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Fe Aspec Week Day 2: Support
Happy Anniversary to fe Echoes, woo!! 🎉👏 I will forever be grateful for the impact the game has had on me -- from leading me to new friends, helping me through a really rough time, to unlocking new confidence in my writing and art. And the characters were there for me in a significant way while I was figuring out I was asexual! So here's to the trio of all time, thank you for all the support ❤️💚💙
#fe aspec week 2023#fe echoes#fire emblem echoes#fe lukas#fe forsyth#fe python#this is like the third time ive remembered it was the anniversary like three days before and not had time to do something big rip#though - it truly is fitting that im posting the trio with the theme of support <3#these dudes are also the reason i started actually posting/reblogging on tumblr instead of just lurking haha!
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The archer Shinon has made quite the name for himself in the short time since he was contracted as a mercenary, and not in a good way. Foul remarks, drunken threats or even fights--Forsyth has his problems with some of his coworkers, but even they haven't stooped to this level so low, so fast.
There he is, up to no good once again. Even from this distance his angular face is flushed with drink, twisted in a sneer that sours Forsyth's mood and sets his hackles up. No, he will not wait for things to progress--this man needs to be put in his place, and if Forsyth must incur his venom so be it.
"You! That manner of conduct is unacceptable for one serving the monastery. Cease at once, or retire to your quarters if your self-control is so weak."
(Forsyth doesn't notice the mistletoe hanging in the space between them as he approaches until it is too late, so caught up in his knightly duty.)
Shinon recoils at the sudden sanctimonious onslaught--his shoulders stiffen, face pinching as if he's just stepped in shit. Who is this hoity-toity bastard? Who died and made him Supreme Overlord of Everything Shinon Does?
And what, for fuck's sake... "What crawled up your ass?"
Shinon sneers it, drawling with wine and indignation. He hates folk like this, who pretend that proper conduct is the law and they're the fuckin' sheriff. They'll try to put you in the thumbscrews if you so much as fumble a 'yessir.'
"Someone put you up to this, or are y'just bitching and moaning for fun? Either way..."
Shinon lifts his half-drunk wine as if to toast--then promptly spits in it and offers it to Forsyth.
"Y'need to loosen up, tightwad."
#mistletime#unfortunately shinon speaks#support: shinon and forsyth#i am SORRY but shinon is NOT#thread: wine and vinegar
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Forsyth and Python's C-A support as it appears in Sacred Echoes. It has been slightly rewritten to extend its length and show a warmer angle of the characters' bond with each other.
#fe15#fire emblem echoes#shadows of valentia#fe echoes#fire emblem sacred echoes#sacred echoes#fe forsyth#fe python#forsyth fire emblem#python fire emblem#fe supports#sacred echoes videos
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Forsyth freezes as he sees her; there are many blue-haired individuals at the academy, but this is unmistakably his fellow knight-in-arms, the Lady Isadora.
(He can still feel her blood staining his hands.)
She's returned after a sabbatical to her homeland, he would assume. He does not wish to make her time at this ball an unpleasant one, but he lingers near her, wondering what exactly to say, if anything.
(Would he have done the same thing? He was willing to do heinous things to save Python. The mix of lingering guilt and mistrust is suffocating.)
Too late, she must have spotted him. This is his penance, and he shall atone as best he can.
"Lady Isadora! I'd not heard of your return. I hope you are well, this fine evening." He offers his hand to shake, and his brooch for trade. A meager offering, but it will have to be sufficient. "Are you here with Sir Harken?"
(They are not dissimilar, and he must make his peace with that.)
The night was comforting, she felt like she fell right into place here. These kind of events were something Isadora was familiar with throughout her childhood. So even if she didn't like being here, it wasnt the worst feeling in the world.
Thought, sometimes her mind wanders to her short time here, how quickly she turned her back to her comrades in order to chase a false reality she knew would not come quickly. Even looking at Harken or anyone who was with her at that point made her stomach flip upside down.
But, they did the right thing-- all of them, whether or not she would've died for real rather than the dream they were all placed in, she was their enemy.
Pushing all those thoughts away, she made her way to Python- a smile on her face "Sir Forsyth! yes... I did arrive just today, I'm doing well-- I'm accustom to this setting" she shakes his hand and takes the decoration before offering the small bell given to her "Well... Yes, in a sense... were both here but..." perhaps now isnt the time to vent about her marriage troubles "...nevermind. though... I do want to say something."
She takes a deep breath, here we go "Please... Dont blame yourself for what happened that day. I am responsible for my decision... anyone else would've done the same"
#ic | pheraes mighty knight#asks | unprepared for a knight's reality.#support | forsyth#toaball2024#// oh yeah oh yeah
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The loss of life and impact on the communities in Helene’s path is unfathomable — and both the immediate and long-term needs are vast.
If you’re reading this, it’s likely because you want to help and care about making a difference for those who’ve been impacted by Hurricane Helene.
You’re in the right place. When we see tragedy like this happen in the news, it’s important to not tune it out. Instead, pay attention and truly feel the heartbreak of it — then, look for and be inspired by the people stepping in to help, and use that energy to make a difference ourselves.
Looking for the helpers
Instead of turning away from tragic events like the devastation from Hurricane Helene — we look closer for people stepping in using what they have, where they are, to make a difference for others.
Inspired by Mister Rogers’ famous quote, we call them the “helpers,” — and they’re usually found wherever there’s bad news in the world. Hurricane Helene is no different. Here are some people, businesses, and organizations helping right now:
Chef José Andrés and World Central Kitchen teams are serving thousands of meals to communities in need — from Mexico, and the Big Bend of Florida, and into Appalachia.
Volunteer pilots with the Port City Aviators Flying Club are flying supplies to storm victims in western North Carolina.
The national Disaster Distress Helpline is providing free multilingual crisis counseling to those in need.
Southern Smoke Foundation, an organization that supports food & beverage workers in crisis, is providing financial support for groceries, medical bills, lost wages, and more.
Volunteers with veteran-led disaster response organization Team Rubicon are on the ground in Greenwood, South Carolina clearing roads of trees and debris.
A local library branch in Asheville, North Carolina served as a hub for community members in need of internet service.
Workers at Waffle House were “unlikely heroes” providing food to people in need.
A local Fox News correspondent stopped his live broadcast to help rescue a woman trapped in her car in rising floodwaters.
Emergency response teams rescued more than 50 staff, patients, and caregivers from the roof of a hospital in Erwin, Tennessee.
The SPCA of Brevard rescued 20 animals from Hurricane Helene’s path — and it’s now helping them get adopted.
How to make a difference
After we’ve allowed ourselves to feel the weight of the pain and heartbreak associated with bad news, and look for hope and helpers in the midst of it — we always have the opportunity to join in and make a difference, too.
Here are some ways to help — whether you’re local or far away:
Donate to national organizations
Here are just a few large-scale organizations that have helpers on the ground in the region.
American Red Cross
World Central Kitchen
Feeding America
United Way
Salvation Army
CARE
Donate to local organizations
Local organizations, recovery funds, and mutual aid groups have been deployed across the states impacted by Helene. Find donation links and updates below:
All States:
GoFundMe Hub for Hurricane Helene Relief
Mutual Aid Disaster Relief
Southeast Climate & Energy Network
Convoy of Hope
Appalachia Funders Network
Americares
Organizing Resilience
The National Voluntary Organizations Active in Disaster
Tennessee:
East Tennessee Foundation
First Aid Collective Knoxville
RISE Erwin
Second Harvest Food Bank of East Tennessee
North Carolina:
North Carolina Community Foundation
Hearts With Hands
Manna Foodbank
BeLoved Asheville
Foothills Food Hub
Haywood Christian Ministry
Samaritan’s Purse
Forsyth Humane Society
Hope Mill
Volunteer locally
Organizations in the affected area are seeking volunteers to help distribute resources and support crucial aid efforts. While many of us are not local to the region, those who are nearby are encouraged to join in a myriad of volunteer opportunities.
(Note: If you aren't in the area, the best way you can help is by supporting local efforts with a donation. Keeping roads clear for rescue crews and local relief agents is vital in maintaining safety in these already devastated regions).
For local volunteers, check out:
World Central Kitchen
Operation BBQ Relief
Marco Patriots
Operation Airdrop
Baptists on Mission
Contact your elected officials and ask them to take climate action
Climate scientists agree, the intensity and extent of the devastation brought by Hurricane Helene was made worse by climate change.
While we can’t go back in time and burn less fossil fuels — we can make a difference now to secure a safer future and prevent future climate disasters.
In addition to talking about how this disaster is connected to climate change in our own conversations and holding media outlets accountable for how they talk about climate change — this is a great time to tell your elected officials that you want them to take meaningful climate action.
We’re making incredible progress in the U.S. and globally in reducing emissions, but we need to work even faster — and incorporate climate mitigation efforts into our plans — to limit the most severe impacts of global warming.
#united states#hurricane#hurricane helene#carolina hurricanes#hurricane season#natural disaster#disaster aid#appalachia#psa#volunteer#today is posting about hurricane helene day for me apparently
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The resounding (and if she were to be frank, inevitable) success of the first round over, the Princess of Rausten drops an easy curtsey to her newest admirer and scopes out the next.
At her assigned table sits a man who seems more chivalric, more knightly than the last! Resolution has made a happy home in his brows, and there is a softness to his eyes, pleated with the impression of hearty grins. Like, it seemed, attracted like.
This of course, was no revelation to L'Arachel; the Gods always guided her aright.
'Fear not!' She exclaims, at least a few decibels above the ambient murmur that had filled the room, a volume more likely to cause fear than to assuage it. 'For I, your partner, have arrived.' She says, tucking herself primly into her seat.
A beat passes as she scrutinizes the card before her. 'Ah, parenthood, a most noble occupation!' She says, a little quieter than before. Of course, her parents had been the noblest of all - so good, and so kind to all who had need of them. They had known their duties and it was her duty to be proud of them.
'Were I to raise a child, I think it would be best to find some poor lost creature, and take them under my wing.' She says, her right hand reflexively readjusting the glove on her left. 'Once their general awe at my magnificence was surpassed, I would forge them into a figure all of Rausten could celebrate!'
Curiosity tinges her countenance as she meets the stalwart gaze of her interlocuter. 'And what of you? What manner of hero would you raise?'
@viridescent-lance
(not so) mean and (very) green!
love hypothesis event: round 2!
#in character: lights laughter and alliteration!#support: l'arachel forsyth / willed power!#thread! mean and green#((heheh hello forsyth))#((l'ara is modelling her parenting off of dozla))#((cause he's basically her only parental figure))#((she's very well-adjusted about the fact her parents left her to save rausten))#((NOT!))#toalovehypothesis2024
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"How ‘The Day of the Jackal’ Ensemble Adds New, Character-Driven Dimensions to the Spy Genre".
Backstage, by Kai Lovelace | January 14, 2025. Photo Source: Peacock.
Excepts:
"As we prepare for the 31st Screen Actors Guild Awards, Backstage is breaking down this year’s film and television ensemble nominees for your consideration.
Main cast: Eddie Redmayne, Lashana Lynch, Úrsula Corberó, Chukwudi Iwuji, Lia Williams, Charles Dance, Kate Dickie
Casting by: Nina Gold and Martin Ware
Created by: Ronan Bennett
Distributed by: Peacock
"This season saw a resurgence of sophisticated spy thrillers, including Sky’s adaptation of the 1973 film “The Day of the Jackal,” based on Frederick Forsyth’s 1971 novel. The adapted series sets itself apart by using the powerful cat-and-mouse dynamic between intrepid MI6 agent Bianca Pullman (Lashana Lynch) and a mysterious assassin known as the Jackal (Eddie Redmayne) to create suspenseful, character-driven thrills. While those two performances anchor the narrative, the supporting cast does admirable work creating a canvas of diverse personalities for them to play off of, expanding the original in unexpected ways".
"Redmayne plays the titular assassin as an intriguing enigma, a variety of personalities begging the question of which one, if any, represents the true Jackal. In addition to prosthetics and disguises, the actor channels different personas through his posture, delivery, and physicality, selling the killer’s ability to slip into crowds and emerge in a new guise to avoid detection. Despite being an arch villain, Redmayne avoids the easy route of playing the Jackal as gleefully evil; he focuses instead on the Jackal’s sensitivity, intelligence, and professionalism, walking a fine line between frightening and sympathetic. When the series gradually reveals his backstory, we believe that somewhere in the cold-blooded killer’s mind is a remnant of humanity thanks to Redmayne’s nuance, giving the antagonist greater depth".
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THE TELEGRAPH
Peter Capaldi interview: ‘The default Doctor Who now is a kind of cosmic imp’
INTERVIEW
The actor talks about playing the Time Lord, never doing Shakespeare and releasing his debut album at the age of 63
Neil McCormick
12 November 2021 5:00am GMT
Before Peter Capaldi was an actor; long before he became celebrated as fierce civil servant Malcolm Tucker in The Thick of It or a daunting and strange Doctor in Doctor Who, he played guitar and sang in obscure Scottish punk band B-----ds from Hell. Now, at 63, Capaldi is finally about to release his debut album. “I’m not setting out to make a career change or chase my cousin Lewis up the charts,” he insists. “I’m an enthusiastic amateur having a go.”
St Christopher is a strange and beguiling piece of work, a complex slice of baroque pop-rock and ornate singer-songwriting, its widescreen productions decorated with poetic lyrics delivered with downbeat theatrical flair. “It’s largely the same stuff that was floating round my head post art school, Glasgow, circa 1979, set in neon and rain. Except I’m 40 years older.”
Sitting in a north London café, Capaldi stirs an “extra hot” latte. He’s wearing a sleek black coat over a white T-shirt, his face lean, eyes sparkling, mouth playing with a perpetual half-smile. He draws movie-star attention but blanks it out as he discusses his passion project.
“There’s a tyranny of logic about acting. Your job is to tell the story through the medium of your part as effectively as possible. But it’s somebody else’s story. I enjoy the freedom of music, you can respond to a sound or a tone or a chord and try to construct something that goes with that or against it.” Capaldi’s lyrics playfully grapple with grand themes, from the interconnectedness of everything on Atlanta Vacant Lot to the ephemeral illusions of deluded youth, on the slyly mocking Beautiful and Weird.
As a working-class child (his parents ran an ice-cream business) growing up in Glasgow in the 1960s, Capaldi was drawn to acting but didn’t feel equipped. “You go to an audition and they ask ‘what’s your Shakespearean piece?’ I’d never seen a Shakespeare play. So you’re hopeless, because there’s no uncle in the RSC [Royal Shakespeare Company], you’re not part of that world, you have nothing except a desire to have a go. So I did apply to drama school but I didn’t get in.”
A teacher encouraged him to apply to Glasgow Art School, where “music swept me away”. The B-----ds turned into the Dreamboys, with future comedian Craig Ferguson on drums. “As we were slightly pretentious art school kids, we were trying to evoke a kind of Dr Caligari dreamscape, but we just sounded like a junior branch of the Chippendales male strippers.” They soldiered on in obscurity for years. Then, while touring as support to Scottish new-wave pop band Altered Images, Capaldi was spotted by director Bill Forsyth. At 24, he found himself making his film debut opposite Burt Lancaster in Local Hero. “He [Lancaster] was fabulous. He said: ‘Kid, your instincts are terrific! Terrific! But I can’t understand a f---ing word you’re saying.’”
Capaldi with Burt Lancaster in Local Hero (1983) Credit: Alamy Stock Photo
Capaldi had a long career as, effectively, an interesting supporting actor. “You look back and go ‘Well, that was a good choice, that was a bad choice’, but really there were no choices. I had a baby and a wife and a mortgage. You’ve got to do whatever comes up.” He won an Oscar in 1995 as writer and director of the short film Franz Kafka’s It’s a Wonderful Life, but subsequent projects collapsed. “It’s a tough business. I had a very bleak period where whatever initial success I’d had had long failed. There was no work, no money coming in, Oscars had come and gone, Local Hero had come and gone, youth had come and gone. And I didn’t know how to get it back on track.” Then, out of the blue, fellow Glaswegian Armando Iannucci asked him to be in his new sitcom, The Thick of It. “The big lesson I learnt was that you can’t control it, so stop angsting over it. But that’s easy to say now. It wasn’t easy stalking about with no money for a cup of coffee.”
It wasn’t until he was in his fifties and cast as the 12th Doctor that he achieved household-name fame. “My job was to go into work in the morning and battle Daleks. It was fabulous. You get to inhabit the skin of this charismatic, magical creature. Kids look at you and you can see their jaws drop. That’s an extraordinary position to be in.”
Yet he admits to finding the pressure of being recognised on the street quite daunting. “You have to always be positive and good-hearted. My default position is probably a bit more melancholic and reflective, but nobody wants to hear about that stuff when you’re the Doctor. I wanted to be a more distant and alien Doctor. Because that’s how I remember [first Doctor] William Hartnell, being a kid in Glasgow on dark winter nights when this strange figure with the white hair and slightly irate voice could open this portal to a magical world. The default now is a kind of cosmic imp. Which is great. But I wanted to touch the dark winter nights. I’m not sure whether the brand supports that any more, but that’s what I was interested in.”
The reign of his successor Jodie Whittaker ends next year, but Capaldi expresses no opinions on who should follow. “One of the great things about doing Doctor Who is it kind of cures you, in the nicest possible way. So I think they’re all great and I wish everybody well, but I’m done,” he laughs almost gleefully.
Capaldi as the 12th incarnation of Doctor Who Credit: BBC
The revival of his long-dormant musical career is the tale of two doctors, when Doctor Who met Dr Robert (AKA songwriter and producer Robert Howard, frontman of vintage art rockers the Blow Monkeys). The two would play guitar together at parties, and Capaldi became a fascinated observer of Dr Robert’s studio work. Meanwhile, Capaldi’s young second cousin, Lewis Capaldi, was rising to fame as the UK’s favourite singer-songwriter. “Lewis is a proper musician, a really gifted songwriter. He’s been doing that since he was like, 11 or something. I’m very proud of him, even if I don’t really know him.”
Capaldi, who will soon be seen in the Terence Davies film Benediction, about Siegfried Sassoon, jokingly admits he still doesn’t have “a Shakespeare piece” for auditions. “Shakespearean companies have never troubled me with their interest. I know in my heart of hearts, I can act it. But once you get into a production, you are going to be up against people who have been practising the iambic pentameter for the last 30 years.” He shakes his head. “Ach, I could do it! But, you know, it’s such a palaver, they last so long, they’re always like three-and-a half hours long. I’m not bothered.”
His advice for young actors is simple. “Number one, and most important of all, learn your lines. Because if you learn your lines, you have the freedom to tell the story using everything God’s given you. Number two, hang on in there. Because the stars align, sometimes. Look at me. Sometimes you get lucky.”
Peter Capaldi’s St Christopher is out next Friday on Monks Road Records
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1 Python and 8 Celica for the ask game!
FE15!
Python then!
1. Why do you like or dislike this character?
Purely based on mechanics here, I liked him because archers in Valentia are stupidly good, but dude missed so many "80-90% hit rate" shots that using him was always a gamble.
TFW you're RNG screwed :(
But I confess I also like his dynamics with Forsyth - even as barebones as the support convos were in FE15, you can guess that their bond is very important, since Python's death makes Forsyth abandon his dream of being a knight!
Celica :
8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
Well...
(does kusakihara count as fandom??)
Celica took a blow to the face with the "remake", which I feel makes her less of an heroine than FE2, aka a NES game, did. Sure, Alm was still the one who ended up with the Falchion, but part 4/5 of FE15 is still, to date, one of the worst parts of any FE I've played (the winner is still FE10's last segment) and Celica's treatment in this part reflected the remake's, uh, new vision about Alm more than anything else, aka, "Alm is always right", so Celica must be hilariously "wrong".
Fandom wise...
Oh boy, I don't know if you were around when FE15 was released and/or played, but bar the very "clive is a human meme", we basically had a lot of people calling Celica stupid for going along with Jedah's plans and accepting to sacrifice herself (she never thoughts her friends too would be killed!) to save Mila and Duma.
And, I have always been like, sure, this game's writing during this part was bonkers, but... it sort of made sense, all things considered, for Celica? Sure we had a lot of red flags as in "don't throw your life away" and all, but she really believed that Valentia would be lost without the Gods, and Jedah made compelling - to her - points that convinced her that she had to sacrifice herself to help and heal Duma/save Miloa.
Celica's despairing because she feels like without the Gods Valentia is doomed (which is hilariously echoed through Alm's "sure without the gods we will starve, but at least we'll be free from their intervention!" like, yeah Celica, Valentia'll be doomed, but if it survives, then somehow it'll be better bcs Duma'n'Mila won't be there, trust the devs, it's supposed to work this way). Celica is the one who saw pirates and bandits harassing people in Zofia and got rid of them, she knows the people of Valentia are suffering because the Gods aren't here/alright anymore, so it'd make sense that as desperate as she grows through her journey, she ends up believing Jedah's words...
Even if it was a really convoluted way to have Alm rescue with a very "white sword red blood" scene exclusive to the remake.
Sure it felt like an idiot plot ball, but given the circumstances and the writing before this decision, while Celica swallows an idiot plot ball, it's less on her character and more on the "we wanted her to be damsel'd so Alm could save her + make her do something perceived as foolish and reckless being the culmination of her ideals to have Alm's POV shine more brightly in comparison" thing.
to this day i'm still positively sure that FE15 was kusakihara draft to see how much "religion BaD" and Humanity Fuck Yeah!"" he could insert in a FE game
So yeah, Celica being called out for the "bonkers" choice she picks through the course of the game isn't her being a moron, but the writers/directors writing her to be Wrong (tm) with as much subtlety as a sledgehammer.
#hapigairu#meme game#replies#I wouldn't say FE15's writing was stellar far from that#but even as convoluted as it was on some points it's still better than Kusakihara's next game lol#honestly wanting to depart too much from FE2 to cook their own story about uwu nobles uwu dragons uwu humanity yeah uwu religion BaD was#a choice and I really can see now how it had roots for what would later be FE16 discourse#Python and Leon missing their shots became a meme at that point lol#FE15#I still like the game to some extent but the writing for the last chapters was just... kind of disappointing
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'Return to my embrace, Ephidel.' Lord Nergal's voice echoes, 'return to the warmth of my love.'
The promise of it continues to be all too tempting.
Celephais 28.5/30HP casts Painless World on the party! [Roll: 14 - 4 = 10; Hit] Ephidel is inflicted with -6 dexterity for their next turn.
His arms surround his creation, long fingernails dragging up their limbs and almost consuming them entirely. 'To your Master, to your God.'
Yet, again the thought is cemented in Ephidel's mind that they can not fulfill his wishes. Not of their true god, not even to the illusion of him. In both, they were a failure. They did not deserve him; but his false-master was right about one thing.
Ephidel struggled back to their feet.
Ephidel does NOT sync with the vengeful spirit of Nergal
They were not meant to heal; made only to destroy. Pasithee herself had proven as much to the morph. And then that fire began to burn within them again, and with it, a will and desire formed on their own. Outside of purpose. Outside of loyalty and servitude. Outside of Lord Nergal or the church or existence itself.
Ephidel wanted to dismantle this illusion, not for the church, but to prove the inherent treachery Pasithee saw in them. To be the thief she had branded them as months prior. To snatch away what ever they could of her remaining happiness.
Ephidel staggered forward, Fimbulvetr coalescing in their grasp.
Ephidel 10/10HP attacks Celephais 18.5/30HP with Fimbulvetr at melee range! Heartseeker activates! [Roll: 7 + 2 = 9; -2.5HP] Post-Apocalyptic Savior activates! [Roll: 1, hit! -2.5HP, Celephais 16/30HP] ; Celephais is frozen! Celephais is unable to counterattack! Poison Strike activates! -1HP, Celephais 15/30HP
The tundra strikes true, and encases Celephais in solid ice. Ephidel would find Pasithee. They would find her and destroy her with hands made only to kill.
murder is a long-term investment
team theta | week three
#anger became pettiness became revenge#hastag morph moment#i guess ephidel deserves a bit of a protag moment here#because they were in pasithee's game show last event#and neither maria or corrin is here atm#toaapollyonouranos2024#aotheta2024#thread: murder is a long term investment#forsyth support#byleth support#andrei support#lachesis support#naesala support#selena support#chrom support#yarne support#hilda support#katarina support#saizo support#isadora support#eir support#viridescent-lance#ashenprofessor#ulircursed#pridedprincess#corvuschriisti#fluxrspar#ephemeralove#delicatevalentine#taguelbunnyboy
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FE2 Novelization Translation - Book 2 Chapter 2 Part 6
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Chapter 2: Battle at the Border
Part 6: Crux of Fate
“Please let me make it in time!!” Zeke urged his sacred horse to gallop as quickly as he could.
The pieces of his horse’s golden chest armor violently hit each other, clanging loudly.
His five Paladins were not far behind.
Finally, he saw piles of Witch corpses strewn all around him, confirming to him that Alm had indeed gone to Nuibaba’s mansion. Their horses’ hooves crushed the bodies beneath them as they continued on.
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Zeke had no idea how long ago Alm left the village, as he had passed out on the floor of the hut.
When he came to, he saw the familiar faces of five of his Paladins, all inside the hut with him. “Emperor Rudolf chose the five of us himself, and ordered that we do as you say, Sir Zeke.”
Their words made him cry as hard as he ever had in his entire life, moved by their kindness and friendship. Them being here also confirmed that Emperor Rudolf had known all along that the person with the Brand was Alm, and his order meant that Zeke was to serve Alm.
Zeke thought, ‘Emperor Rudolf, as an extraordinary talent in politics and leadership, must have decided that Alm is the one person who can unify Valentia. He intends to hand Rigel over to Alm. It is most likely that Valentia would become a republic, but regardless of the final form of the new government, the monarchy would be abolished. Emperor Rudolf is probably expecting Alm to become a great leader, both in the best and worst of times. Just as I have always thought, he values Valentia being at peace.
‘And this war is likely a sacrificial operation carried out on purpose to remove the small armies that have come to power across each region of Rigel, and purge Rigel of its corruption. Jerome is the perfect example of one such army. Like a surgeon performing a surgery, Emperor Rudolf has chosen Alm as the best candidate for a successful operation.
‘If all of this is right, then I have no reason to have any doubts. There is nothing more for me to think about. It is my duty to protect Alm until all of this is over. That is what it means to be loyal to Emperor Rudolf!’ This explanation for everything also cleared his mind of the fear that he was living a cruel paradox. He would even be able to hold Tatiana in his arms once more when they one day reunited.
“We march to Fear Mountain!” Zeke ordered his Paladins. He wrapped several layers of cloth bandages around his abdomen to stop his bleeding, then immediately left the village.
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The decision to call Nuibaba’s mansion as such must have been a bad joke by someone with a terrible sense of humor. Or perhaps it came to be because the people envied him a bit, living a lifestyle free of society’s worldly trappings. Regardless, even if it was meant to be sarcastic, it was still not a good joke in the slightest.
Nuibaba’s abode was not a mansion at all, but a stronghold in every meaning of the word. The summit of Fear Mountain was a very steep cliff, and walls characteristic of a stronghold stood all around it. The passageway built to make it up and down the mountain was made of stone, and looked just like a castle wall. It was so narrow it would be difficult for two horses to pass by each other, and it was built into a very steep incline that led straight to the front gate.
They traveled with Alm as their vanguard; followed by Clive, Mathilda, and Gray atop their horses; and Clair flying high in the sky on her falcon. Behind them, Lukas and Forsyth formed a wall around Tobin, Python, and Delthea. Before them, Nuibaba’s subordinates did not stand a chance. Cutting them down was easy, and defeating them took no effort, but when everyone thought of Nuibaba waiting for them and how much his Medusa spell was to be feared, no matter how simple it was to make their way through the waves of small fry, it was all meaningless.
No one knew what kind of spell Medusa truly was, though that was to be expected. It was said to be such a lethal spell that no one who witnessed it had ever survived to describe it. With its true form unknown, they had even more reason to be afraid.
The prominent theory proposed that it is a mind reversal spell. It reverses all of the target’s values, senses, instincts, and psychology to its polar opposite. Those trying to live will die, and those seeking help will be killed. The spellcaster would then instantly turn to stone, protecting themself from the screams of agony and hell on earth now surrounding them. If world peace could be achieved and maintained, then the Medusa spell would reverse it all, and summon an absolute hell from which none could escape.
‘Absolute hell? Does such a thing even exist? Having control over absolute hell would make Nuibaba akin to a god. Just what kind of Arcanist is he?’ Once they finally tore down the stronghold’s gate and invaded the hall of Nuibaba’s mansion, Alm finally learned the truth.
There were no pillars supporting the high ceiling, making the inner hall a completely wide open space. It was so empty that it would not feel strange if stars started to shine within the darkness of the ceiling. Beneath it was an equally endless floor made of stone tiles. And sitting atop the stone floor on his knees, without even a chair to help support him, was an old man. He looked like a scrap of paper fallen on a desolate road.
“Are you Nuibaba?” Alm asked, more to convince himself than anything.
The old man did not look at all like an Archanist, much less the Nuibaba of legend. He did not even wear a holy man’s robes, but a simple white, long cloth. The only outwardly trait he had of a religious figure was his bald head, without even a single hair upon it.
However, Alm should have known that a weak appearance does not indicate that a person is also weak on the inside.
“Wind, sweep away my enemies!” Nuibaba suddenly cast an Excalibur spell, without drawing its sigil, nor even moving an inch from his place on the floor.
The spell sliced open both Gray and Python’s dominant arms; and because none of Alm’s army had any warning of what was coming, none of them could hold their ground.
“Curse you!” Shouted Delthea as she lept out in front.
Nuibaba immediately noticed that she was a magic Unit, and first tested out the basic Fire and Thunder spells on her. But Delthea was a prodigy so talented she had already mastered Aura, even at her young age.
He knew exactly how she was aiming her spell, and stayed completely still to judge the distance between them. It was the distance needed for him to be within the target range of an Aura spell.
The sigil Delthea drew was indeed that of Aura. However, she was unable to complete its chant because the words Nuibaba spoke when he opened his mouth for the first time were so unexpected.
“Cast it! Cast the light that killed your brother!” He said, and every single one of the Knights of Zofia heard him.
His heightened magical abilities allowed him to sense that no one had told her, and she did not yet know the truth - that she was her own brother’s killer.
Everyone looked at Delthea as she became ghostly pale.
“Wind, sweep away my enemies!”
The moment she faltered and failed to properly draw Aura’s sigil, Nuibaba cast another Excalibur spell. This time, she was unable to dodge, and it sliced open her shoulder before she collapsed to the ground. Just as he was about to attack a third time, Clair’s falcon glided through the hall and scooped her up.
Clair wrapped her arm around Delthea’s tiny body, while Delthea grabbed ahold of her falcon’s mane. And Delthea stared straight at Clair as the thunderous sounds of Excaliber’s winds blew around them.
“What did he say? What did he say?” Delthea mumbled multiple times to herself before she finally screamed, “He said I killed my brother!”
All Clair could do was hug her. Huger tight, and tell her to forget what she’d heard. “Just forget he ever said anything!”
It was a cruel order. Telling her to forget was certain proof that the thing she was supposed to forget about was undeniably true.
Then, from beneath the falcon’s wings, they heard Nuibaba chant another spell. “Light, shine down upon my enemies!”
He was casting Aura. Its shards of light were so scorching hot that they could even burn a falcon’s wings, causing Clair’s mount to crash head-first against the stone floor.
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“So this is the power of Medusa?!” Zeke thought as he rushed into the mansion.
Such a statement was far from unbelievable.
In the middle of the room sat an old man who looked as if he was meditating, and scattered around him as if they were garbage he had tossed aside, was every member of the Newly Reborn Knights of Zofia. Even Alm was dyed crimson with his own blood.
“He’s breathing!” One of Zeke’s Paladins immediately jumped off his horse to examine the person nearest to him. It was Forsyth. Both his dominant arm and his back were sliced open, and his shoulders were heaving heavily. But he was alive, meaning that Nuibaba had yet to cast Medusa.
“You never see it coming… You move, and his magic will already be waiting for you…” Forsyth said. His face contorted in fear as he passed out, still gripping the Paladin’s arm.
“I will distract Nuibaba!” Zeke said. “All five of you will carry the Knights of Zofia out of here!” He gave his orders, then galloped his horse forward to stand right in front of Nuibaba.
If Nuibaba had acknowledged Zeke’s determination to fight him, he would have at least been the slightest bit shaken. Instead, he simply watched the Paladins carry off the Knights of Zofia as they desperately clung to their lives.
“I have come to confirm with my own body just what kind of spell Medusa is!” Zeke said as his sacred horse, fully adorned in the suit of armor bestowed upon the mount of a Gold Knight, snorted and smashed the stone tiles beneath them with his front hooves. I will survive your magic, so that none will be afraid of you ever again. I will prove once and for all whether or not absolute fear exists in this world. Prepare yourself!” Zeke gripped his horse’s reins.
Nuibaba did not move even an inch. He thought that Zeke was being quite honorable.
Nuibaba had plotted together with Jerome. Based on that, Zeke knew exactly what kind of person he probably was. However, Nuibaba did not ask a single question about why Zeke had switched sides; and now that they were facing off as enemies, he simply stared back, proving his reputation as the proud Arcanist general.
The moment Zeke’s horse took a single step forward, wind blew past them. His cheek was cut for the first time ever in his life. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spurt of blood fly past him. His horse flinched. Zeke pulled his reins to reprimand him for doing so.
“Do not insult me with a spell like Exaclibur!” Zeke shouted, and took another step forward.
A ball of light exploded, signaling that Nuibaba had cast an Aura spell. It was a direct hit against his horse’s armor. The grating sound of thousands of light shards scraping against metal echoed through the air. He felt the back of his neck become hot. Half of his uniform’s collar blew away.
“Why won’t you cast Medusa?!”
By the time he spoke those words, Nuibaba was already directly beneath him. Nuibaba raised his head just enough to look at Zeke from the side. His eyes were mocking the Gold Knight.
The sight of them made Zeke’s blood boil, and so he aimed and stabbed his lance at Nuibaba’s chest.
The tip of his lance felt dull. The moment he had extended it, he realized how reckless his action was. Knowing that he was cornered, Nuibaba must have cast a lethal Medusa spell that would hit him any second now. The reason why his spearhead felt dull was because Zeke feared that premonition.
Nuibaba moved.
‘Finally!’ Zeke thought. ‘Should I keep my eyes open, or shut them as tight as I can? If I am going to die, then I want to see my final moments.’ He made up his mind, and kept his eyes wide open.
But he saw no sign that Nuibaba had cast a spell, rather, he saw Nuibaba standing up in the air, as if he was flying.
What he thought was not what had happened at all. His lance had stabbed through Nuibaba’s body.
It pierced his chest as easily as it would rotting hunks of fat and flesh, and slid through so far that it went past his waist. The spearhead had even stabbed into a stone floor tile.
“Zeke,” Nuibaba gripped the lance with both hands and stared straight at Zeke, his elderly face not even wincing in pain. “I have only attained the first few steps of enlightenment. The difference between Rudolf and me is like that of the sun and a grain of sand. I was never able to make much progress.”
Nuibaba paused to cough up blood. “Anything other than full enlightenment is meaningless. When I learned that you had switched to Alm’s side, I realized that Rudolf had attained full enlightenment. If he is closer to full enlightenment than I, then I am worldly trash.”
“Why didn’t you cast Medusa?” Zeke asked him again.
“Medusa? I cannot cast such a spell. I am worldly trash. Duma would never bestow Medusa upon trash such as I. I am trash, and I will die like trash. To prove to you how wordly of a person I am, Zeke, I will teach you one thing about life. Never attempt to cast away your love for a woman. Do not abandon in vain the love in front of you to chase your past. After I close my eyes and summon them, turn around. Tatiana and the Zofian Saint will both be behind you.” Those were Nuibaba’s final words before his chin fell. The proud Arcanist army general crumpled around Zeke’s lance like a piece of scrap cloth.
“Sir Zeke!” It was obvious who had called his name from behind him.
Silque was standing next to him, but he cared not about what she might be thinking as he stared at her. He simply held Tatiana in his arms as tightly as he could.
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Jerome’s soldiers had Nuibaba’s mansion surrounded. So this was indeed Jerome’s goal all along. If Nuibaba defeated the Newly Reborn Knights of Zofia, that would be ideal, but even if he did not, they were certain to be near death when Jerome appeared before them.
Zeke ordered Tatiana and Silque to heal the Knights, then took only his five Paladins with him to the mansion’s front gate, his gold armor glittering as he openly revealed himself and awaited Jerome’s arrival.
“Do any of you have any friends among his army?” Zeke asked his Paladins.
All of them gave the same answer - that they felt nothing but hatred for every single one of Jerome’s knights.
But it mattered not that none could be swayed to his side. The Golden General Zeke was accompanied by his five fiercely loyal Paladins Rudolf himself had personally selected. Though they were no match in numbers, Jerome’s knights were already no match for them
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“So there’s no such thing as Medusa.” Forsyth said as he lifted his wine glass.
Rigel’s border guard had been defeated, and the Rigel Plains were now under Zofian occupation. It was a major accomplishment, one mostly achieved thanks to Zeke’s efforts, but the Knights were relieved that this battle was over all the same. The villagers had been awaiting their return with a huge banquet prepared just for them, and were now showering them with their kindness.
Once the Knights scaled the Dragon’s Maw, known as a natural stronghold characteristic of Rigel’s rugged landscape, Rigel Castle would be awaiting them right before their very eyes, and all they would have left to do is take Rudolf’s head.
“We turned a fear that did not even exist into a taboo. Perhaps most, if not all, taboos are the same.” Forsyth said.
Python continued, “Medusa was nothing more than Nuibaba’s bluff, and a secret he could not share with even a single soul, or else he would lose all of his power. Maybe Jerome knew that, and used it to blackmail Nuibaba into helping him, knowing that he was still very powerful.”
“I do not think that to be the case.” Zeke said as he cut into the conversation. Zeke was a full-fledged Knight of Zofia now, or at the very least, a heroic general who had declared himself one of Alm’s knights, and vowed his loyalty to his new lord. “I did say very confidently that Nuibaba was unable to cast Medusa. But now I am convinced that he could, and chose not to cast it.”
“Why not?” It was no surprise that question was on everyone’s mind.
“I think he knew Emperor Rudolf’s master plan. Alm,” Zeke said, and shifted his conversation to speak directly to Alm. “Emperor Rudolf is planning to surrender his country over to you, so that you two can restore peace to Zofia and Rigel together. I think that is why he ordered me to serve you.”
‘That’s impossible.’ Was Silque’s immediate thought, but Alm spoke up faster.
“Then why did Rudolf try to destroy Zofia? We can never forget his wicked plot to abuse the sluice. He used it to attempt to destroy the entirety of Zofia’s land. Zeke, your idea is too optimistic.”
If Alm was right, then he had once again lost his reason to serve Alm. But regardless, the moment the Newly Reborn Knights of Zofia entered Rigel Castle, they would learn everything. ‘Rudolf will probably embrace Alm when they meet. It is enough for me to just serve Alm for now.’ Zeke thought, and spoke not another word.
As the conversation shifted from Nuibaba to the sluice, Delthea looked down at her feet as the color slowly drained from her face. Even as everyone continued to empty their glasses, the party could not become entirely carefree so long as they were worried about how she was feeling. Nuibaba had told her the one secret they were trying to keep from her, that she cast the spell that killed her brother.
“Cheer up, Delthea!” Clive said, and clapped a hand on her shoulder.
That was the trigger that made everything bottled up within her heart come spilling out.
“Please tell me the truth.” She said, starting out as a mumble that crescendoed with each word until she was nearly shrieking. “Was it me who killed my brother?! Did he die by my hand?! His body had scars on it that could only be caused by Aura. And I don’t remember anything that happened. I felt it, but I couldn’t believe it. Why did I kill my brother?!”
With each word that came out of her mouth, she felt more and more certain in her heart that she had done it. The more she became certain, the more she became aware of just how grave a sin she had committed, and the greater her grief became that he was gone. She started crying as hard as she would have bled if her tiny body was literally tearing apart.
No one could say anything. It would be meaningless to try to comfort her, because what could possibly comfort her? Nothing could bring her brother back. The only option left was to push her to accept the truth faster than she would on her own, but that was also the cruelest option of all.
“Delthea,” Alm stood up and hugged her. “You did not kill Luthier.” He said with full conviction. “The person who killed your brother was the Arcanist at the sluice. A Rigelian we have already killed. Please think of it this way. Even if the sun was to burn up or if rain were to wash away all the forests, nothing would make it any less tragic for those who share the same blood to kill each other. Please find your peace in the certainty that you would have never killed your brother.
“Nuibaba’s Medusa spell was not absolute hell. True hell is family killing one another. So long as Mila’s Blessing is bestowed upon Valentia, there should be no true hell in this world, and no members of the same family should be capable of killing each other.”
Delthea didn’t know what to think of Alm’s words, but they made Silque tremble in utter fear.
Alm was about to become the harbinger of this impossible, true hell he spoke of himself. The moment he cheered with joy that he had brought an end to everything, would also be the moment he killed his own father, realized his fate is to suffer in absolute hell, and learned that he himself would prove true hell had become possible in this world.
Silque could not hold back her tears. Everyone else thought that she was crying because she was so touched at Alm’s gesture to do whatever little he could to reach out and help Delthea.
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The days before the Knights’ invasion of Rigel Castle passed by quietly. Delthea did not speak to anyone and was silent for a few days, until finally, she told Alm that she had decided to stay in the village and dedicate her life to rebuilding it.
“You will grow up to become a godmother to all of Valentia.” He said, and hugged her tiny body as hard as he could.
Silque went every day to see Tatiana, who returned to her hut in the village. Because Tatiana had decided not to participate in the final battle, Silque asked if she could teach her Physic, a high-level healing spell able to heal allies from afar; and Warp, a spell able to instantly teleport Units within the middle of an enemy’s formation. Part of the reason why the Knights decided to spend several long days stationed in the village was to give Silque the time she needed to master those spells.
Zeke was also always in Tatiana’s hut. To the two of them, these last few days before the Knights deployed was a fleeting moment of peace.
Sometimes, he would step out for a bit, and Tatiana would tell Silque stories of her memories with him.
“It was all part of the gods’ will for Sir Zeke to wash up in the village where I live, and for him to save me. I want to dedicate my entire body and soul to him.”
Silque immediately stared down at her feet. Hearing such a candid expression of love made her face turn bright red, proving that she was still a young woman who had yet to experience her own first romance.
“But, there is something that always worries me. And this worry may only deepen my love for him.” Tatiana said. “Sir Zeke lost all memories of his past, but he was probably a high-ranking vassal of another nation. As I nursed him back to health, he often cried out in agony. More times than I can count. But I remember the words he spoke very well. They were often an apology to a queen. Her name is Nyna…”
The moment she said that name, her face clouded over with sadness. “‘I am sorry, but I will not betray my homeland…’ He would say as he became drenched with sweat. When his memory returns, he will also return to his country. Sir Zeke is going to leave me on that day. I am certain of it.”
Silque held Tatiana’s hands to console her.
Tatiana smiled, touched by Silque’s kindness. Then, she said, “I will stay in the village. As your army marches, even if Sir Zeke’s memories return to him, please do not tell me the truth. Allow me to believe that he left only because he fell out of love with me. Otherwise, I will not be able to completely give up on him.”
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Please tell me about Lukas.
Sincerely, a poor soul who is obsessed with Milgram but knows very little about Fire Emblem.
Lukas is my beloved character of all time :) Comfort character to rival all comfort characters :) He’s just like me fr :) He’s so healing to watch heal :)
He’s from Fire Emblem Echoes, and for a good portion of the game he’s that mentor/tutorial character who helps you/the protagonist through the new world you’re thrown into. The thing was, they put together an incredibly complex asexual, neurodivergent guy who’s not really in it for the fighting (but is damned good at it anyway). They gave him the sweetest and saddest smile possible. They gave him the most relaxing voice you could imagine. They gave him two of the wackiest and complimentary friends. How could I not fall in love?
Basically, he reveals that he’s not involved in this whole war because he wanted to be – his father and brother conspired to send him away to fight for their own gain, not really caring if he lived or died. He took on the new life with just as much motivation as if he chose it himself, though. He’s not here for any dreams of glory or violence, he just wants to help the new friends he’s made ;-; He has a really big heart, but he’s not afraid to make the tough call and commit war crimes. He’s gentle to the child soldier protagonists, but is the first person to trust them and allow them into the army.
Fire Emblem is notorious for its fanservice, which is why I will forever be Insane over his support conversation with one of those friends I mentioned. He describes his struggles with romance and desire, perfectly describing an asexual experience. His friend, Python, responds with so much kindness. It’s done with a lot of tact and respect, and was one of the final pieces to my own acceptance of my asexuality.
Less intended, but he talks about his struggles with emotions that comes off as low-empathy neurodivergence, or a form of Alexithymia. He doesn’t feel strong emotions most of the time, then occasionally gets swept up in them and lashes out. (Sorry for all the tmi but) this is also something I struggle with. Though I come off overly excited online, I’ve dealt with the same coldness/heartless accusations he has. His writing and voice acting really drive it home, and it’s wonderful to see. Once again, he’s treated with immense respect for this trait. He feels self-conscious about it, but the cast sees that as a strength of his.
His relationship with the other two knights is super fun! I could go on separate rants about Python and Forsyth, but just know they are equally perfect. They all compliment one another so well, and hype each other up in such lovely ways. They've even got a fun RGB color scheme going on :3
OKAY I AM CUTTING MYSELF OFF because I could go on forever about him 😂 He holds such a special place in my heart -- it's silly, but thank you sm for asking :’) And, since you mentioned Milgram, this reminded me of a super goofy comparison to Yuno I made as one of my first Milgram posts, as well as my wips of the Fuuta-Lukas outfit swap I need to finish...
#fe echoes#fe lukas#the only other character that beats him out with comfort/relatability is shigeo kageyama lol#i realize i didnt really talk about fire emblem itself asdfsd oops#its a pretty basic fantasy turn based game#im really bad at the strategy LMAO im just here for the vibes#and echoes has Incredible vibes 👏#the story - the characters - the voice acting - the soundtrack!!!#the writing certainly has its issues but overall its a gorgeous game#and lukas is the most gorgeous of them all 😤😤😤#everything about his writing was so beautifully done#and most of the fans that write him do so very lovingly#the echoes fandom is pretty small -- the game wasnt huge and its like 8 years past its prime now#and this trio is fairly minor when looking at protagonists#but!! there are a few of us still hangin around :')#he was on my mind for a good 4 years straight before milgram took over.....#ahh thanks pal!!#rose posts#ask
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Hey! So I've heard a lot about your ROM hack, and I want to know if the rumors I've heard about more characters being queer is true. The TV Tropes page said Jesse was made trans which is metal as hell (tysm for that), but there's no way that was the only character made queer. I'm only on chapter 7 and there's no wiki, and I don't have time to play fire emblem at the moment, so can I get like the full list of queered-up characters or smth? Thanks!
(P.s. I think the ROM hack is interesting I'll have to see how it goes as I play more, whenever that happens, but it's been a neat experience so far)
Hi, thanks for the ask! Quite a few characters have new supports and/or endings with each other:
Acantha and Silque's support chain is romantic
Valbar is straight but is a close friend to Leon and they actually discuss what Leon's feelings mean for their friendship
Leon and Atlas's support chain is romantic
Kamui and Leon's support is a bit flirtier than the original
Nomah and Mycen used to be seeing each other ~30-40 years ago and can get back together with A support
Fernand's feelings for Clive are explicitly romantic and play a major role in his character arc
Clive has some repressed bisexuality he comes to terms with in light of his history with Fernand
Forsyth and Python have a bit more chemistry going on (beyond what they already did) but it's left open
Clive and Jesse are old friends and Jesse's backstory is revealed in their support
Silque and Faye's supports have been rewritten to touch more on Faye's feelings for Celica (this one's more just subtext)
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The one wearing her face disappears, leaving alongside it nothing but bitter thoughts. She lost then, but with it emerges experience. She must cling onto that knowledge. Darkness swallows her whole, emerging with it an acidic field. This is hardly new to both herself and her comrades, for they have faced toxins prior. Now that they should be properly prepared, she expects them to hold up and endure.
If there is one person that should lead the charge, she believes it best to be her.
The axe continues to evade her, instead finding magic flickering at her fingertips. Magic has always been a strong part of both her house and the Adrestian Empire. She knows how to wield it— How to cut a path of flames forward. Even so, this one is different. It's lighter, much in opposition to what she is best with. It can add no flames to her fire. No sparks. It brightens the otherwise darkened atmosphere, bringing with it a strength she forces forward.
Edelgard recovers 1HP from Amaterasu (Terrain Resistance from Forsyth) Edelgard 6/10. Edelgard recovers 1HP from Bond; (Conditional Roll: 3) Edelgard 7/10 Edelgard 7/10HP critically hits the Golden Lich 18/18HP** with Aureola [Roll: 1 + 6 = 7] [4 / 2 HP, Golden Lich 16/18HP**, Edelgard 6/10HP]. Edelgard 6/10HP critically hits the Golden Lich 16/18HP** with Aureola [Roll: 18 + 6 = 24] [4 / 2 HP, Golden Lich 14/18HP**, Edelgard 5/10HP] Golden Lich 16/18HP** counters with Echoing Groan [Roll: 19 - 4 = 15] [3HP, Edelgard 2/10HP. Edelgard is inflicted with Minor Poison. -0.5, Edelgard 1.5/10HP
"There is no time to lose," she beckons. She stands in front of the enemy, extending her hand forward with no hesitation. Her magic fires, knocking it back away from her. Instead of a satisfying hand on the hips, she is greeted with a force of its own. Mighty, strong, deadly. "Move forward and fight."
Perhaps it is because she is still thinking of herself that draws the enemy to so cleanly strike. The princess fumbles, falling to her feet as the poison finds its way back into her veins. Her vision feels hazy, hand on her head in reluctance. Despite the odds, she stands. She's always been this way— Resilient.
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Dear GLAAD, Let me explain this as simply has possible. NO one is trying to outlaw Drag shows. Normal people just don't want child exposed to inappropriate entertainment.
There's no reason for kids to be exposed to this.....
And why the fuck would any parent want their kids around anyone who actively supports a pedophile?
https://thepostmillennial.com/founder-of-uk-drag-queen-story-hour-raises-funds-for-pedophile-drag-performers-funeral
And what parents want to bring their kids to a drag show sponsored by crappy beer? Just leave them home with a babysitter
Do the kids actually enjoy being used as props for parents to show off how cool they are to be woke enough to take their kids to that shift?
"After the performance, one of the drag queens questions a little boy in the audience. He asks the little boy what his favorite part of the show was, and, without hesitation, the little boy shakes his head and says, “Nothing.” This answer is met with laughter from the audience and the drag queen himself."
At least that boy wasn't touched by the performers. Unlike this poor girl
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alright tell me about YOUR current favorite guy now
I AM FINALLY DOING THIS i have been. so distracted lmaooo. BUT I decided to do the guy in my icon, fifth member of weezer and best FE character, Python <3. He may not be the Number One guy in my brain right this moment, but that spot and most after it are all taken by OCs, so. We're doing him instead. Also because of this tag because I think you'd like this guy jort
ANYWAY, Python. My guy. He's a character from Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia, a recruitable archer early on in Alm's route.
Now, in Echoes, the class discrepancy between nobles and commoners is a prominent theme, especially in Alm's route. This is something that comes up in a lot of FE games, unsurprisingly, seeing as princes and thieves fight together side by side. And the games (at least those I've played, which is only FEA-FE3H. I know.) tend to handwave a lot of the more unsavory points of that topic. A lot of the time, conversations or supports that delve into that topic end in "yeah, being poor and starving sucks, but you know what also sucks? Being royalty! It's really hard :[" which, like, yeah, it is, but also one party here has the means to help the other, but is choosing not to instead say how their life sucks too, actually. Idk, these conversations always rubbed me in the wrong way a bit.
ALL THAT BEING SAID, Python is a commoner. And he doesnt buy any of that "being rich is hard too guys :[" shit for a Second. In his support with Clive (a nobleman knight who's opinion on the whole situation is "well some people have to be poor so I can be rich") he straight up tells him that his ideas on how society should be run are wrong and that his view on common people are condescending at best.
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Python doesn't fight for honor or any sense of duty, he fights for his paycheck and his childhood friend who does feel that duty, Forsyth. Even if he and Forsyth disagree on many things, there's a mutual respect between the two, an understanding of their station, and a small rivalry between how to best navigate said station. Forsyth encourages Python to get out there, try things, put some effort into life. But Python just, doesn't see much of a point. But it's not for any depressive reason, or even straight apathy. Python just prioritizes rest and relaxation. He doesn't live to work, he has no dream job (which Forsyth takes as having no dream at all, not that Python would disagree), he just wants to enjoy his life; sleeping in the sun, having a few drinks, spending time with friends, and sharing stories and gossip.
Speaking of friends and gossip, I'm going to drop my favorite support of his, maybe even my favorite support in the whole game (even though its locked behind a dlc map like seriously what was up with this games dlc why is a support between two base game units behind a paywall-)
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Going from this support, and the fact that neither of them have romantic endings, (Lukas' even saying he 'never wanted for companionship') this is a pretty clear attempt by FE at writing two aroace (or at least just aro) characters. And, idk, I think its really special. Neither are framed as missing out or needing another to be happy, the conversation is to the point and respectful, and they are both allowed to be full characters beyond this detail of their lives.
And that's a common thread through Python's character that I admire. In any other story, the character that had no want for big dreams, constant improvement, or romance would be framed as an empty person, someone deeply unhappy without anything to strive for. But, even as the other characters try and impose that narrative onto Python, that's never actually the case. He is happy as he is, doing just enough to be as comfortable as he can, taking rests and shortcuts all along the way. He will not sell his time more than he must, he will not work harder than he has to, he will not allow those who push themselves to breaking for those above them to guilt him into doing the same. He has nothing to prove, nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, the one time he could push himself, in his bad ending after Forsyth dies, *THAT* is when he is empty and miserable, fighting like his friend once did until his early, untimely death.
Python is just such a breath of fresh air. He was the one in my brain telling me say no to my boss long before Chilchuck, he is a character that not even FE has been able to write like that again (even when writing for him specifically, like his Heroes characterization is so off and bad augh). He is one of the very few canonically aro characters I can find, and I'm proud to have him napping in my icon for the foreseeable future.
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