#this happened to me with brave tiki too

[xero-j]

This game really gets me sometimes...

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

Oh yeah there's DEFINITELY something wrong timeline-wise. Reading the scenes gave me the impression that Robin is somewhere post-Dragon's Table, pre-final battle, which just absolutely does not accord with him serving the "newly-crowned" exalt.

But I actually thought the Grima thing was mostly fine? Aside from the "vessel" language (no, they never refer to themself like that in Awakening, I’m pretty sure that the writers are relying too much on the fan wikis, but also "vessel" just means container; everyone's body is a vessel for their own soul, it works out), and the weird focus on Grima’s blood (which we KNOW is not enough; Validar is very upset about this, actually. He has Grima’s blood, too, but he can never become Grima because he doesn’t have Grima’s soul. Seriously, the blood thing is so played up here that it starts sounding like a euphemism asdghjkl. Just focus on the blood, Robin, and you don’t have to think about how your life is Grima’s dream and you’re becoming lucid.)

The thing is, even in Awakening, Grima talks about "Grima" in third person sometimes. (This is why I think they identify as Robin first in their mind. People keep complaining about FEH’s Grima alts all being called “Robin” but like... They think of themselves as Robin. They really do.) Yes, they say "I am the fell dragon, Grima," but they also say things like "All that remains is for you to become Grima, as I did." and, moments later, "The fell dragon and I are one!" (but then immediately after that, "And though my journey through time has diminished my power, the life force here shall renew me!" which is first person again. Because they are the dragon. The dragon is them.)

To be honest, I think a lot can be explained if we think of “the dragon’s grip” (a phrase used in Awakening and also in FEH’s Ever Two Halves Tempest Trials with Halloween!F!Grima) as being, well, metaphorical. Robin is not “possessed” in the sense of being taken over by another entity and puppeted around (that only happens in the Future Past when their future self does overpower them), but rather in the sense that a person can be “possessed” by powerful emotion. If someone is described as “possessed by fear,” it’s obviously understood that they are still themself, but they may be acting different because of extraordinary terror. Likewise, one might say that Robin is possessed by despair... living in the dragon’s grip... unable to act as their own person, caught up in the role of “the fell dragon, Grima.”

In any case... I don’t know any Japanese and therefore can’t speak on the Japanese lines in Awakening or FEH aside from what Google Translate tells me, but I definitely suspect that on the English localization side, they don’t really have any fans of Awakening on board... You know how we got Brave Tiki and Brave Chrom last year? Well, in Japanese, their titles were “Dragon’s Awakening” and “Awakened Justice.” Specifically using the same word as in “Fire Emblem Awakening.” Their English titles? “Fated Divinity” and “Fated Honor.” Which not only completely goes against the themes of Awakening (we’re DEFYING fate, people???) but... honestly makes it seem like they thought “Fire Emblem Kakusei” had been localized as “Fire Emblem Fates” (and to be fair, Fates IS a localization change... but from “Fire Emblem If”) And like, okay, it just feels like this change could not possibly have happened if they had even a single fan of Awakening glancing over things; it’s CHROM and TIKI we’re talking about. So, yeah, when it comes to writing about any kind of complex or nuanced detail of Awakening... I would guess that the people responsible for translating everything (at least; perhaps the writers themselves too, but I don’t know) probably don’t have a strong idea of what’s going on in the first place. 

yall know i take heroes for a grain of salt unless it suits my agenda,,, but man brave robin's forging bonds is all over the place

namely in how the whole grima thing is handled

it swings HEAVILY in favor of the "grima is possessing robin" angle yet it ALSO ties grima's awakening explicitly to robin's emotions, which, why would that matter if he's possessed?

the phrase "blood of the fell dragon" comes up a lot. also iirc first time a grima calls robin a vessel? grima sure doesn't in awakening itself (fp notwithstanding), and also only female grima does it??? either by intent or happenstance it seems that f grima is gunning for the possession angle where as m grima is more on the emotions angle

like there's dissonance going on about the plain text of the conversation ("grima will take control of robin") and the themes of the conversation ("this can be averted if robin maintains hope, and even the grimas could become robin again if they find it")

ok let me just. compile.

obligatory disclaimer: i am in HUGE favor of the reincarnation angle and vocal disliker of the vessel angle but only my fellow grima stans know that and i cant expect everyone to have in depth knowledge of my grima takes. i am gonna Try to be a lil objective here

tldr intsys needs to stop being apolitical and just PICK A SIDE within the grima trenches already. add to this the timeline confusion of depths of despair, yeah, Grima in heroes is very muddy.

ok so i took a whole BUNCH of screenshots and they're all in german because (points at map of where i live) but that tends to follow english closely. expect minor translation differences ofc

C Support

This one is pretty plain in just the grimas waltzing up to robin going "hey grima is gonna possess you one day lmao. get scared"

Choice quotes from this one:

1. Robin: W-who are you? No, oh no... Could you be what becomes of me under the fell dragon's influence?

2. F Grima: Know your place, mortal. You are nothing more than Grima's vessel.

Yah. I can argue abt the validity of heroes lore all I like but within the convo itself this is just plain text.

B Support

So this is where the first doubts creep in. F Grima continues her spiel about Robin saying that "Grima's blood flows in those veins without a doubt." I wont reiterate every single time someone does this bcuz Image Limit, but it is primarily F Grima and Brave Robin.

1. M Grima: The knowledge of what you really are will haunt you forever.

2. F Grima: That is all we had to say to you. Take our words to heart... other Robin.

Here we get into my preferred angle. Not only is M Grima saying that being Grima is Robin's true nature, but F Grima directly acknowledges that she and M Grima are both also Robin, which is an odd choice if it's just Grima possessing Robin speaking. Cuz then the person speaking would not, in fact, be Robin.

Then, when the two Grimas are alone and giggling at their rehearsed performance, F Grima says this:

1. F Grima: Maybe the created discomfort will be enough to awaken the Fell Dragon.

2. F Grima: Maybe soon, monstrous flowers of ruin will bloom from the sown doubt.

So this is getting into the logistics of how Grima will awaken (inevitably, of course /s). In Awakening itself, a read of Robin as the vessel would have you believe only the rite at the Dragon's Table is necessary to do so. Here, however, F Grima says it's Robin's despair that will cause Grima's return, which she has already sown the seeds for.

In fact, causing Robin to doubt himself to sooner awaken Grima is explicitly what the two Grimas approached him for. This is their goal! But why would that even be necessary if all that was needed was for Validar to brainwash Robin and drag them to the Table? No despair needed! Robin's emotional state is irrelevant in that scenario.

You can argue of course that emotional weakness would make it easier for Grima to take control of Robin,,, but that never comes up. It's always Robin loses hope = Grima awakens.

A Support

Here, Brave Robin mentions being of Grima's blood a whopping three times in a row before Chrom can cut in. The Grimas words weigh on his mind and he's looking for reassurance from his boyfriend.

Brave Robin: The blood of the Fell Dragon could awaken within me one day... Doesn't that scare you?

Chrom's response here is notable. (Images cut for the damn 10 image limit on mobile)

Chrom: The day could come, where I, too, fall prey to my own despair. But even then I'm sure that I wouldn't stray from the right path with you by my side.

Again, Grima is not framed as a possessive force, but as Robin's own despair and hopelessness. Chrom would have no ground to compare the two if the former was the case. How would you even compare your own depression with your friend being taken over by a hostile spirit?

This is the dissonance I was talking about.

S Support

Robin, emboldened by Chrom's support, confronts the two Grimas.

F Grima: As long as you live, the Fell Dragon can take possession of you at any moment.

Robin says he has the blood of the demon dragon with the weird as hell "those veins" line. Who says that??? Did yall forget possessive pronouns exist. Just say "my veins" dear boy

anyway.

Robin: It's true that the blood of the Fell Dragon runs through these veins. But that circumstance only calls for more discipline on my part.

Robin: The knowledge of my nature only makes me more determined to never betray my allies' trust.

Here we have both in the same speech! Here, whether he succumbs to Grima is entirely put on Robin and Robin's determination. As well, he says that it's "his nature." Like yeah, this could mean "his nature as Grima's vessel", but that would be a weird use of the word nature (in the meaning of personality and disposition).

Like, again, the focus is on Grima as a result of Robin's emotional state. The two are directly tied and correlating.

To end of, shrortly beforr the Grimas leave, Robin says to them

"Maybe you can escape the Fell Dragon's fangs and walk your own path one day."

Like yeah the literal meaning is again "maybe the robins can be saved from grima" but it can also be taken in a metaphorical sense of "maybe the robins can free themselves from the role of grima."

i'm just generally befuddled. i do like the thematic thread of "robin will never become grima if he keeps hope." but the possession stuff is so entirely literal. but then why - god i already said this.

Grima loving hours incoming! Feel free to skip i just love them.

The one upside for this, for my terminal Grima brainrot - Grima's motivations in this are so tasty to chew on. I mentioned before, the Grimas approach Robin with the intent of making him despair in the face of his inevitable destiny. But Robin doesn't, refutes them - he says that if he changed, so could they.

This is fascinating, cuz I think brave Robin terrifies them for this exact reason. He's just oblivious, he's the one who'll change, just see - yet he doesn't. He is the living proof destiny can change. Here we see again, Grima as hopelessness. They need destiny to be inevitable. Because then it's not a choice to be hopeless anymore. Things couldn't have gone better. What if Robin's bonds weren't meaningless trifles, though? It's a challenge to everything the Grimas had to accept.

But look around. This is Askr. People meet other versions of themselves by the dozen - with different fates and circumstances.

Grimas' reason to speak to Robin really just seems scared of change. The final take away from the S support for Robin is that maybe they can change too, after all. Grima is terrified of change! Of hope! Of becoming Robin again! Because then what was it all for? Why did they have to suffer so much? Isn't it unfair? Isn't the thought that you could've gotten luckier unbearable? Grima is my sopping wet meow meow, if you couldn't tell.

Grima fan hours over, back to complaining.

another layer of confusion for the setting of this is is... when is this robin from, exactly?

so brave robin is said to be the tactician of the "newly crowned" exalt, matching legendary chrom's time period. This gives us precisely two options, each with their own issues:

This Robin is from the two year timeskip after chapter 12, where Chrom assumes the throne after Emmeryn's death.

This Robin is from a post canon ending wherein Chrom becomes exalt for realsies (likely only viable for a Chrom ending).

The issue with the first one is: Robin wouldn't know that he's fellblood at this point? He starts suspecting it in chapter 13, obviously because the grimleal hierophant has his exact name and face, as well as Validar's attempt at telepathy. He'd have to be from after the timeskip if that is the case.

Of course, he could be hearing this for the first time from the Grimas. In that case, his reaction is extraordinarily mild. And his first words to them are "Could you be what becomes of me under the fell dragon's influence?" If he's hearing this for the first time, what a wild conclusion that is to make. Again, he'd have no clue he's fellblood, that this is even a scenario that could happen at all.

The issue with the second option is that Robin... would have nothing to be afraid of? He would have already confronted the self that became Grima and defeated it. At which point this whole forging bonds becomes an entirely redundant character arc that really would just be inferior to the equivalent moment in Awakening itself. Robin cites himself as proof that the Grimas could change, indicating a post-canon mindset, but then, why do their words initially get to him so much?

I don't think he'd just be second act Robin either - Chrom would've already been Exalt for two years at that point, which makes the "newly-crowned" comment odd.

All around I'm.. mildy disappointed with this one. As stated just now, it's a redundant arc that doesn't show us anything new about Robin.

Looking at Soren's - that one really took advantage of the Heroes setting to display Soren's growth as a character. The interactions between him and Ranulf were great and funny, and the way he opens up to his younger self shows that Ike's kindness affected him.

Corrin also got great moments with Gullveig. It was amazing to see a post-revelations Corrin who succeeded in ending a war through communication, and how she carries it forward into solving conflicts now, no matter how dire, by extending compassion to the summoned Gullveig. I haven't finished her own storyline yet, but I already liked seeing her interact with Azura and Lilith.

By comparison, this is a scenario that literally already happens in the game itself. It elaborates more on Grima as a metaphor for hopelessness, yet muddles the logistics of it by not committing to either option to what Grima is in relation to Robin.

All around. Love Brave Robin! Great outfit! He's very cute! Another win for gay marriage! His forging bonds? Mehhhh.

Despite the ongoing discussion of "What timeline even IS this??", at least Depths of Despair gave us something new in a bad timeline chrobin dynamic. this is heroes goddammit. get crazy with it.

i would literally kill for robin-idunn interaction you would not believe. could you imagine brave robin and spring idunn interacting,,,, i am crying just thinking about it.

FEH has done a great deal to really uplift Grima as a character and add more depth to what the game gave us, both in backstory crumbs and the motivation department, so seeing them fumble the bag here is just disappointing. Can they get their own lore together already?

[thesmpisonfire]

A Fundy and Tommy meeting, and neither of them knows how to express their feelings without screaming.

Its ends well, don’t worry. I’m after my second clown certificate

Tommy was alone in his tent. Not even Dream was around this time. He kept breaking logs, building "tiki torches" and trying his best to not look at the beach. It had passed 2 days already, and no one appeared, so they certainly didn't care. Ghostbur passed around the beginning of the day, now off to find a horse (Ghostbur remembered that Tommy had a horse, once. It made him happy, so he was after another one), but Tommy couldn't care less. Ghostbur also didn't appeared at his beach party.

Only Dream. Like always.

Maybe it was meant to be like that.

His pity thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone crossing the portal, his first thought being "Tubbo!". Tommy quickly brushed it off, Tubbo didn't care enough to visit him. "Ranboo?" Was his second guess, but he didn't hear the usual greetings, so it wasn't the half enderman. Then, it was set on "...Dream", as it should be in the first place. He sighed, quickly taking off his newly made iron armor.

"Hello, Dream.... Let's get this done alrea-"

Tommy turned around, looking to a very confused face that certainly wasn't Dream. Fundy was holding something in an picnic bag, those ones that kept the cold inside, some ashes in his clothes and a lil bit of the jacket more burned.

"I really don't know if I should ask about the 'Dream' thing, or why you put a fucking plank to people get to your portal." He kinda laughed, trying to brush of the uncomfortable mood.

Tommy went silent, holding his armor close and and walking away from Fundy. "If people want to visit me, they need to fucking prove it." Tommy said, bitter as he never was before.

Fundy left the picnic bag at Tommy's tent, watching the kid put his things in a secret chest. "Well, you are only making it easier to die. I fixed it after I crossed" Fundy smiled, proud of himself.

Tommy froze, turning back to the fox. "You did what?" Conflicted feelings were fighting inside of him now. On one side, he was angry that Fundy was messing with his ideas and plans. At the order, he was so happy. If Fundy fixed it, it was because he had the intention to come back more often, and Tommy was so happy with it.

"Fixed the bridge, we don't wanna people falling down in their way here, do we?" Fundy smiled at Tommy as soon as he approached.

Tommy was tempted to smile too, but he was seeing something off. This was Fundy. The scammer. The once traitor. The sly fox.

The voice in his head wasn't even his anymore, sounding too much like a certain masked man, filling him with doubt and fear.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Fundy looked like he just got slapped in the face, not imagining this reaction, specially out of nowhere like that.

"What? What do you mean, Tommy?"

"You must be after something, aren't you?" Tommy's words were filled with anger and resentment, the monsters in his mind talking for him. "What is it? Untouched forest? Mines still unexplored?" He slowly approached Fundy, pointing at his face.

"Tommy, I'm not after any of those things!" Fundy explained himself, now more worried than ever.

Tommy let out a dry laugh, looking around now. "So, it's because you fucking pity me, don't you?" He pointed to himself now, then to the picnic bag. "You even brought up a pity present!"

Fundy was just bringing some primecicles he and Ranboo had just made, but he couldn't spoil any of it. "Tommy, I'm not pitying you." He tried to reason, pitching the bridge of his nose. Patience, Fundy... The kid is messed up. Don't make it worse.

"Yes, you are! You don't care about me! None of you care about me!" Tommy walked away, laughing. “You all doesn’t even bother to visit me anymore!”

Fundy couldn’t be more confused. He was right there, visiting. What the hell was happening to Tommy?

The coder was a smart person, even if people tend to overlook it. Fundy noticed the explosion holes poorly covered up, the dull blue eyes, the beaten up clothes. He just didn’t want to address it in order to not make the atmosphere uncomfortable, but Tommy was really pushing up. Fundy and Tommy never had any boundaries in their fights, being pretty open about their sides, and things were starting to spill, hot and hurtful.

“Tommy, I am right here and...” Fundy got interrupted by Tommy’s outburst, tears forming at the corners of the kid’s eyes.

“YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME!” Tommy shouted, screaming loudly enough to scare a nearby bird. “NONE OF YOU EVEN MISS ME! YOU ALL LEFT ME ALONE!”

Even if Tommy was the one crying and shouting his feelings out loud, he saw the moment he messed up. Fundy’s ears flattened against his head and his tail went still. Tommy, the once brave and reckless Tommy, took a step back when he saw Fundy clenching his fist.

“Oh, you think people left you?” Fundy’s voice was low, a bittersweet smile now open.

Tommy was hurt in so many ways, indescribable ones, but Fundy wasn’t far behind.

Fundy approached Tommy, looking at the teenager in the eyes.

“Say it again.”

“...What?”

“Say it again, Tommy!” Fundy raised his voice, losing his limit. Neither of them was good with hiding their feelings. “Say again that people are leaving you!”

Tommy opened his mouth to repeat, but nothing was said. Fundy looked as hurt as him, and he was clearly not pitying the teenager, so Tommy was willing to listen

Fundy breathed in, trying to calm himself. “Tommy, you were the one who made that Christmas tree?”

“...No”

“Those discs you have right now, you got them alone?”

“No.”

“Did you built the tent alone?”

“No, but...”

“The very first day...” Fundy’s voice broke a little, but he quickly dismissed it. “You were alone here?”

“Ghostbur came with me.”

“Yes, he did.” Fundy sadly smiled, his voice a lot calmer now. “Who helped you with the beach?”

“Drea-”

“No.” Fundy cut him short, a hand on his shoulder. “That fucking bastard is the cause you are here. He basically forced your exile to happen. He was not helping, he was watching.” Tommy closed his eyes, his mind spinning.

Dream is a friend. Dream put you here. Dream has been good with you. Dream is a fucking monster. Dream cares about you. Dreams cares about nothing but the discs.

“Tommy... Who was here with you, helping with the beach?” Fundy’s voice was soft, as he hoped that he wasn’t pushing too much.

“Ghostbur, you, and Phil...” Tommy’s voice was so small, so broken.

“Yes, we were.” Fundy waited for Tommy open his eyes, which he did, tears stains in his face.

“Ranboo tries to visit you everyday, and I’m trying to do the same.” Fundy reassured Tommy, looking around. “But... Dream is always here, and we don’t want to mess anything and lose contact with you.”

Tommy blinked, pieces matching together. That was why his friends weren’t there? Because of Dream? That was why Dream was always there?

“Ranboo also told me about a beach party... That I never got the invite...”

“Dream said it was delivered by Ghostbur in your mails!” Tommy shouted again.

“We don't even have mailboxes in L’manberg, Tommy! How we could have received mail?” Fundy snapped back.

Tommy felt like everything was falling apart again, revealing a not so pleasant truth. “He... He could have slipped under the doors... or...”

“Tommy. There were no invites.” Fundy held him by his shoulders again.

They went silent, Tommy’s eyes darting around while his whole reality was shaking. “But... Tubbo hates me, right? He destroyed the compass.” He sounded lost again.

“It was my fault.” Fundy mumbled, not looking at Tommy. “He died and... I should have been faster when picking up his stuff, a creeper ended up exploding it... The compass broke. But Tubbo still have it, even if it doesn’t have the needle anymore.” Tommy felt like crying again.

But Dream said...

Dream was fucking lying.

“I know he doesn’t visit you... He is scared that you hates him.” Fundy confessed. “That’s why he came when you weren’t around.” He played with his jacket, looking at the portal’s direction. “Tubbo misses you, man.”

Tommy angrily cleaned his tears, looking at Fundy. He pushed the fox, not as strong as he was thinking. “Stop lying to me!” He shouted, trying to push Fundy again. He felt Fundy holding his arms, and he didn’t have the strength to fight back. Tommy was still crying, not knowing in who to believe.

Dream was there everyday for him, he have Tommy gear, he was the only person not pitying Tommy- Tommy had so many other friends coming over, he had received things because his friends wanted to help him- Tommy was alone- Tommy was not alone.

“I am not lying, Tommy. I wouldn’t do this.” Fundy freed Tommy’s arms.

“You are always lying...” Tommy mumbled.

“Not about this.” Fundy was serious, Tommy could hear in his voice.

“Then... Dream lied to me.”

The fox just nodded, feeling that talking would interrupt Tommy’s line of thought.

Well, he didn’t expected Tommy to silent walk away, come back with a trident while walking towards the beach, and throw it away with the most angered, betrayed, heartbreaking scream Tommy had ever made.

Fundy approached Tommy, who was sitting on the sand, face hidden in his hands. Fundy hugged him by the side, rubbing his arm a little, and Fundy couldn’t stop the memories back at the L’manberg Independence war. Those cold nights where he, Tommy and Tubbo had to spend up on the walls, watching over for enemies. The two would always end up sleeping on Fundy’s shoulders, one with his jacket and other with his tail around. Wilbur gave up on scolding them for their lack of self care in sleeping on the job after some time, and just started to do the watching himself. Easier times that would never come back .

“I will fight him back.” Tommy said, looking up and sniffling.

Fundy smiled, seeing that small spark in Tommy’s eyes. “We are already planning something at our front” The fox got up, cleaning the sand in his clothes. “I’m not telling you what because its nothing set but... We just need you to be strong for only a little bit more.”

Tommy weakly smiled, still sitting on the sand. “I can try-”

“Nope. Cut of this ‘try’ shit.” Fundy was harsh, but he knew Tommy, the boy still had that fire on him, it just needed to grow. “You, Tommy Innit, Big Man...” He saw Tommy chuckle, and kept going. “The guy who learned ‘The green bastard will die’ in 6 different languages just to piss off the enemy, and also the most brave person that I know...”

Fundy put a dirt block on the ground, stepping on it. “... Will you keep going strong?”

Tommy got up with the help of Fundy’s hand, smiling again for the first time in weeks. “I will be the strongest.”

“YEEEEAH!” Fundy pulled him over the dirt block, changing places and looking up to Tommy, smiling widely when he saw the shine back to his eyes. “Let’s kill that fucking bastard!” Tommy cheered, thinking about his secret room, about his compass, about his friends, his family, his home.

They heard the portal, someone crossing it. They looked at Niki and Ranboo, both of them with a cake on their hands. “I think I just missed something.” Niki smiled, and Tommy had to stop himself to run in her direction. “Sorry for the wait!” Ranboo said, approaching them. “But Niki lives in the woods now, its sooo far away and-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Tommy cut, and he meant it.

They all sat on the table at the beach, never talking about L’manburg once, instead just laughing and enjoying the sunset.

Tommy was going to fight.

And he wasn’t going to be the loser again.

[milkytheholy1]

Apocalyptic love: Chapter 5: Two-year celebration

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The witty banter between you and June continued on as you lightly pushed each other with the tips of your shoulders. You loosely made your way down the streets of New York, heading over to Times Square where the Saki ceremony was happening. June wrapped an arm around your shoulder, dragging you into her hips as she laughed away, something about her husband and a holiday gone wrong in Hawaii.

"And then Bernie, poor soul, thought he could do better than the guy that worked there! Ended up setting the whole roof on fire! I told him not to grab that tiki torch, but he said 'Women, ain't nothin' that I've never handled before'." June imitated her husband, her frame becoming bulky and stiff, her voice deepening. You cackled along with her, weaving in and out of crowds, the symphony of brass deathless when you were talking with her. June's laughter faded out, the air surrounding you both becoming more melancholy.

June held a warm smile, you could tell she was trying to be brave, put up a front. Her smile faltered as she spoke, "God rest his soul, I'm just happy he didn't have to live through this."

"Would he have complied?" you asked. You faintly remembered Bernie, always emitting a hard-work ethic but seemed to like his downtime just as much, he was often seen catering to his small garden allotment on the roof; grew the biggest carrots you would have ever seen! June looked towards you, eyes visibly watering but she drowned the feeling, "Honey, he would have fought until his dying breath. My Bernie never believed in a world like this, he wouldn't take it sitting down. He was the bravest man I'd ever met."

June's lip began to tremble, her gaze faltering to the cracked concrete of the street. Thinking quickly, you grabbed her hand and tightened your grip around it. She flicked her gaze back to you, copying the smile you sent her way, "You must miss him a lot," you tried to whisper, almost forgetting you were amongst a large crowd. June shook her head, "I miss him every single day, but he's never too far from me." she tapped her fingertips against her heart, feeling the beats of the organ in time with her patting.

What a wonderful way to look at things, you wish you could do the same. But I guess, unlike June, your parents were taken from you by another human being, not a disease. "He was a good man," you spoke, June squeezed your hand again, "The best," she mused.

As you approached closer to the main stage, your eyes travelled along the roster of goons the Foot had corralled together. Rocksteady, Fishface, Tigerclaw. The moment you laid eyes on him, you instinctively pulled your hood up, hiding your face from his beady sight. June looked at you then back to the stage, leaning in closer, she whispered to you: "Have some sort of run-in with the cat?"

You simply nodded your head, suddenly finding the ability to talk useless. A deadly assassin such as himself would be able to pinpoint your voice from a mile away, and you had barely escaped the last time you had seen him. The crowd gathered in small clumps, dispersed along the front of the stage and way out into the distance. Huge screens were built into the skyscrapers, a HD image of the Queen of the Foot flickering onto the screen. Her smile seemed rotten, the way her eyes squinted under the harsh lights seemed rotten, hell, even the way she walked seemed rotten.

This woman was parading around her dead master, the same guy who levelled New York and killed thousands, as though it meant nothing to the people he had killed, the lives he had taken. Besides her was a tall picture of Oroku Saki, no helmet, no scars. It was like you were at a funeral for a celebrity, although no one knew him personally they all showed up to pay their respects. But I guess, in this case, it was either show up or be sent as some freaky test subject to the eternal hell pit under the Foot tower.

Speaking of crowds, you had never seen so many people in New York, since the bombing anyway. On closer inspection, many members were from gangs, and more so just Footbots sent to watch over any civilian that found themselves brave enough to stand up. The light tapping echoing around the buildings caught your attention, as it did for most others. Karai beamed at the people gathered below her, where they belong she mused, "People of The Foot Empire, today we celebrate the life of Oroku Saki. A mentor, a leader...a father. He was taken from this world far too soon, still wanting to make an impact before he died, he made me the new leader of the Foot. I took the mantel with the utmost respect for his work and the legacy he leaves, something that I hope to do just as good as him."

The Footbots patrolling around the crowds suddenly become alert, eyes glowing a brighter shade of red as they seemingly vanished from the crowds. You had thought you saw one go inside one of the many buildings, but you weren't certain. June nudged you with her elbow, indicating with her head that you should be paying attention to Karai. Begrudgingly, you focused your concentration back on the spoiled brat, brain-melting from all the lies.

You knew what you saw when you stormed the Foot labs, all the poor people locked in cages, oozing green. You remembered the tapestries littered along the walls depicting the Foot's rise to the top, the very man they praised wielding swords drenched in blood. You remember sneaking into a museum of some sorts, held every sort of memorabilia from The Shredder. What scared you the most was the silver gleam of his helmet, apparently the only physical thing left of him, or so the engraving beside the glass case said.

You shook your head of the thoughts, focusing on the muttering crowd and angered Karai. Funny, was her face always that red? Her hands were braced against the podium she stood at, occupants closer to her could see the strain she was putting on the wooden slab; splintering under her fingers. With a harsh glare and smack to her armed guards, she roared into the microphone: "What's going on!"

The spotlights pointed at the stage flashed off, the Foot clan no longer illuminated in a godly light. Karai once again turned to her guards, Tigerclaw seemed alert while Rocksteady and Fishface lounged in their plastic chairs. "Footbots to m-" the microphone cut out, ending Karai's sentence, a small sigh of relief flooded the crowd. She continued to rage on, her voice just loud enough to reach your ears. Two Footbots approached her side and stood guard, for what? You weren't quite sure but you were definitely happy June dragged you out now.

Without warning, two thin lengths of rope dropped down from the skyscraper above the ceremony. Its cords wrapping around each bot and yanking it into the air, never to be seen again. Karai turned back to see her guards gone, her head flicked upwards, internally screaming when the two bots clanged together against the broken windows high above them. Tigerclaw stepped further on the stage, a gun raised in his paws, with a quick bark Rocksteady and Fishface were by his side, weapons cocked and ready to fire.

The air was quiet, most people had scattered, not wanting to be caught up in a gunfight. You had stayed, obviously, if the Foot were going down you wanted to be there. June had watched the scene transpire with you, her mind telling her to run but her legs stayed stationary, "(Y/N), we should get out of here." she uttered to you. You shook your head 'no', opting to push her to safety, "I can't stand here and do nothing, I need to fight."

June reached out a hand and gently rubbed your cheek, a small smile gracing her lips, "You're just like my Bernie," Her hand on your cheek fell to her side, she quickly embraced you in a hug, forcing all her love onto you like you were her own child, "Unlike Bernie, come back to me, I can't lose you both." she whispered into your ear. Pulling back, you gave her a firm nod, "I promise, now go!" your hands dragged out the further she stepped away, eventually, your hand was holding nothing but air as you watched her run with a small group of civilians.

At least she's safe you conceived yourself. You made your way closer to the main stage, weaving and ducking through rampant crowds and loaded Footbots. Hiding behind a trash can, you continued to watch the show in front of you. Every mutant was surrounding Karai, all consistently rotating around her in case the attack came from any direction. Yet they failed to look up.

"Booyakasha!" came a voice from above, loud and full of life. Three silhouettes dropped from some grappling hooks, each bearing a weapon aimed at a member of the Foot. A fourth silhouette dropped from the sky, landing purposefully onto Fishface, sending the mutant unconscious instantly. "Who's next?" he spits out, sais held tightly in his fists. Your eyes widened, these guys were actually going to attack the Foot? And they said it could never be done you internally laughed to yourself.

"Karai, a few years ago I would have said this isn't you, this wasn't your path...your family." one of the men said, his head seemed to be bowing down. Karai looked bemused, a devious smirk on her lips, "Well, Leonardo, I thought you were dead. But I guess like my father, I should never assume, huh?"

"Karai, I'm not the same teenager that would let this shit slide. You have to face consequences at some point, the people of New York didn't deserve this. You're just as, if not as, bad as The Shredder. You had a family, a home, Splint-"

"Don't you dare say his name! That man was a fool, he killed my family not Saki! As long as you and your brothers are alive, New York will continue to suffer!" her arm flew out, indicating to the remaining guards to attack.

The Footbots on the streets moved with an accuracy only seen in movies, blades slashing streetlights and banners, jumping and blocking people from escaping. You watched in horror as a small boy hunched over his sister, backing slowly into a corner while a Footbot dragged along a pointed blade; the concrete sparking under its weight. You didn't want to know what the heinous thing was going to do with it, instead, you ran, your ran as fast as you could. Launching from the ground, your grappled onto it's back and rammed it into the side of the brick wall.

You dropped to the ground the moment it's head banged the concreate, rolling to a complete stop in front of the two children, "Stay behind me," you commanded. They whimpered but did as you said, eyes tracing the ninja in black, it's blade was pulled out and held high. Using that to your advantage, you sprinted over to it, dropping to a skid before it could slice your form. Sliding under it's legs with ease, you quickly turned and delivered a kick to it's back. The bot stumbled forward, a hand gripping the wall to keep itself steady. While it was recovering you snapped the blade from it's hand and shouted to the children: "Cover your eyes!"

They complied instantly, the brother shunning his sister's vision while she did the same to him. You wielded the blade above you, bringing it down with force as it collided through the bot's torso. It's body sparked, blue fluid leaking out of it as it cluttered to the ground. Dropping the blade with a clang, you dashed to the cowering kids. "Hey, hey, it's okay now. You're safe." your calming voice was enough to lull them into a false hope, they would never truly be safe while the world was like this. But hope is what people believe in and who are you to deny two children of believing in something.

Swooping them into your arms, you braced yourself for a moment, eyes scanning the environment surrounding you. "Hold on tight, okay?" you whispered to the kids, they nodded but you could feel their bones shaking. With an intake of breath, your trainers crunched against the raised gravel, dipping into indents in the wall to avoid shots. As you ran, you briefly looked towards the main stage, seeing the four silhouettes battling with Karai's mutants. They were shrouded in mystery, the heroes that is, you couldn't care less about the mutants; nothing but trouble they were.

Your eyes focused on the one wielding what appeared to be katanas, their fluid movements and light steps impressed you deeply, maybe when all this was over you should introduce yourself. You shook your head, there was no time to think about that now, all that mattered was getting these kids to safety then going to help your new best friends.

Dumping the children into the arms of a man hiding out with a small cluster of people, you told them to go south and don't stop running. They did as you said, holding hands as they went. You turned back to the stage, jogging up with caution. On your way, you dazed away from the fight, memories flooding your mind at the mere sight of the small card laying daintly on the ground. It seemed to illuminate with how clean it was compared to everything else around it. A Mother's day card.

It looked handmade, from the shaky crayon writing and backwards letters. A family of stick figures on the front all holding hands, surrounded by hearts. It brought you back to the times where you celebrated Mother's day, the breakfast in beds, the Jaws movie marathon, obviously followed by Die Hard after. The memories seemed to play like a recorded movie, flickering into the next year and the year after that. "Aw is this for me? To mummy, Happy Mother's Day to the best mummy ever! Lots and lots and lots of love, (Y/N), kisses." You felt the salty brim of tears swell up in the corners of your eyes, the quiver of your lip at the sound of her voice.

"Look out!" you felt the faint touch of a cold hand on your shoulder, though the feeling had quickly disappeared. The swish of hair as something travelled past your face stunned you for a moment, opting to take a look down you saw the remains of an active Footbot; one hand still outstretched. Lodged in it's chest was a blue-handled katana, spots of blue and red dribbling from it's bladed edge. Swivelling your head back to the stage you caught the stare of one of the silhouettes, from where you were you could faintly see the hint of blue in their eyes. Whoever it was had seemingly saved you from being Foot chow.

Your thanks would have to wait as it seemed the moment you shared with the mystery hero had passed, they continued to fight Tigerclaw with only one weapon in their hand. The glimmer and shine of the katana lodged in the Footbot's chest caught your attention, heaving the metal out of the torso was harder than you thought. Placing the bottom of your shoe against the creaking metal of the Footbot's back, you pulled the handle with all your might while shoving the torso closer to the ground. With a few stumbling steps, you held the blade in your hands, marvelling at the craftsmanship.

Your thumb wiped over the bloodied logo, revealing a symbol you thought you had seen from somewhere before, you just couldn't put your finger on it. Shrugging the feeling aside, you lifted the weapon and charged at any Footbot you saw, god this weapons heavier than it looks you moaned.

After a while, more bots surrounded you, each displaying a different weapon to crush your innards with. I wonder why they came to you, perhaps it was the constant screaming or the chaotic waving on the katana you held in a tight fist, maybe it was the repeated stabbing of one poor bot beneath your feet. Probably all three. Even though their eyes were emotionless you couldn't help feel the hate behind them, the evil stink-eye if you will.

Over on the stage, Leo swung again at Tigerclaw hoping to wear down the big cat, yet he seemed to have a lot of fight in him. His gaze however caught onto your small form in the distance, surrounded by Footbots and most likely inexperience at fighting, especially against robot ninjas. Calling over his shoulder to his youngest brother, Leo barked some orders: "Mikey, see that civilian over there! Go help them!"

Mikey followed Leo's pointed finger, smiling when he saw you. Quickly saluting his boss, Mikey dived from the stage with the grappling hook under his arm, "On it, boss!" he shouted over the fight. Too preoccupied with watching Mikey's shell bounce towards the fight, he failed to notice Tigerclaw whipping out his claws and pouncing over to the poor turtle. His shell hit the stage with a loud bang, he'd definitely feel that in the morning, if he made it that far.

"You get too easily distracted, young cub." in the two years since they last fought, it had seemed Tigerclaw had perfected the art of being an asshole. Leo wriggled from under him, trying his hardest to free his hands but Tigerclaw's grip only tightened. "You should have joined us when you had the chance, you are an excellent fighter, just like your rat sensei."

"You didn't know him..." Leo muttered through clenched teeth, his body a raging fire. Tigerclaw smirked at the aggravation, deciding to toy with his prey, "I knew he would fall, and the same can be said for you." Leo's eyes went white with ferocity, easily heaving Tigerclaw off of him and onto his back, "You don't know me!" Leo roared out, catching the attention of his other two brothers. The fight between the ninja and assassin continued on, each ducking and punching. Leo, albeit it with resistance, spared another glance your way. A sharp pain tugged at his eye, closing it as blood covered most of his vision anyway.

Tigerclaw stepped back with a wicked snarl, "That will teach you for losing focus!" his claws slightly green and red, threads of blue fabric stuck to the point of his nail.

You swung the katana around the circle, the pointed tip aimed at the Footbots, "You wanna go, huh? C'mon, bring it!" you jest. You may have looked calm and collected but inside you were freaking out, you promised June you would come back to her but there was no escaping this. A blur of green and orange blew past your vision, multiple bots falling like dominos.

"Booyakasha!!" he yelled, his nunchucks swinging around his form as he stood protectively in front of you. His shell every so often bumping into you...wait, SHELL? Finally giving him a once over you assumed he was a mutant just like Karai's henchmen, but he was good? Maybe he had ulterior motives, you know, save the people from the bad guys only to then take over the city and make it way worse.

"Haha, come get me you stinky foot!" he laughed, jumping on their heads like stepping stones, doing small tricks while he was in the air. Hey, you didn't say he had to be a mad genius to be evil. When he landed with a bow aimed at you, your hands simply clapped before your mind could catch up. Deciding to cut him some slack since he did just save your life, you outstretched a nervous hand to him, which he happily accepted. He waved your hand around wildly, you pray it didn't detach.

"Hi, my name's Michelangelo but most people call me Mikey, and when I say most people I mean my brothers. But I have a lot of friends too besides them, yeah! One's a gecko, oh, and another is a giant alligator; he's super rad, by the way. His name's Leatherhead, named by your's truly." he yapped away, talking a mile a minute, most not even processing in your brain. You pulled your arm back, having to interrupt him for answers, "Are you a turtle, by any chance?" it was a dumb question with an obvious answer, but you just needed to be sure. Michelangelo, or Mikey, closed his mouth in a flash, leaning heavily on the balls of his feet.

"Is that a problem? I just figured b-because of all the mutants on the street and stuff, people would be fine with-"

"Oh no, I'm...okay with it. After all, you just saved my life!"

"Well, it was mainly my brother, Leo, who saved your life. He was the one who saw you in trouble and sent me to help."

That's a nice name, Leo. Leeeeooooo. Leeeeeeeoooooooo. You definitely wanted to meet this guy in person. From over the crook of Mikey's shell, you faintly saw the black uniform of the Foot. Pushing Mikey away with your palm, accidentally smacking him a little, you jabbed the katana into the bot's chest; it's eyes going dark. Mikey wiped a bead of sweat forming on his forehead, "Phew, that was close. Thanks, dude/dudette."

"No problem." you smiled back. Mikey's head flicked to the main stage, his brothers already grabbing the rope they came in on and heaving their tired bodies away from the fight. It appeared they were calling for their younger brother to follow along, "Looks like you need to scadadle," you mused with a small smile. You gave him back the blade, "I think this belongs to one of your brothers."

"You should come with us," Mikey prompted, gripping the blue handle of Leo's katana. You pulled a funny face at him, dismissing him with a wave of your hand, "No, I couldn't, I shouldn't."

"But the Foot's going to be after you now they've seen you help us." Mikey begged, rolling out the puppy-dog eyes. To say this was the first time you had ever meet the small terrapin, you knew instantly that you'd fall for those eyes at the drop of a hat. Pretending to think about it, you finally gave and nodded to his request. Mikey seemed to do a little squeal and a small dance before grabbing your wrist and tugging you to an alley where he pulled out the grapple and aimed for the rooftop. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he sent you a small smile, "What's your name, by the way?" he asked.

The moment you opened your mouth to reply, Mikey launched the both of you into the air without warning. Your voice trembled and shook as you screamed out your name: "(YYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNN)!!!!!"

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This series is such hilarious family friendly tv series this is must see classic

Episode

The Brady Bunch Original Series

Season 1

Disc 1

S01E01 The Honeymoon

S01E02 Dear Libby

S01E03 Eenie, Meenie, Mommy, Daddy

S01E04 Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore

S01E05 Katchoo

S01E06 A Clubhouse Is Not A Home

S01E07 Kitty Karry-all Is Missing

Disc 2

S01E08 A Camping We Will Ge

S01E09 Sorry , Right Number

S01E10 Every Boy Does It Once

S01E11 The Voice Of Christmas

S01E13 Is There & Doctor In The House?

Disc 3

S01E14 Father Of The Year

S01E15 54-40 & Fight

S01E16 Mike's Horoscope

S01E17 The Undergraduate

S01E18 Tiger, Tiger

S01E19 The Big Sprain

Disc 4

S01E20 Brace Yourself

S01E21The Hero

S01E22 The Possible Dream

S01E23 To Move Or Not To Move

S01E24 The Grass Is Always Greener

S01E24 Lost Locket, Found Locket

Season 2

Disc 1

S02E01 The Dropout

S02E02 The Babysitters

S02E03 The Slumber Caper

S02E04 The Un-underground Movie

S02E05 Going, Going, Steady

S02E06 Call Me Irresponsible

Disc 2

S02E07 The Treasure Of Sierra Avenue

S02E08 A Fistful Of Reasons

S02E09 The Not-so-ugly Duckling

S02E10 The Tattletale

S02E11 What Goes Up..

S02E12 Confessions, Confessions

Disc 3

S02E13 The Impractical Joker

S02E14 Where There's Smoke

S02E15 Will The Real Jan Brady Please Stand Up

S02E16 The Drummer Boy

S02E17 The Coming Out Party

S02E18 Our Son, The Man

DISC 4

S02E19 THE LIBERATION OF MARCIA BRADY

S02E20 LIGHTS OUT

S02E21 THE WINNER

S02E22 DOUBLE PARKED

S02E23 ALICE'S SEPTEMBER SONG

S02E24 TELL IT LIKE IT IS

SEASON 3

DISC 1

S03E01 Ghost Town, U.S.A.

S03E02 GRAND CANYON OR BUST (2/3)

S03E03 THE BRADY BRAVES (3/3)

S03E04 THE WHEELER-DEALER

S03E05 MY SISTER, BENEDICT ARNOLD

S03E06 THE PERSONALITY KID

DISC 2

S03E07 JULIET IS THE SUN

S03E08 AND NOW A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR

S03E09 THE PRIVATE EAR

S03E10 HER SISTER'S SHADOW

S03E11 CLICK

S03E12 GETTING DAVY JONES

DISC 3

S03E13 THE NOT-SO ROSE COLORED GLASSES

S03E14 THE TEETER-TOTTER CAPER

S03E15 BIG, LITTLE MAN

S03E16 DOUGH RE MI

S03E17 JAN'S AUNT JENNY

S03E18 THE BIG BET

DISC 4

S03E19 THE POWER OF THE PRESS

S03E20 SERGEANT EMMA

S03E21 CINDY BRADY, LADY

S03E22 MY FAIR OPPONENT

S03E23 THE FENDER BENDER

SEASON 4

"DISC 1

S04E01 HAWAII BOUND (1/3)

S04E02 PASS THE TABU (2/3)

S04E03 THE TIKI CAVES (3/3)

S04E04 TODAY I AM A FRESHMAN

S04E05 CYRANO DE BRADY

S04E06 FRIGHT NIGHT"

"DISC 2

S04E07 THE SHOW MUST GO ON

S04E08 JAN, THE ONLY CHILD

S04E09 CAREER FEVER

S04E10 GOODBYE ALICE, HELLO

S04E11 GREG'S TRIANGLE

S04E12 EVERYBODY CAN'T BE A GEORGE WASHINGTON"

"DISC 3

S04E13 LOVE & THE OLDER MAN

S04E14 LAW & DISORDER

S04E15 GREG GETS GROUNDED

S04E16 AMATEUR NIGHT

S04E17 BOBBY'S HERO

S04E18 THE SUBJECT WAS NOSES"

"DISC 4

S04E19 HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS

S04E20 THE GREAT EARRING CAPER

S04E21 YOU'RE NEVER TOO OLD

S04E22 YOU CAN'T WIN EM ALL

S04E23 A ROOM AT THE TOP"

SEASON 5

DISC 1

S05E01 ADIOS, JOHNNY BRAVO

S05E02 MAIL ORDER HERO

S05E03 SNOW WHITE & THE 7 BRADYS

S05E04 NEVER TOO YOUNG

S05E05 PETER AND THE WOLF

S05E06 GETTING GREG'S GOAT

DISC 2

S05E07 MARCIA GETS CREAMED

S05E08 MY BROTHER'S KEEPER

S05E09 QUARTERBACK SNEAK

S05E10 TRY, TRY AGAIN

S05E11 THE CINCINNATI KIDS

S05E12 THE ELOPEMENT

DISC 3

S05E13 MISS POPULARITY

S05E14 KELLY'S KIDS

S05E15 THE DRIVER'S SEAT

S05E16 OUT OF THIS WORLD

S05E17 WELCOME ABOARD

DISC 4

S05E18 TWO PETE'S IN A POD

S05E19 TOP SECRET

S05E20 THE SNOOPERSTAR

S05E21 THE HUSTLER

S05E22 THE HAIR BRAINED SCHEME

The Brady Kids: Complete Animated Series

Disc 1

S01E01 Jungle Bungle, Part 1

S01E02 Jungle Bungle, Part 2

S01E03 Double Trouble

S01E04 Long Gone Silver

S01E05 Cindy's Super Friend

S01E06 Pop! Goes The Myna

S01E07 Who Was That Dog?

Disc 2

S01E08 It Ain't Necessarily Snow

S01E09 That Was No Worthy Opponent, That Was My Sister

S01E10 A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The End Zone

S01E11 Give Me A Home Where The Panda Bears Roam

S01E12 You Took The Words Right Out Of My Tape

S01E13 The Big Time

S01E14 it's All Greek To Me

S01E15 Marlon's Birthday Party

Disc 3

S01E16 The Richest Man In The World

S01E17 Wings

S02E01 Frankincense

S02E02 Teacher's Pet

S02E03 Marcia's Lib

S02E04 Ceiling Zero

S02E05 Who Believes In Ghosts?

THE BRADYS

DISC1

S01E01 Start Your Enginees/ Here We Grow Again

S01E02 A Wowing Experience

DISC 2

S01E03 Hat In The Ring

S01E04 Bottoms Up

3. The Patty Girl

THE BRADY BRIDES

DISC 1

S01E01 The Brady Brides

S01E02 Gorilla Of My Dreams

S01E03 The Newlywed Game

S01E04 The Mom Who Came To Dinner

S01E05 The Siege

S01E06 Cool Hand Phil

S01E07 A Pretty Boy Is Like A Melody

THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE

A VERY BRADY SEQUEL

A VERY BRADY CHRISTMAS

GROWING UP BRADY

THE BRADY BUNCH IN THE WHITE HOUSE

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A/N: Links to Chapter 1-3 posted at bottom of page!

Chapter 4

It had been a few days since Eden left Sids after they raped her.    She called out sick from work she couldn't face them.    The team was headed out to California and Eden asked if she could fly out and meet the team there.    They said that was fine.     Eden went out a day early and did some sight seeing.       It was nice.     The team arrived later that day.     She had just gotten finished eating when there was a knock at the door.    Eden goes and sees it was Sid.

"Eden please open the door." Sid says.

He had carnations her favorite in his hands and a stuffed Panda bear too.   Eden figured she might as well hear him out.    She opens the door.  

"What Sid?" Eden says.

"I am sorry for what I did to you the other day." Sid says.

"Oh you mean raping me when I said no." Eden replies snarky.

"Yes I am sorry baby.   It will never happen again.     Kris is sorry too these are from us." Sid says.

"Look let's just let by gones be bygones.   I  won't say anything about what happened.   I won't tell your secret." Eden says.

"Please baby.    Think about it.    We really do love you." Sid says.

"Okay I will think about it okay." Eden says.

"Good baby.    We love you and don't want to loose you." Sid says.

"I will think about it okay.   Now I just want to go lie down.   I am not feeling well." Eden says.

"Okay feel better." Sid says kissing her softly on the lips.

"Thanks Sid.   Goodnight I will see you at practice tomorrow." Eden replies.

"Okay baby." Sid says kissing her head.

Eden took the flowers and Panda and shut the door behind him.    She wasn't thinking about anything she was walking out of this and going to be with Chase.  

That was when her phone went off. It was Chase.

"Meet me down in the lobby." Chase texts.

"Wait you're here!" Eden texts back.

"Yup got a race here in Cali and then racing Phoenix and Vegas." Chase says.

"Let me change and I'll be right down." Eden says.

She throws on a pair of jeans and a black be brave shirt.    She then heads down to the lobby.

Chase was standing there waiting for her. She runs to him.

"Chase." Eden exclaims practically jumping on him.

"Hey princess." Chase says kissing her.

Eden kisses back not caring who was watching.

"I'm so happy you are here." Eden says.

"I am happy too I get too see my girl. Now let's go I have a special date planned just the two of us." Chase says.

They link hands and head out to them rental car. They both get in. Chase takes off towards San Diego.

"Where are we going?" Eden asks.

"You will see." Chase says smiling at her.

45 minutes later they arrive at the zoo.

"The San Diego Zoo!" Eden  says excitedly.

'Well I know how much you love animals especially pandas so I figured I needed to bring you." Chase  says.

They park. They then head to the entrance. Chase  pays for them them. They find out there was a bus called the Kangaroo Bus that would drop them off at various parts of the park. They get on the bus and it takes them to the first part of the zoo. The Australian Outback. Inside there they see the Australian Wander which was full of plants that come from down under, along with Camels, Koalas. Laughing Kookabura's, Tasmanian Devils and Wombats.

It was fun. They got to hold a koala, play with a kangaroo and ride a camel together.

Eden was taking all kinds of pictures.

From there they head into the Lost Forest exhibit,. There they see Bog Garden, Bonabo's , Fern Canyon, Flamingos, Ginger Garden, harpy eagels, Hawaiian pants, Hippo's, Mandrills, Monkey's, Okapi's, orangutans, Otter's and pygmy Hippos pygmy marmosets, Tapirs, terrace lagoon, and Tigers.

"I want a hippo for Christmas is one of my favorite Xmas songs so I love hippos." Eden says.

"They are intriguing animals." Chase says.

They continue on. They were holding hands and acting like a real couple and Eden was loving it. They then get on the Kangaroo bus and head to the nest spot for them. They then do the Panda Canyon, where they see Amur Leopard's, Giant Panda's red pandas and Takins.

"Pandas are my absolute favorite animal in the whole wide world." Eden says.

"I know now come with me." Chase says.

They head behind the habitat where they met a zookeeper. Chase paid extra for them to be able to play with one of the panda's. It was one of the Cubs born not that long ago. Also Eden was adopting it and could name it. Eden was having the time of her life. Chase had them take picture and a video. She ended up naming the bear Chase. Finally they leave.

"Thank you for doing that for me. I love it." Eden says.

"I am glad baby." Chase says.

That was when Eden ran to the trash can and threw up. Chase held her hair back. He also got her ginger Ale.

"Do you want to go home?" Chase asks.

"Nope I'm okay now." Eden says.

They then head to the Africa Rocks where they got to see and play with the penguins.

They head around the zoo seeing more different animals. They saved the best for last where Eden  got to see the polar bears another one of her favorites. It was neat to see them out playing. Eden  took more pictures.    Finally they headed to the gift shop and Eden got a few things. Chase got her a few things as well and they left.

"Thank you Clyde for a much needed fun day." Eden says.

"You are welcome Princes." Chase says.

"Our first official date." Eden says.

"And it's not over yet." Chase says.

They hop in the car and head back towards Los Angeles.    Chase heads to Disneyland and parks.

"Disneyland baby?" Eden asks.

"But of course. Have to take my Princess to the happiest place on earth." Chase replies.

"I love you." Eden says.

"I love you more princess." Chase replies kissing her hand.

He then gets out of the car and gets her door. Eden gets out and they head to Disneyland hand in hand. They head inside and   stop first at Sleeping Beauty's castle and have someone take a picture of them in front.   

They got a few different ones including of one of them kissing.   After that they head to start riding rides.   They  get on Alice and Wonderland, Astro Orbiter, Autopia, Big Thunder Mountain, Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters, Casey Jr. Circus Train, Chip and Dale's tree house, the Disney Gallery, Disney Railroad, The Disneyland Story presenting Great moments with Mr. Lincoln, Donald's Boat, Enchanted Tiki Room, Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage, Frontierland Shootin' Exposition, Gadget's Go Coaster, Goofy's playhouse, Indiana Jones adventure, It's a small world, Jungle Cruise, King Arthur's Carrousel, Mad Tea Party, Main Street Cinema, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Mark Twain Riverboat, Matterhorn Bobsleds, Mickey's house and meet Mickey, Minnie's house, Mr. Toads Wild Ride, Peter Pan's Flight, Pincchio's Darin Journey, Pirates Lair on Tom Sawyers Island, Pirates of the Caribbean, Roger Rabbits Car Toon Spin, Snow Whites Scary adventure, Space Mountain, Star Tours The Adventure continues, Star wars Launch Bay, Star Wars Path of the Jedi, Storybook land canal boats, Tarzan's treehouse, Dumbo the flying elephant, Haunted Mansion, Main street vehicles, Splash Mountain, Davey Crockett's Explorer canoes, and Sailing Ship Colombia.  

"I am hungry." Eden says after they finished riding the rides.

"Me too." Chase  replies.

"Let's  eat and then we can continue on." Eden  says.

"Sounds good.:" Chase  says.

They decide to eat at the Carnation Café.    They both get burgers and fries and milkshakes.    After they eat they head and do a few shows.   They do a Star Wars Character Experience and then they do Jedi Training.   That was fun they then meet fairy friends at Pixie Hallow and meet the Disney princess at Royal Hall. Chase took a few pictures of Eden. He got a her few things. He figured for Halloween she could be a princess and he would be a race car driver.

They  continue on and get on Animation Academy, Fliks Flyers, Francis Ladybug Boggie, Golden Zephyr, Goofy's sky school, Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission Breakout, Heimlich's chew chew train, it's tough to be a bug, Jumpin Jellyfish, King Triton's carousel, The Little Mermaid: Ariel's undersea adventure, Luigi's Rollickin Roadsters, Maters Junkyard Jamboree, Monsters Inc. Mike and Sully to the rescue, Princess Dot Puddle Park, Radiator Springs racers, Red car trolley, Silly Symphony Swings, Soarin around the world, Sorcerers workshop, Toy Story Midway Mania, Tuck and Rolls Drive em buggies, Turtle Talk with Crush, The Bakery Tour, California Screamin, Games of the Boardwalk, Grizzly River run, Mickey's Fun Wheel, Redwood Creek Challenge trail, Frozen at Disneyland resort, and Guardians of the Galaxy: Monsters after dark.

They then head and see Ana and Elsa's Royal Welcome, Frozen Live at Hyperion, Meet Olaf, and Meet the Residents of Radiator Springs in Cars land.

Finally, they head back to the car and head to Universal Studios.   They go inside and get on rides.   They ride on Harry Potter and the Forbidden journey, The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter, Flight of the Hippogrif, Fast and the Furious Supercharged, King Kong 360, The Walking Dead attraction, Despicable Me Minion Mayhem, Jurassic Park the ride, Transformers The ride, The Simpson Ride, Revenge of the Mummy Ride, Super Silly Fun Land, Sill Swirly Fun Ride, Special Effects show, Water World, Universal's animal actors, and Charter sightings.

They finish everything they wanted to do at the park before heading back to the car.

They then head back to the car and back to the track. Chase  had something special planned for them. He had it set up and ready to go.

"What's this?" Eden says seeing a table set up for two.

"Dinner for two baby." Chase says.

"Awww Clyde." Eden says kissing him.

Chase kisses back. He then helps her sit down.

He goes and heats up their food. He had made chicken parmigiana and noodles along with a salad. When it was done he sits it in the table and then takes his seat. They each take a piece of chicken and some noodles.   They then add a little bit more sauce to each before sprinkling it with parmesan cheese.   They put some salad in their salad bowls and add the dressing.   Chase pours them each a glass of wine.

Eden takes a bite of the food and then says

"Oh my god it tastes as good as it smells."

"Thanks.   The sauce is my mothers homemade recipe." Chase  says.

"Well it's good." Eden  says.

They eat and enjoy each others company.   Once they finished Eden helped Chase  clean up and put the leftovers away and load the dishwasher.

"The flowers are for you." Chase says to her.

"Thank you Clyde.  Carnations are my favorite flower and pink is my favorite color." Eden  says.

"I know baby." Chase says.

"So wha are we going to watch?" Eden  asks.

"Since  I know how much you love scary movies I have the Conjuring universe movies ready to go." Chase replies.

"Lead the way." Eden says.

Chase lead her to the game room.   They both sit on the couch as Chase turns on the Nun.   The movie starts.    Not even five minutes into it Chase jumps at a scary part.

"Damn." Chase says.

"You really hate scary movies don't you?" Eden asks.

"Yes I do.    But I will watch them because I know you like them." Chase says.

"Well I will keep you safe Clyde." Eden says.

"I know." Chase says as another scary part happens.

They movie went on.   Eden felt him get a little tense and knew he was scared so she leaned in a little closer trying to comfort him.   Chase puts his arm around her pulling her closer to him.  She leaned her head on his shoulder.  

It got to the part where the priest was buried A alive.    Chase started to shake.   That was one of his phobias being trapped someplace not being able to get out.   He was claustrophobic.

"Oh Chase." Eden says leaning in placing a soft kiss on his lips.

She would do anything at that moment to make him feel better.   She never experienced a man so vulnerable.

Chase kisses back putting his hands on each side of her cheeks.  Eden parts her lips slightly.   Chase deepens the kiss exploring her mouth with his tongue.

"Mmm." Chase moans deep in his throat.

"Mmm." Eden moans too.

"God Princess ." Chase says once they both come up for air.

"You are a good kisser Clyde." Eden says.

"So are you Princess." Chase replies.

  She looks deep into his eyes and sees a bunch of emotion swirling in them.

Chase leans in kissing her again pulling her all but into his lap.   His hands roam up the back of her shirt setting her skin on fire. 

"God Clyde take me to bed." Eden moans when he let her up for air again.

"God baby are you sure?" Chase asks.

"God yes." Eden says she wanted him so bad.

Chase picks her up carrying her into his bedroom.   He sits her on her feet closing the door.    Once the door was closed Eden pushes him up against it.

"Eden." Chase moans.

"I want you and I am going to take you." Eden says.

"I want you too." Chade says.

She starts to lift his shirt up placing soft kisses along his chest as she does.

"Fuck." Chase moans.

Once she gets the shirt up and and over his she throws it to the floor.

"You have the most amazing body Clyde." Eden says running her nails lightly down his chest to the band of his jeans.

"Thanks Princess oh god." Chase moans as she pops open the button and pulls the zipper down running her finger up his happy trail.

She works the jeans down his hips kissing his stomach with light fluttery kisses as she does.  Chase just moans.

She then works his boxer briefs down as well freeing his rock hard cock.   Eden licks her lips.  She places soft kisses on his stomach again before running her tongue down his happy trail.   She places soft kisses on each thigh before slowly taking his cock into her mouth.

"Fuck Eden." Chase moans running his fingers through her hair.

She sucks him in nice and slow running her tongue along the underside of his shaft.   She looks up locking eyes with him.   She keeps sucking him in and out of her mouth slowly.

"Fuck Eden that's it suck my dick baby." Chase moans gently pulling her hair as he starts to thrust.

Eden kept going slowly torturing him bringing him to the verge of cumming.

"God baby I am going to cum." Chase moans he didn't know what she wanted.

Eden gently starts to play with his balls never taking her eyes off him.

"Princess oh god." Chase moans as he cums hard down her throat.

Eden swallows every drop before slowly licking him clean.   She then slowly works her way back up his body pulling him in for a kiss.   She explores every inch of his mouth with her tongue letting him taste himself on her lips and tongue.   Chase slowly backs her towards the bed.  He breaks the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head tossing it.

"Jesus Eden that bra." Chase moans seeing it.

He pulls one strap down kissing her shoulder as he does.  Then kisses the other as he pulls that strap down.   He sucks and licks the tops of each breast peaking out from the cup.   He pulls the cups down taking one in his mouth running a circle around her nipple with his tongue before sucking on it gently nibbling on it bringing it to a peak.

"Clyde." Eden moans running her fingers in his hair.  

Chase moves to the other breast doing the same thing.   He slowly unclasps the bra pulling it off tossing it aside as well.    He then kisses softly down her stomach to the band of her jeans. 

He uses his teeth to pop open the button lightly nibbling on her belly as he slowly inches them down her hips and legs. Eden steps out of them kicking off her shoes.

"God baby those panties.  God so wet." Chase moans running his mouth over her pussy smelling her juices.

He then slowly works them down over her hips and down her legs.     Eden kicks them off.   He then slowly kisses his way up her legs placing a kiss on each thigh.   He blows cool breath across her mound as she slowly spreads her legs.   He runs his tongue up and down her slit before pushing inside starting to fuck her with his tongue. 

Not long after he started Eden gently pulls his hair pulling him away from her.

"Fuck me Clyde." Eden  says all but begging him.

"God okay baby."  Chase says kissing his way up her body.   He picks her up kissing her letting her taste her on his lips and tongue and gently lays her down on the bed.

"God please Clyde I need you inside me now." Eden moans.

"God baby." Chase moans as he gently pushes inside her.

"God yes." Eden moans as he starts to thrust gently at first.

He wanted to go slow letting her adjust to his size.   She was so tight and wet.

"Jesus Eden you feel so good.  Like a glove." Chase moans.

"God fuck me Clyde hard and fast." Eden moans digging her nails into his back.

Chase moves a little harder and faster.   Eden wraps her legs around his waist letting him go deeper inside her.

"Eden oh god." Chase moans going even harder.

"Clyde god that's it." Eden moans as he stretched her even further.

She throws her head back arching into him.  It felt so good.

"God baby I am not going to last." Chase moans

"Cum baby let me feel it." Eden monas.

"Eden sweet Eden." Chase moans looking deep into her eyes as he cums hard deep inside her.

"Clyde oh god." Eden moans shuttering as her orgasm rushes through her.

She cums with him feeling him coat her insides.   She just moans as her body shutters from the pleasure.

Chase kisses her gently on the lips and then the jaw and neck as they ride it out.   

"God Clyde again  I need you again." Eden moans.

She just wanted to feel that good again and not think about anything.

"Okay Eden but this time it will be nice and slow." Chase says.

"Please." Eden begs.

Chase starts to move again inside her taking it nice and slow.

"Eden god." Chase moans loving being inside her.

"Clyde god." Eden moans as he slowly builds her up.

"So close." Eden moans.

"Cum baby." Chase moans.

"Clyde." Eden moans as she cums.

"That's it baby milk my release." Chase moans as he cums again inside her.

They make love a few more times before Eden's eyelashes started to flutter.   Chase gets up.

"Where are you going?" Eden asks sleepily.

"Shhh baby I will be back." Chase says kissing her softly on the lips.

He goes into the bathroom grabbing a wash cloth wetting it with warm water.   He then comes over and gently wipes her down cleaning her.

He goes and tosses the rag in the hamper and then climbs into bed beside her.   She curls up to him laying her head on his chest.   Chase pulls the blanket up over them kissing her head as they both fall asleep.

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The next morning Eden and Chase woke up when the alarm went off.

"Good morning baby:" Chase says.

"Good morning, oh god." Eden says getting up and running to the bathroom.

She made it just in time to empty her stomach in the toilet. Chase was right behind her. She got her everything up. Chase then picks her up gently and carries her back to bed.

"Sorry baby." Eden says.

"For what?" Chase asks.

"Getting sick." Eden replies.

"It's okay." Chase replies.

"I need to go back. I have to change before I head to practice." Eden replies.

"Yeah I know. I am glad I was able to see you." Chase says.

"Me too I will try and make the race on Sunday." Eden adds.

Chase smiles. He gives her a few shirts from his collection. They then head to the car and head back to Eden's hotel.

"I will see you later princess. I love you." Chase says.

"I will see you later Clyde. I love you too." Eden replies.

They share a few more kisses not wanting to part ways. But finally Eden heads inside and up to her room. She showered and got dressed and then heads down to the bus. Once everyone was on they head to the arena. Eden goes and gets the exam room set up in case they would need it for anything. That was when she felt arms snake around her waist.

"Hey baby, I missed you last night." Sid says.

"Hi Sid. Sorry I was so tired. Still getting used to the time change." Eden replies lying.

She didn't know what he would do if he knew she was with Chase. She was scared of him. It sucked cus she had a contract and had to work with the Penguins until the end of the 2021 season. Even though she wanted to quit.

"I know it can take effect on you but you will get used to it." Sid says.

"I know. Don't you have practice?" Eden asks.

" I do but I wanted to know if you were doing anything after?" Sid asks.

"No I don't. Sunday I am going to the NASCAR race before the game that night. But nothing today." Eden replies.

"Okay maybe I can come to your room, we can order room service and watch movies." Sid says.

"Okay." Eden says.

"Good see you then." Sid replies.

"Is Kris coming too?" Eden asks.

"Nope just me this time." Sid says.

"Okay." Eden replies.

Sid kisses her and leaves to attend practice. Eden grabs a little something from the snack bar and goes and watches practice. Halfway through Kris took a high stick to the face and there was blood.

"I got it." Eden says.

Kris comes down the runway and into the exam room. Eden follows him in. Kris was sitting on the table.

"Damn that hurt like a son of a bitch." Kris says.

"Sorry Kris." Eden says dabbing the blood away with a towel.

"It's okay. Is it bad?" Kris asks.

"Yes going to need stitches but shouldn't keep you out of the game tomorrow." Eden says.

"Good." Kris says.

Eden stitches him up. Kris puts his hand over hers.

"Thank you. Sorry for the other day Eden. Are you okay?" Kris asks.

"Yeah I'm okay. And your welcome it's my job." Eden says.

"I know. Im still thankful for you." Kris says.

"I know. I don't know what's going to happen between us but I promise I won't tell anyone about you and Sid. I just don't think I can do this. It took me to moving away and being away from him to realize how much I love Chase." Eden says.

"I know I can tell. Look if you want out that is fine. I know you won't tell anyone about me and Sid but I don't know if Sid will let you go." Kris says.

"I know." Eden says.

"Did you ever love us?" Kris asks.

"I loved you Kris you never hurt me.   Sid in the other hand." Eden says looking down.

"I'm sorry he hurt you Eden." Kris says lifting her head up.

He leans in and kisses her.    Eden kisses back.

"God." Eden moans as she pulls away.

"Go lock the door." Kris says.

Eden goes and locks the door.     She comes back over and climbs into his lap.

"God." Eden moans as he shreds her panties.

"I like skirts." Kris says.

"God." Eden moans as Kris pushes up into her.

"Ride me pretty girl. You know you want to." Kris says.

"God Kris." Eden moans as she starts to move up and down.

"That's it pretty girl." Kris says grabbing her hips.

They needed to be faster. Kris took control of their movements. Eden bit her arm throwing her head back to keep from screaming out. Kris nips and sucks her neck as they move.

"Eden fuck." Kris calls out as he cums hard deep inside of her.

"Kris. "Eden moans out as she cums with him.

They ride it out and Kris picks her up off of him. He stands up and fixes himself.

Kris then kisses her head before walking out the door. Eden collected herself. She then cleans up the exam room and prepared it from the game tomorrow. She then heads out and gets on the bus.

Once all the boys were on board they all head back to the hotel. Eden goes up to her room. She changes into her new Chase Elliott shirt and a pair of lounge pants. She wasn't feeling the greatest. She was laying down when there was a knock at her door. She gets up and opens it. Sid was there with room service and flowers.

"Come in." Eden says letting him in.

"Thanks." Sid says kissing her cheek.

Eden shuts the door.

"What did you bring?" Eden asks.

"Chicken noodle soup and ginger ale. Because I know you said you weren't feeling good." Sid says.

"I am not." Eden replies.

"I am sorry. Well let's eat and then we can relax and watch something on Netflix or something." Sid says.

Eden nods her head yes. So far it was going okay and she wasn't afraid. This was the Sid she started dating. They ate the soup and Eden nibbled the saltines. She sipped the ginger ale. Finally they laid in bed and Eden turned on Netflix. She turned on Sweet Home Alabama one of her favorite movies. She started to think about Chase. This movie was the story of their lives. Sid started to kiss her. Eden kisses back closing her eyes. As they were making out Sid runs his hands down her body. He runs them down her pants and under wear rubbing her pussy before sticking a finger in.

"Hmm nice and wet for me pretty girl." Sid says.

"Yes." Eden moans. She was pretending it was Chase.

"Want me to fuck you pretty girl?" Sid asks.

"Please." Eden begs.

Sid slides her pants and panties off followed by his jeans and boxer briefs. He then hovers over her running his tip along her entrance.

"Soaking for daddy." Sid moans.

"God don't tease." Eden begs.

Sid pushes into her and starts to move thrusting hard and fast.

"Fuck baby." Sid moans as she moves with him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist letting him go deeper.

"God." Eden moans digging her nails into his back.

She still had her eyes closed pretending it was Chase fucking her.

"That's it pretty girl milk my cock baby get ready to take my cum." Sid moans.

"GOd." Eden moans she was almost there.

"Fuck Eden god." Sid moans as he cums hard pumping her pussy full of his cum.

"Clyde oh god Clyde." Eden calls out as she cums too.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Sid shouts slapping her.

Eden's eyes flashed open and she realized that by her fantasizing about Chase she called out his name.

"Umm." Eden says.

"Did you call me Clyde? Were you thinking about another man while I was fucking you." Sid screams at her.

Eden was so scared she didn't know what to say.

"Answer me you ungrateful ass whore." Sid screams.

"Yes I am so disgusted by you and how you treat me that in order for me to even attempt to have sex I have to think about Chase so I can get off." Eden screams out pushing him off of her.

She gets up off the bed. She was going to hide in the bathroom or something. She had her cell phone.

"You fucking whore. Don't you ever push me again or I will rip your hair out and choke you with it." Sid yells grabbing her hair pulling her back to him.

"Ow you are hurting me." Eden says.

"You think I fucking care. I hope it hurts. Remeber I am the only guy besides Kris who can cum in your sweet pussy. We are the only ones who can fuck you." Sid says.

"Fuck off Sid. I want out of this. I can't stand you. I fucking hate you. Get out." Eden screams turning around wailing out on him.

"You want to hit me bitch. I am going to show you." Sid says.

He picks her up throwing her back into the mirror glass shattering. He bashes her head against it not caring that it busted her head open. He then throws her down onto the floor throwing the mirror down on top of her covering her in glass.

"I will kill you before I ever let you leave." Sid says.

"Please I need help." Eden cries out.

"Fuck that bleed for all I care. If I can't have you no one will." Sid says as he kicks her hard.

Eden whimpers. Sid then leaves the room door slamming behind him. Eden still had her cell phone. It took everything in her to dial his number.

"Hey Princess." Chase says answering on the first ring.

"Chase help. I am hurt." Eden says.

"Eden? Where are you?" Chase asks panicked.

"Hotel Chase. Hurry." Eden says before she blacked out.

"Hang tight princess. I am coming to get you." Chase says.

You ever love somebody so much

You can barely breathe, when you're with them, you meet

And neither one of you, even know what hit 'em

Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills, used to get 'em

Now you're getting fucking sick, of looking at 'em

You swore you've never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em

Now you're in each other's face,

Spewing venom in your words, when you spit 'em

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments, when you're in 'em

It's the rage that took over it controls you both

So they say it's best, to go your separate ways

Guess that they don't know ya 'cause today, that was yesterday

Yesterday is over, it's a different day

Sound like broken records, playin' over, but you promised her

Next time you'll show restraint

You don't get another chance

Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again

Now you get to watch her leave

Out the window, guess that's why they call it window pane

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

[teaveetamer]

It was pointed out that in every batch of Fallen Heroes there's one based on a previous legendary hero alt, like Ike/Julia/Tiki with Grima being the exception since the two Grima alts came out around the same time together. I'd say the odds for Hegemon Edelgard are extremely high, with a less likely but still plausible Risen Chrom or Hydra-possessed Azura still on the table.

*raises hand*

Where the fuck is everyone getting “Risen Chrom” from again?

I mean I’m not saying it won’t happen or I wouldn’t want it to happen, but I see people here and on Reddit talking about a potential Risen Chrom thing and I just. Have no idea what basis that would have. Did I miss something in canon or do people just think it’d be cool? I guess F!Ike last year set the precedent for “characters that are never technically canonically possessed can have Fallen forms, too!” but still that was also Ike, the defacto most popular FE character pretty much ever, so of course they’re gonna give him as many alts as they can regardless of how shaky their basis may be.

Anyways I’d say among the four lord characters of Three Houses the likelihood of someone getting a Fallen this banner is probably like.

Edelgard>Dimitri>Rhea>>>Claude

Edelgard’s last alt (not counting the brave since people voted for that) was last April with her Legendary version. Dimitri’s was October with his Legendary, then we had Rhea/Seiros mythic in January and Claude legendary in February.

Ever since their crazy Camilla alt phase they seem a lot better at spacing out alts for really popular characters (I think the quickest we’ve seen a new alt was Dorothea? She was I think July of 2020 and then again in January of 2021 so that’s a good 5 months between her most recent alts). So I think Edelgard and Dimitri are plausible, Rhea is borderline leaning no, Claude would have to wait. (I also kind of don’t see Claude ever getting a Fallen alt just because... what would they even do with it?)

I think Edelgard is the most likely just because she’s a waifu and it’s been like a year since we last got any non-Brave Edelgard, but I guess Dimitri could be included too. I’ll also introduce the possibility of a Fallen!Byleth, probably M!Byleth since F!Byleth got the summer banner last year. Maybe they were corrupted or went mad from being trapped in the void by the Agarthans or something.

Though we’re assuming there’ll be guaranteed Three Houses representation on the banner, which isn’t exactly a given right now. It wouldn’t exactly surprise me since it’s their current money making darling but who knows.

Personally I’d like a Fallen!Dedue beast unit and Fallen King!Leo from the end of Birthright. Probably with Beastdue as a free unit (my poor orbs can’t handle +10ing two Dedues at once!) and Leo as an OP banner unit. Dedue is pretty much guaranteed not happening but it’d be cool, and Leo... Well I won’t say it’s likely but I don’t think it’s impossible either.

[af1899]

FEH - So, update notes for 5.9.0 are out

ICYMI, last night we got news on what's coming for the 5.9.0 software update for Fire Emblem Heroes, which you can check on this archived copy at Gamepedia.

But I want to comment on each point of interest right below and resume more or less all that's new as well as sharing my thoughts, feel free to continue reading.

First of all, the thing we all look forward to the most:

✨ R E F I N E S ✨

Who wouldn't be excited to see one of their favorite characters or that of someone else's getting a well deserved refine after a long wait? Us Micaiah fans are "eating well" lately, meaning that we're happy with the attention she's been getting, but the coming refine announcement is all we should probably read of her in a while:

Yes, you're seeing right, her Brave alt is getting a refine, I've been waiting to decide how I want to build her. 🥺 But hopefully it's good, I'm excited regardless.

As for the others, it was about normal, the other [CYL 2019] winners were also bound to get theirs around this time as well as some of the oldest Legendaries too, this time, Ephraim and Lyn got lucky with new refines, they both have received great remix upgrades overall but [Solar Brace II] for Ephraim is particularly looking quite better indeed, I have mine at +1 +hp collecting dust so I look forward to see what his refine will be otherwise if I don't like it enough and if someone needs [Atk/Def Solo 4] he'll have his days counted.

In a similar topic, Hector in his Legendary alt isn't getting a refine yet, but he's getting [Crafty Fighter 3] and an upgraded version of [Ostia's Pulse], which is slightly less restrictive but has a few extras to grant him an extra utility. He also gains extra inheritance value thanks to the former addition, both skills are easy to secure with the 4 available slots.

Male Kana is getting [Dusk Dragonstone] which is a direct counterpart to that of his sister's weapon, perhaps the effects at base and refine will be analogous, but we'll learn at the time of datamine, taking place soon after the update gradually rolls out this 9/2/2021 at 8:00 p.m. (GMT-3) so in about 3 days and 3 hours as of this post's creation date.

Next up, I want to cover our next batch of limited [Combat Manuals]:

This time, Soiree Nephenee and Flora are our 5★ choices, and they're actually good, but not so impressive.

For me... Flora means I can finally get [Atk/Res Solo 3] and [Quick Riposte 3] on OG Idoun (for context, she's my "skill unit", so I'm giving her every skill she can get) and Soiree Nephenee means I can finally merge her, which is so pog because mine is -spd and I quite like her:

It sure sucks, but it's not so bad, still, it's great I can finally patch it.

Again, I'll leave any appreciation talk for later, and I only have this version of her.

There's also Spring Saleh, the only noteworthy 4★ one who carries good skills and can also serve as merge for those working on him, but if you want my recommendation, try to secure Soiree Nephenee, her fodder is all right and she's a seasonal unit, if you also happen to be working on her, that means you can give her a free merge.

Asides all that, the following Legendary Heroes will now appear only in {Legendary Hero Remix} banners, the next should be coming some time in the middle of this month: Lucina, Azura, Tiki, Eirika, Marth and Hríd.

We're getting new [Memento Events] for [Heroes Journey] (the scenes with random outcomes you can watch when you get 100 [Memento Points]), we'll learn of them after the software update.

I didn't get all the possible outcomes in this event when it was around and didn't even know until last day that the three [Orbs] from the quests were daily so I missed 6 of them, what a drag, but at least I finished it I guess.

But speaking of it, I realized I've never given my insight on it, but so far I think it's an okay event with more fun interactions, rewards are quite nice and appreciated, but it has little play value making it less impressive and easy to forget (adding to the fact it'll run once in each month for 3 days), specially once you get all the rewards it's almost pointless to farm beyond then, but make sure you clear it once everyday when it's around!

Finally, just a random [Aether Raids] structure has its level cap raised by 1 as per usual and two weapons are getting one of their mechanisms fixed to work as intended (Nyx's [Ginnungagap] sure was more important though) but no news on coming music to the [Concert Hall] since months so 0/10 dislike unsubscribe.

It's overall a decently packed update but there's not much to be excited about, other than the refines for the [CYL 2019], as said before, I think it's most exciting to me, but that and the free merge on Soiree Nephenee are my only major highlights.

[jamr0ck83]

If Nobody is Racist, Then Who Exactly is Keeping Systemic Racism Going?

Everybody seems quick to insist that they’re not the ones who are racist.  So, then who is?  If it’s only the people you say, then why are we like this as a country?

Recently, someone with which I somewhat briefly attended grad school for education (And no, I don’t want to talk about what happened with that whole endeavor) posted the following image to their Facebook profile.

On its face, it seems like a completely reasonable and acceptable statement, and as such, it was generating some likes.  At the time I first saw it, I think there were 6.  But before I, too, submitted my approval of this image, I thought a little more about it, and its implications.  And I realized that I didn’t really agree with it.  I knew the person who posted it had no ill intentions, and I think they even found the image on the profile of another POC.  But the more I reread the sign featured, the more I was sure that it was not a true statement.  I knew that my stance was not going to garner nearly as many likes or other accolades as if I had posted a phrase like “Black Lives Matter”, which at this point, it seems like all reasonable people are able to agree that they do (or at least it’s the obvious appropriate thing to say in this moment).  I knew I might receive some pushback or criticism, and while that did admittedly make me nervous, I knew that I needed to speak up in this way and in this moment.  And I was willing to deal with whatever consequences came my way.  I decided it was that important for me to make a case for a diverging opinion.  So, I typed out the reply below and posted it.

I want to agree with this, but I'm not sure if I do. Please hear me out. It is entirely possible to be a Trump supporter and not be a person who has ever uttered a racial epithet or been otherwise explicitly or overtly racist. However, I do believe that there are degrees of racism, and if you're someone who has responded that "all lives matter" or "blue lives matter" when another person asserts that black lives matter, I would argue that you are on the spectrum of holding onto or entertaining some form of racist ideology. If you watched the video of George Floyd having his life choked out of him and then watched the footage of riots from that first night in Minneapolis and thought "It's a shame that guy died, but what they're doing now is uncalled for", this might indicate that you prioritize law and order (no matter how unjustly they are being enforced) over the life of a man whose only transgression was that he was black, and that, too, places you on that spectrum of racism. Racism isn't always waving a confederate flag and yelling at POCs to go back to where they came from. Sometimes, it's knowing that the politician you support will turn a blind eye to or even praise people who march around with tiki torches yelling, "Jews will not replace us" and wanting to vote for him anyway. Sometimes, it's hearing black people beg to have full access to the citizenship rights that are due them but deciding it's more important for you to vote for the guy who advocates for you to keep your semiautomatic rifle. If you are deciding that your wants (not needs) have priority over the humanity of POCs, then I would argue that you are on the spectrum of racism. And that demands some self-reflection. Complicity is part of what makes racism so destructive. What's the point of knowing better if you refuse to hold others accountable for doing better?

And then I waited.  I waited for blowback.  I waited for pushback.  I waited for agreement.  I waited for literally anything anybody might feel compelled to say.  But the only feedback I received was a single “like” whereas the post itself had garnered six additional since the posting of my comment.  So, people obviously disagreed with my stance but couldn’t bring themselves to make that known in any kind of direct fashion.  And frankly, that concerns me.  A great deal, in fact.  And there are a couple of reasons why.

Firstly, and this is something of which I was starting to become more aware even months before the death of George Floyd and these subsequent protests, white people are very quick to assert that they, themselves, are not racist.  They are also quick to assert that most people who look like them are not racist.  According to them, hardly anybody is really, truly racist.  But if that’s actually true, then why is this country such an absolute mess, and why have we been that way for centuries?  It’s as if the term “racist” is being reserved for truly egregious and over-the-top cases.  And everything else is just the way people are.  White people seem to have a very specific and narrow idea of what racism looks and sounds like, and that allows them to never truly have to consider whether they, themselves, might be racist.  Or if their family members are racist.  Or if the politicians they actively support are racist.  Under their definition of that word, it barely applies to anyone. And as a black woman who considers herself knowledgeable of both history and current affairs, I will confidently say that this is wrong.  

I have had people who cloak themselves under the banner of liberalism say some things to me that would make me raise an eyebrow if I knew at all how to move that particular facial muscle. And no, it’s not the times when the racial epithets and slurs are used that I feel compelled to do this.  It’s actually the times when I’ve made some sort of assertion about the impact of oppression on the lives of black people today, and I am met with sentiments such as “It’s not fair that we keep getting blamed for everything” or “You weren’t a slave, so the legacy of that institution doesn’t create any modern-day problems for you” or “Slavery ended over a hundred years ago, so why do you keep wanting to bring it up? Why can’t we all just move on?  Life is hard enough”. (That last phrase is a direct quote from a white woman who replied to something I said on Instagram regarding the role that white women have historically played in the role of oppressing black bodies.  She objected to my assertion that this is an issue that is rarely discussed, because dwelling on it would cause white women to feel discomfort, and that is in direct opposition to this silent societal code we all seem to follow that says that we must do whatever we can to prevent white women from feeling uncomfortable.  Ironically, she was shutting my argument down, because it made her uncomfortable.) Also, I’ve been told that the ways in which I have experienced oppression throughout my life just aren’t true, that I must be mistaken and that I am making something be all about race when it’s not about race at all.  And finally, I’ve been told the oldie but goodie “I don’t see color; I just see people”.

To the people that are brave enough to read this right now, I will submit to you that these statements and sentiments all reek of racism.  Every single one of them.  And every single person who uttered these phrases would have gone to the grave denying that they could be considered racist.  And sorry, people who made these statements, but this assertion by you would be wholly incorrect.  By so narrowly defining what racism is, we have given many people permission to absolve themselves from any responsibility for how it continues to thrive in American society. Nobody needs to look inward; nobody has to come to terms with any mindsets they might harbor that are truly problematic. And if nobody is willing to deal with anything or even acknowledge it, how are we going to change anything?  If we can’t even recognize and talk about what racism is, how are we going to put an end to it?  And the short answer is, we’re not.

My second concern is that, while it seemed like almost no one who saw my comment agreed with it, no one felt compelled to say anything, give any sort of reason for WHY they disagreed with it.  Maybe it’s because I’m black that they felt like they should just let me get on my soapbox and say what I needed to say, and that would be their form of allyship (even though at the end of the day, them doing this was just a dismissal of everything I said so they could go on with their lives, which kind of flies in the face of being an ally).  When these protests first started, I think many black people were reasonably skeptical about the degree to which we could rely on non-black allyship for the duration of however long we needed it.  We wondered if the outrage and fervor exhibited was sustainable.  And we wondered if white allies, specifically, were truly willing to endure discomfort if it would eventually lead to the advancement of our movement.  And I hate to say it, but I feel like the instance of this post about racism and who it applies to gave me substantial reason to believe that they are not.  The fact that there are people aligning themselves publicly to the BLM movement who are already seemingly unwilling to settle in their discomfort in order to be a more effective agent of change greatly concerns me.  It indicates to me that for some people (not all, but some) a lot of what’s going on right now is an exercise for them in anti-racism theater.  To put it simply and bluntly, they are not “in it to win it”, because “winning it” requires that they sacrifice more comfort than they are ready to do.  And while that’s certainly not everybody who calls themselves an ally, I worry that it represents a substantial number of people who we are currently relying on as allies who really aren’t.  And when they start drifting away from the protests and the posting of hashtags because this movement is no longer the fun, new thing we’re all doing, the people who remain are going to have to pick up the slack and work even harder to account for their absence.

To be clear, I’m not trying to knock anyone who wants to be an ally or make it seem like I want to nitpick at everyone and that there isn’t anything that any non-black ally can do that would truly please me.  If that’s what you are thinking now as you read this, I would implore you to reconsider. Because that perspective is one that stems directly from the notion that we are trying to hurt people’s feelings. It stems from this idea that it is our responsibility to make our white allies feel good about what they are doing right now so that they will continue to feel encouraged, or else they will walk away.  But this movement is not about pacifying white people’ feelings, whether they consider themselves to be allies or not.  We are not here to make you comfortable.  We are here to seek the justice that we are due.  We are here to seek the rights of citizenship that we have been routinely denied.  We are here to put an end to systemic racism.  Catering to allies’ feelings is nowhere on that list.  It’s not even a close fourth.  We need people to put their own individual feelings aside (discomfort, guilt, or whatever else) and help do what needs to be done.

And I realize this might be a harsh reality check, I do, because I know that many black Americans have spent a significant portion of their lives doing whatever they could to make white people comfortable.  During slavery, we performed their backbreaking hard labor so they wouldn’t have to but could still reap the financial benefits.  In modern times, many of us deliberately hold back a lot of ourselves in white people’s presence, because it’s always been an expectation that successful black people who have properly assimilated in the larger American society need to make sure that nothing we do resembles anything that might make them remember that we are not the same color.  For many black women, this means stifling their voices and hiding their frustrations, because nobody wants to deal with an angry black woman.  For many black men, this might mean being keenly and constantly aware of their physical stature and proximity to other people, because they don’t want anyone to find them intimidating in any way.  I think white people take these acts for granted because we’ve always done them, but they are not “just the way we are” or “just the way we like to be”.  They are a series of survival skills that we have been forced to adhere to, because to refrain from doing so would allow others to perceive as people they’d rather not deal with, if possible.  That means, we wouldn’t be the ones who get into the good school or get the good job or even get to keep our lives.

I have been deemed a quiet person my entire life, and while some of that is due to my genuine introverted nature, the majority is supplemented by the fact that, in most situations, if I am given the choice between being the quiet and unassuming black girl who nobody really has a problem with or the more vocal and passionate black woman that asserts herself but then has to deal with the consequences of nobody really wanting to be around her, I choose the former.  And I started choosing it at a very young age; I was definitely still in elementary school.  It starts that early.  Because we know that early.  We know that this country was not designed with us in mind unless it was to depend on our labor or our ability to entertain.  We know that the system is literally rigged against us in such ways that, if we were to inform white people of all those facets of oppression, they would accuse us of being paranoid.  Actually, that is precisely what happens when we try to tell people about our experiences of being black in America.  There are a lot of people out there who are masterful at gaslighting and being utterly dismissive of our struggles.  And that is a response that is literally for the sole purpose of driving the other person to the point of insanity.  So, for the most part, we stopped telling you things, because you weren’t really listening, anyway.  And we realized that, if we were going to make it in this country, then we really did have to work twice as hard, be twice as amiable in demeanor, and twice as resilient. Was that fair, for that to be put on us? Of course not.  But we shouldered that burden.  Because what was the alternative?  So, we did it, and we’ve done it fairly quietly for a very long time.

But we’re tired.  And we’re angry.  Because no matter what we do, people keep killing us for little to no reason and then justify it to say that we must have done something to deserve it. “Well, you should’ve known that wearing a hoodie makes you look threatening.”  “A toy gun could look a lot like a real gun, so that’s an honest mistake on the officer’s part.” “Oh, wait.  You were minding your own business sitting in your apartment when somebody shot you?  Well, were you really living beyond reproach and therefore entitled to keep your life? You sure you’ve never done anything wrong? Don’t you smoke weed sometimes?”  These are the ways people have justified our deaths.  And I would argue that all those statements and sentiments are couched in racism.  All of them. None of it is okay, and it all needs to end.  And we need everyone we can get to commit to joining us in this fight.  But if you’re really going to sit there and maintain the party line that racists are really few in number and that you, the non-black ally, don’t need to consider the ways in which you might harbor some racist ideology, then you’re not ready to be an ally.  And you can’t help us.  And you won’t help us.  Because as soon as things get a little less trendy or a little more uncomfortable, you will prioritize that over our humanity.  And that, in itself, is pretty damn racist.

[crystalelemental]

“heavenlyfury: Not about bitching, but really, I don't mind seeing some characters getting many alts. I like Camilla and Corrin, so yeah, every new alt brings a smile to my face. Plus, with Fates having most of its cast in Heroes, I feel it's justified. For other games... Not so much. Like, couldn't they have done an Harmonic duo with Katarina and Sharena, for instance? Or heck anyone really. Tiki just doesn't sound very creative (but that's an argument you could make for Fates too).  So like, I kinda understand people who complain but at the same time... Let people enjoy their fifth Micaiah and their tenth Corrin damn it!”

I should specify that the point of this post was that it’s stupid to complain about “Too many alts” for a character, when there are plenty in every bracket.  Also that I’m especially salty about hearing shit like “Micaiah has too many alts now” at her whopping 4, but not a sound about Ike getting his fifth like weeks later.  Micaiah and Eirika get so much shit for no reason.

“alphakuriboh: I wouldn’t count the Tikis and Robins and Corrin’s together since the male and female/SD and Awa are fairly different characters as opposed to Camilla just being Camilla or the fairly short time between the two Tellius games for those.

I’d also wager a bit that the hate on Micaiah and Eirika (one of which is much more recent then the other) has more to do with other factors. With Micaiah it’s Tellius and the duo being awkward. With Eirika it’s more at the time (and even still but not quiiite as much) she and Ephraim are like the only two from that game who’ve been allowed multiple alts and as opposed to Awa/SD/Fates generally larger casts in Feh, it’s a noticeable percentage. 9/35... so a quarter of the Stones cast in FEH.

The hate is still stupid and people need to chill, but I do think there’s more to it then just “ew more Micaiah/Eirika.” I will also say there is an insane amount of hypocrisy tho when it comes to certain cases. You didn’t see anyyyyyyyone bitching about Lyn number 6 when she dropped. Or about Ike this year. The biggest faves are alllllllways exempt from the bitchfest.”

I wouldn’t necessarily either.  At least, not the Robins and Corrins, because there’s still that male/female split, even though they’re pretty much exactly the same.  But Tiki is the same character.  Sure she changes from Shadow Dragon/New Mystery to Awakening, but that’s the same exact person.  Like, we don’t consider Young Marth a completely different character from Marth just because he’s baby.  I think the Tikis could absolute count cumulatively.  I, personally, don’t.  But it’d be justifiable.

See, it’s not other factors though.  Tellius hate would mean people were mad when Ike dropped around the same time, but no one was mad about that.  It has nothing to do with Tellius.  The Duo being awkward is fine, because I don’t like it either, but that translating to hate for Micaiah and an argument that she has too many alts is ridiculous.  It has nothing to do with anything.  Eirika is slightly more sensible from what you’re describing, if Sacred Stones really has that few characters in the game right now.  Which it might?  Honestly I find so much of Sacred Stones forgettable, I forget how few are actually in.  But it’s fair if the issue was that she got a random mage alt on a Sacred Stones banner instead of adding an actually new character, valid.  Though “Too many alts” from a situation of her second alt ever is ridiculous.  She doesn’t even have a Brave alt yet.  There might be other situations that irritate people, but any argument about “too many alts” for these two is absolutely nothing more than “Ew, more Micaiah/Eirika,” because it doesn’t happen for their male counterparts.  Ephraim getting his fourth alt was met with joy.  Fallen Ike got no complaints despite being his fifth to Micaiah’s 4th.  It’s just hate for their characters, and it annoys the hell out of me, because despite hating Ephraim, my only complaint with his Duo was that it seemed obscene and like a massive meta-defining threat.  Guess what, I was right.

[superlonelypin]

A well deserved punch

-

"Nothing screams home like the polluted skies of Gotham city." Those were the first words to leave Marinette's lips as she stepped foot into the gloomy outside of the hotel her class would be staying in for their month-long class trip. She hadn't been planning on coming back to the crime-ridden city, not since her brother had died, but Ms. Bustier didn't leave much room for convincing, especially when it came to the likes of Lila and her lies but th young half Asian girl didn't let her phase her much, she kept to the positives, like being able to visit her godfather.

"Now, why would my favorite little bug have such a big frown upon her face?" The voice of her godfather breaking her out of her thoughts. She instantly turned and threw herself into the older man's arms, arms of which instantly caught the small teenager and pulled her into a hug of his own.

"Uncle Jim!" She laughed happily as he carefully began to spin around before carefully placing Marinette back down onto her feet and stepping back to get a better look at the young girl he hadn't seen in person for almost ten years.

He let out a chuckle as he pushed up his glasses. "It seems you haven't grown much since I last saw you..." Gordan had trailed off on his sentence as the all too dark memories of Marinette's last time in the city had been of her older brother's death and her adoption into the Dupain-Cheng family having gone through the court systems after two years of the French couple filing for her adoption.

Wide blue eyes took on a faraway look that could only haunt the police commissioner to his very core. He never did like seeing such a look in Marinette's beautiful blues, but it seems that such a look will always find its way back into her clear eyes.

"Come on, I did promise to stop by the precinct so everyone could say hello to you."

-

The rest of their day went by in a flash, Gordan taking Marinette to a lot of her favorite spots from when she was younger. They even dropped by and hung out with Barbra for almost a whole hour before the teenager was needed back at the hotel for dinner with her class.

"Thank you again, Uncle Jim." Jim ruffled the bluenette's hair and smiled back at her. He's forgotten the last time he's smiled as much as he has today, but he wasn't going to dwell on that, for right now he was going to focus on his goddaughter.

"It's no problem kid, and remember if you have any problems of which you informed me of with your class while here, call me up and you'll stay with me for the rest of your time here."

When the topic of the school had come up between the two, Marinette had instantly tensed up and looked down at her lap. The inner cop in Jim had nearly jumped out but he held back and waited until his goddaughter was comfortable enough to speak about it on her own terms and when she had he had expected tears, but none ever made an appearance in her blue eyes, and it had worried him, for Marinette had always been a sensitive child.

"I will, pinky promise."

The two exchanged hugs and one last goodbye before the police commissioner left the hotel lobby leaving Marinette in peaceful silence, but said silence could never last too long for the blue-eyed girl.

"I guess Mari-slut just can't stay away from men and older men at that!" The snide remark of Lila carried out through the lobby causing the crowd of French students to snicker or to look on at the Asian girl in disgust, but Marinette wasn't going to allow them to bring her down, not in her own city.

So, growing a smile and determination in her clear blue eyes, Marinette marched her way over towards the Italian Burnett and glared daggers onto her.

"Lila, that man you 'claim' to be my lover without any proof just so happens to be my godfather."

The taller Italian stepped back in surprise at the confidence that radiated from the shorter teen. The green-eyed lier hadn't expected for Marinette to even stand up to her, but it seems that being within a city as gloomy and crime-ridden as Gotham brought something out of the half Asian girl that she'd never seen before, but she wasn't about to let some goodie-two-shoes get the better of her, not now that the empire she's built within the class of dimwitted students was so strong.

The other students looked on in a daze. They didn't know whether or not to pull Lila away from the bully or to allow Lila to walk away from themselves, and before they could really step up was when Marinette spoke up.

"I'd watch your back, every one of you. We are now in my city. A city of which will kill you without any Ladybug to bring you back." And with that, the short blue-eyed girl walked away and into the elevator.

-

A few days pass, and then came the day of the Wayne Enterprise tour. The class and Lila had chosen to ignore Marinette for the time being and she couldn't be any happier for that fact. For she had more time to herself to sketch out new commissions and more free time to allow Tiki out of her purse without any interruption from anyone demanding her of assistant or accusing her of harassing Lila in some way or another.

"I'm just disappointed that Bruce had to be on a business trip." Why after two peaceful days of no lies did Lila have to start them back up and inside the very building where she was likely to make a fool of herself.

This was sure to become a disaster on its own.

"But no worries, I can set something up for you some other time Alya." Marinette rolled her eyes and sighed at her former best friend's apparent lack of a lie detector. Mr. Wayne had stated through email that he would remain in the city while he hosted the French classes trip, Marinette even made sure the class knew of his words.

"Do they really believe everything she says?"

Blue eyes widen at the sudden break in her thoughts from the newcomer, causing for Marinette to jump a foot off of the ground. The man- no teenager found such an action amusing and laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, I'm Tim the tour guide for your class." Tim offers his hand out for a shake with a slight smile to his lips.

Marinette could tell he was lying. The tour guide was supposed to be Dick, whom of which she counted as a second brother. She didn't ask any questions knowing that something probably came up, so she put on a smile and took Tim's hand into her own and gave a firm shake.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng-" She spoke with confidence in her voice as her blue eyes gleamed up into equally, but cloudy blue eyes. "I'm the class president and I do apologize for the lying going around."

Tim smiled politely at her before turning his attention to the class. He soon called out to grab the attention of the others, "My name is Tim and I will be your tour guide for the day. I would like to inform you that we will be having a bodyguard join us, it's mainly because we don't want to risk an attack from the Rouge's or any escapes for Arkham."

The class gathered around Tim with widening eyes, seeming to now take notice of just how dangerous Gotham was. Their attention though soon sifted to the sound of approaching footsteps nearing Marinette's left side.

"Name's Jason, I'll be your bodyguard."

Marinette's world soon went blurry.

-

That voice, she knew that voice anywhere. Yes, it may have changed with age, but it was still the voice of her brother. The boy who would protect her from their father's beatings or beating from the strays on the street. It belongs to the boy who made sure the little blue-eyed girl had a meal before her every day.

It was the same voice of the teenager who had died when she was seven.

With a shake in her steps and blurry vision, Marinette turned to look up at her once dead brother. Even through her teary vision, she could see the moment that Jason recognized her. For the young man flinched slightly as his own blue eyes clouded in shame.

"You died."

Jason's mouth opened and closed, he couldn't speak. He couldn't think because before him was the very girl he had promised to always protect, but he had failed such promise. He became too scared to face his sister after awakening from the Lazareth pit.

"You died, and you left me on my own for ten years! Where were you when I need you the most! Where was my big brother!"

Jason flinched once again, he even tried hiding behind Tim's back, but his replacement wasn't having it. He knew he deserved his pixies out range but he was never too keen on experiencing it.

"Pixie I-" the shorter girl cut him off before he could even finish what he was saying.

"Don't you dare fucking pixie pop me, Jason Peter Todd!" Marinette gasped out and let out a sob as she hid her face in her hands. Her body trembling from pent-up rage and frustration.

Everyone within the lobby of Wayne Enterprise was tuned in on the scene at hand. Some brave enough to have their phones out recording the whole affair going down, while others looked on in astonishment as the small girl continued to yell at Jason Todd. Even the class was blown away at the outburst. Marinette normally had the most control over her emotions, so seeing the Asian girl crumble before the very man to be her brother was all a shock to them.

"Does Uncle Jim know, does Dick know! Who all knows and didn't tell me? Who all made me believe you were dead for ten years!?"

Everyone was practically on their toes. They watched as the short bluenett, who was still crying into her hands and stood hunched over on skating legs that looked as if they were to give out any minute.

They watched on as Jason took careful steps towards his sister. He looked as if he were going to wrap her in his arms and hug her, but he was stopped as a fist shot out and struck him in the nose, and from the blood now running down his nose, the smaller girl most likely broke it.

"Ow, fuck!"

The entire room held their breath after the punch had been blown. They sat waiting to see what would happen next. They waited to see if Jason would drag the girl out of the building or if the girl would strike the other once more. But neither of those happened. What happened next only further their surprise.

"Oh god- Jay-Jay, I'm so sorry." Marinette brought shaking hands up to her brother's face in worry. She may be mad at him but her caring nature will always shine through, no matter the situation she's in.

"S'fine Pixie." Jason chuckled and pulled the shaking teenager into his arms, being careful not to get his nose blood onto her midnight black hair. "I deserved it. God do I deserve that." He finally let himself cry as well further shocking everyone taking a witness to the reunion.

"Missed you so much Nette. Never a day went by that I wasn't thinking about my baby sister and whether or not I was doing the right thing in keeping you away. I was so fucked up after I- after I died, so much so I didn't want you to see me. To know that me, so I never reached out. I just recently got better, and I was, I promise I was going to tell- I was. And I do, I deserved that punch to the nose."

Marinette pulled away from the hug and smiled softly at her brother. "I get it, but just so you know, I'm punching Dick and Bruce when I see them."

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations BECKY! You’ve been accepted as VENUS.

Becky’s back, back again. Becky’s back, tell a friend! Now that I got that out of the way, I can make this a serious acceptance note. I can honestly say there was not a moment while reading this app that I didn’t think your Hana was it. Hana is obsessed with power and the way you hit on that through her bio had me on the edge of my seat. You created this storm of a girl that I want to know more about even if I know the danger associated with her. Both of us are beyond excited to see the “human embodiment of pikachu with anger issues” on the dash!

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Becky

PRONOUNS: she / her

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT ( but technically GMT +1 currently bc summer! ); online daily, particularly active atm because ya girl is working from home

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Venus / Hana Mercado

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female; she/her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Even in a city like Miami, Hana is hard to miss in a crowd. Bubblegum bursts, her lazy chew concealing the switchblade sharp smirk that slides across her mouth a little too late for anyone to be able to avoid the trouble that comes from it. She thinks she’s wired up wrong, like a casino gambling machine full of bullets that just keeps dishing out violence while playing its disjointed electric-warped song of congratulations, bright lights flashing wildly.

To your left, a man walking his pet leopard down the sidewalk; to the right, Hana Mercado paralysing a man with the touch of a fingertip for wolf-whistling her. She fits in well here, Florida born and raised, helping the drug lords keep their territories and the mutants keep their identities and everyone and anyone in between keep what’s left of their slowly unravelling sanity. Despite the bustling sea of tourists that ebbs and flows with the good weather, it’s easy to feel lonely. Hana isn’t great when it comes to other people. Pushing them away is a lot less difficult than making them stay.

Everything is loud. Everything is bright. The electricity is near palpable as she splashes through the remnants of a thunderstorm, rainwater spraying over fresh white sneakers. She’s quiet when the sun sets, bleeding red across the sky, the colour of the popsicles she’d eat for dinner as a kid. It’s hard to fear the consequences of her actions when she’s as close to a young god as anyone’s ever going to get. Mutants? Deities? Same difference if you know how to play to the right narrative.

Fuck you has always been easier to spit than a genuinely spoken I love you and that’s the honest-to-fuck truth.

[ + ] driven / brave / resilient / passionate [ - ] arrogant / reckless / unpredictable / childish

BIO:

Money is power. And power is power. And electricity? The sort that decorates the country like a spiderweb, an interwoven network of wires, all humming, all singing to her, the siren’s call of greatness from above ground and beneath it? Power.

Hana is a vicious formation of blood and desire, with the scent of someone burning from the inside inhaled like a nicotine hit. Interrogation comes naturally to her; smiles that should be sweet on a face like hers turn sharp and deadly. She likes to hear them beg. To watch them shake. People spill their secrets to her whether they like it or not.

It’s been that way since she was nineteen years old, static dancing between her fingertips after getting too riled up in an argument with a neighbour’s son over stealing her family’s gas cylinder. An impromptu lightning strike had left the tarmac lining the trailer park sizzling, black and sticky like summertime ( and don’t worry, the Cheeto-dust-decorated-rude-mouthed-slacker-of-a-punk-ass-brat had survived – getting hit by lightning suddenly made him interesting, too, so if anything she’d been doing him a favour ).

A freak accident, they’d called it. Another one of those unexpected Florida storms. But she knew better than that. As had her mom, smoking a fresh pack of Camel Blues from the other side of the door’s insect screen, fresh foils in her hair, acrylic nails the colour of the algae in the neglected community pool down the street. Thinking back, maybe this all stemmed from swallowing too much of that fucking nuclear-waste-looking water when she’d dared to swim there as a kid, hot and sweaty as a storm breaks on the horizon.

But the point – the point is that, to her mom, having the human embodiment of Pikachu as a daughter was as good as winning a jackpot at one of her weekly bingo sessions. She tries to sell it. Power. The ability to pluck electricity from charged particles in the air makes her daughter useful. A living battery. Studies on mutants at University of Miami dish out hefty paychecks after the right terms and conditions have been signed ( note: if you die, that’s on you, don’t try to sue us ). Hana attempts to protest but even she can’t deny that the allure of getting rich sounds like a dream come true.

So she goes to college. Not in the usual sense, sure, but she gets to live on campus ( in a secure underground testing facility beneath the BioMed building ) and hang out with others ( mostly mutants ) her age. And it’s fine for a while until simple fitness tests and blood sampling turn more extreme. Some days are hazy, pumped full of drugs and hooked up to machines that she doesn’t know the name of, let alone the purpose, beeping their own idle hospital-like symphony. Other days are dark and quiet, plunged into sensory deprivation for the sake of whatever it is the boffins in their lab coats are trying to figure out.

She’ll get rich or die trying and, ironically, neither of those things happens.

When the anti-mutant-testing protestors storm the building, they free Hana from both the confinement and the contract. The money she was supposed to get at the end of all this vanishes, along with the pleased looking humans who pat themselves on the back for doing a good deed and disappear to go and celebrate. None of them ask her if this was what she wanted. None of them stop to think that maybe liberation was never an option for her.

Her mom’s gone too. A new trailer stands where Hana’s home once had. The monthly paychecks from the university never reached her bank account, instead wired directly to Mrs Mercado. She laughs until she cries, the air crackling overhead.

After all that, turning to a life of crime is far easier than it has any right to be. Angry and alone, she fucks a guy in a gang in the back of his drop-top and makes herself useful when it comes to getting money out of those who owe it. She runs from the cops. Has a gun pressed to her temple. Watches an illegal weed farm burn at the flick of a lighter. Nothing phases her because she doesn’t let it. Rules stop meaning anything when you realise just what having powers can get you. Making a living from getting spineless people to open up their mouths and offer the gold that is information makes her feel a little less like a failure. Interrogation has a nice ring to it, after all. And once she makes a name for herself, sought after by those who know that secrets are worth a decent stack of bills – well – who is she to turn a job down?

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

YVETTE. It’s more than just the sticky sweet sugar of sisterhood. Hana would fight tooth and nail for Yvette should she say the word; would go to war for her if needed. There are very few people in the world that she cares about more than herself, but her partner ( in crime, in the sport of bringing their enemies down, in a vodka-tasting kiss that she’s managed to take a little too far ) holds the throne to Hana’s adoration. If only Yvette would take another step further into chaos and embrace becoming the seductive sort of danger that people run from.

ANDREAS. He knows how to say the right things, she’ll give him that. Hana wants what is hers. And sure, she may not know what that is exactly but the whispers of power he offers are captivating. After so long of operating alone for anyone with enough money to afford her services, the concept of joining strengths is a tricky one to navigate. She keeps him waiting, keeps him on his toes, avoiding a crystal clear answer for the sake of keeping her cards close to her chest. Better to have multiple options on the table than settling for the first one that comes along.

DEREK. Oh, the joy of knowing she’s the shiny new model; a glossy picture-perfect upgrade; a brand new battery to keep Damien and his clowns energised. The temptation of coaxing out Derek’s anger to watch him slip up and fall further from grace is all too great. She’ll press a cherry red lipstick kiss to the dark shades of the sunglasses he will no doubt need down here in paradise. Her future is bright, can he say the same about his own?

DAMIEN ft. JACKSON. He sends his loyal hound. She can only assume that Jackson is missing a collar because he doesn’t like wearing it in public; his Tiffany heart-shaped dog tag would probably get too warm glinting in the Miami sunshine. Hana knows a mob boss pet when she sees one, sniffing her out amongst the cheap cocktails and plastic palms of a Tiki Bar on Ocean Drive. Who’s a good boy? It’s appealing, the carefully constructed dream Damien offers. Almost a little too good to be true given the circumstances. She knows his gang has chased others out, a fine show of strength and organisation, but how long will it last when he doesn’t even know this city?

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[fellwritings8999]

A Day in the Arena

It was a quiet spring afternoon. A new Arena season had begun, so the summoner sent in his usual arena team to get the job done. And so, M!Grima, B!Hector, Zelgius and L!Tiki went off to face their opponents.

Their first match was in a forest. They could see their opponents in the distance, and likewise could be seen by them, a Marth, Fjorm, Surtr, and Idunn. This would be a straightforward match, no dazzling healers or galeforce hawks to deal with, just one on one fights, what they knew best.

“Alright everyone, let's do our best!” Tiki cheered, doing an energetic hop as she did.

“Silence brat, must you always be so irritating?” Grima glared at her

“Now now Grima, you know how she gets during Earth season. We should be thankful for it, I feel sturdier already!” Hector laughed. Grima glared at him, and was about to retort when Zelgius interrupted. “That's enough. Let's focus on the enemy ahead of us.” Grima sneers at him for a moment, then looks forward at the enemy. He put his hand on his chin and his expression turns thoughtful, and for a moment it seems he was the tactician Robin again. This did not last long, and Grima regained his wicked demeanor.

“They're easy pickings. We'll do a defensive box formation, with Hector and Zelgius in the front, Tiki and I in the back. We let them come to us and we destroy them. I will take on Fjorm, Zelgius will fight Surtr, Hector Marth, and Tiki Idunn.”

“Alright, then let's get out there!” Tiki cheered.

They got in position, with Hector on the left side in front of Grima and Zelgius to Hector's right, with Tiki behind him. They waited a bit, and from the trees in front of him, Hector spotted Fjorm trying to sneak towards Zelgius. He signaled to Grima and they swapped places. Zelgius had not noticed Fjorm, as he was focusing on Idunn, who was approaching from a deforested path. He considered facing her himself, but with his low magical resistance and her armor effectiveness, he knew it would not end well. He looked to Tiki and signaled to swap. Though Tiki was also weak to Idunn's Demonic Breath, she had a higher magical resistance and had her own effective Divine Mist. Tiki hopped over to Zelgius and he took position a couple of meters behind her. A fight between two powerful dragons was not something to witness up close.

Idunn reached their location, and the two dragons transformed. Idunn to her massive demonic form and Tiki into a golden dragon. Idunn attacked first, blasting out purple orbs that exploded on contact with Tiki, though the terrain around her was more damaged than she was. Tiki retaliated with her own breath, and with Moonbow charged, she exclaimed “I'll do what I want!” and smote the Demonic Dragon. She transformed back into her human form and cheered, while Zelgius watched with a soft smile.

Meanwhile, Fjorm spotted Grima watching her, and knowing she was too far to engage Zelgius, leapt into combat against Grima. Watching her as she approached, he summoned his dragon form and laughed as her lance failed to even scratch him. She was caught off-guard, as at first glance he didn't appear to have any armor, yet striking him felt more like hitting a wall than a person. Grima laughed at her attack, and then blasted her with Expiration, and Fjorm tries to roll out of the way, but the sheer size of the attack made it impossible to fully avoid. Knowing she could not escape, she forced her body to make one last desperate attack, lunging forward with her Leipter pointed at his chest. Once again, it was futile, and the force of her attack launched her back after failing to affect Grima. Fjorm was on the ground, on the verge of tears, nothing she did even fazed this monster. “What are you?! Why can’t I…?”

Grima stopped her. “Foolish human. I will devour you.” Grima charged up an Aether-powered Expiration blast and silenced Fjorm with it. Grima laughed maniacally, before noticing Marth (and most importantly, his Falchion). Knowing what happens when he is challenged by one, he calls to the team to retreat and looks for Hector swap with, knowing his Maltet and armor will fend off any Falchion. Similarly, Tiki notices the scary-looking Surtr approaching her, and after hearing the retreat signal from Grima, runs up to Zelgius and asks him to swap.

Back with Grima, Marth has almost caught up to him, when he finally spots Hector and calls out to him

“Worm! Deal with this Falchion at once!”

“Oh? Are you sure a ‘worm’ can handle something like that?”

“Now!”

“Haha, alright alright, get behind me O Great Falchionphobe”

Hector readies Maltet and steps in front of Marth

“Ho there, I see you’re after my comrade. Annoying as he may be, I’m afraid I can’t let you through.”

Marth comes to a stop in front of Hector, while Grima scurries away behind him, coming to a stop a couple of feet away to watch the fight.

“Very well, then I’ll defeat you and then the Fell Dragon” Marth charges towards him and hits him with a furious flurry of attacks. Hector manages to block or redirect them, then hits him with his lance, landing a strong blow on his chest armor, creating a noticeable dent and knocking Marth back and to his knees. Marth takes a moment to recollect himself and leaps up again to attack but to no avail. Hector gives a confident laugh and then readies his Ignis attack. “Pierce the sky, Maltet!” and with a hearty blow, he finishes off the blue-haired swordsman.

Now there was just one enemy left. Zelgius looks in the distance and sees a blazing inferno coming their way. He prepares himself for this coming battle. He has faced Surtr multiple times in Arena and in Aether raids and only lost once. (due to the outside influence of a savage blow healer) Despite this, it was never pleasant. The flames of Muspell were always painful, and despite getting healed at the end of every battle, it was never a pleasant experience. Still, he was the only one capable of bearing them and still being able to defeat the mighty Ruler of Flame. Surtr soon reached them, and the terrain around them began to resemble the lands of Muspell. Knowing not to initiate against him, Zelgius waited for Surtr to make his move. The Flames of Muspell took effect, and Zelgius felt a mighty flame blast through and sear his flesh and drain his strength. He covered his face with his arm in an attempt to minimize its effects, but they burned all the same. The flames let up for a moment, and when he put down his arm, he saw the mighty king towering before him. He had just a moment before Sinmara was swung at him and he put up Alondite in resistance. He managed to block the strike and saw his opportunity. Two strikes, all he needed. One normal strike, and a second charged with the power of Black Luna. “Let’s see how you handle this!” With the power of Black Luna, the Ruler of Flame is downed.

With that, the team of armored units have won, and are brought back to their barracks, where their summoner is waiting for them.

“Welcome back everyone, you’ve done wonderfully!” the summoner puts his hands together in a clap

“Thank you, it was fun, until the big scary Surtr showed up, but Zelgius took care of him like always!” Tiki said excitedly.

“Of course he did” the summoner gave a guilty look at Zelgius for a second, putting a smile back on and finishing congratulating the group, then sending them back to the section of the barracks for armor units.

When they got there, Zelgius went to the workshop to polish his weapon and armor. Being blessed by a goddess, they were resilient to most damage, even they were not completely immune to someone like Surtr. Grima came in looking amused and began conversation with him

“Did you see that look the summoner gave you? I think he’s going to replace you soon.”

“What makes you think that?” Zelgius asked, not looking up from his weapon

“That’s the same look he gave Legendary Hector before he replaced him with Naga’s brat, and the same look he gave when he replaced Hardin with Brave Hector. The question is, who will you be replaced with?”

“It matters not to me. If he sees fit to replace me, then that means there is someone more fit than I, and I have no opposition to being replaced by such a person.”

Grima gives a dry laugh“Ha ha… We shall see.” and with that, Grima leaves the workshop and Zelgius continues working.

[dornishsphinx]

Celica for the character meme :)

HowI feel about this character: 

There’sa reason I picked her brave alt even when it screwed me over for BraveVeronica-using FTP guides for eternity. I love her. (I don’t have a definitivelist of favourite lords, but she’s definitely up there.)

Allthe people I ship romantically with this character: 

Alm,of course. In the context of her being sole Queen of Zofia, Clair in a pseudo-Elincia/Luciasort of way. I also have unexplored feelings surrounding Celica/Faye andCelica/Kliff, given that they can join her party and she automatically has passivesupports with them both, even when Faye doesn’t have any with the other villagers.Celica/Faye does also have the problem that most of Faye being obsessed withAlm and potentially shoving that onto Celica once he abandons her though. Andwith Kliff, think of the drama when his son comes to the Valentian court if therewas something there between them in the past! (I should point out that I do havea major bias for fleeting romances and “might have beens” in FE, like with Isadora/Legaultand Erk/Nino as well, haha.)

Mynon-romantic OTP for this character: 

Honestly? Alm. I really like strong platonic bonds between men and women (hencemy disappointment when Noctis/Luna turned out to be romantic when it originallyseemed like an intense platonic bond between two royals put into an arrangedmarriage.) But seeing as Alm is her canonical love interest, and I do have anequally big soft spot for their romance, I also really like platonic Celica/Mae/Boey,and can see her growing to have a deep bond with Clair since the two of them doleave the court in their epilogue. (And back to Kliff, his line about them “bothneeding the company” if she recruits him gives me some feelings, so I’ll gladlyadd him in here too.)

 Myunpopular opinion about this character: 

Herdecision to sacrifice herself for Duma’s sake wasn’t as stupid a move as itseemed. It wasn’t that she fell for Jedah’s lies, it’s that she thought thechance he wasn’t lying—and the slightest chance of saving Duma—was of far moreimportance than what happened to her soul. (A major part of her character isbelief that the gods are necessary to save Valentia, after all.) Also, her bravealt’s costume isn’t ugly! Is it her best outfit? No. But nothing Hidari drawsis ugly, lbr.

 Onething I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

It’sa common complaint, but I wish she wasn’t so sidelined once her storyintersects with Alm’s at the end. I wish she had supports with Kliff and Faye,since she can recruit them (and with a lot of other Deliverance members likeAlm, Mycen and Silque in the post-game.)

My OTP:

It’sgotta be Alm/Celica. Even in the scenario where both of them are with otherpeople romantically, or are monarchs of separate countries, I have a hard timeimagining any occasion where they’re not high up in each other’s hearts, be thatin a platonic or romantic way. I mean, they have matching birthmarks! It’s thesort of relationship that would last a lifetime.

 My cross over ship:

Hmmm,I don’t know if Archanea really counts for “crossovers”, but I am interested inthe idea of Alm/Celica/Marth/(Caeda), though that was primarily born out of my frustrationthat Marth gets shipped with any and every other Smash lord lying around whilethe two lords who actually live in the same time and place as him arecompletely ignored. Aside from that, I did write a Virion/Celica support (whichI really need to submit to the Heroes supports blog oops) though that was prettymuch just hero worship/being flattered and curious about the futurerespectively.

 A headcanon fact:

In FE13,calling Valentia “Valm” is basically the equivalent of calling the Netherlands “Holland”or Britain “England”, and there actually is a big swathe of old Zofia namedafter Celica. With regards to her actual game though—she visits the graves of Milaand Duma every year on the anniversary of the battle with Duma and prays for boththem both to find rest. (She ends up meeting Tiki there towards the very end ofher life too.)

[illusionsofdreaming]

With the new Valentine banner coming out in FEH, I thought I’d share this funny (which was really sad before) experience I had on FEH. For those who aren’t interested in Illu’s FEH adventures, have a Dancer Inigo which I drew all the way back in October for Inktober 2017! 

I swear I’m still writing! Hopefully you’ll see some posts coming out soon! Uni’s been eating my muse for breakfast, lunch and dinner lately. Sorry!

So it’s not big secret but I do play FEH. I've been playing pretty much since the day the game’s been released. Now FEH’s reached it’s 1st birthday and here everyone’ll be expecting me to have collected a bunch load of heroes. And if anyone remembers this very old post, I should, theoretically speaking should be able to compile a strong team that I can be proud of as a F2P player. 

HAHAHA. Strap on your seatbelts kiddies, Illu’s going to tell you a story now.

Everyone here (at least everyone who plays FEH) should know about Nintendo Accounts right? The option to link your FEH progress to a Nintendo Account keeps your data safe and saves your progress online so that should you need to switch platforms/phones you still have your old team, stats, orbs, etc.

Now, when I was still new to the game I didn’t really give it much thought as I was still trying the game out. Give it a few more days, still playing FEH, but meh, didn’t get any good heroes yet, still pretty weak so I didn’t bother. Fast forward to randomly pulling a Hector and Klein and boy, NOW, I’m getting somewhere in FEH, finally. By now, I know I won’t be deleting this game soon so I really should consider signing up to a Nintendo Account but then I hear this voice ‘Meh, it’s just a F2P game, if I lost all my progress I’ll just start over - seems easy enough to get back to where I should be’ (keep in mind, back then FEH had less heroes so pulling good heroes was easier). FAST FORWARD SEVERAL MONTHS LATER. Here I am, shredding through the levels and arena with my 5* ATK+ Hector, 5*Klein, 5*+2 Nowi, 5*Adult Tiki, armed with a bunch load of other 5* heroes plus special event heroes. I’m pretty proud and satisfied with how far I’ve come as a F2P player and PSSSH NINTENDO ACCOUNT? Who even uses that? I have a new phone, it’s not going to break any time soon. Whatever. 

I’m pretty sure if you’ve read this far you should be able to pretty much predict what happened right? If you guessed my laziness came back and bit my ass and left a scar, you’re right. 

It was around the time Fjorm and Book 2 was about to be released, think the dancer, singer banner had just ended when it happened. My phone wouldn’t load FEH and all I got was a black screen. Restarted the app, restarted the phone, nothing worked. Now I was panicking a bit here because oh my god what’s happening? Sweating a bit too because oh no, what if- i lose all my progress. Yep. Without knowing, I spent almost a year on FEH and all the progress made in that time period I finally recognize, cannot be regained if I started over all again and neither do I want to start over especially after how far I’ve come. Long story short, I deleted the app, reinstalled in and it still didnt work. It wasn’t until the next day when I went to get my phone checked did I realise it was my phone’s new update problem and not the app. But by then it was far too late. 

NEWS FLASH FOR EVERYONE WHO DIDN’T KNOW. Deleting FEH app, deletes all your FEH data from your phone, even if you’re using the same phone, deleting the app means scrapping the FEH progress you made and starting anew. 

I. Lost. Everything.

DANCER INIGO WHICH I JUST PULLED -CRAIS- (IRONICALLY the art above was drawn in celebration that he came home), HECTOR, KLEIN, EASTER HEROES, ALL THE EVENT HEROES, ALL THE ORBS, FEATHERS, TOKENS- all the effort I put into training and inheriting skills. Back when SP grinding took forever (still takes forever).

I was emotionally scarred. Never thought I’d be so attached to a few animated chibis of FE characters BUT I DID AND NOW THEY’RE ALL GONE AND SOME OF THESE EVENT CHARACTERS, I MIGHT NEVER GET BACK. Starting over had never been so painful. In fact, I couldn’t touch FEH for several days. I still shudder thinking about it. 

Eventually I did start again because what the hell. I’LL MAKE IT WORK A SECOND TIME. Good news was when I did start FEH round 2, Fjorm’s special heroes banner was running and I managed to get Brave Lyn, Ike and Fjorm with those early game orbs so my replay didn’t start off too badly. BAD NEWS was that they all had BAD IVS.

I still think of my lost Hector every time I open the app AND DANCER INIGO. GIVE HIM BACK TO MEEEEEEEE, LET ME DRAW HIM AGAIN PLEASE, I ONLY HAD HIM FOR TWO WEEKS? EVEN LESS? DANCER SINGER BANNER RERUNS PLEASE. HE WAS JUST REALISING HIS POTENTIAL IN MY TEAM. 

IMPORTANT LESSON OF THE DAY: SAVE YOUR GODDAMN PROGRESS. DON’T BE LAZY.

Despite all the Hector focus banners I still haven’t drawn him again. I CRAI. 

CROSSING MY FINGERS I’LL FINALLY DRAG HECTOR BACK HOME DURING VALENTINES BANNER AND CYL. SOB.

If y’all got something that can top this tragedy, feel free to share. We’ll sob together.

[gamerprincess13]

Fire Emblem Heroes Unit Review: Lute

"You and I should stick together for a while longer. After all, there's no one better than me...and you."

Available: 5-Star

Neutral Stats: 33/36/32/16/34 (Best IV’s: +Attack or +Speed, mainly Speed to take advantage of her tome’s debuffing effect. -Def or -HP can drop no problem)

Default Kit:

Weirding Tome (14 Might: Grants Spd +3. At start of turn, all foes in cardinal directions, and with Res 1 or more lower than unit, suffer Spd-5 until the end of foes’ next actions. Locked to Lute)

Assist: Rally Atk/Res (Grants Atk/Res+3 to an adjacent ally until the end of the turn)

A-Slot: HP/Res 2 (Grants HP+4, Res+2)

C-Slot: Res Ploy 3 (At start of turn, all foes in cardinal directions, and with Res 1 or more lower than unit, suffer Res-5 until the end of foes’ next actions)

Pros:

High Attack stat

Highest for blue mage; tied with Delthea and Mae

Great Resistance

Weirding Tome has a built in Speed Ploy 3

Also Spd+3

A fantastic Ploy bot

Up to three stats if set up correctly

Good Base Kit

Good Speed

Backed up by Weirding Tome

The most superior mage known to existance

Also known as the MLG goddess: xX_L00T_Xx

Cons:

Low HP

Defense is low as well

Ploys requires very specific positioning

Kinda has to rely on them depending on IV’s

“My gamertag is xX_L00T_Xx. I am an MLG gamer. I am absolutely unbeatable when it comes to noscoping. I saw you and your mates getting owned by some scrubs earlier. Those scrubs are absolutely no match for my skill.”

H-hey! Wait a minute! Lute, I know you’re amazing and all, but I need to do the full review for everyone to see!

Sorry about that... Anyway, yes. I know Micaiah came out just recently as a powerful blue mage, but let’s focus on Lute: an incredible blue mage with tons of tricks up her sleeve- Er- book in her case. And I don’t mean her MLG skills... Ever since Heroes came out, many people wanted her to appear in the game, and on November, she appeared alongside Dorcas and Mia, and my god, she’s one of the top blue mages in the game with her high attack, good speed and resistance, alongside her tome that’s exclusive to her.

Lute wields the Weirding Tome and while the name doesn’t sound too fantastic, the effects of it are! First, it grants Lute +3 to her Speed, so by default, she goes from 32 to 35 speed, which is a big difference. Along with adding to her stats, the tome also has a built in Speed Ploy 3, and due to Lute’s high Resistance, expect her foes to be hit with -5 Speed and she’ll double them with no trouble thanks to it. Plus, her tome is F**KING fabulous!

Her default assist skill is Rally Atk/Res, which gives her ally an extra +3 to both Attack and Resistance, which is nice if Lute can’t do too much to her foes (AKA Green Units and Ranged Physical units with high Res). Her A-Slot is HP/Res 2, granting her +4 to HP and +2 to Res. This isn’t the best skill, but it’s a good filler skill in case Fury fodder is really low for you, or until a better A-Slot comes up. Her C-Slot is Res Ploy 3, which works very well for Lute when paired up with the Weirding Tome and the Attack Ploy 3 Sacred seal. By default, Lute can debuff two stats, and with Attack Ploy Sacred Seal, three stats! She’s basically the debuff queen.

For Skill Inheritance, Lute has great options to further her status as a superior mage. Her A-Slot can be replaced with Fury 3 to increase all her stats at the cost of 6 HP every time she’s in combat, and can sync well with other skills too. Death Blow 3 and Swift Sparrow 2 are great skills when she initiates combat and you want to preserve her health. Life and Death 3 can be used if she’s running a -Blade Tome set, which is pretty much up to you if you want Lute to destroy more units the more buffs granted to her. For her B-Slot, Desperation 3 syncs very well, especially with Fury 3, or something random like Vantage 3, Wings of Mercy 3, or even a breaker skill. Her C-Slot skill is perfect, but Hone/Fortifies or Drive skills will work fine in case using a Ploy skill doesn’t suit your play style.

Lute’s assist skill can be replaced with something more useful such as Draw Back or Reposition if Rally skills aren’t right up your valley. Her best specials include Iceberg, Glacies (if she’s +Res), Luna, Moonbow, or Glimmer, so whatever is available to you.

And as much as Lute wants you to believe she’s invincible, Lute has weaknesses like everyone else. Firstly, she has low HP, alongside bad defense, so she can get easily taken out by strong physical units, especially axe and bow units (and daggers to an extent). Her default speed without her personal tome sits at 32, which is pretty average and really wants a +Speed nature to be even better. And while the Ploy skills are amazing, they require specific positioning and depending on Lute’s IV’s, she might needs to rely on them, especially if Lute unfortunately ends up with a -Attack or -Speed IV.

But Lute can work around her weakness with the right amount of work and teammates. And when that happens, Lute will totally wreck her opponents with just a lift of her finger. She is superior after all!

Suggested Skills: (Bolded means Highly Recommended)

Assist:

Draw Back

Reposition

Rally Atk/Res (default)

Special:

Iceberg

Glacies

Moonbow

Luna

Draconic Aura

Glimmer

A-Slot:

Fury 3

Death Blow 3

Swift Sparrow 3

Heavy Blade 3

Attack +3

Speed +3

B-Slot:

Desperation 3

Wings of Mercy 3

-breaker Skill

Vantage 3

C-Slot:

Res Ploy 3 (default)

Drive Skill

Hone/Fortify Skill

Counters:

Green mages like Julia, Deirdre, and Halloween Henry

Fae with Lightning Breath+ refinement as it’ll target Lute’s Defense instead of Res

Axe units. The end.

Especially Brave Axe+ users, Hector, and Dorcas

Archers with good Resistance like Innes and Halloween Jakob

Teammates:

Adult/Young Tiki for all types of green units (though they’ll take moderate damage from the Naga tome)

Distant Counter sword units like Ike, Ryoma, Black Knight, Zelgius

Siegbert for mixed teams

Dancers for more flexibility

Red mages like Sanaki, Christmas Tharja, and Arvis

Summoner’s Words of Wisdom: “In Lute’s eyes, there’s no one who can match her superior skills in magic. She’s indeed superior after all and she’ll win every match with careful planning and brute force. Now stand back, and watch how an MLG pro noscopes a bitch. Yep.”