#edel house

[t0bey]

“Reunion at Dawn”

happy 5th anniversary, three houses!!!

[ramblesofthemyu]

welcome to the endless holiday ! 🎀

☆ myu here! this is a sideblog for my oc ramblings! for those who don't know me, I go be she/her, im aroace, and i like to ramble abt ocs. a lot.

☆ main account

☆ pokemon: angel on ao3

☆ character masterpost

☆ tags!

☆ Pokemon: Angel (and everything else associated with it)

pokemon: angel (ongoing, 12/20) - normal angel tag, everything here will be spoiler free

pokemon: angel spoilers - anything to do with spoilers for angel

endless holiday - story taking place right after angel! will always be tagged as spoilers until angel finishes

seas + skies - for anything related to my fakemon region arawan, spoilers for angel will be tagged accordingly

penelope's diary, cherish, clover - all of these contain spoilers for angel! will be tagged accordingly

radiant (ongoing, 4/12) - for radiant, will likely not contain angel spoilers

first flight - prologue to angel, will likely not contain spoilers

☆ Fanstories

☆ Original stories

The Starchaser - ykw au featuring Anne, a girl who discovered a yo kai watch one day, and since then has dedicated herself to gathering power from turning yo kai into soul gems so she can protect her loved ones.

The Golden Brewery - [WIP]

Daughter Earth - a tale of a newborn goddess who makes friends with a bunch of humans. a story about the value of life, and honoring the fallen. heavy major character death.

Bianca and the Mysteries of the Universe - a new story in the world of Daughter Earth, following Bianca, a high school senior looking to make the most of her last year of high school. After meeting Mode, a small devil who reveals to her the existence of supernatural beings, Bianca, along with her friends, follow the path of the now-wiped out New World Hunters to protect the world from the return of the old world order.

Lady Moira - the story of a teenaged girl, Margaret, who meets Moira, a vengeful spirit who was tasked to change the life of one of the living in order to enter the afterlife. A story about moving forward and helping one another.

At the End of Time - A young girl named Mini wakes up from a cryo pod and realizes that the end of the world is coming in only a month. As the last person on Earth, with only a little robot companion by her side, Mini comes to terms with her fate and the fates of all her loved ones.

Ballad of the Black Sheep - The princess of a kingdom ruled by a corrupt queen escapes into another world, similar to our own. The princess Blachet bonds with two brothers and becomes part of their family. But while she wants to escape her past, she soon realizes that in order to protect what she loves most, she has to face her biggest fears.

☆ Other tags

Specter's Sands - After meeting the mysterious Eliobus, whose soul was sealed in an enchanted hourglass, Celine Asmonte goes on a journey across the kingdom to release him back into the Sea of Life.

Lamb's Slumber - [WIP]

Edel House - [WIP]

Eve and the Forbidden Garden - [WIP]

lab 42 - i just scream abt ein, tesla and joyce here. possible fic sneak peeks too

pokemon swsh - any swsh rambles + angel stuff

pokemon sv - will include spoilers. possibly may include angel spoilers too

fantasy life oc - includes weiss (tailor weiss) and mal (wizard mal) art reblogged from mail

yo kai watch - spoilers for ykw1 and ykw2 probably, and the movie I guess. will also talk abt ykw ocs sometimes probably

myuudles - get it? myu? doodles? myuudles? haha im so funny, but anyways this includes both doodles and actual serious art

myu is a writer - writing tag, this is an injoke ok

myu answers asks - speaks for itself. asks.

myu's refs - character references (usually for artfight)

[vanadisvalentine]

Being a Edelgard stan as well as someone who likes Rhea a lot is suffering.

They're both great characters y'all, we don't have to fight ;-;

[mostrandomgallery]

More album cover designs for my Black Eagles KPop AU.

So, we have AQVILA's "Taking Flight", and their hit single "Revolution", which features a musical guest—a soulful female soloist who simply goes by "BLYTHE". (lol anagrams)

...Speaking of which, I decided to make an album cover for BLYTHE and her single "Voice In My Head (So Divine)". Fun fact: the cover design for BLYTHE's single was loosely based on EXID's "Eclipse".

Here's the cover for the debut mini album ICYMI.

I do also wonder if any musical groups go by similar names in the real world. Tried researching it and haven't turned up anything. Well, this is just a story set in a fictional world after all.

[cartoonnonsensegirl]

My Fire Emblem: Three Houses Ending Ideas for Byleth

Some may have ships, others not.

Male Byleth

Verdant Wind: Becomes Claude's leading general and advisor. Could also serve as an ambassador to Almyra.

Azure Moon: Same as above, but for Dimitri. I think M!Byleth would go well with Mercedes.

Silver Snow: Becomes Archbishop. Either Mercedes or Flayn is his wife.

Crimson Flower: Can either be a general or an advisor. I'll let you know that I ship Edelgard with Hubert, so a marriage between her and M!Byleth is not on the table for me (and I do really like her character; I just personally can't separate her from Hubert in any way, shape, or form).

Female Byleth

Verdant Wind: May either marry Claude or remain one of his advisors (should Claude make Hilda his queen). Maybe even an ambassador to Almyra. (this one is hard, since Claude x Hilda makes more sense to me, yet I did marry Claude on my first playthrough)

Azure Moon: Becomes Dimitri's Queen.

Silver Snow: Becomes Archbishop. Possibly marries Seteth.

Crimson Flower: I'm still firmly in the Edelgard x Hubert camp, which brings me to my favorite idea: F!Byleth becomes her personal handmaiden/lady-in-waiting who tends to her, styles her hair, designs/makes her clothes, and will eventually become her midwife/nanny.

[cathrhea]

[varley-of-torment]

Professor Mercedes AU Concept: Edelgard and Hubert don't know Jeritza and Mercedes are siblings. And one night, when reviewing the plans for the impending invasion, Hubert has his The-Usual-Suspects-drops-coffee-mug moment, as the pieces of a puzzle he didn't even know were there click into place, because he was so lost in the details he missed what anyone could guess by looking at them.

It's an understandable presumption, he thinks at first. On the surface, there was nothing that connected Jeritza von Bartels, their human weapon positioned at Garreg Mach, with Mercedes von Martritz, the goddess worshiping new co-professor. When one finds a man covered in blood that is not his own and says he's killed his family, well, most people would rule out him having a sibling walking around somewhere. And wait, there are no records of von Bartels ever having a daughter-

Unless- he remembers a minor detail from the documents of empire lords he'd studied like the spymaster he is- there was that brief marriage in imperial year 1157, and though the names escaped him, wasn't there a daughter from a previous marriage? He knew the wife had fled the house... and one would only need to imagine she took her daughter with her for the pieces to click together.

The timelines don't just line up, they complimented each other. One child leaves, the other stays until they couldn't take it anymore.

They're long lost siblings, and Hubert didn't know. Like, imagine how insane it would drive him that he missed that, and that it could actually destroy their entire plan. If they find out they're long lost siblings, Jeritza might turn on them and warn about the upcoming war, and everything falls apart. A long dead man's marital history was surprisingly crucial.

Byleth had drawn their attention, yet it's the other one, this soft, inexperienced, goddess worshiping, scatterbrained woman, who wasn't even on their radar of potential threats, could now be the key to stopping their plans altogether. Without. even. meaning to. Just by virtue of where life had taken her.

Suddenly a very big target is on Mercedes von Martritz- or, should he say, Mercedes von Bartel's back. Something needs to be done, now.

(Bonus: Mercedes tells Ferdinand her backstory in their B+ support, so FERDINAND, fucking FERDINAND had intel that Hubert didn't, and if he didn't hate him so much he might have figured this out earlier.

Linhardt: of course Professor Mercedes and Jeritza are siblings. I thought we all knew that. (sound of hubert breaking something it the background))

[awakendreamersworld]

Harpy Edelwood Madeline

15 hours ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[mothsandbees]

the anima weapon grind is putting this dude through the shits

[caffeinewitchcraft]

WIBTA for going to my high school reunion even though the two witches I stripped of magic are going?

(Read for free on Patreon (X))

I (28 witch) was in a coven during high school. Not really even a coven. We weren’t recognized and there wasn’t a clear division of responsibilities. We did have a high priestess but she hadn’t Declared or been Initiated or whatever she believed. Looking back, her learning was all over the place (and a little problematic, honestly. I remember her calling a poppet a Voodoo doll before being called out by another member). Let’s call her Sarah.

Sarah was a year older than the rest of us (still the same grade though) and her mom was a witch so that made her the high priestess. She was the one who would organize all of our rituals and held the power of veto over any proposed spells. While you think that’d mean she’d provide the ingredients, she never did. She did tell us what to buy and, let me tell you, some of those things were expensive for a high schooler. We met in the park behind her house, and she demanded that at least one of us be in every one of her classes. If we weren’t, we’d be “cycled” out of the coven until our parents convinced the school to transfer us in.

Any alt kid knows what I’m talking about because they had a Sarah in their life. If she was angry, we had to be angry (and a little afraid of her). If she was sad, we were expected to ask why. If she was happy, we had to be even more happy. You get the picture.

The problem came when Sarah added Jess (fake name) to the Coven during the start of our junior year. It was the first time Sarah allowed someone else from a witch family to join. Jess was a transfer student from England. She told us all that that made her magic deeper and more powerful because she was a “daughter of the witches you could not burn.” When I pointed out that that statement is historically inaccurate, Jess called me a “pilgrim.” She tried to convince Sarah to blind me (take away my decision-making power in the coven), but I was the only one with reliable access to dried herbs (my mom’s a botanist and didn’t count her stores like Sarah’s mom did), so Sarah said no.

Jess’ dislike of me got worse when I actually did dress like a pilgrim for Halloween that year. And, if I’m honest, I did take it a little far. I was a hot-headed kid. I followed her around the entire day and had kids sign one of two petitions – “Burn” or “Not Burn.” When the Burn Petition won, I could tell I went too far (there were a LOT of signatures).  I tried to make it a joke and told her that now she really was a witch we couldn’t burn.

Jess and I got in our first physical fight. Sarah eventually broke it up, but not before Jess ripped out a good chunk of my hair, and I broke the tiger’s eye bracelet she wore.

 I later heard from another coven member that Jess tried to lay a curse on me that night. Unfortunately for her, I was pretty interested in defensive work and had a fresh witch’s jar buried under my window. Her curse got caught in it and rebounded. Apparently, that’s how Jess got pink eye, not from her younger sister.

We fought like cats and dogs. Any time Jess would talk about England, I’d make fun of her accent. When I brought up what spell I’d like to do, Jess would call me a juvenile pilgrim. Eventually, Jess got smart. She’d text me insults rather than say them to my face so that she’d have a chance to tattle to Sarah before I got the chance to hit back.

Sarah pulled me aside at least three times to “address” the fights. She basically said that I needed to respect Jess more because she came from a witch family, like her. She told me I could learn a lot from Jess if I stopped acting like a human. When I pointed out that we are humans, just humans who have elected to use magic, she got really mad.

And when Sarah got mad, she could make life really difficult.

My spell for luck on midterms got passed over for Jess’ jinx on our English teacher. The jinx worked and Ms. Edel tripped, but guess who still came to class with a broken leg? MS. EDEL. Guess who failed their midterm?

ALL SEVEN OF US.

Damn, I can’t believe I’m still upset by this petty high school drama. Therapy did not work.

So safe to say that Jess and I never became friends. I love magic now and loved it then, but she took it so seriously. I’ve always believed magic should be fun. All the spells she brought to the coven required a spirit element—blood, hair, sacrifice. One of the members was a strict green witch and had to drop out because of it. We missed two full moons until Sarah approved Eileen to rejoin after she woke up from her coma.

(And before anyone freaks out about the coma – we all ended up in comas here and there. We were a bunch of uneducated and untrained baby witches who all had different belief systems. The fact that there wasn’t anything worse than a coma is a miracle. She wasn’t traumatized by it any more than I was by mine.)

Jess and I mostly avoided each other for the rest of the year. We always voted against the other’s spell and I’m fairly certain she tried to trip jinx me in the hall as often as I tried to trip jinx her. Sarah never tried to diffuse the tension between us. She confided in Eileen that she was grateful we kept each other in check.

Things could have continued on that way until we all moved away for college (or repeated the year after failing all those midterms) if it weren’t for the vernal equinox. Or, as we inaccurately called it, the Spring Solstice.

The way it worked was that we all got to propose a ritual during equinoxes. They’re powerful magical events on their own and when you bring intent to the party? They were always our biggest, most successful workings.

Sarah always chose what we did on those days. She pretended like we got to vote, but we all knew she would never choose one of our rituals. My freshman year, she made us all do one for beauty. Because it was a “make real what is in the eye of the beholder” type, some of our transformations were a little…traumatizing. I’m only telling you this so you understand the power an equinox has, okay? I do not think this way anymore. Other members were just as extreme. Eileen went from a Wendy from Wendy’s to a Jessica Rabbit. And I…

Well.

I grew rabbit ears and teeth. That doesn’t make me a furry! Who Framed Roger Rabbit? was super influential on BOTH Eileen and me. I was a kid and didn’t understand my own concept of beauty. It took almost three months before I got the ears to go away entirely.

Suffice it to say, we were all excited and nervous for what ritual Sarah would pick, which is why it was a blow to find out that she had picked a ritual - Jess’ ritual.

A ritual for power.

I didn’t want to do it from day one, okay? My belief is that whatever magic comes to you naturally is what’s okay to take. I think if you rip magic up from the earth or the abyss, it’ll change you. Maybe even corrupt you or change your personality.

But I was a kid and didn’t know how to explain that. Jess and Sarah were both from witch families and they seemed to think it was okay. Even though I didn’t like Jess, I did see her as a more “authentic” witch because of that. I know better now, but as a kid seeing all of her grimoires, I gave her false authority.

Jess explained the ritual to us over the next month. She talked about how we were going to be “tested.” The ritual would pull our spiritual selves from our bodies, and depending on how long we chanted, we’d return to them with more or less magic than when we started. She said that everyone in her family did it when they turned 18.

It wasn’t until three days before the equinox that she told us what would happen if one of us were to be judged unworthy.

“Mostly nothing,” she said. I remember her exact words, how her black hair spun as she soared through the air on the swings. We stood in a half circle before her and Sarah as they swung higher and higher. An audience to their aerial court. She said, “Sometimes people lose some of their magic. When the ritual decides they don’t deserve it.”

Eileen asked, “When the ritual decides? It’s sentient?”

“There’s an overseer we’ll call on,” Sarah said. She’d been the only one allowed to read Jess’ grimoire. Her lip curled and she leaned forward so she could look down over Eileen like an avenging angel as she swung overhead. “An impartial entity.”

“I am not a deity witch,” I said. I had long ago committed that I would never call on a higher being in any ritual. Most of our spells had to be modified for me so that I could swear to the cardinal directions rather than to the Morrigan or Hecate. “You know that.”

“You’re not swearing to anyone,” Sarah said and rolled her eyes.

“Which means no one is swearing to us,” Eileen muttered under her breath. But I could tell she had given up by the slump of her shoulders.

“It’s only the unworthy who lose their magic,” Jess reassured. Her eyes flashed at me. “Scared you’re unworthy?”

Yes. I was scared. I know better now than to think lineage has any place in witchcraft. It’s about the magic, always just the magic. But months of hearing their rhetoric had worn at my self-esteem. It really felt like if I didn’t do the ritual, I was as good as admitting I wasn’t a witch. If I did do the ritual…

Well. Obviously, I did the ritual.

I was a hot-headed teen, okay? I felt challenged. I decided that I would wear extra protections. Tiger’s eye and quartz charged with intention. I picked out a silver locket my mother gave me, filled with belladonna. She told me it symbolized beauty and choice.

Now, here’s where I may be the asshole.

I can’t give you a play-by-play of the ritual. It was ten years ago, and calling on that much magic has a funny way of warping memory. But what I do remember is this:

We gathered in the park before sunrise. Seven of us in new colors – spring green, white, soft yellow and pink. Jess made us get rid of anything with a working on it – crystals, cards, and ladders. She collected them all in a linen bag and threw them into the woods. I couldn’t get away with my tiger’s eye or quartz, but she missed the pendant my mother gave me. It was a warm comfort against my chest as we began.

We lit the fire together, each of us frantically thumbing our lighter to make sure the sparks caught at the same time.

Jess brought the chalice. We all cut our palms and let seven drops fall into it. (No, we didn’t use a clean blade. My cut got infected as hell and it itches like a witch. I know better now!) She bade us drink, and we did.

“Now the magic will see us as equal,” Sarah said while Jess prepared the next step. She licked her lips as if savoring the blood. “It will only be our wills determining the outcome.”

Jess doused us with oil and herbs. It smelled sharp and uneasy. I had provided the herbs and knew all of them were either fresh or dried to perfection. But it was rancid. There was rot in the air, but I couldn’t place it then. I wrinkled my nose and took up the chanting with the others to distract myself from the smell.

If you’ve ever chanted before, you know the stages. First, you’re just talking. You say the words and they mean something, but you don’t feel them. Then your mouth gets tired. You start messing up the timing of the words. You stutter. You stumble. The words lose meaning. Most people stop there. They fall silent and sink into a shallow meditation with heads full of fog.

You’re only a witch if you can reach the next step. You keep saying the words. They become comfortable. You wear the words like clothes and feel your cadence curl through you like a companion. Your body goes on autopilot and your mind relaxes. The chant turns smooth as silk. Depending on the chant, you lose yourself to the sweetness of your coven singing. Sometimes, you sink into the earth with them. Other times, you ride the flow of the magic like waves.

This time, the words pulled us away from our bodies. Jess slowly introduced new words to our chant. Words of summoning.

We called upon the Overseer.

Pressure fell around me like a vice. I couldn’t breathe even as the ritual fell from my lips without breaking. Magic had, at that point, always given me control. This? This was a complete loss of it.

I felt myself compressing. Smaller and smaller in the face of the being that was rising in the middle of the flames. It was not an observer. The moment I “saw” it, its endless form writhing in the space between the smoke, I knew that. It was a judge and jury.

It was a spider.

We chanted. It grew. It pulled us from our bodies like spiderweb and spooled our essences onto its forelimbs. It was not what Jess described and, simultaneously, it was. We were being tested. Our psyches were being tested.

So long as we chanted, the being would be contained. However, the longer it was contained, the more of us it could take. If we let it go, what would it do? Would it return any part of our magic to us? Any part of who we were?

Or would it eat?

This wasn’t a test of magic. It was a test of faith. Faith in each other and faith in the ritual.

For those practitioners out there, you can see the problem. I didn’t enter the ritual with faith. My intent was flawed from the beginning. We’d had spells fail because of lack of belief. I had never been the person who didn’t believe.

Until then

My words wavered. The Overseer turned its eyes to me. I could see my magic like thread before it, shimmering against the backdrop of its maw.

Then another tremor. Eileen dropped a word. The Overseer split and looked at both of us. Someone else faltered. One of the coven – I couldn’t see them – fell and went silent.

The sky yawned overhead, empty and cold. The embers from the fire spun up into it and were lost. The Overseer rippled and I felt our coven shrink in the face of it.

I gasped around the chant and looked across the fire. The light licked Jess’ gleeful face. Her eyes hungered for my failure. I could see it. Through the connection of the Overseer, I could feel it.

Jess and Sarah changed the chant. To this day, I don’t remember if they taught it to the rest of us. There are so many parts of the ritual that I’ve left out or forgotten. But I remember them chanting different words. The circle grew discordant.

“I offer my magic so I may be unspun and woven anew,” they said. The words have imprinted themselves like bitters under my tongue. “I offer my magic so I may—”

Some of the other members tried to pick up the new chant. Their voices grew weaker and the Overseer’s limbs began to extend out towards each one of us.

I wouldn’t offer my magic to that thing. I wouldn’t be unspun.  Eileen was stuttering. I saw her fall to her knees. I was close behind.

I threw my necklace into the flames.

Belladonna. Beautiful and deadly. It has meant choice to many women and many of them have been from my own family. It's extreme and it’s final. An end that doesn’t always make room for a new beginning.

Pretty words that cover up what I meant when I threw it into the Overseer.

My intent was Death.

Entities never die. I’m sure the Overseer didn’t. It howled. The wind kicked up and brought the flames into a spiral ten feet tall. Its forelimbs shattered, and I reeled myself back together greedily.

Not all of us were safe from the Overseer’s desperate struggle against my death curse.

Sarah and Jess were alone in the third phase of the ritual. They had changed the chant. They had offered their magic and asked the entity to do with it what it will. They believed.

And because they believed, the Overseer took their magic with it.

I think it was the first coma Jess ever fell into. Her family certainly acted like it. They whisked her back to the East Coast before the end of the year. I heard from Eileen that she woke up shortly after I left for college.

Magicless.

Sarah too.

I fully own that I was responsible for the ritual failing. I panicked. I’ve gone through every excuse over the years. I didn’t know what the ritual really was. I was just a kid. I took magic too lightly. It was their fault for not letting us read the grimoire for ourselves. But, at the end of the day, the real reason the ritual failed was because I panicked and I let that panic break my belief.

I moved on to college and it felt like running away. I’ve never returned to my hometown. I’m happy with the life I’ve built. My magic summer camp gives me time to travel during the winter months, and I feel like I’m making a real difference in young witches’ lives.

Nowadays I teach young witches to never do a working without full intent. If they have doubts, they don’t do it. It’s a lesson I learned the hard way ten years ago. I tell them it can cost them more than their magic. It can cost them their lives.

Eileen is still back home and she says Sarah rarely comes out of her house. Sometimes she sees our former high priestess wandering the school grounds on nights of the full moon. I hear from other members of the coven that Jess’ family put out a bounty on me a few years ago. However, I never saw an assassin so I think that was just a rumor.

So, knowing that they’re still not over it, would I be the asshole for attending my high school reunion next month? I’ve been craving reconnection with my roots, but I’d be subjecting Sarah and Jess (though Jess marked Maybe on the RSVP) to my presence.

I know they must hold a grudge. If they were still witches, that would be a problem. I don’t think I’d be able to defend myself from one of their workings since I blame myself for what happened. But since they’re not, it’s not really a danger. That’s pretty asshole-ish, right? Ignoring their feelings because they don’t have the magic to back it up?

So WIBTA for attending my high school reunion even though the two girls I stripped of magic will be attending?

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Thanks for reading! It looks like I'll have quite a few updates for the anthology! I am still obsessed with this format and can't wait to share some of the updates over the next few weeks.

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See y'all next week!

[procrastinatingattorney]

for the third time s/ylvix got bro zoned which is hilarious cos its not done in a homophobic way cos the writers seem really into d/imitri+f/elix and went ham with s/ylvain+yuri

[ta6ris]

i finished the blue lions story !

[randomnameless]

I love nabatean music stuff -

Nabateans playing the ocarina as something from their home, a tradition, one of the very few things they managed to preserve and salvage after the Red Canyon and Sothis’s death and they think it will die with them -

But it was actually passed down to humans through the ages, to humans who frequented them !

Yuri can play the ocarina very well, but he will never say this weird egg like thing he plays is the old man - who taught him how to read - ‘s memento.

Constance was surprised he knew how to play this thing, because it used to be a tool used by members of House Nuvelle to teach magic to their children, magic flows like a melody, if you cannot concentrate hard enough to play with the instrument, you cannot use magic. This instrument and the link between melody and magic is as old as House Nuvelle itself some people say.

Some other people surmise House Nuvelle’s songs with their weird instrument is from House Hresvelg, because one of the few people who married into that house was from House Hresvelg, there are pictures (mosaics? stories?) about emperors from old playing a tune using an antiquated instrument, a sort of round flute like egg thing.

There are legends about melodies you can hear in the mist, is it a ghost from one of the old emperors playing a tune, or the Fog Giant luring a poor soul in a trap?

Sylvain hears Flayn playing Saria Flayn’s song, but it sounds similar to that melody Leif was humming, is Flayn playing a Srengese song, or using a Srengese instrument?

From the Nabatean Apostles to the Hresvelgs, to Indech, Macuil and some people (from Sreng?) who might have heard the sound of his tune carried by the wind - the Nabatean songs aren’t dead, sure, there are tweaks here and there from generations of different players who appropriated and played those songs and instruments -

And it continues in the current era, with Billy, listening to the voice in their head, trying to craft an ocarina and to play it, to Cyril dutifuly listening to Rhea playing a song from “a long time ago”.

thinking a lot about the Nabateans playing the ocarina

Just because

Just because I can think about Rhea, Seteth and Flayn playing the ocarina, actually

[randomnameless]

Rewatching Shez's supports with Edelgard, it kind of irritates me that Edelgard looks upset after Shez points out that the average farmer probably hates her for the war. Like, ma'am you knew this would lead to mass death and a lot of people not being fans of yours, and considering Hubert also points out the Edel's policies are meant to benefit nobles who give her money and troops and keep down the commonfolk, she shouldn't be surprised by this answer. Shez even softens the comment by saying "you must have a good reason" but it's like Edelgard can't handle hearing any kind of real criticism from people she respects (or claims to). I think it's another player-pandering thing, can't have the Lord be mad at you, but it just makes Edelgard look like a thin-skinned whiner who can't handle the harsh criticisms that her actions are going to bring her. At least when she went on about "her path of blood and death" in 3 Houses she seemed to have some sense of "yeah people will hate my guts." Idk it probably comes down to the developers being scared to have someone truly criticize Edelgard without pushback.

That supports irks me for other reasons lol, basically the fact that Barney points out how water is wet (something Supreme Sailor Fuku apparently missed, as you noticed) but within 1 convo they completely drop that plot line and get along with her plans because, eggtivation means that someone as bland as Barney - who could represent common sense - must also be drowned under liters of Hresvelg Grey.

Imo, it's not "your lord cannot be mad at you", but again and again with the Fodlan games, "no one can be mad at Supreme Leader, not even you(r self insert character)".

FWIW, FEH got her writing right - faced with contradictions and criticism, Supreme Leader ragingly storms out of a conversation when the characters aren't from Fodlan and thus cannot be eggtivated (or when the Fodlan team isn't writing them?).

Given how her Nopes' Big B's support basically has her say "you're either with me or against me", no wonder why criticism, at least in Nopes, is something unknown for her, hell, Ferdie must behead his father to demonstrate times after times that he and House Aegir aren't her enemies - in a way, even with the twist they added (let's ally with those icky disgusting beasts to get rid of uncle, and THEN we will free Fodlan from their scaly grasp!) Nopes wrote Supreme Leader to be even more uncompromising and more bull-headed than ever, if in Houses she had a modicum of self-awareness (she's still the Adrestian Emperor though!), in Nopes it's written away.

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"I like how 3 Hopes gives Claude agency and independence" *Houses shows him defending his country, protect his people and refusing to let Edel conquer it because her methods are too violent* "I like how 3 Hopes gives Claude agency and independence" That's basically what this convo is in a nutshell.

Also, can just he get the fuck over the fact that not everyone agrees with or likes Edel and stop block evading people? Seriously, this is beyond creepy and becoming vindictive, almost like he's one step from wanting to do active harm to people he considers "Edelcrits".

RIGHT!?

His "agency and independence" is him believing everything that Edelgard says without any trace of doubt, to the point of taking care of stuff for her like a servant.

He says near verbatim "well yeah she's doing bad things that I see with my own eyes, but if her accusations towards the church are true that means they're worse. Therefore, I choose to target the church based on this 'what if' rather than defend my country based on the objective reality I see right now."

They made him a reactionary idiot, and people applaud this because they didn't like that he was a good person in Houses, despite the fact that none of his actions in Hopes make a lick of fucking sense when looking at his character before he even joined the academy.

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Most Datable Datable Character 2: Round 1 Matchups

Part 1 links below the cut!

Qiu Lin from Our Life: Now and Forever VS Ai Mikaze from Uta no Prince-sama

Pashet from OZMAFIA!! VS Aigis from Persona 3

Flannan Mac Lugh from The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) VS Fenris from Dragon Age 2

Flint from Postknight 2 VS Theo from Titan Arum

Fall-from-Grace from Planescape: Torment VS Xiao from Potion Permit

Rise Kujikawa from Persona 4 VS Kurt from GreedFall

Triss Merigold from The Witcher 3 VS Halsin from Baldur's Gate 3

Rowan from Boyfriend Dungeon VS Yuri Leclerc from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Hook from A Villain's Twisted Heart VS Teo from The Ssum

Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Judy Alvarez from Cyberpunk 2077

Tae Takemi from Persona 5 VS Silas from Fire Emblem Fates

Alistair Theirin from Dragon Age: Origins VS Rachel Amber from Life is Strange: Before the Storm

Grim Reaper from A Date with Death VS QueenBee from Arcade Spirits

The Spirit from Hooked on You VS Jynx from Arcade Spirits: The New Challengers

Vetra Nyx from Mass Effect: Andromeda VS Felix Hugo Fraldarius from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Lucifer from Obey Me VS Wakuu from Coral Island

Leviathan from Obey Me VS Allen from Harvest Moon 3D: A New Beginning

Curtis from Pokemon Black and White 2 VS Imtura Tal Kaelen from Blades of Light and Shadow

Rhapsody from Arcade Spirits: The New Challengers VS Jakob from Fire Emblem Fates

Haley from Stardew Valley VS Cameron from Trouble Comes Twice

Victor from Mr Love: Queen's Choice VS Mary Brown from Romance Club Arcanum

Linhardt von Hevring from Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Ryoji Mochizuki from Persona 3

Caleb Zheng from Gilded Shadows VS Beelzebub from Obey Me

Sebille Kaleran from Divinity: Original Sin 2 VS Zoe from Monster Prom

Dorian Pavus from Dragon Age: Inquisition VS Felicity from Harvest Moon 3D: A New Beginning

707 from Mystic Messenger VS Loki from Romance Club Path of the Valkyrie

Lucifer from Romance Club Heaven's Secret VS Joyce from //TODO: today

Stephanie from Trouble Comes Twice VS Edel from Thorn for the Villain

Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3 VS Shadowheart from Baldur's Gate 3

Gale Dekarios from Baldur's Gate 3 VS Bernadetta von Varley from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Elliot Damiani from Changeling VS Jeremy King from XOXO Droplets

Jax Argo from Later Daters VS Bella Goth from The Sims