#forsyth sov

[justanawkwardclau]

He's a Forsyth to be reckoned with!

[pythons-bow]

Deliverance Cafe AU part 2

[feshippingpolls]

Forsython has taken over parts of my brain.

FE: Should they kiss?

Forsyth x Python

[fefuckability]

ROUND 1: Paladin thighs or armored arms?

Feel free to rb/comment with your reasons!

[tobegii]

forsyth and python drawn for my partner @luce-speaks as part of fe artscuffle! i collabed with @johnbly and she wrote the incredibly fic that this is a scene from, go check it out!!

[unleashthemerch]

Python & Forsythia

[fe-fictions]

Did any of your SoV fics survive? I was thinking of one in particular about Fernidand not wanting anyone to touch his baby, but what about any of them?

(There is only one that has been recovered: Asking Lukas, Forsyth and Python if they wanna have a baby!!! :; U ;; It's a sweet one, and it's 3 in 1!!!)

Forsyth: When you first pop the question of starting a family, Forsyth nearly spits out his drink. Granted it was your own fault for asking him right when he took a sip, but you weren’t expecting such a violent reaction.

It was followed by a spluttering, a bright red face and wide eyes, his mouth agape as he stumbled into asking why that came up.

You were embarrassed to have even thought of it. His reaction made it very clear that wasn’t something he was thinking about.

You told him to put it out of his mind, stammered out some sort of excuse about needing to go to bed early, and you quickly escaped the awkward situation.

Your hands were pressed over your face as you struggled to suppress your own embarrassed reddening, turned on your side so you could at least pretend to be asleep if he tried to come into the room and talk.

It would be so much better to pretend this never happened. It was a silly question. You��d only been married for six months- you had rushed him on the idea.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Then you felt a warm hand reach from behind you and take your wrist, and you felt his lips touch your fingertips.

“Ava, can I talk to you?”

Slowly, painstakingly, you turned over to see him on his side of the bed, lying there beside you and looking quite concerned.

“I-I wanted to apologize about before. I didn’t-”

“Oh, no, don’t- it was my fault for putting that much pressure on you, all of a sudden. I shouldn’t have asked you about having a baby so soon.”

“What? N-no! It’s not that.” He stopped you quickly, “I was just caught off-guard. It’s not...that I don’t want to start a family with you...I-I just...the idea of us really trying for a baby...a-and actually having one is...it made me feel a bit shy, you know?”

“Not really…” You trailed off, a bit confused. He swallowed down his pride and his embarrassment, enough to explain what he meant.

He was the luckiest man alive being married to you, and the thought of being the father of your child was just too much to bear. He was so excited and elated and filled with love that you’d even want to start a family with him…

He still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

You stared at him, unblinking, for several seconds. Your first response when you recovered was to smack his arm.

Then you kissed him, then you buried your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment, unable to tell him that you thought it was because he didn’t want children and you were horrified of your actions. 

You later apologized for hitting him, and more than made up for it when you started your journey to having a baby later in the evening.

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Lukas: He had frozen up when he finally realized the words that had come out of your mouth were real. He didn’t really react, other than his whole body going rigid. 

He had been in the middle of his favorite book, the two of you winding down for the evening, settled into bed, cozy and peaceful…

Then you asked him what he thought about starting a family.

When it took him longer than ten seconds to form a response, you quickly added that it didn’t need to be right away, that he could take all the time he needed to think about it, and you weren’t in any rush to have kids if that wasn’t something he wanted.

You knew that he had been something of an asexual prior to meeting you...intimacy and love weren’t things that he really needed, and he was just fine without it.

Then when he met you, those things had gradually started to change. It was him that proposed to you, for crying out loud. 

And your marriage had been healthy, if not peaceful and sweet, for the one year it had been so far. 

You thought you were jumping the gun on asking when it took him ages and ages to put words together.

“You mean...a baby?”

“W-what else?” You chuckled nervously, looking at him with a lopsided smile. “It’s not a big deal, Lukas- I wouldn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just...thought I’d ask if you might want to consider it, sometime.”

“Well…” He trailed off, the sound of the book closing like an echo in the silence. “It’s not something I haven’t thought about, every now and then. I’ve seen how happy Clive and Mathilda are with their children...and Boey and Mae…”

“But is it something that you want?”

“I do.” He said firm enough that you honestly believed him. You smiled softly, sighing in relief when you saw the sweet smile on Lukas’ lips. 

“I’m glad. But, listen, Lu...it doesn’t have to happen right away. A baby is a lot of responsibility, and it’s a seriously life-changing decision. I want to enjoy the peace I have with you as long as I can.”

“It would be difficult to find some peace with a child around, wouldn’t it?” Lukas mused, sinking back into the pillows. You giggled as you sank down beside him, resting your head on his chest and draping your arm over him.

“There will be many sleepless nights, and our attention will solely be on the baby for a while. Lots of crying and laughing, and that cute baby babble, too.”

“It may not be peaceful,” He yawned, “But...it wouldn’t be a terrible change.”

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Python: The first thing he did was laugh.

He thought you were joking.

The two of you had talked at length about how awful children could be. The brats that ran around the capital when you were on patrols were nauseating to watch. They were so whiny, and noisy, and they cried incessantly if the slightest thing went wrong…

You didn’t know why anyone would want such a thing.

At least, that’s what you thought. Then, the longer you were married to your husband (a feat in and of itself), the more you realized how sweet it would be to hear the pitter patter of little feet in the house, and to see a tuft of blue hair bouncing around, following behind Python.

And it may or may not have been a dream you had about six nights in a row.

You explained this to him, and it didn’t take long for the grin to wipe from his face. You told him that you had gone to Tatiana and asked her about the repeating dream.

She very excitedly told you it was definitely a gift from the goddess, a sign that it was time for you to have children. You wanted it deep down, and this was your body’s way of telling you it was baby time.

Python, however, was less convinced.

“You really wanna have a kid? What if it’s like one of those brats that are always runnin’ around the city? You wanna add to that madness?”

“Well, they wouldn’t necessarily be badly behaved- Mathilda’s kids are all perfect.”

“That’s because their parents are the most perfect people on the entire planet.” Python scoffed.

“Mae and Boey’s kids are rowdy, but they do as they’re told, too.”

“After Mae threatens to smack them over the head.”

“What about Zeke’s daughter? She’s so sweet and quiet- don’t you think we could have a kid like that?”

“Baby, have you met me?” He gestured to himself, “I’m about as rowdy as they come- if you think for one second our kid’s not gonna be wild, you’ve got another thing comin’.”

“I suppose so.” You managed to smile at him, though the disappointment was clear in your eyes. “I just thought it was a nice idea. It’s not like I want to have a dozen brats running around, but...I don’t know...one little guy that looked like you but definitely had my nose...it was a cute idea, right?”

“Sure.” He chuckled, “Some blue-haired, wiry little boy with that nose of yours-”

“It’s way better than your nose.”

“I didn’t disagree!” He laughed louder, “I mean, who’d he take after, really? He’d be just like me. I was a serious pain when I was a kid. If my ma was around, she’d tell ya.”

“I’ll bet she didn’t regret raising you, though.”

“Nah. She would go on and on about how proud of me she was whenever she answered my letters. I don’t doubt that the minute I meet my kid for the first time, I’m gonna be nothin’ but proud of’em. ...I-if I ever wanted one, anyways.”

You bit back the grin on your lips. “Of course. It certainly doesn’t sound like you want one, not at all.”

“Good, ‘cos I definitely don’t want one right now!” Python insisted, nudging your shoulder. “You hear me, woman? I don’t want anything to do with a brat, at this particular moment in time.”

“I heard you, dear.”

“As of this exact moment, this period of time, this present day, I do not under any circumstances-”

“I got it, Python, I got it!!” You burst out laughing, playfully pushing your husband away. “We don’t have to have a kid right now!”

And you didn’t.

It happened about six months later, which Python would later comment was exactly when he wanted to have one.

Even though the kid looked exactly like him, the baby absolutely had your temperament. Which was really bad- that little baby girl had him wrapped around her fingers before he knew what happened.

(He never really complained about that, though.)

[frickingnerd]

love at first sight

pairing: forsyth x gn!reader

a/n: this could've been called love at forsyth as well 👀

forsyth fell in love with you the moment the two of you first talked to each other

never before in his life had he met someone he got along with so naturally

the two of you liked the same things, you thought he was funny and laughed about all his jokes and on top of that, you were the prettiest person he ever laid eyes on! 

forsyth had never met someone as perfect as you. it was like you were made for him

like the two of you were made for each other! 

and yet, there was the possibility that you were already taken. that your heart belonged to someone else. that you had someone waiting for you at home. someone that wasn't him.

although he had just met you, forsyth couldn't stand the thought of you with someone else

he knew that the two of you just met, but he wanted nothing more than for you to feel the same way for him that he felt for you

he was completely smitten with you and he was praying to mila, that you felt the same… 

[devilrose]

Forsyth! Denise and I think that his armor should be decorated with forsythia flowers, and we each drew a different version of the same concept (here is Denise’s). A bit hammy? My full name translates to “warrior angel of the roses” and I can’t even count the number of gothic rose-themed objects that I deliberately surround myself with...

We thought of this because of how he has the Forscythe, a weapon which he named after him, and then we realized that it’s an exclusive thing to Sacred Echoes. But it felt Nintendo-canon, you know? Oh, it’s canon to us, which is the more important thing.

[nitetime-moon]

Congrats, we survived 2022! It's been a sorta good sorta rough year for me, so have a happy that I passed my finals Forsyth to cap everything off.

[starzoomies]

Be the change you wish to see in the world.

society lost its way when we stopped drawing our ships in the pose from the vocaloid song "magnet"

[pythons-bow]

Blacked out and made this 😭

Audio is from disventure camp by Odd Nation Cartoons

[midnight--capricorn]

cap i wanna hear more about the echoes death fic(s) i am INTRIGUED

To be fair the more planned-out of the three (sacred stones one included, which does have some planning and because both twins got killed it's more focused on the four renais cavs, though Fomortiis/Lyon necromancy does mean that the twins still get to be here, just that they're more like Vigarde- zombies with no will of their own) is the small-scale deliverance one, I have no planning for any wider implications with Celica's side, and if I decide I do not want celica to eventually step up to her duty then valentia is just doomed, because Alm decided to never level up defense and got hit by an armour knight in Desaix's fortress- where this fic diverges is the Deliverance still won despite Alm being dead, though with their leader dead it does take a hit to morale and eventually leads to Forsyth getting ambushed by 6-8 arcanists (and this is SOV nobody survives 6-8 arcanists with the max res of about 3 at the time)

Alm being dead is only vaguely mentioned, it's not even outright stated in the current plan (though I don't think I'd actually outright mention it until it goes to the celica-side idea).

With this idea, honestly I'm not entirely sure how to start it outside of Forsyth scouting ahead while everyone else hung back until either a signal of everything being clear or a fight occurring, with Python noticing that it's oddly silent, rushing to help, and being too late- Forsyth is already dead.

Later, Forsyth's ghost wakes up, not knowing he's dead for a good while, until he sees his own grave, mistaking it as python's, until he notices python is alive and via process of elimination realising that he's the one who's dead. Though I'm not exaclty sure what I'm going to do with Alm.

I rambled a lot there but I have ideas for this (that should probably be written down and refined further for both the sacred stones side of this and the sov side of this)

[fefuckability]

Qualifier 2: Shadows of Valentia

Feel free to comment and reblog with your reasoning!

[aimlessarchery]

19. A memory of someone they don’t see anymore

// this one got away from me a little tbh lmao?? anyway the inspiration for this one is the description of the Deliverance Hideout in SOV which reads as follows:

"A vast underground cemetery carved out of the earth. Within, commoner's graves lie next to those of nobles and even Zofian royalty."

Clouds hung heavy and gray in the sky on the day that the Deliverance lost Zofia Castle. Rain drenched their clothes and turned the ground to mud beneath their boots as they fled into the woods, down into the damp crypt that was meant to serve select teams of scouts as a hiding place—now meant to shelter the entirety of their forces. Clive took the lead in the march, ushering them all to safety with his head bent low. He works beside his men to prepare the space for the night—counting supplies, stashing weaponry, clearing out ancient stones to make room for weapon racks and bedrolls. Now he stands beside Python, the two of them brushing cobwebs and dust out of empty loculi. (Python tries not to think too hard about whether these shelves had occupants before, or where those hypothetical occupants may be if they aren't here, where they were supposed to be laid to rest.) In the flickering light of torches and lanterns, the golden sun at the head of the Deliverance looks…sallow. For the first time since Python has joined the force, he sees doubt openly tarnish the face of the shining noble knight. "Was real nice of 'em to clear out and leave space here for our rations," Python says dryly, wiping a hand against his pants in a fruitless effort to clean it. "Our new neighbors might stink to high heaven, but at least they're polite." Clive offers him a small chuckle. "Your optimism is admirable. And a bit surprising, coming from you." Python's responding laugh echoes sharply off the catacomb's stone walls. "Oh, no. Lemme be clear: this is miserable, uh, Sir." The honorific is tacked on as an afterthought at the end, as always. "I'm pretty sure I wrenched my shoulder sticking an arrow in one of Slayde's little friends, this whole place stinks of death, and I've got mud crusted in some unmentionable places. I'm just looking forward to finally getting some rest." "Your resilience, then." Another chuckle. And there it is, that overly polite smile that makes Python want to squirm away. "Thank you for standing with us, Python. Truly." The air is stifling suddenly, filled with dust and noble intent. Python grimaces, returning his attention to the loculi in front of him. Names are embossed along the lower edge of the shelf, the lettering somewhat obscured by age. Around the edges, draconic hands cradle them together—holding them in the Mother's arms. He runs a gloved finger along the raised edges, tracing what remains there.

An--- F-r---us, Duke of Lu--n- R--v-, Sh-p--d's Son No matter the circumstances of our birth, Mila's blessed soil reclaims all of us in the end.

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The catacombs lack the luxury of space required for any segregation of sleeping quarters. Bedrolls are laid practically from end-to-end of the inner sanctuary. Laid on his side, Python gets a distant view of the entrance. Clive leans against his lance—a pale, fixed figure in the dim light, staring out into the hall beyond. Python rolls over, turning his back to watch the rise and fall of Forsyth's breaths beside him in the darkness. Despite his complaints of exhaustion, he sleeps fitfully. The air is too stagnant. The stone is too cold beneath his side. When he closes his eyes, he dreams of the ceiling collapsing and burying them all as one.

[kalosbian]

Interesting factoid if class balance interests you.

In the first four Fire Emblem games, Armored Knights never increased their movement upon promotion, even when other infantry and mounted classes got increased movement upon promotion.

In the DS remakes, this was altered so Generals got a single point of movement which made them much more useful compared to the original game & one of the best showings for the class.

Conversely SOV kept Armored classes never gaining movement in any of their two promotions which combined with nerfing warp & removing the ring that increased movement led to Armored Knights as well as characters like Lukas, Valbar & Forsyth falling hard on the tierlists.

that makes a lot of sense, i do remember those guys consistently falling behind in my sov playthroughs