#and alfonse's childhood friend

[remnant-emblemeer]

taking a step back and looking at the Heroes setup as a genuine Fire Emblem plot structure is actually fucking wild. imagine being Alfonse or Sharena, desperately trying to amass an army to protect your kingdom, and then your mysterious hoodie-wearing friend fires their glock at a stone shrine before screaming expletives because the hero that appeared from thin air wasn't sexy enough

[moe-broey]

Askr Man Accidentally Acquires At Least A Dozen Sisters (On Top of Already Having A Sister, Like, Biologically) (Allegedly)

[hulloitsdani]

Um. So. I may have gotten stressed and started transcribing FEH’s story mode. Might currently have all of book 1 written down. Perhaps a third of the way into book 2.

This started as a way to have the preface chapters handy since they’re not replayable. But then I looked on the FE wiki and saw that they only have a small fraction of the chapters written down. And that scared me, because means that my hyperfixation has a nonzero chance of becoming lost media if the app were to go down one day. So now I have all of book 1 in my back pocket, including the preface, two intermissions, and the two relevant xenologues. Once I’m further along and have a few more books accounted for, I have no problem making the document public. But until then I encourage others to also write some of its content down. Just in case, you know? Especially those prologues and Tempest Trials.

With that PSA out of the way, omg book 1 hi!!!! It’s been forever!!!!

Apparently, I haven’t reread book 1 in its entirety since I first played Heroes! I’ve gone back to look for specific scenes and replayed the levels on harder difficulties (self inflicted or otherwise), but I haven’t done a thorough second pass before. Which was news to me, because that meant I was consistently blindsided by scenes and characterization that I completely forgot about! Did any of you remember that Zacharias was apparently Alfonse and Sharena’s childhood friend? I didn’t! But there it is, chapter 7 part 5 after battle cutscene, Anna specifies that aspect of their relationship. That’s crazy! How does the timeline even line up on that??? If he spent his childhood in Askr, how did he manage to have a strong relationship with his significantly younger sister? How did he find himself rubbing shoulders with enemy royalty? Could he have inadvertently met Peony? I’m not changing my takes on his character, but I would love to know.

Speaking of character, apparently seven years spent writing a character naturally changes how they sound! Who would have thought. It made seeing the book 1 versions of our Askr trio a little jarring, but in an oddly nostalgic way! This was a phase of the game where the story, its characters, and its world existed with the singular purpose of introducing new players to what Heroes was trying to do. Which was, at the time, being a cute yet unobtrusive gacha app tie in with simplified FE mechanics to give you that gameplay fix on the go. And to its credit, it does do a good job of this! It ain’t a masterpiece, but I was charmed by its emphasis on showing off all these cool characters you could go summon. Ryoma gets to talk for a few lines and you are going to look at his very pretty art! But that meant that the world and characters of Zenith take a bit of a backseat. They’re not here to be too complicated. The Order of Heroes are the friendly faces that go on adventures and meet these heroes that you can summon for only $19.99. But we all know where the game and its story is going to go from here. That emphasis is going to wane as FEH grows into its own identity (and also earn IntSys over $1 billion worldwide).

But that’s a later development. Before that fundamental shift is where book 1 sits. It’s in this fascinating position where these characters have yet to solidify into their recognizable forms. And if you don’t believe me, chapter 9 part 4 has a scene where Sharena and Alfonse’s roles have reversed. For once, Sharena is posing the cautionary “what if the information we are getting from this total stranger is a trap?”, to which Alfonse responds “nah I’m getting a vibe that it’s fine and that we should believe him whole heartedly.” Like??? Huh???? It’s Bruno, but still, that’s hilarious! Alfonse’s pragmatism bordering on paranoia hasn’t established itself as a massive driver of his character yet. Nor has Sharena’s role as trusting emotional core and moral compass of the group. It was very easy to borderline Mandela Effect it into being there, but it isn’t. Not quite. There are hints, sure, but once again these characters were initially made to be simple at the time. The depth doesn’t quite exist yet.

It wasn’t until I was writing this very paragraph that it finally dawned on me why the Askr trio voice lines, especially Alfonse’s lines, are such a big deal. That's where Alfonse’s character arc with trusting Kiran resides. There's the pragmatism we know and love! It’s not super present in the text of book 1, but the depth of these characters can be found in the voice lines you unlock from building them and earning the crown jewel level 40 conversation. That’s where Alfonse’s arc with his self isolating behaviors crumbles at that sight of one silly tactician. That’s where Sharena finally wins a fight against her own loneliness by forming genuine friendship with this stranger form a strange land, who is appreciative of her loud eccentricities. That’s where Anna apologizes about her initial underestimation of Kiran, thanks them for being more reliable than she could have ever hoped for, and swears that whatever hell may come their way, they’re in this together. The books themselves don’t seem to reflect this characterization until book 2, where they overall act more in accordance with the rest of the narrative. It’s as if they're taking from the voiced lines’ example and extrapolating more on the story they imply.

The one standing in slight contrast to all this is Bruno, as he's the most interesting character in book 1. It's blaringly obvious he's Zacharias, but it's genuinely amusing how deep he is in his own gaslighting. He can't manipulate, mansplain, manwhore his way out of this one folks, but he's certainly going to try! His lies aren't even that good, but it honestly contributes to how at wits end he is. Like, sure honey, I totally believe you that you just killed Zacharias. I bet he has an eight-pack too. Just take a nap for two minutes. But then everyone believes him because our protagonists have yet meld their group braincell. Overall, an amusing time.

I don't have a particular point I'm trying to make with this one. Just having a fun and pointing out the things I've noticed. Might give a little update for every book I complete. However many that will be.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

(The following is some rambling, FEH Spoilers ahead if you care)

I hope at the end of FE:Heroes life, that instead of it just becoming a forgotten mobile game, a fully fledged game is made out of it. Because I really do think having a FE game that have shorter Saga's would be really fun to play through. And just how much Alfonse could be challenged in a full game where he can MASSIVELY develop instead of the time strides he's made in the mobile game.

Of corse of a full game they'll need to change several things such as how much of their army is made up of heroes from other worlds. But having this HUGE skeleton with FEH for a full game could make one of the best, if not the best, Fire Emblem main line game.

Like, we have the set up to have Alfonse really turn into his own. He's gets to talk to past heroes and other world versions of those heroes. There is so much he can learn from them all but more importantly, so many people to compare him to. Just feeling like a failed leader because all these heroes that saved worlds are around him, while he's a prince in a world that's currently in a war with his neighboring country.

He keeps feeling this way until he meets the Summoner (Avatar Character). Someone from another world who isn't a hero. They're just an average somebody in that world. Even though they are able to use a Devine weapon that belongs to his family, he fights with them and grows closer as friends. He learns that it doesn't matter name or status, but what you do with your own strength to help everyone you can. And even when you can't save everyone, you can always work together with others to raise you and everyone to the point where you can save more people than you could alone.

While the first two Books of FEH didn't really do much for Alfonse, I do think in a full game they would be able to have a better foil with Bruno through these early parts. While Veronica is a very tragic character, she is more so Shernna's foil through the first book and then becomes a fascinating character through the rest of the books (so far). If the story would follow Alfonse's point of view, it would do wonders to REALLY push that foil with Bruno more and more until that foil changes into irony and tragedy that was played in the later books.

While Book 3 was one of the biggest breaking points for Alfonse's charcter, I really do belive that if Alfonse were to have a stronger written connection with Bruno early on. The death of Bruno would hit harder. We know Bruno and Alfonse were childhood friends to the point Alfonse's first actions we see is looking for Bruno (Under his fake name, Zacharius). Hell, you can make this hurt even more by adding an underlying feeling Alfonse had for Bruno. But seeing as Bruno meant a LOT to Alfonse at such a young age, where he was still getting compared to his father and other heroes. To just have someone that wouldn't judge you, have fun with you, and make you laugh. Most people would devolve some romantic feelings for that. While this seems more fanficy just because "Lead turned GAY for Enemy?!" It's use in a story here would push character development further.

Some of the best stories ever written i've read are about building up the base of a character. Only to destroy EVERYTHING about them. Leaving only their bare core and true thoughts on display. Only for them to either have the story end with such a melancholy finish that it just feels. Or give that charcter a way to rebuild themselves stronger, more ferm in their ideals then ever to change the odds. Alfonse is someone, if given enough time and attention in a full game, to be this charcter. He already has enough set up within FEH for this to become real. He really is burdened by the form of media he's in.

I don't really have any closing notes after that but yeah. Alfonse is actually one of the best Fire Emblem Lords when you think about it. Put him in the next smash game

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[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Cursed by Mother Gothel from Rapunzel

Rhodes Beauchêne

The loveing and protective Mother

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Onmisexual

This curse activates a barrier of whoever the users hair touches. Nothing except the user can toutch or harm that person until "their name, their name, let down your hair to me". This curse makes the Cursed protective of those around them, wishing to keep those under their spell safe and protected. No matter the cost. They are doomed to die alone and abandoned by all.

Backstory: During his childhood he had quite the neglectful family. None ever paid any mind to him due to him being a middle child. He eventually ran from home and started a orphanage. He took good care of the children in his care, refusing to neglect a single one. Well, one day, tragedy came knocking at the door, strangers were asking to take the children or else. Rhodes refused them and so, the men burned down the orphanage in the middle of the night. Rhodes barely made it out alive with one of the children in his care, Vulcan, who managed to come out unscathed. That's when the curse manifested in Rhodes, and that's when he started to Guillotine, to protect others.

Relationships with the Crown:

William: respects

Liam: absolutely adores the kitten

Harrison: loves the fox

Elbert: very protective of

Alfonse: teasing buddy and able to have fun with

Roger: distrusts

Jude: parental respect

Ellis: little babyyyyy

Victor: parental respect

Relationship with the others:

Edward: absolutely grateful for and adores him

Freya: sweet little girl, absolutely loves hanging out with her

Morgan: chaos child

Vulcan: sweet baby boy, allways and forever his son

Cursed by the Tower from Rapunzel

Edward Slyvain

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Panromantic, Asexual

The curse activates when the Cursed touches another's hand. It blinds the other until they greive something tremendous. The cursed tend to be standoffish towards others and isolated. They are doomed to die of vengeance.

Backstory: born into a noble family, he was the head of the family at a very young age. His father was killed in an 'accident', his Mother grieved tremendously. He didn't ever receive much for affection or love, just what his family money could do. He accidentally blinded one of his servants one day, and that's how he learned of the curse. He started to wear gloves and set his workers free for life, with excellent pay. One day, he was approached by two men who understood his curse, and that he would now protect.

Relationships with the Crown:

William: absolute respect

Liam: dosent get the hype

Harrison:

Elbert: silent care

Alfonse: likes him too

Roger: leave Freya alone -_-

Jude: absolutely loathes

Ellis: enabler

Victor: dislikes, already has a dad, don't need another one

Relationship with the others:

Rhodes: weird dad

Freya: sweet

Morgan: good help

Vulcan: distant from

Cursed by the Rapunzel from Rapunzel

Freya Fay

The needy gardener

Gender: Female

Sexuality: lesbiannnn, Demiromantic

This curse makes the cursed irresistible towards women. The cursed tend to be greedy and kind. They are fated to die to satisfy another.

Backstory: she comes from a poor family of gardeners. They often grew flowers and some plants to be able to survive. Freya was allways amazing with the flowers and made sure to tell those what each of them means. She allways attracted attention, ever since she was young. She never knew the exact moment when her curse came about, but she did know that it was from a young age. Women have often tried to kidnap her claiming that she was their child. She one day tried to charm Morgan, who didn't find it effective but they became friends and Freya soon joined the Guillotine.

Relationships with the Crown:

William: dosent at all understand

Liam: empathizes with

Harrison: stop lieing!

Elbert: prissy rich man

Alfonse: annoying

Roger: medical besties

Jude: BITCH

Ellis: kind man

Victor: absolutely hilarious and fun!

Relationship with the others:

Rhodes: good parental figue

Edward: absolutely sweetheart♡

Morgan: bestieeeeeeeeeeee (love me)

Vulcan: fun guy

Cursed by the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera

Morgan Bardot

The voiceless actor

Gender: enby

Sexuality: Bisexual, Aceflux, Demiromantic

The curse let's the cursed know the layout of any biulding that they enter. The cursed often love to be a sort of entertainer but have something holding them back from it. They are fated to die, betrayed and alone.

Before joining the Guillotine Morgan lived in a middle class family. Morgan's curse first awakend at a young age. They often disappeared into biuldings, giggleing and causeing problems for their family. They joined the Guillotine because they accidentally ran into one if their operations while exploring a building trough some passageways.

They would love to act, but they often easily busy and overwhealm themself before they could even start doing such a thing. So they often draw, paint, and write instead to get it all out.

Relationships with the Crown:

William: respects

Liam: acting mentor

Harrison: writting buddies

Elbert: ...

Alfonse: bitch

Roger: respects, at a distance, across the biulding

Jude: BITCH

Ellis: makes good tea, good friend

Victor: fun dad man

Relationship with the others:

Rhodes: is very grateful for

Edward: respects

Freya: bestie

Vulcan: good friend

Cursed by the Opera from Phantom of the Opera

Vulcan Matisse

The childish Busnessman

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

The curse let's the cursed hear and see the dearly departed. Candles must be lit by a photo of the deseased then they can talk to the cursed can talk for as long as the candle is aflame. The cursed often have good buisness sence, but they can easily lose things. They are fated to die in a fire.

Backstory: Vulcan was an orphan and was raised by Rhodes. He and Rhodes were the only two thar managed to survive a fire set on the orphanage, he never really learned why the fire started. He had missed his friends dearly... wishing he could speak to them again... he did a ritual... and then, look at that... he could talk to them and play with them again. Vulcan nearly started multiple fires at a young age playing with his departed family, luckily, Rhodes was there to stop that from happening. They both eventually realized it was his own curse showing up.

Relationships with the Crown:

William: distrusts

Liam: absolutely ADORES, a big fan of his really

Harrison: distrusts

Elbert: good buisness man

Alfonse: bitchy enabler

Roger: likes alot, wants to learn from him

Jude: good buisness man

Ellis: annoying

Victor: annoying

Relationship with the others:

Rhodes: dad

Edward: jealious of

Freya: fun!

Morgan: must protect from the world

They come from the Guillotine, a French varriation of the Crown, traveling to England due to the groups curiosity, mysteries around certain events, and the golden butterfly.

[umi-adxhira]

Hello, hello! I don't know if requests are opened, but if not, you can go ahead and ignore this lol! Your writing is so good, and your the first ikevil writer I've discovered. So if I could, may I ask a request on Alfons and Elbert liking the same person? Thank you so much for your hard work!!! 🥰😋

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴇʟʙᴇʀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪᴀ, ᴀʟꜰᴏɴꜱᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴄᴀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Aww, thank you. I hope I won't be the only one to write for this fandom. Hopefully, more people will stand by me to create these fics for you guys

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀, #𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀

It is said that they are childhood friends, but never in a million years would they think that they would have the same lover

They're glad that they didn't have to share you with the other suitors. At least they know they can keep you safe

Alfonse often takes you both out for an adventure in the bustling London streets, while Elbert mostly likes for you to sit around and enjoy scenery

They secretly get jealous of one another when the other makes you happier than they can. This turns to petty competitions to see who can make you smile more

But of couse they'll never admit that

You sleep on Alfonse's chest, Elbert hugging you from behind, meaning that Alfonse has two bodies on top of him. But he's strong, so he's fine he's not fine

Like the others, at least one of them will always be with you. They don't like you wandering on your own without their knowledge

Elbert is often the one who takes you on missions with him. Alfonse's are more Dan than his but if the time calls where he needs you, Elbert will happily let you go to Alfonse

In conclusion, 9/10 they're happy babies

©️umi-adxhira [24/07/2023]

[ultraviolet-psyche]

Dead On Arrival (F!Chrobin ver.)

Rating: T

Pairings: F!Robin/Chrom, implied Alfonse/Kiran

Characters: Chrom, Kiran & F!Robin

Warnings: Angst; basically all the warnings you'd expect from a Risen King Chrom fic

Summary: Chrom, King of the Risen and the Fell Dragon's most trusted servant, is summoned to Askr.

Word Count: 995

A/N: Once again, this is mostly just some pronoun changes and some slight adjustments in description. Robin doesn't actually appear that much here, so...

Original M!Chrobin ver.

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Light. Sunshine. Bright. Too bright. Clear skies. Stone floors. Clean air.

A hooded figure. A voice. Unintelligible speech.

"Who calls me?" He sounds as haggard as he looks.

More talking. It's louder. His name? Oh. Yes. His name.

"My name is… Chrom…" It hurts to speak; he's long used to it. "I am the king of corpses. Where I go… despair follows…"

He blinks a few times until his eyes adjust to the harsh light and the blur of colours and shapes in his line of vision form a clear image. The stranger before him is smiling beneath their hood, as though perhaps they're used to fallen former heroes being dumped into their peaceful world. Strange.

"Good to meet you, Chrom," they say. "I'm Kiran, the Hero Summoner. You have just been summoned to the Kingdom of Askr. I understand how confusing this must be for you, so allow me to explain."

They start talking about things that Chrom hardly has the energy to comprehend. The aforementioned Askr. A contract. The Order of Heroes. Wait. That's not right. Chrom isn't a hero. He has no business being here. He can't help these people change their fates.

Go! Tell them! Do not let them suffer our same fate!

His heart, or what remains of it, still aches, sometimes, and it aches now as he thinks back to the last words Robin has ever spoken to him. Robin had momentarily seized control of her own body to tell Chrom to save this strange world that called for him. Why, after all this time, does she trust him to avert the inevitable? Him, a broken corpse, used as his master's weapon to destroy all that he knows and loves, unable to protect a blasted thing. Why – how – has Robin not lost all hope? He wishes he could see her one last time, if only to ask, why him? Why the Risen King?

But, as his master had reminded him time and time again, nothing will ever change, because fate is always set in stone.

To make matters worse, Kiran is now prattling on about alternate universes and different versions of Chrom and the other Shepherds. Different Chroms, different Robins, different Lucinas… different versions of his master. Gods. A world with multiple Grimas is doomed no matter how many Chroms, Robins and Lucinas are there to fight them. The despaired world he's left behind can't even handle one Fell Dragon, so what hope does this world have?

Chrom soon realises that Kiran has stopped rambling. Their hood obscures their eyes, but it doesn't conceal their worried frown. "Is something the matter?"

"Your world… will fall to ruin…" is all that Chrom has the heart to say.

"Oh." There's a brief pause. "Uhh, okay, that's good to know, I guess? Anyway, how about we go to the castle? I have some friends I'd like you to meet."

Chrom would much rather find a secluded area and stay there forever, but the whims of a Risen are of no one's concern. He has no choice but to play along.

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It's surreal to travel through active, populated villages, packed with buildings fully-intact and dozens of villagers going about their day – moreso when Chrom feels their stares burning into his pallid skin like a flame meeting parchment. The sound of youths laughing and playing in the warm afternoon sun reminds him of his own children – or, rather, his children in a world that allowed them a proper, happy childhood. His heart aches again. He's a failure at many things, but his failure as a father stings like nothing else.

Askr is like a fairytale kingdom straight out of a children's book. The weather is picture-perfect, the birds are singing a sweet tune, and the closer Chrom and Kiran get to the castle, the more magnificent it becomes. It's the polar opposite of Ylisse in every way. Of course his master had no qualms about sending him here; it's a persistent reminder of everything he's lost.

Kiran chats with Chrom about the friends he'll be meeting as they both advance toward the castle. Chrom is only half-listening, merely responding with the occasional grunt, but he does register their names – Anna, Alfonse and Sharena. He notices that Kiran talks about Alfonse in a manner that's more… distinct. The words they use when speaking about this boy are painfully familiar – "other half", "special bond", "bound by ties stronger than fate". Something twists painfully in the depths of Chrom's stomach as bittersweet memories resurface, but he shoves them down, reminding himself that Kiran and Alfonse don't have much time left, anyway.

Once the castle entrance enters his view, Chrom notices a smattering of people, grouped into pairs or triplets, hanging about and socialising with one another. He wonders if these must be some of the Heroes Kiran was talking about.

With one glance to the left, he has to wonder no more. The sight before him is enough to stop him dead in his tracks.

Standing close to each other, adjacent to a large fountain, are a man and a woman, both dressed in light colours and each carrying a bouquet of flowers. The man, who's sporting blue hair and the Brand of the Exalt on his left shoulder, takes a moment to gently adjust the flowers nestled in his companion's ivory pigtails. The woman smiles and mouths a thank-you before leaning in for a peck on the lips.

They are so absorbed in each other's presence that they take no notice of Chrom, the Risen King, looking on in agony. He wants to cry, but he can't summon any tears. If only… If only…

Kiran lets out a long, sad sigh beside him. "I'm sorry you have to see that, Chrom. Come, let's go inside – Alfonse and the others are waiting."

Chrom tears his gaze away from his other self and his other half as he trudges behind Kiran, mourning the happy future that could've been.

[mecharlie-fox]

FEH SUMMONER: "With You Until The End"

A lil thing I was thinking if the Summoner was summoned by Gustav during their youth, and was basically there throughout Alfonse and Sharena's childhood. As a Summoner and as a friend, Gustav would not share the same fate as his late father did.

[ness-plays-wizards]

Caesar Route Chapter 1 (12-16)

Last time on the Caesar Route, Caesar gets turned into a pig by accident and goes to see an illegal potions dealer to turn back into a human instead of just having a designated kisser or smth. Also there’s a cat who might be Hugo and also the world is ending because of trumpet players.

I always knew it would be the trumpet players.

Ok it’s been a hot minute. I don’t remember ANY of this. I can’t even make a proper Star Platinum joke rn.

So Liz steps on a branch and Caesar’s drug dealer threatens to burn her, as you do, so she reveals herself and announces herself as Caesar’s friend. The drug dealer backs off and Liz asks where his visitor’s pass is, at which point he goes “hey hey hey no need to blow up on me” even though men have threatened Liz on this app with far worse. Including him literally ten lines ago.

This. And apparently he has a real permit. Which Liz checks and signs off as legit. Zett leaves and Caesar explains that he’s “an old friend that he happened to run into.”

Mmhm.

Caesar also reveals that his childhood nickname was Prince for some reason and “Star Sapphire” is slang for a girlfriend...? Well, it’s not the worst euphemism I’ve heard. Or maybe he’s lying and Star Sapphire is slang for whatever bad guy macguffin we’re gonna have to deal with this time.

Liz picks up on some weird vibes from Caesar so I’m inclined to think I’m at least stumbling in the right direction. He talks about his childhood nickname some more, and you know what? I’m just gonna say it. This app has too many goddamn princes.

Liz and Caesar do some flirting that I’m struggling to follow.

hey im pretty sure the JoJo’s Caesar did this too. 

So Liz and Caesar finish their roleplay (...?) but Liz is still thinks the vibes are off.

The next day, Liz is going to teach a Night Class and decides to stop at the Night Cafe and encounters my least favorite person.

So Zeus and Hiro have an anime rival argument

(What, you thought I was joking?)

Zeus apparently thinks he saw a wanted criminal on school grounds, but Hiro is convinced they wouldn’t be able to get past security. I’m skeptical since bad guys somehow keep finding their way PAST said security, but hey.

Zeus pulls out a newspaper to prove his point and Liz casually reveals she’s apparently helped them out as a reporter several times??? WHEN WAS THIS??? I bet this is referencing like a past event or some shit. 

The first article Liz draws attention to is literal army propaganda (/hj) and the “magic soldier” plan is being put into action. I think this was offhandedly mentioned in a past route but I cannot remember the context. Zeus points to the wanted man section aaaaaaaand

Zett is known as “King,” so now I’m thinking Caesar’s “childhood nickname” is actually a crime codename.

This is so funny but the JoJo’s Caesar also did crime-

Anyway Zett apparently does lots of crimes. Liz steals the newspaper from Zeus and runs away and I think it’s time for the trailer for next time. Alfonse and Elias present it and the next chapter is called “Hidden Identity”

(Queued for: January 10)

[grandsonoflightike]

Battle Against Creepy Alfonse and Creepy Veronica Part 9: Light Kliff's 2nd Contract - Chapter 1: Light Kliff gets Contracted By Creepy Alfonse and Subspace Order Of Heroes Investigates

(Background Song Is Serious 1 from Fire Emblem Heroes.)

The Subspace Order Of Heroes Castle was infilitrated. Anna learns of this when he finds Light Kliff missing out of his room when morning just started. He is never up before morning's start.

"Light Kliff Has Gone Missing." Subspace Anna says.

Light Faye says "What?!"

"Why are you so worried, Light Faye?" Light Mae Says.

Light Faye thinks about it and says "I don't know."

"Light Faye and Light Mae, Focus. So says me, the King Of Valentina." Light Alm says.

"Light Alm, Don't remind Shadow Berkut of That." Light Celica says.

Shadow Fallen Berkut says "Either of us."

Light Alm says "Sorry. It's Just Kliff Is A Childhood friend."

Shadow Berkut says "So I can forgive that then."

Subspace Alfonse says "Where could he be?"

Suddenly Demonic Grey Veronica walks into the room and says "He has been contracted by Subspace Alfonse. Light Priam, Light Rey, and Light Linda have Been Contracted with Light Kliff. Light Kliff adventured to Light Priam's Island when he was traveling The World and He made them a town there where Light Rey and Light Linda raised Light Priam and Light Male Robin. He also had a wife with him when he started the town. I don't know who she is."

"Then We will go free them off that contract." Subspace Alfonse Says.

"A Fifth Hero who is Light Kliff's Wife as a Fire Emblem Fates Witch thanks to being Taught magic by Light Kliff." Demonic Grey Veronica says.

“Do you know anything else about this wife, Demonic Grey Veronica?” Subspace Sharena says.

“Yeah she is from Valentina and was in Subspace Alm’s Army with him.” Demonic Grey Veronica says.

“I don’t remember him having anyone in our army getting together with him.” Light Alm says.

“That is what history says. He got together with her during the night of your and Celica’s Coronation party.” Demonic Grey Alexander says.

“The Problem is the wife isn’t going to appear until after we encounter Light Kliff there.” Demonic Grey Bruno says.

Subspace Alfonse says “Then Let’s get going.”

The Light Echoes characters go with them and so do The Regular team of Light Male Robin, Light Lucina, Light Lissa, and Grima Dorcas.

Light Kliff says “So you have come.”

“We will free you from your second contract, Light Kliff.” Light Alm says.

“First you must beat me.” Light Kliff says.

Then First Battle Happens and it ends to have another cutscene happens

“Time to get my Wife from your Order.” Light Kliff says.

“You mean she is already in the Order of Heroes?” Light Alm says.

“Yes.” Light Kliff says and he then casts a spell to contract the wife and it’s Light Faye.

“I live to serve, Creepy Alfonse.” Light Faye says as she transform into a Fire Emblem Fates Witch.

Light Celica says “Light Faye is his wife?”

Light Faye says “Yes, I just forgot because I was from before the game was beaten. I realized I was in love with Light Kliff after talking to him after You Two’s Coronation and Wedding.  I realized that I loved him and almost missed him when he was going to leave at night.  I got him to stay the night and then we left together in the morning with you thinking I went back to Ram Village.  Did you ever once go back to Ram VIllage to see if I was truly there?”

Light Alm says “No, we didn’t.  But I don’t understand why you seem so mad, you two.”

Creepy Alfonse says “That will be answered at the End Of The Third Chapter.”

Light Kliff and Light Faye say “As You command, Creepy Alfonse.”

TBC...

[zero-insignificance]

DND Recap: back to our regularly scheduled bullshit

Cast includes: Rose the DM, Alfie (yours truly), Truk, Patrick, and Bob (split custody between me and Rose)

Alfie: We're supposed to get married one day. Bob: *rose playing him* Oh yippee!

In the group chat we've been talking cuz I'm the only one who keeps notes so I brought back up the FUCKING DEATHBRINGER DRAGON EGG WE JUST HAVE CUZ WE KILLED TERRY THE DRAGON- And that is supposed to hatch after the wedding

It is meant to hatch and imprint on Alfie and Bob as foreshadowing of their relationship, and it may or may not be a dragonborn.

Truk's player said in the group chat that it would be funny if the hatchling imprinted on Truk

Truk: I am not ready to be a father yet- Truk: sobbing ALFIE- I'M ONLY 16

So, there are two options. Either Alfie and Bob are gay traumatized dads, or Truk is a gay traumatized teen dad.

Truk does not need another thing on his plate. So, his fate is left up to the flip of a button because I didn't have a coin. Embossed side? Alfie and Bob. Flat side down? Truk is a teen dad.

Me: I'm flipping the button Patrick's Player: It lands on its side Me: Truk. Truk's player: *on the edge of his seat* Me: YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER~

So, the baby dragonborn hatches and immediately jumps on Alfonse and Bob. They have imprinted on them. Baby Dragonborn: *deep voice* MAMA. DADA. Alfie: *panics in gender dysphoria* nononononono Papa and Dada. Baby Dragonborn: Papa. Dada. Alfie: Good job! Bob: I'm a dad? *sniffles* They're so beautiful-

Rose: What race was the Royal Court's Bard? Truk's player: They were a half orc! Me: And their name was Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky? Rose: Yes. You see two tiny fangs sticking out from the lower jaw. Truk just looks at the dragonborn and goes "No way. Ain't no fucking way- Tchaikovsky you slick bastard-" Me: Tchaikovsky owes child support? Rose: Tchaikovsky died after the encounter. Me: Terri x Tchaikovsky is canon. Patrick's player: 69 piercing damage? The call: *snrk*

Alfonse and Bob have a child now.

They swap through traditional dragonborn childhood names to call them as a child (their given name is Kyle which will keep them safe from fae trickery according to world lore) until they can pick their own name and they're feeling a C name eventually landing on Cruncher. Thanks, random name generator! Alfie asks them if Cruncher sounds good and Cruncher has a look of approval.

On to the weapon's room. The arsenal if you will.

Bob specifically would like a warhammer.

We make it to the entrance of the weaponry arsenal.

Rose: Truk. You see a name on the door in the corner. "Alfonse" Truk: You made this door? Alfie: Yep. Your mom commissioned me for this one. I was commissioned for a whole bunch of doors in the castle. I tried to convince your dad to change the design of the throne room doors, but he has a really good please face. And I have a really good please face. I was impressed. Me: How many doors in this castle did Alfie make? Rose: All 752.

We enter the armory and there's this really cool sword called Dazbolg the Radiant Blade.

It's the sword of kings of Russia and wielding it is a way to see if you are worthy. It can be used by the queen in an emergency. One of the Queens murdered the King because he was a shitty ruler. Alfie: *reads that part on the information placard* Damn. Slay queen. Bob: No, it's "slay king." Alfie: That is why we're getting married in the future.

To wield the sword, you must fight the spirit of the previous owner

Truk must fight his own stepfather. The one he thought was his bio dad. His name is Dave.

He tells everyone to step back, and they do as he touches the sword.

And Alfie sees his dear friend Dave the Almighty Warrior stand in front of Truk in the form of a spirit. Alfie waves at Dave.

Dave: Oh hey Alfie! How you been?” Alfie: I just got married! Dave: Nice! *to Bob* Congrats on the marriage! Bob: *blushes furiously and faceplants on the ground* Dave: Is he okay? Alfie: He'll be fine. Dave: I see you have a kid. Who's the dad? Alfie: We actually killed the dragon, Terri and just hatched the egg.

Alfie is cheering on Truk Dave: Really Alfie? Not even a little support? Alfie: I WALKED IN ON THAT THREEWAY YOU WERE HAVING. You’re getting no support from me. Truk: WHAT. Alfie: WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT IN THE KITCHEN- Alfie walked in on the three-way between Dave, Brick, and Truk’s mom while trying to get a midnight snack.

Truk and his stepdad are fucking each other up.

“Maybe you are truly ready to wield the blade. Maybe I should stop holding back.” “How DARE you hold back?” 68 damage and Dave backs up

Truk is victorious and I suck at writing fight scenes.

Bob gets a warhammer. And 3 rounds from his FUCKING ROCKET LAUNCHER the Rene left behind after she ran off to do lesbian things with her wife.

I don't remember how, in fact I'm pretty sure I blacked out while laughing but Truk ends up on Patrick's back, and Patrick bucks him off. Truk: *russian* I’ve got you now- AH-

We want some more so Rose COMPLETELY improvs a festival outside of the Capitol city known now as Ozyotlas.

There is a strongman competition where we just throw moose. Alfie is allowed to participate but he must have one arm tied behind his back and be blindfolded. The blindfold doesn't do shit cuz Alfie has tremorsense cuz autism powers.

The goblin known as Glipglop throws the moose 120 feet. Truk did 20 and tries again throwing the moose 200 feet. Patrick got 180.

Me: Do I roll a d100 at disadvantage? Rose: That was exactly what I was going to have you do. Me: 92 and 62. Alfie: *to the moose* I am so sorry-.YEET.

And this moose is chucked 620 feet with a "MOOoooooo-"

"The strong man competition is now permanently shut down. The moose will retire" Alfie retrieves the moose and makes sure he will be pampered.

Bob is smashing records in the carnival games. Alfie immediately goes to break the skiiball record. Bob: You can't let me have anything.

Truk and Patrick fuck with Atlas stones. Alfie sees a 20 under the biggest stone and lifts the stone with one hand and yoinks it. Truk is shredded and saves Patrick's ass from getting crushed with the atlas stone.

Truk and Patrick arm wrestle. Patrick wins.

Bob and Alfie are competitive in all the carnival games.

We have to write a letter to Philadelphia.

Patrick comes up with "We are coming. Be prepared." Truk is like "that's a threat." Patrick: What do you mean. Alfie reads that aloud in a menacing way. Patrick: Oh. Me: I do have it in Alfie and Bob's character sheet that they both like poetry. They can make the letter. I'll come up with what it says in the recap. (I didn't come up with what it says). Shall I roll performance? Rose: Yes. Me: *rolls* 11 + 7 so 18 Rose: The letter is perfect except for one "d" that's backwards. Truk: How did you do that? You did that on purpose. Bob: What are you talking about? Me: Oh no. Rose? Is Bob mildly dyslexic? Rose: Yes. He does not know his lefts and rights. Truk's player: Does he have those R and L tattoos on his index fingers? Rose: Yes. But they're on the wrong finger. Patrick's player: one of us goes "BOB DODGE TO YOUR LEFT" and he just holds up his hands and the dragon is just like "Ok take your time" and he just sits there trying to figure this out and points to his right. Me: Can Alfie fix the tattoos? Rose: Yes. You have god powers.

So, Alfie breaks the news that whoever gave him the tattoos probably played a mean joke on him and fixes it. "Why would father do that?" and Alfie is immediately eye twitching and gives Discord the benefit of the doubt and asks Discord about it and Discord is just like "I didn't know he took it seriously..." Alfie does not snap Discord's neck.

The session ends at the pie eating contest.

Patrick ate 420 pies (hehe) Truk ate 540 pies Cruncher ate 12 pies Bob ate 740 pies Alfie ate 620 pies

Alfie’s future husband beat him in pie eating

[moe-broey]

Ooooh!!!!!! I think you captured exactly what I was trying to illustrate, and then some!!!! I also think it's especially significant when you consider Alear specifically, and their relationship with the Emblems.... they have had the rings taken from them, yes. They've had to get them back. But, for the majority of the game, Alear never has to permanently lose them (I say majority cause.... I........ still haven't finished Engage........ I'm really late game though, just recruited Veyle for an idea of where I am LMFAO)

Meanwhile when Bruno had to leave, that was something that changed the nature of Alfonse's relationship with him then onwards. Which almost feels like a permanent change (and well. You know. The other thing that would permanently change the relationship with Bruno).

Though I don't wanna get too tangled in the details cause I think you put it really well, especially factoring in how Bruno and Veronica are also so close to home too (making them a more consistent presence). There's something else that occurred to me too when it comes to Kiran though!

Canonically, Kiran is an amnesiac. They remember their world, details of it, they remember their name. But any details of their personal life and what they may or may not have left behind, they have no memory of. This, paired with suggestions that no one really Knows How to get to Kiran's world, may have also subconsciously been a comfort for Alfonse. I don't think he'd Like to feel that way if he was aware of it, and I do think he's still thinking of Kiran's well-being and desires. He's still thinking of "Finding a way to your world. We can go there together".

But what I'm thinking here, is how there's no actual outside pressure right now FOR Alfonse to think on it more than just a "what if" and "maybe someday". There's also a possibility that Kiran doesn't Have anything or anyone to return to. That maybe, Kiran would enjoy living in Askr more anyway. But beyond any speculation, the fact of the matter is Kiran isn't actively Searching for a way to go home. That, paired with their presence and familiarity, may have eased Alfonse into letting his guard down more (whether or not he was aware of it).

MEANWHILE. In another realm. I've revisited Alear's FB's

I FEEL LIKE. Alfonse's problem isn't so much that he's emotionally guarded, despite, you know, being extremely emotionally guarded. It's that He Isn't. Like. At the same time.

Consistently, without fail, Alfonse puts himself in situations where he's amicable and helpful. Their C support consists of Alfonse helping Alear see to her own odds and ends, having been brought to Askr with nothing but the clothes on her back. A common situation! He gets her a ring case to put all her rings in. So here, he's helping. And when Alear shows him the rings, and tells him the lore/significance of the rings, he takes an interest -- because of course he would! That sort of thing is right up his alley. And so he's not only amicable enough to be approachable, he's also showing interest in the things she's interested in, and having a spirited conversation about it.

Their B support consists of more of the same, just getting into the details of how Emblems work. HE DOESN'T REALIZE IT YET. But he's bonding with Alear. This goofy ass motherfucker doesn't realize this is literally how friendships are formed. Like I'm convinced he's thinking they're just talking lore and stuff and it's a casual conversation between casual allies and surely nothing emotionally charged will come out of this. He's just being friendly (without NECESSARILY becoming Friends) and there's nothing more to it, there Will be nothing more to it.

A support.

She voices A Problem. TWO things about Alfonse. 1) He was built in a lab to be a fixer (juries still out on his methods/solutions) and 2) He takes things SO personally when he relates to it. PVP enabled he's going to fucking get your ass about it. He is sooooooooo emotionally distant Up Until you fucking provoke him (AND THIS. ISN'T EVEN ENTIRELY TRUE. BC WHAT HE DOESN'T REALIZE IS GENUINELY BONDING OVER SHARED INTERESTS COUNTS TOWARDS BECOMING INVESTED IN THAT PERSON which is HOW he ended up in The Situation in the FIRST PLACE).

Which leads to him "helping" (POORLY.) (Because in all of this he IS still wired to help people)

Which just pisses him off even MORE, believing he has the Correct and Inevitable perspective and desperately wants to get Alear to see it the same way, doubling down.

(Bro I am going to hit image limit again before even making my point..... AUGH)

Alear's next lines, "That's true, but won't keeping my distance mean I appreciate them less while I have them?" / "Is that how you see your relationships with Heroes? With me?" / "No matter how much time we spend together, you'll always keep me at arm's length for when I have to go?"

Here, I think Alear is expressing to him she already sees him as her friend. I don't think Alfonse picks up on it though, trying again to get her to see his side of the issue -- as if, in his mind, they're just debating and not having an emotional conversation.

Alfonse's next lines: "Consider it from my perspective. If I am too attached to you, and you leave, I could lose my will to fight." (ALFONSE. ALFONSE. COME ON MAN.) (LIKE. Idk man if you're saying shit like that I think it's too late. It's so over for you.)

THIS ONE THOUGH. I THINK. PLEASE staywith me but it is the root of it all

Euden's (named Milo here lmfao Milo jumpscare) next line: "Do you not feel the same way about us?"

Alfonse's lines: "My apologies, but no. The forming of friendships is a thing I don't take lightly." / "It's true that I rely on the assistance of Heroes summoned from different worlds when fighting, but that is wholly different."

Alfonse lines (continued): "I have a duty, and can't afford such hurt. So if I grow close to someone, I do so accepting the potential consequences."

AAAAUGHHHH WHAT IS MY THESIS. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT. I HAVE MORE CONNECTIONS TO MAKE. AND FOR WHAT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

SOMEHOW. His Book 1 (p sure they're from Book 1) lines to Kiran that go, "I suppose we don't know much about your world. And how rude of us to not ask until now!" / "What? Your world has buildings that scrape the sky? And what do you mean by 'cars'?" / "Like wagons... that run without horses... and are made out of metal? Fascinating." <- THESE LINES. Combined with his smiling sprite. TO ME are a direct parallel to his C and B Alear conversations, HOW, he's taking an interest in Kiran and without realizing he's growing a fondness for them.

Something SOMETHING about his cognitive dissonance about how he can be friendly without "being friends", how he's afraid of caring too much when it's clear he already cares at least a little ESPECIALLY SHOWN. In how, Alfonse doesn't realize he could have hurt Alear's feelings until she directly states it: "I understand. Still... it makes me sad."

ONLY THEN he gets his panicked(?) sprite, replying, "I apologize for upsetting you." It's here I think he finally realizes, OH. THIS IS. An emotional conversation and not like a debate of ideals and I feel bad for hurting you. BECAUSE!!!!!!!! HE'S COME TO CARE ABOUT ALEAR!!!!!!!!! IN ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!! Whether he's fully aware of it or not, whether he LIKES it or not, he cares about her feelings and wants to make it right. Into, expressing (again that PVP "Well I took that personally" reaction he has): "I suppose it's just that, when you talk about the Emblems, how you worry, I feel as if I'm hearing my own voice."

Which S support, sets up for a resolution and mutual understanding peace and love all is well with the world 👍

ALSO the parallel to Euden, since this is the very start of what would be analogous to support conversations (side story content unlocked by powering up the character), Euden takes Alfonse's response to him in stride -- since, there's no real emotional stakes. Aside from, Euden wishing they could be friends (since he's just built like that), but ultimately giving Alfonse space and respecting his feelings about it. The Point: While they've been working together, Alfonse hasn't Quite developed that fondness yet I don't think (esp from what I remember from the main plot of the crossover event, which is next to nothing LMFAO). It develops later!!!!!!

If I hadn't hit image limit I would insert the What the FUCK are you two talking about meme here like. What the fuck AM I talking about. Can someone else make this post actually I don't think I'm qualified 😭😭😭😭😭😭

MAIN POINT.

I look at Alfonse and I go I think I hauve covid.

[bouquetwrites]

Everything I Thought That I Could Save

It wasn’t fair. (Book vi ch 11 spoilers)

The trip back to the Askran kingdom was a deafeningly quiet one. The order would need to regroup and devise a new plan to stop Embla after she foiled their initial ones so easily. Although, with how easily everything fell to ruin with their first plan, and with his longtime friend dead because of it, Alfonse wasn’t certain he saw much point in trying to come up with something. For all he knew, Embla would just find a way around this one too. Because how dare he have any sliver of hope, the very thing that got Bruno killed.

He hardly left his room since they returned. Only to eat and bathe, and even then, he did those things less so than he typically would. It pained the ones closest to him to see him in such a state, but no one could really blame him. He was on the verge of helping someone he held so dear achieve something he'd been working towards for years, only to have it—to have him— ripped out from underneath with no warning. On top of all of that, he had to be the one to kill him. It would be even more troubling if this wasn’t how he responded.

The prince sat at his desk, holding the mask that Bruno had donned until recently in his hands. His head felt like an arrow pierced it from the abundance of tears he shed in that moment. In the moments since he lost him. His grip on the garment tightened, his face falling into the fists that formed as he choked out more sobs.

“Alfonse?”

He heard a faint knock on his door, alongside a concerned voice calling out for him. The voice of the summoner. His trusted companion. His love. It pained him even more to realize that in the midst of his grief, he had neglected her. He knew she didn’t resent him for it; that she knew and understood how much Bruno meant to him. In turn, she cared just as much for him and was just as determined to bring him back to the order. Even so, the guilt still picked and prodded at him, and he couldn’t get it to stop.

“Babe...? Can you please let me in?” She begged from the other side, and he wondered if she was speaking metaphorically as well as literally. “...please?”

His chest ached as her voice trembled on the last word. It was rare for her to cry, at least in front of others; even him. He could hardly recall the last time he saw her do so, and it cut deep whenever she did.

The lump in Kiran’s throat threatened to snap with how tight it was, and whatever battle she was fighting against the tears in her eyes, she was mercilessly defeated. She shakily stood in front of her beloved’s door, one hand laying on top of it while the other clutched at her chest, where her heart was. She never thought of herself as good with things such as these, but she knew she had to at least try. She loved him too much not to.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, babe, just…” She whimpered. “Just… It kills me to know you’re hurting this much. It’s fucking destroying me knowing that I can’t do anything to take it away. I know you think you have to be strong for the Order… and for your people… but you shouldn’t have to deal with this by yourself. That’s not fair to you.”

Perhaps it wasn’t fair, but it was what Alfonse had grown to be used to. Even as he found himself opening up to others more and allowing himself to form bonds with those around him, he struggled with being completely vulnerable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, moreso that he knew as future king, there were certain expectations placed upon him. Were he not to live up to them, he feared that people would start to lose faith in him.

“I know how much you loved Bru… Zacharias.” Kiran continued, her voice straining from her own emotions.

The prince could feel even more burning hot tears fall quickly down his cheeks as he heard her refer to his fallen friend by the name he went by in the time he knew him. She had only ever known him as Bruno, but even after it had been discovered that the Emblian prince and his childhood friend were the same person, she noticed that Alfonse would still call him Zacharias. She wasn’t sure if using the latter name would help in any way, or if it would just bring him more pain. She wasn’t sure of anything that she was doing.

“From the time I spent with him and from seeing the two of you together, I can tell he loved you just as much, and he… he wouldn’t want you to think this was your fault. Because it’s not—“

Her words came to an abrupt halt as she watched the door open. In front of her stood a still incredibly distraught Alfonse, eyes bloodshot and accompanied by dark circles underneath. It shattered her heart to see someone she loved so much in such a state, and in some ways, she felt powerless.

“I didn’t account for Embla knowing our intentions….” He murmured.

“None of us could have.” She tried to assure him.

“We were… so close…” His voice shook as more tears fell. “We were so close to… close to saving him… he had been through so much hell…”

It was then she noticed the mask in his hands. Kiran’s hand clasped at her mouth as sobs escaped from it. Truly, Bruno had been dealt an awful hand throughout his life. For it to end the way it did felt outrageously unjust.

“It’s not fair…” Alfonse wept. “It’s not fair…!”

The devastated prince was now on his knees in front of the summoner, hands covering his face as his body shuddered from all the emotions running rampant through him. Kiran promptly stepped into his room, shutting the door behind her and joining him on the ground. Throwing her arms around him, she pulled him into as strong of an embrace as she could muster.

“It’s not, babe. I’m so sorry…” She choked out, echoing his previous words to her. She moved a hand up to stroke the back of his head, feeling her own tears flooding down her face as he pulled her in closer and held her tighter.

Neither of them could recall how much time they spent crying in each other’s arms. At some point, Alfonse could feel himself growing fatigued. This didn’t surprise the summoner, given how much transpired in such a short time. She helped him into his bed, saddened, yet relieved as she observed him almost immediately falling asleep. She knew full well how desperately he needed some rest with everything he had been through recently.

She crawled into the space next to him, wanting to hold him more as he slept but also not wanting to smother him. Eventually, she settled for soothingly rubbing his arm, watching him slowly breathe in his slumber until she herself let her weariness overtake her as she slept by his side.

[zenithgays]

not tagging this but we DO have canon ages, at least approximately, for veronica and for the askr sibs

resplendent sanaki has this voice line, she's 13, therefore, veronica's also about 13. easy enough

and for the askr sibs, we have this from book 4! sorry i didn't open the game to screenshot this, i figured grabbing a screenshot of the script from the wiki would be fine

anyway this is a little bit of math, but assuming they mean you stop being a child at 12 (makes enough sense even by real world standards since that's when people are considered teens)... "at least 10 years" would put sharena at 22 or even a little older in book 4! alfonse is the older of the askr sibs, but he doesn't seem MUCH older so he's probably around the same age as sharena, like within a year or two

i don't think any other feh ocs have approximate ages implied in-game? at least i'm not remembering it coming up anywhere tho i could very well be wrong about that. we know bruno's older than veronica (and significantly older, if he's childhood friends w/ alfonse and sharena), we know that in order from youngest to oldest the nifl sibs are ylgr, fjorm, gunnthra, hrid, and we can assume ylgr's about veronica's age. we ALSO know fafnir is old enough to have a wife and a daughter but that doesn't give us a lot of info about his age, though we also know he's the oldest of the nidavellir sibs (otr's the middle child and reginn's the youngest)

i could probably go on about ages in relation to other characters but a lot of these don't provide more than the vaguest of details so i won't

[iamdarkness]

Letters from Fodlan.

(Not Sent.)

 The accounts of the missing parts in To Feed a Tiger

These are Dimitri’s memories of those missing parts in forms of letters never sent to you. A/N at the end.

This is Feral Dimitri POV.

Chapter one.

 Now that I have left Askr to try my luck to beat destiny; I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. I want to gift you my memories of the events that changed me for ever that had to do with you and them. This is the account of the times I encountered Lif, including the times I never told you, I witnessed for fear you would think badly of me.

  Then I gain I was in a bad place at the time and making bad decision. I am very aware that I can not send this to you ______, but I still want to put these memories to paper and preserve them for the time being. Then one day when I am a king and my battles done, we will meet each other again and then I will be able to tell you my self about this…And we will see each other again, of this I am sure. I will not bend or break. I must prevail and save my people and my self.

   The first night I saw him was the night you game me leave to use Corrin’s tree house. The half dragon had come to Askr in a bad state of mind and considered himself a danger to everyone. You had commissioned a tree house for him to live in, not too far away from the castle complex. It was a cabin proper but high up and propped up by four high trees. Prince Alfonse had been the one who wanted it that big you told me later. I suppose he liked the stories Corrin told you all of his childhood and his tree house. I can see the prince coming to spend some time away in here tom relax…but I digress.

  That had been a dark night. The moon was half full and there were groups of clouds lazily moving across it, blocking its light by intervals. That had been also the night you had come to visit me. That small act of kindness, had been the start of my recovery. The light at the end of the long tunnel of darkness. You had brought me dinner and I had done the best to get you to keep your distance but you never judged me. You stayed until I was ready to leave. I was in truth reluctant to do so. I felt you could understand my pain. You offered me apologies for intruding in my life, when you were right to do so and then you offered me a safe heaven where I could heal. You trusted me to follow you into the darkness of the night, to the woods, where the tree house I was to stay in was located and hidden. You knew what I could do and still you trusted me. I thought you foolish at the time, but this trust was what has kept me alive. After you left me to go back to the tree house I spent some time “conversing with the dead” as my hallucinations would not give me rest.

 After I had lost my eye my other senses had sharpened with the exception of taste. I heard the heavy steps of an armored unit make his way through the forest and as it neared the house I looked out the window. The house was high up and magically hidden as you had said, so I was invisible to the person below. My demons were never physical and even in my poor mental state I knew he was real, but it could not be so. He glowed brighter than the moonlight and a bluish color. His piercing red eyes searched the night for what I did not know. For a second I thought Death himself had come to get me and punish me for my sins. I could feel the rage and hate emanating from his blade like poisonous miasma, but he was not looking for me. The next thing I thought was that this was a spy and that he was wearing some strange armor that had some hidden virtue.

 I went down as silently as I had learned to move in my later years. He was, I suppose not expecting anyone around and was too distracted with his thoughts to detect my presence. Near the border of the fores he started to move in silence too. He moved like a predator; the same as I.

   Before he reached the edge of the woods he covered his glowing chest and mask, but before he did so I got a glimpse of his chest. I could see his ribcage inside the armor and the glowing matter was akin to water or crystal. It looked so in my eyes at least at the time. Once again I thought he could not be real, that he was a phantom made real to torment me and take away the only person in this world who had been kind to me. So I waited to see what he would do. If he was a spy come to do any harm I would finish him and if he was indeed a phantom I would still defeat it, or die trying.

   He stayed there in the darkness looking in at the light of the torches and the guards patrolling. He did not see to be surveying or to even care for the pattern of the guards. Then it happened. He tensed up and seemed to see something far away. It was two figures who had come from around the corner. It was you and Alfonse. He seemed to melt into tree he was hiding behind. I was about to pounce on him when you started singing softly. Your voice carried to where his hidden form trembled with a hidden emotion. The way he said your name, send shivers down my spine. It was the the prayer of the dying. The emotions in that sole word…Devotion, longing, sadness, love…

   Not too far from where you and I had sat you stood talking to a guard. They were giving their reports, not aware of the two persons intruding on their useless watch.

   -Do you want to go to the library and drink some tea?- You ask Alfonse.

   -It is late. Are you not tired?- Asked the prince.

 - It’s never too late to drink tea with you.- You say smiling while your hand touches his, almost by accident but his hand hand reacting at once catches your fingers in his. At this distance I can see him blushing hard.- But if you are tired…

   -No!- He answers faster than necessary, but he does not seem to care.-We should take it in the study. That way we can go right to sleep after.- You nod and the both of you turn to leave. Such an innocent, yet intimate exchange.

   -Alfonse.

   The stranger moved and my attention had returned to him. He had said the name with such hate and sadness. No… Not hate.. it felt more like jealousy. His Gauntlet-ed hand had carved the surface of the tree with its metal nails. He made to follow as you walked away, but he stayed in place. When you turned the corner he turned away but stayed a while. His figure leaned on the tree while he covered his face with one his hands.

  I turned away then. I felt I was intruding on a pain beyond what I had ever experience and too personal to witness. I only looked again when he made to leave. He uncovered his chest and face then and looked at the moon. From behind the mask the words of your song reached me with the voice of the specter. The whisper low and sad.

   -If I could,then I would…I’ll go wherever you will go…

   He came back a few nights later and I noticed that it was always the nights you were out on patrol.He had memorized your schedule it seemed. I got the idea, that even though he was jealous of Alfonse, he did not seemed to care for him or tried to harm him. There were nights when the prince would do a round by himself and the specter never came those days. I learned later that Alfonse was doing Sharena’s patrol since she had been working with the refugees and my specter friend had taken to spying her at town during the day,

   Then came the night my hallucination returned while we were talking during my dinner. You looked so sad that day and it sobered me up to see how haunted you were by the deaths you felt you had caused. You took responsibility instead of denying it, the way cowards always did. I knew then you felt the same way I did, but where I had become a monster you were becoming a light. I felt I should warn you about him. He was surely coming tonight and you were warned.

   Still I new you were not going to resist and that after my show of lunacy you would dismiss my warning as a product of my mind. I waited for him, hidden by the edge of the woods where he always hid to see you.

   He appeared again from deep within the woods. His slow determined walk turned quiet and again he covered his glowing chest and face. He stood there like I had seen him the previous nights. By the talk we had had earlier I guessed now that this was Lif, the person that had helped you before, but I was still unsure.

  Thankfully my demons were quiet that night and I was able to keep my sanity while this happened. The time when you came from around the corner of the building arrived. You were talking to Prince Alfonse and your hand movement reflected it was a quite emotional subject. Since I was closer to the clearing this time I could hear you better that the last time.

 -Luckily the potion was created fast and it is very safe.- I could hear the voice of the prince and his tone was almost soothing.

 -Yes. Even then I can’t help but worry about him not wanting to take it.

 -Why wouldn’t he take it? He must know you are only trying to help him.

 -He may not Alfonse. Most people that have this kind of psychological trauma and have hallucinations think they are real and there is no convincing them of the truth. I fear Dimiti may not understand that he is sick and that his demons are only the product of his sick mind. I worry so much about him Alfonse… I can’t…I don’t want him to die..

 This is when I noticed you were talking about me. What I felt at the realization was a jumble of feelings coming at me so fast it gave me mental whiplash. I was surprised at first and then I felt cold anger that you would think everything was just my imagination. I felt invalidated in my pain. Part of my mind, the one that was sick and delusional told me you did not believe me and did not care for me the way I had thought. But the part of my mind that had been touched by your efforts told me this was not the truth. I knew I was sick; and I knew I had been sick even before this. I had been told this so many times and I didn’t want to listen. What was worst was that my position as a prince meant that it was easier to ignore my mental problems than to risk their positions and this way the problems went unchecked until it was too late. Still, here there was a way for me to get better and people that cared for me. It made me feel a wave of warmth I had not felt since my childhood.

 -We will come up with a way to help him. Don’t worry.- He says softly and takes your hand. I hear a gasp from my right where the person watching you lays in wait.

 -Oh Alfonse. I am so sorry to drag you in. You keep telling me to not get close to the heroes and I know it is because you got hurt, but …

 -I have to learn to let go or I will never grow… but it is hard..

 -That’s because when you care for someone you give them your heart. You are so passionate Alfonse…You don’t do stuff by halves and that is the reason…-You let the silence end your sentence as you both stay watching one another. The steps of the guards may have been what brought your attention back to reality.- Any way…Yeah you better learn to let go or your future children will suffer for it.- You say with a laugh. He is taken aback by this and is visibly flustered.

 -What? My kids… erm…the things you say _____.

 -It’s true! I can see you not letting them marry until they are 40.

 -Not true.- He says and he sounds so young,- Forty years are a perfect time to get married.

 -Alfonse are you getting married until you are forty? Because I am not waiting that long.-You say and turn around to engage a guard. The prince stand there rooted to the spot with an expression between happiness and bashfulness.

 -I would marry you right now…- He says too softly for you and the guard to hear but I could hear them because he was closer to the tree line and because these words were echoed by the man standing near me at exactly the same time.

 The prince then joins you and the guard to take the reports and after a while I see you step aside and watch the place where we have dinner every night. Then you turn to the moon now past full and  the soft words of a song start to fall from your lips.

 - Come to my window…crawl inside and wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window… I’ll be home soon…I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath. And I would stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death.- The reaction to the song was quite visible. Knowing I had told you someone would be coming, it felt to me like an invitation and it was plain he had taken it as such. But the words that had followed had truck him harder than the first. From where the prince was standing he gave you a look that seemed at the time unreadable to me at the moment. Now I know that he knew what you were doing. There was not much that would escape his sharp mind.- You don't know how far I'd go to ease this precious ache end you don't know how much I'd give or how much I can take. Just to reach you…

 -Ready? - He asked you suddenly ending your quiet singing. He looked troubled. You nodded and went to meet him to get back. Your patrol had ended. When they were at a distance I saw him lean to your ear and say something to which you shrugged in return.

 I looked back at him. He had one knee on the ground and he was leaning on the tree.It took some time but finally he got up and took some time to move. I suspect he was making up his mind about something.

 As you know I am quite tall and most of the time it takes some effort to be hidden well from all angles, but in my last years I had leaned well how to do so. I had sat among some leafy bushes between two trees.These bushes protected me from all sides. I was lucky they did as he did not walk in the same direction in which he went when he left the earlier times. He walked past me along the Western side of the grounds due North and I could see he was too distracted to notice me in my hiding spot. There was resolve and purpose in his steps and there was fire in his shinning crimson eyes. It was as if life had once again entered his being.

 If I was correct he was trying to get to your room that overlooked the central gardens and he had to get past the stables and the guards to do so. He seemed to have a very detailed outline of the castle and the location your room. I supposed then he had been in there before as a guest, but if he was an ally why hide from view? Had he done something to fall out of grace with the Order?

He hesitated before going past the stables and I soon understood why. I could hear the beasts grow restless as if sensing his presence. I heard Gerome talking to Minerva and asking why she was behaving this way. He stopped and listened for the hero’s presence. Indeed Gerome came out and talked to the guard who agreed to search for the source of the unrest. While they were at it the stranger had gone past the guards and crossed the grounds towards the entrance to the inner gardens. He was as agile and stealthy as a ninja.

  I decided then to come out of the shadows and let them think it had been me all the while the source of the beasts unrest. I knew if the stranger did something against you it would have been all on me, but I was sure I could stop him if it was necessary.

They saw me and asked me what I was doing, but a look in their direction shut them up. They knew who I was and I felt no need to explain myself to no one in any case. Lucky for me the stranger was already gone inside and had not heard the exchange. Once in the garden I too took to the shadows and surveyed the place. The gardens are vast as you well know and it took me a long time to locate my target. I found him by some rose bushes near the entrance to the entrance to the room complex where your room was located. He sneaked past the door and on to the side of the building until he came to the side of the camellia tree surrounded by laurels just under the balconies of your rooms. As expected there was no light in your room,nor the the prince’s. Instead of climbing up he waited in the shadows of the trees.

  I don’t know if you remember coming out to your balcony that night. Your light came on and after a while you came out of the room. You stayed there a while looking sadly at the gardens. He came out of the shadows to look at you and the soft and deep whisper of his voice reached me. I could not make out everything he said but I heard something like “… is the sun(1).” and as he talked to himself he quietly questioned if he should speak to you, light in the prince’s room went out. You went inside then. After a while he went out again and after looking over for prying eyes he climbed the wall to your balcony. By then I suspect you were asleep.He peeked inside and opened the door, but before going inside he paused unsure of his actions. He tried leaving but again he could not resist and opened it again and went inside. I was ready to climb and tear him apart if he was doing something untoward but just was soon as he went inside he had come out. He took out a flower he had taken from the garden and left it on the rail of the balcony…then he took it again and squished it in his hand. I found out later that he had placed a single kiss on your forehead and it had taken all of his will power not to spend the night watching you sleep.

 He sneaked out then and I did not follow. There were so much I needed to think about that night. Not only about the stranger but about what I had heard you say. That night I decided to give it a chance and try the potion I knew you would offer. The first thing I did that morning was take a bath in the gelid waters of the river that ran close to the tree house. I still feel shame about this but my logic was that by not being inviting to the senses I felt safer. It was an extra shield for me and if it made my enemies fear me then it was for the better.

   Knights later when it was again your turn to patrol I learned the prince was not going to be available to accompany you. I knew there were plenty heroes who would want to go patrolling with you, including my other selves who were very protective of you and the Fell Dragon whom you and Alfonse had almost adopted (2). I did not even offered to go out with you since I was ready to watch from the shadows and I wanted to see what the stranger would do now that you were alone.

   I watched over you from the beginning of your patrol. Even when stood outside in the garden looking up at the prince’s balcony and threw a small stone at the glass door, even knowing he would not be in there. I went to my spot near the clearing. Now with a cleared mind after taking the potion you had offered me it was easier to make better choices. I could not believe I had let him go so far as to get inside your room the nights prior. I was thinking of confronting him tonight and I was in for a big surprise when you appeared in the distance.

   The stranger had been waiting in the same place as before. Looking at him and knowing you were alone made wish he would not be wearing that mask. I knew by the glowing in the mask that part of his face was made from the same matter as his chest and I was not only curious to see his facial bones but mostly his expression when he saw you coming.

   Then you came and waited for the guards to report and stayed for a while writing down something on a small book. When the figures of the guard were gone you put the book inside your coat pocket and turned to fave the tree line. Unknown to me you had come earlier with Alfonse and had searched for signs that would let you know if he had come. Alfonse had found the scratches in the tree and so you knew where he would be hiding.

   You started walking towards us not knowing I was also hiding nearby. He seemed to panic for a second when we heard you speak. They were the lines of a poem I only remember but little.

 - “ Stay Shadow of my shy treasure. Image of the charmer I love best. Fair dream for which I die with joyful breast. Illusion sweet for which I live in pain…”

   He steps back and a shaky “No” leaves him, but he is now frozen in place as your figure enters the line of trees. You were guided by the sign of the scratches he had left on the tree so many nights ago.

 -“ It matters not that you slip through chains and embrace… when fantasy builds a prison just for you.” (3) - Now that you were standing just in front of him, his demeanor changed. It is as if he was steeling himself to fight. A fight I guessed then, that was against his feelings and one that was already lost.

 -Those words should be saved for Alfonse and I am not him.

 -You came to visit the other night.- You tell him, dismissing his words. He keeps quiet a moment.

 -I had an invitation. One you should not have given lightly.

 -I am glad you took it. I’ve wish to see you for a while…and I had thought it had been a sweet dream.

 -Why? I almost killed you and Alfonse. You should fear me and stay away from me.

 -I do not blame you for that; and it was you who saved us all in the end. I owe you everything.

 - It wasn’t just me who…

 -Alfonse please!

 -Don’t…not anymore...- He starts to say but your head leans on the glowing chest he had failed to keep covered. His arms jerk forward as if to embrace you, but he keeps them away.

 Until this point I had been confused by this interaction. Your words had been meant for a lover and I had thought you loved only Alfonse. Anger was beginning to seep into my heart. I had thought you better than so easy to flirt with another. Flirting while having a love so heartfelt and pure as the prince’s. Then hearing you say his name with such love made the truth sink in. You had talked about another Askr and that there was someone who had helped you defeat Hel called Lif. If this young man was the person that helped you and his real name was Alfonse and this meant that this man was that Askr’s prince Alfonse. All the pieces to my puzzle now fit perfectly. Now I understood how he new everything so well in the castle. It had been his home.

 -Can only Thrasir call you that now?

 Your words held no reproach, but his answer came in the form of his left hand caressing your head. His battle was truly lost.

 -I have words for him as well. Love and Innocence being some of them. Sometimes I feel I am polluting him.- There is a smile and fondness in your statement.

 -You think him pure…when he worships your memory every night before sleep and gilt takes him? Only to dream of you again.- I heard your gasp and your head turns upward to see his face. He does not flinch from your gaze, even after that personal revelation. I take it you understood he had done this as well.

 -You…

 -Every night.- He responds still not flinching. Your face is scarlet red. You lower your dead to his chest again. (4)

 -He…He’s the perfect gentleman with me. He barely touches me. Sometimes I feel like I am back in square one with him, but I don’t want to rush him if he is not prepared for more.

 -Fool…- He says with little venom and he takes to caress your cheek.- Why does he not act on his feelings? Was I this foolish myself? Yes…I lost so much precious, time I could have spent with you…You could both die any minute …has he learned nothing from my past?

 - You kind of told us and I quote "Get close to someone, and the pain of parting will be much more acute. You and Alfonse must remember this."

 -I meant the heroes.

 - I know this, but I think Alfonse took it more seriously. He still think I will go back to my world despite me telling him I will stay.

 -Fool...If only you were mine…- I saw him change again. He let go of you and even tried to repel you.-But you are not…My ______ is gone for ever… I need to go. I should have never come back here. This is not my place and you are not mine.

 -Alfonse…Lif- You change the name when he flinches away from you.

 - There is nothing I can offer you…nothing I can give you…Alfonse…how I envy him…

 -What is it that you think I want from him that you can not give me yourself?

 -...I don’t even have a heart to give you now…- He turns to leave.

 -Time…Time and friendship…That is all I ask…That is all I asked from the beginning.

 -I could never be your friend.

 -Please, I just want to help you…

 -Help me? How? I don’t need your pity or your friendship…I want...-He was about to leave but turns around and looks at you. He slowly takes off his mask and approaches you again. I could see he was waiting for you to flee or to be disgusted. I when I could no even see bone or teeth inside where his jawline would be. Whatever he though you would do however, he did not expect for you to take his face in your hands like it was a precious treasure. -So much more than that…-  He finished in a whisper. Once enthralled by your caress, he leaned over and kissed you.

 That kiss…How I longed then to be touched so lovingly, the way you kissed him then. He barely touched your lips, but you circled his neck with you arms and he deepened it while his arms sough to embrace you by the waist. Your hands tangled in his hair and I imagined how they would feel in mine. The moan of need that left his throat, appeared to have brought him to his senses once again and he let go.

 -I love you…I may not have a heart, but I love you with everything I have and I will continue to love you for ever…But so does he and I will not break his heart. If only one of us can be happy, then let it be him. Happiness was not made for me.

 -I love you too, Alfonse. Whatever form you take…but you are right… it is not his fault and it is not fair for neither of you. Forgive me for my selfishness.

 -Now go before the guards return and raise the alarm…He will be waiting…

 -Where will you go?

 -Does it matter?

 -It matters to me…to us. You can always return here.

 -There is…I have no place here. Now go.

 You sigh, say your farewell and leave. He watches you go and he puts his mask on again after touching his translucent lips with a sigh. After your form is gone from sight he turns and leaves. It may have been my imagination ____, but it seemed to me like his form did not look as somber or sad as before.

   I confess that… I felt jealousy of that love. No only your love for him but his love for you. He loved you beyond death and you loved him beyond appearances. In my life no one had loved me so. Yet you were giving me a part of your heart as Alfonse his friendship and Lif his pain. It had to be enough for me.

    A/N: Since Alfonse is a very intelligent man who loves to read and acquire knowledge, I am sure he asks the Summoner often about all kinds of stuff that the summoner has learned in their world. If the summoner can speak more than one language, he would be asking the summoner how to say  or write different words and phrases because he loves languages as you can see by him being a lost language translator. He remembers much of it because he has nearly perfect memory and loves the summoner very much that he tries hard to remember everything; specially the summoner’s favorite lyrics to songs poems or quotes from different media. Because The summoner does not share his perfect memory many of the quotes are not nearly exact and so I paraphrased quotes because this way the Summoner seems more like our real self who does remember parts of something but can’t access goggle to find the right quote.

  MY summoner is indeed Lif’s summoner as well. When the time line broke apart, she became two but when Lif’s Summoner died her part of the soul returned to the point when the time line broke, memories and all.

 (1) “ What Light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and ____ is the sun.”

“Should I listen for more, or should I speak now?”

Romeo and Juliet.

 (2) I love Grima and sometimes I feel like this dear dragon is still that child who is lashing out after being abused and neglected and knows no better.

 (3) Full Poem.

Stay Shadow of my shy treasure. Image of the charmer I love best.

Fair dream for which I die with joyful breast.

Illusion sweet for which I live in pain.

Your winning graces all my heart enchain,

It follows as the steel, the magnet’s test.

But wherefore you win my love and made me blest.

If thou must mock me, fading soon again.

Yet canst thou never boast, with fullest pride,

That triumphant o’er me is thy tyranny.

For though thou from the dose embrace doest glide.

That held thy visionary form from me,

But fancy builds a prison still for you.

 Sor Juana Ines De La Cruz. Paraphrased in actual text for plot reasons.

 (4) Alfonse taking Lan Zhan words to heart. “ Every night is every night” Lan Wanji Master of Demonic Cultivation XD . Sorry I could not resist.

[eladrin-disaster]

Hey umm Book 4 Chapter 13... What the fuck...

You answered none of my questions, I want answers please...

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck does Loki have to do with this since we all know it reeks of the shady bitch being involved...

Just -breathes in- what the fuck!?

Is Freyja dead or in a death like sleep?

Was she tasked with nabbing Alfonse originally on Alfaðör's orders? Or did she spin an elaborate lie to save the dream realm involving the summoner since her and Freyrs plan involving mortals turned Álfr didn't work...

Speaking of Alfonse, if he's alive and well, has he just been doing Mjölnir Strike and defending Midgard for the entirety of Book 4?

If so then why the fuck! Send the only summoner, a commander of the Order of Heroes, the Princess of Askr, and the Princess of Embla on a wild goose chase if he's not dead!?

Is Commander Anna secretly a deity or other non mortal being? She did recognize and know Peony as Sharena's childhood friend, even though it was said it wasn't likely that they'd remember the dream realm along with the Álfr. She also did drop a lot of lore this book... Anna's sus.

and fucking Finally! I'm going to kick Alfaðör's ass and I'll be mad if i don't get to!