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deadchannelradio · 3 days ago

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my fanfiction abortion morgue is gaining another jayroy victim that is not long enough to clean up for ao3. this was going to be a very long and meandering noodle about in the river that is jason's mental health and trauma and relationships of all types and healing and the asexual/aromantic spectrum (not that that's the verbage jason would use or language hes even aware of) and low sex drives all that beautiful muck and mire but i have not put a single word on it in well over a year now. so i'm letting her go. be free little fish.

They’re better now, anyways, better than they ever were before. Jason had a crisis a few months back, stopping himself from reaching reflexively for his phone to give Dick a call about- nothing important. And then he had realized that he had reflexively gone to call Dick about nothing important, and had gone and stared out the window for 15 minutes, trying to work himself into a different, less horrifying conclusion than the one gathering in his brain like an avalanche. Roy had come home in the middle of it, taken one look at his face and dropped his bag on the floor with a thunk.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Who died?”

“I like him,” Jason said, somewhere between incredulous and horrified. “That cunt, that motherfucker- he made me actually like him-,”

“Who?”

“Dick!” Jason had shouted. “That piece of shit, I want to spend time with him, hours out of my actual human life that I can’t get back-,”

Roy had proceeded to laugh in his face for a solid ten minutes, positively gleeful about Jason’s horrible emotional crisis. “He does that to you, man,” he said once they’d settled in, still chuckling as he cracked open a can of soda, posted up on their couch with Ethiopian takeout in his lap. “One minute you’re sitting there thinking oh my god, this guy, he’s so loud and annoying-,”

“And he never fuckin’ stops moving,” Jason groaned from his spot laying on the floor below him. “His body or his mouth. And he chews loud, he’s obnoxious on purpose, and he’s a model and dated Kory but half the time he dresses like something a goodwill dumpster threw up-,”

“Have you seen his new shoes?” Roy asked. “I dress like dogshit, man, but those things-,”

“Wally got them for him,” Jason said, and then immediately slapped his hands over his face, horrified that he knew that. Roy laughed again. “He’s constantly in your fuckin’ business! Constantly! Last time I saw him he knew the social security numbers of the baristas in the coffee shop I’d been going to-,”

“He gets enabled,” Roy muttered, shoveling injera into his mouth.

“He gets enabled!” Jason said. “Everyone enables him! I enable him! And god, his fucking- puns, man, his quips, we’re all guilty of it but this is a fight, not comedy hour, and even if it was you’d get booed off the stage-,”

“He texted me what he said to Mr. Freeze two weeks ago and I wanted to eat my phone,” Roy said. “It’s amazing no villains kill themselves after he hands their asses to them, I would be humiliated.”

“He sucks!” Jason snapped.

“He sucks,” Roy agreed. “And then you look around one day at your life-,”

“And you go oh shit, I think this motherfucker’s alright!” Jason mimed hitting himself in the face with Roy’s abandoned house slipper. “Fuck! What’s fucking wrong with me?”

Roy laughed at him, again. “Dick Grayson Derangement Syndrome gets us all in the end,” he said. Jason curled a hand around his bare ankle, and Roy looked down to smile at him, the smallest touch making his whole face bloom open like a rose. Jason had to look away from it, wanting to say: stop. No. You know I’m not enough. You know I’m not like you. You know I can’t give you enough.

He’s been wanting to say that a lot, these days. Toss Roy off the sinking ship with a lifeboat before he has to wake up one day, years on, and realize he’s wasted years with Jason, who can’t love that loud.

He wanted to call Dick about it, which was another horrible realization. Hi big bird, I’m having boy problems. Dick would probably tell him that it means more that Jason has to try, that wanting to try for it is selfless, makes it more significant, which is the kind of thinking that lands a motherfucker in bed with Barbara Gordon, who is enough like Jason to warrant a comparison, but not enough to call her and ask what he should do. Babs loves like the Bolton Strid, and sometimes Jason isn’t sure he loves at all. Not like that.

Jason isn’t nearly as selfless as Dick is convinced he is, not deep down. Because he doesn’t want to let Roy go at all.

It’s late, well into the witching hours, and they’re laying in bed in what was formerly Roy’s bedroom but now holds them both, blinds cracked to let the streetlights through. Jason doesn’t like the dark. Roy’s threatening to buy an eyemask. Jason thinks it’s stupid to blind yourself to potential attackers. Neither of them have brought up going back to sleeping separately. Roy’s nose is pressed between Jason’s shoulder blades, breath humid through his shirt. Not asleep yet, but close. Jason’s books are proliferating on Roy’s shelves, his boxers in Roy’s laundry basket, garrotte wires coiled next to bow strings on the desk that has framed photos, past-Jason’s mouth a little white slash in the bar of orange streetlamp.

Something is clawing at the inside of Jason’s chest, scrabbling like a wild little animal. Trying to dig its way through his spine, into Roy. It hurts.

He shifts, turns over, pushes Roy over onto his back and rolls on top of him, propped up on his elbows to look down at him. Roy grunts, half-awake and confused, but takes his weight. He blinks blearily up at Jason, a crease between his eyebrows- Jason must look intense right now. “Jaybird?” he starts, quiet.

Jason knows this feeling- as all-consuming as it is- is fleeting. It’ll be gone in the morning, and he’ll forget it was ever here. He won’t be able to recall its bite until it comes back around again, like Halley’s comet. He should say something now, while he has it. While he feels it. So Roy can know it’s real. He just doesn’t know how to describe it.

“Jase,” Roy says, sounding more concerned, “Jason, what’s-,”

“Something in here,” Jason interrupts, putting a hand on his own chest, a thudding sound of muscle on muscle, “Wants to eat you.” God, he feels dumb. He’s not good at this, he sounds so much better in his head. His words come out of his mouth sour and curdled and stupid, there’s a reason he doesn’t try to talk about this shit-

Roy lights up, slow at first, then all at once, his face creasing up in his smile like old paper, following familiar folds. Jason feels his toes curl next to his calves, his feet pointing and flexing in excitement. Jason wishes he could make himself smile back, anything other than the dead-eyed concentration he knows he’s wearing right now, but the weight in his ribs is too real and too wild for that- if his teeth come out this might get literal. He wants to crack open Roy’s sternum with his bare hands, climb in like a contortionist and slam it shut behind him.

“Really?” Roy asks, small and soft and giddy. Jason nods, serious. Roy’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, smiling so wide his nose is wrinkling up, little inky lines in the artificial twilight. “Cool,” he says.

Jason’s hands spasm in the sheets next to Roy’s head. “Roy,” he starts, “Can I-,” stops. Doesn’t know what he wants. Maybe just to look at him until the sun comes up, just to watch the light turn his freckles from a smear in the dim to pinprick-sized marigolds. Maybe to go to sleep on him like this, the thunder of his heart under Jason’s cheek. Maybe he wants everything. Maybe he wants to be the greediest son of a bitch in Gotham.

“You can do anything,” Roy promises, and the sincerity in his voice makes the thing chewing on Jason’s lungs shake. “Anything you want. I’ll let you do everything.”

Jason drops his head against Roy’s chest with a grunt like he’s just been punched, unable to choke it back. He pushes himself up- Roy makes a quiet, sad noise, grabbing for him- and fumbles the bedside lamp on. He wants to see everything. Roy’s pupils are huge, even in the light he’s flinching from, irises that strange half-color, too dark for blue or green and too flat for hazel and too light to be brown. His cowlick’s sending his hair in every direction at the left temple, and he’s still smiling at Jason, like he can’t help it. Jason doesn’t know what to do, now that he’s here. A restaurant with an infinite menu. What he wants is strange, probably. Not how normal people want things, not what they want. Jason is off-putting, sometimes on purpose, frequently not, and he doesn’t know how this will come across. But Roy said he could have anything. Whatever he wanted. Giving up all of himself, for nothing. For free.

Jason should take it. Roy will stop him, if he needs it. He puts his mouth on the cowlick, not a kiss, tucks his nose into Roy’s hair and breathes in deep. The nothing-smell of hair that’s not clean but not dirty. Roy’s hands are pressing into his lats, his legs spreading and crossing behind Jason’s thighs, holding him there. Jason curls both his hands around Roy’s skull, presses gently, cradling his head- all of Roy is in there, somehow, and he needs to be careful with it. His skull feels too small to hold something so important, too fragile.

Jason drags his thumbs over his eyebrows, presses a thumbnail into the scar bisecting the left one- string snap, Roy told him, nearly took that eye out. Roy’s looking up at him still, and they’re close enough that Jason could count his eyelashes, if he wanted. He runs his fingers over Roy’s ears, feeling the cartilage, gently pinches the flesh of his earlobe, over the hole where he used to have gauges. He moves down to Roy’s neck, puts his hands around his throat, doesn’t squeeze. He feels it when Roy’s breath hitches. Roy shuts his eyes, swallows, his Adam's apple moving under Jason’s palms.

Jason bites him where his neck meets his shoulder, hard. He thinks about being normal, trying to make it a hickey- but Roy jerks hard beneath him with a strangled noise and that thing in Jason’s chest makes him hold that position until Roy stops moving, until the bolt of his jaw aches. He lets go, spit shining around the deep purple indents in Roy’s skin. Roy lets out a shaking breath, eyes still shut.

Roy already knows he’s an inscrutable freak, Jason decides. He’s going to do everything he’s ever looked at Roy and thought about doing, everything he thought might be weird that he’s ever refrained from. Roy won’t run.

If he does, well. Jason will chase him. Roy is the one who said he was locking Jason down, said nobody in or out. He can’t get too mad if Jason takes him up on it.

He presses his nose near Roy’s armpit. The sharp, live smell of his sweat in Jason’s lungs, muted by whatever axe deodorant he uses that always makes Jason think of a cold wet morning. He rubs his mouth over Roy’s deltoid, teeth dragging. Jason pushes up and kneels with his thighs on either side of Roy’s torso, picks up an arm, runs his hands over Roy’s bicep, digs his thumbs into his elbow. Puts Roy’s thumb in his mouth, tastes skin and salt, bites the draw calluses on his fingers, gentle. Does the other arm too, to keep it even. Roy’s breathing slow and even, looking at Jason again as he shoves his mouth into Roy’s wrist until he can feel the pulse against his lower lip. Roy’s trying to caress his face with that hand, can’t quite manage more than a brush of his fingertips against Jason’s ear.

Jason knows what he should say here. What he hasn’t been saying, because he knows it’s not the same as how Roy will say it, thinking that it will somehow be a lie because the meaning’s different. But it’s words, which are only stories. There is nothing in a story that is a lie, and no analysis that is wrong, with supporting evidence. Which Jason has, which Jason has always had. Roy at his right shoulder. Never wanting anyone else at his back. Saying to Dick: if there wasn’t Roy, there wouldn’t be anybody. The way they keep finding each other at the lowest of lows, facedown in bottles or looking down barrels of guns to see if they can spot the bullet. Standing there feeling stupid in the holes they’ve dug, pickaxes in hand, before turning and finding the other, just as deep as they are. Saying: gimme a boost and I’ll give you a hand.

Even if he doesn’t mean it in the same way, he means it. I want you, I want you, I want you. The inflection changes the meaning, but only by the barest degrees.

“I love you,” Jason says, and he’s not lying, because he means them, even if it’s not always how he thinks he should.

#my writing #jayroy #important to note that JASON'S thoughts on his position on the ace/aro spectrum may not be the most woke or whatever. THE AUTHOR (ME) think #that whatever jazzes your music is great and wonderful #Jason's thoughts are very complicated and he is dealing with a deep and wide trauma base and is not aware of the asexual/aromantic labels #this is not a “this is how YOU should feel!” this is a “how would a character w/o access to that type of language or emotional awareness #handle a situation where he has One Person who he does not know how he feels about just that he cannot let this person out of his life #and feels poorly because he thinks he is 'not enough' or 'does not feel enough' compared to that person? and is worried he will hurt them?"#& trusting and respecting someone enough to believe in them that they know the whole you and are making the choice to be in this #relationship with you with their eyes open and are okay with what they are getting and not trying to throw them out to 'protect them'#i at the time was having some real in depth thoughts about this stuff wrt the guy who i am now dating (he knows this)#and his position on these spectrums and my location on these spectrums etc. it kind of a little bit was a love letter to him.#anyways. it was going to be long and in depth and complicated and i just dont have room in my heart for long complicated in depth jayroy #at the moment. alas #i also then had my trans woman jason epiphany/sign from god and this was going to get EVEN MORE COMPLICATED #just not the threads i want to weave with anymore #if you read all these tags WOW

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cooldeltaworld-blog · 1 day ago

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Your post is littered with illogical correlations, hypocrisy, deflections, false accusations and willful ignorance.

I sure hope you can correct me using fact/logic, and not insult to my critical thinking.

Hubert and Petra B-Support

Yes? Merely showing a screenshot doesn't really explain your point? I mean, trying to bring Brigid freedom so soon after the Brigid-Dagda War would indeed cause problem simply because the population hasn't forgotten the war yet, or hasn't had enough time to heal from it. Trying to deal with population upheaval during a revolutionary war is not exactly a good idea.

Before you start making more flimsy excuses

How can they be flimsy if they are within the game script?

both Claude and Dimitri want to end the war peacefully despite Edelgard being a violent aggressor as opposed to Edelgard who refuses mercy and wants them dead in Crimson Flower.

I mean, nobody want war in their country, that's for sure, but if I have to look at the records (ie the game script), only Claude in Hopes ever goes to reach out to Edelgard with the Pact. Some might say that him trying to have the Alliance stay neutral during Crimson Flower is a politically move to not have war, but given it is Claude doing it, it may very well have multiple purpose given the situation. He is a schemer after all.

Dimitri... doesn't ever try to reach for peace? In Crimson Flower, he's an unreasonable boar who only want kill those he deem to deserve dying (Which seems to be a lot of people apparently), and in Hopes, he doesn't ever sit on the table of negociation to try and avoid further bloodshed. He only fights back.

Also pretty sure there is evidence somewhere that Edelgard has many time offered surrender for her enemy, but given the way this discussion is going (ie: You insulting me for some reason), I'm not even sure you would even bother to read it. You would just try to find a reason to insult me.

People like you aren't known for their intelligence. Your IQ is as abysmal as your taste.

What are you implying by that? That my people are stupid? What people are you talking about?

That's irrelevant to the topic of her not being threatened by the Agarthans.

They are the reason she has trust issues. Like Thales is disguising has her Uncle. Solon has a beloved librarian. She feels as she cannot trust anyone because they could be spies for Slitherers.

Why should the victims of imperialism play nice with their oppressor

Pretty sure the Brigid-Dagda War was initiated by Brigid and Dagda, not the other way around. Yes the vassalage situation can be quite bad, but it is also the consequence of the war that just took place.

and yet Edelgard is allowed to wage war without any care for bad blood? You Edelgard fans love to prattle about war and revolution until your precious blorbo is the oppressor. Then all of a sudden war is bad.

First of all, I do need to point out that doing a generalization of the "Edelgard fans" does not help your argument in any way because people are unique and different.

To reiterate Dimitri drags Faerghus kicking and screaming to give Duscur their land back.

Pretty sure he has to execute his uncle and you also have half of Faerghus going into a civil war against Dimitri.

Edelgard is too scared to do the same for Brigid.

Pretty sure she avoid a civil war by waiting just a little bit (A little bit being a few years time).

She's fully aware by the time she's at garreg mach and that it was the dirty work of the Agarthans. She should've spoken up for them like Sylvain did instead of adding fuel to the fire.

When? In what route? Verdant Wind and Azure Moon? She needs their help to see her war through. Crimson Flower? Same thing but she can now rely on Byleth and her tactical acument insted of the Demonic Beast and whatnot. It is a recurrent theme that Edelgard has to dirty her hand to see her war through, with the exception made of Crimson Flower because she can trust her Black Eagle.

Scarlet Blaze? She doesn't have them at her side anymore. The other route of Hopes, she goes in a Civil war in an attempt to get rid of them if I'm not mistaken.

A foreigner like Cyril gets told that it's okay for him not to follow the Seiros faith, Rhea helps Dimitri in reforming Fodlan and the gross ending where Rhea marries Byleth proves that shes not against criticism nor getting rid of crests, heroes relics and the nobility.

Cyril is also a child who is working when he should be learning about reading and math.

Rhea is not in a position of power when Dimitri is in control of Fodlan.

Silver Snow ending theme is Rhea seeing the error of her way and trying to do better to fix the mistake of the past. Otherwise, she is hellbent on keeping her place at the top of her ivory tower.

Irrelevant to Edelgard's racist double standards and your false claim that people aren't able to criticise crests and the current system.

I really fail to see how Edelgard is racist when wanting to release Brigid from vassalage in the most peaceful manner.

Also how is my claim is false? You never explained that.

Thanks for clarifying that. That totally gives her the right to play god and endanger her citizens to demonic beasts/s

Rhea also burns an entire City down and Dimitri like to stab a lot when he is in boar mode. I fail to see your point.

If the author's of Houses wanted to portray the Almyran invaders as rapists ( which would've been extremely racist ) then they would've done it the same way they did with the other characters i mentioned.

Hm. Fair point. I stand corrected.

Besides Leicester is working together with their enemies so I don't know what you're on about.

I don't either. I was just copying your tactic of sounding very vague so that I can in turn insult the person you are talking with.

I hearby declare that you are a Meatbag, and are very much alive.

I'm really bad with insult, can you tell?

With abysmal critical thinking skills like that it's no wonder you believe Edelgard is right.

At least not like you, that's for sure.

Edelgard claims that heroes relics and crests were creations of mankind that Rhea stole and that she deliberately split off the empire for her own goals.

Can I have a source for that? I don't seem to recall this part of the game.

The Agarthans are known for deliberately creating tragedies to create political instability and conflict

Heroes relics and crests stones are made out of Nabateans

Heroes relics, crests stones and the blood of nabateans turn people into demonic beasts

The Agarthans kidnapped Flayn to use her blood to create demonic beasts

Edelgard wanted to steal the crests stones for the same purpose

And she has gotten a heroes relic that was never recorded in anything.

Anyone in her position could've put 2 and 2 together that her initial view on history is and that the Agarthans are responsible for it.

Well I sure wouldn't have put the 2 ans 2 together, because then I would live a society that has their history distorted by the Pope who can put you out if you ask too many questions. Beside, my only source of information would be a racist old men who want an entire continent dead.

Yes …. that's my point. Edelgard is the one making the moronic statement that a leader being alive results into constant revolts by making that claim after she killed Claude in cf and told Byleth to kill her to end the constant fighting. I couldn't be more clearer if i tried.

Okay so now you are mixing two routes. In all the route except Crimson Flower, Edelgard ask, or tries to be killed because she know she would never back down

No, the opposite is true. Regardless of the results the war would've proven the value of crests and heroes relics, not how it's irrelevant.

And yet people managed to put reform on the system in place, probably because the war made it so that nobody with power was willing to push back on those measure and/or because they were dead.

Byleth has the sword of the creator, divine pulse, is the reincarnation of Sothis and is the deciding factor about which route wins the war.

Correct.

The Adrestian Empire is led by a dual crested emperor wielding a hero's relic, is backed up by the Agarthans and demonic beasts and turned herself into a monster just to have a major advantage against her enemies.

Nobody, or at least most people aren't aware of her dual crest, nor are they aware of the Slitherers existence.

Leicester and Faerghus has many nobles with crests and heroes relics, the latter which is highly devoted to the central church

Infact should Faerghus or the Central church win the war it would've glorified the seiros faith and crests even more. Not to mention a big reason crests are so important is cause its used to defend Fodlan, hence why it's so important for house Gautier to have a crest

That really depends on how those who have power seek to spin the story. As you have mentioned, the Church/Faerghus after the war could have very well gone all in with the Crest system, but they didn't, probably because it was never meant to work past a certain time/wasn't working anymore. For it to work, it would have required a big amount of Major Crest to justify its presence, which isn't the case when we get into the game.

As I have said previously, if nothing else, Edelgard war allows for those in power to pluck out those who would push back politically/legitimize their rule, which make reforms easier to put out.

They would've stayed in Fodlan if the victors actually valued the current system but they don't.

I don't understand where you are coming from. Can you explain?

Not to mention Hanneman was allowed to study crests to it's fullest and creates tools that allows commoners to be on equal footing with nobles with crests.

Yeah because Edelgard war allow to however is winning it to legitimatize their rule/pluck out those who would push back politically. After the war, this mean that there is a greater freedom of research because nobody is willing to 1) punish one the greatest researcher of that generation and 2) try to get in the way of reform, because they don't have much ground to stand on.

Still does not require a war nor prove how short sighted and ignorant Edelgard is for not being aware of all the problems the peasants face.

The Church would have sought to execute Edelgard for her heresy and/or would have sent assassins at her door step.

Also I don't get your second point? Yes Edelgard isn't aware of all the peasant problems. She is a noble. That's why Dorothea (And in Hopes, Shez) is so important to her rule and character, because she learns to address those problems.

Really? You forget things like poverty, lack of resources, unhealthy environment, no proper upbringing for the oppressed? How are you gonna run an entire continent for the oppressed peasants and not be aware of 1 of their problems?

By having people that are aware of this problem help you draft laws and measure to help the peasant. That's why Ferdinand, Dorothea and Shez in Hopes are important to Edelgard character/rule.

Didn't need the death of Edelgard to do so. Cooperation was on the table.

Yes it did. The Central Church would have pushed back those measure, Faerghus would have done the same to not have their existence revoked and Leicester... I don't actually know what the Alliance would have done. Bit of a wild card here.

Also I don't know where you got your quote from but I didn't write that. The fact that you reduce part of my post to mere sentence really cut some of the nuance I have put up in it.

I prove that Dimitri and Rhea work hard to reform Fodlan despite Edelgard's false accusations and you want to redirect that with irrelevant nonsense.

I don't see how you proved anything and I don't see how it is "irrelevant nonsense".

Fine, since you want to play that dense Edelgard hired the Jeritza long before Dimitri hired Miklan, hired Metodey to kill the students and her most trusted retainer is Hubert. So by the idiotic logic you're peddling this proves that Edelgard is wrong.

Yeah, apparently, killing people is bad. I don't know about you, but I heard it is bad, even illegal in some place.

No seriously you want to argue that Anankos is right cause Corrin has Peri in their army? Is Grima right cause Chrom allowed Gangrel and Walhart to serve in his army?

I don't see how the other game affect the setting of Fodlan, especially when they are more inline with the series trope than the political aspect of it all.

Give me a break.

...You know you can just walk away from this discussion and never speak to me again? Or even better, just block me. Solve the problem entirely, doesn't it?

Literally what does this have to do with anything?

As seen in Houses and proved in Hopes through the action of Byleth if the player choose to kill Jeralt, both Shez and Byleth works as Joker Card on the lords who hold them. Their presence allows for the war to progress in one direction or the other depending on their choice of faction. They quite literally allow the war not to stagnate.

And Edelgard is hellbent on killing Dimitri for defending his kingdom and wants to conquer Leicester despite having nothing to do with the central church

I think that in all the route in Houses, Dimitri has more interest in killing Edelgard that Edelgard does for him.

And her conquering Leicester would allow her to not get stabbed in the back the moment she doesn't look her way, or avoid a future war with them when she passes away and her successor takes power.

The church also being guilty does not absolve Edelgard of her similair crimes of dragging Brigid in her war nor oppressing Brigid. I condemn both Edelgard and Rhea.

Thing is you see, is that it is Petra action that lead to Brigid taking action in the war. Yes, she was spurned by the action of the Church/Imperial Army, but she is the one that went to her grandfather (Who is still the King in Houses) and convinced him of taking part in the war.

It's a miracle you're smart enough to use technology cause you couldn't miss me condemning Rhea if you tried.

Can we stop with the insult? It's kinda mean :(

The gross ending where she marries Byleth has her return to power and cooperate with the nobles enacting the changes.

Except that it is Byleth who holds the rein. Yes Rhea can use that to still maintain power, but if her S-Support is anything to go by, then it is likely not the case.

None of this proves that Edelgard is right and her war was justified.

...I thought Feudalism was bad? Are we not agreeing on that fact? You think we should bring back Monarchy and Divine Right? Because I don't know about you, but I think this is a terrible idea, for many reason.

Your response is horrible and you should feel horrible. You have achieved nothing but lowering my already low respect for Edelgard fans.

But I did nothing? You're the one who is insulting me and "my people" intelligence for no reason?

You're dismissed. We're done here.

If you want it to be over, the Block Button is right there. Use it. Have fun with it. It won't make you a worse person.

It's hilarious how Rhea and Edelgard fans go at eachothers throats arguing which character is the actual villain when the reality is they're both 1 cheek of the same ass.

They both hide truths and spread lies for their benefit ( with Rhea I'm specifically talking about her lying about Nemesis and the 10 Elites, not her rightfully hiding the truth about Nabateans )

Their both complicit in the crimes of their collaborators.

Refuse to use their power to right the wrongs of their territory

Extremely racist by supporting the oppression of other nations

Use defensless civilians as meatshields

And all in all they're both self righteous villains who are responsible for Fodlan's suffering.

While Rhea is responsible for halting advancement ( which is understandable but not okay ) and keeping crests and heroes relics in society Edelgard is responsible for the deaths of thousands by waging a war that wasn't needed since diplomacy was on the table.

#dimitri discourse #edelgard posting #edelgard positive #edelgard discourse

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