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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

perfect is the enemy of finished perfect is the enemy of finished perfect is the enemy of fini

Ferdinand's eyes fluttered closed as he turned his face to the sun, letting the breeze ruffle his hair. He would've liked to have Hubert's rejection in writing, too, to reread whenever his resolve to keep his distance faltered.

A pompous, arrogant whelp, who flaunted his family name as though he'd done something to earn it. Too blinded by the glow of his own self-importance to see-

He shook his head, a melancholy smile on his lips. One day he might be able to think back to Hubert's rejection without wincing, but it wouldn't be today.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

every good game has a Ferdinand

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

I like just looking at the sky sometimes

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

if you ever find yourself in the market for ferdibert sharing a single body and a single braincell, you might enjoy this archiveofourown.org/works/527200...

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

choose your fighter picrew.me/en/image_mak...

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

leaving myself notes at the end of the WIP to know where I've left of is... a mixed bag

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

this really is so funny if you aren't a native speaker

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

This only took me half of forever. Well, I think that once they grow closer, Ferdinand will be quite sympathetic. In the Academy, he'll probably feel the sudden urge to take up the trumpet.

Manuela held back her I told you so-s, but only because the young general was in no shape to process them. While one of the orderlies took away the bucket Hubert had been clinging to minutes earlier, Manuela drew the privacy curtain around the bed closed, pulled up a chair, and took Hubert's hand, sending in pulses of weak healing magic. The hand in her own was cold and clammy. Manuela ran her thumb over the swollen joints, watching for any signs of another attack.

The door to the infirmary flew open. She got up, lips pursed. Whoever thought it wise to disturb when she was seeing to a patient would get a piece of her mind.

Or not.

"Edelgard?" Her eyes widened. "Ferdinand? What are you two doing here?"

Those words were mainly aimed at Her Majesty, considering that Ferdinand didn't look like he knew either. He had to come straight from the training grounds - he was uncharacteristically dishevelled, a towel slung around his shoulders.

"Hubert collapsed, hasn't he?" Edelgard's face was unreadable, a lake frozen over. "I was told healing from someone whose magic he's already accustomed to is more efficient."

Manuela raised an eyebrow. Ferdinand averted his eyes, tell-tale pink tinting his ears. "Well- when there was a smaller scrape or headache, I would assist... naturally!"

She rested her hands on her hips and tossed her head in the direction of the curtain. "All yours." She shot Edelgard a smile. "I'll keep an eye on him, of course. The only thing that should worry you is how hellbent Hubert seems to be on his self-destruction."

Edelgard pinched the bridge of her nose. "Trust me, I know."

Atop the blanket, Hubert's fingers twitched. The smell of vinegar and herbs hit his nose before he fully regained consciousness. The infirmary, then. He nuzzled the pillow, only to find that the pillow was, in fact, not a pillow. He sat up and then winced, the movement too abrupt for his pounding head.

"Fear not, it is only me," came a voice from what he mistook to be a pillow. Ferdinand sat up and wrapped a steadying arm around his waist. Only him. Only? As if such a thing were possible.

Hubert suddenly grew all too aware of the unpleasant taste lingering in his mouth, the sweat-slick hair sticking to his face and he harboured no illusions about the state of his complexion either.

"Manuela said you can be moved into your own bed once you wake up," Ferdinand continued, rubbing Hubert's back. Calloused hand left trails of tingling faith magic in its wake, warm and familiar like the first cup of coffee on a chilly morning. "Do you feel up to it? I could carry you, if you would prefer."

All he wanted was to crawl under the covers and stay there until he devised a reliable memory-altering spell. Looking for his gloves, looking for his tome, looking anywhere but at him, Hubert grumbled: "I suppose you've proposed worse plans."

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

so I have the Slay the Princess ao3 skin and I didn't see this before and it took me out

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

world's worst gamer confirmed

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

Omer, HOW are you so kind to me!!!!!!!!!!!

A cat overwhelmed by heart emojis staring at a phone screen.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

trying to make progress with that horribly belated chapter, pray for me

Dorothea took the letter from his unresisting fingers and gave it a quick read. "This is very brief. Are you sure Ferdie sent it?" Before Hubert could say anything, Dorothea set it down, and continued: "When you write back, tell him I said hi- no, wait, this is Ferdie we're talking about. Send him my regards. Oh, and tell him that Petra-"

"I have no intention of writing back," he interrupted her, though not unkindly. "This is simply a report, not… personal correspondence."

"Hubie, you don't mean to tell me you never respond, right?"

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

-Burying Bones are all named, which is not a standard for me. "206" is self-explanatory, but other than that the names are mostly music references, including the title of the fic itself (Bones, specifically Jaida Dreyer's version):

There's something waiting, it can't be found
Tied to the chains of what's going in the ground
Right now I'm strong but I'm not naive
One day this could be, be the death of me

Every now and then you let what you love go
And wicked things you carry swallow you up whole
We'll bless these bleeding hands and what will rest below
I'm burying bones, burying bones

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @anophiles.bsky.social!!! May the S*n let us all survive and keep at it in the art mines. archiveofourown.org/works/90249586 #ferdibert

"Yes! Precisely!" Another sip of coffee, another expression that wouldn't be out of place on a gargoyle. "Do you have any sugar around here?"

Hubert raised an eyebrow. "Take a guess."

Five times Ferdinand brought up dancing plus one time Hubert did.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

I want to screenshot every frame

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

that doesn’t sound quite right but who am I to argue with an online personality test

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

normal things to say about opera

I've yet to see a version of this scene that isn't incredibly horny
thank god

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

A little intense, but I kind of like it...?

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 05/07/2026

#ferdibert New chapter of Ferdinand's Letter is now available: archiveofourown.org/works/751337...

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 18/06/2026

There are too many options, even if I only stuck to English. Invictus by Henley is dear to me, Robert Browning's The Laboratory is an old favourite, too... The Drunken Boat by Arthur Rimbaud (different translation though) is also up there... I do enjoy poetry, though I'm a bit basic with it.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

That in the mortar—you call it a gum?
Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come!
And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,
Sure to taste sweetly,—is that poison too?

But, in truth, I have wept too much! Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
Acrid love has swollen me with intoxicating torpor
O let my keel burst! O let me go into the sea!

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

Well, recently I burnt through Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, so that was a big one. In general, I have a soft spot for isekai, transmigration, reincarnation and so on, so it was only a matter of time. Villains Are Destined to Die is another one that enchanted me, and I can’t wait to see how it-

Ask me something!
what are all the current things that occupy your brain lately? shows, manga, podcasts etc

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

more progress on Ferdinand's Letter

"Well…" Ferdinand began, struggling to find words. The sun had already set, and his aunt would have much to say about his tardiness. She had a lot to say about many things in general, though her monologues were largely unburdened by facts.

The same could be said of the most of the extended family. They couldn't comprehend why duke Aegir was arrested, and so they simply elected to ignore it. Once the initial shock subsided, they even treated the war, "that unpleasant affair", as a mere interlude that would pass soon, Ferdinand's own involvement as a young man's folly.

Why should they care? Enbarr was safe.

He cleared his throat. "That was most enlightening, Hubert. Thank you for showing me, though I cannot for the life of me understand why you did."

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

fashionably late for WIP Wednesday with Ferdinand's Letter

"Hubert! Were you looking for me? What happened?"

The other waved his hand dismissively, like a man whose past hour wasn't filled with constant glances out of the window. "Must there be a reason?"

"Yes, there must." Ferdinand crossed his arms. "Have you forgotten? It is best we do not touch on topics other than work and weather."

Hubert scoffed. "As you wish. I thought you might be interested in- ah, never mind. The weather is tolerable. Goodnight."

It was bait. Even Ferdinand could tell that it was bait. Lichen growing on the underside of a rock could tell that it was bait. He shifted his weight and blurted out: "Interested in what?"

So be it. Anyone would be curious. Hubert could shove that victorious smirk where… wherever he kept his other poisons.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

picked up Ferdinand's Letter again... what's going on with Hubert??? + a little Antagonist sneak peek

Dorothea slipped out of Hubert's office and finally breathed that sigh of relief she'd been holding since handing over the coded missives from Hrym. Only one, and then she was smiling again, as a diva should.

"Dorothea! I thought you were on tour!"

Ferdinand's voice carried, but he didn't come closer, as though there was an invisible barrier around Hubert's office. Dorothea wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Back in the Academy, those two got along like sopranos and mezzos, or sopranos and contraltos, or sopranos and other sopranos - any improvement on that front would be a miracle.

She crossed her arms. "The opera company had to return to the capital at some point, you know."

"Ah-" He flushed. "Of course. Of course! What I meant is that I did not expect to see you today. It has been too long."

[…]

"You may escort me to the opera," she offered. "Or are you too busy?"

The door to Hubert's office opened a crack, barely perceptible. Hubert didn't join them and if Ferdinand noticed, he gave no sign of it.

The guards posted in front of the palace had enough good sense to pretend they weren't eavesdropping when their Emperor addressed the minister of the imperial household.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?"

Hubert nodded, his expression unreadable behind the curtain of dark hair. "It is for the best, given the situation."

She watched him for a moment. "Nobody believes you would harm Ferdinand."

"Why not?" He wouldn't meet her eyes. "A motive could be invented easily enough, I imagine. Best I maintain some distance until the situation is resolved."

They never made a habit of vulnerability - it would be too awkward to start now. Worse yet, he had a point.

Without another word, Edelgard disappeared in the infirmary. Compared to the one in Garreg Mach, it was smaller, but equipped with anything a doctor could wish for and furnished not just for efficiency, but for comfort. She didn't need it often. Not yet.

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

#FerdibertWeek2026 Ferdibert, now with monsterloving! archiveofourown.org/works/86004246

It was an accident, Hubert didn't say. Because they both knew that. Because it would change nothing. Because no words fit around the twist in his heart. Because, frankly, his brain was not in charge at the moment. Instead, he loosened his grip on Ferdinand's hair to stroke his cheek. "Consider me contrite."

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Darkivist @thedarkivist.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

#FerdibertWeek2026 The prologue to one of the fics I'm working on for the ferdibert week. I hoped I'd have finished it by now, but I hope you'll forgive my hubris there. Day 1: Secret archiveofourown.org/works/859392...

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