Go and do not falter, my child!

This technicolor pop-star is somehow both over-the-top and highly distinguished. They always put on a dazzling show for their devoted audience.

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Summary: Wolfram had been thrown into action basically from day 1 since he arrived in Fódlan, so he welcomed the break from the dangerous missions with open arms, using his time to bond with his friends.

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Ever since Byleth returned from the darkness with her newfound power, things had been hectic. Well, compared to how busy their student lives had been during the past year, the Pegasus Moon had actually treated them well so far.

The Archbishop assigned them a seemingly harmless mission for the end of the month – to accompany their newly Enlightened Professor to a ritual right under Garreg Mach – and the immediate threat of Solon and Kronya was also dealt with. Though, of course, there was still the matter of the two villain’s third companion as well as the Flame Emperor and the Death Knight to take into consideration, yet so far the threat hanging by everyone’s heads seemed to lessen.

However, that didn’t equal to peace – neither of mind nor body. With Byleth’s enlightenment, all eyes were turned to the monastery: if the goddess bestowed her favor unto another mortal, would that mean another war? Should the knights prepare? What would happen after the divine revelation?

The students were tense; the professors were on edge (excluding Hanneman who was so overly excited about it all it somehow put everyone off) and the devouts started flooding the monastery in their pilgrimage to catch but a glimpse of the Enlightened One. There was no shortage of worries.

came across the pokemon colosseum ost and felt obligated to draw them

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Summary: Wolfram had only been in Fódlan for less than three months and so much had already happened. He could barely keep up with each new discovery he made, even more so ones that related directly to his own mission – Byleth gaining a new power and feeling more like a manakete every day but not being one turned the poor boy’s head into a knot.

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Raindrops pierced Wolfram’s body as though they were a volley of spears, the deafening sound of the wetting ground muting all others. He didn’t realize he had reached the ground, the mud clinging onto his clothes, intent on pulling him ever downwards.

At a distance, blurred by the storm that formed, lay Jeralt, rocked into Byleth’s arms as she wailed a silent cry. Dimitri’s blur ran by Wolfram towards the Professor so, so far ahead, forcing the half manakete to watch, but not process what was happening.

He had been sent to that world for such a short amount of time. He barely managed to scramble on his feet after taking the first life with his own hands and now- someone he knew, someone’s… Someone else’s father simply… ebbed his life away, painting the mud in red.

Wolfram could hear his own heartbeat thundering by his ears; so loudly it made him cover them with both hands, wanting the sound to stop. He barely could discern what everyone was saying all around him, the voices so far and undistinguished it felt like he was hearing through a thick glass.

Seeing Jeralt fall so- so easily like that terrified Wolfie out of his skin. But not for his own sake, no.

He remembered the stories of the destroyed future whence Meliodas and Cynthia came – the doomed timeline into which both of his eldest siblings watched their parents die.

Nidra. Henry.

More Argent Skies hc oc designs, featuring the Blue Lions! I have been creating these too-detailed hcs about the pre-game characters (mostly parents of canon characters or NPCs) on twitter, called Argent Skies.

Interested in seeing more? Other class profiles are in the links below (will be updated as I complete all Three Houses and more).

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Summary: Still shaken by the shock of reality Remire Village cause on him, Wolfram can’t help but feel completely out of place in Fódlan, with the only person he could call friend being the one he was scared of the most. But perhaps with understanding, he might come around and actually get along with everyone…

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Wolfram could still feel his hands stinging with how much force he used to grip his weapon.

The tingling sensation that burned the tips of his fingers as he fired magic left and right, under Byleth’s command, still brought shivers down his spine. It had been three days since the incident at Remire Village, but it was still too soon.

Everything was still much too soon.

The smell of burned flesh stuck into his clothes like thick mud, refusing to be washed off no matter how many times Wolfram rinsed them. Black death, championed by an armored skull that could only be rightfully called the Reaper, brought destruction to wherever its gaze pierced.

It was only by the intervention of the Heart of Immortals that the Death Knight could be stopped, though it brought Remire Village little consolation – its inhabitants had already been cursed with either madness or eternal solitude. The results of the inhumane experiments they were victims of would drag them down for as long as they lived, until the beyond of death.

Thank you for the support as always, @breeachuu​! I got carried away writing this! sakdjlmasd It was so much fun! I hope you likey~

Summary: Crossing the borders between worlds and getting used to his new home was a task that Wolfram was equally looking forward to and uneasy about. Hiding who he was while still trying to forge new bonds would prove to be a challenge, but Wolfie knew that as long as he had Byleth and Dimitri by his side, he would be able to see it through. Dimitri, however, had his own demons to fight…

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Wolfram adjusted the purple bandana he wore around his head to hide his pointy ears for the fourth time as he followed Dimitri and Byleth closely.

After Dimitri explained the situation to the professor, Byleth had stared at Wolfram for a long while, as though having a long-winded conversation within herself regarding his story. Or regarding himself, Wolfram couldn’t say. Perhaps she also noticed the Blood he carried within his veins? Sure, the way he sensed her Ancient Blood and the way everyone from his family back home felt were fundamentally different, but they still shared some similarities…

Perhaps Byleth and the other presences Wolfram felt were closer to that one foreign shape-shifting dragon his mother Nidra encountered decades ago (who apparently visited them on more than one occasion, though not during Wolfram’s memory). Perhaps a different feeling still – he could not say for sure, not now and certainly not in the foreseeable future. Only after going back home he would be able to compare the feelings by talking it through with his mother and siblings.

Alas, for the moment, Wolfram knew one thing: despite Byleth shouldering the strongest presence of the Ancient Blood in the vicinity, she did not bear any of the usual physical manifestations of such power. Namely, the ears. Or the skin that sometimes glittered in little lighting.

Seeing his train of thought lead him that way made Wolfie once again adjust his bandana, wanting to be more than completely sure that his ears were properly hidden. Byleth’s were round and in plain sight, but he could never be too careful…

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Summary: Wolfram had been specifically chosen by Naga to undergo a very special mission – to travel to another world by the name of Fódlan and help one of the many suffering children that inhabited it. Someone who bore something very special and key to that world’s salvation.

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It took less than a minute for the then-empty kitchen to pack itself with manaketes, all jostling one another with Nidra at the front, facing Wolfram.

The mother felt her mouth twitch in nervousness, the faint holy presence Naga left in her wake making her youngest’s words ring even louder in her ears.

“Your… ‘destiny’s call’, my son?” Nidra gulped, taking uncertain steps in Wolfie’s direction.

As though leaving a trance, the boy blinked, finally focusing his gaze on his mother, seeing all of his siblings hustling behind her. “Was that as weird as it sounded now that I saw it through in my mind?” Wolfie’s shoulders sagged as he chuckled, his hands slightly trembled from having probably (he’d never be sure about that, even years later) touched Naga’s very skin once She made her contact.

Both Cynthias exchanged overly excited looks as their big brothers opened their arms in unison. “This is SO EPIC! YOU HAD AN UNPRECEDENTED VISIT FROM NAGA HERSELF-” The older Cynthia leaped from under Nidra’s arm, set on pouncing on her little brother.

“No!” Nidra clenched her fists and stomped her foot on the ground, a very timely and most likely intentional tremor shaking the house in response.

Cynthia’s pigtails deflated along with her whole body as she fell flat on the floor. “Uh, Mom-”

Cyn reached out for her mother from behind as Meli glanced from Wolfie to Nidra and Meliodas placed a hand on Cyn’s shoulder. Henry peeked his head out of the door to Wolfram’s left, carrying the bag of herbs he had stepped out to get only a few moments previous.

“I guess I didn’t feel this whole holy presence 'cause I’m not a manakete, huh? Nyaha!” He dropped the bag loudly on the floor, clapping the dust out of his hands right after. “Aight, guess it’s Mom and Dad time, yeah? Everyone but Wolfie, out!” He clapped cheerfully, walking towards Nidra to steer her towards their youngest son, her body shaking slightly.

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