#sylnatz

screenshot of the opening information of the linked fic, "reflect me, meet me (where i am).

excerpt from the linked fic: "Sylvain took a breath. “You’ve probably never seen it, but there’s two ways to breed cows. Normally you just kind of set your stud loose in the pasture with the cows, and he’ll just get right to work. One good bull can get through dozens of cows. Or, if you care a lot about exact lineage and all that, or your bull isn’t getting the job done, you lock your cow and your bull in a little section, all on their own.” He waved a hand. “He’s a stud either way, right? He fucks until it’s time to slaughter him, and the how and whom and where is just about logistics.” Ignatz didn’t know what to say, except that he felt Sylvain’s emptiness so deeply, like it had briefly become his own. “I think, in the course of my life, I’ve messed around with dozens of girls,” said Sylvain bitterly. “I thought it made me clever, thought it was on my own terms, thought I was — having fun my way. But when I think about it, I’ve just been set loose in the pasture for a while, and since I’m not getting the right results, I’ll be brought in for hand-mating soon. So I — you know what I’m saying, right?” Ignatz nodded. “I’m sick of feeling like an animal,” Sylvain said. “I’ve done it to myself, I know, but — but now I feel like anyone I’m sent to marry is just going to be the unlucky heifer that’s been picked for me. And that we’re both way more valuable for the babies we churn out than who we are as people. I think it’s — kind of turned me off the whole thing. Feels like even if I did marry someone I kinda like, there’d always be this part that…that turns me right back into the stud-bull.”

hi. happy late valentines day here is a tiny (for me, anyways) #sylnatz fic, "reflect me, meet me (where I am)". it is sweet and simple and has some beloved sylvain dialogue. please enjoy!
#fe3h

archiveofourown.org/works/79616186

(stress venting #sylnatz post) ignatz is so small and loving like...when sylvain has a difficult day he wants nothing more than just to grab ignatz and squeeze and cuddle him like a big stuffed animal but 10x better bc ignatz gives happy encouraging forehead kisses and strokes sylvains hair.

how can i make this into a #wipwednesday you may be wondering. post azure gleam #sylnatz on yet another kind of awkward date be upon you.

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sylvain: man im so tired i feel like i could melt into goo
ignatz: i would scoop you into a bottle and wear you on my belt
sylvain: what
ignatz: until i could find a way to reconstitute you of course! but if i couldnt id still keep you with me always and love you as goo ❤️
sylvain:

[ #fe3h , #sylnatz ] okay take this old wip as an apology for not being here as often lol

[ #fe3h , #sylnatz ] da happy couple

ignatz as ellen hutter. her hair is tied back with two wisps of stray hair sticking out on the left side of her hair. she has thin oval frame glasses. the top right is a doodle of her dreading the shadow of count orlok’s hand. the bottom right doodle is ignatz looking worried wearing a bonnet.

claude as thomas hutter. he’s wearing a white shirt thats partially open with suspenders. the top right doodle is of claude and ignatz embracing and admiring each other. the bottom doodle is claude hiding from wolves (not pictured).

sylvain as count orlok. half of his red hair remains on the left side of his head. he’s just standing there…menacingly!! the doodle on the right is sylvain confronting ignatz.

a compilation of all the colored sketches of ignatz, sylvain, and claude.

[ #fe3h , #sylnatz , #claudenatz ] nosferatu au

[ #fe3h , #few3h , #sylnatz ] merry christmas here’s some spowa doodles

[ #fe3h , #sylnatz ] kiss! kisses!

a #3sentencefic that is just a summary of one of the pillars of the #sylnatz relationship.

#fe3h

A limited palette comic using shades of grey and a singular, very bright, red. Panel 1: an easel and canvas set up among foliage. On it is a portrait if Miklan Gautier, Sylvain's older brother. He is frowning slightly and his arms are crossed as if sat across from someone. The lance of ruin is behind him. He is greyscale save for his hair, which is searing red. Panel 2 and 3: closeups of the painting at miklan's eyes and mouth. Red runs down his forehead and out of his eye - which is now also red - as well as out of his closed lips, which seem to have tilted into a small smirk. Panel 4: Sylvain looks at his canvas, frozen. A paintbrush is in his hand, stopped in mid-air and covered in bright red paint. He is in greyscale except for his hair, which is the same red. Text floats through the panels, reading: "It's a depiction of yourself, really. A portrait. The planes of a person. Your eyes, Your mouth."

Panel 1: Miklan rushing at sylvain with the lance of ruin in the tower of black winds. His eyes and hair burn red, and he grits his teeth. 2: The lance is lodged into a body against a searing red background. The only identification of the figure is a small crop of red hair against grey armour. 3: travelling up to the lance's blood flecked shaft, sylvain is seen looking down at the corpse with wide eyes. his hair matches the splatters of blood on his hands and on the visible tips of the lance. Text: A topography of your very soul. 4: Sylvains hand, covered in miklans blood, trembling while holding his brush, about to drop it. Text: Oh, Sylvain! 5: a hand gently placed atop his own stops the shaking. the blood vanishes and the only red left is the paint on the brush. 6: ignatz leaning over sylvain's shoulder, positively critiquing the canvas, one hand placed on sylvain's. 7: The canvas revealed. It's been a portrait of a smiling sylvain all long. Text: I think its simply beautiful.

(2022) for Lover: a Sylvain zine.

this would never have been made without the creative works of manicsquare and lxporidae, who have inspired me so much. This ones for sylnatz nation also :3 #fe3h #sylnatz