#grimleal

(Chrom and my custom F!Robin)

Some Chrobin to celebrate Chrom's birthday! 💜💙 He stole his wife's coat🤭 Because may is a weird month weather wise and it's always nice to have a warm, cozy coat to snuggle with your partner ♥

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Now, in fairness, I don't think that most Grimleal view Grima as an end-times being. This is very much a personal thing, but I've gotten really attached to this idea that the majority of Grimleal view Grima as a guardian deity, a protector who kept them safe and was killed by a foreign power (after being driven to despair and rage). With that in mind, they don't look to Grima's return as the end of times, but as an end to their long persecution at the hands of those who took Grima's life in the first place. Even Validar, I think, isn't trying to raise Grima to end the world: he's trying to raise Grima because he wants to leash Grima's power and use it to get everything he wants, from the destruction of Ylisse to full control over Plegia (and the world beyond, though he doesn't broadcast that). I've always seen Validar's motivations as entirely selfish; the rest of Plegia, though, just wants the assurance of safety that they've been missing for a thousand years.

As for how the sea factors in, I've always really liked the idea that there's a lot of cultural differences throughout Plegia based on location. There's the desert, which thrives through strong communal bonds; and there's the sea, which thrives thanks to their proximity to the sea and access to maritime trade. They're all bound together by their shared faith, but they stress different aspects, have different rituals, and even different architecture: a lot of desert temples are actually subterranean, hidden in the sand because of their historic conflicts with Ylissean invaders; the coastal temples are not hidden, though, since invaders have never made it across the desert, so there's not that historic need for concealment; however, both are open to the sky at the top as they await Grima's return to the heavens.

Coastal communities don't necessarily worship the ocean, but they definitely treat it with great respect, knowing how dangerous the waters can be. The surf can get particularly violent in the storms, given the prevalence of cliffs along that coastline, so most communities are built well away from the edge of the cliffs; however, there are sheltered areas that form natural harbors, and these support thriving communities established closer to the water's edge. Lighthouses are also common around particularly rocky areas of the coastline, to safeguard lost vessels. There are doubtless prayers common only in the coastal areas invoking Grima to ensure calm seas or to quiet raging storms, and talismans made with shark teeth and seashell are common compared to the bone and feather constructions in the desert.

Dear friend, WedgeLuke is such a unit of a ship I cannot believe I haven't considered it before--

(I'm using this prompt to explore them for the first time, sorry it's not very cute even thought you're so right and Luke deserves to go sightseeing with his man, but Wedge Antilles and Luke Skywalker give me a lot of OT feelings so, you get 300 words of semi-angst because l'm bad at this game)

A gift for when you wake up ♡

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Wedge finds Luke Skywalker in the topmost watch tower of the rebel base. He had only known where to look because an overly worried protocol droid had seen him climb the steep stairs that morning, and although the Rebellion’s newest hero and star pilot is most definitely not listed for something as trite as sentry duty, Luke stands vigilant in the midday-sun, eyes bright and set firmly on the moon’s horizon where the trees meet the sky and green melts into a pallet of pale blue and white.

Below, the evacuation procedures are well underway.

There are many reasons why the Hero of the Battle of Yavin would be hiding out here today, some of which Wedge will never understand. Some of which he understands too well.

It will be some time yet before he understands how Luke Skywalker looks at the colour green.

“Hey, Wedge,” Luke says, spares him a smile before his stare is once again ensnared by the deep jungle beyond. “There are more places like this, right?”

“In the galaxy?” Wedge asks. “I imagine there’s plenty.” Though none will be quite like Yavin now, with its gas giant namesake and the pieces of men and debris forever caught in its orbit.

“If there’s time—I know there might not be, but. I want to see them.”

And Wedge might not know Luke all that well yet, but he had met his friend, had flown with him and fought with him, and had seen in them both the same longing for the stars and their countless, wonderous worlds, and he thinks how many such dreams had become nothing but a scorch mark on the Death Star’s surface. How Wedge had very nearly joined them.

How Luke Skywalker had nearly, too.

“You will,” Wedge promises, and by the stars he will darn well make sure of it.

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FEH came out with a fallen version of Morgan for the Fallen Banner, so I decided to draw a Fallen version of my own Morgan, Mircea.

“Forgive me, my darling children, for birthing you into such a cruel world and burdening you with a terrible fate...” 🤍 .

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Validar: Oh, same!

Rhea: Really? Did it involve crests?

Validar: It involved brands.

Rhea: Are those markings derivative from the power of your god.

Validar: Yep.

Rhea: Okay, so it’s kinda the same. Did it take you eleven times before you got a successful vessel?

Validar: Nah, got it right on the first try!

Rhea: Interesting. You must tell me more.

Byleth: Uh, what’s happening?

A brief primer in Grimleal symbols of rank.

Hierarchy is extremely important in Plegian culture, despite the equal importance on community and equality. This is partially due to the corruption that has taken place over the years, leading to a sense of self-importance amongst those of the Grimleal court.

Many of these symbols act as a means of authorization. The Grimleal are very secretive about their various endeavours, especially matters related to the Heart.

Accessible/written version under the cut.