Sunfish

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Specializing in #FireEmblem goofs, jack-of-all-trades-ing the rest. Home of the #PashaSaga (adventures of Claude's wyvern and friends). Soft content, softer deadlines. (she/her • 30s • risingsunfish on Tumblr and Reddit)

Post-game FE6 comic of Roy at Eliwood's bedside. Eliwood is propped up on several pillows, smiling, and casually shoving a document under his arm. Roy, looking stern: "Is that paperwork?" Eliwood: "What? No, of course not." Roy, gesturing: "Nice try. Hand it over." Eliwood: "I don't know what you're talking about." Roy: "Dad I swear I'm *this* much closer to staging a coup—"
Screencap from Strong Bad Email “candy product” of Strong Bad leaping for joy before the name of his titular candy product, “Sblounskched!”
Screencap of the aforementioned mystery man
Art of the blond guy from the 6/9 Fortune's Weave trailer (1:35 mark) strumming a fish-shaped lyre and singing.
Parody of the Knife Kid meme with Cethleann and Cichol. Cethleann, a young child here, is brandishing/firing off a gun, as apparently healers do now in FE. She appears rebellious and exuberant. Cichol: "Let me see what you have—" Cethleann: "a GUN!" Cichol: "NO!!"
Older sketch of Lowen by Tuinen. He's holding his fists in front of him in an excitable gesture and making a :D face.
Parody of a Dungeon Meshi panel, but with Lowen from Fire Emblem in the place of Laios. The dialogue bursts are the same: "We, who ate three proper meals a day and got our sleep... / ...have been much more serious about this than you are!!"
Pencil sketch (with minimal digital coloring) of Lilina and Bors. Lilina looks tired, as if she's either just returned from battle or just rolled out of bed. Her hair is a bit messy and her clothes are looking rather shabby. Bors stands behind her, diligently sewing a patch into her shawl. A second needle sticks out of his mouth.
Speculative designs for a Shadows variant of Roy based on a red panda. Chibi style, very unserious; lineart and colors are digital and flat, but the pencil sketch remains underneath, marginalia included. Left: Neutral form; has panda ears, tail, and red stripes running up his cheeks toward his eyes. Tufts of white fur strike out from under his ears. His eyebrows are slightly bushier and white on the outer ends. He looks ahead with tense determination, trying in vain to offset his cuddly appearance. Right: Shadow form; full panda mode, striking a mean paws-up intimidation pose. Clothes are mostly intact, minus his boots and gloves. A little belly fluff is poking out between the plackets of his overshirt. His eyes are glowing purple and his mouth is wide open in what appears to be a roar, but is more accurately an aggressive squeak. Notes: [Top:] I'm doing this under protest 😐 [Left, pointing to Roy's ear:] the pointiest I will ever draw his ears LOL [Right:] honestly they're never going to get him to look cool as a lion so like......
Bright and bold marker drawing of my dog Banjo making a big running leap. On his back is a blue backpack, and in the backpack bursts out Pasha, wings spread.
Ink and colored pencil drawing of big Pasha sitting on his hoard of pinecones, a sly and triumphant look on his face and a pinecone in his mouth.
Black-and-white drawing of my version of Byleth ("Lessie") staring down Seteth, a bit flirtily. He has his back to the wall, and she's leaning her outstretched hand against it, her other hand curled against her hip. Seteth's arms are crossed, but he's meeting Lessie's gaze with a slightly amused half-smile.
Thumbnail made for FlashingFire's Fire Emblem: Three Houses Maddening Pacifist run. A madcap scene plays out on Gronder Field during the mock battle. Behind a wooden barricade, Claude roasts marshmallows over a little campfire, using Thunderbrand as a skewer with a toasty treat on each prong. Little Pasha (the white wyvern) sits next to him with his chin on Claude's boot, tongue lolling as he begs for a snack. Behind them, Lysithea dashes toward cover, firing off a burst of magic behind her and protecting the back of her head with a tome, which is proving effective as there are several arrows and a knife sticking out of it. Another arrow waves point-down in the grass just behind her. She's yelling at Claude, presumably to get off his ass and do something. On the left side of the frame, Byleth stands with her back to the camera, one hand on her hip and the other on the pommel of a red-and-yellow squeaky hammer. Following her sightline to the far hill on the right, we see that Edelgard has Dimitri in a chokehold from atop his shoulders, holding her axe aloft as though she's about to hit him with the broad side of it.
the grumpiest red panda trudging through snow
Greater Dog from Undertale, sketched in monochrome blue and white. It's posed like its sprite, with a silly face and lolling tongue as it exclaims "bALL?!"
Meet Banjo! He's (probably) a Jack Russell/rat terrier mix, white with black cow spots on his body and black with a white muzzle and forehead stripe on his face. Here he's sitting on a fluffy gray dog bed, looking attentive, ears perked open.
Color sketch of Bratty and Catty, side by side, both fangirling profusely. Catty's looking up with her paws raised to her wide-open grinning mouth, while Bratty looks down with her claw on Catty's shoulder, as if shaking her in disbelief. Bratty says, "omg catty!!"; Catty responds, "omg bratty!!!"
Sketch of Sans (holding a deflated whoopee cushion and grinning) and Papyrus (holding a fist to his chest and letting the wind billow his cap gloriously).
Magic the Dragon Beanie Baby and Elpis’s Ninian plushie sitting together
Little Pasha greeting the Flying Ornius mount from Fire Emblem: Fortune's Weave.
Left: a cropped screenshot of Cai on his large flightless bird mount Right: photo of a Greater Rhea (Rhea americana), a large flightless bird native to South America
“UNDERTALE reminds me that showing mercy, even (especially!) in a harsh and unforgiving world, is not a weakness.”
Pasha, but he's a Light Fury from How to Train Your Dragon (and he's named Pashnip in this AU... because whimsy). Post-skip Claude rides in the saddle, pointing ahead with a confident grin. Pashnip is flying into the bright blue sky and above puffy clouds with a euphoric, gummy smile on his face, his tongue hanging out.
A comic in the format of the "Toothless Presents Himself" meme. [Panel 1:] In the reception hall, Flayn performs her (chicken) dance for the White Heron Dance Contest. We can see the backs of judges Alois and Manuela's heads in the foreground; in the background, Dorothea and Sylvain sit and watch, representing their respective houses in the contest. Dorothea crosses her arms and legs and scowls at this apparently low-effort contest entry, while Sylvain is curled forward, elbows propped on his knees, eyes wide, hands over his mouth, looking like he's watching a multi-car pileup happen in front of him. The meme text overlaid on Flayn is in fancy lettering, invoking her voice: "me, attempting the 'Dance of the Jungle Fowl' for my White Heron Cup audition." [Panel 2:] Reverse shot of Alois (putting on a brave face), Manuela (actively cringing), and Shamir (just confused). Flayn (narration): "the judges, aghast" [Panel 3:] Claude peeks out from behind the doorway, giving Flayn an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Flayn (narration): "my house leader, at whose insistence I performed this mortifying spectacle"
Little Pasha if he were a Light Fury, sitting nice and polite and looking aside with a little smile.
Cormag rides a slate blue Stormcutter (Genarogue) above the open sea. He's holding a nervous-looking orange Terrible Terror (Scramble), evidently to help the little dragon overcome a fear of flying.
Haar takes a well-earned break on a rolling hillside using his Gronckle (Mawsage) as a hammock of sorts; his feet are propped up on the macelike end of Mawsage's tail, and he's using the dragon's cheek as a pillow. Mawsage is fast asleep, but his wing is slightly extended to provide Haar some shade. Haar has one hand behind his head and scratches Mawsage's belly with the other.
Minerva (based on her Shadow Dragon/Warriors design) rides atop a Hideous Zippleback, Hauteclere in hand and a fortress behind her. The Zippleback is moss-green with maroon spines and spots down its back. One head (Cloak) is upright and bold-looking; the other (Dagger) stays low to the ground and gazing to the side, seemingly troubled. Its horn is broken.
Screenshot from Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance where that one enemy soldier says the iconic line, "Now we've got you! Eat rock! Heh... eat rock... I'm pretty clever..."
Clip of me aimlessly cruising around the snowy mountain area in Pokémon Violet until I run into a group of Bergmites. The one I hit happens to be a shiny, basically impossible to see before I slammed into it.
Miraidon (Low-Power Mode) from Pokémon and Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon walk alongside each other, playful smiles on their (strikingly similar) faces. The background is a solid light green, with crayon doodles of swirls and lightning bolts emanating from the two dragons.
[Panel 1:] Roy and Eliwood circa FE6. Eliwood is bracing Roy's shoulders and wearing a supportive smile; Roy looks exasperated and is beginning to blush. They're implicitly in the midst of polite conversation at some kind of party. Eliwood: "Yes, Super Smash Brothers! So you know of it! / My son is one of the top-ranked competitors in the world, actually." Roy: "no I'm not" Eliwood: "'Smashletes,' they're called." Roy: "they're not called that" Eliwood: "Remind me, who were some of the other ones...?" Roy: "I don't know... like... [smaller:] M-Mr. Game and Watch...?" Eliwood: "Oh, come on." Roy: "Dad... they don't want to hear about—"
Lilina and Roy (married and in their mid-20s) sit at a conference table, implicitly among delegates from throughout Elibe. Lilina's hair is braided and falls to one side, her trademark red hairpiece replaced with a simple gold tiara. She's wearing black armor and a red cape over one shoulder, reminiscent of Hector's outfit in FE7. Roy wears a forest-green cloak, a teal shirt with the sleeves cuffed at the middle of his forearms, and a brown doublet. He's attempted to slick back his hair, but it's refusing to cooperate, springing back to a style we're more familiar with. At this moment, we're witnessing the aftermath of Lilina whispering a joke to her husband as he was taking a sip of his tea. Roy is doubled over with laughter, sputtering into one hand, tears in his eyes, tea dripping down his fingers and spilled all over the front of his doublet and the notes spread before him on the table. Just an absolute mess. Lilina, meanwhile, is keeping it together, her lips pressed in such a way that indicates she's literally biting her tongue. She looks away from Roy, avoiding eye contact, but appears to be patting him on the back to help evacuate whatever tea has entered his lungs. Her notes, mercifully dry, are full of doodles and marginalia; Roy's are mostly ruined now but we can see an ill-fated spreadsheet among them.
A selection of Roy drawings against a plain background. 1) Roy ducks and grimaces as an arrow grazes the top of his head, shaving off a lock of it. The "MISS!" text from the game is overlaid on the arrow. 2) Roy standing around looking very tired, holding a tankard full of black coffee. 3) Roy leveling up but only gaining 1 point in HP. He screams into a pillow. 4) Roy tries to catch his breath as he recruits Zelot, having apparently chased the horseman all around Ostia. 5) Roy holds Durandal gingerly, blushing as Lilina places a hand on his head in a gesture suggesting measurement. This is meant to correspond with her saying, "History has it that Roland was a small man."
[Panel 1:] Flayn follows behind Seteth down an outdoor corridor of Garreg Mach. He's carrying two baby wyverns (Nadine, sleeping, and Beauregard, attempting to eat his hair), while Flayn holds the other one (Latona, squirming playfully). Flayn, with music notes trailing behind her: "Ah, Latona! / You are *ever* such a lovely potat. / Indeed, a potat among potats!" Seteth, glancing back at her with a bemused smile: "What is it you keep calling them?" [Panel 2:] Flayn looks up at Seteth with a bit of a self-conscious grin. Flayn: "Potats? / Why, that is simply what they are called!" [Panel 3:] Close-up on Latona as Flayn holds her aloft, a burst of stylized light crowning the baby wyvern's head as she smiles shyly. Flayn: "I suppose it is something to do with how small and lumpy they are. / And just the right array of colors to boot! / In short, the form of a baby wyvern irresistibly calls to mind that of a potato." [that last speech bubble is also shaped like a potato.] [Panel 4:] Seteth looks back, visibly confused. Beauregard is now clambering over his shoulder in a bid for the tassels on his cape. Flayn, looking much more self-assured now, cuddles Latona in the foreground, breaking the bounds of the panel somewhat. Seteth: "Then... should they not be 'potatoes'? / I'm... afraid I don't quite understand...." Flayn: "I would scarcely expect you to."
the above image but it's just the village background
the above image more or less but it's a pencil sketch from 2019
Eliwood and Ninian in a more elaborate interpretation of the infamous "disguises" circa FE7's Bern arc, strolling through a village like the one in Linus's "Four-Fanged Offense." Eliwood has taken on the disguise of a bard, complete with floppy feathered cap. His clothes are in appropriately humble earth tones, with green and teal accents reminiscent of his epilogue outfit. Ninian's disguise is similar to her usual form-fitting dress, but likewise in shades of brown and mineral orange. She's still wearing her headpiece, but her hair is tied into a simple braid hanging over her shoulder. At present, Eliwood is belting out a song, hand over his chest, eyes shut, arm-in-arm with Ninian, who buries her face in her other hand, blushing furiously with a shy smile.
Mock-up of a Fire Emblem Heroes character introduction screen with a golden-tinted summoning stone background, the standard nameplate (Claude) on the bottom center and the logo of the origin game (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) in the top left corner. The character art is post-timeskip Claude literally falling from the top of the frame and landing on his neck/shoulder, a pained, teary grimace on his face. Judging by the fact that he's still holding Failnaught and its accompanying arrow, it seems he was attempting one of his classic upside-down trick shots and gravity got the better of him.
[Panel 1:] Waist-up shot of Seteth and Flayn on the Rhodos Coast during their paralogue, the sky a light gray. Seteth is looking out of frame, a bit wistful, stroking the back of Flayn's head while she looks up at him with a cautious smile, fingering the ends of her hair-drills. Flayn: "We can tell Professor Eisner about Mother, can't we?" Seteth: "...Yes, I suppose the time is right." [Panel 2] pans out to an establishing shot of the St. Cichol monument (presumably at low tide, connected to the mainland). Seteth, Flayn, and Lessie stand next to it in silhouette. Please imagine as beautiful a seaside landscape as you can I did such a good job on this— Seteth: "This site... it has more significance than merely being a sacred location for the Church." Lessie: "What, that isn't enough significance?" Seteth: "More... personal significance, I mean. / You see, my wife is buried here." Lessie: "Oh... I'm sorry. But hang on— wasn't Flayn asking about your mom?" [Panel 3:] Back to Seteth and Flayn; this time she's standing directly in front of him, clapping her hands together with a bright smile. Seteth holds her shoulders, allowing himself a more hesitant smile. Flayn: "Indeed, I was!" Seteth: "Right... that is essentially what we wanted to tell you. / Flayn is actually my daughter." [Panel 4:] Close-up on Lessie against an abstract background of seeping dark purple lines to match the shadow over her own wide, aghast eyes. Her frown is deep, her overall expression oozing disgust and horror, the only thought she is able to muster a tiny, handwritten "wat."
Two illustrations of a speculative Roy/Lilina duo unit for the kids banner. The picture on the left is a flat-color mock-up of their special attack art. Roy is in front, dressed in oversized mage robes and holding an open magic tome. He brandishes his "casting" hand, but all that he's able to summon is a pitiful puff of smoke. Directly behind him, Lilina is casting the actual fire spell, which already looks impressive despite her still being a novice mage. Her hair is cropped at shoulder-length (less of a fire hazard), and she carries a messenger-style book bag. Roy, under the impression that he's manifesting the fire spell, looks awestruck and delighted; Lilina grits her teeth in a concerned, "please don't turn around" expression, presumably attempting to say the incantation as quietly as possible. The illustration on the right takes place immediately afterwards. Roy turns back to Lilina, grinning ear-to-ear and pumping his fists in excitement, exclaiming, "DID YOU *SEE* THAT?!?" Lilina clutches her tome to her chest, smiling with her lips pressed together and sweating bullets, beginning to wonder if this arrangement is going to be tenable but unwilling to burst Roy's bubble yet.
A red panda with prominent ear tufts munching on an apple slice with a jack-o-lantern face carved into it.
[Panel 1:] Lyon gazes at his phone, forlorn and cast in blue light, as a small(ish) Fomortiis looms over his shoulder. Fomortiis: "You haven't reached the end of your feed yet, Lyon... / ...what a pity it would be if Eirika posted and you never Liked it...." [Panel 2:] Slightly closer frame; Lyon stares more closely and intensely at his phone with comically wide eyes and a huge frown. Fomortiis looms larger, closer, his claw on Lyon's shoulder. Fomortiis: "What will Ephraim think of you if you don't stream your reaction to this, Lyon...?" [Panel 3:] Close frame as Fomortiis is even bigger and literally breathing down Lyon's neck, his visible eye gleaming menacingly. Lyon looks desperately stressed out, sweating, deep shadows under his bugged-out eyes, in which the rectangular reflection of his phone screen is visible. Fomortiis: "LYON ONLY 24 HOURS REMAIN TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS *EXCLUSIVE OFFER—*"
In one of Arcadia's lush courtyards, Idunn (sporting the robes and flower crown from her Ascended alt in FEH) sits on the ground, snacking on cashews and mango slices, wiping some of the juice from her cheek with the back of her wrist and smiling as she glances behind her at Igrene and Fae. Igrene heel-sits directly behind Idunn, carefully weaving a braid into her hair. She has the same style of tattoos as Hawkeye over her temple and hip. Fae, standing up, is working on braiding Igrene's hair, though she doesn't appear to have either the dexterity or the attention span to get it quite yet.
[Panel 1:] Ignatz is hard at work putting the finishing touches on a painting, his easel set up in Anna's corner of the marketplace. He's wearing a beige smock covered in paint smudges of bright, warm hues. The camera is behind the canvas, so we can't see what he's painted yet. Ignatz (squinting and sticking his tongue out in concentration): "I think... this should do it. Let's see..." [Panel 2:] Ignatz steps back from the canvas, holding his paintbrush at his hip and scratching his chin with his other hand. He's blushing, looking modestly pleased with himself. Ignatz: "Huh! / I guess I'm not so bad at still-life paintings after all."
Against a nondescript gray-blue background, Hugh winks and finger-guns at someone off-screen. Hugh: "Well then, unless I die a hero in this battle, I will be seeing *you* tonight." Chad, from behind him, mouths, "(Trust me, you can do *way* better than this guy.)"
Against a pleasantly cloudy sky and the mountainous, evergreen landscape of Ostia, Eliwood and Cecilia have tea and sandwiches beside one of the castle's parapets. Cecilia looks to be halfway through an anecdote, while Eliwood listens with his hands folded and a polite smile on his face.
Clarine and Klein cheerfully frog-march a very reluctant King Zephiel into Reglay Manor, turning from the foyer into a hallway with a variation on one of the Unicorn Tapestries hanging on the wall. Clarine has draped herself in the folds of Zephiel's fur cape, clutching it to herself and running her fingers along the section hanging from Zephiel's shoulder. She looks euphoric. Clarine: "My word! Velvet *AND* ermine? This is *exquisite!* / Do you know, I always thought the Bernese had terrible fashion sense, but perhaps I ought to reconsider. / Ohh, it's so blessedly soft.... I could just die...." Klein: "You'll join us for a tour of the manor, won't you, Cousin? Father's just opened up a new wing of the library! / Come on— we won't take no for an answer!"
Dorothy and Wolt return from a hunting trip along a forest trail, bows (and in Dorothy's case, a bear trap) slung over their shoulders. Wolt gestures conversationally, smiling and looking upward, holding his quarry (a tan rabbit) by its hind feet. A beagle with a green bandana around his neck keeps stride, likewise smiling. Dorothy's prize is much more impressive: a wild boar, which she carries over her other shoulder with seemingly little effort. She appears to be concentrating on something, or perhaps trying to think of ways to back-channel Wolt's tireless chatter.
Against a cloudy golden-brown background, Lilina leans into Roy with her arm around his shoulder (worth noting that she's a few inches taller than him). She's closing her eyes and twirling the long lock of hair at the end of her fringe, smiling in a fond and reminiscent way. Roy looks ahead slightly, wearing a bashful smile. He's holding a plain white coffee mug that says, "WORLD'S OKAYEST LORD."
Against a weathered old paper background, a red streak with white text in a Wild West font reads: "STARY'ALL / • The Lone Star Pokémon •" Stary'all is basically the same shape as Staryu, but wearing a white ten-gallon hat with a brown leather strap. There's a "belt" of the same brown around its middle, with a conical shell at the side mimicking an empty holster. The "foil" around Stary'all's core gem is shaped like a silver sheriff's badge, and a crease over the top of the gem gives it the impression of a stern, glaring eye. Its "hands" rest on its "hips" for good measure.
"Bullshit!" in the style of an Ace Attorney objection bubble.
Bryn's old sketch of GM!Lilina, striking a dynamic model pose.
[Frame 1:] In an underground cavern beneath the outskirts of Ostia, a mysterious structure looms amid the rocky surroundings. It is comprised of two pillars, eroded at their tops, and a cross-beam leaning at an angle between them, as if it had fallen from a greater height long ago. The structure is cracked with glowing green veins, casting everything around it in an unearthly light. Two figures stand before this forgotten relic, silhouetted by their own torch light. [Panel 2:] Closer, high-angle shot of the figures in question: Roy and Lilina, wearing traveling cloaks. The "torch" is simply a flame Lilina has conjured around her hand. She looks awed; Roy's expression is more determined. Lilina: "So this has been under our feet this whole time..."
Profiles for Lilina and Roy as Officers' Academy students. They stand in the middle of the frame, in uniform, though each wearing their own trademark headpieces. They're also slightly older, a few years post-FE6. Lilina wears a jacket similar to Marianne's, but open in the front, with a white blouse and jabot. She has a mid-length skirt, navy leggings, and knee-high black boots. Roy wears a vest and shirt combo similar to Felix's, but it's a little oversized, and both the vest- and shirt-tails stick out haphazardly from under his belt. His sleeves are rolled up, as are his pants, creating cuffs just below his knees. In combination with calf-high white boots and slightly taller navy socks, it gives the impression of attempted shorts. Lilina's hands are clasped politely in front of her skirt, but she's surreptitiously nudging Roy in the chest and whispering "Fix your shirt." out of the corner of her mouth. Roy stares ahead, blushing; with his hands still in his pockets, it appears as though he was striking a casual pose until Lilina embarrassed him just now. Their profiles read as follows (adapted slightly for alt text): Lilina House: Blue Lions Birthday: 1/23 Height: 170 cm Strengths: Reason, Heavy Armor Weaknesses: Swords, Flying Hidden Talent: Axes Interests: Reading (narrative), debate Likes: Sweet food, pets, cozy fireplaces, capers Dislikes: Physical exertion, waiting, injustice, unusual pizza toppings Meal: Pheasant Roast with Berry Sauce Tea: Almond Blend Gifts: Legends of Chivalry, Tasty Baked Treat, Lily Roy House: Blue Lions Birthday: 9/17 Height: 165 cm Strengths: Authority, Swords Weaknesses: Reason, Bows, Flying Hidden Talent: Flying Interests: Reading (information), ~~LORE~~ local history Likes: Spicy food, being near the ocean, solving complex puzzles Dislikes: Feeling burdensome, formal events, misinformation, ballroom dancing Meal: Super-Spicy Fish Dango Tea: Chamomile Gifts: The History of Fódlan, Coffee Beans, Ancient Coin
A chibi but grown-up Pasha sits against a yellow background, saddled up and wearing his Barbarossa helmet, wings spread slightly and back to the camera. Childish text above him reads, "no talk me im angy."
Colored pencil sketch of Lessie pushing a pouch with a red ribbon onto Seteth, who's still disheveled from tending to the rampaging wyvern. In this version of the comic, she was simply watching from afar while eating an ice cream cone. She's missing the Golden Deer scarf in this iteration, though the wyvern tattoo is present. Lessie, wearing an unimpressed expression: "You dropped this. / And I'm sure you know this, being a wyvern dentist and all, but these things are *terrible* for your teeth. / Wouldn't want any holes in that winning smile." Seteth [still catching up to what's happening]: "....." Lessie: "..... that was a joke."
[21st of Harpstring Moon. It has been four weeks since Byleth's swift and humiliating arm-wrestling defeat at the hands of her least-favorite colleague. She is, in fact, still bitter.] [Panel 1:] Byleth ("Lessie") is at the market, haggling with a vendor over a couple of certification seals. Vendor: "That'll be 2000G." Lessie, scowling and holding up the seals: "2000?! / What kind of racket is this? / Just because you slap 'intermediate' on it, you think you can jack up the price, is that it?" Behind her, we can just make out something coming in for a landing. [Panel 2:] Lessie pauses, glowering to the side and shoving a hand in her pocket: "..... / [small text:] ...you're lucky I have to set a good example..." There's now a commotion behind her, with a *CRASH* and *kreeeeyaaork!* audible in the background. A scaly tail swings around, taking out panels of wood from the market stalls around it. [Panel 3:] Lessie has retrieved a handful of gold coins and holds it out to the vendor, no abatement to her irritation. Lessie: "There. Happy?" Unsettled dust rises up in the background, obscuring a creature of wing, scale, talon, and... tent canvas? It emits an agitated "rrraaarrgaroorg". [Panel 4:] Lessie tosses the Intermediate Seals into a small sack, yelling over her shoulder at the merchant: "My students better pass at this price!!" A shadow looms over her from the front, and a blurred wing darts in front of the camera. [Panel 5:] With a *BONK* and a *roooowwrrrn!!*, the creature makes head-to-head contact with Lessie. If it wasn't clear already, we can now identify it as a wyvern with a piece of tent canvas and attached rope caught on its horns and snout, blindfolding it.
[Panel 1:] Seteth approaches Valentine's!Claude (both in semi-chibi style and simple flat colors). Seteth [fingering his beard thoughtfully, one hand behind his back]: "You know, Claude, if you wanted to borrow one of my outfits, you could have simply asked." Claude [looking down at his costume, arms out to his sides slightly, ready to object:] "wh—" Claude's outfit is annotated point-by-point as follows: • circlet • band collar + button down • puffy sleeves w/pale undersides • knee length flaired [sic] jacket • extra belt w/three dangling accessories • could have at least worn different shoes! ...in other words, it's conspicuously similar to what Seteth wears. [Panel 2:] Seteth continues, gesturing along his front and smiling: "The scarf is a nice touch, by the way. / I may have to try it myself!" Claude has dropped his arms dejectedly and stares ahead with a big angry frown, going red. Another annotation points to him: "(DAY RUINED)"
[Panel 1:] Edelgard, Hubert, and Dimitri in their Valentine's Day costumes from FEH are gathered along a tiled pathway, appearing to make polite conversation, each holding their small bouquet of flowers. From the foreground, Claude looks over at them, a bit perturbed as he's struck by a sudden realization [in thought bubble]: "Ah crap. I forgot we were doing bouquets...." [Panel 2:] In chibi, Claude looks rapidly from the left to the right, muttering, "flowers... / flowers... / where are you, flowers...." To his left, little Pasha rushes up, dressed in a Deer-themed Three Musketeers-style costume complete with feathered hat. He's got a bunch of daisies in his mouth.