Kel (delta_owl) 🌿

idk why it took me this long to realize he’s the second funniest character in this game after balthus

Genuinely forgot I drew this ages ago how time flies.

hi you might remember me from twitter circa 2019-2020

And I will stop spamming soon but also remembered this classic

Here, thou incestuous, murd’rous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion! Is thy union here?
Follow my mother!

[King dies.]

Hapi turns, slightly startled, as Dedue tucks a flower into her hair

view of Hapi from the other side as Dedue leans in, earnestly replying, "I am not afraid. I have seen far worse monsters than yours."

and isn't that what every girl wants to hear

Here's the real Shiek page!

#zelda40th #zelda40thanniversary #oot #artpost

Belated happy Legend of Zelda anniversary ♥️💙💚 #Zelda

an image of Daisy from the mario franchise edited to be holding a gun, saying "I do not support all indies, some of you bitches use gen ai"

mood of the morning.

Dimileth Exchange Reveal 🙌
I bet no one spotted me 😏

People Fooled: 0 🤡
(Imma learn how to write so no one can spot me next time 😔)
#ディミレス #DimilethExchange

For Vannen 💚💙 I'll push the hopes Flavor to any AU I can touch lol

archiveofourown.org/works/79077936

I remember! 🙋‍♀️ It was fantastic!

フェリクスおたおめ

That's why I wrote it 🤝

Felixposting 4: electric can't-think-of-more

Felixposting 3: electric jubilee

Are we sensing a trend in my favorite ways to portray him

Felixposting 2: electric boogaloo

Felixposting old art for the birthday boy himself

[#FE3H]
Since I can't draw something for tomorrow, have some of my favorites of the Felix art I've made in the past 💙

Villains this generation just don’t monologue like they used to, now they only mog, rizz and take selfies for social media

Happy birthday Felix! I have nothing new, but here is the (implied dimilix) Felix and Rodrigue comic I made back in 2020 #art #FE3H (4/7)

I think I mention this like once a year but linhardts voice inflection is so attractive I am genuinely obsessed. No wonder he gets a same sex paired ending.

snotacon comic commission

Time ticked down slowly in the dark of the closet. It was close and warm, which Dimitri imagined was partly the incandescence of Felix's rage at being forced into this situation. He'd said nothing for the, oh, two and quarter minutes (Dimitri was counting; what else was there to do?) since Mercedes, hands fluttering, herded them into Annette's hall closet for seven minutes in what Dimitri would describe as purgatory. Dimitri, for his part, had said, "Sorry," as the door clicked shut behind them. Felix dignified that with an irritated noise, understandably—the first time they'd been alone together in years and it was in complete darkness, in a space so small Felix had nowhere to be that wasn’t right where Dimitri was. Dimitri shifted, trying to give Felix more room. Hangers clattered noisily against each other, startlingly loud. "Sorry," Dimitri said again. The chasm of Felix's answering silence itched at Dimitri. "You're a good friend," he continued, grasping. "I know it isn't ideal, but going through with this... game, for the sake Annette's birthday, is kind of you. With the shape her childhood took it seems important that in adulthood she be allowed the liberty of play—"

"Oh my god," Felix muttered. Dimitri paused. "Do you disagree?" "It's not called seven minutes of psychoanalyze your friends," Felix said. Felix's voice, at normal speaking volume, seemed to wash over and through Dimitri. Something inside him clenched with pained and sudden want. He recognized their usual dynamic, magnified. Felix withholding, Dimitri abiding—but with darkness and proximity, Dimitri knew more precisely than ever the shape of what he was missing. "Is there something you would prefer to talk about?" he asked quietly. "Why talk," Felix said. "Why not just enjoy the total darkness and smell of mothballs?" "You raise a good point," Dimitri said. "About the darkness, I mean. It's the perfect opportunity to fulfill my dream of trying on Annette's old Catholic school uniform. I always thought the skirt would flatter me." Felix choked out a laugh beside him. Dimitri flushed with unprecedented satisfaction. "Jesus," Felix said. "Seven minutes in heaven—it really does all go back to Our Lady of Perpetual Cold and Suffering."

"I thought we weren't psychoanalyzing our friends," Dimitri said. He heard Felix shift, and his voice came clearer, as though he'd turned to face Dimitri. "It's your idea of heaven I'm talking about." Dimitri swallowed. "And are we not friends?" Something strange happened to Felix's breathing. A skip, a rush. Then silence, like he'd stopped entirely. "We can talk about something else," Dimitri said, his voice an apology. Another beat. "Why talk," Felix said again, quieter this time, and then his mouth was on Dimitri's, unchaste and perfect. Their bodies were flush against each other. Felix parted Dimitri’s lips with his own and Dimitri learned very suddenly about the texture and devastating heat of Felix’s tongue. Felix's hands tangled in Dimitri's hair, keeping him locked down, held exactly as Felix wanted him. Dimitri had no idea what his own hands were doing. One fluttered near Felix’s hip, the other pet clumsily at his hair. He had to stage a conscious, deliberate effort just to breathe. He heard a groan and was startled to recognize it as his.

"Good," Felix whispered savagely. Dimitri's insides were molten. Felix could do anything, anything he wanted with him. He bit at Dimitri's lower lip and Dimitri groaned again, incautiously loud. His hands flexed, wanting. "Felix—" Then it was over, as suddenly as it had started. Distance sprung up between them again. Somewhere beyond the closet door, a timer beeped. Felix’s hands were the last thing to leave Dimitri’s body, only by a millisecond, but Dimitri felt it as much longer. Their friends were calling for them. Dimitri breathed heavily, blinking and winded while Felix pushed past him to the door. The light from the hall was blinding, and he saw only enough of Felix to know Felix wasn’t looking back at him. Dimitri stood a moment longer in the comfort of the half-dark. He felt dizzy. He felt ravaged. Taking stock of himself, he was shocked to find he was achingly hard. “Fuck,” he said. He opened his hand, clenched tight, and found Felix’s hair tie, a red circle sitting in his palm.

#2026dimilixweek entry for day 4 - felix's mouth

Shroud #original

........ their love language is bothering each other #otasune

also can't believe i never posted a mimir #otasune doodle here

is this thing on. can anyone hear me

apple flowers in gouache

I'm working my way up to pear, the classiest of all the flowering trees