Thats great jakob, now you just jump in the trash pit yourself and we’ll be all done!

(I actually love these guys…)

Ribbons kinda make you non-threatening, no matter whether you spit literal fire or nay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your work, it's just incredible! I was wondering if you could write a Fredrobin critical injury prompt, where Frederick is the one injured? Many thanks!

[ooh hoo hoo, the tables have turned~]

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He didn’t know how it happened. He’d always been so careful. Even more so since it was realized just how powerful the Valmese were.

A strength he’d been reminded of when the lance shattered the chink in his armor, and pierced his side. His eyes grew wide, choking on the blood in his throat as he sank down the tree trunk. The Valmese soldier sneered, leaving him to die.

Frederick couldn’t breathe. His hand pressed to the wound, blood spilling out from between his fingers. It was as deep as it was painful, and he was alone. His last vulnerary had been given to you, who he insisted needed it more than he did.

If only he’d known.

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