelgius was perfectly cordial during their brief conversation.
Honestly, Stefan regretted that Zelgius wasn't openly hostile. And so, squirming with guilt, Stefan exchanged numbers with him, and promised to keep in touch.
Ridiculous. Stefan didn't keep in touch with anyone.
Or so he thought. But before long, Zelgius began coming over for dinner. Usually, they also ended up watching the game. They rarely had anything to talk about, but surprisingly, it wasn't that awkward.
Then again, Zelgius was usually distracted by Micaiah.
From their first introduction, Micaiah had latched onto Zelgius with almost religious fervor. And Zelgius, in turn, seemed to embrace his role as her newly minted uncle figure.
Perhaps it was because they were both descended from bird laguz. Stefan found it too amusing to ask questions.
And just like that, three years passed in Daein.
Micaiah continued to flourish, while Soren's immune system slowly acclimated to the environment. Petrine even eventually softened a little. But when it came time for her to graduate high school and move on to college, Stefan was more than ready for another change.
Soren and Micaiah had a collection of maps and atlases (most of them given to them by Zelgius), so this time, Stefan included them in his musings about where they would move next. Micaiah was upset at the idea, especially when she couldn't convince Zelgius to move with them, but Soren was excited by the idea of living someplace warmer.
They spent several nights scouring the pages. Many ideas were floated and discarded, until finally—
"Ohma," Soren had said, placing his finger down on a spot on a detailed map of Crimea. It wasn't phrased as a question, but as a command. And when he looked at Stefan, his face was the most expressive he'd seen in years.
Ohma. It sounded vaguely familiar.
Then Stefan remembered.
Back when Soren first began to speak about his past as a feral park child, he mentioned that a boy had saved his life.
With his sharp memory, Soren was able to recall an impressive wealth of details. The boy's hair had been indigo, with a slight sunburn on his nose, and the skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He offered his sandwich to Soren, and introduced himself as Ike.
Ike, from the city of Ohma.
It looked like a small town, but even so, Stefan thought it was unlikely that they would bump into Ike. He opened his mouth to tell Soren just that.
But he couldn't.
Soren looked so serious in that moment, like he was willing to fight Stefan if he didn't agree.
And so, with a sigh of resignation, Stefan nodded.
"Ohma, it is."
(Aaaaand, that's it! I may write a part 2 at some point. I just was suddenly griped by the desire to explore Soren and Micaiah's past in this au, and I wanted to get my thoughts down before I lost the motivation. I really like the idea of the various Branded characters of Tellius all knowing each other. Thinking about how they might interact is really fun, and I hope at least one person indulges me by reading this)
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enbyleighlines · 5 days
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Half dragons!
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a king and his shadow
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Ascended Elincia ✨
https://x.com/milkroses97/status/1766964466665558198?s=46&t=YwxZvJQY8yEy1YJaZO0_kA
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enbyleighlines · 5 days
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Florist Micaiah
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enbyleighlines · 5 days
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CQL as a show has a lot going on at any given point so i didnt really think too hard about chengqing then. but the longer i am in fandom the more angry i get. If it's not your thing thats perfectly fine, but it makes me sooo absolutely crazy mad when people read the canon as Wen Qing being utterly disinterested in Jiang Cheng, or Jiang Cheng as a despo who can't read the room. "Haha look how she returned the comb to this man, she's putting down his arrogance and reminding him how useless he is" like no!! She took the comb!! She had the comb in the first place because SHE TOOK THE FUCKING COMB!!! There's a reason the comb scene cuts to both of them having sleepless nights!!!
I've seen posts abt how reading chengqing as one-sided from jc is a disservice to him but it's an equally terrible read of Wen Qing too! How can you reduce it to 'haha dude getting put in his place by being reminded of his uselessness'? How can you make it that cruel from her part!! I hate HATE it when Wen Qing just becomes the smart braincell holder with no interiority, and the neglect of the kindness that drives her to help people time and again despite the risk to herself and her family bugs me so badly. She's kind. She's arguably the most tsundere fucker in the show!! How can you just never think about the guilt she carries with keeping the noncon core shenanigans from him!! How can u just ignore her desire!! How can you see her return the comb and not clock that she took it despite knowing it was hopeless. She's returning it because things between them have just gotten so hopelessly complicated that she can't carry it as a little piece of hope anymore. They were doomed from the start and still held on and it's heartbreaking how can you just ignore that!!!
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enbyleighlines · 5 days
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uploading some older art + fanart, aka here's a micaiah of the radiant dawn face-up in attack position
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enbyleighlines · 5 days
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it's my husbands birthday today so i drew them a little micaiah / pelleas doodle ~
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Miss Titania (And the Boys)
life update:
I have moved into my new house now. It's going to be a long process but I'm very happy to have my own space now.
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I’m currently obsessed with the magic spirits of Tellius, so I decided to draw what I think they might look like. I’ve long envisioned them as pesky fairy-type creatures, so I took inspiration from the Picori from LoZ: The Minish Cap.
Some headcanons:
Wind spirits are cold to the touch. They are also the fastest and more skilled fliers. All magic spirits can hover/fly due to magic, but only the wind spirits have wings, which allow for more accurate maneuvering.
Fire spirits are the most communal/social. They tend to stick together in small groups, and even spend plenty of time indoors, especially in people’s kitchens. They also have the worst tempers.
Thunder spirits have long, ferret-like bodies, and they wiggle when they move, like Eastern dragons. Though all spirits are playful, thunder spirits are the most chaotic and difficult to control.
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