Stellmaris

@stellmaris.bsky.social

Fanart dump | mostly FE3H | possessed by dimileth | she/her sometimes mature posts https://stellmaris.carrd.co/

QRP with your most popular piece on bsky ~ This #FE3H piece is still one of my personal favorites, so I'm glad it's the one that got the most attention so far. (Thought my most popular piece was a f!Byleth fanart though)

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✨🪻Hunter 🪻✨@deerlordhunter.bsky.social · 4d ago

QRP with your most popular piece on bsky ~ iiiiiit's THIS ol' guy, Thistle D'Nicely s2 outfit! Happy it's one of my character designs and not a 2 second sketch, thought a 2 second sketch was runner-up.

When I first played fe3h I deadass thought there was going to be a big reveal that Shamir was Felix's sister and now thanks to my boy Io here I am vindicated in clocking their identical looks. That's just how Dagdan genes are I guess. Felix's mom is Dagdan confirmed to me now

Io from fefw. He looks like a perfect cross between Shamir and Felix

By/leth haters are so weird bc they write their posts with one hand, I swear, LOL. Sure buddy, keep delusioning yourself that they are a self insert by ignoring the canon material+ drama Cds+ Engage Manga. It's okay to dislike something just because!! No need to lie about it!!

another #wip for the Byleth Bash, this time for Blue Lions day 💙🦁 inventing a new version of the bechdel test, but it's for writing a conversation between Byleth and Dedue that's not about Dimitri 😂

He didn’t protest when the professor motioned for him to stand aside. He watched, silent and expressionless, as she approached the horse. In seconds, any trace of its discomfort vanished. Instead of shying away, the horse nosed at her pockets, whickering happily as she stroked its head.

“My apologies,” Dedue said stiffly. He stared over the top of her head. “Horses do not like me.”

The professor hummed. “Animals are intuitive.”

Dedue’s heart sank. Despite the many cruel and abusive words he’d faced in life, the professor’s condemnation felt far worse. “Of course,” he said, trying to sound indifferent. “Even horses know to fear a man of Duscur.”

Byleth glanced over her shoulder, brows slightly furrowed. “A horse does not know what Duscur is.”