#denning fire emblem

[pioneer-over-c]

Denning

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

After seeing Candace added to the game, I think FEH should add more chapter bosses to its roster. Give me Batta the Beast with a disproportionately elaborate PRF weapon. Give me fully-voiced Denning.

CANDACE IS IN FEH NOW!

[stripclub-elysium]

Lucina approached Philip in his tent as she saw Tharja leave, a glare on the woman's face. She approached the man and made sure the busty mage wasn't in sight, "What is your wifes issue with me? I have done nothing to her."

Phillip looked at the princess... of course he already has a good guess for his wife's dislike for Lucina... even though he broke the Mage mentally and turned her into the most submissive slut, some parts of the old Tharja might still be present... maybe it's because their Lucina was the reason why Tharja was so upset and allowed Phillip to steal her from Robin.

"I can only guess... maybe you remind her of someone she hates..."

[fe-smashorpass]

[ailingwriter]

This is a message from Lord Nergal.

"I await you on the Dread Isle."

[spiralheaven]

denning as a knight of seiros... i dont know how to justify or explain this in a way that doesnt sound insane so just take it

[theofficersacademy]

Denning has arrived!

Welcome to the Officers Academy! You have been assigned to the Knights of Seiros.

Please remember to follow the Masterlist and all your fellow colleagues. You have been granted an Iron Bow, Close Counter, and the Curved Shot combat art to start your journey with. We look forward to seeing the growth of your true potential.

May the Goddess light your path.

- Mod Bren

[failure-bnuuy-girl]

It's been 2 years since this post but this came up while scrolling through #limstella so...

**Long post ahead... As in, really long**

Now that we have most of the Black Fang members in FEH + three of them as fallen heroes, I would be foolish to dismiss the most welcome extra lore(?) they gave us.

First off: Nergal is indeed Bad ParentTM. He's really a total piece of garbage (after his villain arc started, iirc he wasn't bad per se before obsessing with Quintessence). Idek why I feel so drawn to him to the point I sparked for him on the 80th summon in this month's banner, he has no redeeming qualities and isn't even a Villain You Love To Hate trope. (Ok maybe bc he gave us Limstella... Am I just too biased...?)

What I find most interesting is about the morphs themselves. I never thought I would see someone else thinking of the morphs as humans, but here we go.

Let's first consider what Quintessence itself is. This is basically akin, if not straight up, someone's soul + life force. Which means it's inexorably tied to emotions. So Nergal, upon creating the Morphs, had to give them not just life force for them to move around and act, but also (knowingly or otherwise) some emotion, but in the most notable cases this was beyond just devotion or obedience. Arguably with all the nameless morphs the army mows down it would be impossible to give them all some personality, and thus see them as anything more than mere zombies. But then we get the named morphs and things change, because they CLEARLY have emotions.

Ephidel is sadistic and ruthless, there's not much to expand on. Ephidel is the child who sees his parents being ruthless and tries to mimic, and in turn is being kept around for being useful.

Denning's analysis is something that messes you up when you think about it. So far into the game we've seen a couple nameless morphs as bosses that upon dying just go "welp, I fulfilled my purpose". But Denning was made by Nergal into nothing but a spam caller, forced to repeat the same thing over and over. And initially it reinforces the thought of morphs as emotionless constructs. But the way the message fades out... feels more like relief. Finally being released from a living hell. This wasn't a morph that just followed orders out of devotion, respect or anything like that. This was Denning's persona being specifically molded for one purpose, and them unable to do any more than that. And that's beyond messed up. Denning is the child whose parents molded them into what they wanted and lost all their personality in the way.

Kishuna is also such a messed up example. Nergal's discarded project when he saw that they weren't capable of gathering quintessence for him, nor had any fighting capabilities. But despite their sadness upon being thrown away, they still yearn for his validation and work for him. And yet Kishuna has such an interesting gimmick. This one has a darn nullification aura around them! Sure, they can't harvest quintessence themselves, but this doesn't mean they're "useless". I'm hoping SO MUCH that they give us Kishuna in FEH because I would LOVE to see what they do with this, but that's me coping. Kishuna is the child whose talent wasn't specifically what their parents wanted, and got shunned for it.

Sonia. I hate Sonia with a burning passion. Her treatment of Ursula and Nino, her poisoning of the whole of the Black Fang's ideals, but also, as I have been surround by people who project their own issues into others, I hate people like her. But there are loads about her own personality. She despises Limstella because she's jealous of them, being Nergal's "perfect creation". She despises Nino (and fallen Ursula in FEH) because she doesn't see her as useful, which translates into herself not being useful to Nergal. Since she gave birth to Nino: "if my child isn't useful, does this mean I myself failed?" What fuels Sonia is the despair and terror, the need to prove herself worthy, the need to be acknowledged, the need for perfect results. Her ruthlessness is just a side effect. Sonia is the child who became a ruthless bully to distract from the fact her own insecurities devour her from the inside, so instead she projects them upon others.

Limstella, one of my favourite characters, is the messed up cherry on top of this messed up cake. Nergal's "perfect creation", constantly being acknowledged as such by others and Nergal himself. And they're proud of it. They may think of themselves as simply Nergal's puppet, but they know they're the best. And this has also led them to mock Sonia, which is just... *chef's kiss*. But what fucks me up the most is the other side there is to Limstella. First there's their own admiration towards quintessence. They are drawn to it, the stronger the better. And this can either be their own trait, or it can be like a child who sees something shiny or beautiful and wants to share it with their parents. And second, they really think they're just a puppet, so when they feel something else they entirely disregard it as a construct just like themselves are. But they feel. Their death quote alone was enough, expressing their sorrow upon being slain. But then we have their lv40 quote in FEH. And knowing that they feel joy and sorrow when Nergal calls upon them... really fucks me up. Limstella is the image of a "perfect child", who strives for nothing more than their parent's satisfaction. Yet unlike Kishuna, it's Limstella themselves who disregard their own self in pursuit of this perfection.

But I also want to talk about FEH, and the 3 fallen versions of the Black Fang we've got so far: Linus, Lloyd and Ursula.

Because in FE7 after the army slays Limstella and prepare themselves to face Nergal, they come across quite a surprise, having to face once more characters they had previously killed or knew had died, reanimated as... morphs?! Except these morphs were different than the others. Even the lesses boss-type morphs had dialogue. But these versions of Ursula, Linus, Lloyd, Brendan and the others... are completely silent. Even when Nino herself goes against the later 3, they show no response whatsoever. And it births the thought, just what is this? On top of the other morphs, we just saw Limstella express their own sorrow. So why are these morphs just... zombies? Initially, back when I first played the game, I thought that maybe Nergal just reanimated them with barely anything more than enough to move around, just as a distraction while he finished opening the Gate. But later I remembered Denning and though... Fuck, have they all just been... Erased? Overwritten? Forced to say nothing and do nothing other than act as a meat wall? (morph wall?) Because it made no sense that, if they had been given nothing but the bare minimum or if they were reanimated in a hurry, these guys were still so strong when we had just faced Limstella. And now with FEH giving us more dialogue... We know that they also retained their feelings.

Ursula retained her desire for perfection, and her devotion and admiration towards Sonia. As well as her fear of herself not being perfect.

Linus retained his loyalty to the Black Fang's ideals, and his contempt towards Sonia and her actions.

And Lloyd, just like his brother, retained his loyalty to the Black Fang. But also his care for Nino, and the now corrupted desire to avenge Linus.

So even after being reanimated as morphs, these 3 still had their own emotions and memories. They simply had been reanimated to be controlled, as more of Nergal's puppets.

This is all so messed up...

The morphs are humans, full stop: cliffnotes edition

ok I said I wanted to write a full mini-essay on this but I need to get this out of my system NOW and I don’t have time for even a half-assed analysis, so here’s a…quarter…assed….here’s some bullet points:

Keep reading

[telleroftime]

Little Melody ||| Bowser x Reader

King Bowser struggles with a certain part of a composition when playing on his piano. You, his captive, chime in with a chord suggestion that ends up working.

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Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Platonic

Tone: Gen

Word Count: 2.8k

Bowser Masterlist

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Being held captive for ransom was certainly an experience, especially when the person kidnapping you was most definitely not penurious.

From the towering doors edged with polished silver - the surface of which was decorated with engravings depicting bones and beasts and fire - to the cascading walls of glowing lava that had to be suspended using tedious magic, the castle you were taken into was truly quite fascinating. The architecture was different from your home, making you feel like a helpless little mouse trapped in a giant's den instead of a spark of musical might that kept you alive. Everything was plus sized. The ceilings reached too high. The corridors were too long. But there was less fear behind the anxiety blooming in your chest and more so a sense of wonder. This place was different, inspiring almost.

And, if the outward appearance wasn't enough to settle that, the stark disparity between court ethics made the slight culture shock that more obvious. There were no ladies in elegant garb wandering in search of rich lords and famous musicians. The castle staff was kept to a minimum of a few Shy Guys dusting random corners instead of bustling maids and palace servants. There were no princes or princesses causing immediate havok amongst the stationed guards. The court was quiet. Too quiet.

It was a silence that did not falter even as you were led towards the throne room during your first few days there. You could remember the sound of your dark chains as they clanged against one another, their heavy alloy creating minimal discomfort, surprisingly not irritating the skin of your wrists at all. With the two magikoopas keeping you walking - one in front and one behind - you had to steel yourself before you could actually come face to face with your kidnapper.

Your steps echoed loudly down the halls. One step after the other, like walking to the set rushed pace of a metronome, you forced yourself to remain confident. You were more than aware of the hanging cages decorating the more fortress-like areas; the skeletons brushed to the side were not that far out of view.

Scratches disrupted the perfect surface of the rock below your feet, telling tales of struggles that were overshadowed by the huge statues of a giant beast. You remembered how the stone was cut, chiseled with finesse to mimic the shapes of a raging monster. The pointy teeth. The sharp claws. The horns of a bull curling up like a laurel wreath. Even then, when looking at the hovering black flags that wore the emblem of this foreign kingdom, you had pieced together that the statues must have depicted the king himself.

You were right.

At first, when standing in front of his throne and having to crane your neck up to witness the true potency of his glower, you had hoped you could reason with His Majesty, King Bowser. You wanted to plead your case. You wanted to reason that this was all a misunderstanding. It was all a wreck of a symphony that could yet be fixed. However, with an arrogant upturn of his snout and the flick of his decorated wrist, you were quick to realise it was all just wishful thinking.

For the first few days trapped in this unknown world, you were kept locked within the dungeons. You were given a simple cot, the pillows flat and uncomfortable and not at all what you were used to back at home. The food was given to you as tasteless, uninspiring mush. The only light you were allowed was the dull glow of fire that filtered through the iron bars. You were held like a convict within the small cell.

All until you weren’t. The cold stone slabs turned to polished wood. The rationed prison food turned to exquisite three course meals. Instead of the now-dirty clothes you wore when you were taken in, you had been dressed in white fabric, edges of the garments trimmed and lined with colours of flames and gemstones mimicking the glimmer of embers. You don't know what brought about the change. Maybe the people of your home agreed to the king's conditions. Maybe the giant koopa had a change of heart. Whatever it was was definitely not to your benefit when you were placed in a large, golden cage beside the king himself.

Despite your voiced complaints and near constant nagging, the king insisted on having you dragged after him. You dined with him. You sat idly next to him as he slouched back on his throne. You were trapped in every sense of the word, stuck in a cage like a little, doomed songbird. A musician with no thrill and a creator with no hope. The only thing you could do was sit on top of a small bar attached to the base of the platform - a little, worthless bench that allowed you to rock your legs back and forth - with your body leaning forwards on your elbows. Trapped with nothing to do but lazily hum your comfort songs as you daydreamed of home.

However, be that a stroke of luck or of misfortune, your boredom was temporarily sated when you were brought into a large, circular space surrounded by a glow of thick, molten lava. It was a new place, and now the heat of the glowing walls caused your palms to sweat and your skin to sparkle with moisture. It was arid, but not entirely unbreathable.

The king placed your cage down on a small stool next to a black coloured grand piano, the plaque reading 'Ludwig Von Koopa' informing you of the brand, and sat himself positively on the cushioned chair. Confidently, his claw pressed the first key.

You're guilty to admit that you would have never expected the large koopa, let alone your beast of an impolite kidnapper, to be able to play on such a fine instrument. It was tuned perfectly, the sounds echoing within the body with beautiful resonance. The king's claws glided against the keys with a practiced precision you couldn’t help but observe. With each note he played, his face of concentration morphed to fit the sound. It pulled and it twisted as if you were not there, passion for the craft evident even in the way he closed his eyes. He leaned his body in when the tune demanded a longer sound, and swayed backwards for the faster notes.

You gawked at him, your silhouette still as you simply watched him play. At first, you were certain that you recognised the chord progression. You thought you knew the melody, the kingdom you were from known mainly for its involvement in the evolution of music. However, you refused to be vain enough to say for certain. In some places it sounded familiar, though that was common within many compositions. In other parts the melody sounded original. It was unlike anything you have ever heard before, and it was something that would have never reached the shores of your homeland. It sounded like something born to this room, and the flex and twitch of the king's arms showed the truth to that.

You watched as his brows furrowed, then relaxed. Then they furrowed again, and His Majesty's playing took a pause.

One try after the next, King Bowser played and replayed a certain part of the melody. The composition was unfinished from the looks of it, and you readjusted your spot on the metal bar. You heard him huff as he glanced at your movement, but other than that he ignored it in favour of the piano.

Playing for a minute, he stumbled, then he tried again. Each time he started from the same bar, giving himself room to think. He tried, and failed. He tried, and failed again. After about the fifth time, your eyes flitted away from his general figure and turned instead to the entrance of the room. You stared blankly at the door, eyes unfocused slightly as you listened to him play.

F major seven, G major, F minor. You knew those chords, recognising them as they rang in the background of the sound. Then, the king faltered, the misplay making the piano ring an off tuned sound. A broken noise.

Turning your focus back to the koopa, you noticed the angle of his face no longer flowed with the wave of musical passion. You saw him bare his sharp teeth in anger, the smug grin from his confident playing wiped clean off his snout. His claws hovered with a twitchy tension above the monochrome keys as if he didn't wish to inflict the aftermath of his rage onto the instrument. His eyes twitched as his bushy red brows furrowed in spiteful annoyance, following a distinct streak of black smoke that pushed itself out of his nostrils.

Blinking, you turned your gaze forward to think again. F major seven. G major. F minor… and then another misplayed key that sent a growl echoing into the silence of the room that fought against the popping sound of lava. F minor… but what if…

"Try A-Sharp minor," you chirped, leaning your body forward on the hard seat as you looked up at him expectantly. His attention turned away from the piano, his head tilting up slightly so that he could more strongly look down at you.

Instead of the friendly acknowledgment you would have hoped for, the king gave you silence. His eyes were sharp and narrow, cast in a fiery glow that made his frown appear shadowed and menacing and arrogant. The look made you slouch back in your seat, watching as he huffed out yet another cloud of ash. This time you could taste the sulphur on the base of your tongue. "Be quiet," he instructed, turning his head back to the piano with an irritated swing of his tail. You watched as his hands clenched and unclenched above the keys.

"I'm only trying to help you-"

He snarled, the sound deep and guttural, causing your mouth to shut in an instant. It was a wordless instruction that made you cross your arms.

Sitting up straight, you grumpily turned your body away from him as an act of small rebellion. Your features lay low on your face then, a small pout twisting your lips. Though you refused to look back, you could feel his eyes on you as the silence hung like thick goo between the two of you. Then you heard him shuffle and you relaxed at the tentative press of one of the keys. The king went back to playing.

Starting from the very beginning, you closed your eyes as you let the sour taste of tension dissipate with the sound of the notes. You were lost in the sound of the piano, only hearing the sound of King Bowser's breathing whenever a pop of lava snapped you back to reality. Any stolen glances you permitted yourself revealed not a face of anger, but instead one of contemplative concentration that did not affect the quality of the piece. He wordlessly continued, note after note, chord after chord, until he returned to the end of the section.

The first chord sounded. Then the second. Then the third. You were certain that he would hesitate again, but to your surprise he played your suggestion, minimally delaying to play the starting chord again. A minute or two passed as the giant koopa finished with the piece. Then he stopped and you opened your eyes.

Slowly, his eyes scrolled to meet yours, brows raised lightly with his lips parted. He stared at you with those brutal red eyes, his hands playing the chord again, and again, and again causing you to shrug. Letting his features relax, it was as if the aimed annoyance had completely dissipated from his body.

"I wasn’t expecting you to actually play it," you mumbled. However, your surprised tone was lost on him as he tilted his head up, side eyeing the piano before looking back at you.

“How’d ya know?”

You hummed, kicking your feet slowly in the air as you balanced on the metal seat. "I thought about it."

Your kicking stopped as a low growl rumbled in his chest, his snout pulling back incredulously, "you saying I didn’t?"

"No," you turned your entire body to face him, stradling the seat to match his show of arrogance, "I'm just saying that I did."

“It doesn’t explain how you knew the chord.”

“It does.”

He grumbled, “does not.”

“Does too.”

Huffing, the king childishly tossed his arms in the air, turning his attention back to the piano with a pout evident on his snout, though he didn't seem to notice, or at least he didn't seem to care. You observed him intently as he froze in his spot, thinking. Then his clawed hands pressured down on the piano in favour of a different tune. It was a lively one, a melody that originally belonged to a much larger, angry symphony. However, when singled out the tune almost sounded happy. Hopeful. It was also a composition that you definitely recognised, and one that King Bowser played with an expert's touch.

Your intrigue had returned, and you subconsciously leaned your body in. It was honestly beautiful. His hands fluttered across the length of the piano. The movements were muscle memory, the skill seemingly engraved into him.

Tilting his head from side to side as if he breathed the music itself, you almost missed the side glances he threw your way. Every once in a while, after every enunciated chord, you saw his downcast, amber gaze turn to you.

Whether it was him showing off once again - probably what the original purpose of coming to this room was - or it was a test, you did not care much. You listened, then you took the bait. You allowed your hands to flow in a familiar motion, as if you held onto a conducting baton. Every other moment, you listed the key or the chord he had played. You saw his fingers twitch at this, but he continued and so did you.

Sometimes he would slow down the tempo, sometimes he would speed it up. Most of the time, throughout the course of the piece, his eyes remained on you, bar from the few glances back at the keys. He played the piece to its end, exhaling a loud breath before his attention turned to you. You were still humming, in your mind finishing the parts that the very much missing ensemble could not. When you looked back at him, his eyes were glowing flames, though it wasn’t in any form of wrath. It was a curiosity, one that silently egged you on.

"I know how to play," you offered with a grin, your finger pointing at the piano through the bars of your cage. However, your hands were quick to dart back to your face to cover your grin. This was your kidnapper. He no doubt wanted to butter you up to use for ransom or he wanted to use you as a tool in a political war… and yet even knowing that fact, the grin refused to leave your face. Especially not after you saw His Majesty gawk at you with a smirk of his own.

He blinked a few times, eyes twitching from you to black shell of the piano. Then they closed, the grin dropping. You waited, and after a moment he opened them again. "Prove it."

Your lips thinned slightly and you tilted your head to the side. You ran your hand down one of the golden bars of the cage, your brows raised, "from in here? Or will you let me out?"

The king huffed then, and just as his lips moved to respond, the doors to the room creaked open and your collective attention turned to the single magikoopa that entered the room. He looked startled and unsure. Frightened almost. It was a dull reminder of who exactly you were sitting with.

"Your Majesty, Kamek requires your presence," the magikoopa said with a prominent waver in their voice.

Poorly masking the forming anger, King Bowser blew out a steam of flames at the unwelcome interruption, standing from the piano stool. His eyes looked to you before he shook his head, once again flicking his wrist with a disinterested persona. "Take them back to their room. Make sure they're fed well."

Your eyes widened, "what? Hey!" But the king ignored you, stomping angrily out of the bright room. He ignored your shouts, and you had to bite your tongue into silence as the mage awkwardly lifted you cage with a mist of purple magic.

Though it had an inconvenient end, that was not the last time you sat in that room.

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A/N: Get rickrolled all of you.

Bowser Masterlist

[pioneer-over-c]

Summer Denning when

[bonefall]

What was Leopardstar and Carpwhisker’s relationship like?

You know how in Fire Emblem Awakening how there's that side character whose entire existence is dedicated to a running joke that he's the biggest person in the room... but no one sees him, ever? To the point where they even end up thinking an extra goblet at dinner must belong to a ghost?

Face obscured by Chrom's knee on the box art, Mike Wazowski magazine style?

Carpwhisker.

I'm GUTTING Leopardstar's Haggis. It is in the bottom 5 WC entries for me. Leopardstar's childhood bullying was cheap and brainless. How fucking dare they, actually?

How dare they take their ONE confident, intimidating female character, DEFINED by how she was beloved in RiverClan and by her apprentice generation, had no romance, and wasn't a mother figure, and fuck up ALL THREE THINGS???

So. Anyway.

If anyone gets bullied it's Carpwhisker, still by Skyheart.

Brightsky didn't die; she became a kittypet. There were four kits.

Carp, Oat, Leopard, Water.

Mudfur took Carp and Leopard home, due to their resemblance to their famous ancestor, Volestar.

If Mudfur knew what Leopardstar would become... he would have left her there, with her mother. He regrets bringing her back to RiverClan

He feels he should have known better. He became a Cleric shortly after returning because he came to believe that the constant fighting was wrong, and yet...

What did he expect?

Carpwhisker is a nervous wreck who can't stand up for herself despite being as big as a badger, and Leopardstar eventually booked herself a rock appointment

I feel like at some point, Carpwhisker learned the secret about Brightsky... but keeps it to herself.

She can't imagine Leopardstar taking it well, "and um, she's..." (Carpwhisker grasps for words not wanting to outright say she's terrified of her) "...she's a wee bit intense about bad news."

You know that one post about the kid who got severely bullied in school, the teacher put on Dumbo, and they watched every single one of their bullies cheer for the underdog? All the bullies think they're Dumbo.

That's poor Carp. I feel like she used to really like Aftergatherings until Leopardstar told her about the reputation of those events, and that attending them was making Carp look disloyal.

People often take credit for her achievements. She was the one who made the Bonehill practical-- it's not solid bone, it's a mud facade with a layer of bone around it. Tigerstar said it was TigerClan's achievement, and his by proxy.

When Carpwhisker was struggling for breath to correct him, Leopardstar gave her a sideways glance and killed the thought.

So, Carp's relationship with Leopardstar is not great. But Carp defends her, and loves her, and insist she knows best.

Leopardstar is a better friend of Skyheart than she is a sister of Carp. Leopard's beloved by that whole group, and a natural leader from a young age.

I think when Leopardstar dies, Carp is distraught by it. Inconsolable, and it's really hard to tell her in that moment that it sounds like she's a lot better off without her.

She'd probably end up hanging out with Mothwing a lot, seeking spiritual advice. Moth just gives her normal, mortal, nonspiritual advice, but Carpwhisker thinks it's divine.

After all... they both did just lose very toxic siblings that they still loved very much, and are kinda working through that.

In terms of politics, Carpwhisker is a weak-traditionalist. Really, she just goes along with what's popular at the moment, and doesn't make waves. She's conflict-avoidant, and just tries to make others happy with her hard work.

Most of all she just wants peace, really. What if there were no problems forever and everyone was just nice and well-fed and we all took a big nap in this warm den I made. What then.

SO all that to say... She loved Leopardstar. Leopardstar was awful to her. "We're sisters! It's just like that!" (It Is Not Like That.) She was hidden in her shadow. She thought the shadow was normal. She's destroyed when her sister dies. She can only begin to recover once she's gone.

[stripclub-elysium]

Just as Tharja was obsessed with Robin, Phillip Rossweisse has been obsessed with the young and attractive witch and when he noticed her anger from seeing her soon to be husband with the Kings future daughter, he knew it was time for Tharja to get a different husband then then one she has been obsessed over with... someone far older...

"Hello Miss Tharja, I can't help but to notice your anger." Phillip greets the Dark Mage. "Is something wrong? A lady like you should be angry this close before her big wedding."

A Stolen Witch (Closed RP w/ @stripclub-elysium )

Tharja stewed in her lab. She had seen that slut Lucina flirting with her husband to be, and the wedding was only in a few days. And Robin had even been friendly to her! She growled under her breath, and missed the footsteps of a familiar older gentleman entering her lab.

[sonicasura]

Alright so this picture is my very badly drawn version of what I imagine Rider's Kaiju for to be like

Also some extra notes

When Rider was forcibly transformed it caused immediate defects to their person that took a while for the new form too fix itself one of these was blindness as the transformation destroyed their Ocular Nerve, which took about 4 weeks to heal, hence why they have the feelers to help them get around until their sight is healed

The Kinship stone ended up protecting their heart from transformation by acting as the transformation core in a sense

Couldn't speak for around 10 days and could only chirp, purr, and growl to communicate.

Kafka ended up as the translator for Rider, for that couple of days, until their voice box healed

None of the Monsties or Kafka left Rider's side until they learned to transform back into there human self

Were in pain for around a whole day due to the unaturel and Forced transformation procedure

The forced transformation would happen sometime after the Shinagawa City attack.

This has a lot of angst but I feel the forced transformation would cause a lot of problems for Rider that would take a while to get sorted out

Anyway have anything to add to this, more thoughts and ideas?

Spoilers for the manga! Also nice doodle.

Considering No.9 brought out the clone technique, he had a special one ambush Rider. One which held the DNA collected from No.8 alongside their Rathalos. They were completely unaware of the attack as they've been out on a small foraging trip with Ratha and Hoshina. No.9 originally planned to transform Rider over the duration of the transport back to his den.

However Hoshina and Ratha forced him to rush the transformation process before the duo managed to free the youth out of his cocoon. It was an immediate dash to the Defense Force private hospital as Rider's altered condition is completely unstable. You can definitely add Hoshina to the constant visits list because this particular incident will forever haunt him.

Rider knows something feels very off with them the moment they gain consciousness. Kafka is the one who tells the bad news. Although nobody expected Rider to make a light hearted joke about the change. 'I guess they can really call me your whelp huh, dad?'

Hoshina apologizes but they don't blame him either and wish no one to do so either. Rider doesn't seem like the type to have such a life altering change put them down. They're going to pick themselves back up and keep moving. Kinship Stone acts like the trigger for their Kaiju transformation almost similar to a Beast/Dragon Stone from Fire Emblem.

Rider can't fully transform without it. Another side effect is that they can understand monsters now. Simple byproduct from the Kinship Stone's intervention.

In a sense, this incident only strengthens Rider's bond with their friends and makeshift family.

[brokerkisser]

Gold Coin/Trigger Happy - Skylanders Phighting au

(click for better view & image id under keep reading) I'll also add on legendary & spring variant designs when I have ideas for those.

IMAGE ID : First image is Gold Coin drawn as a bloxy robloxian it has a paper white skin tone and it's color is a browny red It's horns are shaped like pointed bunny ears that point backwards with a smaller pair of horns under it's face has a brown marking across it's eyes with a mischeivous look on it's face with it's fangs and tongue poking out of it's mouth Gold coin is wearing a cowboy hat that sits betwen the gap of it's horns the cowboy hat has a gold coin emblem on the front it also has a orange torso and legs it's torso has a small star to the right that's half covered by the vest it wears with a belt with a coin buckle it has a pair of gloves and boots on the glove cuffs are clipped with the same coin emblem on the back of it's vest is the Cloud Scape symbol a simple cloud behind a floating island it's gear is a dual pair of golden revolvers the revolvers are stylized and blocky with a large barrel and handle with a small circle with a star at the top of the handle at the hammer Second image is Double Dare Gold coin it's redish orange in color it's wearing a tan helmet with red orange lines and orange visor with a tan full body suit that has red lines and orange shoes with a pair of tan gloves with red orange lining and orange tassels on the side the body suit is undone on the top with a knot revealing it's chest and a single curly chest hair on it's back is a knee length cape that's a dark red orange underneath with a tan and orange outlined front that has a gear design it's gear is a dual pair of golden cannon barrel looking guns that have red and orange detailing with a gear attached to the back and a ring of fire at the front and a small star keychain dangling Third image is a info sheet that has a small doodled portrait of gold coin to the top left with it's catch phrase under it " No Gold, No Glory! " the info text reads Name: Gold Coin Nickname: Trigger Happy Race/Species: Demon Age: 42 Pronouns: It/Its Mirror nouns Faction/Region: Cloud Scape Class/Job: Part time super charger and phighter full time cow boy Height: 3'2, 97 cm Gear: a image of it's dual golden revolvers next are a row of sliders reading Nice Neutral Mean Nice is hightlighted Brave Middle Cowardly Brave is highlighted Silly Neither Serious silly is highlighted Honest Mix of both Liar mix of both is highlighted Famous Average Off the grid average is highlighted Questions: " Any Notable friends or relatives? " Generally refers to many phighters as an ally. Gold Coin respects a fair worker A good friend to playground & theives den. Lightly weary of Lost temple, but it's chill While concerned and untrusting all of blackrock, It respects Hyperlaser's work Gold Coin refers to Hyperlaser as a fellow worker, and does have an interest in helping the man out " How about enemies? " While not very knowledgable, Subspace and Medkit give it bad vibes. Not enemies by any major means for medkit at least Gold Coin has no trust in Subspace, It's weary and neutral on Medkit. It does not like or trust Biografts at all It finds Biografts facisinating but their use and creation are not it's fancy " Are they good at their job? and do they like it? " Gold coin spent many years training, so it's quite good at it's jobs as both a gunslinger and supercharger It never takes it's job that seriously, always having fun roleplaying as some sort of sheriff or stunt devil Gold Coin is also well versed in phighting gear and machinery, It often tinkers around with engineering Health: 200 Shield/defense: 30 m1 pew pew guns m2 golden charge, hold down m2 to charge up a laser shot Q Lucky Sheriff's Coin Flip, RNG self status boost, Tails - slow debuff, Heads - Damage buff E Pot 'o gold - throws a pot of gold at enemies, short blast radius, slows down enemy Ult Golden machine gun Activates a golden turret machine gun, short radius blast when activated

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ooc; TOA Anniversary Munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you :)

Name: leo

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): :)

Where are you from? What is your time zone?: yes. cest (gmt+2)

Roleplay experience: 12 years total, 10 years on and off on tumblr

Got any pets? i had a bunch of fish at various times in my life but the last hag of a molly murdered all her tankmates it was a whole thing

Favorite time of year: autumn

Some interests and things you like: dnd, drawing, gaming, a bit of cosplay. i like frogs :) and rock.

Some funfacts & trivia about you: - i once kneed myself in the eye on accident - ive made 47+ ocs just for ffxiv - funny character voices are my passion - i either go completely silent or get really loud while gaming. i also make actually physically wounded noises when my character gets hit

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? ffxiv, apex legends, flight rising, honkai star rail, enstars, soulsborne, splatoon. its a list of all time for sure

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: ghost/bug, spiritomb/armarouge

How did you get into Fire Emblem? was really into smash bros for a while and got interested in fire emblem. my friend had a copy of awakening and i watched her play, and when i asked my dad to get me path of radiance when he was in the us he got radiant dawn instead

What Fire Emblem games have you played? the gba ones, tellius, the 3ds ones and engage

First Fire Emblem game: radiant dawn

Favorite Fire Emblem game: also radiant dawn

Any Fire Emblem crushes? i dont do crushes but pandreo? ephraim also makes me feel profoundly unwell. also call me brendan reed because limstella,

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: stahl - Fates: niles - Three Houses: idk tbh - Engage: pandreo

Favorite Fire Emblem class: thief, mage

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? thief (high skl/spd/res/mag, dogshit con def and hp, normal str)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? golden deer

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? micaiah or byleth

How did you find TOA? saw it here and there while scrolling fe tags on tumblr... was scrolling the tellius one and saw an active leonardo??? and i was missing tumblr rp at the time and i was like okay sure why the hell not (i would write edward regardless though)

Current TOA muses: edward, chad, denning

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? edward has taken up permanent residence in my brain since i was 14 he is NOT leaving

Have you had any other TOA muses? im at three and im staying with these three until further notice ✌️

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? little guys and pensive freaks. theres closer descriptions of my archetypes but this is good enough

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? hmhmhm. i like themes of belonging and not-belonging i think? places and people with which you feel at home, places you feel adrift and lost and that disconnect where it falls apart. i also really like unreliable narration, horror and that unsettling slightly delusional tonal dissonance when i have occasion to whip it out to maximum effect :)

Favorite TOA-related memory: keras kai elephas was so damn fun to me i need to stress this. first lore event really hit and solidified that i definitely want to stay!!

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? wil boey kliff and jean. are At My Door. theyre not getting in anytime soon but Hey.

[yanderefairyangel]

Don't you love it when Heroes, a game famous for character assasination and flanderization, manages to get a character right ?

Don't you also love it when Heroes, a game that gets confused easily by all the interations of Heroes it portrays, manages to get their character developpement right and respect their narrative ?

But above all, don't you love it when heroes confirms your interpretation of said character was the correct one ?

Giving up is not always a bad thing.

As time pass, the tears of resignation can feed the fire of determination.

She is refering to chapter 10-11. When she refused to run away even after Veyle stole the rings and still wanted to go after them. Confirming what I said in that post, the lesson Lucina and Lyn were teaching Alear was refering to them not wanting to give up despite the terrible situation after Hyacinth as been defeated, and not when entering the cathedral unlike what people think. This is the current situation that made Alear though back upon how they misunderstood Marth's advice and that has the leader of an army, they shouldn't take advice so lightly, especially heading to the enemy's den. And 10 chapter later, Alear will show that they learn when giving up.

In truth... the Blood of the Fell dragon flow in my veins

(which means FEH will probably introduce Veyle and Sombron as Alear's relative)

It is not because of shame that I revealed you this. What matters are my actions, not my background. (she learns her lesson guys)

I can now be whatever you need me to be : a Divine Dragon, an Emblem, or even a Corrupted (this line hurts)

And if you decide to become someone else, I will be your friend and protector, I will always be here for you.

So what are those lines revealing :

1/ Despite wanting to overcome her past, Alear isn't ashamed of being a Fell dragon. Makes sense, if you recall in her supports with Veyle and the Twins, Alear speaks easily of being a fell dragon too.

2/ The reason why Alear feels at odd with her fell nature is due to the live she had as a Fell dragon as I already mentionned. Alear's memory and subconsience works by association and in her case she associate being a Fell dragon with commiting evil deeds while associating being a Divine dragon with virtuous life.

3/ What Alear wanted isn't to become a Divine dragon, or at least isn't limited to that : what she want, first and firemost is to become a virtuous hero that saves the world. If you recall when Griss drop the nuke on Alear's head and Sigurd confirms it, what bothered her was that she couldn't fufill the promise she made to Lumera about saving the world in her stead since she lacked the power of a Divine dragon, and what relieved them from Sigurd was to hear that her dream of becoming a hero was still possible to fufill. In the dream cutscene in the prologue, it's an idealized vision of the transition cutscene where their dream of saving the world was fufilled (even if it was just she wished things had arrived that day). When she meet with Lumera, Fell!Alear wasn't trying to become another species of dragon, but to change as a better person as in her dying words she mutters "I won't become a virtuous dragon afterall" and when she eventually faints she said to Lumera " [I wish I can be] like you, a Divine dragon saving the world". Alear doesn't just want to become a Divine dragon, but a dragon that saves the world and this line is the only line that could infer that Alear wanted to become a Divine dragon, but in reality it's the "becoming someone who saves the world part" that is important since as she mentions how she had become the hero she wanted to be only to die now, and when she dies a thrid time, Alear cries as she realize she wont be here to save the world. And in those lines, the fact that Alear accepts her condition regardless of whatever may be is made very explicit since her dream is to save the world and it doesn't matter which form/appearance she is locked in, as long as she can fufill that dream, she is fine with it. And that's how you realize she really managed to overcome her fear of Corrupted as she accepted all the forms she went through : her birth form (fell dragon), her new form (divine dragon), her form as a dead (Corrupted) and her reborn form (Emblem), but her soul remaind the same. Someone determined to save the world.

And that's even something present in one of Veyle's PR wake up events when Veyle mentions how Alear taught her that while her physical state isn't something she has control over, she can still control her heart/soul and despite changing bodies, Alear's soul remains the same.

4/Alear accepts people that want to change. That is important because it's the main reason that can motivate Alear in giving her forgivness or not. That's how she reacted with Veyle, and why she forgave Rafal : they were willing to become a better person. I really think that this line in particular is refering to Veyle seeing how Veyle ended up having the same dream as her big sister.

I am so happy that Heroes respected Alear's character, not just the fact she can't turn into a dragon, but also the whole developpement including that her actual dream is becoming a hero, not just a Divine dragon.