#dimitri can never disappoint

[ariella-has-lost-her-mind]

i need you guys to watch Anastasia so i can finally have someone to literally swoon over the og enemies-to-lovers couple 🤌🤌🤌

[arrowthrewme]

This one is actually kinda sweet

WARNING: Intended male!reader, but can easily be read as any gender, a tiny bit of objectifying with Edith, but not too much (just a word)

Tange- I love you-rine

"How would they react with their darling asking them to peel a tangerine for them or darling asking to do it for them?"

Mùchén Asking - You would have to ask him to, but he'd immediately do it - All he wants is to be seen as "good" by you - Will ask for a kiss as payment. On the lips of course

Offering - Immediate tears. - You, Haven's best angle, asking ever so politely to do some mundane task for him? How can he not cling and sing you praises - Clings onto you and kisses you as payment

Edith Asking - She loves you. She really does. But she's not going to so it - She'd make her servant do it - You'd have to insist for a long time before she would agree (if she agrees at all) - Will call you a spoiled in the most loving tone you've ever heard

Offering - Blushes and covers her cheek bashfully (well it's a practised bashfulness, but the gratefulness is true!) - Cooes about how sweet you are ("You're so wonderful, doll!") but wouldn't allow you to do it - She's spent good money on your manicure. Her perfect doll can't be seen with messy nails! - Has a servant do it, but does order your favourite pastry as a thank you (feeds you herself even)

Dimitri Asking - Happy to - Will peal every tangerine as you hang out during your work break (will steal a piece. He loves sharing food) - Asks to feed you (will physically show his disappointment. He's like a puppy)

Offering - Shocked. Genuine shock - Will try to deny your request, but if you keep offering he will concede - Keeps apologising even if it's not his fault and helps you with your work

Stephen Asking - Immediately accepts, uses it as a way to show off his strength - Purposely flexible his muscles, giving you a whole show (Kisses are the only forms of payment) - Acts like a proud dog. Puffs out his chest, smirking like he's found gold. The whole ordeal - You have to give him compliments, if you don't he'll annoy you until you do

Offering - Says no because he's a strong guy! He doesn't need help! - It'll take a lot of convincing (thank the traces of toxic masculinity left in him for that) but he'll cave soon - Swoons. And when I say swoons, I mean one hand on forehead, other over his heart and pretending to faint

Marylin Asking - She gets her nails done a lot and they're not cheap, so it's understandable that she wouldn't jump at the chance - But if you ask politely she'll do it (with gloves) - She's like Stephen in the way that she will boast about it. Chest puffed out and all. But in a peacock way

Offering - Blushes and stutters. Yes, she gets offers from others to do stuff for her. But it's you. You that's offering. That's completely different! - Can't even say a word, only nodding at your question - Kisses you all over, leaving pink marks on your skin

Circe Asking - Immediately nods. His mate is asking him to do something for them! Of course he's gonna do it! - His nails are actually very good at peeling stuff neatly - Won't ask, just feeds you the slices himself - And from that day on, you will never open something by yourself ever again#

Offering - Let's say this is before the asking version, because otherwise he will not let you - (Back to it) Puffs up like a furball. His mate is asking do to something! Ahhh! They love him so much!! - Nods and hands over the tangerines. Eagerly waiting for you to finish and feed him - Gets very confused if you don't feed him. Handing it back just in case you forgot to feed it to him - Pouts if you hand it back to him, but still eats it - But if you get what he means, then chirps and cooes at you for being such a good mate!

[koroart]

On the topic of Lambert and Matthias' relationship, do you think it ever deteriorated even slightly due to Miklan and Slyvian? Well, Matthias' attitude towards the 2. Cause it is a bit of a repeat of Rufus and Lambert himself. If a few caveats, of course. Rufus was never disowned, but still, like Miklan was passed over for the younger crest bearing sibling. Probably why Dimitri was an only child

Oh aaaaaaabsolutely!

Lambert would definitely have confronted Matthias about his treatment of his sons -- because while yes, he does understand Matthias' grief of his first wife and unborn child dying ( seeing how Lambert would lose his first wife too eventually), what Lambert couldn't understand was why Matthias retreated so far into himself?

His children need him! And Sylvain wasn't even around when it had occurred! Why does he have to suffer such neglect? Why? Especially when he needs his father there to support him! To protect him! The argument that ends up happening definitely was a game changer in their relationship ( someone probably got punched in the face, hint: It wasn't Lambert ). They aren't as close anymore but that doesn't mean they can't be civil with one another. after all, Lambert is still Matthias' king and Matthias isn't that petty to disregard his king and their roles in each other's lives, he can keep things professional. The civility of course, is mostly for Rodrigue's sake, he was the one who probably broke up their argument, pleading for both of them to stop and talk things out. That probably hasn't happened yet though, much to Rodrigue's disappointment. His friends are stubborn fools.

Despite the rift between them, they don't let it get in the way of their children becoming friends -- after all, their feud is not their burden. Though Dimitri and Sylvain hope that eventually, their fathers could be friends again.

I definitely feel Lambert would have a soft spot for Sylvain because, in many ways, he sees himself in him. A younger brother, born with a crest they never asked for, expected to carry on the family legacies and shoulder great responsibility, growing up with distant and cold fathers and have older brothers who resent them just for being born. Acting out in school, whether it was for attention or deep personal reasons. But Lambert treats Sylvain with kindness and warmth, like he would his own child and looks out for him! I'm sure Sylvain would feel a sort of kindred spirit in Lambert too -- and I think a very small part of him is a little jealous that Dimitri gets to grow up with a father like Lambert...Just a little.

And speaking of Dimitri growing up an only child -- that's definitely another reason why Lambert wound up not having more children. Despite it being expected of the royal family to have more than one, in a historical context anyways. He wouldn't want any relationship Dimitri would have with any sibling to be strained and end up like him and Rufus, or like Miklan and Sylvain. So in a way, it was a stroke of luck that Dimitri was born crested and even then, his first wife ended up passing not even two years after and with Patricia/Anselma; I feel Lambert just couldn't find it in him in wanting to have a family with her and even if he did, Cornelia put a stop to any of that.

Though deep down, Lambert probably would have wanted more children, were it not for this accursed system they had in place.

[yourmom2505]

Pairings: f!mc x m!mc (fake dating trope)

Gwyn belongs to my pookie @pierrot-dokki 🥰

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It was often into the late hours of the night that the head prefects of the Slytherin house found themselves revising and poring over mounds of paperwork. Prefect duties.

However, Gwyn was finding it rather hard to focus, as there were more pressing matters on her mind.

“Dimitri…?” Her soft voice disturbed the silence.

“Mhm?” He mumbled, mildly distracted as he fiddled with the corner of a page in between his fingers.

“Have you…” she trailed off, hesitant to ask what was occupying her thoughts.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before..?” She finally inquired, slightly embarrassed in her question.

He peeked at her from the corner of his eye, intrigued on the sudden topic of conversation.

“Why?” He almost caught himself smirking, finding this situation slightly amusing. He had never had so much as the desire, nor had he ever loved anyone enough to even want to kiss somebody.

In fact, he had always been quite convinced he could never find the capability to love someone romantically at all. Nothing would persuade him otherwise - he was known for his stubborn nature, after all.

“Well it’s just… I haven’t before. I’m nervous I might do it wrong if Garreth ever tries something with me…” she trailed off, a radiant shade of scarlet blooming onto her cheeks at her confession. Her fingers shook as she awaited his reaction.

A spark of curiosity arose in Dimitri’s chest. He realized that this might be the perfect opportunity to give it a go…to see what all of the fuss was about.

“Let’s try it then.” A smirk pulled at his lips.

Gwyn was completely taken aback, not expecting Dimitri to be so enthusiastic.

His proposition hung in the air.

“Oh- really? You don’t have to! I wouldn’t want to-“

“Gwyn. Really. It’s fine.”

He placed the books in his lap off to the side, and slid closer to her, closing the gap between them completely. Gwyn shivered at the first line of contact between them, both of their legs now touching.

He couldn’t quite understand why, but he wanted to make this experience as special for her as possible - It was her first kiss after all.

His hands gently caressed her face, pulling her close to him.

“Are you okay?” He murmured, his breath tickling her lips. Her racing pulse buzzed against his fingertips, her face flushed.

“Mhm” she hummed in her throat, unable to form proper words with him so close.

“Good…” he then leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The contact sent a shock through her, causing her breath to catch in her throat.

It was hard for the both of them to notice how clumsy the kiss was, the shock of their lips touching being far more overwhelming….distracting, even. Completely and absolutely distracting them from their perfect lack of experience. Perhaps that was a good thing, for both of their sakes.

When he finally pulled away, she hesitantly peeked up through her eyelashes at him. He remained close, their breaths exchanging between their parted lips.

“Dimitri…?” She daren’t speak above a whisper.

“Hmm?” A husk sound reverberated from his throat. Gwyn seemed hesitant… perhaps one kiss was not enough to make her an expert, and this was something she knew - but was afraid to voice.

Instead, she settled on a soft “thank you.”

But he caught the disappointment in her tone, and something rose in his chest. Perhaps it was, for the first time, a compelling sense of daring.

He had something to prove.

His voice became low, possessing a slight audacious tone.

“I think we can do a little better than that.”

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(To be continued….?)

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[welldonekhushi]

Vasili in Black Ops 6 (PRE-LORE)

EDITED: 27/10/2024, As per Black Ops 6 release, with updated lore as per context!

For Black Ops 6, Bell's allegiance to the campaign might hold much significance in framing Adler as the traitor. Under a heavy price.. and here's the story.

After the events of Cold War, Vasili who was said to be "dead" had actually survived the bullet, that almost reached his heart but through successful surgery, he had recovered. As we're talking about a clandestine force which framed Russell Adler as a traitor, Vasili might take that very opportunity to enact revenge on the man who ruined his very life.

On the other hand, Vasili didn't have his hands clean either. While Adler was targeted by the CIA, Vasili was targeted by the KGB — the very organisation he used to work with, turned against him. Because following the events of the previous game, General Anton Charkov was murdered and all of the blame shifted to Vasili, whose claims suggested that he did this because Charkov kicked him out of the KGB. When the truth was.. Dimitri Belikov was the culprit.

Vasili would be spending days inside of his new safehouse, with Dimitri by his side. Dimitri Belikov was actually Vasili's old friend, who worked with him along in the KGB, as well. Little to Vasya's knowledge, Dimitri sure kept him safe from the CIA, but he was also keeping him safe for the KGB, who gave him an order to keep an eye on Vasili Sokolov. Dimitri was on a tight rope, either to stay truthful and loyal to his best friend, or do whatever the KGB says.

Vasili only had one goal. To see Adler fall. To pay for what he's done. But, it's a disappointment that Vasili never got to realise that someone else was also waiting behind to backstab him. And let out a painful truth, that always reminded Vasili that he was never supposed to achieve justice in the first place.

But, when the truth came out, that Dimitri was working as a mole for the CIA, and he pushed the blame to Vasili in the fear that he would be called a traitor too, shattered Vasili to the core. Dima was ashamed. He felt guilty that he could do such a thing, much to the ex-KGB agent's dismay and anger of betraying him, as well.

No one was good at this point. Everyone did worse things behind each other's backs, but it seems like Vasili had his breaking point — that very moment which made him feel completely alone.

Surrounded by the KGB agents, who had an order to capture "Crow" or kill him off if he escapes. But, Dimitri couldn't hold onto it anymore, and also turned his back against the KGB, getting into a fight. Vasili defended himself and was also fending off with the rest, but he saw Dimitri getting shot on every part of his body, and passed out. Vasili got out of his hiding spot to hold onto Dimitri's body, as the wounded man asks for forgiveness.. for what he did to his beloved friend.

Dimitri wanted to pay for his actions too, for being a traitor, and with that, he deserved all of this. Vasili broke down, seeing his friend die but Dima couldn't hold it any longer, and died in his arms.

Vasili stared at his friend's dead body, and saw the agents had surrounded him. A burning rage grew inside Vasili, as if he had enough. At this point, he'd burn the whole world. And with that.. he'll get to Adler. No matter what.

And a few days after Belikov's death, Vasili got an unknown phone call from some unknown organisation, who knew who he was, and wanted to recruit him so he can pursue his revenge further. They too were behind framing someone as a traitor to their country, something which he made him want to align with them, not because of their ideologies.. but for that one similar interest. Russell Adler.

Leading you all, to have Vasili be a part of the Black Ops 6 campaign.

[gascon-en-exil]

Dimitri 3houses: 16, 11, 17 and 19 :)

11. Would you date this character?

There would be a lot of competition, even if he is poly-friendly, but post-AM/AG he's rich and powerful and likely easy to wrangle money out of, so sure. Might be some complications with the whole superpowered Blaiddyd dick issue, but I am nothing if not creative in bed.

16. What’s your least favorite ship for this character?

Hmm, probably Dimileth, and not just because I dislike Avatars and Avatar ships in general. M/F Dimileth is the most popular pairing in the fandom although its fans have generally been removed from the discourse...but people who hate Dimitri still assume that everyone they're attacking ships and self-inserts onto M/F Dimileth anyway.

M/M Dimileth meanwhile mostly just confuses me. What's even the point when the games are filled with other men to ship Dimitri with who can, among other things, actually carry on two-way conversations with him? Yes, self-insert fantasies and all that...but that's such a shallow angle when held up against the meatiness of Dimidue, Dimilix, Dimiyuri, Dimivain, Dimiashe, etc.

17. What’s a ship for this character you don’t hate but it’s not your favorite that you’re fine with?

Dimilix, which I've talked up in a few videos and posts although I don't read fic or look for art of them. Angsty swordsmen have never done much for me.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don’t like?

I wish there were more to like about Dimitri and Claude, but it never feels quite there. Claude's just a dead fish when it comes to gay subtext, and the two interact so infrequently across both games that I just can't see it. Remember back in 2018-19 when we all thought this would be the second coming of Eliwood/Hector? Yeah, that didn't happen...but I'm not disappointed when Dimitri came away with boatloads of homoromantic content anyway.

[earlgreyandanime]

Romitri Age Gap

Ok, I can clearly see that Rose Hathaway and Dimitri Belikov are soulmates, and I know they're endgame, but I can not get over the age gap. It feels very unnecessary to have her be 17 and him 24.

I know that the age gap is one of the reasons Dimitri gives for them not being together and therefore giving them a "forbidden romance" but considering the other big reason is, "us being together could get both of us and the last Dragomir killed" is a pretty solid foundation for that on it's own.

So, some ways I think Mead could have given us a much more appropriate, "forbidden romance/age gap" thing are:

1. Lower Dimitri's age to 20-22 (like Adrian) this would make his reputation as a god even more impressive.

2. Reordered the timeline of events. Maybe the accident happens later, so Rose and Lissa run away from the academy when their 17 and are brought back when they are 19.

Rose would argue that the academy has no authority over them now that they're adults, and the academy could answer back with the fact that Rose never graduated, and can therefore never be Lissa's sanctioned guardian. As the last Dragomir, Lissa needs to finish her education. So, Rose and Lissa go back to officially finish school as super seniors, a year or two older than the rest of their classmates, when Dimitri begins the extra training.

You could also mess with the timeline and ages of other characters to make them fit, too. Mason could be a Guardian who graduated the year before, when Rose should have, but stayed on campus to help patrol/wait for Rose to come back. Maybe Mason even helps track them down, and it makes Rose frosty towards him because, "Traitor!".

When the Spokane stuff comes up, Mason could argue that he can handle it because he's a Guardian, and Rose could argue that she actually has experience outside of the academy, whereas he never even left.

Eddie could be there, too, just make him younger, so he's 17/18 and in senior classes with Rose and Lissa. He and Mason were friends before Mason graduated, and now Eddie struts around campus bragging that his best friend is a Guardian and he hangs out with the Rose Hathaway and the Dragomir Princess.

Mia would still be there since she was already the youngest of the group, and she could still start drama. Rose tries really hard to act like she's above it all, "I'm 19 for heaven's sake. I am way too old for petty high school drama!" but it still bothers her, and she hates when Dimitri points out that Mia isn't that much younger than Rose, and if she plans to follow Lissa to court one day, she'll be surrounded by people constantly talking about them both behind their backs to gain favor in the game of politics.

Christian could be there. Maybe his parents didn't turn strigoi when he was a child. Maybe they waited until he was older so they could awaken him right away, too. Maybe his parents were just murdered a year or so ago, right when Rose and Lissa left, and he too got held back after he and his aunt disappeared for a while.

Lissa, entering the Church attic: Christian Ozera? You can't be here.

Christian: Oh, I'm sorry, Your Highness. Is there a law I don't know about that says I'm not allowed up here?

Lissa: No, of course not! I just mean, shouldn't you have graduated already?

Christian: Sorry to disappoint you, Princess, but you and Hathaway weren't the only ones to miss a few years of education.

[journalsouppe]

UNWOUND FUTURE RAAHHHHHHHH!!! What an AMAZING trilogy conclusion with such a perfect setup for future sequels. I cannot recommend playing Professor Layton enough.

All of the Professor Layton stickers are from @jordydrawsmerch which can be found here and here. Every other sticker is from Daiso!

All the writing is typed below!

Rating: 9.3 Played: Fa 2023 Port: HD mobile (iPad) Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments:

the way the PM walked T^T

LMFAO STACHENSCARFEN

Layton’s about to be beat up bc of his top hat (skull emoji)

Getting major DGS 2-3 vibes

FAMILY GOON

An arc arcade? You’re speaking my language

I LOVE THE BLOCK HAT PUZZLE PIECES SPELLING LAYTON IN JAPANESE!!!

FLORA STICKER

BABY LAYTON BLUSHING IM SCREAMING

I really love the picture book and its music

THE DEVIL IN THE TOP HAT NOO

Luke always takes the opportunity to roast the Laytonmobile (skull emoji)

THEYRE JUST SHOOTING AT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING

THE ORIGINS OF LAYTONS HAT IM GONNA CRY T^T

I love that bi Luke has his own puzzle solving sequence

Where the fuck did you take us future Luke

The battle of wits was so fun omg

I cant get over evil Layton

BIG LUKE AND LITTLE LUKE

Omg Hershel in the background

Based p. Layton newspaper conversation

LMFAO Hershel trespassing and Luke stressed

The bee???? T^T

FLORA PUZZLE SOLVED SEQUENCE T^T!!!!

GO OFF FLORA!!!!

Ooo pretty Chinese arc

Hershel i swear

Hmmm young sir… who is big Luke?

NOT AVOGADRO

Did all the scientists piss their pants?

I have a lot of questions

Love the design and music of the pagoda

Where tf did Hershel go (skull emoji)

Omg Luke’s a Sherlock fan

I feel like Layton was replaced with evil Layton

I swear Dimitri had a mustache??

THE BARS

WHERE IS FLORA

DON PAOLO LMAO

THE LUKE MOBING SCENE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY

How many secret hideouts are there T_T

NOOO FLORA

The barkeep is v sketch

Chad laytonmobile

I can see how this game inspired dgs

THE KAZUMA AND CLIVE PARALLELS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY

BEASLY AND PUZZLETTE HOLY SHIT

“That’s funny” :[

Ive been side eyeing some of these designs the past 2 games but yeah bostro’s design is def racist

DON PAOLO TURNIGN EVIL BC OF CLAIRE LOVING HERSHEL LMAO T-T and the running into the river omfg

Working with don paolo has been fun

I DIDNT THINK LAYTON WOULD ACTUALLY CUT THE ROPE

Where did Layton learn all this about Clive??

Summary:

WHAT A PHENOMENAL GAME!!! Truly what a great “conclusion” to the main trilogy. You learn so much about Layton, Luke, flora, and many other characters like don paolo. The ending reveal of Clive was CRAZY. It really reminded me of movies like howls moving castle/the iron giant. I also just love how complex Clive is. He was driven to violence because of how the government treated him and his family, but he never truly wanted to hurt people. He was without any hope and thought mass destruction would finally bring some change to the government, but he also made sure to include Layton in his plans because he so desperately wanted someone to stop him. It’s tragic and terrorism definitely wasn’t the way to go but at least this is a fictional story and that death machine looked kinda sick Ngl. The story of Layton and Claire was also so tragic yet so healing. Layton could finally take off his hat without feeling grief, you never would’ve known he was hurting that much. I loved Claire, she seemed like such an amazing person and I’m glad Layton wasn’t swayed to try to bring her back, although he did falter when he had to say goodbye again. Although I highly enjoyed the game, I am slightly disappointed there was no actual evil Layton. How fun would a game with evil Layton be omg. The whole game constantly caught me by surprise, even by small scenes like Beasly and PUZZLETTE. I’m still a littel confused about the lab experiments with Gumbo and subject 3, I’m not quire sure why they added that plot (and have no resolution) but I liked Gumbo fine. My favorite coin animal will always be hot dog though. I cannot recommend this series enough, I am having the time of my life. I can also see how DGS was heavily inspired by these games and im so glad about it bc dgs was game changing. I can’t believe there was a 26 year wait in between UF and NWOS but im glad to be a Layton fan :’) so fucking glad!!!!

[lapinbunwrites]

Artwork by Kore! And Kore's IG!

Title: The Dish That Went Wrong

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationships: Annette Fantine Dominic & Mercedes von Martritz, Mercedes von Martritz & Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Annette Fantine Dominic & Ingrid Brandl Galatea

Characters: Annette Fantine Dominic, Mercedes von Martritz, Ingrid Brandl Galatea

Additional Tags: During Canon, Fluff

Words: 2,665

Ao3 Link

For as long as Mercedes could remember, she was in the kitchen baking. Every time she made something, it always brought back fond memories of when she was a child—baking with her mother and brother always gave her a nice warm feeling in her chest. She wished she could go back to those times, but she knew that it was never going to happen. Mercedes learned to live with that fact and moved on—but, she was able to make new friends and meet new baking partners.

Baking with Ingrid and Annette was a trial and a half. Annette, in her own sweet but scatterbrained way, set multiple fires and destroyed many cookware supplies. Ingrid on the other hand, tended to get too excited for food and miss her steps, often combining multiple steps at once, or would stop to eat in the middle of the baking session. Needless to say, they ruined many dishes they intended to make, but Mercedes was still happy that they were spending time with her baking sweets together. If there was one trait that Mercedes inherited from her mother, it was patience. She needed a lot of it when she baked with those two.

“Let’s see,” Mercedes whispered to herself. She checked over the list of ingredients that she needed. “I have flour, two different sugars, butter, and—”

“There you are Mercie!” Annette chirped, walking over to her.

Mercedes was distracted as her friend talked when she looked over her list, concentrating on it to confirm that she had everything to make a cheesecake.

“Mercie,” Annette asked, shaking Mercedes.

“Oh!” Mercedes yelped, turning to her friend. “Sorry, Annie. I was lost in thought.”

“You seemed really entranced,” Annette noted, letting go of her.

“I was so focused on counting I didn’t even hear you.” Mercedes gave her a soft smile. “Was there something that you needed?”

“Ingrid and I were planning on going shopping,” Annette smiled. “We were wondering if you wanted to come along.”

“Oh, I wish I could,” Mercedes frowned.

“Why is that?” Annette asked. “Something going on?”

“I promised Dimitri that I would bake a treat for everyone,” Mercedes replied, putting her basket of ingredients on the counter.

“Oh!” Annette said, excitedly. “Let me go get Ingrid and we both can help!”

“It’s alright,” Mercedes started as she watched Annette rushing off.

Mercedes shook her head and smiled to herself. As she waited for Annette to get Ingrid, she took the ingredients out of her basket and placed them all on the counter. She began to think of all of the steps, or everything her mother did, to make the cheesecake. Without realizing it, she began to crush down the graham crackers to start the crust. With all the stress she had recently, dealing with the war, training, and checking up on everyone, it was very therapeutic. The recipe and steps instantly began to come back to her.

“Mm,” Ingrid said, walking into the kitchen with Annette, interrupting Mercedes’ silent baking. “It smells so good.”

“Heh I just melted down some butter and combined it with the graham crackers,” Mercedes chuckled.

“It looks very tasty,” Ingrid said, salivating.

“Really?” Mercedes teased, grabbing a pan. “It’s just a bowl of crackers and butter.”

“Yes,” Ingrid reassured her. “I would still eat that by itself.”

“You really shouldn’t,” Mercedes reminded her, dumping the concoction into a round pan.

“I am more than happy to help to get it done!” Ingrid insisted, joyfully tapping the counter.

“Very well, but you must go step by step,” Mercedes said, hesitating for a few seconds.

“Of course! I will not disappoint!” Ingrid smiled.

“You can start by flattening out the crust on the bottom and pushing it up the sides just a little,” Mercedes instructed as she watched her friend carefully.

“Oh!” What can I do Mercie?” Annette chimed in with sparkles in her eyes.

“Hm,” Mercedes murmured, placing her finger on her chin. “Let’s start putting the dry ingredients in a bowl.”

“That sounds way too simple and boring,” Annette pouted.

“Annette’s right,” Ingrid agreed, wiping her hands clean of the crumbs. “We should be able to combine some of these steps.”

“If we do that, we risk messing with the taste of the cheesecake and how it bakes,” Mercedes reminded them. “We need to do the simple things first, as they are still very important.”

“Fiiine,” Annette sighed, slumping. “So what do I combine?”

Mercedes placed all of the dry ingredients in front of Annette. “These all go into a bowl and need to be whisked together.”

“Why are you making cheesecake?” Ingrid asked, distracting Mercedes from Annette.

“Dimitri asked me to make something for everyone to help lift up spirits during the war,” Mercedes explained, looking back over to Annette. She giggled as she stared at her friend who was covered in flour and sugar. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Annette coughed. “I was mixing one second, and the next I got it all over me.”

Mercedes chuckled as she handed Annette a towel. While Annette was cleaning herself off, Mercedes put the cracker crust into the oven.

“Ingrid, do you mind watching the crust?” Mercedes asked. “It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

“Of course,” Ingrid agreed, looking attentively at the oven.

Mercedes looked over the ingredients and she realized that she was missing one item.

“Is everything alright, Mercie?” Annette asked.

“Oh, yes,” Mercedes reassured her. “I’m just trying to remember the recipe correctly.”

“You don’t have this written down anywhere?”Annette asked, tapping the counter and humming.

“No,” Mercedes sighed. “When my mother and I were living in House Bartels, my stepfather didn’t give us much peace.”

“Mercie,” Ingrid said, taking her eyes off the oven. She walked over to Mercedes, placing her hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“When my stepfather left us alone, my mother would make me happy by taking me into the kitchen,” Mercedes said, faintly smiling. “She would teach me how to bake and tell me how to make the treats. She has an amazing memory, she remembers every recipe she ever learned. She could remember anything really.”

“Heh, only if you had that kind of memory outside of baking,” Ingrid teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Mercedes somberly laughed at her friend’s statement.

“Oh, Mercie,” Ingrid paused. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Mercedes reassured Ingrid, walking over to the oven. “I know I can’t go back to those days standing in the kitchen with my mother and brother, but I have you two now—and we can bake whenever we get the chance.”

“Yes!” Annette agreed. “We can even make new and happy memories.”

“That’s right!” Ingrid nodded.

“Anyways, what should we do next since the crust is out of the oven?” Annette took a whiff of it.

“Mmm! This smells good,” Ingrid agreed.

“We make the filling,” Mercedes faintly smiled as the conversation turned.

“So what do we do first?” Annette chirped.

“We take a bowl,” Mercedes replied, taking out a large bowl. “Mix in cream cheese and granulated sugar.”

“Awesome!” Annette said as she unpackaged the cream cheese with Ingrid.

Mercedes quietly watched the two putting the ingredients together. Mercedes quietly watched the two putting the ingredients together. It was hard for her to focus on the other two when all of her thoughts were stuck on her family. She wanted to be with them again, but at least she had Ingrid and Annette. She took one deep sigh, trying her best not to show her shaking hand, as she stopped Ingrid from dumping too much sugar into the bowl. She watched intently as Annette put all her strength into creaming the ingredients together.

“Is everything okay?” Ingrid asked, watching Mercedes walk off.

“Oh, yes,” Mercedes reassured her. “I just need to get some fresh air.”

“Oh, okay.” Ingrid nodded. “Is there anything specific you want us to do?”

“You just need to beat in the eggs, vanilla, and cornstarch until it’s combined,” Mercedes instructed. “Once that’s done, mix in sour cream.”

Ingrid and Annette looked at each other, making sure that they didn’t hear her wrong. By the time they looked back to Mercedes, she was already walking out the door.

Mercedes took one deep breath and exhaled. The stress of this war was starting to get to her; even her friend’s well-intentioned help was getting to her. She had to tell herself not to complain about it, she was still lucky to be alive and able to have the peace and down time that she currently had. Not everyone was lucky enough to have it. She had seen many soldiers lose their lives, she had seen Dimitri and Byleth run around their camp sites in a frenzy to make everything perfect, she had seen the amount of training Felix, Dedue, Ashe, and Sylvain put in. All of it was so stressful, even for her to watch.

It was hard for her to take her mind off of it. Even the cheesecake that she was trying to make was to help those who needed a morale boost. Mercedes took one long sigh as she heard a crash in the kitchen.

“Are you alright, Annie?” Mercedes asked, rushing over to her.

“Yes, I’m fine!” Annette reassured her, getting up from the floor.

Seeing all the ingredients all over the floor and all over Annette, Mercedes laughed from deep in her stomach.

“Mercie?” Annette asked, wiping herself clean with the help of Ingrid.

“Hahaha,” Mercedes laughed as she helped out. “I’m sorry, Annie! It’s a little funny that you were able to get the mixture all over yourself.”

“Mercie!” Annette pouted. “It’s not funny.”

“I know, I know,” Mercedes said, her laugh dying down. She took a little lick of the mixture off of her finger. “Hmm, this is a bit off.”

“Mercedes?” Ingrid asked, trying to get her friend’s attention.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mercedes said, heading back over to the counter. She looked into the bowl and breathed a sigh of relief. “Luckily, we still have enough to make.”

Mercedes smiled as the other two excitedly watched her pour the batter into the pan as if she was a professional chocolatier. She made sure to even out the pan before chucking it into the hot oven.

“What do we do now?” Ingrid asked, looking over to Mercedes.

“We wait,” Mercedes replied.

“How long do we wait?” Annette asked.

“Hm,” Mercedes hummed out, looking at her fingers to count how long. “About two hours.”

“That is so long,” Annette complained.

“It’s alright,” Mercedes smiled. “We can always do something while we wait.”

“Yes,” Ingrid nodded. “We can always train. The stronger we get, the faster we can end this war.”

“We can do something more fun than that,” Annette suggested. “We can go shopping like we originally planned.”

“That sounds lovely,” Mercedes agreed, clapping her hands together. “We still do deserve time to relax.”

“Fine, but not for long,” Ingrid pressured. “We still need to get this out of the oven.”

“Of course!” Mercedes and Annette said in unison.

The three of them gathered a few of their things before walking into town. They stopped into the various shops, grabbing a few things that they wanted. They teased each other on the spoils that they got. Mercedes with her fabrics and sewing needles she was going to use to mend clothes for everyone. Annette with the many plushies she bought for her closest friends. And Ingrid with her new weapons.

“Here,” Ingrid said, handing both of them a knife.

“Ingrid?” Annette asked, biting her lip.

“Ingrid!” Mercedes gasped.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Ingrid reassured them. “An old friend of mine told me about knives and their meanings. He told me about the meaning of knives in the Alliance and how they are a symbol of friendship. So I’m giving you each one.”

“Hehe,” Mercedes laughed, clutching it tightly. “Wouldn’t it be better to give each other white roses instead? They are a sign of friendship.”

“I, uh,” Ingrid mumbled. “Did not think about that.”

“It’s alright. There is a flower shop right over there,” Annette laughed.

Mercedes nodded as Annette dragged them over to the shop. She bought a small bouquet of white roses, giving a few to the other two before leaving.

“Whaaa!” Annette screamed.

“Is everything alright?” Ingrid asked, very concerned.

“It’s been over two hours and we forgot about the cheesecake!” Annette said, rushing towards Garreg Mach.

“Oh!” Ingrid said as she rushed right behind her.

Mercedes chuckled, knowing full well she was not going to run. That was too much work for her to do and she knew that the two of them could handle a fire. Better yet, she knew Ingrid knew how to deal with a fire.

“I’m so sorry Mercie,” Annette apologized profusely, holding up the very burnt cream cheesecake. “I don’t know how this happened!”

“It’s alright,” Mercedes reassured her, walking into the kitchen, smelling the burnt air.

“I’m still willing to eat that,” Ingrid said, taking the pan from Annette. She stabbed a fork into the confection. “Mm, not bad. I can still taste the bitterness of it, but it’s still sweet enough to eat.”

“This reminds me of a basque cheesecake my mother would treat me and my brother,” Mercedes laughed.

“Ah, so it’s still good!” Annette cheered.

“Yes, but I still wouldn’t take Ingrid’s words for it. Her taste buds are still very much different than ours,” Mercedes teased.

“Heh. That’s true,” Annette laughed, taking a fork herself. “Hm, it still does taste good!”

“Right?” Ingrid agreed. “Though we shouldn’t serve this. I don’t think anybody would be too happy.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Mercedes said, looking through the cabinets to see what they had.

“I have picked up a few things, Mercedes,” Ingrid said, handing a baked good to Annette.

“Really?” Mercedes said, looking over to Ingrid.

“Yes,” Ingrid said, holding her basket full of a few goodies. “I got them just in case.”

“How did I not notice that,” Mercedes said, walking over to her friend.

“You are a bit ditzy, so I didn’t expect you to,” Ingrid teased.

Mercedes chuckled as she shuffled through her basket full of ingredients. She smiled as she realized the confection she could do, chocolate chip cookies. While Annette and Ingrid devoured the cheesecake, she quickly made the batter for the cookies. Mercedes was able to make many batches of the cookies before they were able to finish the cheesecake.

“Mm, that smells so good!” Annette chirped, reaching over for a cookie.

“It does!” Ingrid agreed, following suit.

“Thank you!” Mercedes said, taking the last of the cookies out of the oven. “That is the last of them.”

“Hooray!” Ingrid and Annette cheered.

“Well, I better get these wrapped and handed out,” Mercedes said, wrapping the cool cookies up.

“Oh right, I forgot about that,” Annette said.

“Would you like any help handing them out?” Ingrid asked.

“Oh, that’s alright,” Mercedes replied. “I like the long walks around the monastery. It’s very soothing.”

“If you wish,” Ingrid nodded.

Mercedes smiled at them both, waving them goodbye before leaving. She walked around the monastery, handing out the cookies to everyone. Seeing their enlightened faces, was easing the stress off of her shoulders. It was nice to see everyone in good spirits again during this trying time. Just seeing their smiles gave her warmth in her heart.

When she got back to her room, she felt the warmth becoming warmer when she saw her things safe and sound. Her smile grew bigger when she saw that Annette and Ingrid put the white roses she had into a vase on her windowsill with the knife and lion plush toy next to it. Thinking about it, Mercedes was grateful that Annette and Ingrid were in her life and that they still helped her with making the confections with her.

It was a great sense of relief having them both with her during this war.

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I got to be apart of a lovely Blue Lion's Ladies centric project that was so much fun! This is the piece I made for it! Just little shenanigans with each other. Hope you enjoy!

Also leftovers are currently open! You can your copy here!

[ronsenburg]

well now i'm curious! 15 for sylvain...?

To be totally transparent, here, I’m willing to at least consider shipping Sylvain with anyone. Pass that man around, I’m on board with it. But, like I said in that other post, my favorite ship for Sylvain comes down to what I want for him, in the end…

If I Want Sylvain to Be Happy, I Pair Him With… Mercedes.

I need everyone to understand that (to me) Mercedes is hands down, far and away, the best thing that Sylvain could ever have happen to him. She’s everything that he needs in a partner: supportive, understanding, empathetic, loyal, and kind. But she doesn’t let him get away with his bullshit, either. She calls out his flippant compliments without being cruel. She challenges his world view and asks him to consider things from other perspectives. But, unlike some of Sylvain’s other supports, she still validates the very real feelings that are driving all his negative behaviors. She understands his resentment because she has similar issues with the crest system, but the fact that she remains kind throughout her troubles is a positive example for Sylvain. He’s more initially forthcoming with her than most of his other supports and he never lies to her, which I think is telling.

Beyond that, I think they have such complimentary personalities. I love that their conversations can be downright silly at times, and I think they’d be very happy together in the long term. Sylvain could have such big wife-guy energy for Mercedes. He would be so supportive of her and her choices in life and I think that she would make an excellent source of unwavering encouragement as Sylvain attempts to figure out a way to live the life he’s been given in his own way.

Even if I’m not writing them as the pairing in a fic, everyone should assume that they’re close enough that people have assumed they’re together. Their souls are entwined for me, or something. I don’t know.

If I Want Sylvain Stuck in a Doomed Situationship, I Pair Him With… Felix

Okay, hear me out. I know that there’s a million and a half really cute, happy ever after fics for the two of them out there. I respect those fics and the people who enjoy them. I enjoy them. But I have to tell my truth here and say that I don’t think there’s any way in hell that their relationship would last for the long run (in canon—AUs are debatable depending on what the situation is.)

First and foremost, I’m never a huge fan of the “childhood friends to lovers” trope, and I do think that the F4 are the literal embodiment of why. It is so hard to learn and grow as a human being when the people you love are seemingly unable to view you as anyone other than the person you used to be. It’s so easy to continuously fall back into old, predictable patterns of behavior because that’s what’s comfortable—it’s what everyone expects. There’s just too much shared history and grief between all four of them. I think, in a lot of ways, any ship combination would be more of a barricade to growth than anything else.

More explicitly for Sylvain and Felix: it’s undeniable that the two of them are as different as two people can possibly be. Despite their shared childhood, they were raised in very different manners and, therefore, see the world in very different ways. I’m not sure that Felix could truly understand the kind of resentment Sylvain feels towards his birthright or the reasons behind his constant self-sabotaging, just like I don’t feel like Sylvain can really understand the complicated feelings Felix has surrounding Glenn and Rodrigue or the depth of his disappointment in Dimitri.

In the end, I don’t think that Felix is capable of being the kind of person that Sylvain needs to be happy. He’s impatient, tactless, and inflexible. He hates backing down from a challenge and is very set in his views. I concede that Sylvain benefits from being called out on his bullshit, but I think that Felix’s overtly aggressive approach can’t work in the long run. I don’t think Sylvain can just realize the error of his ways and “snap out of it” like Felix expects. Rather, I think he’s very aware of his faults and the way he acts and needs someone willing to help break the spiral of shame, and to show him he has value. And this is something that requires a lot of patience and, you know, gentleness that Felix fundamentally lacks.

Similarly, I think Sylvain enables a lot of Felix’s more boorish behaviors. Felix says some pretty terrible things to Sylvain in their supports (with the implication that he’s said far worse in the past) and Sylvain just… takes it. Apologizes, even, or hand waves it away. There’s some evidence in Hopes that he’s willing to actually call Felix out when Felix’s safety is threatened by his actions, but in general, he allows Felix’s behavior to go unchallenged. Obviously, Felix’s abrasive personality is a detriment in the long term to both his personal life and his diplomatic relationships. He would sincerely benefit from someone who is capable of either, a, providing tangible arguments to challenge the definitive nature of his beliefs, or b, showing him the merits of displaying just the tiniest amounts of empathy. But Sylvain is just so relieved to have Felix stick around that he… can’t.

HAVING SAID ALL THAT!!!!! God, they are so weirdly intense about each other, aren’t they? Sure, it’s understandable that a culture obsessed with honor might give rise to a childhood death pact, but you don’t see any of the other BLions promising to die together, do you? Whether you view their relationship as platonic or romantic, they obviously feel very deeply for one another. I spent a lot of time talking about how different they are, but in a lot of ways that allows them to balance each other out: when they’re together, Sylvain smooths away some of Felix’s sharper edges, and Felix keeps Sylvain (somewhat) in line. And honestly? The ways they aren’t perfectly right for each other make them more dynamic and interesting to read and write. The chemistry, the tension, the sex. Undeniably intriguing.

So anyway, let’s set aside how enormous of a decision it would be to allow two ancient bloodlines to come to an end in order to be together openly. If you’re not playing AM, it doesn’t matter since the church is dismantled. If you are, it’s a pretty drastic step, but it’s in line with what Dimitri hopes to accomplish in the long run, I guess. I’m personally not sure that it’s something Dimitri would publicly support, but that’s a discussion for another day. If they DID try, I think that when things are good between them, they’re probably very good. But I think when things go bad, they’re catastrophic. I think Sylvain can get under Felix’s skin in a way that literally no one else can. I think he would struggle tremendously with not tearing the relationship apart just to “prove” to himself that it would fail anyway. And they seem like the kind of people who, when they really fight instead of bickering, fight dirty. They’ll be throwing shit in each other's faces from when they were pre-pubescent, dredging up the most hurtful things they can think of just to draw blood. They’re not pulling punches.

So I think it’s cyclical, in the end. They need/love/want each other too strongly to actually completely walk away, but the good times have an expiration date. They both need to grow tremendously as people, they need to learn to compromise and communicate, and then maybe they could make a long term relationship work. But a publicly scrutinized courtship would put far too much pressure on something like that. So I think their end card makes so much sense. Like, they love each other enough to die on the same day, but they can only be together in short bursts.

I don’t know, man. That’s my truth 🤷‍♀️

[artist-issues]

Hello! What is your opinion and analysis of the animated film Anastasia (1997)?

Hello! I hate to disappoint you: I never liked Anastasia. But! To be intensely fair, the last time I watched it was before the Lord got my wheels turning on “critical analysis,” and before my Formal Education.

I remember that the music was enchanting, but the animation left something to be desired. I don’t mean technically—technically the animation is flawless, because it’s Don Bluth. I mean, it was missing a good deal of appeal.

I never feel like Anastasia is actually looking at me. That’s the most visceral way I can put it. I think what I mean is, she’s so technically well animated (and so is her grandmother, and Dimitri) that moments where her facial expression could benefit from extremes or exaggeration to make me connect with her get completely lost. There’s moments like THIS:

Where I should feel the emotion coming through, she’s doing something so girlish and fun and wondrous…I should like her, and feel like I could be standing in her shoes, feeling the same emotion of looking for the magic in her surroundings because it echoes in her memories, etc…. But I don’t feel that way. I know logically that that’s what the filmmakers want me to feel—partly because the music is so good, and partly because of the context—but I don’t feel it.

And I think it’s because Anastasia is standing there with her head tilted back, her chin dawn in perfect perspective, her movements so in-proportion, that that part of my brain that animation is supposed to tap so beautifully into is just…bored. Disconnected. I can’t see her face, I can’t see her emotion, and it doesn’t linger artfully enough for me to connect with it. I mean, contrast it with this moment:

I can see Ariel’s whole face, particularly those windows-to-the-soul we call EYES, and the facial expression, though dramatic, lingers, holds it, draws it out, so that I have time to not only register the emotion but almost savor it?? Feel it myself. If that makes sense. Not to get too dramatic about it. I don’t know if I’m describing it accurately, but that’s my main problem.

I’d have to go back and watch it again to analyze it further, or even more fairly, because like I said, I haven’t seen it since the ol’ brain got quickened. How about this, I promise I’ll rewatch it with an open mind and make a post later!

[crevassier]

Dimitri found himself looking into his bag and grimacing, sighing a bit at the approach of footsteps.

"I know it's you Sylvain," he murmured, taking the helmet off fully and shaking out his hair before turning to face his friend. "Apologies, I don't want to be... I promised your father that I would attempt to be more spirited, but..."

He didn't know how exactly to vocalize his frustrations, glancing about the space surreptitiously. "I knew what the premise of the game was - we were told this - and yet I still cannot...I cannot help but be disappointed."

In whom, he didn't say, merely shaking his head again. "Did you...fare well?"

The first round of their gathering of candy has come and gone, and with it the issue at hand finally made itself known. While most were simply trying to have fun and get some sweet treats for their troubles, others seemed far too keen on using less than honorable means to get a headstart without putting in the effort. The idea itself was already pathetic to begin with, but the fact he had been affected by it only further annoyed the Gautier heir.

So, one of the people he had hung out with was a devil, huh. 

He already had some ideas in mind as to who he could’ve brushed shoulders with deserving of that title, but before he could further think about it a familiar voice in an…uncomfortably familiar scolding tone reached his ears, his heart already skipping a beat to prepare for the lecture. But what he saw was perhaps even worse, because instead of a Dimitri-brand ear pull it was a Dimitri-brand Look of Disappointment, which burned into his psyche far more. “Whoa there, Your Highness! Look, I know my track record’s in the gutter, but I promise you that this time I’m completely innocent.”

Ignoring the uncomfortable sting that came with the distrust of a friend, he shook his head. “I myself got only two candies with me, if anything I was about to start hunting for the culprit. Besides…come on Dimitri, not only my father would have my head if I were to ever do anything that could put you at a disadvantage, but I would never forgive myself for it either. I’d never do this sort of thing with you, because you’re my prince…and one of my only friends.”

“My reputation’s not good at all but…you know what I’m really like, and that I’d rather share with you what I have than to hoard everything like a bear. So, please believe just this once.” Sylvan wasn’t one to beg for others to believe him as more often than not it was lined with lies, but exceptions existed.

“I have some suspicions on my end as to who it could’ve been, at least out of the people I met. We can work together to try to figure something out. What do you say?”

[teaveetamer]

i read through a lot of your analyses and i still can't tell what some of your stances are, but i just wanted to know how much you agree with my own stances on edelgard and dimitri/3H.

3H is obviously not a well thought-out political treatise on the ramifications of war and different styles of political change. it just isn't. it ends far too quickly and is too simplistic to ever be anything similar.

what 3H is incredible at is character writing. this is why i simply don't understand why people "hate" edelgard OR dimitri. neither of these people are saints. they've both done horrific things. but they both portray trauma in such fascinating and complex ways that you rarely see in videogames. the parallels they have and the way they see the world are just so compelling to me that i actually avoid finishing CF/SS/AM because it always leaves me feeling so emotional afterward and sometimes i just want a nice comfort game.

that being said, i do take issue with the way dimitri's arc resolves. i think it's extremely unrealistic how he just "snapped out" of his intense mental problems. as someone who has also struggled with mental health, it's a very slow process and often it feels like one step forward, two steps back. i wish that they had left his recovery a lot more incomplete, or that the game had lasted longer so his recovery felt more organic.

this is why i prefer edelgard purely as a character because i think the way she represses her emotions completely and is slowly corrupted by her inability to trust or love herself is a story that makes a lot more sense to me.

I'm not sure in which respects my stances are unclear, but I'm always happy to clarify if you just ask! Keep in mind that this blog is like three years old at this point so if you go back far enough you'll probably find contradicting things, as my opinions have developed and changed over the years. So if that's the problem just assume the most recent stuff is the most accurate.

I will say that while 3H can have some very good character moments, I also think it's incredibly disappointing in a lot of ways. The plot, writing, and worldbuilding being so messy just doesn't give the characters a good foundation to stand on, so character moments often come across extremely hollow to me.

I could name countless examples but I think the most obvious one that everyone picks up on is Gronder Field. First, we're told that this is extremely sad and difficult for all of the characters involved, despite never or almost never seeing the students from different houses interact with each other at any point during the main story. If you don't recruit then it's entirely possible to go the entire Academy portion of the game without seeing a single cross-house interaction beyond the house leaders.

They all point to the feast they had after the battle of Eagle and Lion in the Academy part, but that happens entirely off screen. It's not even really described beyond "it was fun" and "we were all sitting together". Emblem Claude in Engage gives a better idea of what happened there than 3H ever does. A piece of DLC for a completely different game in the series describes what is supposed to be a key interaction better than the game it was actually from!

And then you actually get there and it's contrived AF. There's literally no reason for the BL and GD to be fighting each other at any point but they all kill each other anyway. There's no fog of war. Characters will even recognize each other before they fight and then continue fighting each other anyways despite having absolutely no reason to?

And then it just ends and we're all told to feel very sad about it, but why should we? It's not earned. These characters don't know each other or care about each other, most of them weren't even on opposite sides. It comes across as feeling dumb and unearned, which makes the characters reacting to it completely 100% straight as if it were this huge but unavoidable tragedy come off as confusing and overwrought.

Edelgard's writing as an entire other can of worms that I've gotten into too many times to count, so I'll try to keep this short.

I'll preface this by saying I don't have a problem with people liking or relating to Edelgard in any way. Also, just because something has problems doesn't mean you can't have found meaning in it. I can tell you really enjoy the character anon, and that's great! I wouldn't want to take that away from you.

Buuuuuut since I'm giving my opinion here... I don't agree with her being a well written depiction of trauma. I feel like, especially now, the fandom tends to engage with the Edelgard we all wanted instead of the one we actually got.

Again I'll use a specific example (well actually two) to illustrate my point.

It's hard to take her trauma seriously when it's immediately undercut by her doodling pictures of her crush, getting embarrassed about it, and getting teased. This happens twice. They do this twice! Once in the explore section immediately after Ladislava and Randolph literally die right in front of her, and once after you could have potentially killed Claude and she's talking about being locked in a fucking dungeon!

Like it blows my mind that more people don't talk about this, especially the latter example. You have just potentially killed someone. She's sitting there. Talking about being locked in a dungeon, tortured, and experimented on. And then your character's reaction is to tease her for doodling a picture of you. And they did this two times, so it's not like it was an accident!

So like how am I supposed to read this, exactly? Either the entire scene is bunk and you're not really meant to take the trauma portion seriously, it's all just a big joke, or... or you're supposed to find teasing someone going through a genuine trauma response endearing and enjoyable..? It's just. I've been looking at this scene and the numerous other Edelgard scenes like it and I just don't get there. I don't understand how to read this in a way that isn't incredibly belittling or sexist or SEVERELY undercutting what should be a serious character moment.

But people want it to be this serious, well-written character moment for her. I don't blame anyone for that, because that's what I would have wanted too! But it's just... it's so crazy disrespectful on every level, to treat a female character's trauma like it's a funny quirk or an opportunity to flirt/tease? I can damn well guarantee that no male character would be treated with that amount of disrespect, and we know that because Dimitri exists and at no point is his trauma ever played for a joke or undercut like this! It's not perfectly written, but it's written with respect to the subject and the character.

There's an absurd degree of sexism baked into the writing of 3H that just doesn't get addressed by the fandom at large, so I kind of find it frustrating.

And worse, sometimes when you try to engage with that and critique it you're shouted down or treated as if you are the problem, like I somehow spoke the sexism of the game into existence just by pointing it out.

I could go on but I'll cut myself off here

[randomnameless]

Re about Cat :

In Nopes she complains because her dad asks her to lend CoS troops, instead of asking Dimitri or Rhea herself...

But unless Count Charon is as dumb as Leopold, he knows pretty well Cat isn't the one who can lend him Church soldiers.

Of course Fodlan dgaf about non students characters, especially if they are affiliated to the Church, but I wondered, maybe Count Charon didn't want to ask Rhea herself to lend him some troops because he has a strange relationship with her -

Rhea is, after all, the one who welcomed his daughter when she was hunted by the Kingdom and the reason she's alive, Dad!Charon, whatever was his position during the "Cassandra hunt" wasn't the one who protected his daughter, Rhea was.

Maybe he feels already to indebted to her to even ask her, in person, for more soldiers?

As for Dimitri...

I always found it disappointing how both game never explored more Cat's backstory, ffs if Faerghus was "feudal uwu", the Crown (even if it was during Rufus' regency) ordered Cat's death, she was branded a traitor and someone who commited regicide ffs.

What was happening with House Charon at that time, were they happily going to give their daughter to the crown, when Catherine was the presumptive major crested heir, to have her executed? When the entire Kingdom branded her a traitor and had her name besmirched, was House Charon totes okay with, you know, the accusations that their precious heir participated in the plot to kill Lambert?

Lonato throws a fit because Christophe was executed by the Church, but Lonato is only Rowe's bannerman - Charon is one of the major Houses in the Kingdom, wouldn't they have thrown a "larger" fit if the crown wanted to execute their heir??

Or maybe that could fell in the larger "the Kingdom was in chaos" thing - House Charon might have been "this" close to rebel against the Crown ?

In a way, it might explain why Garreg Mach wasn't visited by the Kingdom's forces asking Rhea to hand Cassandra over if the crown's forces had to cross Charon territory to reach Garreg Mach...

So in with this BG, it would make perfect sense why Count Charon wouldn't ask Dimitri for more soldiers (granted we're talking about Church soldiers?) - Charon is still a loyal bannerman who fights for Faerghus, but his trust in the crown would have been severed, and it's up to Dimitri to rebuild that bond.

[indigowallbreaker]

Dimiashe Week Day 6: Snowed In

My final instalment for this event is also another short one! Enjoy the post-canon snowy time snuggles <3

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The snow storm that had been predicted to blow itself out by midnight continued into dawn. Instead of getting an early start for his journey back to Castle Fhirdiad, Dimitri stood in the doorway of Ashe’s inn, contemplating the waist-high pile of snow that covered the front walk and beyond. Though he was dressed for travel, a biting wind smacked into him and Dimitri found himself shivering. That did it. Dimitri shut the door and began to take off his outer layers. 

Ashe’s inn was, in a word, cozy. The bottom floor held a welcoming fireplace with several chairs and couches set before it, tilted in a way that encouraged conversation. Tables had been shoved against the wall for the night but Dimitri knew they normally overflowed with good food and drink. A plush rug by the front door instantly warmed any guests seeking shelter from the elements.

Dimitri visited Ashe and this inn as often as he could, for as long as he could. Which never felt like enough. The place just felt like home in a way a drafty castle couldn’t— and Ashe’s love permeated every inch. As annoying as it was to have the weather stall his plans, Dimitri had a hard time pretending to be disappointed at getting to spend more time here. He hung his coat and furs by the door, swiped some snowflakes from his pants, and headed back upstairs. 

It was early. Even Ashe’s head chef was still asleep. All the guest rooms were silent as Dimitri made his way across the creaky floorboards towards the farthest bedroom. He had every intention of waking Ashe to warn him about the storm outside, perhaps offer his help in shoring up the roof or clearing a path towards the main road. 

But then Dimitri opened the door and saw Ashe, and all those thoughts ground to a halt. 

Ashe was curled up on his side nearly exactly as Dimitri had left him. He had pulled the quilt tighter around himself, but his hair was still strewn across the pillow, his mouth was still slack with sleep, and his lax face still caused Dimitri’s heart to clench with affection. Sights like this made Dimitri want to throw away his crown and take up permanent residency in Ashe’s bed. He would give up the whole of Fódlan for Ashe, and he would do it gladly.

Undoing the laces, Dimitri popped his boots off and gingerly climbed back into bed. It was all too easy to slide into place against Ashe’s back. Dimitri wrapped an arm around his torso, burying his face in Ashe’s neck and breathing deep. Any lingering desire to leave the inn vanished as Ashe let out a soft hum. Dimitri slipped a hand under Ashe’s shirt and drew soothing circles on his abdomen.

Ashe relaxed against him even as his eyes opened a sliver. “‘Mitri?” He slurred.

“Mhm.”

“Thought you’d be gone…”

“Snowed in,” Dimitri stated simply, shutting his eyes and hoping that would be answer enough.

Ashe sighed, long and regretful. “I need to check on the roof. Over the kitchen especially. Might be a good idea to start the lounge fire…”  

Dimitri tightened his hold. “Not yet.”

“If I don’t—”

“You have a solid home, beloved.” Dimitri kissed behind Ashe’s ear. “It will hold for an hour or so more.”

Ashe considered these words. Dimitri continued making circles until Ashe locked their ankles together and settled into him once more. “As you wish, your majesty.”

“Ashe—”

“One hour, Dimitri,” Ashe said lightly, a balm to Dimitri’s old pet peeve. He lay a hand over Dimitri’s and laced their fingers together. 

Dimitri grinned against Ashe’s neck. “One hour. I will even stay the day to help with anything you require. If that pleases you.”

This time, Ashe’s sigh was one that caused him to melt further into the bed, submitting himself to Dimitri’s embrace. “It pleases me more than I can say.”

Soon enough, Ashe’s breathing evened out. Dimitri felt sleep tugging him back under as well. His last thoughts were how fortunate it was to rule a land so prone to snow storms.

[amar-bell]

I always come back

Chapter 5

“Dude! It’s so obvious!” Allison was giving Gregory a wide smirk. “For the last time, I don't like her Ally!” 

Both of his friends gave him a deadpan expression. “Stop lying. It’s super obvious. Everyone knows.” Mason told him.

It had been a month since Cassie had joined the school, other than the adoption thing, Gregory hadn’t managed to get anything about her past out of her. It was disappointing, but it didn’t mean nothing had happened between them.

Quite the contrary.

~

“Mr. Ramirez, Ms. Nightingale, why don’t you both read the next part of this chapter?” They had been reading some 20th century play, it was mostly boring, but maybe that was how Gregory felt. “Okay ma’am.” Gregory said, getting up and moving to the front of the class, followed by Cassie. The teacher called up a few more people, and started to give them their roles. “Okay. Mr. Ramirez, you will be Dimitri, and Ms. Nightingale, you will be Adele.” Both Gregory and Cassie blushed furiously. Dimitri and Adele were in love. They were playing the role of lovers.

Everyone in the class was suddenly paying more attention, and with how the teacher was watching, Gregory was certain she had done this on purpose.

“Now go on, start. You two have the first few lines.” Gregory looked down into the textbook to see what the lines were.

Oh man. He is going to send their damn teacher to the pizza plex ruins.

It was a confession scene.

With how Cassie was giving the teacher a wide-eyed stare, he knew she wasn’t exactly pleased by this either. 

“Go on. We’re waiting.” Gregory took in a breath and moved over to Cassie, trying to use the textbook to cover his face. “My dearest beloved Adele, please I request you to listen to my words, for I am afraid that I may never be given yet another chance to say these after this moment.” He read out, trying his hardest not to look Cassie in the eyes. 

“Oh what is it you wish to tell me? Quick. Tell it quickly, before my mother finds us!” Cassie responded, and Gregory had to admit, she’d make for a good actress. “Ever since I laid eyes on you, that chance day two years ago, I have carried a feeling so strong J have not been able to ignore it, my dearest Adele. You have been the sun in my dark life, and I have cared for you very deeply. I just wish for you to hear this from my own lips, for I know that your mother will never approve of our relationship.” He looked up, and realized Cassie was staring at him, her bright brown eyes had an emotion that Gregory couldn’t understand.

“Oh Dimitri..” She whispered. “I.. I love you. I was afraid you wouldn’t care for me in such a way, so I never told you! Oh! Only if I had, we could’ve made a plan or something to get away from here. But now, it is too late for me. My mother will find me no matter where I go. I am not safe anywhere, my beloved.” The way she said it, made it seem to Gregory like she was actually feeling those emotions. ‘Dang. She is good.’ 

He placed his hand on her cheek. “My love! This whole time I thought you hated me! But you don’t. And that is enough for me! I do not care what comes our way now that I know. I will find us a way to be happy.”

They were really getting into the roles now, and everyone in class watched with bated breath. “What can we do? No matter where we go, my fiance and my mother will find us.”

Gregory leaned closer. “Do you not remember the promise we made to each other? I will always be by your side, my love. No matter what comes our way.” 

Cassie leaned closer as well. “But they’ll find us.. And when they do, they’ll kill you.” 

“Then I shall die for you.”

“But.. What if they use magic on me? Make me hurt you? They would do something like that.. My family..” Cassie asked.

“I will still love you till my last breath, my dearest Adele.. Nothing will ever change that.” The two of them stared at each other, not even noticing how close they were, just enjoying each other’s presence, before the teacher snapped them out of it. “Everyone! Clap for them! That was an amazing performance.” The whole class burst into applause for the two of them, and that was when Greg and Cassie realized that they had been embracing each other. The two of them pulled away, bright blushes on their cheeks.

“You did well.” “So did you.”

~

“That means nothing! We were just acting!” Gregory said defensively. “The way you two were looking at each other said it all, she was practically swooning at your words Greg.” Ally responded with a smirk. “And she had been admiring you when you were staring at the textbook, you could say she was giving you heart eyes man!” 

Greg simply shook his head. “She was simply acting!” 

“Well she gives you that look in class too.” Mason said. 

That made Gregory pause, and look up at him. “What?” “The other day, you were explaining something to her, and she was looking at you like you hung up the sun! She is so clearly crushing on you man!” 

The brunette blushed at that. Was that true?

“I can see her looking at you right now!~” Ally suddenly squealed, shaking Mason while gesturing to a table on the other side.

Gregory looked in that direction to see Cassie indeed sitting there, looking at him. When she saw him looking back at her, she waved, and the brunette swore he could see her blushing. He grinned like an idiot and waved back.

“Dude it is literally so painfully obvious. Why are you so clueless?!” Gregory groaned quietly. “I don’t like her! Goddamn you Ally.” “Wait guys, she's coming to our table!” Mason said, making Gregory’s heart leap. “Wait what?!” “Hey Gregory..” The brunette looked back to find Cassie standing there, her eyes shining excitedly. “H-Hey! Do you need something?” “Oh I was just wondering if you had a pen I could borrow? My pen ran out of ink and I'm not carrying a cartridge..” Gregory pulled out his pencil pouch and handed her a pen. “Here..” “Thanks.. I’ll return it at the end of the day.” Cassie said, before going back to her lunch table.

“She's lying man! I saw her pencil pouch, she does have a cartridge, it was just an excuse to talk to you!” Ally said, bouncing in her seat.

“She’s crushing on you!” “And you’re crushing on her too!” “Ugh! I’m not!” Were they ever going to let it go?

~

“Look kid, if you don’t admit it, I will go and confess to her for you.” Gregory groaned in response, looking over at the ex-nightguard. “Please don’t.” All he could imagine was the nightguard going up to Cassie and going on one knee with a ring, saying, ‘Will you be my daughter-in-law?’ That would be embarrassing, he would never live it down.

“We all would..” Roxy said with a shrug from the upstairs charging station. “PLEASE DON’T!” “Then admit you like her!” “I don’t! She’s just a friend!” Gregory tossed the nearest object at Vanessa, which happened to be his gel pen. It landed right on her head. “Ow! That’s not how you treat your adopted mom!” “Then stop bugging me about Cassie!” Vanessa’s face softened and she sat down next to the boy. “Sorry.. We were really just teasing you, did it upset you?” Greg looked away and nodded. “Yeah..” Vanessa hugged him. “I’m sorry baby.. We’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.” Gregory hugged her back tighter with a smile. 

“Okay but seriously he does like her.” Freddy said from behind them, to which Gregory just groaned. “Spare me!”

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