#msbluebell

This is a master post of @msbluebell‘s Fire Emblem: Three Houses AUs. Links to the original posts will be included if possible. I will also be posting these AU on AO3 and Fanfiction with permission from msbluebell.

Flyan is a dragon and I'm LIVING for it so I had a knack at desiging her based on some of the discord headcanons whoops

I'm blushing so hard??? Thank you!!

@msbluebell is the genius behind the AU's inception, I just rolled with it and followed up on it!

Title: The Sound of Blue

Author: MsBlueBell

Artist: BlackRoseMii

Post Date: May 9th

Sneak Peek!

Keith placed down his brush, stepping back to review his work. Maybe the smaller details weren’t needed, the audience certainly wouldn’t see them from their seats, but he’d poured so much time and work into the scene that he wanted it to be perfect for him more than them. This was one of his last pieces before the show, the benefit of him being obsessive towards his work, and it was beautiful. The fine golden foil sheen practically glew beneath the lights, a fine shine to everything, the royal blue he’d just painted accenting the stairwell leading down to the ballroom floor. It was three dimensional, with actual fake columns being set forward and the chandelier ready to be lowered into the set, actual stairs for the actors to descend.  He was proud to say that the Altean Regal Theater would definitely being using this set again. He was confident of it. The noirette took a step back, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead, scrutinizing his work. His paint stained T-shirt hung loosely from his shoulder, the black material permanently stained with evidence of his past works, the newest golden and blue stains joined with the myriad of colors spread across the cheap fabric. He hopes the owner of the theater, Alfor, likes it. Keith only got the job here because Allura loved his stuff so much, but he doesn’t think he’ll get to keep his job here if the dad doesn’t like it. He’s feeling pretty confident though, especially since he’d finished a good month before his deadline. Satisfied, Keith reached down and plucked up his long forgotten coffee cup, taking a long and rewarding sip as he let his shoulders relax, relishing a job well done. He dropped his brush into a dirty cup, also caked with years of paint, letting the fine bristles soak away the blue.

The Paladins never left Bob’s game show. Since they couldn’t come to a consensus vote on who was the one that was going to leave the show, he kept putting them through more and more trials with them thinking that they left the show until they came to an unconscious consensus. Sometimes it meant manipulating personalities slightly, just because Bob does what he wants. 

@msbluebell  I found another AU to gush over.