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raxistaicho · 6 months

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Is Edelgard a fascist?

So as I mentioned in a recent post, I'd like to dig in detail into the notion that Edelgard is a fascist. And also debunk said notion.

Now then, I'm going to look into the actual indicators of fascism, and not the "that character is in power and I don't like them" version we see thrown carelessly around the internet today.

It's broadly accepted today that the fourteen key signs of a fascist society are as follows:

While the exact wording can vary, these are the most common traits.

We'll start with the easiest ones first:

Corporations and labor movements don't exist in Fodlan, nor is there such a thing as private mass media, nor does Fodlan have elections (no, not even in post Azure Moon), so those can four can't be analyzed. However, given that corporations are modern-day fiefdoms and CEOs and the rich are modern-day aristocrats, it's not hard at all to imagine that Edelgard would align her interests more with the working class than the wealthy if she existed in a different kind of society.

And rampant sexism is the most obvious, "no", given Edelgard cares more about talent than what a person has between their legs.

Moving on next to the things that can be addressed with a little more detail.

Supremacy of the military: So obviously Edelgard starts a war, which makes things a bit weird here, but there's no indication the Adrestian military is given disproportionate focus in terms of funding or cultural emphasis aside from what could be reasonably expected from a country at war. Additionally, Edelgard favors diplomacy as a solution to Fodlan's relations with Almyra and Brigid, and Edelgard demonstrates a wide range of areas of focus for her future reforms between research (Linhardt, Constance), education (Ferdinand), faith (Manuela), and the arts (Dorothea), making it clear the military is just one of many tools in her reformist arsenal. 4 is a strong strong no.

Obsession with national security: This trait is more or less an obsession with external forces attempting to ruin you. Edelgard's detractors would immediately leap to her designating the Church of Seiros as a target while forgetting that the CoS is her only target. With fascism, there is always An Enemy looking to tear down society, but that isn't the case with Edelgard. She targets the CoS for very specific and demonstrable reasons, and once they're defanged she sets out making peace with former enemies abroad and at home. Her detractors would point out Hubert continuing to observe Fodlan for internal threats, but given how fragile Fodlan's internal peace would be for years following the war (rebellions would be a common issue, whether or not the Agarthans are involved), this is more of a justified concern than an obsessive rooting out of imagined agitators. 7 is another no.

Disdain for intellectuals and the arts: Several characters Edelgard forms very close support attachments with (Bernadetta, Dorothea, Manuela, Linhardt, Hanneman) are artistic types or intellectuals, and, despite what her detractors would have you believe, so 11 is another no.

Obsession with crime and punishment: Edelgard treats Varley and Aegir, people who tormented her, her loved ones, and countless others with a very even hand. While Rhea's confinement appears to be under severe circumstances (underground and likely in isolation for five years), this isn't done because Edelgard felt like being extra mean: you simply can't confine a woman who can transform into a dragon in an ordinary cell. Compare this to the Knight of Seiros's obsession with summary executions and Edelgard comes off looking very merciful. 12 is another very likely no.

Rampant cronyism and corruption: Firstly, she actively fights against corruption.

Cronyism is where her detractors will point out her giving positions of power to close friends, but the issue there is a key aspect of cronyism is that the person committing it ignores it does so without regard for the beneficiaries' qualifications.

The two characters most likely to ruffle feathers are Caspar and Bernadetta, but none of their endings imply they were incompetent at their respective positions. It's simply the nature of Fire Emblem ending cards to assume the character was highly succesfull during the war - aside from a few joke characters or poor Ilios.

That's a few more knocked out, leaving only a few left.

Powerful and continuing nationalism: Nationalism is the focus on the advancement of one's own country above all others. Three Houses doesn't treat Adrestia, Faerghus, and Leicester as countries, but as regions or powers, but I'll ignore that for sake of argument. Edelgard detractors claim Edelgard is focused on the advancement of specifically Adrestia, but that's certainly not true. The common anti-Edelgard claim is she's trying to regain the lands of Faerghus and Leicester for its own sake, but she isn't, she's trying to unite Fodlan so she can bring her reforms to all the continent at once.

Additionally, she's very concerned for Brigid's well-being, see her support conversations with Petra in both games, and she expresses an interest in forging better diplomatic ties with Almyra. Ultranationalism of the fascistic sort usually involves a major withdrawal of foreign relations. This is another no.

Disdain for human rights: You could argue with some justification that this is a fairly weak spot for Edelgard through her alliance with the Agarthans, and there's some merit to that. It is, however, a bit jarring to argue that the woman who wants to usher in new human rights has disdain for them.

As I mentioned previously, her treatment of Rhea during her imprisonment in Enbarr is often a sore spot with Edelgard's detractors, and it definitely seems to be the case that Rhea was imprisoned underground and largely in isolation... but again, how does one humanely secure a woman who can transform into a 30-foot flying dragon? It's just one of those things of the issues of trying to secure such an individual.

Also, as I mentioned previously, Edelgard avoids cruel and unusual punishment wherever possible, even for those who've seriously wronged her, such as Aegir. Another no, though perhaps a bit weaker than some past ones.

Identification of enemies/scapegoats:

The scapegoats part is important. As I mentioned previously, in fascist societies, there always has to be An Enemy to fight against, as fascism is obsessed with action for actions' sake and unity against some Other, all to keep the people at home from paying attention to their rights being stripped away.

So while Edelgard certainly identifies the Church of Seiros and Nabateans as a problem for Fodlan as a whole, she does this for the very clear reason of stripping their ability to interfere in the peoples' self-interests, and not just to give Fodlan an enemy to fight. Noticeably, once the church and the Nabateans are defeated in Crimson Flower, Edelgard focuses the rest of her life on social reforms. There's no indication she continues launching wars, whatever Fantasy Invader tries to say. Another no.

Religion and government intertwined:

This would seem to be Edelgard's weakest point, since she appoints one of her own ministers as head of the southern church in Scarlet Blaze. In Crimson Flower proper we have too little information on church life in Adrestia under her to know this one either way.

It's worth remembering that Edelgard's reformed system generally acknowledges the first generations of people in power will more or less be people who would have already had that power, since they're generally the most apt recipients due to their initial advantage. In that regard, the head of Adrestia's religion doubling as a government official is a problem she inherited, not one she created: Count Varley was already minister of Religious Affairs. It would be a lot more suspicious if she named Hubert the southern bishop.

Furthermore, given the nature of Edelgard's merit-based reforms, once Varley dies there's a much better chance of the next southern bishop not being tied to Adrestia's government.

Lastly, Religion and government being "merely" intertwined is an improvement from SS and VW, in which Fodlan becomes a full-on theocracy, and AM, in which religion has permanent influence over the government.

And there we go! Of the fourteen warning signs of Fascism, only one of them could be honestly tied to Edelgard, and mostly only because of her loathed alliance with the Agarthans - which she ditches in Scarlet Blaze, leaving her entirely free of human rights abuses.

So yeah, Edelgard doesn't actually look very much like a fascist when your standards are actual fascism and not, "this lady accrues power and I don't like her for it".

That's why you never take an Edelgard detractor at their word, folks.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard positive #edelgard discourse #fascism

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semi-imaginary-place · 8 months

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Which characters have tragic pasts that aren’t recognized enough?

I think people don't notice because Petra is very active about her situation. She's a political hostage in a foreign land that has turned her country into a vassal state from the war that killed her dad. But she's made the most of it. Petra taught herself a new language, she trains constantly, she's made herself be involved with the politics of Fodlan, and she's always seeking to better herself and hone her skills so that she's not just a prisoner but someone useful to Brigid. Petra's the opposite of passive, she refuses to just let things happen to her, and in a lot of ways she doesn't have a choice either she is an active participant in her life or she will just be shuffled around as a political pawn and hostage against the country she loves. We don't know the specifics of the international agreement about Petra but I can easily imagine it being something like "give us a hostage as a guarantee you won't attack us or we'll continue the war we won, raze you to the ground, kill all of you, and take your land".

Claude's backstory isn't tragic and uh... at least half the cast if not more has had it worse than him but I do want to talk about it since I never see people talk about the struggles Claude has had. I think a large part of it is that like Petra, Claude doesn't show the struggles he's been through nor does he really talk about himself or his past. They both show a strong front and face forward in their lives.

Claude's spent his entire life being alienated, in Almyra for being too foreign and not Almyran enough and then in Fodlan for being too foreign and not Fodlan enough. He's faced multiple childhood assassination attempts just because of his parentage and at least some of these have come from family members. Claude is a rarity among the cast in having not only both parents but having 2 parents that love him. However his parents are of the tough love approach, that what doesn't kill will make him stronger so they offer him little support, protection, or help in a world that is hostile to him at every turn. And so Claude grew up with everyone against him, with his every action used as justification that he's weaker and lesser than a full Almyran. And this has destroyed his ability to trust or be open with people. Claude is very insecure in his interactions with other people because he's used to every slip of information given being used against him. You see this in his supports with Marianne where he sees any information about himself as possible leverage against him so it has to be exchanged like a commodity so that they both have equal leverage against the other. And yet he does genuinely want to help people and cares about those around him as clumsy as his attempts are at making friends. Claude's backstory is not nearly on the level of say Edelgard's or Lysithea's but it's a shame no one is talking about it at all.

Dimitri stans screaming and crying about poor Dimitri and yeah he's had it rough (a lot of 3H characters have traumatizing backstories) but Dedue is right there, what about his pain! The hypocrisy! The Tragedy of Duscar led to the massacre of his family and not only that but he's now a genocide survivor since Faerghus decided to wipe out Duscar, take over their land, rename and settle on it. Not to mention they were wrongfully scapegoated for it. Dedue has had everything taken from him so he doubles down on this life debt to Dimitri because it's the one thing he has left. It's a trauma response coping mechanism that he's rather override his will, opinions, and personhood for Dimitri's sake. And the of course Faerghus hates him and reminds him of that every day.

At this point I'm wondering if its a racism problem that it's Petra, Dedue, and Claude whose struggles are most often overlooked.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #claude von riegan #dedue molinaro #petra macneary

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fantasyinvader · 1 month

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With the last few points in mind, we can see how SS, AM and VW are may be somewhat radical from a Japanese POV.

In SS, Byleth's leadership goes against a very common mentality in Japan where it's viewed as wrong to give people money they did not earn, even when that person is in dire straights. In fact, begging for money is actually illegal over there. So with that in mind, Byleth focusing on reconstruction of Fodlan in addition to the Japanese text saying he supported “every soul” in a motherly-fashion, it does point to Byleth's rule being one that looked out for the people.

It also has elements associated with oudou, considering the Sword of the Creator's Japanese name the Sword of the Emperor of Heaven. Emperor of Heaven is term for the Jade Emperor, the deity that oversees Heaven's mandate (Mazu, the Emperess of Heaven, is commonly depicted in red robes... but she's associated with water as a sea goddess, not fire. She's also said to be an incarnation of the Jade Woman of Marvelous Deeds, and associated with a star in the big dipper, who is said to oversee all aspects of life and death and help those who call upon her. So, Edelgard's color scheme itself might be a red herring, as Sothis is the one associated with water). Byleth judged Edelgard as unworthy of following, rejecting her and in turn leading the Black Eagles to do the same. They no longer bend the knee to their emperor simply because she is their emperor, they take a stand against her actions and work to remove her from power. And this is consistent for them regardless of whether Byleth taught their House or recruited them to another House, not joining Edelgard is tied to their character development (see Ferdinand and Caspar's paralogues not being available in Flower).

Dimitri takes Byleth's supporting the poor a few steps further, believing change has to come from the people and giving them a voice in politics while at the same time supporting them. He empowers the masses, and on top of that even has focus on improving relations with foreign nations (whereas the Japanese text indicates Edelgard begins invading other countries). Dimitri is also meant to represent oudou himself, a benevolent ruler justly governing the people.

Claude also identifies Edelgard's rule as oudou, stops her, but then puts Byleth and his version of oudou in charge of Fodlan. I think the best way to put how Claude is radical is, to put it bluntly, fuck the past and fuck the traditions associated with it.

Claude's goal in coming to Fodlan was to learn from it in order to change Almyra, and he got that in Verdant Wind. He begins transforming his homeland into a trading powerhouse, works with the Church in order to bridge the two nations, and can even introduce magic to his country in one ending. On top of that, people have noted that he embodied a very negative stereotype of his people in Hopes, so his character growth proved beneficial. He's no longer the type who will flee to save his own life rather than protecting his people, he stops trying to manipulate everyone and instead work with them as well.

When applied to Fodlan, it's not saying that the Church is bad. It still continues to exist, but now the false history of Fodlan has been corrected. People now know what the past really was, not some glamorized image of it from the Agarthans nor the story told as part of a peace treaty. The Church is still going to be there, helping to rebuild Fodlan after the slate was wiped clean, free to spread it's messages without having to also recite falsehoods that can give people mixed messages. And on top of that, there's also support for other faiths and customs to be brought in, accepted and learned from. The game really drives home it's the dawn of a new era for a reason.

So, we have that. Meanwhile Edelgard trying to set the clock back on Fodlan, spouting ideals informed by Agarthan manipulations, and trying to conquer the world... this is all supposed to be tyranny according to the devs. SS, AM and VW all support some form of progress whereas Flower, once you see through the cracks and get to know Edelgard, is supposed to be regression. To return to old ways, old traditions, that the Church put a stop to for good reason.

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stergeon · 5 months

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at some point i will figure out how to write the post-canon, post-empire edelgard autonomy fic of my dreams. it just feels like a very big task and maybe like with playing the dane, i’m simply not old and traumatized enough to manage it yet.

but my vision is thus: it’s set years (realistically, decades) after the end of crimson flower, when everything has gone as right as it can possibly go. fódlan is thriving. the social reforms have taken effect. the nobility system is nearly eliminated, if not entirely so, with titles made merely symbolic. social mobility, welfare, and prosperity are high. there’s an explosion in arts and culture and technology. brigid and duscur have gained independence; relations with sreng and almyra are much improved; heck, maybe they've even figured it out with dagda. in my most idealistic version, leicester and faerghus would eventually be ceded back to become autonomous regions, essentially disbanding the adrestian empire. rule is no longer hereditary, but merit-based. there's a roadmap for the future, and everything is on track—and more than that, people at all points on the power spectrum have already seen it bear fruit. with or without edelgard, it will be pursued. there's buy-in. they believe.

of course, it's not perfect—nothing can be—but edelgard's vision has been fulfilled. the people are empowered. humanity is free. fódlan has healed.

and somehow, she's had enough time to resolve her goals outside of politics, too. those who slither in the dark have been eradicated. edelgard and lysithea's second crests have been successfully removed, allowing them to live if not full lives, then substantially longer ones than they would have with their twin crests intact. who knows—maybe she finally gets around to having that wedding.

point for point, every item listed in edelgard's manifesto has been checked off. the ghosts of her past have been laid to rest. she can finally take off her crown. she can finally pursue the quiet, humble life she's wanted for so long. she can finally breathe.

... but can she?

edelgard is nothing if not driven. her intelligence, vision, and sheer willpower allowed her to plan and execute a revolution against two countries and the most powerful institution on the continent, all while she was still a teenager. as royalty, her life was never truly hers even before she became heir to the adrestian throne, with all the additional baggage of survivor's guilt and the desire for vengeance and her need to ensure nothing that happened to her can ever happen to anyone else, ever again.

so what happens when that drive has no outlet? what happens when someone who has been constantly in motion, constantly working and planning and preparing every spare second of every day since she was fourteen years old, suddenly has to stand still? what happens when someone whose hands have been bound for so long—first literally in the dungeons of enbarr, then by the weight and responsibilities of her crown—is set free?

being edelgard, she would step away from the throne, no matter how hard it was for her to give up control. she's always been focused on the endgame, and she knows that if she doesn't let go, she'll be setting the wrong tone for fódlan's future. she's too devoted to that endgame to cling to power much longer than she needs to, though i could see her making some excuses and trying to iron out just a few more things to buy herself some more time to mentally prepare before she's done for good.

but who would she be then? who is the woman without the crown? what becomes of a machine once it is no longer needed, when it has made itself obsolete? what about when that machine is a person with legs and arms and an innate unwillingness to gather dust on a shelf?

what happens when you get everything you want? what happens when all your wanting has been for others to thrive, and now you have to want only for yourself? how do you discover who you are when you've spent decades being everything for everyone else? how do you find meaning again? how do you find purpose?

after a lifetime of devotion and passion and movement, how do you learn to sit with yourself, and be quiet, and be still?

gosh, i would love to meet her. i would love to pick her brain. but boy, i do not envy the work that girl has to do.

#sterge.rtf #fire emblem #fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg #realistically edelgard is not getting all of this done in her lifetime. but that wouldn't keep her from stepping away anyway #'cause a funny thing happened to edelgard during the crimson flower route: she learned to have faith again.#so even if she couldn't check every box and fix every societal ill she'd still be able to pass the crown to the next ruler.#maybe not without fear. but with confidence. with optimism. with the belief that she's leaving the world better than she found it.#she'd have faith in her people. faith in the future. faith in the groundwork she's laid. faith in the systems she's put in place.#faith that her vision will be carried out with or without her.#and that faith would allow her to eventually let go.#i so love edelgard pulling a george washington and saying nah i'm good on power. peace #though unfortunately i could also see her pulling a teddy roosevelt #and saying nah i'm good on power. peace. wait what are you doing. you're ruining it. you're bungling everything. i can't believe this #and making several (failed and increasingly insane) attempts to get back into politics #who is the taft to edelgard's ted tho. i don't want to do ferdinand the disservice of saying it's him even though i think it's very funny.#it's literally the opposite of his character as taft notoriously sniffed roosevelt's farts for a long time #until he finally pulled his head out of the guy's ass and realized there are other smells. such as the sewer. and garbage.#smells which he pursued quite happily much to ol ted's chagrin #meanwhile ferdinand does not think anything of edelgard's ass except that his is definitely better-looking than hers #(he's wrong on so many levels but you try telling the guy that)#in fact ferdinand has always taken great joy in pointing out all the things that smell better than edelgard does #which gives him an instant up on mr Take-Advice-From-Theodore #all this to say i think ferdinand von aegir would have been a much better president than william howard taft. that's just my opinion.#i'm getting off the rails in these tags idk what's wrong with me #sorry for equating your blorbos to long-dead american politicians everyone. i know this is a cardinal sin #also please don't take this to mean i think positively of washington or roosevelt or taft or whatever.#i hate all dead old white guys who ever held a modicum of power #i just had a hyperfixation on american presidents when i was in grade school and unfortunately now my brain works like this

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tisiphonewolfe · 1 year

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Writeblr Intro

Heyo!

I'm Tisiphone - or Tiss, or Tizzy, I don't mind (she/her). I mainly write SFF, but I intend to try my hand at horror and potentially espionage thrillers in the future. I also can't seem to write anything without women being very gay in the middle of it all, so I'm leaning into it.

I follow from @princessw0lf

About me:

I'm a disabled trans lesbian from the UK

What I like seeing in books? Mysteries woven through the plot that resolve satisfyingly. Characters that bounce off each other and grate against each other in interesting ways. Weird romances that don't dominate the plot, but are a key part of it. Great character development.

Favourite books? The Locked Tomb Series by Tamsyn Muir, The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood, Malice by Heather Walter, The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. And a lot of Terry Pratchett.

Fiction I probably won't enjoy? Something where the plot is purely interpersonal drama or romance with nothing interesting happening outside of it. Literary fiction. YA.

Outside of writing? By day I'm a software developer. The rest of my time is spent drawing, playing games both video and tabletop, and playing electric guitar (badly).

DMs/Asks/Tag games? Fire away!

@sam-glade is my pal and you should go check them out too!

With this blog I'm aiming to post writing updates, inspiration, and probably writing-related memes.

About my writing:

At the moment I'm primarily writing high fantasy/epic fantasy, with a view to trying out some more genres later on.

Admittedly a lot of the classic elements of western fantasy are in there, but I've been trying to get back to the mythological roots of creatures like elves, gnomes, and dwarves, and to present them as not being all white and vaguely British.

The world of The Tectomancy Saga is also, like that of my childhood writing hero Sir Terry, an odd shape. There's a reason for that, and we'll get to it eventually.

While my stories are currently third-person multi-pov stories, I intend to experiment on that at some point in the future.

My stories will probably all revolve around two things; a central mystery and a central relationship. I love a plot where you can pick at the smallest words and phrases, theorise about absolutely everything. I want to write stories where people have a thousand ideas about what the truth is, and each one of them knows there's a good chance they could be correct. I also, as a queer trans lady, want to write about sapphic relationships and include many people who are not cis.

My favourite themes to write are anti-authority, people breaking out of systems they've been trapped in for a long time, people being more important than power.

I'm definitely a plantser. I know kind of where I'm going, but let's see where the journey takes us along the way!

Finally, you can expect the tone of my writing to be trying to find that sweet spot between serious and dry humour that makes you groan, with a healthy sprinkling of subtle meme references.

Current projects below the cut

The Tectomancy Saga

On a bowl-shaped world suspended far above swirling blue mists, nine goddesses, witches, or geniuses, blessed their peoples with divine magics, then disappeared. Now, the world is decaying, tensions are rising, and people scramble to control the magics in order to shape the future.

Made with Crown and Claw

WIP Intro

High Fantasy: The classic Princess-in-a-tower-guarded-by-a-dragon story, but we see the machiantions that put her there, and what happens afterwards.

Releine Sholt is hand-picked by the heir to Tectomancy, Princess Almyra Tectus, to be her new bodyguard. The role has one ominous stipulation: nobody can ever speak to the Princess, on the threat of dire punishment.

'There was only one bed' turns out to have horrifying consequences.

Progress: Fourth draft done at 129.5k

Bound by Stone and Blood

High Fantasy: The saga continues from different perspectives, having different adventures, that will eventually conjoin.

Almyra vies for control of her kingdom. Ellimane tracks down two misfits who are being hunted by a rogue automaton. Releine visits hell. A new threat rises in the shadows of Versewelt, the decaying land.

Bitter exes who technically never dated are definitely not thinking about each other.

Progress: First draft underway at 69k

Snippets and Short Stories:

Flash Fiction Friday: On the Edge

Flash Fiction Friday: I Can't Tell

Her New Captain (Alternate Chapter)

Other

Naenia, through Murder

WIP Intro

Naenia, the reaper who is responsible for death through murder, is shellshocked when a murdered homicide detective returns to life before her eyes and promptly asks her out on a date.

Detective Carina Choudhry has an odd - very Goth - new girlfriend, who saved her from the serial killer she was on the trail of.

Progress: Complete at 46k

Fay and the Red Kite (Title pending)

Fay Orrel, a trainee mech pilot, finds that her beaten-up old training machine holds an AI that has replicated its deceased former pilot. She tries to keep the other woman secret from the PMC that owns the mech, who would be certain to wipe the AI's memories, destroying Mina forever.

Progress: Well, I wrote the prologue and some of the first chapter. Being dabbled with!

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writing #writers of tumblr

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tire-d-falcon · 11 months

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How Fire Emblem 3 Hopes butchered Claude's character.

In order for me to explain how 3 Hopes did him dirty i first have to explain what makes Claude so great in 3 Houses.

In Houses he's a clever and ambitious man who's main goal in life is to end racism and discrimination.

He wants to achieve that goal using his unique and powerful position as the Crown Prince of Almyra and the Leader of the Leicester Alliance to make that dream a reality.

For all his valid criticisms against the church and the Seiros faith he doesn't believe that violence is need to change the Church and Fodlan for the better and learns that Rhea isn't as averse to change than he initially believed.

He fights against Edelgard to put a stop to her senseless and bloody war that prevents him from achieving his dream and to protect innocents from her vicious conquest.

And whether he comes out on top, gets beaten by her or saved by Dimitri he's more than willing to disband the Leicester Alliance so that Fodlan can be better governed under one ruler and prevent opportunistic lords from sowing more conflict and he does everything in his power to keep his soldiers, citizens and himself alive by surrendering if he loses to Edelgard cause he know he can't achieve his noble dream if he's dead.

He's a wise, clever and creative visionary who wants to do everything in his power to achieve his goals as peacefully as possible.

Now that we've established that it's time to talk about his butchered counterpart and how he spits on everything Houses Claude stands for.

In Hopes he's a dimwitted and selfish man who's main goal is to preserve and expand Leicester's power, status and influence and dismantle the church through war which endangers everyone, Leicester included.

Not only has his original goal been reduced to an afterthought but the way he tries to achieve his new goal is more detrimental than it is beneficial.

He sides with his invaders who tried to violently conquer Leicester and slaughtered his soldiers and citizens. He continues Edelgard's pointless war that does more harm than good for everyone involved. He makes enemies out of allies like Faerghus and the Church the former out of a vendetta regarding Leicester and the latter over false and illogical accusations and throws away any opportunity to solve any issues with Faerghus and the Church peacefully by spilling their blood.

Not only was his vengeful nature not present in Houses but he's made statemants contradicting his stance on vengeance. From wanting to end a history of hostility between Almyra and Fodlan to extending mercy to Edelgard despite the crimes she's committed.

To make that matter even worse is that Hopes Claude is vengeful against the wrong group. He had no issues fighting Faerghus for what their ancestors did and yet doesn't have that same energy against Adrestia for their ancestors denying Leicester's right to be independent and the fact that Edelgard is responsible for the deaths in Leicester cause of her war.

And most accusations he throws at the church are either false or not even Rhea's fault but that of humans ( Which isn't to say Rhea and the church isn't without fault cause they definitely are corrupt ) and what's worse the church hasnt done anything to suggested they did commit the crimes he accuses them off and his source of information comes from an unreliable source.

He's so shortsighted, narrow-minded, delusional and all around idiotic that in Scarlet Blaze he and his weaker forces wages war against 2 bigger forces all in a sad attempt to conquer Fodlan for Leicester, needlessly throwing away the lives of his soldiers, citizens, friends and his own and disbanding Leicester in the process.

Which is all the more bizarre considering he teams up with Faerghus and the Church in Azure Moon despite his grudges against Faerghus and the Church making his decision to Scarlet Blaze even more stupid.

It's a shame it even came to this cause not only did the other 2 lords improve from their original counterparts but the goal of their routes were allowed to stay the same, Claude is the only one who's gotten a gross downgrade and the only one route objective was changed from stopping Edelgard and finding out the truth about Crests to becoming her errand boy.

The first half of Golden Wildfire was great and then everything went downhill since Claude killed his shoehorned and obnoxious brother. Why the second half couldn't be Claude cooperating with Faerghus and the Church like in Azure Gleam is beyond me.

But anyways that's the end of my long vent about 3 hopes and it's mistreatment of my favorite lord.

#golden wildfire #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem 3 houses #fire emblem #claude von riegan #khalid von riegan #verdant wind #fire emblem 3 hopes #fire emblem warriors 3 hopes #golden deer #3 houses #3 hopes

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omgkalyppso · 3 months

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"You can trust me. I hope you know that." your FE3H or BG3 characters of choice

I decided I'd write something I'd probably never have written otherwise! Shahid's surrender.

I'm not sure which AU it fits into. Avery is there, my shez oc. And Nader briefly.

The whole thing is 2,193 words and I'll probably put it on ao/3 later. No editing has been done.

Thank you for the ask!!!

Shahid felt the noose tightening. Khalid was the leader of this Leicester Alliance, he should not have been upon the field — what else could there be for him to prove? Unless he simply wanted to kill him personally.

In victory, Shahid imagined he would find his brother at the back of the army, or further still in the walls of some city. Why wouldn't he run away again, as he always had?

In defeat, Shahid would have expected to die at the hands of a stranger, or to be brought violently back to his brother's heel for execution.

Yet here they were, landing wyverns across from one another in a field already stained with blood, no action or subordinates to distract from their acknowledgement of one another.

“It really is you …”

“I'm here to stop you from ruining Almyra's reputation, Shahid.” Claude’s wording was careful. If he could appeal to his brother’s Almyran pride he might be able to turn the leadership of this fight elsewhere.

Shahid pulled on the reigns of his wyvern, causing the beast to rear back with a roar. “Her reputation in this land of weaklings and cowards?”

Claude sighed, disappointed that he’d stumbled on the wrong phrasing for Shahid’s current mood.

“Even now Fodlan's only glory is from the heels of Almyra's weakest link. Without you, this country will cannibalize itself within the decade,” Shahid spat, charging his mount forward, knowing that turning the wyvern would only give an archer lie his brother a larger target.

Rather than accept the clash, Claude took off, spinning thrice to avoid the thrown axe he’d known was coming.

“Almyra knows her worth!” Shahid shouted after him in chase. Whispering under the rush of wind and wings, “And mine.”

Shahid’s axes came close. A single strike to a winged shoulder would have been enough to risk a deadly fall and a lost friend, so Claude paced himself, not meaning to toy with Shahid, but timing sudden drops and careful acrobatics to his advantage. Arrows riddled Shahid’s wyvern before Shahid had managed more than a single scratch on the hide of Claude’s wyvern. Shahid’s mount’s movements had steadily become more choppy, but the final arrow sent the beast to the ground in a steady decline.

Claude wished they’d landed earlier. Shahid’s mount didn’t die gracefully, but Claude had some relief that his brother jumped down and across the wyvern’s wailing body, axe still raised in accusation.

“Give it up, Shahid!” Claude shouted, landing across the field, bow still raised. “It's over. You lost.”

Shahid’s eyes flickered to where a Fodlani soldier rushed forward, skidding to an angular stop to his brother’s side. Beyond, he could see his own fallen guard, and bared his teeth in rage.

“Let fly that arrow, then!” He taunted. “I'll never kneel to the likes of you!”

“But that isn't what I'm asking for you to do here!” Claude insisted. He threw his arms down in frustration, lowering his weapon as he thought of how Shahid would have demanded his allegiance, if not his death — and how he should be doing the same, whether because of Almyran custom, to hide his identity as planned, or for the safety of both Leicester and Almyra. He dismounted. “Let's end this, come on!”

Claude dreamed of the children they had never been, playing together, teaching one another, and reflected on how Shahid’s natural gravity and subtle intellect had inspired the methodology of his plans all the same. Even with how their environment had pit them and their siblings against one another, they were more similar than they were different, even if he would have to convince Shahid of the worth of people not from Almyra. He was his brother, and Claude wanted him at his side, even ahead of him, so long as he would listen, as long as he would try.

“You little brat …” Shahid hissed, holding his left shoulder as though his axe was heavy and he was supporting himself. “I'd sooner die!”

The knife flying in Claude’s direction wasn’t a surprise, but it also wasn’t an attack he should have been weathering, with dreams of reconciliation.

Avery was in front of him in the blink of an eye, easily parrying the thrown blade with the strange, summoned sword that acted as an extension of his arm.

Claude sighed hopelessly, and then donned a different mask as he addressed his classmate, “Thanks for that.”

With his dual blades still at the ready, and without looking away from Shahid, who took three more heavy steps forward, Avery squared his posture, tightened his jaw and tossed his head slightly to adjust his bangs.

“Look, Claude …” Avery said, low. “If you can't do it, then I can.”

Shahid heard him anyway and chuckled darkly as he swung his axe up to hold the weapon in both hands. “Yes, Claude,” he mocked, “loose a mongrel on a prince of Almyra. Even that would be more dignified than to be ended by the hand of an impertinent, soulless—”

“Prince Shahid—” Nader shouted, as if to interrupt him — royalty, while he had the impertinence to land his wyvern at his brother’s side.

Shahid would have none of that, and took off towards him in a run. “How dare you speak to me! You fucking turncoat.”

He expected his brother’s guard dog to cut him off and ignored the roar and shout as he readied to swing up towards the defensive maw of the wyvern on which Nader sat, catching an arrow in the upper arm at the last moment. His weapon faltered, and he should have died, but Nader pulled hard to turn his well-tamed beast aside and into flight again, leaving Shahid on the ground, injured and shamed.

“Why?!” he called up after Almyra’s supposedly staunchest general. “Why did you come with me at all? Why did I trust you?! How could you trust him?!”

It hurt. His pride, his arm, his heart. Yet when the soldier rushed his side, Shahid was able to spin his axe in a wide arc and send them crashing aside.

He expected that might earn him a moment to breathe, to rethink his retreat, but then Claude tackled him and Shahid lost his grip on his weapon as he met the earth unceremoniously.

They’d never fought before, not really. Claude had been a babe, a child, and Shahid had injured, annoyed and abused him if Claude had had the misfortune of being left without a sympathetic authority in his presence. Perhaps that had led Shahid to believe he’d never fought before at all, or to see him still as that helpless child.

Claude clamped a hand around Shahid’s throat, allowing his brother enough momentum to try to sit up from his place prone on the ground before shoving him back down, choking him briefly and cracking the back of his head against the ground. Shahid reached up to claw at his face with one hand, punching back against his brother’s left shoulder with his left hand. Shahid’s wild eyes shook and his vision swam, but he could make out the glittering pieces in Claude’s outfit at this inescapable proximity and despite how Claude decked him in the temple, he was able to steal one of his brother’s many knives with his left hand as his right clung to Claude’s chest, Shahid’s brain rattling in his skull.

Shahid drove that knife into his brother’s thigh and did not release the hilt through the resulting scream, nor as he used Claude’s shock to force them to roll aside.

Shahid longed to berate his brother, to banter and rage and tell him exactly why and how he would never take Almyra, but all he could do was grunt as he pulled out the blade and struggle with his right arm, still plucked by his brother’s arrow, to try to drive it down into the side of Claude’s head. Claude only had to raise his arm to redirect the blow into the earth, where Shahid left the knife and reached forward to grab his brother’s hair and knock him into the ground as Claude had done to him moments ago.

They tussled, all hands, and teeth, and hidden knives, and the rush of wind and dirt as Nader’s wyvern landed somewhere nearby, and Shahid knew he was going to die here.

Claude’s injured leg kneeled down on Shahid’s arm, the retrieved knife held down by Claude’s left fist, deep in his shoulder. Claude’s right forearm extended across Shahid’s chest, Shahid’s right arm twisted on the ground, the arrow now broken and its tip lost somewhere inside the wound. They both gasped for air, the same air, Claude wished he could shout, blood stinging down the side of his forehead getting caught in his brow.

“Shahid,” Claude asked again. “Don't make me do this.”

Shahid hissed through a false smile of teeth again, until Claude pressed the blade harder.

“Don't you want to see home again?” Claude asked desperately, close to crying as he watched Shahid’s eyes squint closed in pain. “The southern beaches, the western desert…”

Shahid’s eyes opened slowly, staring blindly at the blue and white sky above.

“Don't you want to see the sun tomorrow?” Claude bargained. They both winced, shoulders shrinking in shame and humiliation as Nader corralling a crowd could be heard at a distance.

“Shahid,” Claude begged. “Please.” He pulled the knife free, letting the tip press into Shahid’s cheek, not piercing the skin. “Keep your eyes. Keep your tongue.”

Shahid let his gaze drift to Claude again, the fight draining out of him as he thought of home, tears swelling with the realization of all he’d lost, and all he had yet to lose by agreeing.

“I mean to treat you with dignity and respect,” Claude promised, “and that means I won't seek to humiliate you if you just stop … But this respect also means I'll kill you if I have to, brother.”

Shahid smiled again, not at ease, but less malicious than before — more impressed.

“We don’t need to be enemies. But even as enemies,” Claude said, sliding the blade down to press up into the soft flesh under the corner of Shahid’s jaw, “you can trust me. I hope you know that.”

Shahid scoffed and felt the knife draw blood. He swallowed just to feel that he could, and endeavoured to memorize Khalid’s face in this moment: No joy in his victory.

“Get. Off. Me,” he declared, low and regal. He fully expected Claude to refuse, to press a promise of reconciliation, alliance, vassalage, or exile, but on his shaky leg, Claude slowly lifted himself up and stepped away. Shahid lay in the dirt barely a moment longer, reaching up to touch first his neck and then his forehead, bare, now that his circlet had rolled away on the ground during their fight.

Shahid looked over to the purple haired soldier that held their broken ribs in a crooked stance where they stood by the rubble he’d tossed them into, and then turned his attention back to Claude as he sat up with a grunt and a hand on his chest.

“Shahid—” Claude began again, silenced by a raised royal palm raised not so high as usual for the pain and exhaustion Shahid was subject to.

Shahid stretched his neck back, and closed and stretched his hands before making strides to pull himself to his feet, one knee, split open, nearly giving out on him, bleeding copiously through his armor.

“You,” he demanded of the purple haired soldier. “Ask for my surrender.”

Avery answered before looking to Claude in confusion. “What?”

“Please,” Claude said, an open hand facing the ground extended towards Avery to ensure he stayed his weapons. “Do as he says.”

Keeping in-line with the standard set by the nobles in his presence, Avery forced himself to stand though he kept his arm around himself, still feeling the weight of the Almyran prince’s blow.

“In the name of the Leicester Alliance, I demand you … call off your forces. And, uh, submit … to a total surrender.”

Claude’s wince and Shahid’s lowered brow reinforced how Avery had not done that correctly.

“Do I have any forces left?” Shahid asked Claude.

“We’ll take care of it,” Claude answered cryptically.

After a roll of his eyes, Shahid addressed the soldier again, “You will have to bind me.”

“There's no need for—” Claude began to object.

“Shut up,” Shahid said ineloquently. “I need no more than my hands to best you.”

Claude had to hold himself back from pointing out all the evidence to the contrary, and could see how his irritation earned another biting smile from Shahid.

“I will need to be bound,” Shahid told the soldier despite the bile in his throat.

“Yeah,” Avery agreed, sparing a glance at Claude. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Take him straight to the keep. And find him a subtle healer,” Claude ordered Avery. “He’s not a spectacle.” Shahid laughed openly. Claude hid his eyes in his hands and rubbed feeling back into his face, and then swept back his hair. “I have stuff to finish up here.”

#long post #fire emblem #three hopes #claude von riegan #khalid von riegan #shahid few3h #my writing #i made this #the fanfiction i mean

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randomkposts · 7 months

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I asked, and did get enough feedback to do another poll. I can't belive I forgot to include trust issues on a poll about Claude von Riegan. Welp time to fix that. I'm not going to put an other button as while some people did put in thoughts in notes/reblogs/ tags like I asked, the ratio between voters and people who added thoughts was not proportional. Not unexpected, but still disapointing. So I'll just ask here that you write in the notes or reblog and add any thoughts or options that may have been missed.

Greyscale won the previous poll, now lets see how it does against some of these new options

I am aware that friendzone may not be the most accurate/ prefered description term, however I can not think of a better term to use to summerize this poll.

For some well written out thoughts on some of the options, check out awakening girls reblog on the previous poll.

For the fanfic that inspired it,

If you want to vote all of the above, say so in the notes/reblogs please. In the meanwhile, vote for the one you feel influances him the most

#claude von riegan #fire emblem 3 houses #fire emblem #polls #random k

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thehumanistcrusader · 8 months

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I don't think we realize just dangerous Silver Snow could be for Byleth as a character.

(EDIT: Changed the title to reflect the headcanon-esque nature of this post.)

In the other three routes, Byleth has the house leaders to anchor themselves down when they receive their divine powers. In Azure Moon and especially Verdant Wind, they are able to maintain their humanity despite their rise to godhood because they have those bonds, and in Crimson Flower, they end up losing their powers altogether. But Silver Snow? Oh, Silver Snow is a whole other ball game.

In Silver Snow, Edelgard, who in another timeline would have been the one to relieve Byleth of their divinity and perhaps even fill their life with love and compassion, instead turns on them, leaving to fulfill her own ideals. Dimitri ends up going insane from his own demons and dies at Gronder, likely not in a very nice way, too. Claude is forced to leave Fodlan for Almyra in order to save himself. Worse yet, all the other students who weren't lucky enough to join Byleth are likely dead as well.

And Rhea, the one person they've been holding out for this whole time, the one person that they had hoped would be able to turn things around, is either dead, or has retired to Zanado. Byleth was just beginning to show their humanity, to warm their stone cold heart, and what did they get for it? Nothing. Their home is ravaged by war, so many of their students, their friends are dead, and the ones that did make it out will never get to see their dear Professor grow old alongside them. Even Cyril, the youngest voiced character in the entire game, will be nothing but a blink to the immortal Byleth. Sure, Seteth and Flayn are still there, and maybe Macuil and Indech could be convinced to come hang out at Gareg Mach, but even these 4 are nothing compared to the 40+ friends that Byleth has lost.

A major part of Byleth's story is the relationship between their humanity and their divinity. Azure Moon and Verdant Wind manage to strike a balance, albeit leaning towards human and divine respectively. The Black Eagle routes, then, are the extremes. In Crimson Flower, Byleth sacrifices their divinity to embrace their humanity, finding themselves in the loving arms of close friends, and perhaps eventually, family. In Silver Snow, what does Byleth do when almost everyone they know is dead, and they must now shoulder the responsibility of leading Fodlan for all eternity? Simple. They reject their humanity, and with it the memories of happier days, and embrace their divine nature wholeheartedly. There is no longer Byleth, there is only The Enlightened One.

Fodlan is transformed into a theocracy, ruled eternally by The Enlightened One, who rules with daft precision and perfection. Thanks to the technology from Shambala, Fodlan is transformed into a technological paradise. Every building is self-powered, all foods is grown in buildings with perfect conditions, all jobs are handled by machines. There is no disease, because The Enlightened One heals all the sick. There is no crime, because The Enlightened One rains divine judgement on those who sin. There is no war, because The Enlightened One destroys all who threaten Fodlan.

However, just as The Enlightened One guards those under the wings, so too do they strike down any from outside. Under their rule, Fodlan becomes even more isolationist, to the point where had folks like Petra or Claude tried to enter Fodlan, they would have been chased off like savage bears outside of one's house, because to The Enlightened One, that is essentially what they are: savage beasts threatening their precious home.

Fodlan becomes a perfect world, and yet, because of this, there is no growth, no change, no evolution. The Enlightened One has become a cold, apathetic, and pragmatic ruler in their rejection of humanity. Fodlan becomes cold, stale, emotionless, blanketed forever...

...in silver snow.

#fireemblemthreehouses #three houses #silver snow #fe3h byleth #byleth eisner

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slotumn · 1 month

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Headcanon notes about Fódlani diaspora populations outside of Fódlan

Scothaic ("excellent/elite" in Irish, endonym): northerners from Nemesis Dynasty who fled to Dagda (with the help of Brigidans)

Qispichisqa ("rescued" in Quechua, exonym but eventually adopted by the group): Adrestians from the counter-invasion following First Mach War who didn't (couldn't) return to Fódlan

Akbunuzi ("white horn" in Turkic, exonym): refugees of Sreng-Faerghus conflict, with largest populations in northwestern Almyra

Fideli ("faithful" in Italian, endonym): Southern Church exiles, with largest populations in southernwestern Almyra

Bazargani/Tajari depending on the region ("sell/trade/merchants" in Persian and Arabic, technically exonym but plenty adopted it for themselves): descendants of Leicesterian merchants in Almyra who continue to speak the language

My worldbuilding is that the Dagdans from the First Mach War and Dagdans from the more recent war are actually entirely different groups btw. First one, which I'll call Middle Dagda, is based on Teotihuacan (+other city states across Mesoamerica under its influence), second, which I'll call Lower Dagda, is based on the Inca Empire (except it's on the east coast on the continent instead of west). Although people in the two regions are aware of each other due to trade through Brigid (think of them as Pacific Islands in the Atlantic), the civilizations emerged independently and don't consider themselves to be part of the same group.

More about the diaspora populations under the cut

Scothaics fled from Fódlan to Middle Dagda late in the War of Heroes, and they were originally reviled by Middle Dagdans due to their "barbaric" cultures + bringing over all kinds of diseases. But elites of Middle Dagda soon realized their unsavory reputations made them useful soldiers, which resulted in many Scothaics rising in status through battles, and after a few hundred years of intermarriage they came to be considered just one of the many ethnic groups in Middle Dagda by others there.

Still, many Scothaics clung on their cultural identity as people of Nemesis' Fódlan, and the idea that they should retake the continent from Adrestians (even if they'd rule from Dagda upon succeeding) remained popular among them; they were one of the (but not the only) major factions within Middle Dagda who pushed for the First Mach War. Other Middle Dagdans think Scothaics are LARPing whenever they do the "we were Elites n shit" because by all means they've completely integrated into Middle Dagda now, but they let them have it because it can be politically useful.

Qispichisqas were Adrestians in the post-First Mach War Dagda exploration parties who made their way past Middle Dagda (their recent enemies) to the mountains of Lower Dagda, then got trapped there. The Adrestian government made no effort to retrieve them, but they were saved by the ruler of a prominent city-state near a lake, who they swore undying allegiance to. As that city-state expanded to an empire spanning north and south of the Lower Dagdan coast, they also began to deify the ruler, which was adopted and spread enthusiastically by the Qispichisqa, as it was similar to what the Adrestian emperors liked to do. As a result, the Qispichisqa hold a syncretic faith that's a fusion of early~middle Church of Seiros practices and Lower Dagdan religion.

At the time of canon, they still consider themselves to be followers of Sothis, but they also believe that their ruler is the rightful ruler over followers of the goddess, not the Adrestian emperor; from their view, the current Adrestia (and Fódlan as a whole) has strayed too far from the faith. Qispichisqa don't have a "retake the land" thing going on like the Scothaics because they consider Lower Dagda to be their home and holy land now, but they certainly had no qualms about invading Fódlan once their ruler ordered, either.

Scothaics and Qispichisqas do not get along if they meet each other, and do not consider themselves to part of the same demographic, whether that's Fódlani or Dagdan, mostly for religious reasons. That being said, they don't come into contact with one another that often; again, Lower and Middle Dagda are pretty far away from one another, and the geography would make a war between them very cumbersome, so the two regions try to not step on each other's toes. Sometimes they have scuffles over Brigid, but when that happens both armies are usually more preoccupied with killing Brigidans.

As you might expect from that, Brigidans do not like Scothaics or Qispichisqas alongside other Middle/Lower Dagdans and Fódlanis, and many not-so jokingly say that their ancestors helping Scothaics escape to Dagda was their worst mistake.

Akbunuzis are northern Faerghans in Almyra who crossed the Whitehorn Sea to flee the Faerghus-Sreng conflict, starting at or before 892 with new waves coming in every so often. The community is very poor, with many turning to crime for survival; as a result they have a poor reputation among larger Almyran society. Despite Almyra already being a multi-ethnic and cultural society, the government didn't make much effort to try and integrate the Akbunuzi, partially because they tend to be religiously and culturally rigid, mostly because the government needs there to be criminals for the military to hunt in order to advance their careers and recent immigrants made for easy targets.

Some Akbunuzi attempt to return to Faerghus, but reality is harsh, they are scorned there, too, for being "too Srengi" (as northern and northwestern Almyra also has lots of Srengis or similar ethnic groups and is strongly influenced by their culture + there's some intermarriage) and/or "too Almyran."

Fidelis are Southern Church Adrestians who supported Victoria von Hrym in 1065 and were subsequently exiled. Some went to the Eastern Church in Leicester, but others crossed the Pearl Sea to southwestern Almyra. Fideli are also known for not integrating into Almyran society, and are even more insular than the Akbunuzi. Many have "taking Adrestia back from heretics on the promised day" as their goal, and as a result religious extremism and indoctrination is very rampant within the community; they also have very high birthrates, and other Almyrans often scorn them by calling them biohazards/pests.

Some spread malicious rumors about beliefs of Church of Seiros after bad encounters with the Fideli, and the government makes little effort to dispel those, or to deradicalize and integrate Fidelis; partially because, again, it's legitimately difficult, but also because fueling prejudice towards easy targets is useful for staying in power and justifying constant military operations at the border.

People who identify as Bazarganis/Tajaris, aka Leicesterian-Almyrans in specific instead of just Almyrans with general Fódlani ancestry, usually have ancestors who moved to Almyra after the Leicester Rebellion of 801 at the earliest and mostly during~after the Crescent Moon War in 881. That being said, a lot of Almyrans with Leicesterian ancestry don't identify as Bazargani/Tajari after a few generations; most of their families were fairly well-off merchants who came to Almyra for economic opportunities, so many quickly changed religions and intermarried/integrated into ethnic groups that would provide them better connections.

Because the language(s) of Almyra and Leicester already overlap, Bazargani/Tajari identification is based mostly on religion; usually those who call themselves such are involved in businesses that sell across the border, necessiating that they stay in touch with their homelands.

Akbunuzis, Fidelis, and Bazarganis/Tajaris absolutely do not get along with one another, as old grudges and prejudices carried over from Fódlan gets amplified by the differences in socioeconomic conditions in Almyra.

Akbunuzis think Fidelis give their faith a bad name and that Bazarganjs/Tajaris are selfish and irresponsible for being rich yet not helping other Fódlani-Almyrans; Fidelis hate Akbunuzis for being "enemies of the Saints" (because they're descendants of northerners) and Bazarganis/Tajaris for being unfaithful/apostates/etc; and Bazarganis/Tajaris don't want to be associated with the "backwards and uneducated" Akbunuzis and Fidelis under the umbrella label of Fódlani. Things often get ugly between the communities if news of something happening in Fódlan reaches them, with violence/riots being an expected occurence. The reaction of larger Almyran society to such incidents is usually something like, "oh look the barbarians are being barbaric again, but why do they have to do it in our country."

That being said, the three populations do have something in common, and it's that they tend to not serve in the Almyran military. For Akbunuzis, it's because making money from crime is easier than signing up for the military, and if they try to sign up later, they'll get screened and cut and arrested because of the criminal records/connections. For Fidelis, it's for religious reasons; they won't serve a master other than the goddess and they won't fight for a cause other than taking back Adrestia from the heretics. For Bazarganis/Tajaris, they usually pay instead of sending soldiers, which is legal and the government lets them, but socially, it's a bad look— that's exactly where the stereotype of Fódlanis being cowards come from, and many see it as sign that their allegiances lie with their Fódlani homelands rather than Almyra.

Things presumably get better post-canon once Claude takes the throne; it wouldn't be easy, but getting people with Adrestian and Faerghan heritage on his side was probably good for diplomacy with Fódlan, too.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h worldbuilding #almyra #dagda #brigid #fodlan #slotalks #fe3h headcanons

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randomnameless · 9 months

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"Like, Miss “I already sent my troops to conquer your lands even if you are not the one harbouring the evil lizard lady I’m trying to get rid off” would really stop her war of conquest if the evil lizard lady dies?" You could say Clout's reasoning smacks of naivete.

Clout? Reasoning?

lol

Imo, in GW, Clout is playing on levels after levels of PR (like an onion!), and this "let's kill Rhea so the war will stop" is imo a PR excuse to justify invading Faerghus and getting Rhea out of the board.

Now, why the hateboner for Rhea herself, your guess is as good as mine (at least Supreme Leader has her "negative views based on Rhea's race", but I don't know it that's any better...).

(ramblings about Claude/Clout under the cut)

Claude isn't stupid (uh...) and knows Fodlan created the locket and the Officers Academy to fight back invasions of Almyra, and yet he seems to really believe (in FE16 at least) that Rhea is the reason why Fodlan apparently doesn't like foreigners, before discovering water is wet.

Worst reading, but one I can get behind, is Claude doesn't understand and resents the fact that Rhea, who is not a head of state, is listened to and loved by the randoms in Fodlan, she can influence them (only when they want to be infuenced though!) and the CoS, as an institution, is part of Fodlan's history and DNA/backbone.

If Claude wants to shatter everything to bring a "new age" where Fodlan will welcome with open arms their very friendly Almyran neighbours, Rhea has to be "shattered" too.

Take VW's ending :

Country, faith, history... All that had once formed the order of the world was wiped clean. The heroes whose very hands saved Fódlan from a dark fate commenced with the building of a new society. The leaders of this new, unified Fódlan began their walk down a seemingly endless path—one towards a world that would cherish differences in race and belief, one where all life would be valued equally. Those leaders clung to the hope that their path would not end with Fódlan, that it would someday span the seas to Dagda, and beyond the Throat to Almyra...

You get rid of the old and existing society/structure, to build a new one, based on lofty ideals, sure, and yet, again, how can you cherish differences in beliefs in you wipe Fodlan's faith, aka the thing people believed in? What about their history and individualities/differences ? It's wiped clean too?

A bit like Tru Piss's mistranslated ending where people thought it will erase retroactively Faerghus from history books, are we supposed to understand , from this ending, that Claude will erase Adrestia, Faerghus and Leicester from memory?

And the ominous last paragraph, what does it mean, they hope to export their path of "wiping clean" the world of "country, faith, history" too?

If we take this reading, Rhea and the CoS are inherent parts of Fodlan's identity and History. If Claude wants a blank chessboard to play "melting pot" with and ultimately add it to his future pot including Almyra, Dagda and whoever else, Rhea and the CoS, but also, the different states from Fodlan, had to disappear. Supreme Leader helped him with the "get rid of 3 states" and arguably with Rhea's death, so in a way, Claude reaps what Supreme Leader started.

But not to MAGA, to create a new land encompassing everyone (whether they want it or not!) and being one of its heads.

This is, imo, the darkest take/reading on Claude's situation and plans, but bear in mind yellow units in FE Jugdral (the game tool inspiration from Jugdral per the devs!) are antagonists, add to that Nopes and even FE16's Claude who, albeit not on the level of Supreme Leader, keeps his plans to himself - and always mentions tearing down the "walls" that separate Fodlan from the outside world, without ever mentionning the fact those walls were built for some reason.

It's not important anyways, and if you think otherwise, it's because you were led to think otherwise, we should all be friends.

Sure, interacting with outsiders doesn't contradicts Seiros's tenets, but in the end, what is Claude saying?

If I can realize my dream, Fódlan will be reborn. The old age will end and we'll welcome a new dawn.

The current Fodlan, that is supposed to follow Seiros's tenets will... end? Seiros' tenets says something, but they still need to be ignored to build a new world that will promote the same thing those tenets preached.

Hm.

The issue, imo, isn't about what is being preached, but with the "Seiros tenets" in themselves.

#replies #anon #character rant #character salt #in a way the layers of PR and knowing when he's being true to his feelings makes him an interesting character #which is closer to Supreme Leader indeed #but just like her the fact no one challenges him is infuriating #just like the realisation he never trusts anyone #bar Billy and even this is very light #do you seriously think wiping history and faith can be done?#there's reason why Seiros the Warrior and the end of the WoH had to paint Nemesis and the Relic users as #not the people they were #tbh the ending mural made me reconsider a lot of stuff about VW and Claude's character in general #but maybe i'm off #fe16

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kyogre-blue · 7 months

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This awful nightmare month had FOUR paralogues. So tiring. And they don't even let me kill Flayn or Seteth! Or let me see Rhea murdering those two NPC imperial suckups. Disappointing all around.

To get my notes under the char limit, I'll put the part about the first paralogue here.

Immediately after Claude's death/deportation, we get invaded by Almyra. Holst "fell ill" but big doubt.jpg, since he does not show his face to either Hubert or Edelgard (Hubert can only comment that "it's said" that Holst looks and smells awful). The Alliance supposedly can't cooperate enough to muster forces to support the Locket, even though we just spent lots of time playing up how Claude maneuvered everything to go down with the least amount of damage possible and how the Alliance has been extremely peaceful and cooperative to our occupation and invasion. The Goneril soldiers book it immediately when we arrive, no green units for us. And at the end, Holst politely passes the duty of guarding the Locket to the Empire. Which is another way of saying he refused to do it anymore, possibly on account of the dead little sister. You know, just maybe.

This is hilarious in general, and you can read all kinds of funny things into it, especially since this is the route where the game lies to you all the time with a straight face, so you are free to interpret practically all things you're told as complete bullshit (and you'll be provably right at least half the time).

Personally, I think it's very funny to assume everyone who says the Alliance occupation is going oh so well is either wrong or lying. I mean, sure, Claude supposedly arranged it so things would go peacefully whether he won or lost, BUT he was wrong at least twice about his allies surrendering peaceably and his dying words are about how he misread the entire situation. Yeah, logically this is all structured to contrast how the Kingdom and the Church won't go down as peacefully, but it's funnier if the Alliance is also not peaceful about this at all.

Almyra certainly is not looking like a future friendly neighbor, despite Edie's optimistic outlook.

Live blogging:

Hubert reports that Thales has started collecting the Relics from the Alliance (cool! definitely not a problem! Hilda wasn't casually able to oneshot everyone with that awful axe!)

He also suggests that we have one of our Lions recruits pretend to be a hostage to force their family to betray the Kingdom. Lovely man, so practical.

Byleth: you're using too many Proper Nouns, I can't keep tracks :( Edelgard: don't worry about it, kitten

Nader's in good spirits, at least. The Almyran forces have a lot of wyverns, mounted archers and also giant birds.

Edelgard thinks we can befriend Almyra, she would even consider a treaty. It's not a land ruled by blind fealty to the goddess (lol), so as long as communicate openly and respect the differences between our cultures... OK. We're not gonna mention Claude at all, which is funny.

Next paralogue! Hubie is investigating Solon, Kronya and Arundel. He wants to know their identities, their origins, their numbers, their base of operations, their plans, and where they acquired their dark powers, how they disguise themselves. He calls them "those who slither in the dark."

Now, working backwards from this, it means that he doesn't know these things in early war phase (where we are now), unless we assume he got further in his investigations in other routes.

Also, as has been pointed out, although this is a descriptive name that Hubert came up with, it's also used by Rhea for some reason.

It's a shame that Arundel is just Thales, he has a pretty nice design.

Hubert calls Arundel "Regent" even now. Weird!

We're sent to help some Agarthans who were experimenting in the Sealed Forest but their demonic beast subjects ran wild. Hubert later suggests that this was all a setup to make Edie's faction feel powerless in the face of the Agarthans' experiment (because they are aware Hubert is investigating them), but it backfired because Hubie isn't intimidated at all. He's looking forward to when Edelgard finished uniting Fodlan, and then House Vestra will fight the Agarthans in the shadows. (Hilarious from a narrative standpoint.)

Incidentally, you only need to save more than half the mages to get Arrow of Indra. The "Mysterious Mages" that you save also do not have Agarthan Technology abilities unlike the shapeshifters. Ladislava is popular with the citizens of the empire. She doesn't put up airs, is talented and also beautiful. She's known as the Scarlet Warrior.

There isn't much unrest in the former Alliance territories, perhaps thanks to Caspar's dad's strength (aka keeping them in line by force).

Riegan was once a branch family of Blaiddyd, which is very mysterious given their different crests.

Ladislava's troops depart at the end of the month (February) to the western front. They have high mobility. iirc she's a wyvern rider.

It's a bit funny to get the quest for the Almyran merchant same month as the Almyra invasion paralogue.

Claude told Lysithea roughly that she shouldn't focus too much on whether they win. Unlike Judith and Hilda, she listened lol.

Hubert hanging out in the Deer classroom, thinking about Claude. Relatable. He says that Claude has a compassionate exterior, but underneath is cold and calculating. Harsh! Also, not really in line with Claude's behavior toward his allies.

Linhardt says that there's a passage from the Holy Mausoleum to the Holy Tomb, but he can't figure out the mechanism. It's not really clear where the Holy Tomb is, and I've seen the speculation that it's under the amiibo gazebo... but the Holy Mausoleum is in the cathedral, so the two being connected... it's possible both are true, but kinda weird if so.

Dorothea: They'll write operas about this... I'm sure a pretty actress will play you :) And Edie :)) Maybe they'll throw in a love story :)))) hahaha (extremely awkward laugh)

Just realized you steal Zoltan's idol from the advisory room in the cathedral. Nice.

Hubert and Edie A: He emphasizes again that he's devoted to her due to personal feelings but also that he's not loyal in the sense of following her orders. He does what he thinks is best and if Edie disagrees, or doesn't like it, or is kept in the dark for her own good, well, that's how it is. He also mentions that his devotion became personal after Edie returned from the Kingdom, which calls back to how he and Ionius treat it as some kind of malicious kidnapping.

Petra paralogue: Church is threatening Brigid :( Well, per the Empire's perspective. Catherine is here <3

Jokes aside, Petra's perspective is interesting. Brigid is trapped between the Empire and Dagda, and they don't have the ability to stand against either one. They were dragged into war with the Empire by Dagda, which they then lost, and Petra's father was even killed. So they became a vassal state of the Empire, but given the whole racism issue, they probably were not in a good position. So Petra is focused on basically proving that Brigid is a useful and valuable ally for the Empire. Which is a rather practical approach.

Leonie paralogue... Interesting details that you need recommendations to get into Officers Academy. In the Alliance this means paying nobles to get them. Raphael mentions that his family sold their business to pay for him, iirc, since he wasn't up to running it anyway. Ignatz's parents are more successful, so perhaps they could just afford it. Leonie's entire village had to chip in to buy her way in. Presumably Ashe was sent by Lonato directly (though interesting choice given that the uprising happens very early in the year, so he must have already been planning it). I think the only other commoner is Dorothea, who... well.

Linhardt brings up the crests perpetuate the nobility angle and says to take it up with the Goddess for handing them out like that. But given where Leicester crests actually came from... sigh

Linhardt read about the legend of Saint Indech, so it's free real estate for any other character to read in an AU. Very nice.

Lake Teutates... Indech is a giant turtle. Man, these "dragons" are all kinds of shapes lmao. He attacks with water spikes.

Leonie calls the Immovable One a "magic beast" which we haven't seen so far, only wild beasts and demonic beasts.

Linhardt immediately caught on that the Immovable One is Saint Indech.

Petra has been in Fodlan for 9 years as of the war phase, so she came 3 years before the Academy.

Garreg Mach can be entered from the north by following Aillel, the Valley of Torment.

The map this time is a modified version of the monastery defense map from end of Academy Phase and second battle of the other routes. Previously, I didn't realize that the right hand third is gone. Presumably, this is the gorge that Byleth fell into...

We're fighting an expeditionary force led by Alois, while Rhea and Catherine hold off the rest of our army at the Sealed Forest. Aaah, they're so cool <3 They're also set up an ambush.

OK, so the situation with Flayn and Seteth is that they just retreat when defeated, regardless of who fights them. I thought there would be some scene about specifically sparing them, but nah. They just leave on their own. You don't even have any unique dialogue with Seteth, and Flayn just talks about how she won't kill you since she owes you her life.

Rhea murdered the heck out of Ladislava and Randolph off-screen. Shame, I would have loved to see it.

We killed Alois tho! He felt that, since we betrayed Rhea, Jeralt would not have approved.

#playing fire emblem

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pangtasias-atelier · 1 year

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Hello! I see that you’re open for requests again. If you don’t mind too much, would you write some Claude Von Riegan from 3Houses weight gain? Like him starting to gain tons after becoming king since he’s all about feasting (but he tries to deny it).

So doing this request really made me wanna play the game again lol. Cause I do love me some Claude. Also really enjoyed this request even though it made me feel worried cause like I wanted to add more characters but it wasn't called for so I just added one ajndbhsjn

Warning: This is a fetish story!

"Please, more food for our guests! And some extra wine from our reserves while you're at it," Claude lifts up his own wine glass; the last few remnants of his wine swirl around the bottom of his crystal clear cup. The plates in front of Claude are the same as his emptied out glass. Each plate is nearly cleaned out. Only crumbs litter each dish that was once full of food.

Contrary to Claude's claims, his guests still have food. Nowhere near the amount that they started with —both men almost as eager to enjoy the time of merriment as their host— but the two dignitaries are near the tail end of managing to eat all the food offered to them by such a hospitable host.

A host whose hospitality is matched by his girth.

Claude had begun implementing his own methods upon taking the Almyrian throne. His time spent in Fodlan and with its people’s customs gave him a different mindset compared to his people in Almyra. But Claude couldn’t forgo Almyra’s own customs and principles, especially while trying to foster better relations between Almyra and Fodlan, specifically with its bordering country the Leicester Alliance first. Feasts heavily involved with Almyrian culture, feasts that were meant to celebrate and honor the dead after battles and skirmishes that Claude wished to avoid, the new king had begun to spin some tale over his new ideas. So, Claude began to throw feasts with every new treaty, council, or decision he made, claiming that such important decisions should be accompanied to honor the deceased while creating a country the deceased could be proud of. Which had surprisingly worked in his favor as the months of his reign began to grow, the cheerful environment even better for making deals in Almyra’s favor.

And because of Claude’s often thrown feasts, his own figure has softened. Considerably so. His face no longer carries the same sharp features it once did. Instead, his doughy cheeks puff out from his lovingly soft and round visage. The bit of well kept facial hair outlines the slight curvature of his face, highlighting his puffy, bloated self. Claude already has a double chin, adding to his softened appearance like his plush neck. Claude no longer wears any of his armor or adornments on his tan outfit. His coat is no longer completely closed like before; the pristine white undershirt that matches his cravat peeking out from the portions of his attire that can’t wrap around his pudge. His coat struggles to cover him up the most in the lower portion of Claude’s torso from his gut. His stomach sits comfortably in Claude’s lap. His newish gut is a large recipient of his recent weight. The soft, plush belly that can be cradled by two sets of hands stretches out his shirt but is completely covered up by the taut fabric. Claude’s chest is obstructed by two layers of clothing; his coat still strains against the width of his new, larger chest. The two soft breasts don’t quite rest on his stomach due to Claude’s posture, but they do sag down from their own size, close enough to be permanently touching his gut after some more weight. Claude’s sleeves and pants fare much better than his coat and shirt. The material sturdy as it is poofy, the fabric would be able to hide his blubbery 300 pound body if not for the rest of his outfit giving it away —or Claude’s new habits that came along with the constant feasts. The fabric of Claude’s sleeves and pants still retain their usual large look but now his limbs fill out most of the space where before there used to be breathing room. His round thighs don’t fill up the expanse of his seat, Claude’s seat always much larger and wider to match its ornamentation as his title of king. Claude has his legs spread out to give them some breathing room. And some breathing room to his gut with a lower roll of flab that rests on his thighs. Claude’s sleeves betray none of his added poundage but the shoulders are tight on his figure, the fabric straining and giving him some resistance whenever he reaches forward for another bite or sip of his drink. Claude’s coat once reaching all the way down to just below his ass, the fabric is pushed further up by both his gut and ass. Claude’s rear still holds definition to it, the two flabby yet shapely cheeks covered up by his hardworking pants. But his coat does show off the outline of the upper curve of his ass as the lower flaps of fabric rest and drape over the upper half of his butt.

Claude still eating away, his attention goes towards the servants returning with food and drinks in hand. More wine is poured into his empty glass first before they serve the half full glasses of his visitors; the plates of fried pheasant and bourgeois pike are placed onto the table similarly, Claude’s portions also larger.

Both the dignitaries dig into their sample sized platters despite already feeling quite stuffed. Both of them from western Almyra, the two’s constant visits relating to issues on the border have left both of them with the trace of a starter belly, both of their muscular figures now sporting a small layer of pudge.

Claude waits until after he finishes half of both of his plates before speaking, but more importantly, he waits until both of the other men’s minds start to focus on coaxing and easing their stuffed stomachs, the wine helping loosen their thought process as well.

“So, I take it that we’re at an agreement then.” Claude declares, suddenly standing up —pushing his chair an extra foot back first to give his gut enough room. He hides his smile as he sees his guests glad to be free from the formalities of their king, both still doing their best to nurse their aching stomachs as discreetly as possible. “As long as you keep an eye on stopping fights from breaking out on the border, then I’ll give more of our profits from exporting minerals to your territories. I already spoke yesterday with the lords from the easter territories, so exports should be even more lucrative for Almyra,”

“Of course your majesty,” Both men agree to the beneficial terms.

Calling some servants to show them their quarters, Claude smiles to himself when he finally gets a moment alone. He glances down at the table. Not allowing such good food to go to waste, he takes his two half finished plates of food to his room, quietly humming along the walk.

"Here you are, your majesty," Claude's accountant —a thin, wiry man who's served him for a year now— hands Claude an entire set of documents he's been working on for the past few days. The multiple pages are filled with all of the invoices regarding the weekend's festivities. A banquet being held in honor of all the staff's hard work, Claude had hired numerous people to fill in and cover the jobs of those being honored.

Claude rifles through the paperwork, pudgy fingers leafing every corner of the parchment. His other hand delicately picks at the charcuterie board. He drops zero crumbs; Claude absentmindedly brings the assortments of meats and cheeses to his mouth while glancing at each invoice. A large empty bottle of champagne sits on his desk, the last bits of the drink in Claude’s glass with him having drinken the rest of it.

"Looks like everything is in order. Make sure they all receive fair compensation," Claude leans back in his chair as he sends his accountant on his way.

All alone for a brief moment, Claude takes the time to catch a breather. In a private secluded off room, the expansive area is built with him in mind with Claude being its main user. There is a distinct lack of furniture, the main seat set off to the side to accommodate such a bulky user.

The constant feasts have done a number on Claude's waistline. An extra couple hundred pounds on his figure, Claude still maintains his appearance. His clothes hug his shapely figure. Claude's current weight makes even his fat self from months back seem small with all the extra pounds packed onto his body. Claude's stomach lurches all the way down onto his thick lap. His massive gut well accustomed to exorbitant feasts, the pile of flab is nearly always filled to the brim. His gut takes up almost all of his lap. His thighs are large in their own respect; the two thick legs are spread out to give his large thighs some breathing room. His stomach takes advantage of the extra space though. Claude’s massive gut oozes in between the two large thighs, his lowest fold of belly fat hanging over his chair like a canopy of flab. Claude’s fat pad is squished in between all his adipose.

Claude rests a large, flabby hand on his dome of a gut. He rubs his belly while still picking at his overloaded board. His stomach rises and falls with each labored breath he takes. Claude’s large chest also rises and falls. His breasts have filled out with enough flab to where the sides of his moobs sag enough to always be touching the upper rolls of his stomach fat when sitting. His bicep presses up against his breasts while he rubs his aching gut, flab squished together. Claude slowly puts away the entire assortment of food despite the complaints coming from his overtaxed gut and the complaints coming from the cramped chair. The chair is as stuffed as his own gut, the chair crammed full of Claude’s own bulk. His ass and thighs practically spill out of the furniture, Claude’s ass filling out his tight pants with them being as wide as a chair specifically meant for him.

Claude continues to eat at his now almost emptied out charcuterie board, a small dusting of crumbs from the crackers on his plump lips and cheeks. Glancing down at his corpulence while cramming the last bit of food in his mouth, Claude continues to rub his stomach. He sits in silence for a few minutes, the only sound accompanying him being the churning of his belly. He basks in his own enormity before getting up. The simple movement is much more of a process nowadays. Especially when he had zero trouble back in his slim days. Now, Claude slowly rises up with a groan building up in the back of his throat, arms growing warmer with a slight strain to them as he does his best to not disturb his stomach. Standing up, his stomach sags even further down without a cushion for a lap for it to nestle in between. With a great big stretch —Claude’s bones cracking as he raises two meaty sized arms as high into the air he can, his soft face squished in between two positively fat arms— Claude’s tucked in shirt strains. The fabric pulls out from between his pants and flab, the very lowest curve of his tanned and fuzzy belly poking out from underneath.

He ignores the outfit malfunction in favor of waddling back to the festivities. His engorged figure wobbles just from the slight exertion alone, Claude heading back to enjoy the assortment of delicacies awaiting him.

Lorenze is wide eyed at the spectacle in front of him. “This has to be a joke,” He mutters under his breath, still aware of his surroundings.

Not ever having expected a complete peace between Almyra and the Leicester Alliance, even knowing that Almyra now had Claude’s capable mind and hands to guide it, Lorenz had been shocked into silence for several minutes when he had received news of an official peace treaty between the two countries.

His current shock almost mirrors his shock from before. Almost, Lorenz having enough decorum to subdue his expression.

“Thank you. I believe I know the rest,” Excusing himself, Lorenz silently thanks Claude for having the foresight to explain the two’s friendly relationship to his staff. Especially since the two’s continued back and forth letters were meant to be kept a secret as friends.

The entire room is a jumbled mess. The banquet hall is filled to the brim with countless others mingling about the area. Today a celebration in honor of tomorrow’s peace signing, the party going company outdoes anything Lorenz has ever seen. His petite arms ache as others bump into him. But he eventually makes his way to Claude, a secluded table meant for just the two of them as friends but also as representatives for their countries. At the end of the table is a large cutout, said cutout created to allow better room for the absolute behemoth of a man who eats away.

“Everyone got worried when you and your entourage didn’t show up on time but I knew you’d make it,” Claude makes no attempt to stand up and greet his guest. Lorenz wonders if he even could get up without taking an eternity to do so, so much of Claude to go around now. Claude already has a selection of plates in front of him; some of his plates are emptied out.

Seated in his spot is Claude. His years as king have clearly done wonders for his body just as it has done for Almyra. Claude is now an enormously fat man; clearly on his last vestiges of mobility, his body is absolutely bloated from his countless meals and abundant indulgence. Claude is at least five times the man he used to be. So excessively fat, he needs everything custom sized to withstand him now. And he clearly struggles with even those accommodations. His clothes are a strained mess; multiple yards of fabric wrinkled and bundled together from stretching over so much volume and surface area. The few remaining buttons that haven’t already torn off on Claude’s top try their very best to cover up their obese king. The upper buttons gone, Claude’s ample chest sags out of his forcibly made low neckline shirt.The shirt barely covers his midsection, three buttons left. Claude’s breasts —which are now larger than his own face and are even comparable to his stomach when he first started gaining weight— seep over the fabric. His chest free, Claude even uses it as his own personal table by resting whichever plate he currently eats on them. He pretty much needs to with how much his arms struggle with even the most minimal and sluggish of movement. Like his own breasts, Claude’s girthy arms are wider than even his own head; the two impressively sized arms resemble pudgy thighs from how swollen in fat they are, the two encumbered limbs sagging in fat each time Claude lifts a fat hand to grab even more food.

The bottom couple of buttons of Claude’s shirt also popped off, the culprit had been Claude’s enormous gut. The large, blubbery gut has free reign to take up as much space as it wants. His titanic gut does exactly that. The blanketing mass of fat covers his entire lap, the sides of his own chair, and surprisingly even manages to seep onto the table custom made for Claude. Claude’s gut large enough to cover a person, the massive stomach looks proportional on Claude. While Claude’s thighs are hidden under a pile of fat for a stomach, the two thick legs are cramped in his seat. The arm rests surprisingly manage to withstand the onslaught of flab, only slightly bulging outwards from Claude’s meaty thighs. Not that anyone can see it but Claude’s pants are unbuttoned, his bulging fat pad comfortable buried under his gut. The elastic waistband of his pants seem to have no more give to them; Claude’s blubber is squished and pinched by the fabric. Claude’s thighs fare a little better, surprisingly so considering each thigh is wide enough to need its own chair — a chair for normal sized people, Claude’s tremendous weight and size anything but normal. His pants have the beginning of a few tears running down the side seams. Claude’s ass smushed between the chair and a few couple hundred pounds of the rest of his body, his large posterior still forces Claude to sit a bit forward in his chair, his jutting ass already cramped as it is even with the extra room he gives it. Like the rest of his pants, a small tear runs down the back of his pants. Though Claude thankfully has underclothes to cover up his ass, not that he hasn’t already shown more than enough of himself already after a few of his more infamous feasts.

Upon seeing the state of Claude, Lorenz simply keeps quiet. He bites his tongue, silvery lips of honey laced words unable to save him when he can barely process the sight of a man who seems able to eat through an entire night —of which Claude has definitely indulged in multiple times.

“Take a seat,” Claude covers the upcoming belch with his hand, still not too far into partaking in all the festivities to not be wasted. Though his tolerance has shot up from how much he drinks and eats.

Lorenz does as told. He never breaks eye contact with Claude’s pudgy face as he descends into his chair that’s a third of Claude’s width. He glances down at his own food, the rich delicacies somehow still fresh and warm despite his tardiness, before looking back at Claude. “So,” Is all Lorenz musters.

“Hmm?” Claude diverts his attention from his food. His distended jowls wobble as he chews. His chins do the same, all of Claude in a perpetual state of motion from even the slightest of actions. Still chewing, Claude waits for Lorenz to speak. He does his best to look at the still silent Lorenz, but break eye contact every so often to cram more food into his mouth.

“I see,,,” Lorenz glances down at the table. “I see than you’ve been throwing a lot of feasts,”

“Oh this? No, not really. This is a special celebration for tomorrow,”

Lorenz’s fingers drum at his thighs, thighs that are thinner than Claude’s own arms. “Is that so? I asked around and everyone made it seem like such a common occurrence,”

“People love to talk about how great others are,” Claude reaches forward to put a now empty plate back. Leaning forward, his gut smothers more of the table. His movement is sluggish, Claude’s face growing flushed.

Lorenz doesn’t bring up the weight of Claude’s pudgy court. Or how Claude eyes him with a grin while struggling to grab a plate. “Well, you deserve it. Who could have expected peace between our countries would be possible? Besides us at least,”

“You made it clear in your letters, yes,” Plate secured, Claude lets out huge huffs, his monumental gut rising and falling. With one hand feeding himself, Claude rubs at his gut with the other.

“Yes,” Lorenz’s hands clench the table.

Claude keeps eating in silence. Eventually, his rubs turn into full on groping, each bloated roll of flab grabbed and shaked while he delightfully stuffs himself, a few breathy moans accidentally escaping his lips. “You can eat too,” Claude politefully adds. But only after licking the remnants of his plate off his sausages for fingers, Lorenz staring back at Claude’s half lidded eyes.

“Well,” Lorenz stands up. “It seems you might need the food more than I,” His entire face is red; redder than even after embarrassing himself by giving wrong answers in classes many years ago, redder than even Claude imagined after the two’s multiple exchanged letters. Walking around the table Lorenz pushes his hair out of the way to keep looking at Claude.

“I am still rather hungry,” Claude does his best to lean back in his chair. He doesn’t say much else, Lorenz already upon him with a plate in hand.

Uncaring, or perhaps spurred on by Claude, Lorenz takes a seat on Claude’s lap —but not without having to lift up the mass of fat and letting himself be pressed up against it as he takes a seat.

“Rather forward, no?” Claude teases. He opens up his mouth nonetheless as Lorenz brings him a forkful of food.

Lorenz ignores him. He uses Claude’s chest as a table as well to free up his other hand to rub at Claude’s immensely obese body. Lorenz has to drape himself against Claude, sinking into so much plush fat. “Your subjects seem to not mind such a pig for a king, so let’s make sure they get an eyeful of you at the summit tomorrow,”

Claude simply smiles and allows himself to be fed. His gut exposed, his navel barely covered up by the too small shirt, he obediently allows Lorenz to feed him, ready to show himself and his accomplishments to Almyra.

#my writing #fat emblem #male weight gain #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain

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