#Grima: other than yours. yes.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Éomer sits on the edge of whether or not he should inquire. Decides to push himself off into his choice: ‘What is it?’ ‘My lord?’ ‘What are you thinking over? It’s something to do with…we need a name for him [Saruman].’ ‘The Collector,’ Gríma says far too swiftly for Éomer’s liking. ‘He collects things. Keeps them in cabinets that line the walls of this one room…Specimens—insects pinned to boards, birds, also jars with preserved animals, body parts. All meticulously labelled—’ ‘And this is the man you thought to follow?’ ‘It’s a study, Éomer. Have you never wondered how something works? Take apart an animal to see what goes where inside of it? How some deaths are caused by things unseen to the naked eye? Have you never wondered?’ ‘Not about that.’ ‘Whatever it is you have wondered about, there is likely an answer to it in Orthanc. The books he has, a tremendous number. More than any one man could read in a lifetime.’ ‘Is there an answer to that time the sun disappeared?’ Éomer asks, harsher than intended. ‘Is there an answer to why some men seem incapable of love while others love too much? Is there an answer to why some children die in their cot and others live to adulthood? Is there an answer to why there is evil in this world? Is there an answer to why there is good? Why is it we all have both inside of us and some are able to do what is right while others struggle?’ Gríma looks at Éomer for the first time since they began this strange, evening conversation. Eyes wide, pools of black ink, lips in a thin line like a suture. Éomer believes he is being weighed. He believes some unknowable calculation is being thought through. [...] ‘Collector,’ Éomer prompts. ‘I dislike it. It makes my skin crawl.’ Gríma lifts an eyebrow, face profile to Éomer for he continues to study the blinking red of the cinders. ‘It makes it seem as if he views everyone and everything as nothing more than objects,’ Éomer continues. ‘Something to use up, discard. Like those specimens you described, but instead of snakes or frogs or what-have-you it is people.’ ‘Sometimes,’ Gríma murmurs. ‘It is sometimes like that.’ Should Éomer ask if Gríma is being literal? ‘What troubles you?’ Éomer tries, instead.   ‘What is this?’ Gríma bites back, but with little heat. ‘Éomer son of Éomund is interested in Wyrmtunga’s well-being?’ ‘I am interested in you remaining well enough to see this through to the end. After that point, I care not what comes of you.’

"I don't care about you beyond this plot we have going together" says Eomer son of Eomund, a lying liar who lies.

also man I love Grima being like "This is very normal!!" about Saruman and Eomer being like "This is not, in fact, normal!! This is, in fact, deranged behaviour!!"

[skele-bunny]

Oh do you have any thoughts about Rain getting bred and it took?

Who is/are the other parent(s), how many kit(s) and what their element(s) is/are?

May I request a fic(let) about it? Much thanks.

Ooo say less! I like to think Clutches can have various parents as each egg can be fertilized by different people or an egg by more than one. SAY LESS!!!!

First Day of School. (No CW) Rain/Everyone

CW - NONE

Tags: Ghoul kit talk, pregnancy talk, baby shenanigans

Characters: Rain, Cirrus, Mountain, Dewdrop, Aether, Lily (kit), Ember (Kit), Orion (Kit), Misc Ghouls.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats !)

Mornings were always chaotic in the den, even moreso after their packmate popped out three small kits. The sounds of squealing and running footsteps kept everyone on their toes, yet provided such a comfortable (sometimes stressed) atmosphere. Today was even more chaotic, half of the pack already left for their daily duties while the rest wrangled little ones around for their first day of school.

"Lily Ira! If you don't get your little butt over here and put your shoes on!" Cirrus' voice echoed, running down the hall just in time for a high pitch shrill to follow. "Gotcha!"

Just as Rain had begun to shuffle through his kit's dresser for Ember's uniform, the door opened to reveal Aether holding Orion by his foot, the little quintessence kit squealing as he swayed side-to-side; waving hello to his mother while his father held an uninterested look.

"Someone," Aether gave a little jiggle to Orion. "Thought it'd be smart to break into daddy's peanut butter stash. So, back to brushing our teeth!"

"Noo!" Orion whined at the realization, being brought back up and pouting against Aether's hold.

Rain let out a small laugh before waving them to the bathroom, Ember still waiting patiently on his lap, pajamas still downed. He yawned, fangs poking out as he did so, rubbing his eyes with a long whine that got Rain's attention. His little one raised his hands and began to talk, just like the others had been taught since they were born.

"Mama, do I really have to go today?"

The water ghoul's hand finally found the uniform that had been pushed to the back, nodding in response. Once he sat down the outfit his hands raised as well.

"Yes, you do. But it's going to be so fun!" Rain smiled. "You're going to make soo many friends, and I know your teacher personally! Sister Oren is a lovely lady."

Ember simply whined again. "Will dad be there?"

"Yes. Your dad just needed to do his morning rounds, but he made sure to have a break in-between just to see you."

That seemed to satisfy enough for the little fire kit, snuggling back against his mama as he was carefully dressed, albeit lazy as Ember had no interest in getting up. With a little bit more hassle with shoes and placing his hair into a small ponytail, Rain grabbed his kit's hand and led them outside where breakfast waited. He took in the scene after helping Ember into his seat, sighing as Lily had kicked off her shoes again and clung to her father's back.

"If padre doesn't have to wear shoes, then I don't wanna' either!" She hissed, wiggling as her mother tried again.

"Your padre is very much wearing shoes today, just like he has multiple other times!" Cirrus replied back, managing to get only a single shoe on before she successfully kicked off the other one. "Girl! Chill out!"

Lily only laughed again, Mountain chuckling as he tried to stay still for his mate to wrangle shoes on for the fifth time that morning while still flipping grilled cheese. Once Cirrus tied Lily's shoes to the point she couldn't kick off, the multi kit simply dead weighted in her mother's arms, groaning and lightly kicking her feet.

"Shoes suck!" She whined.

Cirrus snorted, shaking her head. "There are more important things to argue about, shoes are definitely not top priority."

"Well I think shoes should be optional."

"Let me know if you still stand by that statement when you step on one of your own toys."

Immediately the small pack grimaced, too many times their poor feet received pings of pain from Legos and other sharp toys still strowed about. Rain shivered at the thought, turning as the last kit's chair was filled, Orion going straight to his peanut butter covered banana, looking at his father with a shit eating grin.

"Okay, I give up. He's just gonna smell like peanut butter today." Aether put his hands up in defeat, now going back to reassembling his backpack duty for each kit.

Rain giggled before whistling, catching the kits attentions before he signed again. "Are you guys excited for your first day?"

There was a unanimous shaking of heads, Ember just shrinking down into his chair more.

"Awh, my loves..." He pouted some. "I promise you're going to love it. But Dad is going to be there, so is your uncle Swiss and aunty Sunshine."

"Yes!!" Lily cheered, mouth still full of grilled cheese as she pumped her hand in the air. "I fucking love Aunty Sunny!"

Her parents quickly gave the hardest glare, Lily's eyes widening before covering her mouth. "Sorry..."

Mountain's eye twitched, sighing. "Swiss."

"No cussing in school." Rain quickly added, suddenly praying harder to Lucifer that his daughter didn't get detention on her very first day.

With a few minutes left to spare, bellies full and wiped mouths, Aether helped put on backpacks while Mountain crouched to adjust little hoods and masks. It was a smaller version of the Prequelle masks that didn't cover the horns, hence the hood. They honestly looked like little cultists, and Rain couldn't stop taking pictures. They looked perfect. Ember had found his way on to Aether's shoulder as he kept whining, Orion and Lily running ahead but not too far away as the pack made their way outside to the school.

Fellow children of sin and their parents joined, and every now and then another kit would be carried by with their own. The school house was in a different section of the abbey as it's own building, comfortably sat between the dining hall and hospital with the forest right behind.

But the sight of a fire ghoul with two others looking around for their pack got Lily to squeal, now completely running away from her other parents and straight to Sunshine. The three's body language shown as Sunshine picked up the little multi, bonking her helmet against Lily's hood.

"Hi there, little stinker!" She laughed, twirling them around before giving a big squeeze. "Look at you! So damn cute!"

Orion ran just as fast, hugging Swiss' waist and receiving a knuckle sandwich, the two laughing before doing their little handshake, the two kits being exchanged so Swiss could also get Lily cuddles and Orion a giant amount of forehead bonks. Dewdrop was just as excited, rubbing his helmet over both of the kits before turning, meeting Rain and Aether half way.

He opened his arms and Ember quickly lept over, little claws digging into Dew's jacket. "Daddd!" He whined again.

A questioning glance was thrown to the four, Aether sighing. "He wants nothing to do with this. Had a good few cries because you weren't there."

"Awh, Em'..." Dew leaned close, scenting his son for comfort. "I'm right here! I'm sorry I couldn't be there this morning."

Ember simply huffed, heating himself up while Dew responded in the same way. The group stayed huddled around, talking back and forth of miscellaneous things before a bell began to chime, eyes turning to the silver bell that sat outside the school house.

"That's first bell!" Mountain said, lightly bouncing his shoulders that Orion had made himself home on. "You three ready?"

"Yeah!" Lily exclaimed, ignited with a new passion as Sunshine held her hand.

Rain suddenly got a surge of anxiety, looking at Aether with a worried expression. "Did you get their lunch boxes?"

"I did."

"What about their inside shoes?"

"Also, yes." Aether chuckled, trying to rub Rain's arm.

"Oh, oh, Ember's allergen card?!"

Dewdrop responded by showing their son's backpack with a double-sided, laminated, lanyard attached that held the big words 'Allergy Notice' with a small list underneath. Rain rubbed his face, now noticing every small detail, fixing socks, pressing down robes, and redoing Lily's shoelaces as she started rubbing at them to loosen. Cirrus kneeled down to do the other shoe, looking over at the water ghoul.

"Hey, you're freaking out more than Ember was this morning." She lightly joked, nudging Rain's shoulder as he stayed focused on his task.

He shook his head, sighing and standing back up without responding. He eyed the three in front before busting into sobs, catching the pack off guard, shuffling closer for a group hug.

"What's wrong mommy?" Orion mumbled, being taken into his mother's arms, Lily on the other side, and Ember maneuvered to be right in the middle.

He simply shook his head, clutching his kits harder and trying to push his muzzle against their cheeks, whining. If there was something all three kits shared was being an empath just like their mom, Em slowly starting to tear up before wailing, setting off his other two siblings. Little claws dug into Rain, now completely unwilling to let go and their excitement quickly gone. The pack's heart crushed at the same time, Sunshine putting her hands under her mask to wipe away her own tears, Aether just on the verge as well.

It felt like it wasn't too long ago when Rain had laid in the lake, surrounded by the entire pack after his eggs had grown, each kit had been pushed out and carefully cut out of their sacks. Their screaming wails almost making Aurora fall into the water from their little echoes, Dewdrop being the only one unbothered while others had worn different ear muffs. How did they grow up so fast? One moment they're as small as Mountain's palm, the next they're reaching Swiss' waist to hug.

Even still, their siren wails echoed, Aether getting closer just to hug the four tighter which the others followed.

"Getting so big..." Cirrus mumbled, kissing each of their heads.

Swiss chimed in, his voice gentle to try and calm down the pack. "Hey, hey! Everything's going to be alright! Where's that happy energy, huh? We can't be sad on our first day! How else are we going to possibly burn down the building?"

That got a little giggle from Lily, the ghoulette wiping her eyes but staying against Rain's shoulder.

"Your uncle's right. Everything is going to be okay. No need for tears," Dew moved, hand going under Rain's helmet to wipe his cheek. "Today's going to be so fun, you're going to meet new friends, get to run around all day, and before you know it you'll be back home!"

Rain took the hint, quickly sniffling and trying to calm himself. He linked to Aether, the quintessence humming before speaking for his mate. "Mama said your dad's right, and that he's sorry for crying. He wants all of you to have the best days ever, and he'll be waiting right here for when you get out."

Orion pushed back, chewing his finger under his mask. "Promise?"

"He said he promises."

Very carefully, Dew took Lily and Mountain plucking Orion back up by his scruff that he loved. Ember stayed latched to Rain, the two swaying back and forth while they tried to calm each other. Ember was kneading on Rain's back, mumbling "Is' okay, mama... Is' okay..." While Rain gently scratched at Ember's head.

The second bell chimed, and Rain reluctantly took a step forward, the others following with Cirrus keeping a gentle hand on his back. Lily had quickly perked back up and was passed around for forehead bumps and kisses, being stood and Swiss readjusting her backpack. Ember was surprisingly next, receiving the same treatment but his lanyard being placed around his neck. Their last kit was chewing on Mountain's arm before being suddenly moved to another set of arms and around, placed on the ground as well.

Crouching, the pack gave their own wishes of a good day and love.

"Make sure to keep your masks—and shoes," Swiss started, eyeing Lily specifically. "-On today. Don't be afraid to go say hi to the other kids, yeah?"

"And look out for each other!" Dew now chimed in.

Rain got to his knees so he was about equal level with his kits, unable to do more than hold three fingers up and shake back and forth. "I love you."

In sync, the kits replicated, Ember holding Orion's hand once they were finished.

"Alright!" Mountain's voice cracked, quickly clearing his throat. "Off you go!"

With a gentle nudge, all three waved again before falling behind the rest of the children quickly trying to get in. The pack stood up straight, waving until they were out of sight. It took only a second before Dew groaned, laying his head against Aether's chest as his shoulders bounced with his own cries.

"Who the fuck let us have kits?! This is terrible!" Dew whined.

"Six whole hours they're gonna be gone. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself." Mountain added, no longer holding back his tears.

Rain sighed, if his tail had been visible it'd be between his legs. He felt Swiss grab his hand and give a gentle squeeze. "C'mon you lot of babies, cry away from the windows."

Reluctantly, they turned, Rain throwing another glance over his shoulder at the now closed doors. Unfortunately, Mountain was right. Besides the few that had duties, it was too quiet in the den. There was no laughter and the sound of patting feet, or even the small bickering of who's toy belonged to who. The day just seemed to drag on for what felt like forever, Rain napping most of it away as he couldn't stand the silence.

He knew it was something he needed to get used to, and maybe take advantage of, but right now he couldn't. He missed the feeling of his kits snuggled in the bed, how Lily would snore just like her padre and kick out occasionally; Orion talking in his sleep about some random TV show Cumulus got him addicted to. How Ember mimicked his father and was a tiny space heater that always seemed to find his way under Rain's chin despite them tossing and turning in their sleep. He missed little hands nudging him awake so they could have a snack, or to see if they can go outside with the other children to play, sometimes even to settle their little fights.

It was misery in a box that had been graciously handed to Rain.

However, when the sound of his phone's alarm went off, he's never ran out of his room so fast before—Phantom who had just gotten back from his own duties following after. They followed the path to the school house where Cumulus stood next to other impatient parents, waving them over. The three simply fit right in, nervously bouncing on their heels before the doors opened. Instantly, waves of children ran out, and very soon after Rain's did as well.

Lily made a straight line for Phantom, the quint yelling as the kit had enough force to knock them over, rolling around on the gravel as they rough housed immediately. Ember, of course, found his way into his mother's arms, the two purring like no tomorrow; Orion already showing off one of his drawings to Cumulus who listened with every ounce of interest.

That tsunami of misery was gone in a flash, Rain squeezing Em just a bit tighter as he looked at his other two that had now tag teamed Phantom and were chewing on his arm and leg. He whistled, making them freeze and turn, Ember even pulling back to look.

Rain brought a single hand up since his other arm was occupied, signing a bit more slowly. "Ready to go home?"

They scrambled off the bat, Cumulus giggling as he rubbed his leg where Orion got a good nip in. As the group walked, each kit took turns (and sometimes overlapping) to ramble about what they did, their new friends, who they sat next to, and even the new name tags they got temporarily for their desks.

"I colored mine purple!" Lily exclaimed, skipping while holding Phantom's hand.

Orion scoffed, "You totally stole my idea! I did mine purple first!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Alright you two, shh. You can both have purple name tags." Phantom butted in, watching the two stick their tongues out at one another.

Cumulus pipped up. "What about you, Em? Did you colors yours in?"

"No... Put stickers on it, though." He said softly, rubbing his tired eye underneath his mask with an accompanying yawn. "And Lily took her shoes off."

"I didn't!" She squealed.

"Yes you did!" Orion confirmed, laughing. "She did it three whole times!"

"I'm gonna eat your bananas you snitch!" Lily squealed, running ahead as their den came into sight.

Orion yelled in panic for his favorite fruit, chasing after her with everything he had. The three adults simply laughed, Rain shaking his head as he readjusted the now sleeping kit in his hold. He gave another squeeze and relaxed, welcoming the sounds of his kits in the den once more.

[vanguarddawn]

There's something I've been thinking about tonight that I really don't quite know how to explain, but I'm going to try it anyways.

It all regards a question I've received several times over the years: Why is Walhart one of my favorite Awakening characters, when Edelgard is my least favorite Fire Emblem character? Aren't their goals essentially the same?

This is a question I mostly receive from Edelgard fans who usually don't want to listen to what I actually have to say about either character, and just want to try and put the legitimacy of my biases under scrutiny, usually with accusations of misogyny being thrown in for good measure. And I've never really had an answer for them, not because I didn't want to get involved in that discussion, but because I had always judged Walhart and Edelgard based on gut feeling rather than deeper analysis.

Honestly, the more I look into them both in comparison to one another, the more vast that rift becomes. I'm not necessarily starting to like Walhart even more, but I'm definitely learning to like Edelgard even less, something I'd thought was impossible. I do not have the time or patience to write out a full Edelgard analysis, and honestly I don't want to do that either. So I'll talk about what connects them and what differentiates them.

Walhart and Edelgard are, on the surface, somewhat similar characters. They are both the leader of their nation, and seek to unify the rest of the continent through force, and ultimately intend to forge a world where man can only rely on their own strength rather than that of the gods. Both are armored axe wielders primarily associated with the color red, and both bear inhuman levels of physical strength. Both can potentially end up being defeated by the kindhearted king of the nation they invaded who seeks to strengthen the existing world through structural reform rather than wiping the slate clean, and cherish the power of bonds over the strength of the individual.

So why do I love Walhart but hate Edelgard again? Simple.

Walhart is absolutely fucking delusional. Dude is straight up off his rocker, and the game is actually willing to acknowledge this rather than trying to defend it. He truly believes in his whole "unity through conquest" bullshit, and is only willing to let go of it when he's defeated by Chrom. And you know what he does, instead of Edelgard's "if only i had your strength we could have made the world a better place together" stuff?

Walhart concedes. He basically just tells Chrom and Robin "alright, you guys won, you clearly know what's best for the world. I was wrong, might does not make right, and from now on I'm gonna do things your way." Of course he says it in his own distinctly Walhart way, but the message is still the same. While he doesn't come to accept the real message that Chrom and Robin were trying to send, one of bonds and togetherness, he does realize that his way of going about securing and maintaining peace was wrong. I understand that Edelgard also concedes somewhat in VW/SS, but in AM she tries to murder her salvation after being given one last chance to redeem herself, and in CF she successfully conquers Fódlan so there's no redemption to be done.

It also helps that the god Walhart was trying to stop to begin with was objectively evil and not just a traumatized archbishop. Yes, Rhea does some incredibly fucked up things, but comparing her to Grima, who literally destroys the entire world just for funsies, can't really be done in good faith. Rhea is more compelling as an antagonist because she actually has nuance - nuance that Grima mostly lacks.

I also want to address some localization weirdness regarding both characters. In Awakening's English localization Walhart's goal of crushing the Grimleal is only made clear after the player has already defeated him and is headed to stop the ongoing resurrection of Grima. The English localization of Three Houses, on the other hand, may as well be Edelgard apologist fanfiction with how much it rewrites her character to make her look completely justified in starting her war, including actively writing mentions of civilian conscription and execution, as well as foreign military operations out of the English script, and adding a line to her endings stating that she gives up power once her dream of a Crest-less Fódlan has been realized. She is a completely different character between scripts.

I also like how Walhart is written entirely seriously about even the most mundane of things in his barracks and DLC conversations. If you thought he was crazy about military, wait until you hear his opinion on vegetarianism (he is one and he intends to make it your problem).

Basically, I like Walhart because he isn't meant to be endearing. Awakening makes no effort to redeem him or justify his actions, because they are ultimately unjustifiable. Edelgard did essentially the same thing he did and required a whole game rewrite to justify allowing the player to side with her at all.

[torchwood-99]

Denethor and Theoden as Fathers: A Comparison

(In which the rulers of Gondor and Rohan both play favourites.)

Denethor and Theoden are often held against each other as foils. Foils as kings, foils as warriors, foils as fathers.

Usually, these comparisons work out in Theoden's favour. Particularly in that in terms of fatherhood. After all, Denethor is harsh and pitiless to his son, whereas Theoden is affable and affectionate to his children. At a glance, there's no question of who loves his children better.

Indeed, Denethor openly declares his preference for Boromir over Faramir, tells him that between the two he would have chosen Boromir to live.

“Do you wish then," said Faramir,"that our places had been exchanged?” “Yes, I wish that indeed," said Denethor. "For Boromir was loyal to me and no wizard’s pupil. He would have remembered his father’s need, and would not have squandered what fortune gave. He would have brought me a mighty gift.” For a moment Faramir’s restraint gave way. “I would ask you, my father, to remember why it was that I, not he, was in Ithilien. On one occasion at least, your counsel has prevailed, not long ago. It was the lord of the City that gave the errand to him.”

Denethor's preference for Boromir seems to hinge mostly on his belief that Boromir would have served him and brought him the Ring, allowing them to defeat the enemy and save their lands. He is a father speaking to a son, but his love for his children revolves largely around the services they can provide to him as a servant to a Steward. After all, Denethor has had the survival of Gondor on his shoulder for years, and is sacrificing everything he has, including his sanity, to fight it. He has become Steward before all else, including a father. Being a Steward is all he is. Fighting the enemy is all he is. So when his son disobeys him as a soldier, as a Steward he loves him less.

This is painful and devastating for Faramir, who loves his father and longs for his father's love in return. And Denethor is teaching Faramir the same toxic mindset, that all his value hinges on this one thing, and that to be a failure of a soldier (disobedient) is to be a failure as a son and as a person.

But Faramir has fight enough to call Denethor out, to question his judgement, to defend himself. To essentially enter into open conflict with him.

The conflict between Denethor and Faramir, the failures of Denethor as a father, his preference for Boromir, the flaws in their relationship, are on open display, and there for all to see.

The flaws in Eowyn and Theoden's relationship, Theoden's failings as a father to Eowyn, Theoden's preference for Eomer, Theoden's reduction of Eowyn's worth to the services she provides, go unremarked and are barely commented on.

Like Denethor and Faramir, Theoden obviously has a child he holds in higher esteem than Eowyn. After Theoden awakens, he notes the importance of Eomer's contribution to the war, declares he cannot be spared, and respects that he would not wish to be left behind. Before he fell into dotage, he gave Eomer the charge of an Eored and made him a Marshall, showing respect and trust in him as a warrior and a Rider of Rohan.

Eowyn, although skilled in arms and as eager as Eomer to fight to defend her people, and to earn renown for herself, gets allotted the role of dry nurse and housekeeper against her will. A role that holds little chance for renown or honour, in comparison to Eomer's.

On awakening, Theoden shows no gratitude for the sacrifices she made during his illness. He does not show any response to the information that his trusted councillor harassed her and stalked her and would have forced her into marriage (and the marriage bed) if he could. He did not give Eowyn an opportunity a chance to testify against Grima when deciding his judgement.

(Instead he offers Grima forgiveness and a chance to repent. He offers Grima the choice to ride with him into battle; as a test of character true, but notably a choice Eowyn was denied despite years of loyal service. Grima is given more agency by Theoden than Eowyn is.)

On awakening, Theoden sends Eowyn away at Gandalf's request, but has Eomer brought back to him. Eomer is included in the following council and discussions about Grima's fate and their country's next moves. We only see Eowyn again when it's time for her to wait on Theoden at his table.

Eomer is brought into the room to have his voice heard. Eowyn is sent away now Theoden needs no nursing. Eomer is permitted to dine with him. Eowyn is permitted to serve.

The moment I keep coming back to, the moment that really casts a pall over Theoden and Eowyn's entire dynamic, is of course when Theoden asks for someone to rule in his place, after declaring that should Eomer fall, the people are to choose a new king.

It is this moment that really makes it evident just how much Theoden respects Eowyn, and colours the rest of their interactions.

Theoden is told by Hama (probably speaking as the people's voice) that it's in the House of Eorl they trust, and here Theoden makes it clear what a non-entity Eowyn is to him.

Eomer is the last of his house. Eowyn has served him all this time, has tended to his needs at great cost to herself, but Eomer and Eomer alone is the heir, Eomer and Eomer alone should have his right to choose to right out respected, Eomer and Eomer alone is of Theoden's house.

Even when he does grant the people's wish to have Eowyn rule, the fact he concedes to this request without consulting Eowyn, denying her a choice he granted every other man who refused to offer to stay back, shows that he has no regard for Eowyn's desires and Eowyn's autonomy.

After this interaction, any moments when Theoden does show Eowyn affection seem trivial.

He calls her daughter instead of sister-daughter (but only after he calls Eomer son, because Eomer must come first.) He notices that she seems unhappy at the same time Merry, a complete stranger, also notices that she has obviously been weeping.He does allow Eowyn to sit with him, instead of waiting on him. But at the same meal, he makes Merry the same offer as well, after knowing Merry a matter of days. Eowyn waited on Theoden for years before she had a chance to sit at his table. Merry five minutes.

This also makes the claim that Eowyn serving Theoden at his table was an equal or higher honour than sitting with him instead, as Eomer is allowed to do. For if that was so, Merry was slighted for being asked to sit down, or at least the nobility of that offer with which the narrative presents this moment is undermined. If Theoden asking Merry to sit was a compliment, then Eowyn being ordered to stand was a slight.

Waiting on the king was undoubtedly an honour, as any proximity to a king was, but the manner in which Theoden invited Merry to sit and dine with him, as an equal, obviously shows it as a greater one, and an honour that was denied Eowyn for years, and granted to her only at the same times as previously unknown hobbit.

These are the crumbs thrown to Eowyn. The right to serve, to right to take on the tasks no one else wants. A passing moment of concern when even a complete stranger cannot miss she is in despair. A farewell on his deathbed, and a declaration that she was "dearer than daughter" to him, which never translated to anything of substance in life.

This is the sum of Theoden's great love for Eowyn.

Compare to the trust and honour Theoden holds Eomer in once he has recovered from Saruman and Wormtongue's influence, compare to the fact that Theoden never hesitates to name Eomer heir and member of their house, compare the authority granted to Eomer as a Marshall, and Eowyn's own lot is clearly lacking.

Such a stark difference in treatment suggests as large a gap in Theoden's regard for Eomer and Eowyn as Denethor's regard for Boromir and Faramir. But whereas Denethor's failures as a father and his preference for Boromir is acknowledged by all, Theoden is held as a loving and admirable father to Eowyn.

This is because Eowyn is a woman, in a society where women are held to be inferior. She is an inferior being, therefore the love she receives is of an inferior kind.

There is no comparison between Theoden's affection for Eowyn and his affection for Eomer, because they're not even in the same category.

Theoden loves Eomer as a son and he loves Eowyn as a daughter. Daughters aren't so valued, so respected, so important as a son, and therefore there's no expectation that Eowyn should receive equal consideration as Eomer. She's a woman. She doesn't deserve it.

Whereas Boromir; as the eldest son, might be entitled to some rights over Faramir, the gulf in status between older son and second son isn't nearly so wide. There's no societal expectation that Denethor hold Faramir in significantly lower esteem that Boromir. As a son, as a Captain, Faramir is entitled to a certain level of affection and respect from his father, and when Denethor fails to deliver, that is notable.

At the same time, Faramir, a nobleman, a captain, may be obliged to owe Denethor his obedience, and while he is for the most part dutiful (if not disobedient when it's necessary), he has status enough, a voice enough, to disagree with Denethor. To openly defy him and question his judgement. Yet while his rights as a man give him some right to do so, the expectation of loyalty from father to son also makes this worth noting on.

Eowyn and Theoden never enter into open conflict with each other. They never acknowledge any discord between the two, they say all the right platitudes, but Theoden's love for Eowyn is not equal to his love for Eomer, no more than Denethor's is for Faramir and Boromir, and Eowyn suffers in her position under her uncle's rule as much as Faramir does his father's.

Denethor and Faramir's conflict is personal. It is active, aggressive, it is in defiance of expected father & son dynamics. It is unique to them. It cannot be ignored.

Theoden's lack of regard for Eowyn isn't personal. It isn't born out of any specific trait of Eowyn's, except that she is a woman. It is passive, benign, and in accordance to the general acceptance of woman's inferiority. Theoden's treatment of Eowyn is the status quo, it is coded into the values of their society. It's ignored all too easily.

Women are less. Eowyn is a woman. Eowyn is less. No need for hurt feelings, Eowyn just doesn't matter as much, because women don't matter as much. Eowyn doesn't get the opportunities Eomer did, because women don't get the opportunities men do. Eowyn's autonomy isn't respected by Theoden, because women aren't autonomous beings.

Their dynamic is to in accordance with the general expectations of their society, and so it's barely worth commenting on. A father values and respects his son more than his daughter, and the sky is blue and the sun is yellow.

While Eowyn never enters into open disagreement with Theoden, as Faramir does with Denethor, she does eventually disobey him. After years of frustration and bitterness, after years of following the rules and doing as she is ordered in defiance of her own ambitions, Eowyn finally disobeys.

Theoden never finds out. He dies not knowing Eowyn's body lay just a little way away from him. To his understanding, Eowyn is, and always was, his dutiful sister-daughter who followed instructions, waited on him without complaint, came when he called her, left when he sent her, and never troubled him with having a will of her own.

And as Theoden's view on Eowyn hinged on this conception of her, so did his love. The daughter he loved was the silent, obedient nurse and housekeeper.

Denethor knew full well that Faramir often disagreed with him. That Faramir possessed traits and ideals he didn't care for. Theoden never saw Eowyn. Denethor saw Faramir in the harshest light, but he saw him.

In the end, Faramir's fall destroys Denethor. For all the conflict between them, for all their mutual frustrations with each other, for all that Faramir disobeyed him on a serious matter, for all that Faramir was "disloyal" when Boromir would have been "loyal", Denethor did love his son. Even his attempt to burn Faramir along with him was; in his despairing state, an act of love. The act of love of a man gone beyond reason or hope. He wanted them to go together, he wanted them to die before the enemies got them. Faramir called out his father's name and Denethor wanted to go to him.

"Denethor started as one waking from a trance, and the flame died in his eyes, and he wept; and he said: 'Do not take my son from me! He calls for me.'"

Denethor's love for Faramir endured disagreements and conflict and outright disobedience. It endured after Denethor abandoned his duty, and sanity abandoned him. His last act was of love. Destructive, toxic, hopeless love. But love nonetheless.

Theoden dies before he ever finds out Eowyn disobeyed him. He dies before he ever discovers that Eowyn had hopes and wishes beyond acting as his nurse and housekeeper. He dies before he ever had to confront Eowyn's anger and resentment towards him and his house. He dies before knowing Eowyn as anything other than the biddable, dutiful daughter who silently waited on him for so many years.

Theoden died having never known Eowyn at all.

We will never know if Theoden's love; such as it was, would have endured finding out that Eowyn had forsaken his orders. We will never know if Theoden's love for Eowyn would have survived arguments and conflicts and disobedience. We will never know if Theoden would ever have managed to come to truly love Eowyn, instead of the mask she wore for his convenience.

Denethor and Faramir's relationship was harsh, often cruel, in want of kindness and affection, but there was an honesty there at least which suggests that what love they did have, had something of substance about it.

Theoden and Eowyn's relationship was gentle and affable, but it was based on a false image of who Eowyn was, was silently ruled by an uncontested belief in women's inferiority, and was untested by the conflict that would have stemmed from Eowyn showing Theoden her true thoughts and feelings.

Without that test, without that proof, there runs the risk that Theoden's love for Eowyn might have easy and pleasant, but ultimately hollow, whereas Denethor's love for Faramir was difficult and harsh, harmful and pitiless, destructive and eventually murderous, but it was real.

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 11 - Loneliness

Eowyn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Grima's foul words send Eowyn into a dark pit of loneliness.

Warnings/Notes: Subtle descriptions of suicide and an agressively rushed ending

Word Count: 1890

  “Oh, but you are alone.”

  Eowyn shook her head as the bitter words of Grima Wormtongue rang through her mind. Her nails clawed at her head, clasping themselves over her ears as though that would be enough to block the unembodied voice that taunted her, dark tendrils clouding her mind.

  It was a bitter truth that she reluctantly began to accept. 

  She was alone.

  Her uncle, the king, depleted a little more each day until he was no longer the man she recognized, but a weakened, sick and dying shell of who he once was. Her cousin, Theodred, passed during the night from wounds deep and cruel. Her brother, Eomer, had been banished from Rohan as a whole along with those loyal to the king, meaning all of the Rohirrim. Eowyn was not the only one alone, but so was all of Rohan. If evil came to their kingdom as it had been predicted there would no longer be a Rohan.

  The only company Eowyn had left was Grima, a company so foul and cruel she would rather face the ghosts of her loneliness then spend another second at his side. Perhaps it was truly that horrid excuse for a man that had driven her to this perpetual state of solitude for he poisoned her mind with deranged altered truths, but by the time she came to this realization it was too far for her to return.

  Eowyn fled the bedroom of her deceased cousin in search of one or the other; fresh air or a quick end. There had been many nights of sleepless debate, a blade of some sort in one hand and pen in the other. She could not write or read but wanted to try leaving a note anyway. The cruelty of the world did not make her cruel as well… she didn’t want to hurt those around her.

  Fresh air was easier to come across than a stray blade. Eowyn stormed out onto the front steps of Meduseld, feeling the sharp wind nip at her face. She began to pace back and forth across the stone. 

  If her eyes were not blurry from tears, she would have seen you coming, but she was so caught up in the turmoil of her own mind and the pain rushing through her body that by the time she recognized you coming towards her you had already collided.

  “Forgive me, I should have moved out of your way.” You stammered, taking a step back, chest aching a little where she nearly ran you over. At first you felt a prick of annoyance she nearly mauled you without even realizing but once you saw her teary eyes and darkness on her face your anger faded.  

  Eowyn scowled at you. Who were you to stand in her way? “Yes. You should have.” She chided bitterly. “You are foolish, woman. Raise your eyes when you walk.” Her voice cracked. It wasn’t you she was scolding, but herself.

  “I will.” You promised with a quick dip of your head. You never had the… pleasure of meeting Eowyn before, but you recognized the White Lady of Rohan the second your eyes fell upon her golden hair and stern face. “I take it I did not harm you?”

  “No harm done.” Eowyn turned her head, lifting a hand to swipe at her damp face. When did she start crying? This was the last thing she needed, to break down in front of a stranger. She inhaled deeply, set a cold expression on her face and tried to walk past you.

  But you blocked her. 

  “Move.”

  “Actually, I was wondering if you might be able to help me.” You came up with a quick lie.

  “I’m busy at the moment.” Eowyn replied harshly before pushing past you and walking away.

  You watched her quickly run off, not wanting you to see the tears on her face. You knew better than to hunt her down, deciding to just let her be and hope you stumble upon her later.

  And you did.

  Once the sun had set and the bustling city of Edoras had calmed down, you wandered to the stables to sit with some of the horses and hang out. Then you noticed a white shape brush past you and head behind the stables.

  You tracked the ghostly presence, their dress lit in the bright moonlight until you found them.

  Eowyn sat down on an abandoned bench that pressed into the back of the stables. In her hand reflected a sharp blade, a stolen dagger from the armory. Her fingers nimbly turned it over and over again, eyes glued to the metallic beauty as if it had put her in a trance. She would never admit how often she fell into this position; the delicate debate between living and dying. How beautiful would a knife look stained with her blood? How much better off would everybody else be?

  Eowyn was no stranger to the unapproving looks she so easily found angled in her direction when she was younger and would spar with her brother, or when she would express unhappiness with the idea of being locked into a life of nothing more but bars and cages. There was nobody that understood her, not even her own brother.

  As lost as Eowyn was in the daze of contemplated death, she did not miss the way your shadow slowly began creeping in. She lifted her head, slipping the weapon into her sleeve.

  “You are following me.”

  “I’m not.” 

  “Then how are you here?”

  “I often come to the stables when… I do not feel right.” You stepped completely out of the darkness, lit from behind by the moon. “Do you feel the same?”

  “What concern is it of yours?” Eowyn did not want to let you in, at least, she tried to convince herself she didn’t. In reality she was bordering on the edge of breaking down and telling you, a stranger, everything. It’s easier to spill your guts to strangers. 

  She must’ve seen the frown cross your face as her shoulders slowly slumped in defeat and her head dipped.

  “I am sorry. You have been nothing but kind to me and I only lash at you.” Eowyn sighed, brushing her skirt aside for you to sit. When you did, she turned to look at you. “What is your name?”

  “Y/n.” You noticed the strange bulge in her sleeve but said nothing of it. You’d just tamed the feral cat at your side, you didn’t want to already scare her off. “What brings you here?”

  Damn you. You were trying to worm yourself into her problems, weaving around her thick defenses and settling where she was most vulnerable. 

  “The quiet.” Eowyn lied.

  “Alone?”

  “I do not have much choice.”

  “Ah…” You nodded. “Neither do I.”

  A soft silence fell over the two of you. You wanted to speak but didn’t want to scare her away. Eowyn half wanted you to leave and half wanted to just collapse into your arms. The loneliness was eating her up inside, it really was.

  Finally, she spoke.

  “Do you believe things will get better?” Eowyn’s voice was hesitant, as if she feared the worst from you.

  But you chuckled softly in response. “I like to think that it will.” You murmured quietly. “We will not always be alone… in fact, you’re not alone now. I’m here.”

  Eowyn raised an eyebrow, surprised but also touched by your bluntness. “You alone believe you can cure my loneliness?”

  “Aren’t I?”

  The stern, cold and dark woman tried to fight smiling, she really did… darkness was all she had come to know and straying from it was unnerving… but a small grin spread across her face anyway and soon turned into a little giggle.

  “Well… I’m certainly not alone.” Eowyn reluctantly agreed. 

  You smiled too, reaching out and gently brushing your hand across your arm. You were rather lonely too and probably just as touch starved as she. So you decided to risk spreading your fingers and laying your hand over hers.

  Eowyn slightly stiffened but didn’t pull away. Your hand over hers felt good. She couldn’t remember the last time someone even touched her in a gentle way such as this. The idea of how long she’s been suffocating in solitude and how you appeared out of nowhere like the savior she always dreamed of made a lump form in her throat. “What are you doing?”

  “Now you’re even less lonely.”

  “You are bold… oddly bold.”

  You chuckled once more, squeezing her hand. “It helps doesn’t it?”

  “I suppose…”

  It didn’t take much prying for you to really weigh out how lonely Eowyn was. She seemed to soak up every word you spoke like a sponge, eyes focused only on you. Hearing someone speak to her as though she mattered made her feel things she thought she’d never feel again.

  When you managed to get her up to her feet to take her on a walk, something came tumbling out of her sleeve, plopping onto the dirt below.

  You beat Eowyn to it, fingers hooking around the metallic handle of the dagger and picking it up. It was oddly warm from being tucked against her skin but luckily didn’t cut her.

  Eowyn paled as you held the weapon up to her. She’d just warmed up to you and you to her, now it was about to be ruined by her foolishness.

  You scanned the weapon in your hand and then raised your gaze to hers. “Should I give this back to you?”

  Relief flooded Eowyn as you didn’t begin to criticize her immediately, but she was still nervous. It wasn’t her dagger, but she should probably put it back… though she was scared to touch it in case she’d do something stupid to herself. 

  “No…”

  “Alright.” You pocketed the knife. Your eyes met hers once more, waiting for an explanation, if she was comfortable enough.

  Eowyn shifted from one foot to the other. “You already know…”

  “Am I right?”

  “I am… horribly lonely.” Eowyn whispered softly. Her arms crossed defensively over her chest and she turned to face the bright moon, pale skin bathing in the bright light. “I do not know how much longer I can wane this solitude… it is eating me away.”

  You moved to stand beside her, following her gaze to the white rock in the sky. Her fingers slowly touched yours and you held them tight.

  “There are times when I can’t take it anymore.” Eowyn’s voice hitched. “And I… I can’t do it. I can’t get it over with, I’m too scared… I suppose that makes me even more pathetic, hm? I’ve no real reason to live yet I cannot end my life because I am scared.”

  “It’s not pathetic.” You murmured and looked over at her, squeezing her hand tight. 

  “You’re pitying me.”

  “No. But… I do want to be your friend.”

  “Why on earth would you want that?”

  “Because I don’t have anyone either.”

  Eowyn hesitated at that, then her grip on your hand tightened. Her head hesitantly bumped into your shoulder with a quiet sigh. “And if we are friends…?”

  “Then we won’t be lonely.” You smiled a little. Eowyn smiled too and you pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her body sink against yours.

[watercryisdone]

SFW alphabet of Saruman (part 3)

O - Open. Saruman is too distrustful, especially after his failed attempt to take over Rohan. He's definitely the type of person who thinks first and then does. But sometimes he thinks so much that it starts to make him suffer, making him more insecure. P - Patience. He's too hard to piss him off, only if, for example, you betrayed him or gave yourself to another person. The most he'll do is tease you or coddle you, affectionately calling you a fool, snake, and so on, which he associates with negativity. Q - Quizzes. Although Saruman tries to learn information without prompts, he still has a hard time remembering any information about you, the most he will remember in basic terms is your name, age and gender. The rest of it all doesn't seem that important to his brain, as Saruman himself is a busy man, sometimes even too busy…. R - Remember. Our wizard isn't very good with memory either, as if it's also not as important as all the other information about you. However, he still remembers how he once soothed you in hysterics or for example confessed your love to each other accidentally. S - Security. Saruman guards you too much, as if you're not a human but some kind of secret artifact. He's ready to protect you from any harm, especially on their way… In general, he's the type of man who doesn't seem to need protection, although in reality he wants to be loved as well. T - Try. As much as they can. He is very afraid of losing the chance to meet you, because it would be a downfall for him, as he believes that there is no woman/man like you… Afraid so much that he might accidentally get agitated and cry, although according to the situation around him everything is fine. U - Ugly. Envy of anyone who is better than he is, for example in terms of morals or accomplishments. Jealousy and distrust of everyone, fear of being abandoned and never being loved or trusted again. Hiding any negative emotions so as not to hurt you, even if it means more like torture to him than something easy. An arrogant creature who thinks you and himself are better than others, even if those people are actually better than him and you. Vanity and idealization of self, partner and other people, the bottom line is disappointment in yourself and other people. Does not accept his minuses, as well as his sins, defects, and so on negative, even if it is pointed out to him that he is doing a complete nonsense, he would rather try to experience than listen to those who try to think it through. V - Vanity Oh my god… Walking fucked up in that aspect. No, seriously, he thinks too much about his looks, trying to make sure he's perceived the way he wants to be perceived. Even if he's told he's not very handsome, he'd rather slap that person than endure that mental pain. W - Whole Yes, even too much. He'll feel like you have to be with him, because otherwise who's going to satisfy him? Sure, Grima will do everything, but he's nothing to Saruman, and you're a real miracle to him that he's too afraid to give up, even if the relationship becomes unhealthy. X - Xtra No matter how much you try to take him for a walk, he's too afraid, especially after his fall, to go anywhere even with you, feeling like he's going without protection, even though he can handle himself in a fight (with fists, of course, rather, but come on…)

[another-fire-emblem-sideblog]

In case I delete my damn Twitter (I really should), I want to preserve the only tweets I ever made that I liked. Which, unfortunately, was rating every Fire Emblem Final Boss on their fuckability (remixed).

I'm sorry.

(Note: I confess that I am not a monsterfucker, yes yes leave your angry comments below, and I will be ranking every boss on their most anthropomorphized form to even the playing field)

(Edited on 2/17/2024)

MEDEUS (FE1/FE3/FE11/FE12)

Oh boy here comes the most generic villain ready to offer me the most generic sex possible. How could I ever contain my excitement

VERDICT: Look tumblr likes to make evil sex with your evil spouse look de facto exciting but even the spark can go out of villain sex. If he's a boring villain in the streets he'll be a boring villain in the sheets.

DUMA (FE2, FE15)

Man I am so glad that the remake gave Duma a human form and I don't have to be talking about ~~Duma's wiggles~~

VERDICT: I will confess to not being particularly attracted to him, but.... Not to spoil anything but he's going to be one of the better picks on this list.

JULIUS (FE4)

He is a child.

VERDICT: He is a child.

VELD (FE5)

Oh boy, you KNOW he fucks with the same enthusiasm of a disgruntled middle manager fitting in a quickie between reruns of Home Improvement with a wife that he's a decade past loving.

VERDICT: I mean there are worse choices on this list but love yourself.

IDUNN (FE6)

Even putting her somewhat... neotenous features aside, the whole free will removal kinda makes the idea of sex with her pretty unethical at best.

VERDICT: And even if we ignore all that she got one rounded by Roy. Total turn off.

FIRE DRAGON (FE7)

There is no anthropomorphized form. It's just a dragon.

VERDICT: I have concerns about size differentials here.

LYON (as possessed by FORMORTIIS) (FE8)

Ok, ok, I acknowledge this one is kind of a stretch as those two are separate entities and the Formortiis you fight is NOT in the shell of Lyon but like. Give me a break. I know you horny fuckers want Formortiis to become intimate with your intestines. I'm terribly sorry this stupid post isn't for you.

VERDICT: Let's be real. Unless you're Eirika or Ephraim (or willing to put on some cosplay) he won't be bringing his A-game. If you are, though... oooh. Boy. The emotion would run high. There would be crying. I'll leave it up to you as to whether this is a plus or minus.

ASHNARD (FE9)

Unlike some other options on this list, it is at least 100% proven that he has had sex, if only as a means to an end. I honestly doubt whether he would fuck for any other reason to be honest

VERDICT: If, for some reason, being used as a genetic experiment isn't a turn off, he's absolutely going to ask if he can turn a family member of yours into a mindless war beast, probably immediately after the sex. If for some reason this still isn't a turn off, uhhhhh I hope y'all are happy together.

ASHERA (FE10)

While I could imagine most of the other characters in this list being open to the idea of sex, I really couldn't see Ashera being DTF. But...

VERDICT: She's hot in a scary Drakengard way, so I'd say it's worth at least shooting your shot. She'd probably turn you to stone, but that's the risk you take for love.

ROBIN (As possessed by GRIMA) (FE13)

Fell Robin is a great example of the effects of evil on human attractiveness. On their own, Robin is human tofu. They are a perfect 5/10. Being possessed raises their score to at least 6/10.

VERDICT: 6/10 is better than average. Why not.

TAKUMI (FE14)

As far as I know, he doesn't have an official age, but I see this character and I think "that's baby"

VERDICT: All I want to do is give him butterscotch candies and ask him how he's doing in school.

GARON (FE14)

Like Ashnard, at least you can say he definitely fucked. Quite a bit, considering the excess of children he has (discounting his propensity for picking them up off the streets) So, uh, he's got one thing going for him?

VERDICT: He has this expression the entire time.

The

Entire

Time.

ANANKOS (FE14)

man who fucking cares

NEMESIS (FE16)

He's the only final boss in Three Houses that doesn't turn into a big ol' monster so he's got that going for him (or against him, depending on your point of view.) Unfortunately, he is, however, a zombie, which I would rate as worse.

VERDICT: One certainly can't say he's slacking on the gym routine but... zombie. Does he smell? Ew.

EDELGARD (FE16)

It's everyone favorite problematic waifu! What is there to say about her that hasn't been said before.

VERDICT: No, I mean really. Uh... if you like her I said she was stinky and if you hate her Edelgard come step on me uwu. Everyone can be mad at me. It's fun for the whole family.

RHEA (FE16)

Rhea is a scary, scary woman and fucking her would ruin your life

VERDICT: Rhea can totally get it.

EDIT: As of this writing (2/17/2024) I have beaten Fire Emblem Engage, and have edited this section accordingly.

SOMBRON (FE17)

Like Garon, Sombron canonically fucks. A LOT. This does not mean he's necessarily any good at it, mind, but he's got to at least... know... stuff, right? He was able to turn the yaoification beam on Hyacinth so he's clearly not completely lacking in sexual appeal. He will NOT wear a condom tho, although who on this list would?

VERDICT: I feel like you'd need to have some very specific fetishes for this to be a good idea, but if you do... have fun?

As for Heroes, I will confess that I only played Heroes very briefly; I don't know shit about the story and will have to rely on the wiki. So if I get some stuff wrong, apologies that I didn't play a shitty gacha. I was too busy... uhhhh having sex with your mom (NOTE TO SELF DELETE LATER)

BRUNO (Heroes, Book 1)

This bitch loses shirts like a Yakuza character. His abs have more screentime than his face. He pops on screen and Yusuke Kozaki manifests behind you and whispers in your ear "don't you just HUNGER for his dick????"

VERDICT: Oh come on.

SURTR (Heroes, Book 2)

Uh... he was pretty good on my team for the brief moment that I played. Uh... shit let's consult the wiki

VERDICT: ...oh. He's not very nice at all. Yeah don't fuck him.

HEL (Heroes, Book 3)

Ok. Look. Listen. Ok. Ok. Look. Ok. Ok. Listen. Ok. Listen. Listen. Listen. Ok. Look. Ok. Look. Listen. Listen. Look.

VERDICT: ...

...

...yeah...

FREYJA (Heroes, Book 4)

Ok, she's cute, but... I don't know. I just don't vibe with her design. It screams "designed for lonely dudes" and I'm a lonely GAL thank you.

VERDICT: Bring back the goth milfs.

EITRI (Heroes, Book 5)

NO.

VERDICT: NO.

EMBLA (Heroes Book 6 oh my god how many fucking books are there)

Oooh, she looks deranged! I like that; I'm a big supporter for women's wrongs.

VERDICT: ...Admittedly, she has more "wet drowned rat" appeal than sex appeal.

Book 7 isn't actually done yet (I think) as of time of this writing so I'm DONE. NO MORE.

[francis-writes]

A true alliance

Grima Wormtongue x gn!reader

Summary: you're a messenger of Denethor and due to your duties, you often visit Rohan. For some time your relation with Theoden's advisor was purely professional but now you wonder if you could get closer to Grima...

a/n: in defense of the quality, i finished this story with a light fever

You were wandering across the halls of Meduseld, looking for a familiar silhouette. Everything you were supposed to discuss about cooperation between Rohan and Gondor was already established. Servants were packing your bags and you were going to leave next day, to tell the Steward everything you found out. The rest of your company were now relaxing to get ready for a long journey but you had important thing to do now. At least if you're brave enough. How weird, you fought in many battles, you couldn't count how many times you almost left this world. But death didn't scare you as much as talking about your feelings. Or specifically: possibility of refusal. If it was any other person, you could try to avoid them. But how would you explain to Steward that you can't represent him in Rohan because Theoden's advisor turned you down?

You didn't even have anybody to talk about it. Everybody you knew in Rohan definitely didn't like Grima. They thought he was sleazy, shady and physically repulsive. Well, they had a point, especially in two first statements but you liked him, maybe a bit too much. He was beautiful the way eclipse is stunning, the way a swamp attracts wanderers, the way poisonous species of spiders delight with the shine of their fur.

A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

"where are you rushing to?"

You turned around to see Grima standing in the shadow. You never understood how he was able to stand in the shadow, unnoticed by anybody.

"Uhh, Grima..." you looked for words, wondering if your plan was a good idea "Actually I was looking for you"

"Me?" Grima stepped closer, his cape was dragging on the floor. "What would you need my humble person for, when the official talks have ended?"

"In fact..." you fell silent.

"What's the problem? I know you for a few years and I never saw you in lack of words, even though during a few arguments I wished I did"

"I just... really appreciate working with you but I was wondering ... perhaps would you like to meet in more private setting?"

Grima raised an eyebrow (or at least he would if he had any).

"You mean... for political matters or maybe..." he reached his hand as if he wanted to touch your face. You leaned over a bit.

"...maybe for more personal things?"

You took a deep breath as his fingers gently brushed your skin. Well, you started it, you had to finish it.

"I want to meet with you not as representant of Gondor, but rather like two people who are bounded by something more than job"

His face stayed motionless so you added:

"If it's not for your liking, I will accept your refusal and we will forget about this"

"No..." Grima said quietly.

You nodded and turned back to walk away but he grabbed your arm.

"Wait! I just wanted to say that I see no reason you would be interested in me"

You looked him in the eyes, wondering if it's a delicate way to turn you down but then you noticed hope in his eyes.

"Grima Wormtongue,  don't doubt yourself! If didn't see anything worthy in you, I wouldn't come here, risking rejection and shame. I am not that reckless as you find me. You're a smart, charming man and you have no more flaws than me. Just tell me and don't keep me uncertain. Do you accept my offer?"

He smiled. "Yes. Shall we go to my chambers and spend some time together before you have to leave?"

"Don't you have duties?"

"Nothing that needs to be done in a hurry. I have duties everyday but you don't visit often. Like a butterfly that sits on a flower for a brief moment, to bless you with his sight but then leaves in a second"

*

Grima's chamber was spacious but dark. There was a mess - books and letters laying on all surfaces but it wasn't as uncomfortable place as you thought when you managed to catch a glipmse of this room before. During your visits in Rohan you talked with Grima a lot, as politicians and as a friends but you always did it walking through the corridors of Meduseld or observing the night sky.

After some time of waiting, Grima came back with two goblets and a bottle of wine.

"Forgive me that I didn't call the servants or asked them for a more proper meal but I didn't want them to disturb our... privacy"

He moved mess on the table with his elbow and put the cups down. He started to pour wine, looking at you every now and then but avoiding steady eye contact. He handed you your goblet and pointed at the bed.

"May we sit?"

When you both sat, close to each other but still keeping a little distance, Grima looked at you, yet it seemed like he was talking to your hands or knees.

"Again, forgive the setting. I am not used to having guests" You put your hand on his and a sudden shudder ran through his body.

"There's no need to apologize. I am pleased with any setting as long as you're there"

Grima looked up at your smiling face.

"That's... flattering to hear. I must admit I am in loss of words"

"Grima Wormtongue in loss of words? Unbelievable. It never happened during all years of my work"

He fell silent for a moment. You were worried you offended him but before you thought about words of comfort, he spoke again.

"Let be clear, so I don't misunderstand your intentions: do you wanna be with me... like a lover? Like a life companion?"

"I do. Do you want it as well?"

"I used to dream about you but I never supposed it would come true" he hesitated "In that situation... may I kiss you?"

You smiled and leaned over.

"I think there's no need for further questions"

[the-werdna]

Title: Robcina Week Day 4 - Dreams/Nightmares

Description: Robin has always been plagued by visions of the future in his dreams. Nearly every night he dreamt the same scene, the moment in which his future self killed Chrom and became the Fell Dragon. But this time was different, this time he did far more than just kill his best friend.

Notes: Takes place after Chapter 23 of Fire Emblem Awakening

Words: 1027

Robin bolted upright from bed, arms flailing against the tangle of covers entrapping him. Beads of cold sweat drenched his face, stringing his eyes to mix with the hot tears already streaming there. His heart raced, his chest tight as he found it hard to breathe.

It had felt so real. The sensation of shoving the conjured bolt into Chrom's chest, the wet of his blood staining his hands. The accusing glance from Lucina, the pleading in her eyes even as he struck her down too. Her hot blood splattered him, staining him as she died at his feet…

Robin shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. It was only a dream, only a dream. None of it was real, it didn't happen. Only a dream…

A hand gripped his arm, snapping him out of his stupor. For an instant, every instinct burned to jolt away, but before he could he realized it was Lucina, having sat up next to him in their shared bed. He must have awakened her.

"Bad dream?" Lucina asked.

Robin nodded. He swallowed, his throat burning as he did so. He didn't feel like speaking. Not now. Not when he could still almost feel the blood staining him.

"Was it the same dream as before? The one where you killed my father?"

Though the silence was enough of an answer, Lucina still waited patiently for Robin to answer for himself. "Yes," Robin whispered, managing to speak at last. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against the images burned into his mind from appearing again and again.

"It's okay, that didn't happen. You made sure of it. You resisted your father's control. And the Fell Dragon's as well," Lucina assured him. She reached up, cupping his cheek to force him to look at her. Her expression was gentle, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding. Which only added to his own feelings of disgust and self-loathing.

"This one was different. I didn't just kill Chrom. I killed you too, Lucina. I saw it. It felt so real…" he trailed off, trembling as he tried to shake off the images. He shook his head fiercely, but they still came, repeating in his mind again and again. Again he found his chest tightened, his breathing becoming ragged.

"Shhh," Lucina cooed. She took his hands in hers squeezing them. "It's okay, it wasn't real. I'm here."

For a long while Robin sat there with her in silence, unable to stop shaking. Then, slowly, soothed by her continued murmurs of reassurance and simply her presence at his side, he felt his facing heart still, finding himself again able to breathe.

"It's okay, it's okay," Lucina assured him gently. She gave his hands another squeeze.

Robin said nothing for many more long moments so that when he finally spoke, his voice came as little more than a hoarse whisper. "How can you still love me? I'm still Grima. The other me is still out there? What if I lose control? Become him? I can't let that happen, I can't let him make me hurt you…"

"Robin, look at me," Lucina said. Her hands slipped up to cup his face, making him look into her eyes. "You are not him. You're not the one who did those things, who destroyed my future. That wasn't you."

Robin shook his head, the deepest pits of his self-loathing urging him to deny her words, that wretched part of wanting to blame himself for all of it. "But-" he started to say, only for Lucina to silence him.

"No, there is not but, Robin. That wasn't you. You aren't to blame for any of it. That Robin made his choices. He did those things. But you, this Robin-" She poked a finger at his chest to emphasize her point, "the Robin here, the Robin I love, made different choices. You are better than him, and not to blame for any of it."

Fresh tears began to roll down Robin's cheeks, another sob falling from his lips. Lingering guilt now mixed with the feeling of being unworthy of the unconditional love and belief Lucina had in him. He didn't feel worth it.

Lucina wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed him softly, her closeness at last washing away his sobs. "Just remember that, Robin. You are so much better than you give yourself credit for. You feel this way because you are truly the kindest, most selfless person I've ever met. And most of all, you are the man I love. Remember that, no matter what the future may hold."

For a long moment, Robin said nothing, clinging back to her as if she were a life-raft and he was a drowning sailor caught in a storm. Then he spoke, the voice again hoarse from all the sobs. "I don't deserve this… I don't deserve your love…"

"It's good then, that it is not your decision to make," Lucina countered.

Robin let out a choking sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I guess you're right there at least." While the guilt lingered still, he felt much of the crushing weight on him lessen now, as if he wasn't the only one shouldering it. His eyelids started to droop, realizing suddenly just how tired he still was.

"Come on, let's get back to sleep," Lucina said. She loosened her embrace, leaving one arm wrapped around him. Following her lead, Robin laid back down next to her, remaining close.

"Do not let your dreams trouble you, for they are not real. I'm still here, and for as long as I can, I will remain by your side," Lucina assured him. She kissed him one more time.

Then Robin could no longer resist the call of sleep, his fears for what that might bring falling away. This time, however, perhaps thanks to Lucina's presence so close by his side, he found his rest untroubled. For once, he was not plagued by dark visions of another future or his greatest fears made manifest.

For just that night, at least, he was able to rest peacefully, free of the nightmares that so tormented him.

[lemon-grey]

I really really REALLY want everyone to see my vision for shipping Lucina and Flayn. Please understand how chaotic and fun this could be and please accept this short little fic:

“Forbidden Love”

word count: 1160 | rating: E

tags: fluff, silliness, crossover ship

Flayn and Lucina have been dating for a few weeks and have finally decided to meet each other’s parents. Things get complicated.

[robin!Lucina x Flayn; m!chrobin established; Robin and Grima share a body; takes place in Askr]

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“Dad! Father! I want you to meet someone.”

Lucina stood, head held high, and waited for her parents to turn their attention to her. Behind her, Flayn shuffled from one foot to the other, fidgeting with the lace of her dress bodice. The two young women had spontaneously decided today was the day to introduce each other to their families, and for Lucina’s part, she was sure everything would go perfectly.

Chrom and Robin both turned to her. Before either could say a word, she gestured toward Flayn and blurted, “This is Flayn and she’s my girlfriend!”

Chrom blinked rapidly. “Your…. what now?”

“What! Lucina!” said Robin, eyes flying wide. “How long have you been dating someone?”

“About a month,” said Lucina with a shrug.

“Hello,” said Flayn, her voice softer than the other three as she gave a little wave. “It’s lovely to meet you both.”

“Oh my god?” said Chrom, giving a little laugh as he strode over toward Flayn with a hand outstretched. “Oh my god, you’re so polite! It’s nice to meet you too—Flayn, was it?”

Flayn nodded and shook his hand as Lucina beamed at them both. A moment later, Robin finished processing this unexpected new information and rushed over to clap a hand on Flayn’s shoulder and offer a handshake as well.

Just as she had with Chrom, Flayn politely returned Robin’s handshake.

And then they both froze.

Hands still locked firmly together, eyes wide and staring, they both fell into silence. Flayn drew herself up into her full height in an uncharacteristic show of—what? Boldness? Strength? Intimidation? Whatever it was, Lucina had never seen it in her girlfriend before, and it was peculiar to say the least.

At the same time, Robin’s shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly and his nostrils flared. Lucina would never have noticed if she hadn’t been so attuned to both of her fathers’ subtle tells, but this was one she knew too well.

“Dad,” she said.

A moment later, Chrom’s voice, now stern: “Robin. Focus.”

At that, Robin dropped Flayn’s hand, shook his head roughly and said, “Hm!”

“Luci, you didn’t tell me your father is a dragon,” said Flayn. “And quite a powerful one, I think!” Her tone was one of awe, even if the tension in her posture still lingered.

“What—you can tell?” said Lucina.

“Of course I can.” Flayn turned toward her, throwing on a pouty little frown. “I told you about being a dragon first thing. Why didn’t you tell me you also have dragon blood?”

“It’s… so complicated,” said Lucina. “Incredibly complicated.”

“There isn’t anything that complicated about being a dragon,” said Flayn. “We’re just what we are.”

“I’m not sure I agree with that,” said Robin, “but in any case, it’s good to know this about you too, Flayn.” A pause; then: “Er…you’re a light dragon, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Flayn clapped her hands together once with a smile. “I’m not experienced enough to be able to recognize specifics like that. What type of dragon are you?”

Robin stared at her with a smile and said, “No.” Beside him, Chrom opened his mouth and then closed it again.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to discuss family later,” said Lucina, louder than she had meant to. “You’ve still got to introduce me to your dad!”

“Oh, right!” Flayn said, and the other three breathed a collective sigh of relief as she immediately dropped the subject. “Let’s go, I’m sure we can find him around here somewhere!”

Lucina allowed Flayn to lead her away, looking back over her shoulder at her parents with an apologetic grin as she went.

After she had gone, Chrom cleared his throat and said, “This is going to make holiday dinners…fun?”

Robin sighed. “I’ll remind Grima he isn’t invited,” he said.

—

A short time later, Lucina and Flayn located Seteth, who was reading quietly in a small corner of a grassy courtyard. When he noticed them approaching, he set his book aside and stood up with a small smile.

“Hello Father!” said Flayn, hurrying the last few paces toward him. “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Flayn,” said Seteth. “Who is your friend?”

This time, it was Lucina’s turn to fidget. Flayn had told her very little about her father other than that he was “churchy” and “stern but kind.” Now that it was time to actually meet him, she hoped the kindness would win out.

Flayn took her father’s hand and then Lucina’s, standing between them and smiling softly. “This is my girlfriend, Lucina,” she said, with a nervous little waver that didn’t stop her eyes from sparkling. “Lucina, this is my father.”

“Hello…sir,” said Lucina, suddenly keenly aware of how big and imposing Seteth seemed. “Good to meet you.”

Seteth sized her up, taking his time to pick her apart with his eyes before he finally spoke again. “You know how I feel about you dating,” he said, speaking to Flayn as if Lucina wasn’t there.

“I do know,” said Flayn. “She’s my girlfriend anyway.”

“Hm,” Seteth said, frowning even as he let go of Flayn’s hand in favor of offering a stiff handshake to Lucina. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. You do seem to be a regal young lady.”

“You could say that,” said Lucina. “One of my dads is a king.” And she shook Seteth’s hand.

The moment they touched, he withdraw his hand with a sharp little hiss and said, “Are you a dragon?”

“Shit,” said Lucina under her breath, ignoring the frown her cursing earned from Flayn. To Seteth, she said, “I guess you’re… also a dragon like Flayn, then?”

“Father is a very powerful dragon!” said Lucina, merrily, as if she were divulging some long kept secret to her girlfriend—and Lucina wondered if perhaps she was. “He’s much more powerful than I am.”

“I see—” Lucina began, but she was interrupted by Seteth.

“I’ve gotten used to being less endangered than we were back in our world,” he said, “and I can even get used to the idea of my daughter dating, in time. But honestly, Flayn… a Fell dragon? Really?”

“You’re a what?” said Flayn.

“I’m not!” said Lucina. “I just—I come from a line of descendants with Fell dragon blood—but I’m not a dragon! I can’t transform or magically recognize other dragons or any of the stuff you guys can do. And my dad doesn’t transform or anything either, now, so…give me a chance, okay?”

Seteth crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll leave this up to my daughter. She’s capable of making her own decisions,” he said, in a tone that indicated he fully believed she would side with him.

Flayn, however, gazed at Lucina as if she was the most beautiful person on the planet and said, “Forbidden love is so romantic!”

And so Lucina and Flayn cemented their blossoming relationship by vaguely horrifying their parents and complicating their family dynamics in the name of young love.

-end-

(At the next holiday meal, Chrom tried to talk to the girls about safe sex while Grima waited all of 20 seconds to force his way past Robin so he could have a loud argument with Seteth about divinity. Morgan made loud kissy noises about Lucina dating someone. Tiki probably showed up.)

[disillusionedjudge]

muse questions generator. generate 5 random questions about your muse and answer them!

How far is your oc willing to go in order to keep their friends safe?

I mean... there's very little Gylfie wouldn't do, heh. She'll do whatever it takes to keep those she loves safe, even if it means getting her hands bloodied again.

What is your oc's favorite household chore?

cooking! Well, for the most part - it depends on who she's cooking for, if there's anyone else. She has no problem cooking for herself, but she dreaded it when she was younger and had to cook for Telina and Takrin. Telina was a very picky child, though it had nothing to do with Gylfie's cooking, just a kid being a kid lol, and Takrin was just an ass about it. She could never do it right, so she gave up on him altogether and fought with him whenever her turn came around.

How does your oc take their coffee?

black! She doesn't care to add anything to it, though she won't complain if there's a tad bit of sugar in it.

Is your oc currently in a relationship? Are they dating or married? Would they want to get married?

as default, no, Gylfie's not in a relationship. She does have a few ships on this blog, but those are in their own aus! With that said, yes, she would like to get married one day, she'd just be hard-pressed to admit it. I talked about that a bit here, actually.

Does your oc have any other family (grandparents, cousins, etc.)? What is their relationship with them?

hell yeah, here I go lol

so, Gylfie's family is a bit of a mess considering her paternal situation, heh, so I'm gonna break it down family member to family member. I'm also gonna through it under the cut because I rambled sdfgkhjgfds

Widmund Ynarra is her "grandfather". He was Takrin's father, though he died before Gylfie was born. His death was considered an unfortunate causality of war, when in reality, he was murdered by Takrin, so he could take his place as Judge Magister. Had Gylfie known him, she would've hated him, and their relationship would have been worse than her relationship with Takrin. Widmund was cold and cruel though incredibly loyal to House Solidor, and heavily favored Takrin - influencing and warping his mind to be more like him ever since he was young.

Herewynn Grimras is her grandmother. She is Takrin's mother and was previously married to Widmund, before she divorced him when Takrin was around eight/nine years old due to Widmund's abusive nature. Takrin, however, remained with Widmund, as the divorce favored him being a loyal Judge Magister, and losing her firstborn son grieved her greatly. But Herewynn moved on with her life, though she always kept the door open for Takrin if he ever wanted to talk to her again, and remarried Baldric Grimas a year later after the divorce. She's the mother of Theodric and Arnora, and both Takrin and Theodric take after her in appearance - something that Gylfie does as well, though she looks more like Theodric than Takrin or Herewynn. Gylfie knows of Herewynn, though she's never met her, but if they knew each other, they would get along. Herewynn is stubborn and elegant, and would have spoiled her first granddaughter rotten.

Baldric Grimras is Gylfie's grandfather, though legally considered her "step-grandfather". He is the father of Theodric and Arnora, and had no relationship with Takrin, although Takrin despised him for "taking his mother away". He's quiet and steady, and works as a private tutor for nobility. He had known Herewynn for years, although the two didn't get together until a few months after her divorce from Widmund. And like Herewynn, Gylfie knows of him, but has never met him nor knows anything about him. Had they known each other, they also would've gotten along, and he would've been someone she would have trusted fully. He would've been her confidant, and would've helped keep her grounded, especially the further she got into Archadia's politics.

Arnora Holvik is the daughter of Herewynn and Baldric, the mother of twin boys, Garreth and Jorund, and Gylfie's aunt. She's younger than Theodric by three years, and had no relationship with Takrin. She knew of her half-brother, but had no desire to even try and have a relationship with him, if only because she knows he brings her mother grief when he's brought up. Arnora can come across as aloof and uncaring, but she simply struggles with connecting to other people, and cares deeply for her loved ones. She runs her own tailor in Archades alongside her husband, Vorgoth. Gylfie doesn't know of her and vice versa, but if they knew each other, they wouldn't really care for each other. They'd be cordial with each other, and if something happened, they'd help each other out, but only because they're family - otherwise, there wouldn't be many interactions outside of any visits or family reunions.

Vorgoth Holvik is the husband of Arnora, the father of twin boys, Garreth and Jorund, and Gylfie's uncle. He's a rather large and intimidating man, but in reality is an absolute sweetheart and can make friends with just about anyone. He and Arnora balance each other well with their opposite people skills, especially when it comes to running their tailor. Vorgoth essentially works the front of the house, so he's the one dealing with customers the most, while Arnora runs the back and keeps to herself. Gylfie doesn't know of him and vice versa, but they'd get along decently enough if they knew of each other - though she'd probably be a bit overwhelmed by his jolly personality. Like with Arnora, they'd be cordial with each other and help out if something happened, but wouldn't interact outside of any visits or reunions.

Garreth and Jorund Holvik are the twin sons of Arnora and Vorgoth, and Gylfie's cousins. They're four years old and quite the handful for their parents, and often spend time with their grandparents while Vorgoth and Arnora work. Like with their parents, Gylfie doesn't know of them and vice versa, but if they knew each other, she'd be doing her best to avoid them. She would have nothing against them, but they'd be a lot for her to handle, and she wouldn't want to get stuck with babysitting duty. Though, the twins would think she was really cool just because she's a Judge.

[theofficersacademy]

                                 Arval   Sephiran   Yuri   Edelgard                            Nel   Felix   Jakob   Kent   Grima                               Ayra   Veyle   Lyn   Diamant   Sothe

TEAM TAG: #AOzayin2024 LOCATION: Lilium DURATION: First part Jan 1 - 5 (noon), Second part Jan 5 - 7 (midnight)

Led by a bishop of the church, you travel to some inconspicious place in the woods outside of the monastery. When he peels back the fabric of space, you shudder. It feels like discovering a viper's nest right below where you live. With no idea what will happen when you step through, you're as prepared as you'll ever be. One deep breath and in you go…

Explosions rend the air, barely louder than the screams that rise from all around you. Blearily, you blink understanding into your surroundings: a cloudless, aquamarine sky, massive chunks of rock and twisted metal strewn across the paved street, towering skeletons of buildings, their windows blown out, leaning precariously all around you, and bodies - some moving, many still, all of them battered and bloody. As the dust settles, flames lick up a wooden pole behind you - you think maybe faces had been carved or painted into it, but it burns too quickly for you to see, and then topples across the caved roof of a house. There it sputters and dies into a log of charcoal against the smooth, dark metal that makes up the building's sides.

Where are you?

Lilium. Home. The answer comes to you from nowhere.

Yes, home.

You rush to aid whoever you can. Women and children, some infants. Not a single grown man among them.

Who did this?

██████. Static.

"Help my child. Please," the old woman in your arms pleads up at you weakly, through bruised eyes and a mouthful of blood. She points to a mound of rubble and then goes limp.

WHAT YOU KNOW

You've found yourself in a city called Lilium, currently under siege by some unknown force. You haven't been able to catch a glimpse of the attackers yet, or managed to get any information out of the people who live here. It's all-hands-on deck trying to keep people alive, so there hasn't been any time to talk.

The majority of the population seems to be women, children, and the elderly. They don't have the means to fight back, and are grateful for your aid.

The architecture of the city is unusual but familiar at the same time, and you can't figure out what year it is. Some of the buildings appear to be similar in style to what you're used to seeing around Fódlan, especially in Enbarr, but other features appear to defy what you understand to be possible: self-lighting lamps, for example, metal automatons that move on their own, and magic-powered machines.

The city is separated into four blocks. Block A, situated toward the southwest, has sustained the most damage, and only one or two buildings still stand. The attack caught the city by surprise, so there may still be survivors under the rubble… it's just been too dangerous for anyone to get close. Block B, in the southeast, is hardly any better, but there were fewer people living here at the time of the attack. This is a factory district, so supplies and weaponry may be found within the destruction. Block C, in the northwest, is the location of the infirmary, and currently has too many injured people to fit in one building. Lastly Block D, in the northeast, has been largely untouched. Those still well enough to work have begun gathering supplies here to defend their home, and aim to set up a second infirmary in the event that the first infirmary must evacuate.

Your own weapons, while you remain fully equipped with what you brought with you from Garreg Mach, look like they've seen better days. Be careful with them, since once they break, you might not be able to repair them…

WHAT TO DO

Note: When you choose a task for your character, they will not be able to leave the block until the end of the week.

BLOCK A (Risk: High)

Fight back (max: 3 people per thread) — Each participant in the thread will roll D3 before starting. Ping Mod Ree for your enemies — Traditional combat. The thread is completed once one side has lost all HP

Search for survivors (max: 2 people per thread) — Roll D6 per post. Each full Heavy Armor rank grants an additional +1 to the roll 　　　･　if 1, rubble cannot be moved without help from your partner. Your turn makes no progress, and your partner must roll a 3 or higher on their turn to help. If partner has Backup, grants one reroll. 　　　･　if 2, you disrupt an avalanche of debris. Roll D10, where 6 or higher will allow you to evade. Every point of speed currently equipped on the character grants +1 to this roll. Failing to evade inflicts -2HP (subtract -1 for every point of defense currently equipped) on character instead, and partner must roll a 3 or higher on their turn to save them instead. 　　　･　if 3, 4, 5, or 6, you have a lead. Your partner must roll 3 or higher to add to your roll. Once the combined total equals 10, you have successfully uncovered a person. Rolling a 2, however, will reset your progress. 　　　･　When you rescue someone, roll D20. If 11 or higher, they will be alive. If 10 or lower, they will be dead. Each full Faith rank grants an additional +1 to the roll

BLOCK B (Risk: High)

Fortify defenses (max: 2 people per thread) — One character will fill sandbags, the other character will place them — To fill sandbag, roll 3D5 per post to determine score. The higher the better. — To place each sandbag, roll D10 per post to determine score. The higher the better. If sandbag score is 7 or lower, subtract 1 from placement roll. If sandbag score is 4 or lower, subtract 2 from placement roll. — At the end of the week, or when the thread ends, the total score for the structure will be calculated.

Search for supplies (max: 2 people per thread) — Roll D6 per post. Each full Heavy Armor rank grants an additional +1 to the roll 　　　･　if 1, rubble cannot be moved without help from your partner. Your turn makes no progress, and your partner must roll a 3 or higher on their turn to help. If partner has Backup, grants one reroll. 　　　･　if 2, you disrupt an avalanche of debris. Roll D10, where 6 or higher will allow you to evade. Every point of speed currently equipped on the character grants +1 to this roll. Failing to evade inflicts -2HP (subtract -1 for every point of defense currently equipped) on character instead, and partner must roll a 3 or higher on their turn to save them instead. 　　　･　if 3, 4, 5, or 6, you have a lead. Your partner must roll 3 or higher to add to your roll. Once the combined total equals 10, you have successfully found something. Rolling a 2, however, will reset your progress. 　　　･　When you find something, roll D10 to determine what it is. Be sure to carefully log what you find and the amount, because it may be useful to you later. Items can be used immediately by the person who found them, or saved for next week. 　　　･　1. Scrap metal 　　　･　2. Iron Weapon (randomize: Sword, Lance, Axe, Bow, Gauntlets) 　　　･　3. Energy Block (x1) 　　　･　4. Recovery Tincture (S) 　　　･　5. Medicine (x1) 　　　･　6. Steel Weapon (randomize: Sword, Lance, Axe, Bow, Gauntlets) 　　　･　7. Recovery Tincture (randomize: M or L) 　　　･　8. Medicine (x3) 　　　･　9. Energy Block (x3) 　　　･　10. Whetstone (x1) or Scrap metal (x3) (randomize)

BLOCK C (Risk: Medium)

Help the wounded (max: 2 people per thread, at least one must have healing spell) — Consume staff uses to heal the injured in the infirmary. Roll as if healing during combat, affected by character's equipped stats. — Remember that your staves have durability, and you may not be able to recover their uses

Create medicine (max: 2 people per thread) — The infirmary has a magic-powered machine that converts herbs and other ingredients into medicine concoctions unlike any you've ever seen before. However, it takes time and energy. — Roll D4 per post. — If 1, the machine breaks down. Roll another D4 to determine cause. 　　　･　1. Out of energy. Consume Energy Block to power up again (Current # of Energy Blocks: 5) 　　　･　2. Overheating. Roll D10 to attempt to cool it with water or ice magic. Rolling 6 or higher is success. Each full rank the character has in Reason adds +1 to the roll. 　　　･　3. Unsuitable ingredient. Remove the entire concoction and start over. 　　　･　4. Jammed machinery. Roll D10 to attempt to fix the parts. Rolling 6 or higher is success. Each point of Dexterity in the character's inventory adds +1 to the roll. — Gather 1 vial of medicine every 3 successful posts (unless machine breaks down due to unsuitable ingredients, then start over). It will be consumed immediately by the nurses aiding the injured, so this will not be added to your inventory.

BLOCK D (Risk: Low)

Clean out the building for the new infirmary (max: 3 people per thread, only one thread allowed for this task) — Posts do not require rolls. Every post counts as 1 point. This will be totaled at the end of the week.

IMPORTANT NOTES

This event will be mostly driven by players unless otherwise stated. You will have tasks to complete throughout the week, the results of which may hurt or harm you in the long run. Every decision you make will impact you in one way or other, so choose wisely.

Content of a thread should NOT be limited to the requirements of a task. For example, if you choose to move rubble, you are not limited to writing your character moving rubble. Post counts and rolls are here as a way to score your progress, but that's all they should be used for. Focus on building relationships with your teammates. A post will still count for moving rubble even if you never mention rubble in your post.

We encourage thread replies to be short and quick, but still interesting for you and your teammates. While we won't be disqualifying anyone for taking longer than a day or so to reply, Mod Ree will be making sure that all threads are moving at a regular pace. Players who stall their threads will be skipped without their input.

IC failure will still progress the narrative, so use every action or outcome to build your character's immersion in the plot.

Team Zayin's team document is linked here. Please use it to take notes, log task outcomes, and keep up with threads.

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[yanderefairyangel]

Fun fact, in the japanese dub, Chrom and Robin call each other “半身” “hanshin”. The localization translate it by “other half” but literaly it means “half the body”. WAY LESS ELEGANT if I must say.

This is also referenced in this FEH comic : 

Kiran’s reasoning is due to 半身 meaning half the body in the LITERAL sense, when Chrom and Robin use it in a metaphoric sense meaning that’s their are two halves of a whole. 

Meaning that it’s what their japanese dub introduction sounds like

And yes I know that because I got my hands on clips of the japanese dub. 

By the way, anyone wondering, those events are not badly translated though the localization did a lot of stuff to make it sounds elegant compared to a literal transaltion, keeping freedom but still convying the same idea.

For instance when Chrom wakes up, he says that he won’t be able to use his catchphrase “There are better place to sleep than the ground you know” when the localizers have him says that he won’t be able to tease Robin for his long naps, which is more or less the same idea but... the fact that they erased an Awakening easter egg is unforgivable.

For the one wondering what they say about Emmeryn, Robin originally state “When we lost Emmeryn, Holy King Chrom’s sister, I swore that I would become his half so that we could make up for each’s other’s immaturity” (have mercy on me, it’s ugly I know, but it’s the literal translation).

And the one wondering if Chrom killed Grima making it canon when we all know that the sacrifice ending, that’s the translation again. When Lucina interacts with Robin she ask if Reflet-san comes with her father and he answers “Yes, I keep on fighting by Chrom’s side” 

before she declares this 

“I am not confident in fighting you, my father’s half-body, but I’ll do my best”... YES OTHER HALF IS MUCH BETTER!! OR USE THE FRENCH DUB SOLUTION (the french dub refers to Robin ( Daraen in the European version) as Le second de Chrom, in short his right hand man, but in French the pun with  半身 still survives due to the fact that well..; second is transparent so I guess you would understand)

But overall there is no weird thing of the localizations concerning Awakening’s plot being mistreated, they just erased easter eggs and sometimes over translated stuff that can creates confusion, especially when Emmeryn’s paralogue as debatable canoncity

And while it’s not really important, the localizers kind of change the original Lucina reunion scene because in the Original, Reflet says “ Chrom was really worried about you, he could not shut up” (literaly but it can also be understood that Chrom was noisy) and Chrom answer “There was no need to tell her, Reflet” or more literaly

Like I said it doesn’t really change much except Robin is being less teasing towards Chrom and erasing the fact that Robin is teasing Chrom the same way he calls Frederick Freddy Bear is an unforgivable crime against humanity

Asides from that the dialogue pretty much display the same idea except Chrom saying he was relieved to see Lucina’s face makes me wonder if he ever misses his OTHER daughter. No, not Cynthia! I am talking about baby Lucina !

And also, hanshin is your answer to “Why is Robin so small”. He is the small half.

[rafent]

"Ah, hello! Rafal, was it? I am Leanne, of the heron tribe." Leanne makes her way to the grumpy dragon's side soon after the rest of her comrades disperse. The silver-haired man is a dragon, his self-proclamation confirming her suspicions. He feels more similar to Grima than Kurth or any of the other dragon laguz, but he's a lot more forward about his heritage. Interesting! "I do apologize if we bothered you earlier. While it is important to build rapport, it was not my intention to cause you distress."

Leanne's instinct is to hum a soothing galdr to dispel the tension and soothe the man's distress. It takes her some small amount of time to realize the folly of this--Rafal had specifically complained about the shanties, and here she is following that up with her own tune! Hopefully the magic already released will ease things, but if the dragon truly cannot stand the sound of singing…

Leanne fishes in her pocket, procuring a small wrapped caramel. She'd packed a fair few sweets for this journey, thinking it wise to bring along easily-preserved, high-energy snacks--plus, of course, they taste quite good. Rafal seems to have a taste for them, so maybe this can serve as penance for earlier?

"Please accept this with my most sincere apologies, Rafal. And another, for my own mistake." Two caramels is a little costly, but he obviously needs it, given his attitude. And if she is to speak with him on the topic she so desires, she simply must get in his good graces. "We herons utilize galdr, songs of old magic. It is instinct for me to slip into it sometimes, and I did not mean to reoffend your sensory sensibilities."

"Forgive me for asking, but you said you are a dragon, yes?" Leanne wracks her brains, trying to remember the information on her comrades. He is from...Elyos, yes? The same land as Zelkov and Alear. "I am not certain the classification of dragons where you live, but in my homeland of Tellius, there are dragon laguz with a similar--" oh, what is the best word to describe this in modern? "--feeling-aura, to you. It is wonderful to meet you!"

After his episode Rafal found the quietest corner he could, wishing not to be bothered and expecting it, too. Not many brave souls saw fit to approach the prickly Fell Dragon after he showed his true colors; his fury easily ignited, his attitude severe sometimes even cruel. It thus struck him as a mystery when an ally sought him out with kinder words than his earlier outburst deserved, even going so far as to come with a pair of offerings in hand.

"Humph, your intentions are transparent. Come to buy my forgiveness? You will find that I am not an easy man."

He said that but accepted the caramel drops without a second thought. The rustling of a wrapper followed next. Eager to pop the accompanying source of sugary salvation into his mouth, he nestled the caramel in the inside of his cheek where a maple-like flavor spread outwards. A bit warm, a bit misshapen from the heat of a pocket, but absolutely divine. He made a noise straddling a sigh and a moan. It tasted salty and sweet like the sea, though Rafal didn't wish to be reminded of his sickly circumstances any more than necessary—ah, but he had company, didn't he?

Returned to Leanne's presence, he trained his attention more carefully- curiously- upon the delicate heron to find that their inhuman natures were mirrored even if not identical. Such a fact was reflected in her curiosity for his origins. He would have been lying if he said his sense of intrigue wasn't piqued just the same. Galdr? Old magic? "I am a dragon, yes. A Fell Dragon to be specific." Though it was knowledge that might have earned him fear or hatred from those outside Gradlon, Rafal didn't hesitate to say it. He continued just as smoothly.

"I know not of your dragon laguz, but in my world there are a number of dragons. My kind is born in pairs of twins. All of us children of Sombron—each destined to fight and kill their twin and their half-siblings in the struggle to be his one true heir."

Those were only the basics- and as much information as two candydrops could earn. Beyond the schematics, Rafal would not go into details about their powers. His goal to stop here, however, wasn't marked by any unfriendliness; in fact he went so far as to grant sweet Leanne the boon of a warning. "In any case, I will remember your name, Leanne of the heron tribe. But if you wished to make friends, you are better off finding someone else. My twin would have served a kinder prospect than I."

[roboraindrop]

18 for Grima~

@askthelovenest

@askthelovenest

Aaaaaa thank you for this!! I'm sorry that it's 20 years long kjsdfnk

18: Accidental Flustering

The halls of Orthanc were not particularly decked, and there was no merriment to speak of. Safe to say that things were not very merry where they were trapped, the two servants of Saruman. One served by way of his own choices, the other by way of capture. However they had ended up in the tower that stood tall in the center of Isengard did not truly matter, for both were now trapped by the white wizard's cruelty.

Grima, the one they called Wormtongue, was sick for home; A home he could no longer return to. A home that he, himself, had a hand in ruining. While he normally could fight away his fits of self-loathing for the sins he had committed- At least until nightfall, where the walls closed in around him and there was no one but him and the stars to know the depths of his treachery - This winter seemed particularly troubling for the man. Not that it particularly mattered to him; Back in Rohan, there had always been someone around to mask his sorrowed moods for. Here, in the dark halls of Orthanc, he was there to perform his duty to Saruman; Nothing more. There was none who cared whether his mood was soured.

None, that is, save for his captured counterpart. Rain, the half-elf half-dwarf with the gift of foresight, had been captured by Saruman for their gift. What could be more useful in the tides of battle than knowing your enemy's next move? Unfortunately, their gift had a few ironically unforseen snags, and they were left at the wizard's mercy. They had found a sort of solace in their misery though, an unexpected friend in Grima Wormtongue.

"What troubles you, Grima?" Rain had asked, "I see the shadows of guilt in your heart."

"What troubles me?" Grima responded slowly, still very much getting used to the idea that Rain never called him by the cruel nickname of Worm that so many had given him. He looked out towards the large window, snow falling lightly. "You know not of what was once my home," He spoke almost bitterly, words laced with a regret that he could not return, "Of the traditions we held in esteem, the celebrations that once filled the great halls with laughter. Now only echoes in my mind…"

"I see," Rain spoke with an understanding that they did not understand his guilt; Something they had found quite useful in their pursuits to get closer with Grima. "You heart is perhaps missing the winter traditions of home? I recall around this time Yule is celebrated in the north."

Grima was silent for a moment. Could he even call Rohan his home after hat he had done to it? What he had wrought? Did he even deserve to miss the feast when he had caused, directly and indirectly, so much bloodshed? "Yule…" Regardless of his guilt, he spoke the word like an old friend, "…Yes, perhaps whatever I have left of a heart is missing the feast, and the celebration."

"We should have our own feast, then! Our own celebration!"

Grima blinked, the suggestion sudden and enthusiastic from his smaller companion. They were always so full of energy. "A feast? A celebration? Here?" He could have laughed, were it not for how genuinely excited they seemed to be, "What feast could we have here, with such little supplies? What warmth or laughter could fill these halls? It will never be."

"It will not be the same as you remember," Rain admitted, a smile on their countenance, "But I foresee a warm hearth, and good company."

"How…? How can such mirth exist here?"

"You leave that to me."

--

That was how the two ended up now inside of Rain's chambers, a fire in the hearth, a small feast of various gathered foods, and a bottle of wine between the two of them. His guilt still ate at him, but the air of bitterness had seemed to fall from Grima at the display Rain put forth; Even the walls were decorated with some makeshift garland, and hand-crafted holly. He dared not question them on where they found it.

"I know this is not home," Rain said softly, approaching him and placing a hand upon his arm, "But for the night, will it suffice?"

Grima felt the warmth of fire's glow on his face, surely a direct result of the lit hearth and nothing more. "This display…" He found himself getting a bit choked up, which he tried desperately to fight against, clearing his throat, "You have put much work into this, I see. It… Will suffice."

The half-elf smiled then, "If you will feast with me, I shall sing for you."

Grima's expression was one of slight shock. He hadn't expected this much from Rain, not in the least. At a loss for much of anything else to say, he simply nodded. "I would feast by your side any day."

The two ate, and after the sound of song filled the air. Rain's voice was as unique as they were; Not as graceful as a full-blooded ef, though not as clunky or brash as a full-blooded dwarf. They were somewhere in-between, and Grima found that he enjoyed that immensely. They were different, different like him. He clapped when they finished their song, a rare genuine smile upon his face.

This smile made Rain light up like the fire, their eyes not leaving his face. How they longed to see that smile more often!

"Your song is beautiful," The man admitted, "I would hear more, if you should wish."

"You're beautiful," Rain echoed, their eyes still locked on his smiling face. At the realization of what they'd said, their face began to turn red, and they stammered, "I-I mean…! I didn't mean…! I only meant…" The wine must have been getting to them, they thought, seeming to forget that the bottle had not yet been opened.

Grima seemed to freeze at their words. Had they really just said what he thought hey had? Did they call him… Beautiful? He once again felt the heat of the flames on his face, "Y-you speak nonsense," He replied, a bit of color to his pale cheeks, "There is no beauty to a man like myself."

Rain seemed to compose themself at this, looking at him with their head tilted at an angle. "No beauty to a man like you?" Oh, if he only knew… Suddenly, their very bones ached with the desire to tell him, to show him, to make him see just what they saw in him. "My dearest Grima," They shook their head, "It may have been a slip of the tongue, but I was right in saying what I said."

Their words. They were always so free with their damn words. It got under his skin in a way that Grima couldn't quite explain. It wasn't an annoyance, so much as a… Jealously. Why should they get to speak so freely, when expressing his feelings felt like forcing a solid through a sieve? "You… You speak with a drunken tongue," He said quickly, "The alcohol makes your judgement weak."

"No alcohol has passed my lips," They assured, "And I believe I have more to say."

Grima remained silent, his mouth going dry as his eyes darted across their face. What more could they possibly say? The man was already quite flustered.

"You think yourself irredeemable, Grima, but you are not so evil." These words struck him, and he felt as if his chest were caving in as they spoke. what right did they have to make him feel like this? "You have made mistakes, used poor judgement, had a weak will. This does not make you evil. I see goodness in your heart, that is the root of your sadness and regret. Those are the hallmarks of a good man."

"You know not of what you speak," Grima said, his tone warning, but wavering, as if there were tears just below the surface, aching to make their way out, "I have done terrible things. I am a worm."

"You are a man," They said gently, taking a step forward and reaching up to cup his face in their warm hands, "You are deserving of kindness, of love. You deserve forgiveness. Especially your own."

"Rain…" Grima spoke their name softly, a whisper on his lips, "How can you see such things in me?"

"I have eyes," They said simply, "As long as I have eyes to see, I will see your heart…" They used one of their hands to brush some hair from his face, tucking the strand behind his ear. "I will see who you are, truly, and I will love you regardless."

" Love?" The man scoffed, betraying the softness that he felt in the moment. He could have gazed at Rain and their sweet yellow eyes forever. "You speak of love so casually."

"I do," They answered, "Only because I feel it so strongly. You, Grima," They returned their hand to his cheek, where their thumb rubbed gentle circles, "Are deserving of all of the love that I have to offer. Even if you were not, I would still offer it."

"Then you are a fool."

"Let me be a fool, then. Let me be the fool who loves you."

With no words left to argue, Grima closed his eyes and started to feel like maybe, there in the warm glow of the firelight, he could start to believe them.

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

Since I've been thinking about fe12 recently naturally I started thinking about my favorite fe12 character Katarina (she's like... my 4th favorite for fe overall, but since Grima/Robin and Chrom are number 1 and 2 and SO far ahead of everyone else that it's kind of unfair, she's basically second place when it comes to characters who have NOT infected me with constant and irremediable brainrot).

Specifically I'm thinking about how the scene she has with Marth when she joins and how if she had her way she would have had Marth execute her, but...

"You're just running from your sins." MARTH GO OFF!!!

"If you truly regret what you've done, then live. I want you to atone with your life, not your death." YES MARTH DESTROY THE REDEMPTION IN DEATH TROPE!!!

Look, Marth might not be my most beloved fe protagonist of all time, but he gets MAJOR points for this conversation ALONE. And honestly it is all the more tragic how his descendants get so caught up in the cycle of violence and vengeance when Marth already understood that justice does not mean killing everyone who has done you wrong. Oh BOY did the exalted line ever lose the plot there.

I know Lucina is the one who gets compared to Marth most, and Tiki even says that Chrom is more similar to one of Marth's ancestors than Marth himself, but honestly Chrom's "You are yourself, before you are any man's son/daughter." really does echo "You will think for yourself and find your own answer." I think Marth would be really proud of him for that response to finding out his best friend is the child of someone who came to assassinate his sister.

And, haha, speaking of Grima brainrot...

I REALLY WISH CHROM HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ROBIN, YOU KNOW???

Ugh, Robin my beloved. I want to freeze time, like, right here

Okay, not necessarily here. This is... fair enough for a heroic sacrifice...

Uh-huh, this tracks...

There! Can we freeze right there? Robin what the FUCK are you saying? These two lines why I can never be at peace with the sacrifice ending no matter how you frame the narrative. "It's only right" that Robin dies with Grima??? No. No!

See, if it weren't for that specific line, we could just accept that Robin is doing something they don't really want to do and that they know will hurt people because they truly believe it's the only way to truly protect the future, but... no. When they say "It's only right we meet our end together." it becomes something else. Is this REALLY the only way to protect the people of the future (Chrom doesn't think it is. The rest of the Shepherds don't think it is either, which you can see from their lines if you choose to let Chrom land the final blow) or are you just trying to run from your past life, Robin? To escape the weight of what you've done and what you see now that you're capable of doing all over again? Is there anything heroic or even "sacrificial" if saving the world is just the convenient excuse for getting rid of yourself?

Chrom would agree with Marth's feelings. He would say "If you truly regret what you've done, then live." But he CAN'T because Robin did not reveal this extremely distressing line of thinking until the absolute last second before landing the final blow on Grima and ensuring their own death. Of course Chrom would never speak a word against Robin after that. Frankly, I think he was kind of robbed. (And kind of on purpose... When you think about it, is there really THAT much difference between Grima trying to make Robin look like a tragic hero by offering that yes/no choice to submit to them vs Robin becoming a tragic hero by "sacrificing" themself at the end of a grand final battle?)

Anyway, I would absolutely love to see a Robin/Katarina harmonic in FEH someday... I think if that ever happened, Katarina would probably say something about Robin reminding her of Kris (because Avatars) but really, Robin is so much like her that I'd just love to see them talk to each other about literally anything.

(Also, on a slightly tangential note... I know that in canon, Robin strikes Chrom with Thoron at the Dragon's Table, but I feel like as a fandom we are really missing out by not taking some artistic liberties and making it Katarina's Bolt instead. I mean. The SYMBOLISM. Especially when it comes to good timeline Robin, who might think to bring that tome to the Dragon's Table instead of Thoron because it has lower might.)