#tales of the tiny emperor

[patricia-von-arundel]

Happy Birthday, Edelgard! 🎉

This was churned out with no edits. Today is busy. Apologies.

And a warning: minor Three Hopes spoilers within.

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Names were vexing.

It was never something that would have occurred to her in the life she now thought of as normal. Normal life was before - in Enbarr. Normal life was family she had always known, and familiar smells, and food she did not have to be told how to properly eat, and a pillow where her head fit just so as she snuggled into it each night. Everyone, everything, just as it had always been.

That was normal.

Nothing in Fhirdiad was normal, not even her uncle. Not even...

Not even Edelgard.

She did not like it. Her mind was like the pig's bladders she had once seen some boys playing with near the palace grounds - dirty boys, coarse and skinny as poles, but laughing and chasing after that curious toy. They blew it up, then released it, again and again as she watched, careful not to be seen - not because she feared the boys, but because she had climbed a tree to peer over the walls, and she had been told repeatedly not to do so. (Which meant, of course, simply to grow better at hiding...)

But yes - that was an apt description of what now seemed to be happening within her. Inside her skull, someone was blowing up and releasing a pig's bladder, sending it whistling and careening from corner to corner, and she could not simply shimmy back down the tree, or even close her eyes and cover her ears to escape it.

And now names. Even those were not normal, in Faerghus.

At home, they had called her El. With gentle humor, with annoyance, with derision. El, El, El. She had felt odd, when someone called her Edelgard - more odd even than when someone bowed to her and called her princess, as if she carried the importance of her father. (She was old enough to understand this now, but of course had not always been so; she had only of late turned twelve.) Edelgard was her name, she thought of herself as Edelgard, but it was not what anyone else said. Not if they knew her.

Just another reminder, here, that no one did: she was Edelgard. And something... something had finally burst within her. Smaller than the pig's bladder, but an irritation nonetheless, and finally some little claws within her had bested it. Or... so it had seemed.

"Edelgard, shall we -"

"El!"

She was not one to shout, but she did - out of nowhere. Out of nothing. She felt startled herself, as if her lips had formed the sound of their own volition. She balled her hands into fists, feeling the tension build in her shoulders.

Dimitri stepped back, but his eyes never left hers, despite their sudden uncertainty. "I... did I upset you?"

She bit her lip, shook her head - almost frantically. "No. No - I... I apologize. I'm just... it's..." It was what? What? She didn't know. She just...

"El." She said it softly, now. "It's... my sisters. Everyone. They... they call me El. My... my friends." Were sisters friends? She had no others, unless one counted Hubert, and he had always called her Lady. And unless one counted Dimitri. She wanted to count Dimitri.

She wanted him to call her El.

He cocked his head, then smiled. "Oh. Okay. Then... El. El." He spoke it as if rolling it around in his mouth - but gave a decisive nod, the taste of it pleasing. "El."

But it wasn't the end of it.

"A nickname," he said later. "I have never had one. I confess, I am rather jealous."

"Jealous? It's only because my little sister could not say Edelgard. She was very small."

He laughed. "Fair. Still - it seems... nice. Like a family should be."

He rarely spoke of his family, but she had found herself wondering more than once if it was not entirely a happy one. She had never asked - it did not seem her place.

"We are friends, are we not?" He asked it almost reluctantly; his eyes had left hers.

"We... of course. I... think we are." Similarly discombobulated, though there seemed no reason for it. She could feel faint heat in her cheeks. Was it so strange? Perhaps... She didn't know.

He scuffed the ground with the toe of his boot. "If... if it might please you - and isn't too much trouble! - perhaps... perhaps you might give me a nickname? As well? I... I think I would like one."

A simple request. The simplest she had perhaps ever been given.

And yet...

Vexing.

The little house was fast asleep, and had been so for hours. Her uncle, the few servants and attendants and guards - all at rest, now. All but Edelgard.

She crossed her arms between her head and the pillow that was still not her own, staring without seeing at the night beyond her narrow window. The moon was bright here, brighter than in Enbarr, but colder, too, somehow. She did not like it - but for now, she ignored it.

Dimitri.

There was simply Mitri, but that seemed... too simple. Too easy to understand, and too much like she was not capable of saying his name correctly. She was not her sister at three years old, tongue twisting beneath sounds.

"Dima," she said softly, trying it out. "Or... Dimi?" But no - she had seen how he formed the El, how it had pleased him. There must be something similar to suit her own tastes. And his - his too, of course.

She shook her head, digging her fingers into her scalp.

New tastes. Unfamiliar. Not-normal. But perhaps...

She fell asleep, finally, as the first tendrils of dawn crept against the city walls, far to the east and beyond the scope of her smidgen of a window.

He looked startled, once more, when she told him - though it was perhaps the way she said it, and the way her chin lifted, as if in defiance. Well, perhaps it was; she was not inclined to be laughed at.

He didn't laugh. He seemed to consider it, as he had considered his own. He looked down, slowly forming the sound, hardly a breath, a whisper.

When his eyes met hers, he was smiling - the true, open smile he had when he so rarely, for a moment, forgot that which troubled him, whatever it might be. He nodded. "Yes! Yes, I think that is it!"

She was usually in control of her own expressions - one of the few things she could control, here - but his smile was too much to resist: she allowed herself to match it. Warmth bloomed somewhere within her, filling her chest, her heart - a promise of something past the winter, the bloom of spring, even if it was no bigger than a first tentative daffodil unfurling through the snow. "Dee, then," she said. "Dee and El."

"Dee and El." He took her arm, then, and squeezed - gentle. "Dee and El. And we're... we'll always be friends."

She did not know. And she did not make false promises. "I hope so," she said.

He nodded.

Whatever happened... she would not allow herself to forget this moment. This warmth, brief as it might be.

The sound of it in his voice - the warmth there, too.

Dee and El.

#happy birthday edelgard #oops it's angsty #but i just had to do it #fire emblem warriors three hopes spoilers #few3h spoilers #tales of the tiny emperor #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #sorry it's a little long #it wasn't meant to be #i wrote it on my phone before breakfast #if it's too long tell me and i'll add a readmore on pc

[sergeantsporks]

The chibi people really looked at Belos and said "yeah, we're putting the mask back on it. Not even going to TRY making that face cutesy and chibi."

#this is a challenge for all belos artists to make a chibi version with his face lol #toh #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #the owl house #chibi tiny tales

[ms-bluejay]

CHIBI BELOS IS REAL AND I LOVE HIM 🥺

#the owl house #philip wittebane #emperor belos #toh emperor belos #toh phillip wittebane #chibi tiny tales

[bilumiart]

Commission for @enchantedchocolatebars ! 🔥

#the owl house #toh #emperor belos #owl house #belos #philip wittebane #toh fanart #the owl house fanart #digital art #fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #commissions open #artwork #art #doodle #cute art #illustration #digital illustration #chibi tiny tales #chibi Belos

[jazzymarie1006]

Scenes where Luz clearly wants to throw hands with grown brunette men are both the best and funniest thing I've seen!

#The Owl House #TOH #Chibi Tiny Tales #Disney Chibiverse #Phineas and Ferb #PnF #Luz Noceda #Jacob Hopkins #Emperor Belos #Philip Wittebane #Heinz Doofenshmirtz #Dr Doofenshmirtz #Cartoon Fandoms #Cartoon Characters #Favorite Characters

[sweet-caress-of-twilight]

The Emperor's New Groove as told by chibi

#disney #the emperor's new groove #as told by chibi #chibi tiny tales #emperor kuzco #yzma #kronk #pacha #chicha

[disneytva]

Boom, baby! Kuzco! Kuzco! GO! GO! Don’t worry, you didn’t pull the wrong lever. Chibi Tiny Tales just wanted to tell you the story of Walt Disney Animation Studios The Emperor's New Groove.

#The Emperor's New Groove #Emperor's New Groove #Chibi Tiny Tales #Sabrina Alberghetti #Disney Channel #Youtube

[milandas-law]

Four pairs of Disney Cuties that involve the boys' different reactions to the girls kissing them on the cheek.

#Milo Murphy's Law #MML #Milo x Amanda #Milanda #Milomanda #Amandilo #Amilo #Organized Chaos #A Goofy Movie #The Emperor's New School #The Owl House #Chibi Tiny Tales #Max x Roxanne #Kuzlina #Willow x Hunter #Huntlow #Other Fandoms #Other Characters #Other Pairings

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Santa And His Elf Save Christmas (A fanfic based on this cute commission art here. Fic schedule here.)

A holly jolly grin spread across Chibi Caleb's face as he walked through the winter snow in his elf costume, carrying a brown sack filled with candy canes.

Accompanying his shoulder was Chibi Flapjack, who was wearing a set of reindeer antlers.

The blonde was brimming with Christmas joy and was eager to share it with the children at the mall, along with the candy canes.

His chibi brother however didn't seem to share the same joy as he walked alongside him dressed as Santa Claus, dragging a red sack that was stuffed with toys.

Chibi Beardo Philip's expression was clearly irritable, and a small portion of his brown beard was visible through his fake white one.

He found the whole mall Santa thing to be silly and wanted to get it over with.

...

The chibi children who had been waiting for Santa at the mall were disappointed by the absence of him, until he finally showed up with his elf.

As candy canes and presents were passed around to each child, they instantly smiled and cheered.

...

After the children left, Chibi Philip felt completely drained from all those sticky brats.

He then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Chibi Caleb, who was smiling and holding his hands behind his back.

Bringing his hands forward, Chibi Caleb presents to his brother a gleaming red gift.

Chibi Philip lets out a small gasp, completely taken aback by this as his eyes lit up.

The bearded brunette gestures a finger towards himself as if asking 'For me?', to which Chibi Caleb replies with a small head nod.

As he takes the gift, Chibi Philip slowly unwraps it and lets out another gasp.

The sight of a wooden horse carving that had been crafted with love and impeccably painted with brown paint left him awed.

As he gazes at Caleb, the blonde smiles and happily holds up his carving knife and a paint brush.

He knew how much his little brother adored horses and wanted to make one for him this year.

Chibi Philip's eyes began to fill with exaggerated tears as he whimpered, making a squeaky toy sound.

A caring embrace from Chibi Caleb wraps around him with a smile, followed by another squeaky toy sound.

During the hug, Chibi Flapjack randomly flutters down and lands on Chibi Philip's head, but he's too absorbed in his own emotions to even notice the bird.

#the owl house #owl house #toh #caleb wittebane #toh flapjack #flapjack toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #beardo philip #chibi tiny tales #chibiverse #chibi #chibis #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfictions #writing #my writing

[arkham-prisoner]

Regardless of your opinion on modern Star Wars you have to admit how wonderful it is to have Ian McDiarmid returning to Palpatine/Sidious over and over again

#tiny thing but I hate that he’s called Emperor Palpatine in TROS #should’ve been credited as Darth Sidious #would’ve made more sense #Star Wars #ian mcdiarmid #sleeve palpatine #emperor palpatine #darth sidious #the rise of skywalker #Star Wars rebels #obi wan kenobi show #the bad batch #tales of the Jedi

[ordinaryschmuck]

Just....look at this.

...Ok, Chibi Belos in the background is weirdly adorable.

Same goes for Andrias--WHAT IS THIS SHOW!?

#chibi tiny tales #emperor belos #amphibia andrias #king andrias #asks #ask me anything #send asks if you want

[sepublic]

‘Twas so well done I actually wondered/thought it was real, until I reminded myself that there’s no way they’d reveal Wittewife’s appearance via chibi short!

#the owl house #emperor belos #Philip wittebane #animation #caleb wittebane #chibi tiny tales

[laurasimonsdaughter]

What if Disney adapted the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter?

I am only vaguely familiar with the context of this story, but I don't think I would give it to Disney. While I'm inclined to say that it would be better adapted into Japanese animation, for Disney vibes without involving Disney, I would latch onto the moon celestial aspect and ask the team from Over The Moon to do it. But beg them to pretty please make it all in their 2D storybook style:

This story is a true tragedy, at least from a mortal perspective, and I think these dreamy, romantic visuals would suit it:

A bamboo-cutter discovers a tiny baby inside a shining stalk of bamboo and he and his wife take her in as their own child.

From that moment on he finds gold inside every stalk he cuts has a nugget of gold inside it.

The baby, Kaguya-hime, grows into a young woman in just three months and is so beautiful that even though her parents try to hide her, men start to come from all over to court her.

Five noblemen are put through impossible trials which they all fail to try and win her hand.

The emperor of Japan falls in love with her, but she won't even have him for a husband, even though she keeps writing with him.

Three years pass and in the summer the mysterious maiden begins crying whenever she sees the moon. At last she reveals she is not of the earth but belongs on the moon and will be taken back there, to parents she has by now forgotten.

Her foster parents try to hide her, the emperor even sends guards to keep away the envoys of the moon who come to fetch her, but of course to no avail.

A chariot comes down for her with the rising of the yellow harvest moon. A messenger tells the bamboo-cutter that Princess Moonlight was sent to earth as punishment for committing a grave fault and that they have sent him the gold in return for the good care she received.

He begs for them not to take him and Kaguya-hime tells him she goes against her will and would rather have stayed with her loving foster parents in their old age, but she must go.

Her foster father is not allowed to go with her. She gives him her embroidered robe as a keepsake. When she is given Elixir of Life to drink she even tries to share it with him, but she is prevented.

Finally she writes a letter to the emperor, encloses the rest of the Elixir of Life and gives this to her foster father, asking him to deliver it. Then she ascends into the sky in the moon chariot.

The emperor has her gift bunt at the summit of Mount Fuji so that the smoke can be seen rising from there to this day.

I think a faithful adaptation should keep it a tragedy, but perhaps there could be just a little bittersweet mixed in with the sorrow for the poor parents. Maybe they can hear their daughter singing to them when they look up to the moon. Or perhaps the ending could be made a little less formal and the princess's celestial parents can come down themselves to get her back and to thank her mortal foster parents for all they have done for her. If I were adapting this I would downplay the part of the emperor a bit and really put the focus on the relationship between the moon princess and both her foster parents.

#The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter #laura babbles #disney goggles #japanese fairy tales #I am aware that Over the Moon was inspired by Chinese folklore #but the “lady pulled away to the moon motif” is strong

[ms-bluejay]

I made a png of Chibi Belos, feel free to use it!! :3

#the owl house #philip wittebane #emperor belos #toh emperor belos #toh phillip wittebane #chibi tiny tales #Chibi Belos #Chibi Philip

[heartfullofleeches]

emperor and spouse overhear clown!reader, and assassin talking about a future together, like marriage, having or adopting kids, moving away or just out of the castle, etc,,?

"This place seems good right? Enough space for all all my pins and dolls, and a lake in the backyard where we can have picnics." A hand squeezes your palm. "Don't worry, there's enough room for all your knives.

Another squeeze. You shake your head, bells sewn into your hat ringing. "No you can't dump bodies in the lake. What if we want to go swimming?"

.... Their hand tightens once more, softer this time. You hook an arm around the assassin, smiling as you dip your head to their shoulder.

"I love you too."

Content with your current arrangement, the assassin leans against the garden wall; happiness grounded in the tiny peck you give their masked face. Your relationship hasn't even gone by a year, but the love you bare is tangible by all and growth as a pair unmeasured. A growth so prominent you've outgrown your days behind the castle walls and ready for the next chapter of your life spent with your beloved in a home of your own.

"I know you aren't fond of children, but how about pets."

The assassin holds up two fingers, flexing them.

"Hmmm, a rabbit?" A nod confirms your query. "How cute! We can have a whole farm. Do you think fur safe paint exists?"

You babble on with your partner, at least one of you unaware of the two hiding across the field. The emperor hides behind the entrance wall with his spouse close behind. They claimed to just be passing by, but the broken glass on the floor told another tale. The emperor was unable to bottle up his anger as easily, and spat hush curses at your love, and all the other twists of fate that led to this tragic timeline.

Being promised to someone else so early in life. That someone hiring a mercenary to take your head out of jealousy, only for both parties to fall for you along the way. His failure to get rid of them. What could he have possibly done in a past life for this to happen to him? He may not have been a fair ruler, but all of his actions went towards building a perfect life for you - and now the structure of those dreams was being ripped away.

"What we have so far is good, but we'll still need to figure out how often I'll be coming back to the castle. I can't leave my best friend all alone here, or somebody'll lose their head."

The assassin's body stiffens as the emperor's fills with new vigor. It was a small victory, but still an achievement in most books. It warmed his heart to know you'd always be by his side, even if not in the way he wants. Who knows? This is only talk afterall. He could probably get in your ear and find some reason to get you to stay. Possibly in the form of your lover's tragic demise.

The assassin's grip on you makes it clear they aren't letting you go anytime soon. A truth not even death could spoil.

#Jester reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere emperor #Yandere assassin #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n

[elsalouisa]

"In Peterhoff during the hot June weather the little Grand Duchess Marie was born. She was born good, | often think, with the very smallest trace of original sin possible. The Grand Duke Vladimir called her “The Amiable Baby” for she was always so good and smiling and gay. She is a very fine and pretty child, with great, dark-blue eyes and the fine level dark brows of the Romanoff family. Lately speaking of the child, a gentleman said that she had the face of one of Botticelli’s angels. But good and sweet-tempered as she is, she is also very human, as the following stories will show. When she was a very little child, she was one day with her sister in the Empress’s boudoir, where the Emperor and Empress were at tea. The Empress had tiny vanilla-flavoured wafers called biblichen, of which the children were particularly fond, but they were not allowed to ask for anything from the tea table. The Empress sent for me, and when | went down little Marie was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes drowned in tears and something was swallowed hastily. “There! I’ve eaten it all up,” said she, “you can’t get it now.” | was properly shocked, and suggested bed at once as a suitable punishment. The Empress said, “Very well, take her,” but the Emperor intervened, and begged that she might be allowed to remain, saying, | was always afraid of the wings growing, and I am glad to see she is only a human child.” She was constantly held up as an example to her elder sisters. They declared she was a step-sister. Vainly I pointed out that in all fairy tales it was the elder sisters who were step-sisters and the third was the real sister. They would not listen, and shut her out from all their plays. I told them that they could not expect her to stand that kind of treatment, and that someday they would be punished. One day they made a house with chairs at one end of the nursery and shut out poor Marie, telling her she might be the footman, but that she should stay outside. | made another house at the other end for baby, then a few months old, and her, but her eyes always kept travelling to the other end of the room and the attractive play going on there. She suddenly dashed across the room, rushed into the house, dealt each sister a slap in the face, and ran into the next room, coming back dressed in a doll’s cloak and hat, and with her hands full of small toys. “I won’t be a footman, I’ll be the kind, good aunt, who brings presents,” she said. She then distributed her gifts, kissed her “nieces,” and sat down. The other children looked shamefacedly from one to the other, and then Tatiana said, “We were too cruel to poor little Marie, and she really couldn’t help beating us.” They had learned their lesson-from that hour they respected her rights in the family".

Margaret Eager "Six years at the Russian court"

#otma #grand duchess olga nikolaevna #grand duchess tatiana #romanovs #grand duchess maria nikolaevna #memories