#saizo support

[artificidel]

'Return to my embrace, Ephidel.' Lord Nergal's voice echoes, 'return to the warmth of my love.'

The promise of it continues to be all too tempting.

Celephais 28.5/30HP casts Painless World on the party! [Roll: 14 - 4 = 10; Hit] Ephidel is inflicted with -6 dexterity for their next turn.

His arms surround his creation, long fingernails dragging up their limbs and almost consuming them entirely. 'To your Master, to your God.'

Yet, again the thought is cemented in Ephidel's mind that they can not fulfill his wishes. Not of their true god, not even to the illusion of him. In both, they were a failure. They did not deserve him; but his false-master was right about one thing.

Ephidel struggled back to their feet.

Ephidel does NOT sync with the vengeful spirit of Nergal

They were not meant to heal; made only to destroy. Pasithee herself had proven as much to the morph. And then that fire began to burn within them again, and with it, a will and desire formed on their own. Outside of purpose. Outside of loyalty and servitude. Outside of Lord Nergal or the church or existence itself.

Ephidel wanted to dismantle this illusion, not for the church, but to prove the inherent treachery Pasithee saw in them. To be the thief she had branded them as months prior. To snatch away what ever they could of her remaining happiness.

Ephidel staggered forward, Fimbulvetr coalescing in their grasp.

Ephidel 10/10HP attacks Celephais 18.5/30HP with Fimbulvetr at melee range! Heartseeker activates! [Roll: 7 + 2 = 9; -2.5HP] Post-Apocalyptic Savior activates! [Roll: 1, hit! -2.5HP, Celephais 16/30HP] ; Celephais is frozen! Celephais is unable to counterattack! Poison Strike activates! -1HP, Celephais 15/30HP

The tundra strikes true, and encases Celephais in solid ice. Ephidel would find Pasithee. They would find her and destroy her with hands made only to kill.

murder is a long-term investment

team theta | week three

[moeblob]

Did you know that I love these two men a whole lot cause I really do. (Inspired by a picture I took below the read more thing)

[randomnameless]

Sorry for this ask being a little out-of-nowhere, but in regards to Ryoma being jealous of Corrin's leadership skills, i do think there's more evidence in favor of Corrin being decently old when they were kidnapped than against; the afterlife section at the end of Conquest confirms that Corrin and Ryoma used to have full-on sparring matches together, meaning that Corrin was being constantly trained in how to fight while living in Hoshido, which would very likely only happen when they were in their early-to-mid-teens at the youngest, given how there's no implication anywhere in the game that Hoshidan soldiers start their training at a very young age.

The only thing that implies they do is Hinoka stating in her support with Camilla that she was 6 years old when she first started training to rescue Corrin (meaning the latter would also have to be 6 at the oldest due to being younger than her), but that line is a mistranslation; JP!Hinoka just states that she's been training to rescue Corrin for a long time.

No worries!

I know I ranted about FE16's lolcalisation, but FE14 takes the cake though - every single piece of intel seems to have been lolcalised.

With FE16 you can safely assume anything regarding Supreme Leader/Rhea was lolcalised to make one worse than she should to prop the other, but with FE14? Why the fuck did they need to lolcalise Corrin's age, which in turn creates this weird line from lolcalised!Ryoma ?

Corrin being older than what the loc implied would make more sense regarding the events that happened - granted, afair, FE14 doesn't reveal character ages or something?

[onyxedskies]

why did it just like. not at all process in my mind that saizo only has one eye

[voxmilia]

Intentionally went for ginger Asugi but ended up with some decently mirrored dopplegangers across the board

[fore-seer]

caeldori is the only fates kid who can pull off hinoka’s hair color

[zorua-adorable]

I just KNOW that Asugi makes these (mainly to piss off Saizo)

[almoststedytimetravel]

If.... If I retool sol master ninja sweep corrin to have the ninja talent.... I can marry her to Keton for hero....

Which means....

Which means I....

WHICH MEANS I CAN MAKE SOL MASTER NINJA PERI LET FUCKING GO!!!!!

[philialdevotion]

Punch Bowl - Niamh has never been the social butterfly, and definitely not during gathering likes these. She's much better at surveying things from afar, so when she recognizes that there's a place to perform such a matter, she finds herself by the punch bowl. Taking account the actions of others nearby, she decides to serve herself a drink - and meets eye to eye with someone standing on the other side of the table.

Niamh has to wonder the stranger's reason. Was she also here to examine the festivities from afar? Was she more interested in interacting with those with a like-minded approach? Or, maybe she just wanted a taste of the punch?

Fortunately - or not - Niamh decides not to be direct this time, giving the other a small nod of acknowledgement instead.

She takes a sip of the punch; she regrets it. The creases of disgust at the cloying sweetness which push her eyebrows down and her mouth in, bubble up at her from a surface the colour of plums festering with over-ripeness. It overwhelmes the senses: coats her tongue in some sort of preternatural film of flavour which gives the uncanny promise of not being able to taste anything else, ever. No matter what she ate now, she knew that the soaring notes of sugar would cut through it. Oh dear.

Glancing up, nose still slightly wrinkled, she finds that she is being observed. A face, or rather, a bright blue mask stares at her levelly, the painted colour framing a flash of bright red beneath. It is rather difficult to tell where the mask begins, and the human features end. Inexplicably, she feels a troubled sort of jealousy - as if to be looked at in such a way is a reproach.

But then she nods, and the shadows make the mask almost look sorrowful. They are two isolated wanderers - converging on the unlikely connection of a rather unfortunate concotion. That has to mean something. She will make it mean something.

'Hello'. Phila approaches, placing her glass down with overcareful attention. What sort of things are said at parties such as these? She is so used to the background; to be joined in it strikes her with a simultaneous sense of claustraphobia and expansiveness. 'I don't believe we have met, I am Phila, a flying instructor. What has brought you to the festivities?'

[splinteredash]

the new faculty members are strange, veyle thinks as she watches the newest black eagles teacher from a distance. her hands cling to the wall as she leans her head just far off enough that she can see him without him really seeing her.

lif was the scarier one out of the two. at least professor thrasir actually looked human, but all veyle could see looking at professor lif was a walking corpse. the chains on her ankles and wrists jingle catching his attention and her body startles as he looks back at her.

and for a split second their gaze meets.

draconic purple eyes full of warmth meet the cold eyes of a killer. the very same feeling of the corrupted in the lack of a proper heartbeat. it made her afraid. she turns away from him, running off before he could possibly approach her.

for now, she thinks that she might just stay as far away from him as possible. at least until she learned to deal with the throes of death sprinkled into his presence.

Lif squints at the papers he is meant to mark. It was not wholly by his choice that he earned his position as authority professor; his ability to intimidate his interviewer and display a domineering kind of leadership saw it granted. But in moments like these, between slowly painting over rich and highborn worldviews until they are as bleak as his, he learns to regret what he has. Evaluating others--judging them on their capacity to lead--dredges up the ugliness of the past.

He was a prince, once.

It used to be his duty to lead, to follow seminars like the ones he now speaks at. And looking back, that position was thrust upon him too--all due to the kind of person he was. Royalty. His owl feather wavers as it scrawls down the page, and Lif wonders if he should stop altogether. Who does he think he is, playing the role of the prince again? Alfonse is dead, he muses, and no amount of make-believe will bring him back.

During this brief, almost imperceptibly small window, one of his last remaining senses allows him to hear something.

He looks up from his desk, and catches the shimmer of amethyst. Then the girl turns, and he sets down his writing. Something isn't right. Or at least, he tells himself as much, so that he may justify rising from his seat and walking forward to investigate.

But by the time she arrives, not even the sound of her footsteps remains. She is gone: a phantom wandering into the setting sun. Deep-rooted doubt mixes with rational thought as his gloved hand hangs on the wall Veyle once touched. Lif knows she was just scared of how he looked, but he wonders if, deep down, there was another reason for her strange actions.

Did she know?

There are heroes with the ability to read souls, that much is assured fact to the Askran. But just how much did that short girl glance? His undeath is one thing, but if she could have possibly seen not just how he is in death, but in life? "... No."

Lif shakes his head.

That can't be it. He won't entertain the thought. It's best for him to just shut his eyes, turn around, and act as though he never saw her. If the problem persists, he reassures himself, he would deal with it then.

After all, death gave him the tools to silence that which should not speak.

[friedfriedchicken]

Daily Birthright Post day 6 but I skipped a whole month since I last played Happy birthday Kaze, I married your brother today

[moeblob]

In case anyone who follows me forgot or did not know. Good lord I love Saizo and bless him for finally getting an alt and also bless him for being the only reasonable adult once again (in the paralogues). This man suffers so much from the people around him and the fact even his alt isn't a vacation but more stress is really funny to me (and bad for him, sorry buddy).

Saizo Dislikers please leave it at the door I don't wanna hear it. I've read enough rude tags on my art of him to last me a life time. o7

[sieglinde-freud]

huge fan of how angry this alt of saizo (i dont think i can call it ninja!saizo given that hes already… yknow) is like i know hes always mad but they really turned it up for this one. he’s gonna look great making out with (read: being s supported with) mr happy go lucky spring!inigo i can already see it. theyll have matching tails. this is yaoi i think.

[rexcaliburechoes]

"perhaps i an simply a child at his mother's wake, wailing for her to return" SHURA'S B SUPPORT WITH MALE CORRIN DIDN'T HAVE TO GO SO HARD

[pheraesladyknight]

Isadora decides clearly he didnt need any help, and she wasnt about t sit here and let him bother her. It seems her chucking a carrot at him was enough of a message for the ninja not to draw any closer.

And this is you making up for lost time, is it?

Deep down? Yes, so much so. When Isadora saw Harken for the first time back in the academy prior to leaving she'd hope he'd some how come back to her senses. So to see an imposter do it much better than he ever--!

Ah... but does that make her any better?

Isadora narrowed her eyes, she took her basket in her hands as she stood. "Good day." Thats all he gets as the knight turns her back to him and walks off to put these vegetables away. Isadora's face said it all, as hints of regret suddenly make themselves clear.

( end )

⊱⊳ 『 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 』

( & 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚. )

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I thought S-Supporting Saizo would fix him but he only got freakier. I'd say more but also I still do like him. Saizo the Freaky

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