#I haven’t slept god please be coherent and not come off as rude

[warden-melli]

I don’t think Melli would avoid pop music at all, especially if he felt like that would be the most appealing genre to the widest audience. We know that his whole overconfident, and snooty demeanour is an act used to overcome his true shyness, and to project the kind of person he feels would best help Adaman to be a great leader (confirmed in the daybreak update). I could absolutely see him performing pop music, even if that wouldn’t necessarily be his preferred genre, if he felt as if it would be the best way to achieve his goals. Plus pop is an enormous genre, encompassing countless sub genres and is frequently combined with other genres making it very hard to avoid entirely at all

I don’t feel as if country would be right for him either. Country music at its core tells stories about everyday people, and tends to be very down to earth. Again, there’s countless sub genres of country music, but if we’re talking modern mainstream radio country, I don’t think that would match with his personality at all. Melli portrays himself in quite a refined way with an almost royal manner, and deliberately goes out of his way to portray himself as someone who is “above” regular people (using phrases like “little people” is a great example of this), something I think would clash terribly with the down to earth nature of most country music. This is more interpretive, but the pose he is given in his offical art implies he’s more of a belter, a singing technique not as commonly utilised within the country genre, so again I feel like it’s unlikely it would be a genre he’d be drawn to (side note: it was this pose that lead me to correctly deducing that Melli was a singer long before it was confirmed in the Japanese art book)

Given his numerous use of french words and phrases, and his general manner and personality (or at least what he wants you to believe is his personality), I actually thing that alternative europop would be a good pick for a genre he’d thrive in (think Mika. Incredible vocal performance, an air of sophistication, combined with experimental and often dark lyrics, with more of a melodic dance oriented sound, with overt queer themes). While I can’t really see him as a country singer, I could see him exploring other genres of folk music, especially more darker alternative folk, or even folk punk (with a vocal twist)

I definitely agree though that he’d also excel at contemporary rock and other genres of alternative, and with his pokemon as indicators of his true values (his partner is literally the punk skunk pokemon, and the rest of his team are very edgy both in typing and design) I could see this being his preferred genre, even if he is willing to “sell out” to appeal to a wider audience

You are absolutely entitled to your own interpretation, and I’d love to hear more about how you came to it. Even though I may disagree your opinion is 100% valid, it’s just that my own interpretation of the character leads me to a different conclusion. I really hope this doesn’t come off rude, I just really love Melli and can’t pass up an opportunity to analyse him, even in a hypothetical sense

If Melli was a modern musician, what genre of music do you think he’d play/sing?

[fireemblems24]

Azure Moon: Chapter 17

I'm an emotional wreck right now.

If you're looking for a coherent review of events - this isn't it. I'm going to need to cry in a corner for a bit first.

Pre Battle:

Oh, right. Now Gilbert and Rodrigue are talking about fog. Did they just forget to make this Fog or War or something? Not that I'm complaining.

Oh, boy, Duscur talk. Poor Rodrigue. He lost a best friend and two sons that day 😭I still hope Felix forgives him. I really don't think Rodrigue did anything wrong.

So I had to look up who Lady Patricia was again, and please, dear God, no. Please tell me Dimitri's step-mother didn't arrange that.

The writers are like - how much trauma can we shove into one character: all of it. Oh, wait, oh wait, let's have his step-mother arrange his brutal death too! Oh, great idea. 😑

HOLY SHIT - DIMITRI ALMOST DIED AT DUSCUR. HE DIDN'T TELL ME THAT. OMG. All this time.

So he spent the whole time talking about how everyone else got hurt and didn't even mention he ALMOST DIED 😭😭😭😭. This character makes my heart hurt.

So are we gonna see Patricia again? Is she part of that evil mage group?? God I hope not.

Oh, no, the messenger to the Alliance got killed. That explains how the game is going to be like - no two lords for you! - even when it makes more sense to team up in AM. Did this happen in VW too? That would explain why Dimitri didn't want to join Claude tbh.

Sounds like a pretty brutal death too. 100% picked it was the Empire. Dimitri's all about it lol.

Oh, "Maiden" Fleche is back.

Good God this feels 100x more epic on AM than VW. I'm honestly starting to feel sorry for Claude. He got done dirty compared to the other two.

And now it's Ferdinand's birthday. Now is not the time, bro.

I'm betting it's the same cut scene? I get to see Dimitri say "Kill every last one of them again" lol.

Edelgard be like - last time we were classmates fighting, this time I'm here to kill all of you and take over your lands.

Battle:

Alright - the battle. Thankfully I have Bernie recruited so no more fires for her, poor thing.

Lysithea and Ignatz are on here though. I'm assuming Claude retreats? Probably not the other two. But I'm trying to stick to the "kill everyone" (or I guess I should say "Kill every last one of them!" lol).

Gotta have Dimitri fight Claude and Edelgard to get that sweet-sweet dialogue.

Dimitri's just going to solo the alliance troops. Batallion Wrath/Vantage/Retribution is one hell of a drug. Just gotta watch out for gambits, but only really worried about Claude tbh.

Claude's range is too big, which is why Dimitri's taking that route. Thematically I'd love to watch him just solo all the Empire troops, but I can't risk Claude flying around if I want that unique battle dialogue.

LAMO - Byleth crit Hubert. Though, interesting note. In VW, Dedue insists he can still fight when he's defeated, and Dimitri tells him to get off the battlefield and live (rudely). Hubert says he needs to retreat, and Edelgard says nothing about his injuries.

Oh, shit, Petra too. Didn't see her there.

And now Leonie and Hilda too. Does Hilda retreat like Hubert and Dedue?

So Leonie, Lysithea, and Ignatz are dead. Hilda, Petra, and Hubert retreated. Hubert really likes to show up, get his ass handed to him, and then retreat. Who do you end up doing this to more, Hubert or the Death Knight?

Guys, I think Dimitri might have an issue with Edelgard. If you let them fight each other in VW, does he say the same thing?

OMG Edelgard philosophizing about death after Dimitri's like - pick a way to die. For some reason this is amusing.

And then he crits. Dimitri likes doing that.

Oh, shocking, she retreats too.

OMG Dimitri was MVP (shocking, I know), but it's so amusing to see "Dimitri's motivation is maxed out" right after criting Edelgard.

Post Battle:

So Dimitri goes to chase after Edelgard, which kills him in VW.

Man he sounds so enraged - like a setback after the progress. And yelling at Rodrigue 😭

Oh, shit, what is Fleche doing here.

Man, this is so much more intense than VW.

Oh shit - Fleche stabbed Dimitri. OMG. Saw that coming. Rodrgue's so worried.

Oh shit. Oh God. Rodrigue just died saving Dimitri, didn't he? Dimitri wasn't even going to fight back, was he?

OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭

He's really dying guys. Why.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

WHY DID HE DIE THOUGH?

"Live for what you believe in. Your life is your own."

If I ever hear anyone shit-talk Rodrigue, I'm going to have words.

Oh, shit Felix. Felix never made up with his father.

Nevermind, I want VW back. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(Oh, wait, nevermind, Dimitri just died in VW. I take that back)

Chris Hackey though. (I get the feeling he really liked Dimitri. How could you not, though?)

Oh shit guys, I'm getting watery-eyed.

Rodrigue just fucking died saving Dimitri.

Yo - Lambert is hot though. WHY DO ALL THAT HOT OLDER GUYS DIE? Please someone look out for Seteth.

Oh, shit Lambert should've listened to Rodrigue.

Rodrigue is so loyal and good. Fuck any haters.

On a side note - Byleth pretty badass taking Fleche out.

Ok - here comes the Byleth part.

Dimitri's "I haven't slept in a week" look is gone.

Oh, shit, where is he going? He's going to leave, isn't he?

C'mon, Byleth, don't let him leave. 😭😭😭

Dimitri thinks he'd just too far gone 😭😭😭😭😭😭

There's Survivor's Guilt, and then there's Dimitri, holy shit.

OMG his little voice wavers asking the professor for answers. Dimitri's going to be the end of me.

Also - Chris Hackney is a gem. Like, all the VAs are pretty good with a few exceptions, but Dimitri demands more range than most of them, and he sells all of it. It's what Dimitri deserves though.

I picked "You must forgive yourself," because holy hell 😭😭😭

He really just thinks he has no value, doesn't he. 😭😭😭

"As the sole survivor of that day, do I . . . Do I have the right to live for myself?" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And Byleth just reaches out her hand again 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Your hands are so warm . . . have they always ben" 😭😭😭

Shit, man, I don't like Byleth much, but this is good shit. Maybe I like Byleth a little.

Next Chapter title is "The King's Triumphant Return" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hell yeah, we're going to free the Kingdom!

Does this mean I get Dimitri's supports now?

Oh, boy, Dimitri's here. And Dedue's worried about his wounds. OFC he is.

He sounds so normal now.

Dimitri's apologizing. Is it weird to feel proud of a character? Because I feel proud of a character.

"I wish to do the right thing from now on." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OMG, Dimitri, this route is an emotional ride.

Hell yeah, let's go kick the Empire out of the Kingdom!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He's finally going to start living for himself, I'm just feel like a proud mom.

OMG FELIX CALLED HIM DIMITRI. WHY IS THIS ROUTE LIKE THIS?😭😭😭

I love all the Blue Lions so much. They're all precious.

[billxharry]

As a very special “This blog now has 100 followers!” post (I missed the landmark though, it suddenly jumped to 103!)  I want to post something not of my own doing, but rather a very special submission I was sent. As I mentioned, when I started this blog, I honestly thought, after so long shipping these two by myself, it would just essentially be me, talking to me, but I was really hoping when the second movie was released, *perhaps* a few would join me. I however, absolutely did not expect to be sent fanfiction. To be sent anything honestly made this blog worth it 1000000%, but to be sent fanfiction of such quality is… more than I could have hoped for. Thank you so, so much @ rebel-scum-12il96m18. This was such a treat, and thank you for allowing me to share it with the rest of the followers. As I’ve already told you, I hereby decree you the residential writer here at BillxHarry. without further ado, please, everyone, read this.  

“I’m Spontaneous”

Author:  @ rebel-scum-12il96m18

Summary: Bill and Harry take a ride on the boat - nowhere in particular - Bill’s ranting turns to Harry making a decision to be more spontaneous.

The boat rocked smoothly on the waves. The sun was shining brightly overhead, giving off a heat the bordered unbearable. Most of the day was spent with Harry leaning against one of the poles, a book in his hands, silently turning the pages, glancing up every so often to Bill who sat the the tip of the boat, his leg crossed over the other, notebook resting on his knee, pen in hand, scribbling away with ideas. Bill sighed in frustration, biting the end of his pen, squinting at the paper in front of him.

Harry gave a short laugh and shook his head, lowering his head again back to his book. “You’re doing great, Bill.”

“You haven’t read it,” Bill sighed exasperated. “It’s terrible, I can’t form my thoughts into coherent sentences to put onto the page.”

“So take a break,” Harry replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. In a way, it was. They had taken the boat out that day to relax, and the only reason  Bill had turned to writing was because an idea had struck him and he wanted to get it written down before he forgot. That, of course, turned into a full fledged writing session, making Harry glad he’d happened to bring along a book.

Reluctantly, the notebook and pen were set aside in favor of Bill taking a seat on the floor next to Harry. Bill was reminded of the time when they first met when Harry admitted to having read and loved his books. The first time Bill could remember caring about hearing anybody’s praise of his books.

Now they sat in silence, Bill allowing Harry to finish his chapter before striking up a conversation. It wasn’t long before a slip of paper was pressed into the book and it was closed with a soft snap. Harry turned to face his friend - God, he wished to be more than that - and waved a hand is an encouraging way.

“Alright,” he spoke, pushing up his sunglasses. “Tell me about the book.”

Bill gave him a questioning look. “You know all about the book, I’ve talked your ear off about it.”

“Yes, but this is a method I learned awhile back called the ‘rubber duck method’ or something along those lines,” he waved his hand again, more dismissive than anything else. “It’s used a lot in programing. When you’re staring at lines and lines of code for hours on end, things tend to get a bit jumbled up. They grab a rubber duck, sit down, and explain everything they’re doing. Because they’ll know what they’re talking about and it sorts it out in their heads and they figure out where exactly they went wrong or what they may need guidance in.” He paused for a minute, letting Bill soak in the roundabout story he just told. “So, here I am. I’m your rubber duck. Explain the book to me.”

And so Bill did. He explained how he feels it needs to share the similar aspects of his last books without feeling exactly the same. That’s where he was feeling stuck, everything seemed too much the same.

Bill continued to talk and Harry loved every second of it. He could listen to Bill talk for hours, but about 30 minutes in, Harry hated to admit he’d tuned out. Too focused on the way Bill moved his hands while he talked, or how he looked everywhere rather than fixated on one spot. Harry had never been happier to be wearing sunglasses, knowing that the other man couldn’t see the way his eyes stole glances to his lips every so often.

The boat rocked against the current. Harry’s mind was everywhere at once. He wished more than anything that he could be as spontaneous as Bill, to have the nerve to pack a bag and head off on some wild adventure to nowhere in particular, to see the world the way Bill saw it.

Harry didn’t know how long Bill hadn’t been talking for but when he rezoned himself, Bill was staring at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You okay, bud?”

Screw it, why couldn’t Harry be spontaneous once in a while?

In a moment Harry’s lips found Bill’s, one hand on Bill’s shoulder, the other on his own leg. It was messy and inexperienced and Harry pulled away almost as soon as it had started, leaving Bill with no time to process and react accordingly.

Harry was stumbling out apologies as soon as his lips were free, hand falling from Bill’s shoulder into his lap. Rambling on about how Bill was straight and, “that was very much out of line,” and, “I probably just ruined our entire friendship with one impulse decision,” and, “this is why I never do spontaneous things, they always turn out terrible-.”

Harry was silenced before anything other than a soft gasp could escape him. Bill’s hand came to cup the side of Harry’s face, his other hand placing itself on top of the one still on Harry’s knee. He sat there frozen for a moment, too confused to respond.

He finally snapped out of his trance and realized holy shit, Bill was kissing him.

Finally, Harry began to respond, Bill’s lips guiding Harry’s into a more steady rythem, the hand on Harry’s cheek moving to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss, Harry’s free hand found its way back to Bill’s shoulder, his other turning upward to press his palm into Bill’s. It was Bill, of course, who interlocked their fingers. They stayed like this for a minute, blissful and relaxed. Just feeling each other so close and warm and happy.

When they broke, they didn’t pull away from each other, just stayed there, staring at each other, searching the other’s soul for signs of regret or doubt as to what just happened.

“If,” Bill broke the silence between them, “all your spontaneous activities are anything like that one, please be more spontaneous.”

They shared a laugh but for slightly different reasons; Bill laughed partly because he was nervous, Harry laughed partly because he could only imagine what would happen if he acted on every impulse he had when he was around Bill, but both laughed also because they were so relieved to have finally moved in some direction between them. They’d been chasing after each other for ages, since they met before Sophie’s wedding.

Harry’s head shook slightly, his face going serious. “You’re straight,” was all he said before unwinding himself from Bill’s arms and moving to stand up.

A hand caught his wrist, causing him to pause his standing process. Bill scooted closer to him, his face inches away from Harry’s, “When did I ever say I was straight?”

Harry tilted his head. “What does that mean?”

Bill gave a slight smile. “It means what it means.” He moved a little closer. “Look, I don’t like labels, they’re too constricting. At least when it comes to sexuality. I’ve never said once that I was straight.”

Harry opened his mouth to say something, closed it, thought a second, and finally spoke. “But you’ve only ever been with women,” he pointed out, not trying to sound rude, simply trying to make sense of the situation.

Bill chuckled a little. “And you slept with Donna and possibly got her pregnant. Who you see or sleep with has no effect on who you are.” He gave another soft laugh as Harry thought this over, nodding in agreement. “And besides, haven’t you ever met someone who’s into guys and gals?”

Harry didn’t have any time to respond, their lips were together again. Neither one knew who innishiated it but neither really cared. They were content with the fact that it had started. And once it started, it didn’t stop for what seemed like ages. Harry pulled away for air, their lips still finding each other in small pecks while each of them caught their breath.

“Maybe you’re right,” Harry spoke between kisses.

Bill made a questioning hum in response.

“I do need to be more spontaneous.”