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Disturbance in Agustria from FE4: Arranged for four violins!

literally it just drops out and there’s just the melody line buuuuut it’s coming sorta along! and there’s no dynamics so everything is blasting right at you :))))

[kaiterai]

enough is enough.

National School Walkout, 04/20/2018.

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imperium; absolute power a one-shot where clive considers his choices [evilclive!au]

applicable tws; mentions of death/murder

Valentia Week, Day 5: Might

Posted here on Wattpad (x), but will also be included in cut below! Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy it! 

i also just love evil clive please help

The Knights of Zofia were taught to train. Training well would mean that one would become a strong, powerful knight, capable of protecting the people and, of course, the king himself. Training well would mean that a knight’s name would grow to become well-known in the entire kingdom, and perhaps even in Rigel as well - as a threat. The Knights knew this well, and would strive to train at least half a day, every day, unless duties needed to be prioritized.

But Clive was using his training to forget.

He paused for a moment, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. His chest rose, up and down, up and down, as he caught his breath. Although it was colder here, in eastern Zofia and by the gate, it was still hot enough for him to sweat non-stop.

There was a quiet sigh as he glanced back at the dummy. It had been torn to shreds, with pieces of fabric and cotton loosely strewn all over the floor. His silver lance had destroyed it until it was nothing in a pitiful attempt to let out his anger and exhaustion and helplessness, for the Knights of Zofia would have never done this no matter how hard times were.

His teeth were gritted as he raised his lance once more. There was still something he could attack. His hands begged for relief as he gripped the wood tightly, already raw from the previous hours of training. The gloves that he normally wore were back in his tent. They were most likely on the ground as another attempt to rid the anger that was built up inside him each and every time he saw Alm.

Gods, Alm. He knew this was unhealthy. The boy was young, still, with little combat experience, and Clive had nobody but himself to blame for putting him in charge of Mathilda’s rescue. Mycen’s son or not, he was new. He had no experience, despite being skilled with a blade-

And he’s completely and utterly useless, Clive. You know this well. If he can’t even rescue Mathilda, how will he be able to take on Rigel?

The lance hit the wooden pole holding up the dummy with a thud. Clive let out another shaky breath. He was leaning against the lance, letting it rest in the wood. Guilt was eating his stomach away: these thoughts were wrong. Alm was the new leader of the Deliverance, and Clive should be able to trust him.

Mathilda died.

Alm killed her with his incompetence.

With a loud yell, he pulled the lance out and fell on his back, on the cold mud. It was oddly comforting and soothing to his sore muscles, from all of the days of endless training. He took a few breaths - training was supposed to be able to help him. He was supposed to forget all about Mathilda, because if he lingered on her and her perfection, her ability to change the tides of battle with skill, how beautiful she was, how strong and gentle her voice was…

He sniffled quietly.

Damn. A Knight of Zofia. Crying? The previous Deliverance leader. Crying? You really have gotten weak, have you?

He closed his eyes, letting his lance slide off of his armor and onto the ground. If he continued to think about her, then he would have a new fear: letting the anger inside him foster. He knew it was strong, and he knew that it was awful to let it out, especially in front of the new recruits. This meant that he had to hide it all. He would greet Alm with a cold nod and glance, and he could do that, but he had to stay calm and happy in front of everyone else.

But they all contributed to her death. Don’t you see? If Lukas had created a strategy, similar to how you all escaped from Zofia Castle… If Python hadn’t missed that one shot… If Silque warped Forsyth there so that he could take all of the blows instead of her…

If the army had been better, then they all could have survived.

His jaw was beginning to hurt from how hard he was clenching his teeth. His thoughts were silence in response to his emotions. There was nothing else he could say back to that, for, just once, his emotions were right. They were more logical than whatever his mind could think of to excuse the army for all of their actions.

It was everyone’s fault. The Deliverance needed to grow stronger, and they needed someone else but Alm - a leader that was more capable and strong and would stop crying and get off of the floor - to come to the rescue.

With a quiet groan, Clive sat up. He scrubbed the tears away with his mud-covered hand, leaving behind red eyes that looked at the cotton dummy with rage. The Knights of Zofia were dead, all gone. Why should he follow their ideals if it would never work?

Things needed to change, and he would bring that change no matter the cost.

[kaiterai]

lightning; power is unreliable. a one-shot where gray loses control of his trusted weapon.

applicable tws; mentions of death/murder, getting Luthier’s name wrong

Valentia Week, Day 4: Light/Darkness

Posted here on Wattpad (x), and also included in cut below! Apologies for the lateness - I had to prioritize schoolwork over writing and everything;

Hopefully, everything will be coming out tonight or tomorrow. Thank you so much and see you soon!

The sword was resting in his hand.

It was the Lightning Sword, entrusted to him by Alm. Gray could sense the power flowing from it. Each crack of lightning emitted raw force and power, force and power that he had full control of against his foes. He remembered grinning as he waved it around for the first time, testing it against a dummy, and watching it explode and burn into nothing but ash. It was sensitive to his will, to his emotions, and after a test battle, he found that anyone who threatened him would be met with an untimely end.

And thus, it had stayed with him. Even as they were at the Sluice Gate.

He sighed as the mage walked closer. He could vaguely remember Alm saying not to kill her, since her brother (Luther, was it? He wasn’t so sure) wished to save her. But the closer she was, the more uncomfortable he was.

Her eyes were empty, a dull shade of brown that was gently tinged with violet and the light from his raised sword. Its point was directed at her now, although she continued to move in those slow, threatening steps of hers.

Gray took a step back, grimacing. “Stay back!”

No response. In fact, the mage was raising a hand. Her head was tilted and Gray could have sworn that there was a small smile as purple light began to collect in her palm. It swirled around her hand, collecting energy that rivaled his lightning. He could sense the dark energy that radiated from it, but he wasn’t sure if it was from Duma and his magic, or if it was from her.

By the gods, he hoped that it was from Duma. If she ended up joining the Deliverance, he didn’t wish to be near someone with control over such a dark energy. Although, he knew that there had to be worse out there: Tatarrah’s magic seemed to fit under that category.

“You have… defied Tatarrah…”

Monotone. It was robotic. It wasn’t human; it was dead and Gray disliked it. But he could also hear a faint hint of childhood innocence somewhere in there, a desire to be out of this war and out of danger.

“I shall give you death.”

To see a little girl, perhaps only a few years younger than him, with the capacity to kill him with her magic… that scared him beyond anything. She sounded calm. Too calm. Gray tried to convince himself that it was just the magic, only the magic, only Duma and Tatarrah’s magic that was doing this.

He glanced down at the sword, which was starting to glow in response to his fear. No. Calm down!

It was shaking. His hands were moving on their own, into the proper position for the Lightning Sword. The light grew brighter as the purple ball in her hand continued to grow, and Gray had absolutely no control over what he was doing. He could feel the panic in his chest - he would be defying Alm’s orders by killing her.

He couldn’t kill her, but he couldn’t control the sword. For once, he couldn’t.

It was crackling at this point, and the panic only grew. Gods, he had siblings. If anything had happened to them, he would kill whoever touched them. They were older, sure, but still; the rules still applied. What would Luther think of him then? Maybe he would quit the Deliverance. Or worse, he would try to kill Gray, and he would have nothing to say other than an apology that he killed his sister-

The Aura spell came rushing at him, and as a response, his sword attacked.

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reversal; the return to normal is impossible. an one-shot about clive attempting to save his broken friend.

applicable tws; mentions of death/murder, insanity, implied mutilation

Valentia Week, Day 3: Mercy

Inspired by Pardon the Executioner, written by cesau on AO3 (x).

Posted here on Wattpad (x), but will also be in the cut below! Sorry that there’s no graphic this time but it makes it cleaner^^ Thank you so much!

“It isn't working.”

Words. They clouded his mind as he scrambled for a reply to what the mage had just said, only to fail him moments later. Clive heaved a sigh, leaning on the wooden table in front of him - his wooden table, the one that was rightfully part of his room - and frowned as he waited.

“Genny and I have tried our best. The most recent cure was a failure: he was asleep for two days and ended up waking up the same way.”

She had fallen into dead silence after that, eyes looking down at Clive. The silence between them was clear; nobody wished to dare say anything. There was no need to elaborate. They already knew what she meant by the same way, and he could feel his stomach churn at the thought.

“Is there possibly anything else you can do before your departure?” he asked. “I-I’d be willing to do anything to help.”

“I can’t stay here forever to help you with him. I’ve told you. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work - the experimental cure worked better among witches than it did Duma Faithful, and even then, the chances are low.”

Clive paused. “Is it possible for you to give one last try?”

Sonya pondered the question, and he could only watch with anticipation. She had to say yes. Hopefully the cure would work, hopefully he could get his best friend back, hopefully he could apologize for not protecting him in battle and letting him fall to the glorious array of spells-

“One last attempt.” Her voice cut through the air. “If it does not work, then I’m sorry, but it will be time to let go.”

It took some more time to convince Sonya to hand over the keys to his room, a glorified prison cell that was filled with every last one of his few belongings and memories in hopes of saving his old self. But Clive knew that none of that had worked, and all that was put in his room remained untouched. Dust had even began to graze their surfaces, although nobody had the time or courage to clear it.

The brass key rested in his palm as he pushed open the door.

Clive was hit with an odd stench, one that he was getting used to. A whiff of medicinal herbs hit him, followed by a darker stench that blurred with the fresh herbs. It smelled remotely like ash and fire, with hints that he knew too well from the battlefield: the smell of death and fresh blood. He shuddered, trying to peer through the darkness and only seeing a dim candle all the way at the end of the room, right by the window.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him, making a show of locking it as Sonya instructed. She had advised for him to bring a small weapon with him as well, and the knife in his pocket was getting heavier the closer he stepped toward the candle.

The individual in question was leaning against the wall, glancing out of the window. Clive wasn’t sure what he could have been looking at, for there weren’t many things to see outside other than trees and the one river. Perhaps it was the moon that enchanted him, or the stars that he could follow to escape.

He seemed calm. Stable enough to perhaps speak with. Clive frowned quietly at his own thoughts. He was a person, not an animal that he could label with stable and unstable and words like that. He was still his friend, despite not even recognizing him. Despite once being his enemy. Despite everything.

“Lukas?”

He stayed still, the candlelight barely illuminating his red hair. Whatever he saw in the stars were clearly more important than Clive, and he couldn’t blame Lukas.

Clive took another step closer, before kneeling down slowly onto the floor. The stench was stronger here, but it was also strangely warmer compared to the hall outside. It was to the point where he would consider it sweltering, even. However, Lukas didn’t seem as if he was bothered by it. The window wasn’t open and he was sitting next to an open flame; Clive didn’t comment about that.

“Sonya will have another cure soon.” His voice was low and quiet. “I hope it works. It’s been ages since we’ve had any conversation, and the castle without my cold observer is odd.”

Lukas’s eyes stayed glazed.

He paused for a moment. “Lady Celica and King Alm are engaged. They intend on marrying soon, most likely at Zofia Castle instead of the new Valentia Castle… It would be nice if you could come. When was the last time you were able to relax?”

No reaction.

“You deserved better.” His voice quivered, and he found himself looking down at his hands instead of anywhere near Lukas. “You didn’t deserve your brother and your father, everything the Faithfuls did to you. You should have been living a life of splendor and joy, not this.”

Clive stayed silent after that. Perhaps he had said too much this time, but it was the truth. He was clenching his teeth and his hands were scraping themselves against the wooden boards; he couldn’t look at him, not yet, not yet, not yet-

He glanced up, only to meet Lukas’s eyes, still gently glowing purple.

A knock on the door. “Sir Clive?”

“Come in, please.”

Sonya’s voice. This meant that she had finished the last trial, the last attempt. Clive tried his best to ignore the empty tone in her voice, tried his best to pretend that it was just there because she was tired after all of her hard, successful work. Perhaps it was. He wasn’t sure.

Something was in his throat. There was a pressure that pushed against his chest. This would be the final attempt. If it worked, then Lukas would be fine, and if it didn’t…

He wouldn’t know what to do.

The door to his office swung open, revealing Sonya. She stood there, her usual demeanor gone and replaced with a straight face. There was a little sigh as she stepped in, gently shutting the door behind her before slowly making her way over to his desk. She was holding herself in the same way as before, though, and his dying hope tried to reassure that everything was alright.

His back was perfectly straight, his hands folded so tightly in front of him that his nails were digging into his flesh. His eyes were widened, trying to force himself to hear two perfect words: “He’s fine.”

But instead, Sonya looked him in the eye and handed him the vial, shattered into an endless number of pieces.

“I’m sorry.”

He sat there in the room. The stench was now one that comforted Clive in some odd way as he watched Lukas struggle through the effects of the many cures that were used on him. They never cured him entirely, and only suppressed a few symptoms every once in a while.

His last few visits were all unlucky ones. The door would open and he would be greeted by a ball of red, curled up against the wall. There was always shaking, yet never any tears or screaming or anything - it was almost as if Lukas was unable to scream anymore.

And, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that not a word had been said by Lukas, even when he was their enemy. The more he thought, the more he realized that no sound came out of his mouth, just rushed, wild breaths. That was a revelation he saved for himself, although he wouldn’t have been surprised if Sonya knew about it already.

A hand reached for Lukas, attempting to comfort him as he sat there. His entire frail frame was trembling under his touch. His hands were reaching for his hair that had begun falling out a few weeks ago, hair that had grown quite long and desperate for a trim. His skin was ashen, with hints of purple and blue that tinged parts of his skin. Clive’s finger grazed it, expecting a violent reaction, only to receive nothing.

The spots were growing larger. He hoped it was only his imagination.

He frowned. Sonya’s words weren’t leaving his thoughts nowadays. They were stuck with him no matter how much he wanted to forget it all, but he couldn’t.

There’s nothing you can do but kill him, Sir Clive. To live a life of suffering, to be a prisoner, to be regarded as an animal and confined to a life of cures and medication that don’t work…

He sucked in a breath.

… I would rather die. It would be a mercy.

But he couldn’t kill Lukas, he couldn’t hurt anyone that wasn’t Lukas and yet looked like him, he couldn’t do anything. This was his best friend. He couldn’t do it. He was weak, and he had always known that; this only proved it. Being able to kill someone you trusted your life with was a power that he didn’t have, and a power he never wanted to have until now.

The knife in his pocket felt heavy. It felt odd.

It was itching for usage that Clive couldn’t provide, and he could only watch Lukas suck in a harsh, silent breath as the room grew colder and colder.

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refresh; peace gives one plenty of time to think. a one-shot about celica and her thoughts while travelling to novis.

Written for Valentia week! The prompt for today (day 2) was ocean/piety, and I found an idea for ocean first, so here it is!

Posted here (x) on Wattpad, also included in cut below. Thank you!

banner photo credits: fe:sov chapter two cg, found here (x)

“Do you think I’ll ever see him again?” “I do. So long as destiny wills it.”

The ocean was a quiet place. Hues of blue with white speckled on top blended under the wooden boat, capturing the young princess’s attention. Clear water had faded away miles ago, and below her was nothing but abyss and unknown. The ship was too tall for Celica to even dare to touch the water. However, the scent of salt lingered in the air, and she figured that it was enough to distract her from all that had happened.

Mycen had said that the boat trip would take a couple of days. Three, perhaps four, and five if they were unlucky enough to run into one of the sparse pirate ships. It wouldn’t be long before they arrived at Novis, where Celica would have to start all over again.

She sighed quietly, a troubled frown on her face. To think about Zofia and her home would bring worry. The thoughts could be saved for later, when there was nobody to speak to and nothing to do, when Grandpapa was busy doing other work to speak to Celica, when the ocean arrived at a point where it would be too boring to look at.

There were three days to sort her feelings out and to prepare for another restart.

The thoughts began to creep up on her when she was alone on the deck.

She could recognize the dread, along with the fear that lingered despite the threat of Slayde being far, far away from her. She wanted to convince herself otherwise, but the only way to do so was to search for relief or joy or anything that could save her from her own thoughts. Searching didn’t take much time at all, for Celica couldn’t find much in the first place, and she returned to mulling over her emotions.

Slayde was far away from her. He couldn’t come after her, nor could he lay a finger for her. Mycen had reminded her that nobody would be able to find her on the island of Novis, and that she would be safe there. A sage named Nomah would be there to protect her, and she would be safe.

Safe.

But safety didn’t guarantee happiness, and Celica wished to be happy once in her lifetime. She was never truly safe, as well - Ram Village was safe because Mycen was there, only to be deemed unsafe because of Slayde. Yet, there was happiness to be found back in Ram, a joy that she already missed, and she wanted to find it once more with Tobin, with Gray, with Kliff, with Faye, with Alm.

And if - she truly hoped this wouldn’t happen - Slayde did come back with an army to search for her, who would be there to protect the village?  Mycen couldn’t do much with a band of terrified villagers and himself. The village was in danger because she tainted it, and if anything happened to her friends, to Alm-

She sucked in a breath, leaning her head on the railing. Nausea. There were a few tears involved, too, but she quickly brushed them away.

Mycen had congratulated her for being able to make difficult decisions, but it didn’t feel so special now. Difficult decisions meant sacrifices, and although she was willing to make them all for Alm and his safety, she wished to live a life without them.

Has Alm ever seen the sea?

A small frown. She doubted it. He probably had never left Ram Village anyways. Still, she hoped for him to be able to someday; the ocean was beautiful and it deserved to be seen by him. However, she did admit that she was bored of the sea, and retreated down into her quarters - the same quarters that she was sharing with fellow travelers.

The other group that was travelling with her seemed to be a family of three, quietly speaking to one another above deck even though it was just like yesterday: sun high up in the skies, quiet waves lapping against the boat. There was nothing special that she wanted to see, since she had already seen it all. She didn’t have much to do, and it only gave her a chance to think further.

If Alm was here, maybe she wouldn’t be so bored. She leaned back against the wooden walls and felt the constant rocking. Maybe Alm would make a comment about how it never seemed to end. Or maybe he would make a funny and borderline-stupid comment about it, and Celica would laugh along because he was funny.

A few tears began to collect, but it was less than yesterday already.

Or, even better, Alm would have this thing that Mycen had told her about once - this thing called seasickness. She would have laughed quietly to herself while Alm curled up on his cot, face green yet pale, although there would be a feeling of pity for him. There was something about the thought of Alm, the same boy able to handle a spar against Mycen, falling to salted water that made her smile.

Her hand moved to her neck, reaching for her pendant in hopes of it stopping the tears. But it wasn’t there, and she remembered who she had given it to.

The tears continued.

She hoped people on Novis were nice.

Mycen told her that they followed Mila’s teachings, and she could continue the same education she would have had if she lived in the castle. The wording he used was strange and careful, although Celica knew what exactly he meant: if your family was still alive and well. She sighed quietly, looking back out at the ocean and the falling sun. Her heart ached gently for her family.

Or, at least, some members of her family. The others simply made her scowl, her father included.

How long would she stay in Novis? Would she have to stay there for the rest of her life? She shuddered at the mere thought. To stay there for the rest of her life would mean that she was in danger for the rest of her life, but what if that was true? She was in danger. She was a danger. Being near Celica led to suffering and fear already, and perhaps that was why she had to be isolated on her own island.

The worry that clouded her mind was the thought of Slayde finding her there. She wasn’t sure where she would run then - she hoped that he would come later on so that she could at least offer good resistance to his horse and lance. Destroying him would guarantee safety, would it?

Her laughter almost escaped her lips. It wouldn’t, for sure. Mycen had reminded her of that, months ago. If one threat was gone, another was sure to take its place. A chill crawled up her spine.

The threat of Slayde was gone.

There was the possibility of there being something else in Novis, then, taking his place.

Mycen said that Nomah would protect me, he said it, he said it-

She repeated it quietly to herself. It was hope, and although she didn’t know whether or not it was false hope, it was all she had left to rely on. Alm needed her pendant more than she did, after all; she had strength and he had her charm.

The island of Novis was beginning to appear on the horizon, and Celica held her head up high as she stood there on deck. Her small sack of items was already slung over her shoulder.

It seemed tranquil already. It was quiet. There was almost no sign of life there, until they drifted closer and closer and figures began to appear. Small blotches of color at first, before it expanded into details and actual people. She smiled as the wind blew her hair back, as she looked around for a figure with a staff and robes. He had to be here to bring her to the priory, to protect her.

Her eyes looked down at the letter she held in her hands, one that Grandpapa wrote for the sage. She could read some of the words, and it reminded her so much of home. Of Ram Village.

A part of her couldn’t wait to get rid of it. She would see Alm again, someday, perhaps in Ram Village if destiny allowed. Him and Mycen and Tobin and Gray and all of the villagers remained fresh in her memory.

But if she was to stay strong, she should move on.

There were less tears coming out now, and that would hopefully continue in Novis. Fears and doubts still lingered but that would hopefully fade away. Some of them already did at the sight of the man that Mycen spoke of: brown, graying hair and blue robes that were less so suited for travelling.

Her restart was here.

[kaiterai]

Minerva/Maria BHB - Lukas True Solo under the guidance of his useless best friend, his sister, and her clone

IVs are +Atk/-HP.

[kaiterai]

True solos are great. - Lukas and A Complete Hex (ngyope)

Build/IVs under cut if you wish for more details!

Lukas - Sharp Soldier +Atk // -HP, Summoner Support S Merge +0

Berkut’s Lance++ (Def) Reposition Ignis

Steady Breath Guard 3 Threaten Def 3

Seal - Distant Def 3

I suppose this is a mixed defense Lukas? 48/32 for defense and resistance when attacked, which is pretty good. Ignis is still viable in this case and it makes it easier to destroy the PA!Azura that’s there.

This took a few tries since I originally had Renewal 3 instead of Guard 3, which would lead to Genny using her Miracle and then beating Lukas. There was also the original idea of having Berkut’s Lance with the Res refine, but that didn’t help with PA!Azura and left her with 1 HP, I believe.

Oh my gods I cannot explain anything-

I’ll try to solo Manakete Squad, but that’s going to be fun and difficult, heh.

Thank you!

- Kaiterai

[kaiterai]

Honestly, if you want the extended 9 minute version with all the repeats, sure, but this is a shortened version of it with one of themes cut out.

Anyways, hello!

This was originally a composition for class, where I had to follow a structure, but I cut stuff in order to make it more tolerable in terms of length. So now it sorta follows an ABA’ form, but also a sonata-allegro form thing.

With that said, enjoy? [Length is approximately 5:30]

- Kaiterai

[kaiterai]

adkfcnaskfjaewinrc t h a n k y o u [ I love the background music so much! ] But if by any chance, you aren’t reading Aero’s stuff as well, you should. Her Wattpad will also be here: woosh, so go on and binge^^ With that said, thank you!

I decided to narrate something. Because why not?

This is a reading of @kaiterai ‘s story Mint, which is on Wattpad (obligatory link here)

Male voices are hard. I tried to voice it, but I was trying to not be too loud (mom and dad are watching a movie in the other room) And I just… can’t do male voices (that aren’t Forsyth, but that’s when I’m at normal volume).

Anyways- this is my first time actually doing a narration in Audacity, so I’m still really new to stuff. Please be gentler with criticism! Thank you! (But still, tell me how to fix it- I wanna learn how to make it better!)

Background Music - An Ordinary Day Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows Of Valentia OST

Lukas, Robin belong to Nintendo/IntSys

Teri/Story idea belongs to @kaiterai

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A semi-Lukas solo (Azura attacks once). [There is no volume]

Builds and stuff below the cut! Please keep in mind that none of them are merged.

Lukas, Sharp Soldier (+Atk, -HP) Brave Lance+ Swap (flexible, honestly) Ignis

Fortress Def 3 Drag Back (flexible, honestly - Drag Back actually elongated this run.) Threaten Def 3 HP +4 Summoner Support: S

Azura, Lady of the Lake (+Def, -Atk) Sapphire Lance+ (I wanted to take this off, but I needed something to push the red fliers away) Sing New Moon (removable) Fury 2 (removable) Wings of Mercy 3 (needed) Hone Atk 3 Fortify Def 2

Ninian, Oracle of Destiny (+Def, -???) [not lvl 40 yet] --- Dance ---

Defense +1 (needed) Wings of Mercy 1 Fortify Def 2 (I don’t think this is needed...?) Squad Ace A 1 (needed)

Priscilla, Delicate Princess (+HP, -Spd) [not lvl 40 yet] --- (I had Pain here for experimental purposes, but anything is fine) Rehabilitate Solid-Earth Balm

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Thank you!

[kaiterai]

you are a bleSSING BOTH OF YOU - THANK YOU

Because I’m great at using Tumblr and all that, I’m not sure as to how to break and am sort of just hoping that this works. With that said, let’s start!

First of all, thank you (and take a hug because time and critiques and all that)! I was really editing more on my own terms and all that, so I highly appreciate your view and what you think needs to be edited. Spoiler alert on what follows - I agree with about 100% of what you said.

Replies are below the cut.

Chapter 7 was a very jarring chapter to read because it felt like I had forgotten to read a chapter, like I missed something important and now I have no idea what was happening…

Six and Seven is a huge jump - I’m certainly a bit hesitant on adding another chapter, but I completely understand. I’ll figure out what fits better, adding or revising, but if I do add a chapter, I’ll probably add two so that it’s twelve instead of ten (I don’t know why but that makes me really happy): one for the Libraries duo, and the other for Marissa.

also this is the point where i realize how many Ls there are - I might consider changing the last names of the Lorin family.

I’m still not sure how I feel about the lack of development in Lukas and Marissa’s relationship in between the two Marissa chapters…

Ahh - yep! Can completely understand this point. There isn’t much time before I have to edit the Marissa chapters, so I’m probably going to poke around and see how to write romance? If that makes sense…? Back to the main point - I understand the issue with the lack of Lukas/Marissa, and I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you about that.

Leroy’s demand for Lukas to join the Deliverance came very abruptly…

Oh wow. I never really noticed the sudden shift until you brought it up. Again, thank you. We’ll either cross or burn that bridge when we get to it, and I hope it doesn’t burn.

I find it pretty weird that Forsyth and Python rank higher than Asius and Lukas…

@aerodynamic157 brought up the issue about Forsyth and Python (although it’s a semi-different one), and honestly, I’m probably just going to cut them out. It was a little thing that I added to make myself smile, but it does contradict canon.

Instead of the topic/first sentence, I’ll just put this here:

Again, build that up a bit, let Clive build trust in Lukas and develop their friendship. Clive was originally way about him since Leroy forced him to join, show signs of Clive being unsure of him at first but slowly rely on him more.

Okay, that I completely agree with. The ending, now that I reread it, is a rather unsatisfactory one - it’s nonsensical but it also doesn’t have the same… uh… ending feel to it. I’m probably going to have to find a different ending point, and while I want to start including Clive/Lukas interactions, I think it’d be better off to just end it at the uncertainty moment. Or maybe not. I’ll see. I’ll play around with various ending points and go on with that.

Another criticism I have is that there are a few cases of perspective switching here and there, sometimes a sentence or two that goes into what some of the secondary characters… are thinking/feeling, which unfortunately undermines Lukas’ POV…

Ahhhh. Alright. This point I’ll keep in mind - thank you!

(as a word of advice… one of my biggest pet peeves about lukas fic is that they sometimes tends to robotize Lukas in some way, making him devoid of emotion or unable to recognize what emotions are…

And speaking from someone that is guilty of doing this, I’ll definitely be sure to keep this in mind. Thank you^^ It’s rather interesting to hear what MBTI Lukas falls into, as I’ve never really thought about that for any character…

also, maybe not intentional, but the thought of a robolukas made me laugh.

All in all, thank you so, so much! Your critique was absolutely amazing - there were points where I had to pause and go, “oh. huh…” for a while (but in a good way). 

I’ll reply to everything else now, without the quoting because most of it is thanking you anyways. But uh… it might be out of order? I’ll try to organize it to the best of my ability, since I tend to be a scrambled person in general.

Yes! The Wattpad version is also going through the edits. As of now, it isn’t fully edited, but hopefully it will be soon. I’m probably not going to have the AO3 version be final yet; I wish to go through one last editing process after finishing the first edit, and then Backwater will be finished and put to rest.

Honestly, I enjoy your bias - or, whatever it’s called: I don’t think I would call it a bias exactly. It really helped with providing invaluable insights with the story, so thank you about that.

sdfjacaewrkc thank you about the first two/three chapters! Final point: I am going to recheck the dialogue/base conversations/all that once I finish the Libraries duo/potentially trio (?) because I do know that I begin to slip with dialogue there. Thank you once again for the advice/criticism, and I hope you will enjoy the edits to come!

- Kaiterai

It's not anything related to RP (but I've made it my job to tell everyone I know), but a friend, Kaiterai, on Wattpad wrote this kick-ass story aboyt Lukas called 'Backwater' on Wattpad/AO3. It's really awesomeee and I would appreciate if you would check it out^^ (I can't provide the link in the askbox, sorry;;)

ooc // 

(sorry this is a few days late hah)

hey, i saw you over on eighty-percent-takumi’s blog! i actually remember finding this fic a while ago, back when it was only on Wattpad and the Lukas ao3 tag was dry af. I don’t think it was completed when I saw it then (i think it was only at chapter 5?), and I’m glad that it got finished! I read through the rest and I wrote a little review + some critique below the cut, if @kaiterai​ is interested!

The complete (unedited?) Wattpad version is here. It’s also on ao3 here, but it’s not finished yet since it’s currently going through an editing process (the wattpad version is supposed to be a draft, so im assuming the ao3 version would be the final?)

review under the cut! (tl;dr for my fellow ferp muns: only lukas backstory fic if memory serves. has many flaws since it’s a draft, but worth a read if you’re interested in another person’s take on lukas’ childhood/teenage years/how he got along in the deliverance at first)

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Not a true Lukas solo, but pretty damn close. IVs - +Atk/-HP Summoner Support - S Brave Lance+ Swap Bonfire Death Blow 3 Guard 3 Threaten Def 3 Sacred Seal - Deflect Magic 3

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WIP

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reblog is it's chill for me to message you and become your best friend

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