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Unofficial interest check

Hey! I was thinking it might be fun to do a Fire Emblem Siblings week. If I did, would any of ya'll like to participate? It would be for all the Fire Emblem games, old, new, and spin-off. If you have any thoughts, I'd love to hear them!

would the prospective fire emblem siblings week be intended only for canon characters or would oc siblings to canon characters be acceptable?

I was thinking only canon characters. By canon, I mean anybody who appears or is mentioned. For example, Glenn Fraldarius from Three Houses is never actually seen. But since he is mentioned, he is a canon character. Therefore, he would be accepted. The same goes for unnamed siblings, for example, Edelgard's siblings. They are mentioned, and therefore canon.

On the other hand, if somebody makes up a brother for Dimitri, say Ralph Bob Blaiddyd, he would not be accepted, because Dimitri is never mentioned as having a brother.

Basically, fan designs of mentioned characters would be accepted, completely original characters would not.

I hope that answered your question!

what’s your thinking on non-blood siblings for the FE siblings week? For instance, would Elincia/Lucia/Geoffrey count? (or something even more of a stretch like Soren/Pelleas)

I was going to write up the rules once I got it set up, but here was my thinking:

Siblings means full siblings, half siblings, step-siblings, and adopted siblings. So Elincia, Lucia, and Geoffrey definitely count. I realize adopted can be a little vague, when you have odd duos like Sothe and Micaiah, who claim to be siblings but don't necessarily think of each other as such. I would count Sothe and Micaiah, though, if anybody wanted to do them. I would probably leave vague pairs fairly up to participant discretion, but Soren and Pelleas, ooh, that is a stretch. I'm not sure about that one.

I went and made the blog already, the little gun-jumper I am. ;P

I will answer questions from either blog though.

The blog's name is above in the reblog, otherwise it can be found here: @fireemblemsiblingsweek

Fire Emblem fans ahoy! I am interested in hosting a Fire Emblem Siblings Week!

Fire Emblem Fans only, please! I want to get an accurate idea of where things stand.

The week would be about making art and fanfiction about any siblings from any Fire Emblem game, whether Shadow Dragon, Radiant Dawn, Heroes, or Engage. There would be a prompt list made by yours truly. Thank you for your time. :)

By the way, I know the interest check poll isn't finished, but I'm thinking the week will be held at the end of May. Any thoughts? Anybody aware of it conflicting with another major week?

By the way, I know the interest check poll isn't finished, but I'm thinking the week will be held at the end of May. Any thoughts? Anybody aware of it conflicting with another major week?

With the poll almost over, I'm going to set rules/prompts up soon. If anybody has prompt ideas they'd like to share, shout 'em out and we'll add them to the consideration pool. :)

Here are the prompts!

For those who have trouble reading the image:

Day 1: Challenge/Clothes

Day 2: Fears/Books

Day 3: Secret/Bedtime

Day 4: Imitation/Dirt

Day 5: Duty/Horses

Day 6: Return/Hands

Day 7: Change/Mentor

Use or don't use at your pleasure!

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The Restless Vestra

Fire Emblem Siblings Week Day 2: Fears

Length: Best guess is around 1200 words.

Rating: E for Everyone.

Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked. Oswald lay under his blankets, staring through the half open doorway into the empty hall beyond. The clock was the only thing making any noise. Well, if you discounted the creaks the house kept making. They happened every now and then when he started to relax. He knew they were just caused by the wind, but that didn't mean he had to like them. He turned and looked out his window, and saw a bat flutter past in the moonlight. His brother had once told him that if a bat bit you, you could go mad. Which had left Oswald a bit leery of them, but also mighty curious.

He lay back down, tapping his foot up and down on the bed. He just wanted to sleep, but his body said no. And lying here was boring. Boring, but what else could he be doing? He couldn't read, because he wasn't allowed to light candles unsupervised. He still blamed the cat for the burn mark on the parlor rug, but rules were rules. Rules could also be broken, but he would have to find matches, and that meant venturing out into the dark, wide house.

He got off his bed and crept slowly over to the doorway. He peered out. There was no sound besides the clock ticking, and of course, the creaking. At least this creaking was quieter. He looked right, and then left, and saw nothing except closed doors and shadows. He was incredibly bored in his room, but he decided his mom would kill him if he stole matches. Well, maybe he could sneak a snack. She probably wouldn't be too mad about that. He slid one slippered foot and then another into the hallway, staring over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on a particularly dark shadow near his mother's room.

Walking one way and looking another isn't the best way of getting around. Especially when you step on something wet.

He stared down in dismay. It seemed to be a small animal. A mouse? Or a bat?! What if it was still alive and bit him so he went crazy, like Hubert had said? He backed away from it. He wasn't sure what to do.

Well, who better to ask for advice and a light than Hubert himself? Assuming he was awake. Oswald didn't know what time it was, and didn't want to rouse him, because he might get angry.

He quietly stepped over to his brother's door, trying not to shy from the shadows nearby. He put his ear to it. All was silent within. He didn't even hear the scratch of Hubert's quill. So he was asleep. Oswald hesitated. Who better to wake, his brother or his mother?

The door opened. Oswald yelped.

"Hush! What are you upset about?" said Hubert, his tall figure framed in candlelight.

"I didn't think you were awake," Oswald whispered. "But listen- I think I stepped on a dead mouse over there."

Hubert raised his eyebrows. Then he slipped past him and out into the hallway, where he crouched down in one swift motion beside the small, dark thing on the floor. Oswald watched him from the doorway.

Hubert looked at it for a few seconds, then scooped it into his hand and came over to Oswald. As he approached, the candlelight crept onto his grim expression.

"Hand," he said.

"Huh?" said Oswald.

"Hand!" Hubert whispered harshly, gesturing at him.

"No!" Oswald said, but seeing Hubert's face, he complied and held it out.

Hubert dropped the wet thing onto it.

Oswald uttered a quiet yell, turning his face away. Then he turned it back to look at the thing in his hand. It was a cat toy.

He looked up at Hubert, who was shaking with tiny chuckles.

"Very funny," said Oswald. "I can't see in the dark, I didn't know what it was!"

"Well, you didn't bother to look very closely, did you? Ah, well. Seems this fellow's had a swim in the water dish." Hubert tossed the toy back into the hallway, against the wall this time so it wouldn't find another foot. "Come on, before we wake Mother." He pushed against Oswald's back so he went inside, then shut the door behind them.

He went to his desk and sat down. Oswald came and stood beside him.

"You can sit," said Hubert, waving at his bed. Oswald got on it, and sat looking at him, kicking his legs.

"So, why were you stumbling around in the dark like a blindfolded monkey?"

Oswald huffed. "I can't sleep."

"Ah," said Hubert. "And why, pray tell?"

Oswald shrugged. "I don't know. Just not tired enough, I guess."

"I see." He picked up his quill with one hand, and one of the many papers on his desk with the other.

"What are you doing? Something boring?"

"Yes."

"Do you wanna do something else?"

"No."

Oswald looked down at his feet, and kept kicking them.

Hubert leaned back in his chair. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh! Uh. Nothing, I guess. I don't know. -Do bats really make you go mad, Hubert?"

Hubert let out a laugh. "Where did that come from? Yes, getting bit by one can give you an unpleasant mind altering disease. Can. Not necessarily will. But I don't know why you bring it up." He watched Oswald for a few seconds. "Are you just going to sit there, then?"

"Well...I don't know. Wait." He smiled hesitantly. "Will you read me a story?"

Hubert looked at his papers, then pushed them away. "Aren't you a little old for that?" He was already getting up and turning to his bookshelf.

Oswald kicked his legs again, this time out of happiness. "No," he said. "Well, maybe, but I still want one."

"Then move over, or do you want to make me sit on the floor?"

Oswald scurried to the side of the bed, letting Hubert sit down and stretch his long legs down the quilt. He opened the book, and Oswald huddled up against him. Hubert sighed.

"What are you, a little child?"

"No," said Oswald, clutching Hubert's arm so he couldn't escape. Hubert shook his head. He put his arm around his brother and read to him awhile, until he fell asleep. When he did, with his head resting against Hubert's side, Hubert rose from the bed. He carefully pulled the quilt down and then over him, sneaking off his slippers at the same time. He tucked him snugly, then looked at him for a moment. He smiled to himself.

"Good night, Oswald," he murmured. He went back to his desk, where he himself fell asleep soon after.

Day 3: Secret/Bedtime

Lambert is an imp.

Day 4: Imitation

I like Uther, but can never seem to draw him in a serious context.

My Sister for a Horse

Fire Emblem Siblings Week Day 5- Duty/Horses

Length: Probably about 3000.

Rating: E for everyone.

Marcia stretched her arms out and twisted back and forth. Pretty soon, it would be time to break camp and head out. She was happy to get going. It sure beat waiting around for that golden army to attack.

She was doing her warmups, getting ready to go, but then she remembered that there was someone who might not be so ready on time. She picked up her bags, put them on her pegasus, and gave it a little kiss on the snout. Then she picked up her lance and went a few tents down, bouncing on every step. She saw Geoffrey who was taking down the men's tent, and Kieran who was supposed to be helping him but was talking loudly to Oscar, and even saw Danved, who was strapping on his armor and humming a wandery tune, but there was one male member of the Crimean Knights that was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Captain," she said. Geoffrey looked at her and she waved, coming over. "Seen that useless jelly brain anywhere?"

Geoffrey shook his head. "Not since yesterday evening. He didn't even come to the tent to sleep last night."

"Ugh, so he passed out somewhere." She looked around at the camp. Some of the tents were being taken down, but even so, it was an utterly sprawling encampment. A great place for a fainted idiot to disappear.

"Well, thanks anyway," she said. She walked off, swinging her lance. "Where'd you go, you doofus..."

"Excuse me," said someone. She looked up. It was that Gallian captain, Ranulf.

"Oh, hey," she said. "You need something?"

"No," he said. "But I thought I overheard you asking about your brother. Last time I saw him, he was over there amongst the supplies, looking- well, a bit odd."

"Rats, he's drunk," said Marcia. "Thanks, Mister, I'm going to go pound him." She hurried to the place he had indicated. There were lots of bags and crates there, and lots of people, too. She wandered about a bit, looking here and there but not seeing him. Wondering if a higher vantage point would help, she clambered onto a stack of wooden crates and stood up, looking out over the supplies and workers. There wasn't a sign of pink hair anywhere. She huffed and sat down. "Where are you, sponge brain..."

"M-Marcia?" came Makalov's voice from behind her.

She looked down the back of the crates. Makalov was sitting there in the shadows, looking up at her with guilty eyes.

"Busted," she growled, and dropped off the crates, landing on her feet next to him. "We are in the middle of a war here. A war that could change the whole world. Did'ja think about that at all before drinking yourself silly?"

"There's barely a drop in me, Marcia," said Makalov, "I swear." There were voices from the supply area, and he looked that way nervously.

"Well, what's got you all worked up, then?" Obviously he wasn't hiding from her, though he hadn't looked happy to see her, either.

"Are you hiding from Lucia?"

"Huh? No..."

"Geoffrey?"

He jumped. "Shh! Marcia, you don't know what a pickle I'm in. I can't let Geoffrey know, but- oh, I don't know what to do. I hate to lie to the guy, but..."

"Okay, so what pickle are you in? And more importantly, why were you dumb enough to get yourself into it?"

Makalov rubbed his hands against each other. "You don't understand, Marcia, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I had to."

"Okay, well, I'm sure Geoffrey won't mind. I mean, he'll mind, but he hasn't fired you yet, has he? Now hurry up and quit mopin'. Where's your horse?"

Makalov gave her a tragic look. "That's the problem, Marcia, I lost her. I lost Lightning. Geoffrey's going to kill me."

"Lost?" said Marcia. She looked around. "Well, there's still time to find her before we have to move, right? How could you lose a whole honkin' horse? They're kinda big, y'know."

"I know," he said, shaking his hands in agitation.

"Well it's no wonder you haven't found her if you've been sitting here this whole time." She hauled him up by the arm. "Come on."

"No, Marcia, I- I know where she is."

Marcia squinted at him. "Okay," she said, crossing her arms. "I don't get it."

He still looked rather upset, but was now nervously chuckling. "I know exactly where she is, too. It's just, ah. It's just, um..."

She took hold of the front of his armor. "Uh-huh?"

He let out another nervous chuckle. "I uh...well, like I said, who could pass a chance like that...I mean, that much money on the table..."

She released him and took a step back, looking at him with sharply narrowed eyes. "You...you bet her off?" His sheepish expression confirmed it. "You bet off Lightning!" She grabbed him and shook him. "That horse is probably the only reason you're even still in the army! And you bet it off! We are in a war! You are a paladin! You need Lightning!"

"Marcia, if we had that money, we could-"

"Don't lie to me! There is no 'we' where money is involved! You'd blow it in a week!"

"C'mon, you know I'd share..."

"It doesn't matter if you'd share or not, because you lost the bet, Makalov. No horse, no money, no nothing!" She released him. "I'm going to tell Geoffrey to beat you with a tent pole."

"No, please!" He clasped his hands together. "Don't tell him, Marcia! Pretty please!"

She put her hands on her hips. "You deserve everything you're going to get. I'm completely embarrassed to be related to you."

He leaned his head against the crate. "So you're going to tell him. He's gonna be furious. He's going to kill me, Marcia. You're right, that horse...I won't be the same without her. And she's practically a Ridell family heirloom. This'll get me kicked out of the knights for sure. And then what'll I do?"

Marcia wasn't sure Makalov could become anymore of a disgrace than he already was, but this could be an all time low. What would happen to him if he got fired? What about her? What would she do? She didn't want to have to quit and go after him.

She looked at Makalov, who looked back at her with pathetic eyes.

"Look, Marcia, I'm sorry, truly," he said. "But I can't get her back now."

Marcia let out a very loud, very long, sigh of frustration. "Well, maybe we can. Somehow. This guy who has the horse. If he was betting like you, he can't be that smart. Ugh," she groaned, "I can't believe I'm helping you." She wandered around in a circle, thinking. "Hmm. I know, we can scare him and say that Queen Elincia will come for him if he doesn't cooperate. Yeah, I like that!"

"Uh, Marcia?"

"What?"

"Well, um, the guy who has Lightning..."

"Yes?"

"It's, uh. It's King Kilvas."

"That greasy guy? Well, I bet he's still scared of Elincia."

"I bet he's not."

"Well, we've got a horse on the table," said Marcia, "So I better be right."

Makalov led her across the camp, ducking around and sneaking so badly that Geoffrey would have been less likely to notice him if he had been grandly strolling past his tent.

Marcia wasn't sure how likely she was to get that horse back, but she was prepared to try. They came around a tent.

"Look," said Makalov, pointing. Marcia saw he was pointing at Lightning, who was calmly eating grass.

King Naesala was calmly sitting on top of her.

He was scratching away in a little book, but looked up when they approached, Marcia in front and Makalov shuffling along behind her, his arm firmly stuck in her grasp.

Marcia gulped. This close, Naesala seemed very big. Especially since he was on a horse. But she wasn't going to give up yet. She cleared her throat. "Greetings, King Kilvas," she said, grandly waving a hand. "My name is Marcia, of the Crimean Royal Knights, and I- I- I have a request to make of you."

"He's not going to listen," said Makalov. Marcia glared at him, and then turned back to Naesala. "A request involving that fine steed on which you rest. Oh, great king." She curtsied.

Naesala raised his eyebrows. He slapped the little book shut. "If the request is that I return it to Sir Makalov, who is so bravely hiding behind you, then I'm not obligated to comply. You see, I won it from him in an honest game."

"Well- well," Marcia had completely forgotten the Elincia plan. "You're the raven king, so you probably cheated!"

Naesala smiled, raising his eyebrows even further. "Cheated? What an accusation. Care to produce evidence?" He looked at Makalov, who cringed, but stepped out enough from behind Marcia to say, "You- you had a sneaky look when you played those last rounds."

"I think it's called a poker face," said Naesala. "Well, if you don't have any solid evidence to produce, I guess you'll have to admit that this horse really is mine. That means it's mine to give as I please. And I don't."

"Okay, well, is there anything we can trade for it?" said Marcia.

Naesala smiled again, looking even more amused. "Not even a heron could trace your tactics, Lady Marcia. Why strain yourself so much on account of this fellow? Was this horse dear to you?"

"No, but he needs it!"

"If he really needed it, he wouldn't have played around with it. And if he did need it, the fact that he played anyway tells me he didn't deserve it. And before you ask again, I don't think there is anything you own that could pique my interest. Unless you happen to have antique paintings? Or perhaps two thousand pieces of gold?" He scoffed. "From what I can tell, all you have is stale rations and the armor on your back. Forget it."

"I told you this would happen," said Makalov hopelessly. Marcia watched him as he began walking away.

She turned back to Naesala. "Look, Mister- King Naesala. My brother is...he's...irresponsible. But if he tells his boss what happened, he could get fired, and I don't know what's going to happen then. If he goes away, I'll probably have to go, too, and I like my job. Could you please, please, please, please reconsider? I don't have a lot of money, but I'll give you everything I've got. I promise."

"Hmm," said Naesala. "I need you to sweeten the deal. Not just money. Give me something else. Something a little more interesting."

"Interesting? Uh...okay, um...I have, um...uh... Oh, come on, my brother is an idiot, but somewhere deep down, I think he wants to be a good guy. He's just stupid. Please, won't you change your mind?"

Naesala leaned closer to her. "Like I said. I'll give the horse back if you sweeten the deal. And I mean, seriously sweeten it. Don't you realize how much it's worth? I know, since you obviously can't repay me in money, I have a different offer, something I know you can give me."

Marcia scratched her nose. "What? I am not giving you my pegasus."

"Oh, no, I don't want you to. You'll need it."

"Well, now we're getting somewhere! What do you want me to get for you?"

Naesala blinked. "You."

"Wh- huh? Me?" Her expression was blank.

"Yes, you. Is that so strange? You're in the queen's royal guard, so obviously of some military quality, and you have a pegasus, so you could keep up with me and my people. Your brother's horse is worth more gold than you will be able to gather in twelve years. Is a few years of servitude under me so unfair?"

"Servitude! For my stupid brother!"

"Don't you care about him?" said Naesala. "It sounds like you don't."

"Well, I do, but..."

Naesala raised his eyebrows.

Marcia's jaw was tight, her feet nervously twitching. "I do, but that sounds terrible."

"Well, it's either three years in Kilvas or your brother loses everything. Your choice. That's my offer." He leaned back.

"Well, I- I'll..." She tapped her foot on the ground. "I can't watch over him if I do that...But..."

Naesala just watched her, smiling.

"Ugh," said Marcia. She held out her hand. "King Naesala, you are a nasty sleazeball, but I acc-"

"Nooooo!"

Makalov leapt in front of her before they could shake hands. "Marcia, no, don't do that! He's a monster!"

"I'm trying to help you, you bozo!"

Makalov looked at her. "Kilvas is a cold, dark, wasteland, and he lives in it! You can't go there, I won't let you! Listen to me!"

"Well, maybe I can do whatever I want! Besides, this is the only way."

He stared at her. "You would really do this, just for me and my old Lightning?"

"Yeah, now out of my way, cheese-fingers, before I change my mind."

Makalov kept staring at her, his gaze gradually growing in intensity. Unusually, it looked like thoughts were forming behind his brow. He pushed Marcia gently out of hand shaking reach, and then turned to Naesala.

"So Marcia is worth the same as the horse, huh?" he said.

Naesala shrugged. "No, but a good soldier complete with pegasus is the only thing she has to offer."

Makalov rubbed his hands together. "And you're set on this, Marcia?"

"Yep," said Marcia uncertainly.

Makalov gave her a hard look, a look that was uncharacteristically serious. "Are. You. Sure?" he said.

"Yes!"

"Okay," he said. "Well, I propose something then. I propose you and I have one more game, Mr. Naesala." He pulled a silver necklace out of his clothes. "If I win, I get to keep Marcia and the horse, and you get this necklace. If you win, you get the necklace and Marcia."

Naesala raised his eyebrows. "A necklace?"

"It's very expensive," said Makalov.

"I don't know," said Naesala. "Seems awfully advantageous for you and not really for me. Let me see that."

Makalov held the necklace out in the most alluring way he could. Naesala cocked his head back and forth, studying it.

"Hm," he said, leaning back. "I'd like to know where you stole that from. It must have cost a fortune originally."

"I didn't steal it," said Makalov. He puffed out his chest. "And I won't let you steal my sister."

"Makalov," Marcia hissed. "Astrid gave you that."

"You're worth more," he whispered back. He smiled sadly.

"Well, your offer is a bit feeble," said Naesala. "But I accept." He and Makalov shook on it.

"I can't believe you're betting with me like I'm money," said Marcia, as Naesala pulled up a low table. "This is so weird. This is a disaster."

"Well you were just going to give yourself away for nothing," said Makalov. "And you say I'm rash."

"I was giving myself away for you!" said Marcia, grabbing his arms. "Stop being dense!"

"Excuse me," said Naesala. They looked up at him. He waved the deck of cards. "A deal's a deal, Sir Makalov."

"Right," he said. He sat down on a small barrel, his expression steely. "You can't beat me, Naesala, I've got the power of passion on my side."

"Okay," Naesala said, his mouth curling into a tiny smile. "Hide it behind a good poker face and maybe you have a chance."

Marcia sat beside Makalov and watched the game. She watched as Makalov's brow got more and more wrinkled with consternation. This was one of the strangest things to ever happen to her. The raven king and her brother were playing cards for her? What had she been thinking? And Makalov always, always lost at gambling.

She sighed through her nose and kept watching. Naesala's poker face was the same as his normal face. Makalov's was screwed up with concentration when it was Naesala's turn, but completely changed when it was his. He wiped his face blank and stared as steadily as he could into Naesala's eyes as he took his card. Marcia couldn't tell what he was thinking. She almost wondered if he had a chance.

At last, after watching a dull, anxiety filled game of cards, during which a small audience had gathered, and Marcia was regretting her offer more and more, the final play came. Makalov inhaled deeply, then lay his hand down. The numbers on his cards were low, a good thing. Marcia looked nervously up at Naesala, daring to hope her brother could win. Naesala gave a small smile, and lay his own hand down.

"Well done," he said.

He had lost.

Makalov and Marcia screamed, and hugged each other. "You did it!" Marcia shrieked, bouncing. "You actually won! I don't believe it!"

Makalov laughed hysterically and picked her up off her feet. "We're free! We're free! We're freeee!"

They both scream laughed and jumped up and down, shouting in celebration. After a few minutes they stopped. Makalov patted Marcia on the head. "Thanks, sis. I owe you one-hundred."

"You better believe it," said Marcia, punching him in the arm. "Now get your horse and let's get going, we've got some ridin' to do."

Makalov took Lightning's reins and turned to Naesala. He handed him the necklace. "Good game, Your Majesty." He gave him a toothy grin.

"Good game yourself. Don't you have some knights to get back to?"

"Yep. Come on, Marcia." Marcia linked arms with him and they went off with the horse, giggling and arguing.

Naesala sat on his stool and watched them leave. Leanne, who had been one of the observers, came and stood beside him.

"He was pretty lucky to be able to win against you," she said.

Naesala shrugged. "He had the power of passion on his side." He reached into his sleeve and pulled out his low cards. He smiled, then frowned. "Now what do I do with this cheap necklace?"