#when i ship sylvain with women (as i so love to do) please know it is in a PROFOUNDLY bisexual way

[pirdmystery]

yes sylgrid is m/f but it’s not a “het ship” to me. there is nothing gender normative about what they’ve got going on.

[indigowallbreaker]

I love your rare ship prompts idea! May i please ask for sylvain/lorenz and angry kiss (#5)? Thank you !

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Lorenz rounded the corner just in time to watch a swordswoman he had never seen before stomp hard on Sylvain’s foot. Chin high, she marched away with a dismissive flip of her hair. Sylvain cursed as he hopped on his uninjured foot. “Yeah, that was probably going a bit far,” Lorenz heard Sylvain mutter to himself.

“I lack the proper context,” Lorenz said, stepping into the corridor and catching Sylvain’s attention, “but past experience leads me to say yes, you likely went too far.” 

To his credit, Sylvain recovered quickly from what had to be shock at Lorenz’s sudden appearance. “Did you want to try showing me up again? Misery loves company, and I love seeing you in misery.” Sylvain jerked his head towards the swordswoman’s retreating back. 

Lorenz scoffed. “I have put my pursuit for the perfect partner aside in favor of concentrating on the war. I’d say I’m surprised at you for not doing the same but that would be a lie.”

“Excuse me for not following in the footsteps of the almighty Lorenz,” Sylvain said flatly. “Did you want something or do you just wander the hallways until you find someone to lecture?”

“I was looking for you, as it happens.” Lorenz accentuated this by jabbing a finger at Sylvain’s chest. Sylvain glared and stepped back, but Lorenz merely stepped forward and kept his finger in place. “We were supposed to meet in the library to discuss a letter I’m writing to the northern lords of the Kingdom. Has your incompetence with women spread to encompass your organizational skills as well?”

Sylvain shoved his hand away. “There’s no point in that meeting-- you never listen to any advice except your own. Which is just as well, because otherwise no one would listen to your advice.”

That was so blatantly untrue that Lorenz spent a few syllables trying to craft an accurate enough rebuttal. When this only caused Sylvain to smirk, Lorenz felt his anger rise dangerously. “I--You-- P-Plenty of people heed my advice! Just as I heed theirs! A good noble knows when to listen to the experiences of those wiser than himself.”

“Then I guess you’ve got a long way to go before you’re a good noble.”

“How dare--”

“See? I’m trying to tell you something and all you’re doing is yelling back. Doesn’t sound like you’re heeding me at all.”

“If you don’t wish to be of use to me in this matter then I would appreciate it if you stopped hiding behind insults and just said so!” 

Sylvain gave a cruel smile that made his amber eyes gleam like molten glass. “No, I think I could stand to insult you a little longer, you judgmental prick.”

Lorenz grabbed him by the shirt collar. “Shut up!” He snapped.

“Make me,” Sylvain snapped back.

Immature as the command was, it still caused Lorenz’s blood to boil. He pulled Sylvain forward violently, fist curling at his side, glaring at that stupid smile--

And kissed him. 

Lorenz pushed into Sylvain’s mouth, eager to shove any more callous remarks back down his throat. Their front teeth scraped together but Lorenz didn’t stop. He just needed a few minutes without Sylvain’s annoying voice in his ears. 

An expert tongue curled with his own, as if Sylvain still wanted to battle, even now. Lorenz refused to yield. He fought until he elected the smallest moan from his opponent. 

A hand covered Lorenz’s wrist and gave a half hearted tug of protest. 

And suddenly Lorenz realized what he was doing and where. 

As if burned, Lorenz jumped back from Sylvain, letting go of his collar and scrambling to put distance between them. Thankfully their corner of the monastery was still empty. For now.

“That was-- I’m so-- I’m so sorry, Sylvain. That was the most terrible of misconduct.” He expected another insult to his character but Sylvain hadn’t moved. He just stood there, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. Lorenz felt his face heat up. Perhaps it would be better if Sylvain yelled at him. Or stomped on his foot.

With no response of any kind from Sylvain forthcoming, Lorenz cleared his throat. “We can speak more of the letter another time,” he said diplomatically. It took all his self control to not lick his lips. 

“Okay,” Sylvain finally said in a voice that told Lorenz he didn’t have Sylvain’s complete attention. Which, given Lorenz’s blush, was probably for the best.

“Um, good day to you.” Lorenz barely got the words out before he sped from the corridor, acutely aware he lacked his usual grace and not caring in the slightest.

[yesterdaylovedme]

Fire Emblem Three Houses RP

I am seeking literate discord writers for a 1x1 FE3H Roleplay. I play as men and women though I prefer women I am happy and eager to double. And when I do double, I ensure both characters meet the same word count to ensure both are being developed and balanced fairly. I am partial to canon ships but have an option for adding an OC, provided they aren't from a fan-made noble house, have a crest, are related to an existing canon and don't have an excessively trope-ridden background (both parents dead, lone survivor from their village, sold to a family, etc) is just too much for me to deal with and it's a drag to deal with. I'd like our OCs to be pretty normal and average so they fit easily into our narrative. Your OC isn't the main character but hopefully one of four characters who gets development, time to shine but isn't trying to cope with too much personal baggage.

Generally, I can write 500-800 words per character I'm writing and when I double, it's twice the amount. I have no qualms about sharing side roles as needed. I'm pretty flexible and want us to have a fun time writing together. I would love an active OOC and to get to know my writing partner, posts should come a few times a week. For me once or twice a week is fine, I'm not looking to stress my partner out so a slow pace is honestly perfect, provided we're still chatting OOC and on the same page!

My discord: MK Meringue }#0169

Should you add me, please reach out to me first explaining you found me on tumblr and have some ideas in mind for FE3H. I've had people add me in the past and I have no clue why. In order for us to see if we're on the same page, we should be open with communication! :3

I also want to add that for our RP, our characters are 18+ years and up. This isn't something I'll budge on as our RP will have violence, sexual content, and such.

Now onto the pairs!

Seteth x Flayn

Seteth x Hilda

Seteth x Ingrid

Seteth x Hapi

Seteth x Annette

Claude x Hilda

Claude x Edelgard

Claude x Bernadetta

Lorenz x Hilda

Lorenz x Ingrid

Lorenz x Constance

Ignatz x Hilda

Ignatz x Edelgard

Ignatz x Mercedes

Raphael x Leonie

Dimitri x Ingrid

Dimitri x Flayn

Dimitri x Hapi

Dimitri x Marianne

Dedue x Petra

Dedue x Hilda

Dedue x Dorothea

Dedue x Mercedes

Sylvain x Hilda

Hubert x Edelgard

Hubert x ingrid

Hubert x Hilda

Hubert x Hapi

Yuri x Hapi

Yuri x Bernie

Yuri x Dorothea

Linhardt x Hilda

[omgkalyppso]

you don't have to post this if you don't want because this is gonna be kinda negative but!!!

i see SO OFTEN people calling hilda ships toxic when her partner is a man. it's like people only accept hilmari or some wildass wlw ship that makes 0 sense like edelhilda (like seriously?? she can't even be recruited in cf???). meanwhile you never see f!byleth / hilda which actually makes sense.

but hilda/claude??? TOXIC caspar/hilda?? TOXIC 🙄 and you never even see hilorenz like you said but it's so nice i love it. (maybe it's a good thing it's not popular because people would probably call it toxic too)

sorry for the rant i saw your post and poor hilda deserves better 😤 let her be bi in peace!!!

TvT yeah...

This ask is a minefield, but I'm trying to come up with a socially acceptable rant.

[I'D PUT READ MORE HERE BUT TUMBLR WON'T LET ME] I've seen people talk about "straightwashing"* if you ship Hilda with women and had people tell me With Pride that they interpret her friendship to Claude as shallow. I know Hilda says some clumsy things in her supports with Cyril but people who try to bear down on her as a racist character are generally people who ship [redacted] and I'm like - hello!?!? shADDGHAJS

I Do Not Mind lgbtqa+ people saying Hilda is a lesbian or having any other queer headcanons. There's so few lesbians in media. That does not align with my bi headcanons but then that's on us to decide whether or not we support each other.

Unrelated to Hilda, I wish people other than bisexuals more often headcanoned characters as bisexual even if they weren't flirtatious (like Sylvain). Now I'm going to sound a little off the rails but I strongly think that your observation about hilclaude and hilspar relates to people not wanting to headcanon these men as bisexual. People like dimiclaude, m!claudeleth, claurenz, and people like casphardt - and they'll headcanon these men as gay to the exclusion of even Linhardt's canon bisexuality.** And they say the rudest shit about bi men (like Sylvain), about them being abusive or promiscuous or actually wanting to be in a relationship with a man.

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Anyway, Hilda! I love her and I love her shipping her with Claude and Lorenz. Please send Hilda x Femme Byleth content my way, I'm starving. asdjfadkjs

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*This is NOTHING. If you think it is, go away and unfollow me. Shoo! In fact, please look up whitewashing and take a minute to sit on why this term should be used exclusively for erasing characters and people of color (especially black people).

**Again. I actually want to support lgbtqa+ creators and their lgbt headcanons of characters. But this is my little soapbox, and I'm just bitching, that it would be nice to feel supported. I love bisexuals and I love being bisexual and I want to see people creating content of bisexuals being supported and not always treating attraction to a gender other than that of their current partner as a sin or a sign of promiscuity or something to grow out of.

[flyswhumpcenter]

Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).

Arma mulieremque cano.

I've been in a mood for heavy angst, so keep that in mind. Reader discretion is advised here. This was inspired by a two-page doujin my good friend Azure linked in our Discord server. I got intoigued, then got in a mood to make people suffer, and boom! this was born. hell yeah. Also my deathfics are shorter than my usual stuff, so I guess my heavy angst is to be consumed in a concentrated form? It felt weird to write and feels weird to backread, so I'm posting it now for the sake of gaining experience and showing a more daring side of my writing.

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An Oath is an Oath

Summary: ...so you should know better than swear two that contradict each other, especially during a war.

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Post-Timeskip) Ship: Ingrid/Sylvain (implied)

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Content Warnings: Depictions of violence, major character death

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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I’ll never lose someone again, Ingrid had promised herself when she had gotten over most of her grief. I won’t let anyone kill someone dear to me ever again. I’ll stop them before they can.

Back then, she hadn’t had the powers to stop Glenn from meeting his undeserved demise. Years later, she had that power she had once lacked, hands strong enough to act on her will. She wouldn’t let herself taste powerlessness again she thought and swore, not now that she had become the warrior she wanted herself to turn into as she’d grow up.

 But war is war. It tears people apart with no mercy, disregarding affections and feelings, until soldiers fighting for their life and their nation’s honour had their minds numbed and hearts changed into stone, having become soulless killing machines. No matter how many fairy tales of brave knights saving whom and what they loved she read and inserted herself into, it couldn’t change war into anything prettier than men and women killing each other for a greater cause.

And, no matter how much she tried to be the ideal warrior she had imagined Glenn to have been when he was still alive, Ingrid couldn’t deny the horrors of it as, firmly armed with her lance, she faced a very familiar face, wearing different colours and branding a different animal, the dreadful realization making itself known too quickly for her brain to even attempt ignoring.

 She’d have to break her promise with her own two hands.

 A bittersweet long time no see, huh graced her as she arrived to face the next unit in the war. She almost went mute as she realized she’d be fighting one of the people closest to her right at this instant; but she shook her head and made his smirk disappear.

“This is war,” she replied, “and you know what this means, don’t you?”

“Oh, I sure do.” His expression put on a coat of seriousness unlike anything she had quite seen from him. “I’m afraid this will be the last time we see each other.”

The pressure on his axe strengthened.

“I wish it wouldn’t have ended this way, Ingrid. We were friends.”

“I could say the same of you, Sylvain. I’m disappointed by the choices you’ve made in this conflict, yet wish we’d have fought for the same cause.”

“When haven’t I disappointed you anyway, huh?” He scoffed. “That was yesterday, though, and today is something else. We’re not friends anymore, are we? To say that I’ve missed you…”

His chit-chat was annoying to hear, nagging at her loyalty and sense of morale. He had always tried to escape inconvenient situations with not-so-beautiful words and purple prose she had only seen through.

“We’re merely soldiers fighting on different sides, now. Shall we begin? I don’t want to lose more time speaking to the enemy.”

 The harsh tone in her voice sounded fake to her but seemed to have sounded convincing to him, as she could theorize from the way he rose his axe at her. She could read conflict on his face too, the dilemma neither of them wanted to face, yet had to in order to make their side win. That was war, after all, and they were only the tiniest part of it.

Ingrid’s heart wanted to fight against her lance and the way her wrist moved itself in swift moves to brandish her weapon of choice against the face of a man that, five years ago, she’d have protected from himself; but her mind was stronger, it had always been, and her mind was loyal to King Dimitri and the Blue Lions. Not her fault if Sylvain thought the grass was greener elsewhere.

Not her fault, not her fault if he was dumb, not her fault if he wasn’t loyal, not her fault if he was running after Goddess-knew-what, not her fault if he was going to die by her hands.

 That was war and she couldn’t do anything about it, that was how things were and had always been; yet her eyes still squeezed shut as she made her mount delve down in his direction, white feathers blowing in the wind, her lance’s tip heading down, metal shining against the light of the sun, fingers trembling, hands clammy, eyes wet and will wavering with the wind blowing through her hair.

Forgive me, Goddess.

Her lance plunged with her horse.

Forgive me, Glenn.

A noise of flesh rupturing, of metal meeting metal, of hooves crushing the dirt and the leaves.

Forgive me, Sylvain.

 She had to feel something warm splatter over her face and gliding down her armour to open them again, to dare face her deeds, face the feelings she hadn’t wanted to cultivate and scythe away without harvesting any fruit like you’d pick up rotting apples on the ground of the perishing acre.

I beg of you, please forgive me.

 Her lance had slipped through a hole in his own armour, drippling in red as she got it out of his body, blood painting the grass behind them. He fell from his wyvern, who escaped the field as its knight had disappeared from its back, black wings vanishing away from her sight and under the sun.

Even as her fellow warriors pursued the fight, their cries echoing in the distance, she instructed her mount to land, getting down of it in a rush and kneeling next to whom had been more than just a foe to vanquish in a war that had almost numbed her sense of empathy, steel boots clinking against the ground, red and green printing onto it and dirtying its shine.

 Without thinking more than a moment about it, Ingrid picked Sylvain in her arms, a quick glance examining the wound: right in the lung, most likely in-between the ribs, a fatal wound if left untreated properly. But she was no healer, no ally of him, merely a former friend who had had to kill her enemy in battle if she wanted to win and keep her life. It was expected of her not to do anything about it, to just let the course of things be, so why was she so reluctant to watch this, to do this?

There was nothing she could about it, so why was she on the verge of crying, of weeping like the young girl who had never had to kill someone with her two hands? Was her heart still this tender, this naïve? What had made her so sensitive, so emotional over doing what she had done countless times by now, in the span of five years? Was it the memories of their playing time, the bond they had previously shared, the promise she had made under the stars on one calm but sorrowful night?

 “Should’ve seen it comin’…” He coughed out, blood dripping down from his mouth, lungs congesting. “You’ve always been better at fighting than me…”

“I trained while you were busy skirt-chasing,” she replied, calmly, trying to keep it together. It’d be a disgrace to her king and comrades if she started bawling in the middle of the battlefield for the fallen enemy.

“Still… I’m almost glad it’s you who killed me… At least, you were a worthy opponent…”

“I could say the same about you, I suppose.”

He tried to laugh, but all that came from it was red almost splashing on her.

“I’ll finally stop causing you problems,” he finally said, eyes closing on themselves. “That’s a good thing, no…?”

 Ingrid didn’t reply, her mind unable to come out with anything satisfactory. Teasing the enemy seemed fine, until she remembered that, in death, allies and enemies barely made sense. Her sense of allegiance had left the premise for a moment, the notion of picking a side suddenly stopping to beat with her heart.

He seemed to notice her lack of reply with this smirk giving stead to a serious expression.

“Y’know, Ingrid… Even like that… I don’t hate you...”

 There was no right answer to give him, obviously, as words were already an act of treason to her cause. Honour before feelings and all that. Proverbs stopped making sense, but she was still following their principles anyway.

“In the end, I realize that… neither do I.”

“Good… ’d’ve been a shame if you did…” His lips reached an all-time low. “It’s all messed up anyway… World’s mess’d up…”

His eyes shut never to open again, his warmth already slipping between his armour’s holes, pouring from his wound, joining the sky above.

“See ya on the other side, Ing… ’t was nice knowing you, even if it ended like that…”

“Farewell, Sylvain.”

 I’m sorry; so, so sorry. I couldn’t keep my word.

 In this battle of a name that escaped from her memory, sorrowful Ingrid had broken the promise she had made to herself as she cradled next to her sob-rattled chest the still-warm, smirking, lifeless body of her dearest friend, knowing the battle would rage on with or without her, with or without him. As she resolved herself to either let what was left behind there or bury the remains, one question came to her mind, burning her tongue, scorching her throat, singing her chest from the inside:

When had she become a gravedigger?

[bienaimee]

SYLVAIN JOSÉ GAUTIER’S        VERY WEIRD NO-GOOD TERRIBLE PLOTTING CALL

TL;DR -- i am looking to get sylvain some exes. i am looking for relationships that ended, went bad, or never even started. i am looking for plotting that will never result in endgame shipping, ever, but could provide a lot of interesting and fun relationship types otherwise. these can be fun, these can be angsty, these can be hateful or friendly, but the most important thing is that anyone who enters into this knows exactly what they are getting, and will not be hurt ooc by what sylvain does ic.

more info below the cut on specifics. if you this interests you, like this post and i will come along to your IMs and discuss if it’s a possibility! sorry it’s so long, i promise it’s for good reason.

OVERALL GUIDELINES FOR ELIGIBILITY:

gender requirement: none. sylvain is bisexual, usually prefers women. trans/nb-friendly!

age requirement: 20-30 in actual or apparent age. there’s some wiggle room on the upper end. ‘i’m actually immortal / way older than i look’ is fine, unless your apparent age is that of a teen / child. if your character has no age listed and appears to me as too young for sylvain’s taste, i diagnose you as baby.

ooc requirement: mun must be 18+. i will not be writing any sexual scenes etc. for this, but we can definitely discuss some details ooc if it’s relevant to plotting!

seriously: please be excited for the chance at negative or neutral-at-best relationships! i really really don’t want to hurt someone ooc by following through with plotting! sylvain can be extremely charming and convincing, that’s why he’s such a successful piece of shit! in return, you can treat sylvain however you want, so long as, again, it’s good vibes between the muns!

as an umbrella rule, full-blown ‘dating two people at once in secret’ type cheating will not be involved in these plotlines ( though heavy flirting outside the relationship most definitely will ). sylvain has gotten a lot better about that particular bad habit by his canon point, and there are dozens of other reasons to break up with him / for him to break up. trust me, he’s very good at breaking up. if your character would have a different take on any of the plotlines than what i wrote out, i’m all ears!! i love interesting character dynamics, so long as, again, we know that these are not endgame shipping.

content warning: obviously mentions of bad relationship practices will be involved in the plotlines. sylvain is not abusive or dangerous or a creep, but he is emotionally destructive. please take care of yourself! don’t participate if these things will make you uncomfortable!!

SYLVAIN:

cis male, 25yo, bi, like 6′ 2″ and fit in a ‘glamour muscles but can also swing an axe real fuckin good’ way

has a ton of experience in everything, he’s probably had more girlfriends than you’ve had people you know the name of.

he used to date entirely out of spiteful hatred for people using him for his status. now, he dates to self-destruct! he will be self-destructing!

highly empathetic and charming, will make you feel like the world revolves around you right until he doesn’t

on an unrelated note, he will drop you and everything else in an instant if he gets a text from his ki-- some dude named alex bc friends > flings

ACTUAL PLOTLINES OPEN:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE DATING: he gave the impression the two of you were together, but when confronted about it regarding his behavior with others, he got defensive-- he just wanted something casual, okay?? now you’re ‘broken up’ but he maintains with a somewhat vicious attitude that you were never dating to begin with.

DON’T WORRY, I KNOW YOUR TYPE: you two were dating for a couple weeks, and really seemed to be enjoying yourselves, but after your first fight he broke it off immediately. petty enough on its own, but he then claimed you were just after [whatever] from him and offered to find you another guy who would suit you better. people who genuinely are the type to use others fully welcome too, he’s not always wrong about this shit.

CASUAL IS JUST BETTER: currently friends with benefits! you want something casual, he wants something casual, and it’s actually working out. if you catch feelings that’s your own problem, though, because he has made it abundantly clear he doesn’t care. he’s great to be around, the casual affection is infectious, but stick with casual.

SOMETIMES TRUE LOVE STRIKES TWICE: you were his, hook line and sinker, and you were all set to go home with him when you turned around and heard him use the same damn line on someone else. consider a bullet dodged-- unless you just went along with it and held a grudge anyway.

A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE: whether it was intentional or accidental, you pulled a sylvain. he thought it was going well, and you broke up with him. whether it was for petty or real reasons.. he’s supposed to be the one who breaks up with people first. forgive him some moping.

IF WE’RE BOTH LYING IT’S COOL, RIGHT?: fake dating trope fake dating trope fake dating trope!!! no matter how you feel about him normally, sylvain is damn useful for keeping [someone] off your back, and he can definitely play the part without letting emotions get involved!