#〈 lysithea 〉 ic.

[hibari-draws]

What to do when your crush sprains their ankle?

Happy New Year! This is my final art of 2023!

FE art scuffle attack for @/glumbaby

@ferarepairweek Day 1: Holidays

[doctordragon]

One trope I kind of adore is when there's a character who's introduced as comic relief with some goofy traits.

Then later in the story it's revealed that this goofy trait is the result of a seriously fucked up backstory and then you feel awful for laughing at them the whole time.

[warpaway]

🎄

"..."

Lysithea knows standing in a doorway while reading isn't... smart, per se, but this book on how to best utilize Swarm is getting really interesting and she wants to make sure she has it down before...

"...What are you staring at me for?"

Lysithea knew the library had been decorated - she had put in effort to exempt her section of it from the decor, but... there certainly was a festive mood in the air of the library. And that was not something she knew what to do with.

Especially with the string bean staring at her.

"Is there... something on my face, or..."

mistletoe mishaps || accepting

another poisonous little cluster of plants, and another girl standing underneath it. honestly, linhardt would stare at lysithea twice as intensely on a normal day even if she weren't standing under poison. actually, is that any good for her? what if it makes her sick? she's more prone to getting sick, and it's likely from the stress of her crests and all the magical energies that imbues her with (or at least that's linhardt's current theory).

none of this gets voiced, of course. if linhardt spoke their mind too much, it would just get too tedious to listen to themself twice. no, they begin by answering her question, "not yet. i don't know how prone to shedding their leaves that dried mistletoe are though, and you're -"

he stops, suddenly, face lighting up. he's remembered what he's supposed to do about it, and he's supposed to do that with one of his favorite people? his luck is turning around indeed.

pink colors his cheeks. okay, so they're supposed to kiss her, yet how? there's definitely different types of kisses, and lysithea's hands are full so she won't like if they take one to bring to their lips. so...

linhardt tilts his head and leans in, and sets a chaste kiss to the top of her head. something flutters in his stomach. he hasn't really done many kisses. it's a little exciting.

"you're under it," they say after, still smiling warmly at her.

[reesespieces]

tag dump

[lollipop-bribes]

It's not like Gaius showed up loaded, but thankfully his vice can usually be found on the cheap. One of the perks of the monastery is that no one here gives him grief about wearing the sleeves of his jacket around his neck, or wearing it like a cape with only the top button done. People mind their business here.

Yeah, he's not let down. He smells the cart before he sees it: heaps of taffies and truffles and chocolates. For this alone, he can keep himself behaved while he's enrolled here.

The middle-aged lady behind the cart smiles at him sweetly - no suspicion in her eyes that he might swipe a handful and run. (What? He would never do that - not from a grandma at her day job. Sheesh.) His eyes glaze over the fancy wrappers and shiny foils - it's like something out of a dream. Where the hells does he start?

Beside him, there's a short girl in a student's uniform carefully studying the bounty, chin in hand. Ah, someone else around here has taste. She's probably been here longer - maybe she can help him out. He should probably start getting to know his fellow students, anyway.

"Hey," Gaius says, hoping he doesn't startle her, "you got a favorite? Sure is a lot t' pick from."

@tomestudyholic

one a penny, two a penny

[amebelladonna]

I've finished all routes in Three Hopes, so here's some of my favourite moments that I've screenshot

Dimitri once again suffering the timing of my screenshots. 😭

Cross your legs, you manwhore-

Lysithea, that's a Peach Sorbet. Why would it have vegetables? (Kinda funny thinking about Hubert putting such a thing on ice cream though.)

What are you, Claude? Niko Avocado?

Hilda being happy to beat up people, just a typical tuesday everyone.

Linhardt: Yay. 🫲😕🫱

Not a happy moment but I still took a pic because I essentially made Dorothea insanely depressed in Azure Gleam and I hate myself for it. (killed every Black Eagle but her for angst and unique dialogue w/ Edelgard, then there's the mess that is Part 2.)

Don't worry, guys! She's all okay now after this.

More of this amazing woman (hatless Academy Doro feels both like a blessing and anomaly at the same time.)

And finally....

I don't need to explain myself but the opportunity was right there, okay?

[favoritenintendocharacterbracket]

Favorite Nintendo Character Tournament 2 Submissions are Open

They'll be open until June 30th at 10 pm PST!

The winner will face our current champion, Kirby!

I'm bringing back everyone from the first tournament, as well as characters I regret nobody nominated last time. But I'm open for more, I'm crazy!

Below the break is everyone currently submitted, as well as the shout outs for promotion:

Characters involved:

Acerola (Pokemon)

Acht Mizuta Splatoon

Admiral Bobbery Paper Mario

Agent 8 (Splatoon)

Akari Pokémon

Alear (Fire Emblem)

Alex (Dragalia Lost)

Alm Fire Emblem

Andy (Advance Wars)

Apollo Animal crossing

Arven (Pokemon)

Ashley (Warioware)

Ashley Mizuki Robins (Another Code)

Ayumi (Famicom Detective Club)

Bandana Waddle Dee (Kirby)

Big Man (Splatoon)

Bobby Paper mario

Bowser (Mario)

Bulbasaur Family (Pokemon)

Callie (Splatoon)

Captain Falcon (F-Zero)

Captain Rainbow (Captain Rainbow)

Celica Fire Emblem

Charmander Family (Pokemon)

Chelle (Dragalia Lost)

Cherry Animal crossing

Chrom (Fire Emblem)

Claude (Fire Emblem)

Cleo (Dragalia Lost)

Commander Tarter (Splatoon)

Craggalanche Kid Icarus

Cranky Kong (Donkey Kong)

Cynthia (Pokemon)

Daisy (Mario)

Dark Pit Kid Icarus

Daruk (Legend of Zelda)

Dedede (Kirby)

Diddy Kong (Donkey Kong Country)

Dimentio Paper Mario

Dimitri (Fire Emblem)

Dixie Kong (Donkey Kong)

DJ Octavio (Splatoon)

Donkey Kong (Donkey Kong Country)

Duck Hunt Dog (Duck Hunt)

Edelgard (Fire Emblem)

Eevee and the Eevolutions (Pokémon)

Egil Xenoblade Chronicles

Eirika Fire Emblem

Elisane (Dragalia Lost)

Ephraim Fire Emblem

Euden (Dragalia Lost)

Fighting Polygon Team (Super Smash Bros)

Fox (Star Fox)

Frye (Splatoon)

Ganon/Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda)

Geno (Super Mario RPG)

Greninja (Pokemon)

Grovyle the Thief (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon)

Hades (Kid Icarus)

Hilda (Pokémon)

Ice Climbers (Ice Climber)

Ike (Fire Emblem)

Inkling (Splatoon)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

Issac (Golden Sun)

Jimmy T (Warioware)

K.K. Slider (Animal Crossing)

Karate Joe (Rhythm Heaven)

Kumatora (Mother)

Kyle Hyde (Hotel Dusk)

Lakitu (Mario)

Laxi (Dragalia Lost)

Laxitu (Mario)

Leif Fire Emblem

Lillie (Pokemon)

Link (Legend of Zelda) Twilight princess

Link Legend of Zelda Wind Waker

Lip Panel de Pon

Little Mac (Punch-Out)

Lola Pop ARMS

Lora (Xenoblade)

Louie Pikmin

Luca (Dragalia Lost)

Lucario (Pokemon)

Lucas (Mother)

Lucina (Fire Emblem)

Luigi (Mario)

Lyn (Fire Emblem)

Lysithea (Fire Emblem)

Mac (Animal Crossing)

Mallow (Super Mario RPG)

Mallow Pokemon

Marie (Splatoon)

Marina (Splatoon)

Mario (Mario)

Marth (Fire Emblem)

Mascula (Dragalia Lost)

Matt (Wii Sports)

Matthew (Xenoblade)

Melia (Xenoblade)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Midgardsomer (Dragalia Lost)

Midna (Legend of Zelda)

Mii (Mii)

Min Min (ARMS)

Mineru (Legend of Zelda)

Mio (Xenoblade)

Mipha (Legend of Zelda)

Mona (Warioware)

Morgan Fire Emblem (Awakening)

Mr Grizz (Splatoon)

Mr. Game & Watch (Game & Watch)

Mym (Dragalia Lost)

Mythra (Xenoblade)

N (Pokemon)

Nedrick Dragalia Lost

Nemona (Pokemon)

Ness (Mother)

Nia (Xenoblade)

Ninten (Mother)

Ninten (Earthbound)

Noah (Xenoblade)

Notte (Dragalia Lost)

Oatchi (Pikmin)

Ogerpon (Pokemon)

Olimar (Pikmin)

Peach (Mario)

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon)

Penn The legendary of Zelda tears of the kingdom

Penny (Pokemon)

Penny Crygor WarioWare

Pikachu (Pokemon)

Pikmin (Pikmin)

Pit (Kid Icarus)

Porky Mother

Purrah (Legend of Zelda)

Pyra (Xenoblade)

Queen Sonia (Legend of Zelda)

Ranzel (Dragalia Lost)

Rauru (Legend of Zelda)

Ravali (Legend of Zelda)

Red (Pokemon)

Reveli (Legend of Zelda)

Rex (Xenoblade)

Riju (Legend of Zelda)

ROB (Stack Up and Gyromite)

Robin (Fire Emblem)

Rosalina (Mario)

Roy (Fire Emblem)

sablé prince (The Frog For Whom the Bell Tolls)

Sami (Advance Wars)

Samus Aran (Metroid)

Seliph Fire Emblem

Shiver (Splatoon)

Shulk (Xenoblade)

Shy Guy (Mario)

Sidon (Legend of Zelda)

Sigurd Fire Emblem

Soren Fire Emblem

Squirtle Family (Pokemon)

Star Man Pro Wrestling

Starfy (The Legendary Starfy)

Stitches (Animal Crossing)

Takamaru (The Mysterious Murasame Castle)

Taranza (Kirby)

Teba (Legend of Zelda)

tetra (Legend of Zelda)

the president of hocotate freight (Pikmin)

Tia Animal crossing

Timerra Fire Emblem

Toadette Super Mario

Toadsworth Mario

Tom Nook (Animal Crossing)

Tulin (Legend of Zelda)

Twink (Paper Mario)

Urbossa (Legend of Zelda)

Vaati (Legend of Zelda)

Villager (Legend of Zelda)

Vivian (Paper Mario)

Waluigi (Mario Sports)

Wario (Warioware and Warioland)

Water wraith Pikmin

Yoshi (Yoshi's Island)

Yubono (Legend of Zelda)

Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Breath of the Wild

Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Skyward Sword

Zena (Dragalia Lost)

Zenethia (Dragalia Lost)

Shout Outs:

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@clash-of-the-wizards @mermaidbracket @mad-scientist-showdown

[usaigi]

Modern Blue Lions headcanons

Dimitri

Has difficulties with fine motor skills following the car accident that killed his family and Glenn. Has to use accommodating tools like specific silverware and a laptop to take notes in class. Kids used to be jealous that he got use a laptop in class but he just wanted to be normal

Regular member of his school GSA but everyone assume he's just a straight ally because look at him. Look at his hair. He's straight. His classmates don't discover he's actually bi until a week before graduation when they see him kiss Felix

Also a regular member of the BIPOC solidarity club. Dimitri, Dorothea, Ashe and Constance are the token white allies.

(mental health spiraling) "haha puberty/hormones :) No need to discuss these new symptoms with anyone, it's just normal teenager things" (it is not normal teenage things)

Annette

banned from home ec after starting a fire while making a salad... She's was trying to make homemade croutons...

girl ADHD :)

she got a B on a chem test one and cried about it for 2 days straight

"Maybe if I get all A and get this many awards and get this many scholarships, my dad will love me :)" (girl.. :( )

Frenemies with Lysithea. They're buddies until it's time for exams. Then it's war. There can only be one valedictorian. (death note's "I'll take a potato chip and eat it" songs plays in the background)

Olivia Rodrigo stan

Sylvain

Hasn't said "okay i'm sorry that I looked at Mrs Riley and lightly grazed her left tit" but has said that exact same thing

friend with a car. "yeah we can all fit into my Audi; Annette and Ashe are tiny, just squeeze in and pretend you like each other. We can stick Felix in the trunk" "I'll kill you."

He's in Lacross AND theatre. Ice hockey AND Ice dancing and figure skating. He can do both, he's bisexual

Has to pick between a major sport game and his theatre show. His dad wants him to follow his dream and do the game but Sylvain is getting ready to tell him "no dad i'm giving up your dream." He backs out. He goes to the game.

"You got a perfect score on the college entrance exams?" "Why is it hard?" (he studied so much)

Ingrid

"Gay people are real??? They don't just exist in San Francisco and on Glee???" /gen confusion. Not in a homophobic way, she's just raised in a conservative environment and instead of going on the internet, she hangs out with her horses (Just wait till she finds out about trans people)

When her family was going through a particularly hard financial time, her friends started packing extra lunch. They all know she doesn't accept handouts but Ingrid will never say no to leftovers.

So chronically offline. Who's Billie Eilish? What's Succession? What is Rizz?? They're making another Spider-Man movie!?

Dedue

Vice-president of the BIPOC solidarity club. The school gives them club money and he uses it to make food for the members.

"..." "Go on" "Down with... gringo?" *Claude, Petra, Felix, Cyril, Hapi, Constance, Dimitri, Ashe and Dorothea all clap*

Football/Basketball/Hockey couches keep trying to recruit him. He just wants to garden.

(Tw racism and ref to violence to poc men) "I don't want to antagonist white people. As a large brown man, I'm already perceived as a threat." "That's ok! Your safety comes first. I got this," Dorothea says as she throws eggs at someone's car with a confederate flag.

Mercedes

"I'm joining the war on liberation theology on the side of liberation theology."

"Mercedes! Can you explain your tardiness?" "Forgive me, professor, I was at morning mass." (She was. But she's late because she stop to smoke a blunt.)

In her most angelic, big sister voice, "fuck TradCaths 😊"

Somehow still failing her religious studies class

(tw cults and implied anti semitic conspiracy) Raised in a religious cult where her step dad was the leader until she and her mom escaped. Because of this, did not know Jewish people were real. "I knew they were people in the bible but all I knew was [redact]" (Don't worry, she knows better now that she's not in a literal cult)

Felix

"I fucking hate my dad" "why? Is it cause he didn't accept you being queer/trans?" "No, he was cool with that. He's just fucking annoying."

"Ingrid, what the hell, I'm literally trans. You know this. We've been friends since we were in diapers." "Oh. I forgot." "YOU FORGOT!?"

Wasian. (tw sui joke) @ Dimitri and Sylvain "stop joking about killing yourself--you're appropriating my culture, assholes."

Secret Olivia Rodrigo fan. He only listens to her music on youtube + incognito mode. Only Annette knows. Annette manages to get them concert tickets were they run into Lysithea.

Ashe

Spider-Man stan on main. Somehow he convinces Dedue to be his Ned Leeds to his Peter Parker for Halloween

He knows Ingrid would like the MCU if she watched it, but she's scared of needing to watch 10000 movies

*slaps Ashe's back* You can pack so much anxiety in this guy

Started school in the middle of the year because he's a foster kid. Rumors started spread about him being a harden criminal because he went to juvie. He keeps tries to correct them and say he's never been but Caspar keeps fueling the rumors

"Caspar! Stop telling people I went to juvie! That never happened!" "...You... lied to me? :(" "You made it up!" "Oooh. Right."

[most-screwed-by-writers-tourney]

Tentative list of characters!

1. Siyun Baek, Dreaming Freedom:

2. Juhyeon, Dreaming Freedom:

3. Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady:

4. “hikaru" from the summer hikaru died.

5. komaeda, danganronpa:

6. Dagmar from Disenchantment -

7. Zylith, Freaking Romance:

8. Morae Baek, I Don’t Want This Kind of Hero:

9. Fiona Frost, Spy X Family:

10. Der Tod, Elisabeth:

11. Ijin Yu. Teenage Mercenary.

12. Fu Shenxing, Who is the Prey:

13. Cutthroat from Akudama Drive:

14. Damon Gant from Ace Attorney:

15. godot from ace attorney.

16. Atsushi Nakajima from Bungo Stray Dogs.

17. Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul.

18. Hidan from naruto!

19. Nagisa Kaworu from Neon Genesis Evangelion.

20. Joshua Kiryu from The World Ends With You,

21. Tomura Shigaraki, BNHA,

22. Qifrey from Witch Hat Atelier

23. Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen

24. Killua Zoldyck from Hunter X Hunter

25. Nikolai Gogol from Bungou Stray Dogs

26. Akio Ohtori from Revolutionary Girl Utena:

27. Some Rabbid from Rayman Raving Rabbids.

28. Tooru Mutsuki from Tokyo Ghoul.

29. Hoshiumi Kourai, Haikyuu

30. Allegro from Vampire in the Garden.

31. Pina, Beastars.

32. Henry from Fire Emblem.

33. Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII series.

34. Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem.

35. Divus Crewel from Twisted Wonderland.

36. Sky Kids from Sky: Children of the Light.

37. Charlotte Wiltshire from Hello Charlotte (video game series)

38. Kim Namwoon from omniscient reader's viewpoint,

39. Mammon Obey Me!

40. Quercus Alba from Ace Attorney Investigations.

41. Kyubey from Madoka Magica:

42. Shinya Banba from Akuma no Riddle:

43. Yukako Yamagishi from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable.

44. Enrico Pucci from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean.

45. Sukone Tei, VIPPERloid.

46. Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale,

47. Lysithea von Ordelia from fire emblem three houses.

48. Ursula - The Little Mermaid -

49. Shogo Makishima from PSYCHOPASS.

50. Enoch Drebber from The Great Ace Attorney 2.

51. Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket:

52. Yashiro nene

53. Muraki Kazukata (Yami no Matsuei/Descendants of Darkness)

54. Brook (I’m the Grim Reaper)

55. Dr Frost

56. Reinhart (I Failed To Oust the Villain)

57. The Sandman from The Sandman (Uri/RPGMaker).

58. Sal (Wadanohara)

59. Kanna kamui from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid.

60. Ice King from Adventure Time.

61. Jiraiya from Naruto.

62. Dash X from Eerie Indiana:

63. griffith of berserk.

64. Noi, Dorohedoro

[malsfefanfics]

Felix and Lysithea?

Let's do this.

It felt like hours. Watching her poking at the dense lump on her plate. Felix had promised her that upon her return from visiting Derdriu, he'd have mastered at least one recipe. A single cake. He wasn't a bad cook, but he wasn't exactly a good one either. 'Serviceable' was most likely the most appropriate word. Regardless of his skills, however, he was sure that he'd manage something with only four ingredients.

And yet, the pound cake was a beast far more demonic than one he could strike down with a blade. First attempt was burnt beyond recognition. Second was a crumbling mess. Third was as dry and hard as stone. He had to take a break after attempt number ten, so as not to rob the entire territory of the basics.

This cake was attempt number eleven. A little burnt, and he'd forgotten to properly grease the mold before putting it into the oven. He'd hoped the icing would be enough to hide any imperfections.

Lysithea slowly took a bite. Then another. Each one a little faster than the last. And soon she was reaching to cut herself another piece.

"So....how is it?" Felix asked slowly. “Do you like it?”

"It's wonderful!" she answered cheerfully. "A little overcooked on the outside, but still really moist and sweet! And the icing is perfectly covering the top."

"And that's....good?"

She nodded, shoving a few more pieces into her mouth. "Absolutely! A balance of icing to cake is actually a lot more difficult to master than people reali- cough!"

"Hey, take it easy! Don't eat so fast!" Felix gently pat her back, passing her a cup of milk tea.

Lysithea took a swig, letting out a sigh as she regained her breath. "Sorry. It's just so tasty." She held up her fork, offering him a piece. "Knowing you, you haven't tried it yet. Go ahead!"

Trying to ignore the burning sensation in his cheeks, Felix took a bite.

"Well?"

"It's...not bad, I guess," he admitted. "A little too sweet for my tastes, but...I'd have it again. I think I can do better next time."

Lysithea smiled. "I'm glad there will be a next time."

[three-duck-houses]

In FE3H Hanneman and Alois' support chain is about how Hanneman thinks the ability to do magic is potentially tied to whether or not a person has a crest/crest blood in them

It made me wonder so I just had a look at the list of spells people can learn, and it's pretty interesting

For clarity, I said all the fire/thunder/ice/wind spells were reason/black and anything with a Greek letter was dark

Of the 14 non-crested people:

7 can only learn 5 spells (Caspar, Petra, Ashe, Raphael, Cyril, Alois, Gilbert)

1 can learn 6 (Dedue)

3 can learn 7 (Ignatz, Leonie, Shamir)

3 can learn 8 (Hubert, Dorothea, Manuela)

For the 26 crested people:

4 people learn 10 spells (Linhardt, Lysithea, Constance, Hapi)

5 people learn 9 (Mercedes, Marianne, Hanneman, Flayn, Yuri)

7 people learn 8 (Edelgard, Ferdinand, Bernadetta, Annette, Sylvain, Claude, Lorenz)

5 people learn 7 (Ingrid, Rhea, Seteth, Balthus, Anna)

5 people learn 6 (Dimitri, Felix, Hilda, Catherine, Jeritza)

I added in a line to take into account of whether they are major or minor crests, but it doesn't seem to make much difference overall I don't think?

So the lowest number of spells is the non-crested 5 against crested 6, and the highest number is the crested 10 against non-crested 8, which tracks pretty well with Hanneman's theory

But that then makes me go back to what started me on this little investigation, of wondering if magic is done completely differently outside of Fodlan, considering that Morfis is the metropolis of magic and it's extremely unlikely that the people living there all have the same sort of crests/crest blood as people in Fodlan do.

Unless Morfis only became the magic capital after a bunch of Nabatean's moved there to get away from everything happening in Fodlan...?

What do you think @nerdnag?

[princeofopenness]

For Alfonse, the notion of hunting down a beast was a quandary he wasn't entirely prepared to solve. He knew well of Fódlan's divine beasts, but hunting them down wantonly... he wasn't entirely prepared to take that step. He had never seen a Fódlan that found a way to revert the transformation, but he wasn't willing to rule out the possibility of doing so. He wouldn't have a hand in it, though. Not outside of any that actually made it into Askr, and at present, that didn't seem to be something he needed to worry about.

From Alfonse's outsider perspective, crest stones and dragonstones seemed as though they could hold significant similarities; both held immense, innate magical power tied to the blood of the dragon associated with it. Sure, dragonstones weren't a part of their owner's body (...usually), but it didn't seem out of the question for there to be parallels worth exploring. Divine beasts, therefore, presented quite the ethical dilemma for him, as the potential for snuffing out a life that could possibly be saved was one he didn't find himself too keen on. The exact nature of the creature they were hunting remained elusive to him at present, however. For all he knew, it could be on the order of Magvel's man-eating spiders (or worse), and thus eradication may not be unwarranted.

This, however, was a new issue entirely. The hum of an insectoid automaton flitting to and fro created a constant reminder that there was another party involved in this hunt. In fact, it made him quite uneasy, as he hadn't yet had the chance to inspect their design, but at a glance they were reminiscent of the sort of tool Eitri would have created. Imagining that she may have infiltrated this world as well was an unpleasant thought. The way it responded to commands, too, left him uncertain of how to feel; it was almost too smart, like it understood everything completely and wasn't just trained or programmed to act in a specific way.

"...Lysithea, do you-- these little... bugs," Alfonse inquired, gesturing to the automaton flitting about in the air, "do you have any sense for what they are? I'm not particularly in tune with magics myself, so I'm unsure if what I ask is ridiculous, but do they... feel magical? I'm... trying to figure out if it's just a tool or if there's something more to these little things."

That was to say nothing of their quarry. He knew they'd have to broach that topic sooner or later. This was just a sort of social scouting-- her feelings on the bug could suggest what he might expect about her knowledge of divine beasts.

Wired Bugs

Lance +1 || kinsect @tomestudyholic

[gascon-en-exil]

2, 3, 8, 25 for Hubert?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That he's a murderer, and a patricide at that.

In past FEs and especially in Genealogy, voluntary kinslaying is presented as pretty much the worst crime you can commit, and a shorthand indicating that a character is an irredeemable monster who needs to die (ex. Chagall, Andrey). There are multiple conversations to that effect in FE4, and it crops up in a few other games as well; it's why the big Gaiden/Echoes twist is meant to hit as hard as it does, or why Ashnard has zero redeeming qualities when his backstory essentially amounts to "removing" his entire family.

And meanwhile Hubert's over here casually killing his father offscreen in two separate continuities for no greater reason than political expedience, and sometimes even getting away with it. Koei-Tecmo doesn't appear to place the same moral weight on kinslaying, since Dimitri, Claude, and...Ferdinand all perform such an act onscreen in Hopes (hmm, I wonder if the reason Edelgard is the only house leader excluded here has anything to do with the topic of my latest video...?), but I don't think that detracts from Hubert committing Obvious Villain Act #1 and giving not one single solitary fuck about it.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Mostly his Lysithea supports in Hopes, which try to spin him as loving his mother and younger sister in spite of the aforementioned gleeful kinslaying. You can't tell me he wouldn't murder his other relatives if he believed they somehow posed a threat to Edelgard's reign. Like a few of his other Hopes supports, it's a conspicuously cutesy spin on a character who otherwise escapes the generally ridiculous ways that the writing of both games attempts to make Edelgard and Jeritza sympathetic. (She draws pictures of her teacher! He likes kittens and ice cream!)

8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Related to the above, any attempt at softening Hubert. He's a calculating, ruthless murderer who would do literally anything if he thought it would further Edelgard's rule even if it's behind her back or she expressly forbids it, because he - in that standard incel vein - thinks he knows what a woman wants better than she does. That characterization has the potential for so much black comedy, especially when thrown up against the guileless and indefatigable Ferdinand.

Why anyone would want to throw that away and replace it with an angsty emo who's not really a bad guy once you get to know him is beyond me. If you want an angsty guy with a massive guilt complex, Dimitri's right there and even gayer.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

When we first got his character intro in spring 2019: "He looks like Iago. He's going to push Edelgard into evil, or betray her halfway through the story...but still be playable, probably?"

Now, he's every bit as ugly and evil as I expected, and then some. Carries the constantly-faltering tone of Crimson Flower on his bony shoulders, a badass dark mage and a playable patricide, and to top it all off he's bisexual in a way that none of the bi-for-Byleth options can even touch, and unlike Dimitri fandom at large has turned Ferdibert into his most popular ship. One of the mostly unexpectedly good characters to have come out of FE16, considering that at the end of the day he still pretty much is "but what if we made Iago playable?"

[foxghosthoard]

for day 3 of @mogai-headcanons's 5 year anniversary event! today's prompt is ace / aro / aspec, so here are a bunch of my headcanons!

acespec: annette (fe3h), calliope (homestuck), chara (undertale), eleven (stranger things), jiang cheng (mdzs), liara (mass effect), luna (zero escape), lysithea (fe3h), thalia grace (pjo), & amity blight (the owl house)

aroacespec: aradia megido (homestuck), bakugou katsuki (bnha), frisk (undertale), sarah (still life with tornado), kaz brekker (six of crows), gaara (naruto), lilith clawthorne (the owl house), katniss everdeen (the hunger games), wen ning (mdzs), & mordin (mass effect)

arospec: arya stark (a song of ice and fire), kris dreemurr (deltarune), ashido mina (bnha), dusa (hades), nie huaisang (mdzs), neji hyuga (naruto), hobie brown (spiderverse), jason todd (dc), june egbert (homestuck, design by @kittokattx), & power (chainsaw man)

[spinnerofhope]

Welcome to Sir Donald's, where the customer is always right, and it is YOUR very first day on the job! At Sir Donald's, we pride ourselves on providing our busy customers with food that they can easily take on the go, and it is up to YOU the precious employee to provide them that quick service they need. We understand that this may be a tad difficult with our recent severe understaffing problems, but in this fast-paced environment, we believe in our employees' ability to rise to these kinds of challenges and soar above them! (OR ELSE) [Grants Authority +1]

"..." Ena stares blankly back as the customer before her glares at her. ... Was he unsatisfied? It was not like she cooked the food. She just took the orders. She had nothing to do with the kitchen in the slightest.

So why was he yelling at her?

"... I explained before," She says calmly, "I didn't cook your food. Therefore... I have nothing to do with why you think it tastes bad. ...Please take your complaints up with the correct parties."

He does not seem pleased with this answer. Instead, he slams his hand down on the counter in anger. Ena startles slightly, more surprised by the sudden loud sound by the act of anger itself, "By the goddess, can you even hear?! I said I want a refund! You can't just shovel garbage into my mouth and expect me to be content with my meal!"

"... Why would I give you a refund? It is not my fault you are unhappy with your order..." Ena clears his throat quietly, looking around the restaurant for any coworker who may be able to help her, "... The employee handbook states I will have to remove any unruly customers. If you do not calm down... you will leave me with no choice."

@tomestudyholic lysithea help

Would You Like the Apples or the Bees Sir?

Anniversary | Authority +1

[merryfortune]

Every Rose Has Its Thorns

Written for the 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt :#59 Rose

Title: Every Rose Has Its Thorns

Ship: Dorothea/Manuela 

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Word Count: 3,690

Rating: T

Tags: Student/Teacher Relationship, Age Difference, Crushes, Unrequited Pining, Kissing, Academy Phase, Crimson Flowers

   The assignment was deceptively simple, Dorothea realised now in horror.

   Professor Byleth had assigned the class a task to teach them magic - and to teach them to appreciate how beautiful and complex magic was at all. How enchantment worked and how with just a flick of a wrist, they controlled the elements. Of which, when it came to magic, regardless of it it followed the convention of Reason or Faith, there were obvious elemental types belonging to either category. Those elements being ice, light, dark, wind, fire, and thunder.

   However, there was also the oft ignored type of anima. 

   Anima was just there, or so Professor Byleth described. Anima was the rhythm of the natural world like the seasons, or the beauty of the moon and the sound of waterfalls. Anima was the name given to the little gifts from the Goddess, or so the religious amongst them would say but since Professor Byleth was very much, not that led to the assignment.

   Professor Byleth asked the class if they could tap into the mundane anima that they saw within the world and create a new spell from it. 

   The spell didn’t have to be something like Meteor, Professor Byleth said and so gave the example of simply learning how to enchant a teacup so its contents would never grow lukewarm. Discussion throughout the classroom also yielded some ideas in vein of what Professor Byleth was trying to convey.

   Lindhardt came up with an idea of a pillow which was always cold. Ferdinand wondered if it were possible to lead a horse to water using this form magic. And Bernie wondered if she could use it to make a form of invisible ink. Professor Byleth applauded all their creativity and said that the homework would no doubt be a delight to mark at the end of the month.

   With all that as inspiration, Dorothea came up with her own idea: she would create a spell which would manipulate when roses bloomed. Seemed easy enough.

  (Wrong)

   She felt drawn to the idea of utilising anima magic and since she was never too far from the rose gardens, of course the fancy tickled. So tada. With a little bit of elbow grease and borrowing some recommendations from the bookworms in the other classes - namely Lysithea and Annette - Dorothea was well on her way to crafting her spell.

   It took her three weeks of research but she did it.

   She dubbed the resulting spell “Virgo” and upon testing it, it worked.

   In the privacy of her room in the dormitories, Dorothea had her set-up ready. She had a vase slender enough to fit only one rose and Dorothea had selected the most premature rose she could find from amongst the bushes. A rosebud days old and shy, the colouration of the petals was a scant peach. Dorothea was certain that with her spell, this rose would bloom and darken in colour.

   Only one way to find out.

   With the assignment due next week, Dorothea was nervous. She really didn’t have the time to scrap this project and start over if it was a failure. She sat in her seat, straight-backed and exhaled nervously. She concentrated on the rose then spoke.

   “Virgo.”

   The name of the spell tingled on her lips as excitement followed the sensation. She watched, eyes widening in gleeful disbelief, was the rose began to mature and bloom. The colour deepened to a warm pink as the rosebud opened, flowering, as Dorothea’s heart raced.

   She squealed, lost in her success. 

   Dorothea plucked the rose from the vase and held it close to her breast. She inhaled its divine scent and savoured the softness of its petals as she nuzzled against it. Anyone would be fortunate to receive it as a gift, a perfect specimen of its species, and anyone would be fortunate to receive it as a gift from Dorothea.

   Though she had no illusions of getting lost in the fleeting reverie.

   Her crush was ill-advised though it would be a dream, nonetheless, to gift that person with roses. The Goddess knows she deserved them and every accolade. In her youth, she was showered with roses in endless flurries at the end of her awe-inducing shows. She would have received plenty of bouquets in her time and so, another rose from an adoring fan would not be special - even if that fan was Dorothea.

   Her feelings would always be cut short and dismissed, Dorothea was well aware.

   Yes, that person Dorothea was thinking of as she held this rose was none other than Manuela Casagranda.

   Dorothea sighed dreamily as she indulged this peculiar and romantic reverie. One in which she was the heroine and Manuela was her love interest, how she had admired her from afar and did her best to blossom into a young woman befitting the diva’s legacy. She was the next generation but she did not believe that the emblem of the near past, of fame and glory turned dulled, could slip through her fingers so quickly. 

   To her, Manuela was very much still in her prime and if only Dorothea could convince her of her worth and beauty that she had at present, not just her glorious and illustrious past. 

   Perhaps a rose would suffice. More likely than not, it would not.

   Dorothea opened her eyes and she inhaled that lovely smell of a fully bloomed rose. Her skin prickled as she had more than just a heart palpitation of the sensations of her crush. She, akin to the rose she was holding, became adorned with thorns.

   Small, tiny thorns, over and up and around her slender arms.

   Dorothea squeaked in horror as she felt it, how they rose from her skin not that differently to hair. She dropped the rose in her fright as she tried to fathom how such a thing could occur, the green-black, hooked pricks of what were undeniably thorns. 

   Her eyes went wide and her heart raced. Dorothea tried to pluck them off herself but they were too sharp. A pearl of blood welled up, round and shiny, on her pointer finger and her heart stopped. That was more than enough to send her into a fit over this.

   Having just pricked from merely attempting a removal of these vile thorns from off her flesh, Dorothea desperately looked around, the rose on the cobblestone pavers of her floor utterly forgotten. Even trampled as she tried to find gloves, tweezers, shears, anything! Surely she had something stashed in her room to help.

   A frantic search did, in fact, yield tweezers.

   Her fingers went fuzzily numb as she carefully removed the thorns one by one from off her arm. There were dozens of them and she collected them on her table, a bead of sweat on her brow as she prayed to the Goddess that this was one time deal. A self-inflicted curse, a fluke, anything. 

   She stared at her pile of now removed thorns. The sight of them disgusted her. Thus, she was quick to get rid of them and throw herself at study. There had to be a way to fix this, even so close to her assignment.

   She didn’t care what it took. Just long as it got her top marks in her assignment. 

   There was no turning back to close to the due date, after all.

   She became convinced that she hadn’t studied properly. That she had missed something. That the manifestation and enchantment had been off somehow. It was just meant to be a small, simple thing but she became so reviled by it, she had to fix it immediately.

   After all, once was an accident and twice was a pattern, isn’t that how it went? Dorothea wasn’t too sure, she wasn’t some scientist like Hanneman or any of the proteges who took after him but she did try again after hitting the books some more. This time, the day before the assignment was due. She tried again and voila.

   No thorns.

   Just a pretty flower where there had been a bud before.

   Crisis averted.

   Or so Dorothea thought.

   Pre-class nerves had Dorothea jittering. Even though she was no stranger to stage fright, this was something else since she had the mixed results from her experiment in the back of her mind. But she was determined - convinced - the second attempt was the real one, not the first one. Nevertheless, she spoke stiltedly through polite small talk with her fellow students as they waited one by one for Professor Byleth to test them. Solo style, just like they would if they were to take a proficiency test to change classes.

   Then Professor Byleth called her name and Dorothea put on her most grandiose smile. She had this. She flicked her hair off her shoulder and forcibly eliminated all nerves from within her.

   “Greetings, Professor.”

   “Dorothea.” Professor Byleth returned her unusually jovial salutations and then arched an eyebrow. “What are you going to present to me for the assignment?”

   “A rose, of course.”

   Dorothea winked at Professor Byleth, who rolled their eyes and simply wrote down “rose” since that was all the information Dorothea had given them so far.

   “Begin when you like.” Professor Byleth told Dorothea once preparations were complete.

   “Thank you, professor.” Dorothea replied and whew.

   She felt nervous again. Even though she was satisfied with her practice. It was fine. It was totally and completely fine. She forcibly shut down thoughts that meandered anywhere near the malfunctions of her spell. She was confident nothing would go wrong as she set up her exhibition.

   Dorothea glanced around the room. The familiar four walls, the boring study materials, the door ajar. She exhaled with confidence as she placed her rose then stepped back.

   She closed her eyes. She visualised the blooming of the red rose, the bud that was swathed tightly in its petals. 

   “Virgo.” Dorothea said and invoked her homebrewed incantation once more.

   For the final time. 

   Thinking that felt good. It emptied her mind and when she opened, the first thing she saw was…

   Manuela.

   She looked past where she had set down her rose in a vase to the hallway. She could only see a snippet of it but she would know that dress anywhere and the accompanying sound of high heels.

   Virgo. Her spell worked but a little too well. The flower bloomed as it should but her arms became spurred with countless, green thorns. She could feel them grow and prick her skin, it was a nauseating feeling, Dorothea thought as she was subject to these horrors once more.

   “Uh, Dorothea…?” Professor Byleth prompted her. “I think it's a good idea if you go see Manuela after class.”

   Dorothea stiffened as she looked over her arms in horror. Sure enough, she had sprouted countless thorns up and down her arms. She could heard the other students outside begin to whisper. Her cheeks burn.

   “And my grade professor?” Dorothea asked, cuttingly, anything to change the subject.

   “Pass. With flying colours, congratulations.” Professor Byleth said. “Now, you are dismissed.”

   “Thank you, professor.” Dorothea said and she could not flee the classroom soon enough.

   She felt embarrassment burn her up from the inside out. Her arms erupted with more spines the more she rotated the awkward moment in which her spell went awry more and more in her mind. She stomped off, in a hurry, down the halls and let her peers speculate.

   She barged into the infirmary with tears in her eyes, “Manuela, I need help.” she announced.

   Manuela could have jumped out of her skin but she was quick to act. She was nothing if not professional when she was alert and sober. Even if she hadn’t been expecting a student. It was fortunate that she had been headed back from a stock re-supply at the markets when she had walked past Professor Byleth’s classroom enroute to her infirmary.

   “With what- oh.” Manuela’s expression went from one extreme, confusion,  to the opposite, of complete benevolence.

   She directed Dorothea to a bed and Dorothea accepted. It looked soft and like the perfect place to sulk whilst Manuela got ready to treat her patient. Thorns! How very unusual yet quite fitting for a splendid rose like Dorothea, how very curious.

   And just one in quite a lot string of incidents, actually.

   Manuela sighed as she fussed around, “I’m not surprised to see you in my infirmary, Dorothea. Seems a lot of the Black Eagles have made it into my midsts as of late. I’ll have to have a word with Professor Byleth about this assignment…”

   “Y-Yeah…” Dorothea quietly agreed, chewing on the syllables of her slang.

   She felt like a child. A silly, stupid child and she hated it. She tucked her knees under her chin as she sat in the bed, upright in the foetal position, back to the wall. Her arms were taut as she hugged herself, the spines of the thorns on prominent display as her skin prickled around them in embarrassment.

   “I’ve seen Caspar, Ferdinand, Linhardt, and even Bernadetta recently.” Manuela nattered. “So, suffice to say, this experiment is a failure.”

   She continued to busy herself with choosing ingredients for the salve she wanted to make. Dorothea watched, her cheeks hot. This was not where she wanted to be right now. She’d had her fair share of doctor-patient fantasies involving Manuela and they most certainly did not involve being in actual pain.

   “There we go, not long now, I’m almost ready, thank you for your patience, Dorothea.” Manuela said as she began to grind something into a paste using her mortar and pestle.

   “No problem.” Dorothea replied through gritted teeth. She winced every time there was a loud sound.

   Manuela turned around and tada. She had a freshly made… something. Dorothea couldn’t begin to identify it - eye of newt, perhaps? - but it smelt foul and had to be applied directly to her arms, that much was for sure.

   “It’ll only sting a bit.” Manuela lied.

   Dorothea hazarded a smile and allowed herself to be painted with the goop. She opened up, sat properly on the bed rather than like a petulant egg then offered her arm up to Manuela. She was at the ready with a brush as she held the mortar in her other hand.

   Inside the mortar was the salve. It was somewhere between grey and green in colour with a crunchy look to it. Manuela gave it a final swish with her brush and then applied it to Dorothea. It was cold the way peppermint was cold, with a spicy twinge beneath that frozen snap. It left a burning after-effect in its downward wake as Manuela painted her but Dorothea didn’t complain. She had experienced worse than a little sting.

   “You're handling this well.” Manuela observed and she glanced up at Dorothea who bore the stormy pout of an adolescent younger than she was. Manuela sighed. “Which leads me to believe that this is not your first time discovering this side effect of your spell.”

   There was a pause before Dorothea finally nodded and admitted, “Yes, this isn’t the first time.”

   “I thought so.” Manuela replied, understanding. Her brushwork was immaculate, swooping in and out around the various thorns.

   “Plucking them out didn’t work, quite clearly.” Dorothea cursed herself.

   “It happens.” Manuela consoled her. “Did you at least get a good grade, was it worth it?”

   “I did actually.” Dorothea replied, perking up slightly. Though that only answered half of Manuela’s question.

   Manuela hummed thoughtfully and Dorothea let her finish. 

   She used up all the paste that she had made. She used half of it on Dorothea’s first arm and the other half on the second. Manuela was delicate as she made sure that not an inch of Dorothea’s skin was bare by the end of it. Though the paste did dry in and magically disappear afterwards, taking the thorns with them. The thorns shrivelled up and fell away before disintegrating.

   “There we go.” Manuela said at the end of a job well done.

   It had even begun to put a smile on Dorothea’s lips again, “Thank you, Manuela.”

   “You're welcome.” Manuela replied.

   Dorothea flashed a smile and she began to get restless. She had been fondled up and down her arms by Manuela for the past half an hour or so, and she was still feeling overly dramatic over the error of her spell so she was ready to go. She tried to get up but Manuela reached out and stopped her. Gently. So that her fingers slipped over Dorothea’s smooth, dinless arms. Neither hair nor thorn on them, now.

   Just the crinkle of the paste.

   “Hold it, missy.” Manuela warned her.

   “What?” Dorothea asked.

   Manuela frowned, “Don’t sass me.” she scolded Dorothea. “My word, something has gotten into you today. I suspect it's more than just your homework.”

   “Sorry…” Dorothea mumbled.

   “I need to know for future reference, should another student’s spell go awry like this… What was the trigger?” Manuela asked. “I can take a few educated guesses but I would like to confirm my hunch.”

   Dorothea felt a flicker of lightning through her: the retribution of the Goddess, she would think. It made her stiffen and her heart stop. And Manuela noticed all of her micro-reactions.

   “Well, you know… The usual stressors.” Dorothea replied, inelegantly dancing around the truth but not outright lying.

   “Uh-huh…” Manuela chewed on her reply.

   “Roses are, of course, quite symbolically loaded.” Dorothea replied. 

   Manuela’s brown eyes were discerning. Her countenance turned severe. She was always in opposition of Dorothea as a figure of authority and yet, that’s what Dorothea found attractive. Right up until she was reminded that she was just a subject below Manuela, feelings entirely one-sided. Her mouth dried and she absent-mindedly scratched her arms, still feeling where the paste was and where the thorns had once grown.

   She could almost feel them grow once more but Manuela’s balm was too good for her. She was cured now.

   “It might be that thinking about a certain someone… The ideas get crossed and the spell backfires.” Dorothea explained.

   Her voice trailed off and Manuela’s expression softened. She smiled, delighted. Though delighted like only a gossip could be delighted.

   “Well?” Manuela asked. “Who’s the lucky guy?” Then she blinked, embarrassed because she had put her foot in her mouth. “Or… girl. I know you are, uh, inclined both ways.”

   Dorothea felt her stomach squirm and her palms sweat. This was not how she had imagined this moment going. Sure, it happened in the infirmary sometimes in her daydreams and other times, it did involve plentiful amounts of roses but this reality was far too awkward and flat.

   Yet confess was exactly what she did.

   “You.” Dorothea murmured.

   “Uh… pardon?” Manuela malfunctioned. “Come again?”

   “I said. You.” Dorothea kept her voice down but her repetition was louder than a murmur.

   Repeating her confession out loud, however, still did not compute with Manuela as Dorothea found herself blushing rose red. Her heart was beating hard and fast, like she had just completed a solo for an audience of a thousand and yet. It was just Manuela who was somewhere between refusing to listen and refusing to believe that it were possible for someone like Dorothea to hold a candle for her.

   But it was.

   It really was.

   Dorothea admired Manuela with all her heart and soul. Her beautiful voice, her quaffed hair, her angular cheekbones, the way she felt like home no matter the scene or stage, whether it was the opera or the academy or the infirmary. She truly meant the world and more to Dorothea. How was she to not fall in love with such a woman, a force of nature if only she could see?

   “Please.” Dorothea insisted with eyes which were welling up with tears.

   “I know.” Manuela sighed wearily. “I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been there, done that. Pined for someone older than me and trust me, my sweet, it is a path that doesn’t end well for either of them.”

   She reached out her hand and caressed Dorothea’s face. She felt sparks in the pads of Manuela’s fingertips. She was so soft and gentle and ultimately, bittersweet. As was the expression which tugged on Manuela’s made-up face. Dorothea remained pleading and petulant, however, resistant to the wisdom that Manuela felt and was trying to bestow upon her as the closest reward she could get for bravely confessing her feelings.

   “I’m sorry,” Manuela told her, “I don’t feel the same way but just know, you would be good fortune to anyone to have, rich or poor, old or young, male or female. Please, my dear, keep looking, you will find someone who deserves you.”

   Manuela leaned in and pressed a familial kiss onto the middle of Dorothea’s forehead. Through her lips and lipstick, Manuela could feel the throb of Dorothea’s pulse and practically taste all the thoughts running through her head. She held Dorothea’s face steady.

  “I understand, Professor.” Dorothea replied brusquely, her heart broken.

   “I’m glad,” Manuela whispered as she pulled back, she felt a ribbon of Dorothea’s tears slide down over her hand as she cupped Dorothea’s cheek, “now be good, stay out of mischief, and keep on top of your studies. I don’t want to see any more thorns marring you.”

   “Understood.” Dorothea said.

   She shifted and squirmed, and Manuela kept her hand in place until Dorothea finally slipped away. The warmth of her was fleeting, turning to cold. Even Dorothea could feel the ice that she was exuding and as she stood up, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms.  As though she, too, were cold. Her bare arms felt cakey underneath her palms but it was just the after sensation. The paste that it had absorbed yet smooth as no longer was she prickly with thorns.

   “See you later, Dorothea.” Manuela called out to her as she began to leave.

   Dorothea turned around, at least briefly, to nod in acknowledgement of Manuela telling her goodbye but that was it. She excused herself wordlessly, feeling like a trampled rose.