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aishangotome · 16 days ago
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[Azel] The Mean Unicorn's Greedy Desire (Bday Story) - Let Me Tell You a Secret About God - His POV
Part 3
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Gods are supposed to know everything.
That's what people tend to think, but it's not true.
Silvio: Huh? You don't even know how to celebrate a normal birthday?
A few years ago, Prince Silvio, who had come all the way to Tanzanite for a business discussion, was astonished.
He was so different from the person who had been engaged in a heated debate about new shipping routes just a few minutes ago.
Azel: Unfortunately not. For me, a birthday is a matter of state.
Azel: As a god, I don't celebrate others either. My blessings are a bit heavy for ordinary people.
Silvio: Certainly, considerin' your position, it's not strange...
Silvio: You have expertise in all sorts of fields, enough for me to come all the way here, yet you're ignorant of common sense.
Azel: I have to admit, I'm not interested in it either.
Silvio: Then why did you ask 'bout "how ordinary people celebrate birthdays"?
Azel: No particular reason.
Silvio: You don't wannna say?
Azel: Well, I heard that it's your birthday, Prince Silvio.
Azel: I'm not one to celebrate others, but I should try to win your favor, shouldn't I?
Azel: If I miss a big money opportunity, the name of god will be ruined.
There was no profound reason why he was interested.
He had just "seen" a birthday in a dream the other day.
The way they celebrated and their attitude towards birthdays were completely different from what he knew, and it was just a trivial matter that he brought up in casual conversation to correct the discrepancy in his knowledge.
Silvio: ...Well, whatever. Generally, people celebrate with a birthday cake and presents, don't they?
Silvio: In Benitoite, we add alcohol to that.
Azel: A birthday cake... such a thing exists.
Silvio: They have them in Tanzanite too, right?
Azel: They might, but I've never peeked into an ordinary household's celebration.
Azel: The birthday I know is about listening to people's prayers, giving them blessings, and receiving fine wine and food in return.
Azel: It's just a ritual.
Silvio: ...Somehow...
Silvio: For the first time ever, I feel sorry for ya.
Azel: If you feel sorry for me, please donate money.
Silvio: I'll give ya as much as you want dependin' on your "divination."
(Birthday cake...)
(...I wonder what it's like.)
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The Apostle: Living God, on this momentous day, I offer my heartfelt gratitude on behalf of the people of Tanzanite.
The Apostle: Blessings to you, who were sent from the moon. May our country's path be blessed with prosperity.
---Several years later, the annual ritual celebrating the god's birth was held as usual.
(...This is so tedious.)
It was a monotonous job, simply looking down at the old man kneeling before the god sitting on the throne.
The king and officials in important positions were standing around, offering prayers to the god with almost comical earnestness and sincerity.
I stifled a yawn behind my pasted-on smile and glanced at the tightly closed screen.
(Is she not here yet?)
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---A few hours earlier.
Emma: ...What kind of ritual is it that you have after this?
Azel: It's nothing much. It's a simple job where I just have to receive congratulatory words in the throne room.
Emma: ...You have work to do on your birthday?
Azel: That's right. Isn't it pitiful?
The girl from Rhodolite, who had come from a foreign land, furrowed her brows as she measured the ingredients she would probably use for the birthday cake, either unconsciously or intentionally.
Her face, which seemed to say "working on your birthday is unthinkable," probably showed sympathy, just like Prince Silvio.
It was only recently that I learned this was a normal reaction.
(She's a typical do-gooder. I almost feel sorry for her.)
When I ran into her in the city, while I thought I had been found by a troublesome woman, what came to mind was the conversation I had with Prince Silvio a few years ago.
I thought that if it was her, with her ability to judge things with an unbiased perspective, she might be able to let me experience an "ordinary birthday," something I had been curious about...
That thought, and stopping her, was the beginning of it all.
(Good people are good targets in every sense of the word. Poor thing.)
Azel: By the way, the pitiful story continues. There's a party to worship me after the ritual.
Azel: People try to praise me with good intentions and entertain me with fine wine and food, but it's troublesome—no, it's too much for me.
Azel: I'd love to refuse, but it's my birthday, so unless there's a very good reason, people won't let me off the hook.
Azel: Oh, I wish there was a kind-hearted soul somewhere.
Azel: If there was a woman with the most beautiful heart in the small country, she would surely extend a merciful hand to this poor god––
Emma: ...If I get you out of there, will it repay all of today's unreasonable debts?
Azel: Yes, thank you very much.
(See? This is how you get used again.)
The girl from the foreign land makes no attempt to hide her reluctant expression.
In front of the god, even tourists from other countries tend to show reverence and fear the mystery, but she doesn't.
What is reflected in her clear eyes, seemingly untouched by any impurity, is not the god sitting on the ceiling, but a wicked "person."
(There are others like her who are disrespectful, but I still like it. I like that I can act as I please around her.)
Azel: But you agreed more readily than I expected?
Emma: ...Because it's strange, isn't it?
Emma: Why does the birthday person have to do things they don't want to do on their birthday?
Azel: ...........
(I see, that's also "common sense," huh?)
(Birthdays are a day when selfish behavior is allowed, not devotion.)
(It's quite different from my common sense.)
The girl bows her head as if she has come to her senses.
Perhaps she's dutifully thinking that she "denied Tanzanite's culture."
(I don't care about that.)
Emma: I apologize––
Azel: You... do you enjoy it when your own birthday comes around?
I ask to correct the distortion in my perception.
Emma: ...Yes, I enjoy it. My friends celebrate with me every year.
(...Ah, I can picture it.)
Azel: So that's how it is.
Emma: Yes, that's how it is.
(I envy her.)
The conversation comes to a pause, and the girl continues making the birthday cake.
I can't help but follow her movements with my eyes, probably because I'm looking forward to it, unlike my usual self.
(...This year's birthday will be––)
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Emma: Excuse me, Living God.
Just as I finished the congratulatory address and was about to be escorted to the banquet, the screen opened.
It seemed the girl with the most beautiful heart in the small country couldn't abandon the poor god after all.
I raise a hand to stop the attending soldier who tries to intervene.
Azel: It seems there has been a development with the matter I asked you to look into?
I beckon her to come closer to the throne.
The path surrounded by the country's dignitaries, such as the king and the apostle, must be quite intimidating for a commoner.
But the girl never lowered her gaze.
With a strong gaze and a dignified expression, she walks forward with confidence, so as not to arouse suspicion from those around her.
(What an impressive woman.)
I signal with my finger for the woman in front of me to lean closer to my ear.
She seems to be quick-witted, as she immediately moves close enough that no one else can hear us.
Azel: ...I haven't thought about what happens after this.
Emma: You mean you couldn't come up with anything?
Azel: Your face is known throughout the castle, so you can't disguise yourself as a maid.
Azel: Then what excuse could a mere traveling merchant have to summon the god? That's right, there is none.
Emma: ...You asked me to do this knowing all that?
Azel: Exactly.
(She's not stupid either... Well, I guess the woman who was appointed as Belle couldn't be incompetent.)
With the smile I reluctantly learned in my childhood, I look around again.
Azel: I apologize. I saw a sign of disaster and had her investigate it, but it seems I was right.
Azel: I want to return to the temple quickly and perform a divination, so I'll have to decline the banquet.
Enis: Disaster? Then, should we send soldiers...?
Azel: Her assistance alone is enough.
I rise from the throne and place a hand on the woman's shoulder.
What I felt was a tremor from her nervousness.
(...She really is something.)
Azel: It's rare for me to keep a woman by my side, isn't it? Are you sure you want to interfere with such a rare opportunity?
Enis: ...Well...
The Apostle: Enis, follow the Living God's wishes.
Enis: ...Understood. I pray for your safety.
The sight of all the dignitaries kneeling on the floor at once is comical no matter how many times I see it, and I quickly leave the throne room before a genuine laugh escapes me.
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Emma: As expected, Prince Azel is silver-tongued. Just like a swindler.
Azel: You're quite the smooth talker yourself, aren't you? It's fine to hold a grudge, but don't forget there's such a thing as slander.
Having finally reached a place where there were no people, the woman seemed to be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Azel: ...To be honest, I thought you would run away again.
Emma: If you're talking about this afternoon, I did come back properly after running away.
Azel: There's no guarantee that will happen next time, is there?
Emma: I keep my promises. Besides...
Emma: I've decided to celebrate Prince Azel properly today.
(...Even though she had no intention of celebrating when we met by chance.)
(I don't know what kind of change of heart she had...)
(But, thanks to your spirit, the birthday cake I ate for the first time was delicious.)
*flashback to earlier*
Emma: It's done! Birthday Special: Rose-patterned Fruit Tart!
Emma: I got a little carried away and made two cakes instead of one...
Emma: But it's surely just right for a hungry Prince Azel, right?
Emma: Once again, happy birthday!
*back to present*
(...That was the first time I've ever been celebrated like that.)
I learn another ordinary thing, and my divinity is chipped away.
That's more comfortable than anything.
(I'm satisfied. It would be fine to part now, but...)
Seeing the fatigue seeping into the woman's smile, I sigh.
(...I can't just give her nothing in return.)
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There aren't many things that come to mind as a reward.
I don't know and am not interested in the preferences of a woman from a foreign country... especially one I've just met.
But I do know one thing, the best reward a god can give to a mortal.
Azel: This is far enough.
Emma: What...?
I brought her to this deserted oasis because if anyone saw us, it would cause a huge commotion.
What I'm about to give her is something that is extremely valuable to the people of Tanzanite.
(...Though I've never given it to anyone before.)
I turn to face the woman who bumped into my back when I suddenly stopped.
I brush aside her bangs and, recalling a document I read long ago, lightly kiss her forehead.
(...)
(...I'm starting to regret this now.)
The woman is dumbfounded, moving her mouth open and closed with a silly expression.
But I feel like I've done something just as foolish and stupid, and I forcibly push down the intense shame rising within me behind a smile.
Azel: The god of Tanzanite is a being who protects and guides all people equally.
Azel: Protecting the country in this wasteland is the very meaning of my existence...
Azel: It's normally unthinkable for me to favor an individual, especially a girl from a foreign land.
Azel: But, yes, just for today...
Azel: It wouldn't be bad to lavish blessings as a special service only to those who have offered their congratulations.
According to one theory, those who receive a god's blessing are guaranteed a life free from illness and disaster.
I think it's a ridiculous story, but as far as I can tell from reading all sorts of documents, it seems to be true. I think it's a matter of probability, but there's no evidence to deny the blessing.
(Though I don't understand why this is how the blessing is given...)
It's not that I believe in unrealistic things.
I just thought that the woman who gave me a human celebration deserved such a mystical blessing.
(But this is awkward.)
(Incredibly awkward.)
Because of the bright moon, I can see the woman's flushed cheeks.
It's unbearably embarrassing.
Azel: Well, it doesn't come cheap.
Emma: There's a fee!?
Azel: Of course.
Emma: That's a scam...
Azel: A complaint? You've got guts. It's amusing to criticize a god's blessing.
Emma: .......
As I rattle off a series of words, the woman suddenly bursts into laughter.
Her idiotic expression from a moment ago completely changes, and she starts making an infuriatingly smug face.
Azel: ...What is it?
Emma: Nothing, it's nothing.
(...Damn it...)
(Oh, I know, I know. If I can see your expression...)
(That means you can see mine too, right?)
My shame finally reaches its limit, and I force a smile, though I'm irritated––
Azel: Stop that face.
Emma: Ow, that hurts...!
Even though I pull on her soft cheeks, the smugness doesn't disappear from the woman's face.
That only fuels the heat that won't go away.
Azel: The god will never protect you again. Goodbye.
When I turn my back and try to escape, she immediately grabs my sleeve.
Emma: Please don't say goodbye! I was happy!
Emma: It means that my cake was worthy of a blessing, that it was that much of a celebration for you.
Emma: That blessing just now, was it a thank you for the birthday cake?
(It is... it is, but...)
I put strength into the fingers I place on her cheek again.
Azel: ...That's kind of annoying.
Emma: Ow, that hurts!?
Azel: You're seriously misunderstanding. It's not like I want to thank you.
Azel: I just thought I'd add to your debt since I had the chance.
(No...)
(...Making excuses like an idiot will only make me feel more pathetic.)
I can't even look the woman in the eye anymore.
Emma: ...I-I understand.
Emma: I'll... I'll pretend that's what it is.
Azel: You don't understand at all.
Perhaps I've tormented her cheeks too much, as the woman shows a sign of resistance.
I loosen my grip, but I'm still not satisfied.
Azel: You disrespectful person.
Emma: ...S-Sorry?
Azel: Don't make it a question.
(...Calm down.)
(I'm a grown man. I don't want to be any more pathetic than this.)
(Just be honest. It's a simple task.)
Azel: It's not a thank you, but... it wasn't bad.
Azel: You're the only one who would dare celebrate a god's birthday as a human.
Azel: ...You're the only one, unique to me.
(...)
(...I can't thank her with words after all. Let's part ways.)
I let go of her cheek and turn my back on her for real this time.
Emma: I was also happy to make an important discovery today.
Azel: Doesn't sound worth hearing. Goodbye.
Emma: Prince Azel is actually shy--
(Damn it!)
Emma: Ow! Ow, ow, ow!
Hearing such an outrageous insult, I couldn't help but pull on her cheek.
Azel: Say that again. I'll sue you for insult and throw in a divine punishment as a bonus.
Emma: That's not fair...!
(It can't be helped.)
*flashback to earlier*
Emma: I wasn't trying to feed it to you!
Azel: Well, don't do anything confusing.
Emma: ...Eh?
Azel: ...?
Emma: Did you really misunderstand that?
Azel: I didn't misunderstand. You looked like you wanted to feed me, so I reluctantly played along. For a fee.
Emma: A fee!?
Azel: I need more apples. Offer more. Then I'll waive the feeding fee.
Emma: Please hold the fork properly this time.
Azel: ...Shut up. This is my first time doing this.
*back to present*
Azel: Let me tell you a secret about god.
I raise the corners of my mouth as I pinch her cheek.
Azel: I'm petty.
Emma: That's not a secret!
(It is a secret.)
(...It's only with you that I become this petty.)
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FIN
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valflaame · 2 years ago
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No one would believe him if he voiced his thoughts aloud. There's an undeniable shift in the air, a shiver settling deep in his bones with no known cause. He brushes it off at first as a side effect of the training gauntlet, though his doubts linger.
Exhaustion fades a day after the event yet the unsettled feeling remains. Azelle finds himself looking over his shoulder, hesitant to turn corners, body tensing at the slightest provocation.
A spoon is halfway to his mouth when the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Slowly, the utensil lowers, dropping back into his soup with a dull plop. Azelle's gaze lands on his half-brother as if drawn by a magnet.
He swallows, throat bobbing, before standing on unsteady legs. "Arvis," he croaks out in disbelief. (Or is it fear?) "...what are you doing here?"
Arvis had often wondered what happened to Azelle.
He had entrusted him to Sigurd, told him explicitly that his brother meant to world to him. After the battle of Belhalla he hadn't learned of his half-brother's fate, and it ate at him.
Arvis may not have been the most kind and loving sort to Azelle, but that did not mean he did not think about him, and feel protective over him. Azelle was not immune to Arvis' fiery temper, his outbursts, his jealous and possessive moments -- he's not sure he ever made it clear to the younger that he did not begrudge him anything.
All of these thoughts come to him at once as he turns and hears that familiar voice. This monastery truly has the most curious of magic, bringing his family back to him, one by one.
"Azelle," is all he trusts himself to say at first, and then adds: "I'm getting dinner. Care to join me?"
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shibopanda · 2 years ago
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Ok actually it drives me fucking insane that Arvis's Fire Emblem Wiki page says misogynistic in his personality section and that I can't even comment how that doesn't make any sense. Lads what the fuck are you TALKING ABOUT the only people he has ever loved and respected in his life save his little brother are all women the Crusader Fjalar was a woman how is your read of him avoiding women bc he's afraid of being his father that he's a misogynist yall are INSANE
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otomehoneyybearr · 8 months ago
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The Beast's Love is Unstoppable
Kagari's Story MDNI please!
This is the script version of the story. The lovely @caffedrine posted amazing summaries of Kagari, Matias and Azel's story! Please check them out (≧◡≦) ♡! Thank you!
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Today’s the day Kagari will be coming to Rhodolite.
There’s still a few hours until our meetup, so to calm my excited heart, I went out, but then—
Kagari: "Princess, I've finally found you."
Emma: "K-Kagari!?"
My eyes widen at the sight of him as I was dragged into an alley and pinned against a wall.
Our long-awaited reunion was unexpectedly sudden, and my surprise outweighed my joy.
Emma: "You came much earlier than the scheduled time."
Kagari: "I wanted to see your face, even if it was one second sooner."
(So Kagari felt the same way.)
Emma: "I've been restless wanting to see you too."
As he caressed my cheek, a warm feeling spread in the center of my chest.
(As much as I want to savor this reunion.)
(Right now, taking him home is my top priority.)
Kagari "...Princess."
(…!)
Suddenly, his perfectly handsome face came close enough that I could feel his breath...
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Kagari: "Finally, I get to be with you. Hold me as tight as you can."
(I was too late… No, I think he was already like this.)
Before I knew it, there was a thick, syrupy heat in his emerald eyes, and alarms started going off in my head.
Dealing with this needy general outdoors is akin to fighting a losing battle.
Emma: "Of course, I'll give you plenty of hugs and kisses. Now, let's head home."
Kagari: "I've had enough of holding back. Now is fine."
Emma: "Please just hold off on... Ah..."
Ignoring my plea, Kagari entwines his legs with mine as he presses his body against me and starts to kiss my forehead, cheeks, and neck without reservation.
I struggled desperately to escape, but he didn't budge. Needless to say, my resistance only encouraged him more.
Kagari: "Your heart is pounding so hard and your body is so warm... It’s adorable how you're so conscious of me, Princess."
Emma: "It's not because I'm conscious, it’s just because you’re coming on so strong—ah, please don't bite too hard..."
Kagari: "I'm being a good boy, so I won't leave any marks.”
Emma: "Doing this outside makes you a bad boy...!"
(It seems like the disliking for doing this outside doesn’t apply to the current Kagari.)
While enduring frustrating stimulation, I desperately searched for words to break free from this situation.
Emma: "I want to be alone with you without anyone interrupting, so please wait until we get home!"
Kagari: "To be alone with me, huh…? I'd like that."
The sparkle of anticipation I saw in his emerald eyes wasn't just my imagination.
Kagari: "You won't go back on your words, will you?"
Emma: "..."
Kagari: "Princess."
Emma: “I… I won’t."
As if urging me for an answer, he nibbles on my neck, and I nod repeatedly...
Kagari swept me up in his arms and dashed towards my house at a terrifying speed.
.....
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Kagari: "Ah, I love you... Without you, Princess, I'd be left with nothing but killing people."
(Well that’s alarming... But what's scarier is that it doesn't seem like a joke.)
Kagari: "Princess, you're loosening your grip."
Emma: "Oh, sorry."
As I readjusted my arms, I ran my fingers through his red hair, and he, much like an affectionate beast, nuzzled into my neck.
For the past few hours since we arrived home, I had been sitting on Kagari's lap on the bed.
As expected, our time apart seemed to have turned him into quite the needy general.
(No matter how many times I see it, this behavior is always such a stark contrast to his usual self that it baffles my mind.)
Emma: "Isn't it uncomfortable to have me on your lap for so long?"
Kagari: "Not at all. In fact, I've been wanting to do this."
Kagari: "Your warmth, heartbeat, weight, scent, texture, touch... It’s all of you. Having you here with me."
(He looks so happy.)
(But since I've invited him into my home, I should start offering some hospitality. And if possible, prepare dinner too...)
As I gently moved my hand from around his back, he held onto me tighter, as if unwilling to let go.
Looking up at me with his face buried in my chest, it was clear how much he yearned for this.
Kagari: "No, I still want to hold you. Please, don't leave me."
Emma: "I'm just going to get the tea and dorayaki I prepared."
Kagari: "As tempting as the tea and dorayaki sound, right now, I just want your attention, Princess."
Kagari: "Are you going to leave even when your kitty is purring so contentedly?"
Kagari: "Your kitty can be quite a handful when he’s sulky, you know."
(I... I'm well aware.)
I still vividly remember the time when I got so engrossed in reading that I ended up ignoring Kagari.
…Only to be kept in bed the next day, unable to get up due to his overwhelming affection.
(At least if I get the dorayaki—)
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Kagari: "Please dote on me... I'm begging you, Princess."
(Welp, there goes that plan...)
Under the rain of pleading kisses, my lips naturally part, tickled only in the most vulnerable spots inside my mouth.
His eyes and voice were so sweet they almost made me feel dizzy, and my resolve wavered...
Emma: "...Just a little longer, okay?"
Kagari: "I love you, Princess."
Seeing his smile, overflowing with affection, made me realize I could never truly win against him.
Suddenly, the hand that had been around my waist moved to my head, gently stroking my hair as if combing it.
It was unexpectedly soothing, and I tilted my head in response.
Emma: "Um, what is this?"
Kagari: "Turning the tables. You could also say I’m returning the favor."
Kagari: “I must have made you feel lonely while we were apart.”
Kagari: "That’s why this time, I’ll be the one to dote on you, Princess."
Pulling me closer, he embraces me and resumes stroking my head.
Kagari’s hand moved downward, gently patting my back in a soothing rhythm.
(Being pampered like this feels a bit embarrassing.)
(But somehow, it’s also comforting. Maybe because it’s Kagari doing it.)
(…I was pretending to be fine, but I was actually feeling really lonely.)
Unable to resist the realization of my own feelings, I buried my face into Kagari's neck.
Kagari: "You're just as needy as I am, Princess."
Emma: "I don't think so."
Kagari: "Is that so? Maybe you’re also just as clueless as me."
Emma: "Ah, it tickles!"
Kagari: "...is that all it does?"
Emma: "Huh...?"
(Come to think of it... His touch feels different…)
His previously indulgent hand had somehow slipped off its gloves, boldly trailing up my thigh and slipping beneath my skirt.
The moment I felt the warmth through my underwear, alarms went off in my head once more.
Where did the gentleness from earlier go?
Emma: "Ah, Kagari...if you keep this up, it won’t be ‘just a little longer’."
Kagari: "I know."
Emma: "So you lied...!"
Kagari: "Can you really say that when you've been carried away the whole time?"
(Uh...)
As I stumbled over my words, his green eyes narrowed with what seemed like amusement.
No matter what I say now, they’ll just sound like excuses.
(If that's the case, maybe I should just throw away all restraint and let my true feelings flow.)
(Just as Kagari was doing in front of me.)
Emma: "...Then please don’t hate me if I become an insufferably selfish, needy brat."
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Kagari: "I never planned to."
Before I knew it, I was lifted and gently pushed onto the bed.
His eyes, gazing down at me, were endlessly sweet, binding my body and soul so tightly to the point where I could hardly breathe...
Kagari: "I won't let you go for as long as I live. No, even in death, I'll always love you."
Kagari: "No matter what you do, I’ll fall in love with you over and over again, Princess."
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azelsdoormat · 28 days ago
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Azel Radwan Main Story
► Chapter 1
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I still don’t know what love is. 
But I want to someday fall in love and understand what it is. 
A passionate love like a rose set ablaze, and a fierce love that stays on for eternity like a woven tale. 
???: I see, I see…
???: How utterly laughable.
(... Who is that?) 
The usual dream I had every night changed the night before I set out on my trip to a foreign country.
It was set in a rose garden where the roses were still tightly closed buds. The space felt undeveloped and incomplete.
There stood an unfamiliar visitor, reading an unfinished tale from a book placed on an oak table.
His appearance was otherworldly, unlike that of any ordinary person.
His hair shimmered under the light of the massive moon hanging from the sky, and his eyes seemed to contain a starry sky within.
That divine, beautiful being who seemed to blend well with the dream’s space gave me a mocking grin as I approached.
Emma: What’s… laughable?
???: I have some unfortunate news for you, who yearns for love and thirsts for knowledge of what it is.
???: Love is not the grand blessing it is often proclaimed to be. 
???: Sometimes, it would serve you well to remain ignorant and pure for your entire life. You would find far greater happiness that way.
I didn't know what he read from that unfinished tale. 
But this “something”, who clearly wasn't human, directly and utterly rejected what laid at the very core of my heart. 
Emma: And how can you be so sure of that?
???: Because I am a god. 
(... God?) 
???: I have witnessed many examples of “love”. Not in fiction… but rather the raw, unvarnished love that exists in.
???: Far too often, people use “love” as a means to justify their otherwise unjustifiable actions.
???: It is truly tragic to see people driven mad by love.
???: Even the most rational people become unable to live without it.
???: Like a curse.
Emma: …
???: Judging from this dreamscape shrouded in thorns, you must be a lady from Rhodolite.
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???: Rhodolite had such a tale too, did it not? About a king who turned into a beast after losing his beloved. 
Emma: … While the story of the late Belle and the king may have been a tragedy, that doesn't mean all love must end the same way. 
???: Fair enough. However, not all love will end as a comedy either. 
???: Why do you yearn for love? 
Words caught in my throat upon hearing the god’s question.
There was no special reason for my yearning. 
It was nothing more than mere admiration, I had never deeply thought about what love truly meant. 
For the first time, I realised that my yearning was but an empty shell.
???: At the very least, love is something I would very much rather do without.
???: — For I am a god incapable of loving people. 
(……ん……)
(... Mm…)
Awaken by gentle sunlight streaming through the window, I opened my eyes to see the familiar ceiling of my room in town.
The unbloomed roses and the god who denied love both vanished as though they were nothing more than an illusion.
As I woke up, memories of the dream began crumbling away and were gradually replaced by reality. 
But a fragment of that dream lingered in my heart, refusing to disappear.
(“Love is a curse”... huh.) 
???: Emma, you up? 
A knock on my door banished the remaining drowsiness from my mind.
(This voice… Rio?)
Emma: Sorry, just a minute!
???: Ah, no worries. I’m a gentleman, I’ll wait for as long as you need.
(... I think I just heard a voice that wasn't Rio’s…)
Feeling slightly uneasy, I hurriedly got dressed, washed my face, and tidied myself up before opening the door. 
Standing at my front door was my friend, who left his position as a butler to return to town with me, greeting me with his ever so radiant smile. 
Rio: Good morning! You’re absolutely adorable today, as always!
Emma: Yeah, yeah, thanks as usual.
Emma: … What brings you here this early in the morning?
Rio: I came to visit because I just had to see your face.
Rio: And I bought bread. Want to enjoy it together? 
Emma: Thanks, I’d love to. Mmm, smells good…
Rio: It’s from your favourite bakery. They launched a new “fortune bread” today.
Emma: Fortune bread? That’s interesting! 
Clavis: Wait, wait, Emma. We have some more important matters to focus on than bread right now, don't we?
A man forced himself between us and snatched the bag of bread.
(So I wasn't imagining things when I thought I heard another voice.)
I stopped avoiding reality as a means of self-defence and turned to face the country’s most notorious troublemaker— a certain prince with a shady smile. 
Emma: It’s been a while, Clavis. 
Clavis: You could've jumped straight into my arms right off the bat, you know?
Emma: Thank you for kind consideration. Why are you here?
Clavis: Hmm, what do you think?
???: Enough with the theatrics and just tell her already. 
(Huh…?) 
My eyes widened when I saw a tall figure sitting on a wooden crate some distance away.
Emma: Luke’s here too!?
Luke: Oops. My bad, I invited myself into the conversation too early.
Rio: I coincidentally ran into Clavis and Luke earlier on.
Rio: Though, they didn't tell me what they’re here for… 
(I was just thinking it was rare for Rio to come visit me so early in the morning… maybe he’s worried about me.)
Luke stood up from the wooden crate and raised the paper bag he had in his hand.
Luke: Mind if we join you for breakfast?
My modest home where I, a commoner, lived was now filled with two princes and my former butler friend…
Our surroundings were both physically and emotionally stuffy. 
Clavis: Emma, you’re heading to Tanzanite soon, right? 
Rio: Ugh… 
The freshly baked bread, along with the sweets Luke brought, bounced slightly when Rio hit his head against a corner of the table.
Clavis: What's the matter?
Rio: … I lose control of myself whenever I hear about that.
Rio: The thought of not being able to see my angel, my goddess, my beautiful fairy Emma… 
Luke: You’re such a drama queen.
(When I first told Rio about my trip, he was completely broken. I guess this counts as an improvement.) 
[ Flashback ] 
Rio: — Emma’s going to Tanzanite…
Emma: Rio, are you okay!? You hit your head on the bookshelf really hard…
Rio: I’m okay… but… why… 
Emma: I’ve heard many stories about foreign countries from the Owner, but I’m most interested in the god who can perform infallible divinations. 
Emma: If such a god really exists, I’d like to meet them even just once. 
Emma: Besides, Tanzanite’s a popular tourist destination. 
Emma: It’s a country in the dessert, but I think it's a good choice of destination for my first trip. 
[ Flashback End ]
(I feel bad for nearly causing Rio to pass out, but…)
(I’ve been really excited every day ever since deciding to travel to Tanzanite.)
Luke: I’m surprised you’re not going with her. 
Rio: The Owner told me to look after the bookstore while she’s away. 
Rio: I really do want to go with her!! What if something happens to her when I’m not there…!? 
Rio: But if staying behind will help Emma feel more at ease on her trip, then I… I’ll… 
Clavis: Haha, you can be rest assured about that. 
Clavis tore off a piece of the bread in his hand and ate it, savouring it in delight before swallowing. 
Clavis: Because we’ll be her bodyguards in your place.
Rio: Oh, is that true? Thank goodness, I feel relieved—
Rio: — Wait, that won’t do—! What is that supposed to mean!? 
(Seriously, what does he mean by that!?) 
I almost dropped my fortune bread but managed to catch it in a panic. 
Clavis: I mean exactly what I said. 
Luke: We’re going to Tanzanite too. 
Luke stuffed a whole honey-coated pastry in his mouth and licked his fingers.
Luke: I didn't wanna go at first because it’s too bothersome, but Chevalier ordered me to take care of some diplomatic matters.
(Going to Tanzanite during this period of time means…)
[ Flashback ] 
Akatsuki: Politics have been unstable lately.
Emma: Is it because of… the Three-Nation  Alliance?
Akatsuki: Yeah. None of the countries have made any moves at the moment, but this feels like the calm before a storm. 
[ Flashback End ]
(... I’m an outsider now, so it’s best for me to refrain from getting involved.) 
Clavis: Since we’re all leaving for Tanzanite at around the same time, why don't you come with us?
Clavis: We plan to take the route that passes through Benitoite. If you ride on the royal ship, your transportation is basically free. 
Clavis: I can already picture you crying tears of joy. Ah, you don't even have to say it, I already know.
Clavis: You’re so lucky to have the privilege of travelling to a foreign country with your beloved Clavis— 
Rio: OBJECTION! 
Rio shot up from his seat with a start in the cramped room and pointed a finger at Clavis.
Rio: People always say that there's nothing scarier than something that comes free. What's your real motive? Out with it. 
(As expected of Rio. That’s what I want to know too.)
Clavis took a deliberate sip of the tea I brewed and paused as though to savour it…
His wet lips then curled into a meaningful and bold smile.
Clavis: What do you think?
Luke: Don't say such things that mess with people. There's no deeper meaning at all. 
Clavis: Read the room, Luke. 
Luke: You read the room. 
Luke: This guy ordered every official to report anything interesting about Emma to him. 
Emma: So you were made aware of my trip to Tanzanite because…
Luke: The official who issued your travel permit ratted you out. 
Emma: Is that not abuse of power!? 
Clavis: What are you talking about? It’s for work.
Luke: This guy found out about your first ever trip and got all “amused” by it. 
Luke: He even volunteered to personally make a trip to Tanzanite, and I got stuck with the job of babysitting him thanks to Nokto. 
Luke: He said “I feel bad for Emma, so I’ll send at least one sensible person to go along”. 
(Thanks, Nokto!) 
Luke: But if you’d rather not deal with his crap, I’ll take personal responsibility to bury Clavis in the woods for you. 
Clavis: No need to worry about that. Emma is shaking with excitement, isn't she?
Luke: … You should get your eyes checked out before we leave the country.
Rio … I’m worried. I’m very worried.
(Since I’m not travelling alone, I should probably discuss this with the Owner…) 
(But with both Clavis and Luke accompanying me, having familiar faces in an unfamiliar land does make me feel more assured.)
After mulling it over, I furrowed my brows and tore the fortune bread in half.
Emma: Oh?
(Something fell out from inside.)
It was a small porcelain figurine that resembled a horse with a horn, standing proudly in my palm. 
Rio: As expected of Emma! You hit the jackpot.
Clavis: Hm… the unicorn is indeed currently considered the continent-wide ultimate symbol of “good luck”. 
Emma: Is that so?
Clavis: Yeah. You should keep it as a good luck charm. What a great start to your journey. 
Clavis: After all, unicorns hold a special symbolism in a country in the desert. 
(I don't exactly associate unicorns with deserts, though…) 
Emma: If that’s the case, it does seem like it’ll bring me blessings.
Luke: You’re always a good person, anyway. Even without a unicorn, I bet lots of positive things will happen to you. 
I gently cupped the unicorn figurine in my hand. 
The unexpected stroke of luck felt encouraging, like it was telling me that my current most honest feelings were right. 
Clavis: So, Emma, you’re travelling together with us, right…? 
The gateway to Tanzanite, the country of deserts, divinations and illusions was a bustling port thriving with merchants, much like Benitoite. 
Emma: We’re in Tanzanite! 
(Although… I expected more sandstorms because I was told that it’s in a desert.) 
The lively streets looked nothing like a desert.
However, the animals roaming the streets and the people’s clothing were clearly distinct from those in Rhodolite or Benitoite. 
Along with the scent of spices wafting through the air, it was undeniable that we were now on foreign land. 
(We’ve really come a long way.)
Akatsuki: Our destination is still far from here. It’s too early to get excited. 
The Owner, carrying loads of goods for trading, came to stand next to me. 
I was carrying a bag filled with books myself, but it was nothing compared to his load. 
Emma: Should I help carry some of that?
Akatsuki: No need. I usually carry it all by myself.
(That's easily 100 books over there… I can't believe he carries them alone.) 
Clavis: We offered to help too, but Akatsuki sure is hardworking.
Luke: I told Emma I’d help carry her stuff too. 
Clavis and Luke whom we travelled on the same ship with packed lightly as compared to us. 
Emma: Thanks. But since this is my first time sourcing for goods, I want to carry my own baggage. 
Emma: Selling books in a foreign country and purchasing new ones…
Emma: I’m so excited to see how greatly my bag’s contents will change on the way back to Rhodolite.
Luke: Someone’s being really energetic.
Clavis: Akatsuki is lucky to have such a good assistant too.
Clavis: By the way, where are you two headed to after this?
Akatsuki: We’re meeting someone.
Emma: … We are? 
I followed the Owner’s gaze that shifted unnaturally and saw a strikingly beautiful woman standing there. 
(Wow…) 
She wore vibrant ruby red clothing and was adorned in glamorous accessories that rivaled the Owner’s outfit. 
Standing next to her was a bespectacled man with a gentle appearance. He smiled when he noticed us and approached.
Bespectacled Man: We’ve been expecting you, Akatsuki. And this is…?
Emma: I’m Emma, I came as the Owner’s assistant. 
Basil: Ah, I read about you in the letter. A pleasure to meet you, please call me Basil. 
Basil: And this lady over here is Kamal.
Kamal: …
Kamal smiled seductively and pulled out a stack of papers from which she showed me a piece with the words “it’s nice to meet you” written on it. 
Basil: As you can see, Kamal can’t speak. Please communicate with her through writing. 
(I see…)
Emma: Understood. I look forward to working with you both.
Clavis: … Hm.
As we exchanged pleasantries, Clavis stood nearby rubbing his chin. 
Clavis: You must be emissaries of the living god, correct? 
(... Huh?)
Basil: Well done! You noticed right away. 
Clavis: The symbols of faith you wear make it easy to figure out. 
Clavis pointed at his own chest.
Basil and Kamal gestured to their chests too, where the clasps of their cloaks were fastened. 
(... Now that I took a proper look at them, the clasps have unicorns on them.)
(Are those the “symbols of faith”?) 
Clavis: I was told in the past that the unicorn ornaments are worn by those who are close to god. 
Clavis: And a few years ago, I recall hearing about a book merchant Azel especially favoured. 
Clavis: I had my suspicions, but it seems that Akatsuki has some rather prominent clients. 
Emma: Is god… one of your clients? 
Akatsuki: Regardless of whether they’re god or royalty, a client is a client. Nothing more, nothing less.
(He never mentioned this to me!)
The Owner whose facial expression remained unchanged suddenly appeared far more impressive than I had initially thought of him to be. 
Basil: We have always been the ones to guide Akatsuki during his visits to Tanzanite. 
Basil: Prince Clavis, Prince Luke, please proceed in that direction. Emissaries from the Royal Court are waiting for you. 
Clavis: Haha, not only for me but for Luke the newcomer too? How insightful indeed. 
Clavis: Rhodolite didn’t send any prior notice about who would be coming. Is this another prophecy from the living god? 
(...!) 
Basil: That’s correct. His Holiness Azel is truly impressive. Is this a good time to talk about it? It is, right?
(He suddenly started speaking really fast…) 
Kamal mercilessly smacked Basil on the head as he adjusted his glasses. 
She then took out her stack of papers again and showed us the one that said “let’s go”. 
(... That sounded like she hit hard enough to crack his skull. Is he okay?) 
Luke: Then I guess this is where we go our own ways.
Clavis: I’ll personally come to meet you again, Emma. Before you start crying from loneliness. 
Emma: I don't think I will, but until next time. 
(So… we’re going straight to meet the god now, right?)
(I’m starting to get nervous.)
(I wonder what kind of person a living god is like.)
Azel: Thank you for taking the trouble to come all the way out to such a remote location.
Emma: Oh!
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valflaame · 2 years ago
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He's reserved, Arvis notes. Scared, possibly. Could he blame him? For his entire life, Arvis has had to take up the mantle of Duke of Velthomer. He's been cold, calculating, charismatic all in one. There's no doubt that with his ascension to the throne of Grannvale as a whole he's only amplified these traits. Would this not be nerve wracking for a younger sibling to witness?
It should bother him more, maybe, that his demeanor puts Azelle in a state of unease. It does, if he thinks about it too hard, but there is no use in crying over the past; what's done is in fact done.
Arvis sits, a fluid motion, and brushes his hair over his shoulder with the back of his hand. His gaze settles on his younger brother's face, and that protective pang that he once felt hits close in the center of his chest again. He could ignore it, maybe, but it also feels good to know exactly where Azelle is. Easier to keep an eye on, no?
"I don't mind," he says after a beat. He leans forward, elbows on the table and hands clasped under his chin. He rests his head there, doesn't look away. "And you, my little brother," he starts, reminds him both of their familial relation and their power indifference, "I am glad to see you well. How long have you been here?"
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His appetite flees along with any sense of self-preservation. Suddenly, absurdly, he wants to cry. Hearing Arvis' voice again, seeing him as a real person and not some figment of a tortured imagination...
Is that all Arvis can say? After all the bloodshed, the heartache, he asks about dinner? Azelle remains frozen a moment longer, letting some of the anger in his veins cool. Garreg Mach's dining hall is no place for a heavy conversation.
Arvis remains, as always, the cunning one.
"...I've an empty seat here." Automatically, Azelle gestures to the spot across from him. It's a miracle his voice doesn't shake. His heartbeat thunders in his ears, and he's no longer Azelle the young man, but Azelle the child, terrified and in awe of his older brother in equal measure.
Did he overstep in assuming Arvis will sit with him? Should he have phrased it as a question instead? "If...if that's alright..." He bites his tongue too late and inwardly curses the fact he immediately reverts back to a scared little boy.
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shatcey · 3 months ago
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Last Theatre (Silvio)
Azel Silvio
Belle and Silvio are dancing at a party. Belle tried to dissuade Silvio from buying her dresses for all occasions, but he just replied
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Okay… I only see a problem with storage, but you live in a huge castle, so you don't have such a problem. Woman, just give up.
A acquaintance of Silvio's came to them. Silvio noted that he didn't know that this merchant had returned for Bentonite. The merchant said he had just returned and was planning a grand celebration for the occasion. He even want to stage a play based on Silvio's adventures. After receiving permission, he noted that he couldn't find the scriptwriter and director. He was looking for a person who loves books and is passionate about Silvio's adventures.
I looked at the Belle.
Silvio replied that he knew only one person with such qualities.
I keep looking at Belle.
When Silvio looked at her as well, she was in complete shock. Damn, she's dense.
Silvio asked what kind of adventure the merchant had in mind.
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Belle excitedly exclaimed that she liked the story as well, and gave examples of the scenes she liked the most. At the end the merchant said that she is exactly what he was looking for.
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Do you realised that after that she will never refuse your offer? You're a merchant, and if Silvio knows you, you're a good one, so… Perhaps that's why you said that.
Silvio asked the merchant to buy him the best fabric, and then Belle asked why…
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You're so silly… in a good way. Absolutely adorable.
Belle is not sure that she is capable of ensuring the success of the play. But the confidence of Silvio and the merchant gives her the desire to do her best.
After the party, while Silvio was negotiating with the merchant, she decided to re-read the adventures of Silvio. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn't notice when Silvio returned. Silly tells her that she doesn't have to get to work right away, there's still time. But she only said that because she really likes the story. She starts telling him how cool he was, here and there…
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Initially, these sentences were on separate screenshots. I just put them together, they're too short anyway.
Even though she noticed this reaction of his, she couldn't stop to say how cool he was… And to silence her, he used a very effective method. A kiss and even more. The continuation is behind a black screen.
The next morning, Belle wakes up alone. She thinks that Silvio has already left for work and did it very carefully so as not to wake her up. She thinks it's another way to show his kindness, and she's probably the only one who knows about that side of him. With a renewed determination to show the world how wonderful Silvio was, she went to the table and began reading the adventure, making notes in the process.
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Why do you look so shocked? Does she really have such a terrible bed-hair?
She happily ran up to him, intending to ask a few questions, but he just asked if she had been working all day? She looked out the window and realized that yes, indeed. Silvio took a deep breath and left the room. Soon he returned with a tray with tea and sandwiches.
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Awwww... So caring...
Silvio noted that she didn't need to strain so much. The fact that she will participate will make the show a success. Well, of course, after all, this is his woman. The audience will be delighted.
But Belle replied that she was doing it because she wanted to show people how cool Silvio was. He was embarrassed again… you already know the pattern. After a breathless kiss, Belle asked him why he suddenly behaved like that…
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He's so cute...
He told her that he would help her. And she asked him her questions. Actually in the end he answered a lot of questions and, one might even say, wrote half of the script himself. The best boyfriend/fiance ever!
The day of the play has finally arrived.
The play will take place on a ship. But when they (Belle and Silvio) arrived at the port, the merchant told them that the main actor had had an accident. His carriage overturned. It's nothing serious, but he sprained his leg and he was the one who played Silvio.So… they'll probably have to cancel the show. I look at Silvio. You're the best boyfriend/fiance in the world, right?
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(squeal) OMG, he really is!
And so the show began.
Silvio was exceptionally good on stage. Not only did he turn out to be a good actor, but he also managed to perform complex acrobatic tricks that he and Belle had come up with for this show. Tricks that no one but Silvio could have performed. They made a simpler version for the actor. The audience was delighted, and Belle suddenly realised.
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I read It as "As long as I'm with Silvio, I can achieve anything". It wasn't said that way, but the continuation of the story leaves that impression.
The performance is over, the applause and the curtain call. Belle is extremely happy that so many people liked the show.
At night, they sit in the room that the merchant has prepared for them (why they could not return to the palace, I do not know, probably they just allowed the merchant to express gratitude). She thanked Silvio for his help with the script and acting… She hugged him, and he blushed cutely, as usual.
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I'm crying… He's so sweet…
Belle thinks that despite the fact she wanted to show others how cool Silvio is, she's happy that she's the only one who sees him like this.
She said she always wanted to see him on adventures. And now… her dream came true.
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She hugged him even tighter and kissed him. He continued to argue with her… and let's say there was a black screen again. But it wasn't.
So… the event was as long as Azel's, but… I have significantly shortened it for several reasons.
While they were preparing the show, there was a lot of dialogues… Belle asked him about something, and he patiently helped her (I wonder where he found time for his job). It was sweet and all, but I still haven't figured out how to show it to you and not resort to full dialogues… so I ended up to simple phrase.
There was quite a big scene on the stage. But mostly it was Belle's delight at how cool Silvio was, and one catchphrase followed another from Silvio. He was really cool, but again, I didn't figure out how to tell you more details, but not too much.
And the last thing… I'm a pretty simple woman. My head is full of romantic pink fog (I hate this color, but I cannot express it more clearly), and outside of "cute" and "sweet" I'm totally useless. So… steamy scenes are easier for me to skip than to write.
I really like this event. But… this time, Azel definitely beated Silvio in my eyes. I still love you, Silly!
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reccyls · 11 days ago
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Would you be able to give us a review of azels route after you’re done?? With spoilers if possible
Thank you!!!
I've now finished both endings of Azel's route so here's my review of it + answering a few other questions that I've received about different aspects. This will have a lot of spoilers that will impact a blind experience of his route, so do bear that in mind
So briefly, some questions out of the way:
Who falls first, Azel or Emma? - I think Azel does, but it takes him a really long time to even begin considering love as a possibility given his prior experiences. Emma also takes a while to come to her own realization about what her feelings really are but she's much more decisive about it than Azel is once she does realize. This is definitely a slow burn route, you're going to be waiting until chapter ~20+ or so for things to really start coming together in the relationship department.
Which ending do I prefer? - Romantic for sure. It actually portrays a couple of things that were just implied/mentioned in the Dramatic, and has more callbacks to earlier moments in the route, namely: Azel's eldest brother who had been exiled, the true identity of one of Azel's attendants, Obsidian's involvement in Tanzanite, the significance of some mentioned side characters, how Azel actually faked his death. It also answers a bunch more questions like why Azel respects Silvio so much. I also think it has a more emotionally satisfying resolution to some other aspects of the story. Also it has some hilarious moments too. The emotional whiplash I got going from chapter 24 to 25 of the romantic was something (I mean this in a good way).
Which do I find more realistic? - Hmmm, well, both of them do go into quite fantastical territory. Azel can just visit people's dreams apparently and that's not really given an explanation. All in all I would have to go with Romantic I think, mostly because it relies less on the Acolyte's semi-hypnotic incense as a plot device.
How spicy is it? - Quite tame. No smut in the route itself (it's offscreen in dramatic route, and only kissing in romantic). There's the start of some smut in the epilogues for each route, but still not a lot, mostly just the foreplay is described.
Things I liked about Azel's route:
Azel's really cute. I love his dynamic with Emma. He's the most obvious kind of tsundere and it's so funny to see him backpedaling furiously after Emma catches him being nice to her or accidentally admitting he likes her or thinks she's cute. The pinching cheeks thing is adorable.
The side characters. The route's equivalent of Cyril/Cyran, Roderic, etc. There's one in particular that is so much fun but you have to play the romantic end to really get the most out of it: Kamal, Azel's eldest brother. He initially appears as one of Azel's attendants, posing as a mute woman because he had to hide his identity. He drops the disguise in the romantic end and gets to interact with a lot more characters--Emma, Silvio, Azel, and Enis--and it's so much fun. (As a note, Kamal is an okama/onee-san archetype character, so you could interpret him as nonbinary/bigender/genderfluid/a man who just likes crossdressing/etc as you like. The one thing I don't think he is is a trans woman because he never protests at being called Azel's brother, but hey, headcanons never hurt anyone!)
Emma and Silvio's friendship. This was so unexpected but they bounce off each other so well, it's really nice seeing them with each other.
Angst, I love angst. Chapter 24 of the romantic route was a masterclass of angst: it ends with Azel dying on a stage in front of pretty much all of Tanzanite, and the attire story is basically everyone in mourning as Emma has a flashback to the last night they spent together. We as the readers who have seen the ending CG previews and/or know that Cybird won't really go there know he isn't actually dead, but Emma doesn't.
The overall conflict and plot I think is quite predictable, but I don't mean that in a bad way. The hints that are dropped everywhere build up to a coherent whole and come together in a satisfying way. The value that Azel places on free will and the ability to think for oneself is very obviously leading to a plotline where Azel seeks to end Tanzanite's dependency on him and his prophecies, and the hints we get scattered around everywhere are leading to exactly how he intends to do that: there's been a bunch of fortune tellers who have been attacked because their fortunes go against Azel's proclamations (Azel has been deliberately telling false fortunes to break people's faith in god); Obsidian has been trying to smuggle in shipments of weapons to help destabilize Tanzanite (Azel uses a gun to help fake his death); Azel's room has books of all sorts scattered around everywhere including books on astronomy (the prophecy about Tanzanite losing its moon refers to a blood moon + eclipse, Azel has been studying from astronomy books to calculate the precise time to pull off his plan), etc. The foreshadowing works quite well imo, though some hints admittedly do come up quite late (like the existence and exact text of the doomsday prophecy only becoming known around chapter 18/19)
Things that could be iffy for people:
Azel's backstory and a lot about his situation is pretty blatantly sympathy bait, but I think that's par for the course with Ikepri. It worked really well for me but it may not work as well for other people.
If people didn't like Motonari calling the Ikesen MC a slave, this crops up a lot in Azel's route with him frequently calling Emma his slave/indentured servant due to the debt that he blackmails her into
As I mentioned a little bit above, there are some supernatural/magical elements that just remain unexplained and are never really brought up again. Azel's dreamwalking ability being one of them, and probably the most egregious. It doesn't really have plot importance as far as I recall, it's just there at the very beginning and the very end of the romantic route. Also aphrodisiacs are a thing (they happen once early on, and also at the very end of the dramatic route), but there's no dubcon because of that.
It makes sense in the context of the story, but the message may not sit right with other people: Emma's epiphany about true love is "to wish for the best for someone else, even if it hurts you" in the context of letting Azel go through with his plan of committing suicide for the sake of his country, vs the Acolyte/Azel's dad wanting to stop Azel from dying (so he could remain in control of Tanzanite's people by brainwashing them essentially). She had tried to convince him otherwise, or tried to think of ways to fake it, but in the end she relented when she realized that dying was what Azel really wanted to escape the caged existence that being Tanzanite's god put him in, and was he thought was the best path to get Tanzanite to stop relying on divination for everything and to start making their own future. We know that Azel never really did intend on dying for real, but in the moment, that is not really a great message to send.
I'm not great at separating my bias from how I perceive something, so I'm probably being very charitable towards Azel's route. But I really did like it! I think it's revived some of my interest in Ikepri because I really am curious about how Azel and Emma's relationship develops from now on (I'm going to die during this year's June bride/proposal event......)
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clavissionary-position · 11 months ago
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Ikepri ATK Alliance Crack
One afternoon in a certain undisclosed location...
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Kagari: (sets his cutlery down) And then I told my family to go take a hike.
Matthias: I don't follow. How would a mere hike improve your clearly apocalyptic familial relations?
Kagari: I was telling them to get lost.
Matthias: But then wouldn't you, as their next of kin, have to go find them on the hiking trail? Putting aside how you're casually confessing a crime to me, you are a busy man. I don't think you'd have the time for all that?
Kagari: (aside to Azel) Does he have siblings? Can we just swap a different one in?
Azel: (saintly smile) The Living God does not err in his selections. Would you kindly peel my fruits for me?
Kagari: Hmph. (reaches for Azel's plate) The more time I spend with either of you, the more atheist I become.
Azel: I accept even those who do not accept me. Such is the grace of god. Not the figs, please. The dates.
Kagari: I'm not sitting here and peeling 37 dates for you. Or even a single one, because who in the world eats dates like that?
Matthias: I think there's 36.
Azel: 35. I ate one while waiting for it to be peeled. It tastes terrible. My tongue is screaming, crying, throwing up. I think I'm dying. Anyway, how are things in Owl Country, Matt?
Matthias: (stops performing the Heimlich maneuver on Azel) Oh, um, we're putting a brand new night patrol program into place.
Matthias: (super-proud) Actually, I've just received the prototype for the uniforms.
Matthias: (puts on an adorable owl-themed ear-flap hat)
Kagari: (ponytail quivers as he tries not to laugh)
Matthias: (serious) The owl is a respected symbol in Achroite. To laugh at The Owl is to laugh at Achroite itself. A grave crime indeed.
Azel: (nods ethereally) He's right. Just like the moon that watches over and sees all in Tanzanite, the owl, too, is a mysterious guardian, protector of man, knower of crimes.
Matthias: Beautiful. Poetic. I suspect this is why the owl and the moon are such natural allies.
Azel: (burps) Cool, yeah sure. Anyway, God is pleased with your initiative, Matt. And he will happily accept a generous tithing in exchange (holds out a palm as he cleanses his palate with the fig in his other hand)
Kagari: Aaand there it is. I'm not covering for you today, by the way, Matthias. And you still owe me from last time. If you even so much as think about paying me in those adorable, I mean stupid owl hats...
Matthias: A tithing? What for?
Azel: Was it not the infinite wisdom of God which guided the crayon-wielding hand that drew up such a wonderful design?
Matthias: (gasp) You can see my crayons? Are they okay?
Azel: (continues holding out palm as his eyes grow distant) Your crayons are well. They're sleeping like little baby sardines, right in the box that you so carefully placed them back into once you were done with your stupid, I mean adorable drawing.
Matthias: (relieved)
Matthias: Wait, hold on, are you trying to swindle me again? Not that I'm saying you swindled me the first time, or the second or tenth time...
Azel: (intense frown) I am a benevolent god!
Matthias: O-Oh, right, right. Please forgive me for speaking out of turn (scavenges around in the upside-down owl hat he's using as a coin purse)
Kagari: (casually admiring his reflection on his katana blade) Congratulations, Matt. You dreamed up a stupid hat and paid someone else for your own stupid idea. If someone told me you were the most accomplished fool in all of Achroite, I'd believe it.
Azel: (wearing one of the owl hats) So you don't want one of the hats?
Kagari: (also wearing one of the hats) I said I didn't want more than 40 or 50!
Matthias: Oh… (sitting among boxes of hundreds of hats labeled "Gifts for my new friends")
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soupedepates · 2 months ago
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Tyr belongs to @hel-phoenyx
Leonova belongs to @noa-de-cajou
Oli belongs to @thal-ent
Meili belongs to @azeler
Kaizarz and Sigi belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author
I spent some time during the holiday period at the hospital - to see my little brothers beating all odds. Those kids just can't die. Like, alright, Egill's good for chemo due to skin cancer, doesn't help to have xeroderma pigmentosum, and... welp, doctors can't figure out what is wrong about Sigsteinn. They are talking about Lou Gehrig disease now. It's just the seventh diagnosis of a terminal disease my baby brother got, so he is kinda chill about it.
And Egill would outlive me just to have the last word.
Oh, and I met Qamar here. We had a great time. I love my sister, you know. She is beauty, grace, brains... Everything I am not. She's going to get married, in May I think. The planification is taking a long time. Of course she asked: "So you're getting freaky with the mayor's son? Does he know you're..."
She made that gesture before her face.
"Because the mayor Warsowar isn't the most minority friendly man on Earth, you know."
"Come on, Sigi isn't like that. Like, at all. And that's not just because I'm the most white-passing of the bunch. He is just... so kind. And wonderful. And..."
"She is still head over heels for Kaizarz, Oli, and Tyr, Qamar", Egill smiled snarkily. "There's just a new guy in her heart. It's a very big heart for such a small brain."
"Go back to dying", I replied.
"On it, boss", he giggled.
But when I was not getting bullied nor worried about my baby siblings, I was pretty preoccupied by preparing a huge Christmas feast for the gang. And I invited Meili. For... I don't know, old time's sake. Big stuffed turkey, with everything I could imagine as side dishes. Oli helped me hang the custom tinsel with "Halal Christmas" written on it. She chose the most ridiculous plant to be our Christmas tree and decorated it herself.
Tyr brought the good and expensive champaign, as expected, and Kaizarz brought his adorable face I just wanted to kiss all dinner long.
And Meili brought three bottles of wine. Which is very much appreciated.
We drank a lot. We laughed a lot. And fuck, so much leftovers. Perhaps because we started talking about politics and, because I was too drunk to be offended, I just said "Yeeeees, wallah, too much Arabs yeaaah, ya'Allah please be Le Pen in 2027 for the good Frrrrrench". To which Oli answered: "Inch'Allah".
And me, the Lebanese, and Oli, the visibly brown kid, had had the delicious pleasure to see confusion among our friends after that speech. Meili lost his fork due to it.
And then we drank again.
The gifts were tasteful, as always. I gave scented condoms to Tyr, a dick-shaped pan to Meili, and a Miku body pillow to Kaizarz. For Oli, I found a dildo looking exactly like a tentacle.
I am a great friend.
Or not. But that was so fucking funny.
I also texted Leonova to wish her a merry Christmas (hoping you haven't broken up with your girlfriend again cuz right now my legs are closed).
Moving on to New Year's Eve.
The plan was, with Oli, to crash as many parties as we could. The queer bar I am working in? Check. Had a blast. We danced on the table. Meili and the alt-right? WE EVEN BROUGHT COUSCOUS! Tyr and Kaizarz? Checked. We played Smash Bros. With us inebriated, it was hilarious.
Then I said: "let's crash Sigi's party. He is at his dad's."
"The mayor? You sure about that?"
"Positive."
So we went to the City Hall, beer in hands.
It was closed.
"What do you mean the mayor doesn't live here."
"Domhildr. Have you. Have you heard yourself?"
"...Mayhaps????"
Oli swallowed whole her beer.
"So you don't know where your new guy's daddy lives."
"I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE??????"
They laughed and put their arms around my shoulder. It felt warm. And right. I hugged them just after I heard "let's go home".
We played Just Dance. We had a litte karaoke. And drank a lot. I baked cookies for Sigismund, for tomorrow.
We shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR" at midnight or so.
A hug.
A kiss.
Two kisses in his arms.
It felt safe.
Black out.
I wake up naked snuggled against Oli. Also naked.
Wallah?????
She sleeps tight. And I don't feel bad. Not at all. Just. Confused. I sit in my bed, thinking about last night. It was soft. Tender. I liked it. It felt safe. It felt... fuck, I'm crying.
"Domi...? Wha..."
"Nothing. I'm..."
The only word coming is "happy?".
I pursue: "It's so weird. I never feel happy or just... just good after that. I feel happy." Which makes me sob even more. Oli comes to hug me really tight. In a warm embrace. They stroke my hair while rocking me slowly, until I calm down.
"Thank you so much for..."
Making me feel safe.
Making me feel wanted.
Making me feel... loved?
I don't even think I am disgusting, cradled in her arms. That's. That's so strange...
"Thank you."
And I ask: "I have to do something this morning. But before I leave... can I kiss you?"
"Of course", Oli smiles.
This is an all at sea Domhildr wobbling on her legs who's going to the police station, with the ugliest cookies in the world on a box. They were better when I was wasted.
I pass the door. Ask for Sigismund Warsowar. People start to know me at the station soooooo they don't even ask to see my ID anymore.
My Knight in shining armour arrives, as hangover as I am I suspect, but he gathers the strength to give me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.
"Hi Domhildr, I wasn't expecting you today. Did you have a good New Year's Eve?"
I smell worry in his voice.
"I had sooooo much fun. With Oli, you know who she is we live together, we tried to crash as many parties as possible! We tried to crash yours but I really thought your father lived at the city Hall and... DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I KNOW I'M NOT VERY SMART!"
He can't help but chuckles.
"Anyways due to that splendid failure we went home and I baked those cookies and... " I can feel my cheeks burn. "And we had a blast! So anyways, here's my little treat for you cuz you definitely need more flesh on those bones. Happy New Year Sigi!"
He has the most adorable giggle I've ever heard.
"You're really a piece of work, Domhildr", he smiles with what I hope is tenderness.
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k-chips · 2 years ago
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I cleaned up the sketches of my ScarVio teacher oc so here :33
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And they now have a name!
Azel is a very calm and chill person, loves their students so much, likes to hand out with their fellow teachers and has a big ass crush for our dear director :0
Also, the adore embroidering. All of their shirts have at least a small embroidery on the pocket or sleeves
Bonus: size difference :DD
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shatcey · 24 days ago
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Thank you very much for the translation!
Judging by the card, I got the impression that she was seducing him. But it's the opposite. Kind of…
"Ah, No Need for Money" - Azel (His POV)
Card and story provided by @shatcey!
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Azel: Enis, please tell the High Priest...
Azel: ...that God seems to be infatuated with a foreign girl.
-
Some time had passed since I began using Rhodolite's foreign girl as a shield against women –
Due to official duties, there was a day when I absolutely had to leave the solitary desert castle and stay at the royal palace.
(...Damn it. This is why I don't want to stay in the castle for long.)
(That damned geezer keeps sending me woman after woman whenever he gets the chance...)
The place I quickly head to, so as not to get entangled any further, was the room prepared for foreign guests.
(At this rate, the woman is probably being targeted too.)
(I've assigned her a guard as a precaution and had given those around her strict warnings.)
(She shouldn't be drugged with aphrodisiacs like before... but I should still go check on her.)
(Not that I'm worried or anything, but I couldn't leave her alone in the temple.)
(Since I brought her to the castle for my own convenience, I'll have to compensate her if anything happens.)
(...That's right. It's just that simple.)
Making excuses to no one in particular, I reach the designated room.
When I knock on the door, hurried footsteps and a loud clatter overlap from inside.
(What is it?)
Azel: I'm coming in.
I open the door before I hear permission.
Emma: Th-this is a misunderstanding!
The first words I hear and the scene before my eyes are something even a miracle diviner couldn't predict.
(I gave them strict warnings, though...)
In the moonlight, the woman, who had fallen to the floor, is dressed in harem attire.
The area of exposed skin is greater than usual, and even more concerning is the design of the clothes.
The color and material clearly imitate the attire of a God, and it's tailored in such a way that 10 out of 10 people would recognize her as God's woman.
(Is this the geezer's doing? Or the maid's meddling?)
Emma: I didn't expect anyone to come to my room at this hour...
Azel: Ah, so you do know that's harem attire.
Emma: ...The head maid brought it to me as an apology for the aphrodisiac incident before.
Emma: It seems the harem has many outfits prepared so that Prince Azel can receive women at any time...
Emma: She gave it to me out of goodwill, saying it would suit me.
Azel: Goodwill? You mean malice.
(It's transparent that they want me to lay my hands on her no matter what.)
Exasperated, I still extend my hand to the woman.
I understood from the situation that she had tripped when I knocked on the door.
Emma: ...Thank you.
The woman seemed to understand my intention and obediently took my hand to stand up.
(No injuries... good.)
Emma: The maids only gave me the outfit, they didn't force me to wear it.
Azel: Then why did you put it on?
Emma: ...Well, that...
Emma: I-Isn't it cute?
Azel: Huh?
The woman's face turns a distinct red.
Emma: This outfit... it's so Tanzanite-like and cute, I thought.
Emma: And see, it matches with yours, Prince Azel.
Emma: I just wanted to try it on once since I wouldn't be showing it to anyone.
Emma: I didn't expect you to come right after I put it on...
Her voice trails off, and in the end, she even puts some distance between us.
(...What is this strange feeling?)
For no reason, I withdraw the hand I had started to extend.
Azel: You have a peculiar hobby, wanting to try on harem clothes.
Emma: I thought you'd say that, so I was going to wear it in secret...
Emma: ...By the way, what brings you here so late at night, Prince Azel?
(...)
Azel: Actually, the High Priest sent another woman to me...
Azel: I felt my life was in danger, so I came to take refuge with you.
(It's not a lie.)
(...Although I've already shaken off the woman and there's no need to take refuge.)
Emma: I see...
Fortunately, the woman didn't seem to notice anything amiss.
Emma: ...Wait a minute. You're not planning to stay here all night, are you?
Azel: That's my intention.
Emma: I didn't hear that!?
Azel: I just said it.
(This is the quickest way to ensure your safety from those crazies.)
Emma: Then I'll go change.
Azel: You can stay in that outfit if you want to.
Emma: ...It's not exactly calming, is it?
Azel: You said yourself it was "cute."
Emma: It's more embarrassing than cute in front of you, Prince Azel.
Azel: Don't worry about it. I don't feel anything even if you wear harem clothes.
Emma: Even so, I do mind...!
I instinctively grab the hand of the woman who tries to escape to another room.
(Ah...)
Emma: ...Prince Azel?
Azel: No...
(Why did I stop her?)
(...It's not like I thought she looked good in it or anything, or that I wanted to see more...)
(It's not like that...)
Unable to back down now, after hesitating, I sit down on the nearby bed.
Emma: ! ?
As I pull the woman onto my lap so she can't escape, an indescribable silence swallows everything.
(What am I doing?)
(...How am I going to explain what I intend to do from here?)
Emma: Um...
Azel: You're interested enough in the harem to wear that outfit in secret, right?
Emma: Eh?
Azel: Then let me give you a bit of trivia.
Though I know it's forceful, I take an apple from a nearby fruit basket and place it in the woman's hand.
Emma: ...What's this?
Azel: Aren't you hungry? You can eat it, you know.
Emma: There's definitely something behind this, isn't there?
Azel: I'm a benevolent God.
Emma: A benevolent God wouldn't force someone onto his lap like this...
Azel: Just eat it.
When I urge her, wanting to silence her, the woman obediently takes a bite of the apple.
Emma: Mmm... It's delicious.
(Why is she needlessly exuding sex appeal just by eating? Is it because of the outfit?)
Whether intentional or unconscious, the woman puts her arms around my neck for support.
Though I brought this upon myself, I felt dizzy.
Emma: But what does biting into an apple have to do with trivia?
(That's right, I almost forgot the main topic.)
Azel: ...There are a few unspoken rules in the harem.
Azel: What do you think it means to eat fruit in front of the master?
Emma: .......
Emma: "Aren't you hungry?"
(...Damn it, she's too cute.)
(No, that's not it, that's not it.)
Azel: "Won't you eat me?"
Emma: Huh!?
Azel: If the master bites back into the apple... I'm sure you understand what happens next?
Emma: I don't understand, I don't want to understand!
I put my arm around the clearly flustered woman's waist and bring my face close to the apple.
Azel: The act of eating fruit openly in front of someone requires self-confidence.
Azel: If you're confident you can captivate me, try it. If you can...
My lips touch the apple – the woman, red-faced, watches in a daze without stopping me.
(...Stop me.)
Emma: Eek...!
Instead of biting the apple, I pinch her cheek.
Emma: Wh-What are you doing!?
Azel: Learn from this and don't carelessly wear harem clothes.
Azel: It's a good thing it was a benevolent God who found you. If another man had seen you, he might have misunderstood.
(...Did I manage to gloss over it?)
(I glossed over it, I must have glossed over it.)
Emma: ...No one but you, Prince Azel, would come to my room this late at night.
Azel: That's good to know.
(...)
(................)
(...................This is awkward.)
(Even though I didn't eat the apple, why is it strangely sweet...? Damn it.)
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randomnameless · 7 months ago
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why don't you want jurgdral remakes? are you afraid they will be localised like fodlan games or modified like shadows of valentia?
Mmh...
Lolcalisation aside, I'd say the biggest thing I'm dreading with those remakes is IS' (if FEH is any indication) willingness to retcon those older games to, I suppose, make them more "trendy" or approchable for a "modern audience".
Sure, FEH might goof here and there, but take the "Miccy founded the DB" take - it's present at least in more than one unit so imo, it's no goof at all, what is it supposed to mean? That a Miccy who is only a person who joins an existing group because she embraces their ideals and thus puts them above her own "need" to hide her existence, as a Branded, is not as... bankable as a Miccy who forms her own ragtag group of randoms to fight against Daein, giving hints at her later role as the leader of the Daein army?
I've ranted enough about IS retconning Lyon and Magvel in general (tfw Eph was caught by Grado lel) but it follows the same pattern, OG!Lyon (and FE8 in general) falls because of his very human and earthly desires - he might have ideals and all, but at the end of the day, he falls because of his love and adoration/obsession for the twins and that is something he cannot fight against - FEH!Lyon sassing Fomortiis is just, no. Fomortiis always has the last laugh in FE8 (at least with Lyon and even, I'd say with the playable cast because, again, his soul isn't erased, he is stuck again in a shiny rock, just like what happened in the lore, and led to Lyon's possession. Who can be sure that in 800 years after Ephraim's adventures, L'Arachel's descendant won't be seduced by Fomortiis' power and free him from his shiny rock, like Lyon did?).
FE15 is its own thing lol - but there is a possibility for Jugdral to be pissed on like Magvel and Tellius were in FEH, and I guess, for any Jugdral fan that's terrible.
Sure, FEH seems to treat Jugdral verse with, uh, careful consideration but hey - if the Ayra wanking is any indication, even Jugdral isn't immune to retcons to make a popular character even more #badass, plot be damned.
Add some eggtivation here'n'there, and I wouldn't be surprised if we had some NPCs or even characters in support dialogues explaining how major holy blooded people aren't always better in the domain corresponding to their holy blood than non HB people because non HB people can bypass their lack of dragon blood with hard work - completely pissing on this core Jugdralian mechanic that was translated in FE4's gameplay by weapon rank.
Is it gatekeeping? idk.
For me, it's just that I fell in Jugdral Hell some years ago (nearly a decade!) and despite its defaults, I still like this verse very much so I'd like a remake that is as faithful as possible to that thing I came to know all those years ago, maybe to exchange with new (and non new lol) fans about that verse!
But if we get, idk, a very #badass Deedee who doesn't, idk, mind killing a kid or two to show how #girlboss she is, well, for me, that wouldn't be Jugdral at all, but some sort of adaptation using those characters but writing them OOC.
Of course I can't say I have a better reading and take on those characters as IS themselves, but after seeing A!Mareeta's FB where she is supposed to be at her best/peak performance, and IS still wrote her to be "below" Ayra in terms of ability when Mareeta's Major Holy Blood means her skills with the blade are naturally superior to her "great aunt" 's skills I still think there's something that's missing.
It's as if we had Reinhardt throw better spells/be stronger at Thunder Magic than Peak!Ishtar, or worse, Azelle on a pony teaching FE5!Saias how to throw fire spells.
It's just, not possible in the Jugdral verse, because Jugdral verse is pretty inequitable and major HB people are cheat codes compared to minor HB people or non HB people. Now with that being said, the story is about what those people with magic blood that are cheat codes do and if they use their powers for good or stupid things. It's not about Midayle finally showing Aidean that his skills with a bow are superior to her sister's so now, he is finally strong enough to protect her from Verdane ruffians.
But after Fodlan's false "yeah but crests aren't the alpha and omega and yet i'm never going to tell you what they do because otherwise my excuse for worldbuildling falls apart", I wouldn't be surprised if Jamke, in a support, would teach Bridget how to use a bow.
:/
So yeah, it's better not to have any remakes.
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ezxthan · 1 year ago
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What do you think about our new princes???
I liked Azel before and now I adore him even more. He's a god and atheist at the same time (and he's poor lol). Kagari is the cutest war freak I've ever seen BUUUT it's very possibile that I will end with Matthias as a LI. Not the biggest LI ofc, I'll never stop being the most devoted Tsundere Italian London Tipton believer.
Matthias seems like upthight bitch and Cybird is so good with these fellas (*cough*Kanetsugu*cough*). If he's a tsun too, that's even better. Thanks god that he didn't existed when Emma was successively breaking the 99 rule. Probably Sariel's companion in The Stomach Pain.
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toon-kirby · 1 year ago
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(apologies for potentially double-posting)
any headcanons pertaining to the first gen trio and the way they parent their sons?
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Alright, I finally got this done... because I did all the first gen parents! Surprise!
Siggy/Dee - Deirdre, having grown up in the woods, ended up opting for a very natural parenting style. Organic and home grown foods, minimal/reused plastic, lots of outdoor time, etc. Sigurd makes enough money for that kind of lifestyle, though Deirdre knows how to do it on a budget. She's not extreme about it, though. Sigurd's introduced her to lots of cool things she didn't have growing up (like video games that aren't hand me downs from people at church). With his encouragement, she's also working on her degree at the local college. Not sure what she's going for, but probably something Earth Science related. Deirdre tries to schedule her classes while Seliph is at school, but when she can't, she has Oifey babysit him.
Quan/Ethlyn - Quan is very into good grades, so both Leif and Altena are in tutoring and private school. They're also both in sports as soon as they're old enough. Altena is really good at soccer, and by goodness does Quan make sure to brag about it to Travant. Ethlyn isn't very happy about this. Travant's a widower, he doesn't need someone bullying him! Quan just needs to let this stupid rivalry go. Plus, Altena seems to be friends with Arion! Quan shouldn't ruin that!
Eldie/Granhye - Very classy parents. I mean, it's Eldigan and Granhye. Ares began music lessons at a very young age, just like his father. These paid off, though not in the way anyone expected. Ares ended up being into punk and metal music rather than classical. Instead of getting mad, Eldigan and Granhye decided to embrace it (granted Ares keeps his grades and behevior good). His electric bass is his favorite present ever. He nicknamed it Missiletainn.
Midir/Edain - Edain found out early on that she really liked to read books to her kids. She ended up volunteering at the local library to read more books, and that's how the little Tirnanog friend group came to be. She and Midir take turns staying at home since neither of them have a standard monday-friday schedule. They make sure to spend a lot of time together when they're both off. Family board game nights are a regular occurence in their house.
Lex/Ayra - The sporty parents. As soon as Larcei and Schatach were old enough they enrolled them in soccer. Then came martial arts, swimming, you name it. The kids' diet probably consists of Issachian home cooking, granola bars, and gatorade. Shannan has stepped in multiple times to babysit or get the kids to practice. He's the super cool older cousin, after all!
Azelle/Tailtiu - Super nerdy parents. I'm talking DND and cosplay type nerdy. Tine was born premature, so they spent a lot of time in the hospital. The nurses absolutely adored Arthur. They were all so happy when he started to walk and say his first words. Hilda, however, was jealous of all the attention Tailitu and Tine got when they finally came home.
Finn/Lachesis - I think your headcanons about Finn and Lachesis being Malewife and Girlboss are pretty spot on. Lachesis has some sort of high ranking office job, while Finn stays at home. Diarmuid sometimes spends time with Beowulf (his bio dad), but lives with Finn and Lach. Beo's very chill about the entire thing and even gives Nanna gifts for her birthday and christmas. (Slightly off topic, but in an AU where all the games exist at the same time, I can see Finn being really good friends with Dedue since they're so similar. I mean, their leiges are even both voiced by Chris Hackney!)
Alec/Sylvia - I actually headcanon Lene and Coirpre to have different fathers in canon, as Coirpre was young enough to get the attention of the cult and that wouldn't be possible if Coirpre was born pre-Belhalla (though he does have severe baby face). Anyways, since this is a modern au with no cults or political scheming (hopefully), I'll go with them both being Alec's kid. Neither Alec nor Sylvia ended up with a high paying job, so money was tight. Then Alec got a job under Hannibal. He became close to the family and agreed to become the children's godfather. He likes to spoil the kids since he could never have any kids of his own. I'm thinking of Uncle Drosselmeyer from the Nutcracker from some reason. Speaking of Ballet, Lene's lessons are free since Sylvia works at the studio. Coirpre… well I'll be honest, I don't know what he'd be doing.
Lewyn/Erinys - Not a day goes by where these two can't figure out how Ced ended up being a straight a student. Erinys was a good student, but she wasn't super into it. And Lewyn… well, Lewyn is Lewyn. Fee ended up more free-spirited and laid back like her dad, though to a more responsible degree. She credits this to having her dad's love for life mixed with her mom's responsibility.
Jamke/Brigid - Somewhere inbetween Ayra/Lex and Edain/Midir on the parenting style spectrum. Patty ended up really enjoying gymnastics, so they kept her enrolled in it. She also took up magic tricks, including (to Jamke and Brigid's dismay) lock picking. Super cool cousin Dew totally didn't teach her that. Febail took up archery like his father.
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barncultus · 2 years ago
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the bibliomancy readings from the green mysteries sounds so cool, as someone who's saving up for the book right now i'd love one if you feel up to it :-0c i don't have any particular questions, just a general one is fine. also, this is just me being nosy, but i adore the illustrations in his thirteen paths book - are there any cool ones in green mysteries, or ones you particularly like ?
Hello dear! I completely understand, the book is an expense! As most cultus sabbati books can be. I hope you are able to get your hands on a copy when the time is right and an affordable edition finds its way to you, as so often happens with these things.
For you, I pulled Flax. A plant used to bind the dead and banish bewitchment. Schulke shares a rite from the PGM entitled The Thessalian's Enquiry of a Corpse: A flax leaf is taken and upon it the words voces magicae are inscribed. Then, an ink of red ochre, burnt myrrh, juice of fresh wormwood, evergreen, and flax. This ink then writes upon the leaf AZEL BALEMACHO, and is placed into the corpses mouth prior to questioning.
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