#dedue molinaro

The world is a cruel and unjust place. There is no harmony in the universe. The only constant is suffering.

minutes later

omg house leader’s + retainer’s redesigns

fe3h but its all Pop Team Epic

sylvain bullying

youtube au! in which dedue and dimitri live together and have three cats

muscle bros club said gay rights!

tender…

their peaceful farm life and their wedding

can you guess what game I’ve been obsessed with

((and my favorite house))

Just a very good and precious boi!

I needed a new twitter banner ‘cause my old one was winter-themed so I ran a poll and Dedue won, so I drew a new banner for myself feat. him and a round bird

My copy of Fodlan Cuizine has finally arrived and everything looks amazing

I’m so thankful for having been part of this project along side so many talented people!!

Annette fidgets with her hands nervously. She stands in front of a door adorned with golden ivy and a pair of guards dressed in the sea-like blue of their proud motherland, and she knows she shouldn’t be so anxious, but if she was asked her thoughts on the matter, she’d say she’s owed her nervosity and so much more given the circumstances. 

The servants dressed her all in white, a silk gown with cut-out sleeves and slits on both sides up to her thighs. It’s a little embarrassing, but it allows her an ample range of movements and with the warm sun above her, she certainly won’t argue. 

Annette timidly looks up at the guard next to her, the golden pin on her chest marking her as the prince’s personal guard. 

“Please, announce me.” Annette asks, and she almost doesn’t dare to tuck a strand of wild hair behind her ear knowing how heavy these blue sapphires weigh on her earrings. 

The royal guard nods, barely eying at her before her spear hits the ground thrice, her clear voice echoing in the marble hall,

“Laadai Annette of House Dominic, who hails from the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.”

Hearing her words, the two guards open the door, revealing a smaller hall. Annette heads inside, feeling the cold and much too expensive marble under her feet, the golden jewels on her body, tingling with her every step, from the circlet resting on her head to the jeweled chains on her thighs through the expensive bracelets on her ankles. 

She’s almost certain this entire attire costs more than everything she owns, but she is to serve a prince, so it doesn’t matter if she’s against being dressed as a jewel as long as it lays as proof of her prince’s grandeur.

Annette bows in front of a fainting couch, narrowed by rows of servants stationed by its side with pitchers and baskets of fruits. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Highness,” She says, guessing the shape of the prince behind the white curtains separating them. 

The prince sits leisurely cross-legged above him, holding his chin in the palm of his hand. Annette feels a chill coursing through her as she wonders if he’s looking at her, if he deems her a treat to the reign he solidified so arduously. 

“I am to be your retainer,” She claims as she falls to her knees in reverence, for she may not stand until he asks her to, but it has already been a painfully long time since she entered the room and he has yet to even remotely talk to her. 

The man silently gestures at one of the servants and soon the curtains are removed, revealing the face of the man she will serve. 

White hairs, she thinks. While skin is just as dark as the earth of his lands, a beautiful mix of brown, it is the shade of his hair which catch her eyes. A rare occurrence, only born by the royal family may hope to once bear.

A gift of the gods, as the duscurians say. A proof they are fit to rule, to lead their people through the eternity of Duscur’s existence. 

“I am aware.” The prince finally answers, piercing lagoon eyes focused on her, trying to unveil to secrets she could bear. 

Thislaadai will do. After all, she was sent by the Faerghus King himself, refusing her is not a price he is willing to pay in this life or the next.

At least, she looks sharp.

Dedue assumes she should be, were she to be sent here as Lambert’s spy.

dedue my beloved

Long time no post :))

I could not live with myself if I didn’t draw a picture for my mans ;;;

[MENTIONS SPOILERS]

Day 22: Role Swap

/I have a thing for chars that snapped so pls let me do this/

I’ll explain this AU-

An AU where Dedue was the one who made it out alive while Dimitri sacrificed himself. Not wanting to see Dedue die and not being able to live with the few remaining survivors of Duscur.

Dedue considers the death of Dimitri to be his fault and he blames himself for failing as a vassal. As his shield.

So- in a sense, instead of Dimitri being haunted by the death of those from the tragedy of Duscur.

It’s Dedue who is haunted by Dimitri, by failing to protect the one who swore to protect. Believing that if he kills Cornelia he’ll be forgiven by his highness.

Day 5: Injured/Wounded

Day 24: Mythology

I would not have forgiven myself if I didn’t draw a centaur Dedue.