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kumeko · 1 year

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A/N: For the Welcome Home zine! I think Jertiza would have a hard time rediscovering who he is, what parts of Emile still exist, after everything’s over, but Mercedes is more than willing to wait by his side till then.

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Jeritza didn’t know why he was here. He didn’t know why he was standing on a cobbled pathway, a rickety gate creaking behind him every time the wind blew. He didn’t know why he was staring up at a one-story high wooden building, its body long and wide like a broadsword, its lights darkened due to the late hour. On a moonless night, he was all but invisible to any eye that accidentally peeked out the window, and it would be a simple step to turn and return the way he came.

Most importantly, Jeritza didn’t know why he was here. Emile would come here for his sister. The Death Knight would raze the place down. Jeritza was a teacher for only a few short months and even that hadn’t been out of choice. The orphanage in front of him had no place for a lost man like him, for a man who didn’t even know who he was, let alone what he wanted. All he had was the shirt on his back and the sword on his belt and neither really belonged here.

Through an open window, the scent of freshly made scones drifted through the air. The sound of laughter soon followed.

No, a man of war and blood, a man of death and destruction definitely didn’t have a place in a building full of children. Jeritza spun on his heel.

Before he could take a single step, the door behind him flung open. The smell of baking grew stronger.

“Emile!” A woman shouted. Mercedes shouted.

He froze.

“It’s you, right?”

He could hear her run down the porch’s stairs, her dress swishing at the quick movement. Her feet pattered on the cobblestone; she wasn’t wearing any shoes. How had she known he was here? Ever since the war—no, even before that, ever since their first battle against one another, he had wondered if she could read his mind. If she had maybe had a tracking spell on him, if her blood was somehow finely tuned to his.

“It is, isn’t it!” Unbothered by his silence, Mercedes flung herself forward, her arms wrapping around him. She pressed her face into his back and he could feel her smile, her sigh of relief. “I knew you’d come here. I knew you’d keep your promise. I’m so, so glad.”

“That…” Jeritza’s voice cracked. He swallowed and wet his lips. Perhaps there was more Emile in him than he’d thought; her touch shouldn’t affect him the way it did. “Yes.”

“You took so long, but that’s okay.” She finally let go of him, but kept him in the circle of her arms as she slipped in front of him. Even without the moon, Mercedes shone, as radiant as the sun. She smiled brightly. “You’ll stay, right?”

Jeritza couldn’t look away. “I…”

“You will, won’t you?” she asked again, no doubt in her voice or eyes. How could she always be so confident? Even when she’d first realized he was the Death Knight, she had never once flinched away in fear.

He should say no. He should keep walking away.

Something told him she wouldn’t let him.

Something told him he wouldn’t be able to. That if he left, he would never be able to put himself back together.

“Yes,” he finally said. “I will.”

-x-

Mercedes’ smile was no less radiant in the sunlight. Her hand clasped his tightly as she led him to the kitchen the next morning, as though he’d flee if she let go. Maybe he would. Even now, Jeritza wasn’t certain what his next steps were.

As though she read his mind, her grip tightened, and Mercedes pulled out a chair at the kitchen table for him. “Just wait right here.”

The room was a small one, hardly comparable to the high-class kitchen of the von Bartels or the expansive spaces for the Garreg Mach Academy. The orphanage’s kitchen was a tiny, cramped space, just big enough for a single iron stove, a fire, and some counter space. The kitchen table took up half the room. Across the ceiling, strung-up dried herbs filled the air with a pleasing smell. It felt more like a bachelor’s space, and he didn’t know how she could feed the mouths of a dozen or more children.

No, that was wrong. He knew exactly how—Mercedes had never been the kind of person to let such a tiny, insignificant setback get it in the way of her helping others. If finding out he was the Death Knight hadn’t been enough for her to withhold her hand, then this diminutive orphanage wasn’t either.

Mercedes hummed as she spun around the kitchen, her hands like magic as she kneaded dough. Bits of flour stuck to her face. She still was beautiful. She always was beautiful. Jeritza had spent years remembering her and his imagination couldn’t compare to the real thing.

“So,” Mercedes half-sang, her voice as cheerful as a lark’s. She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled. “I don’t know if you remember Annette.”

Startled, he flinched, not expecting her to actually talk to him yet. When she gazed at him expectantly, he bit his cheek. “Annette…” She had to have been talking about a student, no doubt. A friend of hers, certainly. Jeritza had only cared for a handful of names during the war, and he couldn’t say if Annette had been a friend or a foe.

“Oh dear, you’ll have to remember her name next time then. She’s my best friend, after all,” Mercedes scolded him gently. Despite her words, she didn’t sound disappointed at all. She added a few droplets of water to the dough before kneading it once more. “She’s short and adorable and has the sweetest voice. You should hear her sing! Actually, the song I was singing earlier was one of hers.”

A tidal wave of information poured down on him and Jeritza could only stare as he tried to absorb it all. The more she spoke, the more familiar Annette was—vaguely, he recalled them walking together, though he couldn’t say if it was at the academy or on the battlefields.

“So now,” Mercedes chirped, smacking the dough. It gave a soft wet sound. She smiled, pleased. “There we go, that’s the right texture. So, now she’s researching crests with Professor Hanneman—she’s always been really smart, you know? They think they can figure out a way to help Lysithea. I know they can do it. Maybe we can have sweets together after. You’ll join us, won’t you?”

She stared at him and belatedly, he realized the question had been directed at him. Before he could reply, a small child tumbled into the kitchen. “Big sis!”

“Oh my!” Mercedes wiped her brow, either not noticing or not caring about the flour sticking to her forehead. She crouched down in front of the young boy. “Are you okay, Kanna?”

“I’m hungry,” he whined, stumbling to his feet. His silvery hair was a mess, though Jeritza couldn’t tell if that was before or after he’d fallen on the floor. For a small child, he didn’t seem to particularly care that he’d just hit the ground or that his nose was red from impact. Instead, he merely rubbed his belly and whined again.

“Is that so?” Mercedes ruffled his hair gently, scattering flour on him. Despite her air-headed reactions, she tugged the edge of her apron and cleaned his face. It brought back memories of Jeritza as a child, of Mercedes taking care of Emile. Her touch had always been gentle.

Every part of her looked like she was in her element.

“There we go!” Mercedes dropped the apron and stood up. She gently turned Kanna around. “Now, go wait in the dining room.”

Kanna fiddled with his thumbs, glancing up at her, then down at his hands. “Umm…”

Expecting that response, she laughed and pulled out a cookie from her pocket. “Oh, alright then. Here’s a snack.”

The boy snatched it up eagerly and dashed out of the kitchen. Noticing Jeritza’s stare, Mercedes rubbed her neck sheepishly. “I know I shouldn’t—Annette says I’m ruining their meals—but he’s so small. Growing boys need food.”

His breath caught. She’d said that of him once too.

-x-

Mercedes had settled in a quiet, peaceful town. One mostly untouched by the flames of war. It wasn’t hard to guess why she was here, why she had taken orphans and refugees to this haven. The townspeople donated generously, in addition to the noble funds Mercedes received from her old classmates, and some even volunteered their time for the daily chores.

All of them stayed away from Jeritza, as though they could smell the blood on him.

In times of peace, his skills were no longer needed, and Jeritza was left with an abundance of free time that he didn’t know what to do with. The only thing he knew how to do was kill, the only thing he was good at was granting death—his skills had a single, specific purpose.

Who was he, in a time of peace? What about Emile? The only one he didn’t have to worry about was the Death Knight—such a being couldn’t exist in such a world. It was one less voice in his mind, one less fear at night.

Contemplating this, Jeritza sat under a tree, staring listlessly at the sky. He’d sat here so many times the grass had flattened. A book from the well-stocked library lay on his lap. Today, he was alone, Mercedes nowhere to be seen. Jeritza didn’t mind; he preferred solitude.

A shadow fell on him and he looked down to find three young children standing in front of him, a girl and two boys. They couldn’t be any older than eight and all three of them struck a different pose. A blond boy covered his face, a pig-tailed redheaded girl had her hands on her hips, and a blue-haired boy held an open book.

“The Justice Cabal is here to play!” they chimed at the same time.

Jeritza merely stared at them. The children at the orphanage usually ignored him and for a moment, he wasn’t certain if they were talking to him.

The girl frowned and cocked her head. “I don’t think he gets it.”

“We didn’t shout loud enough,” the blond guessed, stroking his chin. He chuckled darkly. “It has to be blood-curling.”

The blue-haired boy shook his head immediately. He lightly hit the blond on his arm. “That’d scare him.”

“We don’t want to scare him,” the girl confirmed, before glancing at the blond. She narrowed her eyes and added firmly, “Or anyone else. Right?”

The blond sighed, his shoulders drooping as he agreed. Clearly this was a normal argument. “Yeah, right, right. No scaring or death or—”

“We’re heroes, not anti-heroes,” the girl repeated, glaring at him.

Jeritza continued to stare. Nothing about this conversation was enlightening. There wasn’t even a caretaker to explain what he’d just heard. Was there a play? Was this a game? Were they mistaking him for someone else? Even more confusing was how the girl and the blond boy reached for his hand after that, not seeming to mind or care for his lack of reaction.

“Come, play with us!” they asked in unison, smiles bright as they gripped his hand tightly.

“That sounds fun!” Mercedes chimed in suddenly and Jeritza glanced over his shoulder to find her watching them through a window. She waved merrily. “Make sure you come back in time for dinner!”

And still confused, Jeritza got up, as though Mercedes’ words had been an order.

-x-

If there was one thing Jeritza couldn’t get used to here, it was the silence at night. War camps were never quiet; even in the late hours, the fires crackled, and someone’s armour clinked as they patrolled the perimeter. None of that was needed here and there was no one awake but him when he jolted up from a nightmare. A memory.

No one but him and his sister, and Mercedes was already sitting on her bed, her hands wrapped around her knees. When she had insisted they’d share a room, just like they had as children, he had refused, but now he was glad. In the night, the shadows felt darker, deeper, and he didn’t know when one of them would reach out for him.

Her candle flickered as she turned to him, the shadows long on her face. “Nightmare?” Mercedes asked softly, as though anything louder would alert them of her presence.

Jeritza nodded, not trusting his voice.

“Me too.” Her voice sounded hoarse. She pushed back her hair, slowly tying it into a braid. “It’s a moonless night. I hate those the most.”

“Why?”

“…I…” Mercedes glanced at him and then buried her face in her knees. “The night we parted…that had been a moonless night. And the war…I lost a lot of friends. We all used to be classmates and then we were enemies…I still don’t understand it. I don’t think I ever will.”

Jeritza studied her profile. And what did she think of him, as one of the main instigators of it all? Mercedes always skittered around the subject, and he wasn’t sure if it was out of cowardice or guilt or even fear. In the dark, it looked like a combination of all three, her body small as she curled into a ball.

“I hate the night,” he finally said. “You can’t hide in the dark.”

“That doesn’t sound right.” She lifted her head, her eyes dark in the dim light.

“There’s no one else,” he explained, his fingers digging into his thighs until he left crescent marks. “You only have yourself in the dark.”

And he didn’t even know who he was.

“Oh, that is scary,” Mercedes agreed before smiling at him. “But you have me now. And I have you. We’re not alone anymore.”

-x-

Her words still echoed in his head the next day, even as he walked under the blinding sun to his usual spot by the tree.

We’re not alone.

A sentiment both reassuring and not, both true and not. The problem was that Jeritza had never been alone, he hadn’t been alone for a long time. He’d always had Emile, always had Death Knight—facets of himself that were both apart and joined.

He would have preferred to be alone.

He would have—

“I want to be the Death Knight!”

Jeritza gasped. The old moniker knocked the breath out of him. Staggering, he leaned against the tree. He glanced up to find the same three kids from before standing in a nearby field, each of them holding a wooden stick. The girl, Cynthia, and the blond boy, Owain were arguing while their third friend, Morgan, merely watched, exasperated.

“Death Knight is the ultimate anti-hero,” Owain gushed, swinging his branch in the air above him to punctuate his point. He stabbed imaginary enemies. “Killing friends and foes alike, destroying everything and then yourself—he’s so cool!”

“Why do you always want to kill everyone and then cry?” Cynthia snapped, glaring at him. She whipped her stick through the air, as though she were swatting a fly. “That’s not what a hero does! And we’re playing heroes!”

Morgan stepped in with a sigh, holding his hands up before either could attack the other. He was the calmest of the trio. “I don’t really get it either, but Owain’s right—anti-heroes are heroes.”

Owain smirked, puffing his chest. “See?”

Ignoring him, Morgan continued. “But I don’t know if he’s really an anti-hero…I mean, when you think of all he’s done…”

Cynthia crowed, bouncing up and down. She smirked and taunted, tossing Owain’s words back at him, “See?”

“Then what is he?” Owain asked, pouting as he dragged his branch on the ground.

“He’s a villain,” Jeritza answered, unable to stop himself.

And villains never deserved happy endings.

-x-

His father stood in front of him, his lips twisted into an evil smirk. Emile’s blood boiled. It was a dream. Jeritza knew that, had experienced this same fantasy, this same nightmare a dozen times before. Despite that, the Death Knight struck, his long sword slashing his father in half.

“Emile?” His father whispered, his face shocked, his voice oddly feminine.

That wasn’t right. His dream had never gone like that. Jeritza opened his eyes to find Mercedes recoiling, blood dripping down her hand.

There was a dagger in his own. Blood coated its edge. Its sheath was still under his pillow. Jeritza’s eyes widened as he stared at it, then her, realization hitting him.

“Ouch,” Mercedes grunted as she steadied herself. She smiled at him weakly. “Whoops.”

“Shit.” Jeritza dropped the blade like it burned. Leaping out of bed, he didn’t grab his sword before dashing out. Out of the room, out of the orphanage, out of the city—he didn’t know where he was going, only that he had to go out. Only that it had to be away.

“Emile!” Mercedes shouted, her footsteps frantic as she chased after him.

He didn’t turn around. When he came here, all Jeritza had were the clothes on his back and his sword and he was fine with losing the latter. He had to go. He had to leave. It wouldn’t be long before she avoided him too, before disgust and pity clouded her eyes, before she realized what everyone else had: that he was someone to be avoided.

He didn’t think he could survive if he saw her give up on him.

Mercedes didn’t give him a choice. With a feral cry, she tackled him from the back, her arms gripping him tightly as they tumbled onto the cobbled path in front of the orphanage. She skimmed her arms on the tiles, his teeth rattled as he hit the ground, and still she didn’t let go. They lay there, his face pressed to the ground, her body weighing him down like an anchor.

“Stay,” she pleaded, trembling as she dug her hands into his back.

Jeritza struggled, trying and failing to escape her. “I can’t,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Stay,” she ordered, her characteristic softness vanishing into a steely tone.

And despite himself, despite knowing better, he listened. Her hands shifted to clasping his as she led him back to the porch, as they sat down side by side. Jeritza’s muscles were tense, his legs ready to flee at the first opportunity.

Mercedes didn’t let him. Her blood smeared his skin as she pressed against him. He flinched at the contact and looked away. “I have to go. I’m dangerous.”

“I fought in a war,” she replied lightly, as though he hadn’t just attacked her. “I’m dangerous too.”

“Mercedes,” he warned, half-growling her name. “You know that’s not it.”

“Emile.” She snorted, the sound odd and inelegant. “It is.”

“How?” Jeritza turned to her now, sitting up straight so his figure towered over hers. Even without his armour, he still cut an imposing figure, even more so in the dark. He lowered his voice until it was gravelly and hard, until it was more Death Knight than Jeritza. “For better or for ill, I killed. I committed crimes. I destroyed innocents.”

Mercedes didn’t flinch, her eyes clear as she looked back up at him. “You know, I also killed. Several times, even.”

“That was self-defence,” he retorted, dismissing the comparison. “It’s not the same.”

She pressed her hand in his. “The blood is the same. The regret is the same. The weight and the loss—it is all the same.” Mercedes leaned closer, her eyes side. “I’ve made mistakes too. I should never have left you behind. I’m your older sister, I should have protected you.”

He couldn’t breathe. Not when she looked at him like that, guilelessly, as though he were still that small boy she used to spoil. “I’m not Emile,” he forced himself to say, his voice hardly louder than a whisper. “I’m not sure if I can be him again.”

“That’s fine,” Mercedes replied, no hesitation in her voice. “I told you, I love you. That’ll never change. Even if you’re Emile or Jeritza or someone else, you’re still my brother.”

“And if I’m the Death Knight?”

“Then I’ll scold you.” Mercedes smiled brightly. “That’s what older sisters do.”

He shook his head, recoiling. “It’s not that simple—”

“It is that simple,” Mercedes disagreed, tightening her grip before he could flee. “Stay. Please. I can’t lose you again.”

“That…You saw me. I’m a danger.” Jeritza fumbled with his words, trying to come up with an excuse, a reason to go. A reason to reject. “There are children—there isn’t a place for me here.”

“Then I’ll just have to make you a place.” Mercedes chuckled. The dark did little to dim her radiance. “And if you’re a danger, then I’ll just have to keep an eye on you.”

Quietly, he asked, “Even if I’m never Emile again?”

“I’ll be sad but…” She raised their clasped hands. “Then we’ll just have to build a new bond.”

He should have known better than to argue with her. During the war, it had been her stubbornness that had taken off his helmet, that had forced him to fight at her side instead of at a distance, that had guided his feet to her door after the war had ended.

Even now, he couldn’t fight her words. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to. There was peace in her presence.

When he didn’t say anything, Mercedes added gently, “You know, mother wants to come see you, but she’s afraid you hate her.”

Her fingers intertwined with his and the weight was heavier than anything he’s ever known.

“What do you think?” Mercedes asked.

Emile gripped her hand back, giving in. “She can come.”

She smiled and maybe, just maybe, he could trust the promise on her lips.

#fe3h #jeritza von hrym #mercedes von martritz #lamine siblings #emile von bartels #death knight #fanfic

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undauntedchampion · 2 years

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Fire Emblem: Three Houses crests and music, part one!

Seiros: A Funeral of Flowers Indech: A Place to Rest Beast: Apex of the World Lamine: As Fierce as Fire

These designs are available for purchase on my etsy and redbubble! (Link in my blog description)

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #fe3h #seiros #indech #beast #lamine #rhea #edelgard #jeralt #bernadetta #hanneman #marianne #mercedes #jeritza #personal

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dazzlerazz · 1 year

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Fe3h takes up a good portion of my fixations yet I still can’t match the crest to the name of the crest off the top of my head smh

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe16 #really I can only recognize lamine & flames & seiros #lamine only bc Mercedes is my favorite girl character

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the-offside-rule · 6 months

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Lewis Hamilton (Mercedes AMG) - Snowman

Requested: no

Prompt: Snowman by Sia

Lewis hated fights and what was worse was fights with his friend and roommate Y/n. She was an angel, he could admit that. Whenever he was at races or at the factory, she would take good care of the place and when Lewis needed space to relax after a race weekend, she would understand and give him all the time in the world. The only downside to them being roommates was the arguments and they'd become more and more frequent. Both Lewis and Y/n figured that if the arguing continued, they wouldn't be able to stay as roommates because they'd end up saying something or doing something they would later regret.

This argument in particular started all because of the Christmas tree. The week before the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix, the pair decided to decorate their house, since they probably wouldn't have the time or chance to do it after the double header; they were planning on visiting their families up until boxing day. They'd had everything done, bar the tree and all that needed to be done on the tree was the angel. Y/n grabbed the angel from the box and turned back around, only to see Lewis with a can of fake snow, opened and ready to be sprayed.

"No! Don't spray the fake snow on the tree!" Y/n shrieked. "Why?" Lewis asked, the can still in his hand. "It makes the tree look tacky." She explained. "Just add some ribbon on some of the branches and we're good to go." Lewis stared at her, not even blinking. Y/n knew what he was thinking of doing. "Don't." Lewis lifted his hand and pressed down on the canister. "Whoops." Y/n clenched her jaw and slapped the can from his hand. "It's our tree Lewis."

"Yeah, our tree Y/n. We both decide what goes on it." Y/n rolled her eyes. "But you've already chosen the baubles. The least I can do is choose whether or not the tree will have fake snow on it!" Lewis scoffed and continued to spray the tacky snow onto it. "You can honestly just go and fuck yourself Lewis." Y/n stormed out and slammed the door. Lewis kept looking forward to the tree until he heard an ornament smashing. He turned and saw some glass sprawled out on the floor in shards, then to a piece of paper, colouring a memory of a past Christmas. He walked towards it cautiously and picked what remained up. He looked at the photo inside the ornament. Him and Y/n back in 2014, their first Christmas as roommates. He turned it Iver, remembering they had a note written.

No matter how often we fight, we'll never leave

Because we'll be roommates and friends until we die freezing.

Lewis felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He wasn't one for crying but here he was, crying on the ground beside a shattered Christmas bauble.

Y/n had been in her room. With every second, she grew more and more guilty with storming out on Lewis and after she had heard something smash, it was getting worse. She tried justifying what she did but she couldn't. She felt like an asshole. She gave into her thoughts and decided to go to the living room and apologise. She knocked on the door. "Lewis? I'm so sorry.

"Don't cry. It's Christmas." Y/n said, wiping away the few tears that fell from his cheeks. "I can't give you a hug if you're soaking with tears." She joked, earning a joke from Lewis. "I hate fighting with you." He croaked. "Especially over stupid things like this." Y/n smiled softly and put her arm around him. "Still, it isn't an excuse to go crying now, is it?" Lewis chuckled and wiped his eyes with his jumper. "No, it's not."

"Exactly, so come on Sir Lewis Hamilton, we've got to clean this up." She stood up and held her hand out to help him up. She grunts as she tries to lift him. "Jesus Christ, a week without racing and you're already gone back to being heavy." Lewis laughed and continued to get himself up. "I don't know what to do with this photo now." Lewis showed the laminated picture to his roommate. "Here, just put a hole in it and then feed the string through the hole." She suggested, carefully taking it from him and doing exactly what she said. "See?" she smiled, showing him the new masterpiece. "Much better." Lewis chuckled. "Exactly, now come on Mr Snowman Hamilton. We have to finish this bloody tree."

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x fem!reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton

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reunionatdawn · 3 months

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My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 16: Mercedes/Dedue)

Mercedes: If I were someone else, perhaps a commoner without a Crest or stature, maybe things would be different. It's a bit sad, but…this is the way things have to be. After all, only the goddess can decide our fates.

Each character in the Blue Lions was a victim of Faerghus's patriarchal culture. Mercedes was adopted for the purpose of being married off for her Crest. The Crest of Lamine is associated with the arcana of Judgement. It represents an important decision that needs to be made regarding love and romance. It also symbolizes a solution to a protracted problem, and a feeling of freedom.

Mercedes was separated from her brother at a young age and had to make a new life for herself in the Kingdom. What got her through those hard times was the support of the church. That's why her dream was to work there to help people, just as they did for her. But doing so would be difficult if she married a nobleman.

Mercedes: Though, just because two people share a promise, that doesn't guarantee they'll be together forever. You've noticed many nobles at the academy, right? They very rarely have the freedom to choose their own partners.

Mercedes had a lot in common with Ingrid. She did not want to give up on her dream to be used as a broodmare for her Crest, like her mother was. However, she felt like she had no choice.

Byleth: You can't just give up on your dreams. Mercedes: That's a very good point! We're only given one life, so we must do all we can to pursue our happiness! OK! I think that may have been just the push I was looking for! I'll tell him the truth. That I've found a life worth pursuing and I must decline the proposal! Maybe I should tell him I've fallen for someone else?

Mercedes had difficulty standing up to her adoptive father. She was willing to lie to him by telling him that she had fallen for someone else. That might explain many of her pairing options.

Ferdinand: You baffle me. Do you not wish to be free? Mercedes: Of course I do. Let me try that again in a way you might understand. Ahem. A true noble cuts their own path, seizing freedom from the clutches of tyranny!

I suspect that the reason she rejected Ferdinand's help to sever ties with her adoptive father was because she wasn't sure if his gesture was an attempt to woo her. She wasn't sure if she would have the will to decline if he proposed. In their paired ending, she severs ties with her adoptive father and marries him immediately after the war. She lives the traditional life of a noble wife while her husband is recognized for his achievements.

Mercedes: I don't care to flaunt my noble past or my Crest. I have no desire to return to that status. Lorenz: Then, if I may speak hypothetically a moment… Does that mean that if a nobleman were to offer you his hand in marriage, you would decline? Mercedes: Not at all. That's a separate matter entirely. Even if I were to fall in love, regardless of their social status… I'm not looking to marry right now.

Even by the end of their A-Support, she still didn't seem to like Lorenz very much. She was unusually sarcastic with him. And she specifically said she wasn't ready to marry even if she was in love. But it is still possible that she will marry Lorenz immediately after the war. It shows how difficult it was for her to deviate from her path.

Mercedes: …No, I'm glad. I feel like I saw your true face for the first time. …Hey, Sylvain. Would you be able to save me from the curse of my Crest? Sylvain: I…I'll save you! With my heart and soul! I love you! Great! Let's get married!

Mercedes also had a lot in common with Sylvain, and the two actually became close friends. They are both Gemini, the zodiac sign which is thought to be two-faced because of their natural duality.

Mercedes: Don't be ashamed of crying. I'm here to protect you. Will you protect me in return? Sylvain: I will. I promise. You know, Mercedes, you really are a special lady.

Because Mercedes was able to empathize with his pain, he let the mask slip with her, and she saw his other face. Because of that, she was also the only character to see him cry. She wanted him to save her from her arranged marriage, and she had a genuine desire to save him from that fate, too. So, she is one of the very few women Sylvain is able to marry and have a paired ending with.

Mercedes: You're much the same, yes? People like us have to try to bloom as best we can. Sylvain: Never really thought of myself as a flower, but I get what you're saying. Flowers are stuck in the same spot for life, whether they like it or not. And if they happen to sprout in a bad area, they're out of luck. But we have legs, not roots. We can go wherever we want.

But Hopes does a good job of showing why that's not the ideal solution to their problems. Even if she did marry him, she would prefer to be doing charity work rather than living the life of a nobleman's wife. Sylvain was fine with that, but Mercedes did not want to stand in the way of him marrying the person he truly loved.

Sylvain: To be perfectly clear, I'm not making advances on your or anything. But I'm the heir of House Gautier. If I ask you, this other guy will have no choice but to bow out. Though I doubt he'd be happy about it. After that, you can do whatever you want. Go work at a church or ladle out soup or whatever makes you happy. I won't stop you. Mercedes: But that would prevent you from marrying the person you love.

She didn't realize that Sylvain didn't want to get married in the first place. He would be marrying her because she offered him a loophole to his own predicament. With her as his wife, he could fulfill his noble obligation, but still be able to live freely. They cared for each other and shared mutual respect, but neither of them seemed like they would have considered marrying the other without their fathers pushing them into an arranged marriage.

Mercedes: And before that, when I lived with my mother and my little brother. It also reminds me of the time I spent studying with friends at the school of sorcery in the capital. Things may not have been easy then, but I would give anything to return to those days.

The tagline for the game was, "Sweet memories twisted by time's cruel hand". The best option for Mercedes might seem like recruiting her into Crimson Flower and reuniting her with her brother.

Mercedes & Jeritza Once those who slither in the dark were finally defeated, Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. After many years of kind service raising children who had lost their families, she received a letter bearing familiar handwriting. Its author, a prisoner in Enbarr, expressed his sincerest well-wishes to Mercedes and her family. Still more time passed until, one day, the man who wrote the letter paid her a visit. With joyful tears in her eyes, Mercedes smiled, took Emile by the hand, and at last welcomed him home.

And their ending is certainly touching. I was never really a big fan of it, though, because Jeritza's condition is resolved without any explanation. In Mercedes' paralogue, the Death Knight said his soul had long departed. He was not fully in control of himself, which is why he continued to fight on the opposite side from his sister. Before this DLC update, it had been implied that Emile had probably been experimented on like the Remire villagers. He was barely human anymore and it was impossible for him to return to normal.

Mercedes: It's sad, but the truth is that people forget. You may be afraid to forget your past, but you'll never be able to revisit it. Living in the present is the best we can do. We owe it to those who can't come back. Dimitri: If someone had said those words to me five years ago, I would be a different man today.

As sad as it is, Mercedes had a stronger character arc in AM where she had to accept that she's unable to return to the past.

Annette: You know, I've always loved you more than anything in the world! Mercedes: My, is that…a confession of love? Hehe, I'm so happy~. Annette: Uh, um, I wanted to say I love the sweets you bake more than anything in the world! Mercedes: Oh, is that so... Well, I love you, Annie.

Other than Emile, Annette was the most important person to Mercedes. In their A-Support they both confessed their love for each other. While it did seem like the bisexual Mercedes may have loved her beyond friendship (particularly in the Japanese), Annette seemed insistent on emphasizing her platonic love.

Annette & Mercedes After the war, Annette and Mercedes lived separate lives: the former as a teacher at the school of sorcery in Fhirdiad, the latter as a cleric at Garreg Mach. Though they lived apart, they exchanged letters so frequently and shared their lives with one another in such detail that it was as though they were side by side. After many decades, they resigned their respective positions and reunited at Garreg Mach. In their final years, they relocated to a modest house in the Fortress City. It is said that they were happy together to the very end.

They will not be life partners even if you go for their paired ending. While they do keep in touch, they'll live completely separate lives until retirement age. It's a slightly bittersweet ending, showing how, as we get older and pursue different life paths, things don't always stay the same. I don't consider it to be the most satisfying ending for either of them. Still, the fact that Mercedes will move away from her best friend shows how important it was to her to pursue her dream.

Mercedes: I just don't want to let go of the life that I've made for myself. I know it's not what my heart wants, but I don't have the strength to say no.

After Garreg Mach fell, Mercedes returned home to the Kingdom capital and joined the merchant business. She told Byleth that she didn't want to give up the life she made for herself in Fhirdiad.

Annette: Since our time in the capital, so much has happened. We've had to make new lives for ourselves, and we've seen at least as many hard times as good. If things keep changing like this, I wonder if we'll be able to stay the same people we are now…

And Annette also didn't want things between them to change by starting completely new lives again, which is what happens in their paired ending.

Dimitri: My own dreams… I have never given it any thought. What about you? What do you want, Mercedes? Mercedes: I want to keep sewing and training with you, even after you've become king. I want to be your friend.

Mercedes even wanted to stay friends with Dimitri after the war, which would only be possible if she kept her old life in the capital.

Mercedes: I'm going to Fhirdiad to meet with my adoptive father, and I'd like you to accompany me. Byleth: What for? Mercedes: I feel the need to set things straight with him in my own way. I've already decided exactly what I'm going to say. I'm choosing to live my life how I want, in pursuit of my own happiness. I need you to accept that. I'm in charge of my own destiny. Not you, not anyone else. Just me. Ah… I've waited so long to say all that.

The best thing for her would be to sever ties with her adoptive father, without the excuse of already having a fiancé. She always left her fate in the hands of the goddess or people above her. But her character arc was about acting of her own free will.

Dimitri: Do you remember the child who cursed me after my father's funeral? Dedue: Ah, yes. I believe he was the son of a knight who fell in Duscur. Dimitri: He was furious that I would not take revenge on your people, and even more enraged to see you serving as my vassal. He berated me without mercy, demanding I kill you then and there. All I could do was walk away. Everyone desires revenge for that day. Survivors and the dead alike cry out for retribution.

Dimitri was also a victim of Faerghus's violent patriarchal culture. He was expected to carry out vengeance for the Tragedy of Duscur. His violent urges were encouraged and rewarded by the society he grew up in. At times, he was chilled to the bone by the depravity of his own actions, such as suppressing a rebellion.

Dedue: When I stood before those soldiers and their swords that day, I was prepared to die. But then you suddenly appeared, and you shielded me. I knew then that a savior's hand could reach into even the deepest darkness.

Dedue was the biggest victim of Farghus's retaliatory violence. His moniker is "Taciturn Devotee". A devotee is a person who strongly admires a particular person. But it can also mean a strong believer in a particular religion or god. It probably would not be an exaggeration to state that Dedue saw Dimitri as the Fódlan goddess.

Dedue: And I would cast it aside in an instant if my death were to your benefit. For that reason, I cannot consider myself your friend. There are still many in the Kingdom who despise the people of Duscur. It would be selfish of me to stand by your side as an equal.

Many people interpreted his feelings for Dimitri as having a romantic aspect to them. I certainly wouldn't reject that interpretation. After all, by reaching out his hand, Dimitri served the same role that Byleth did for him.

Dedue: You promised me you would build a Kingdom that is proud to boast of Duscur blood. In this Kingdom, where there is no distinction between the people of Duscur and the people of Fódlan… Will I finally, without reservation, be able to call you my friend? Will I…Dimitri? Dimitri: Dedue… Yes, you will call me your friend, again and again. No matter how many hardships I must endure… Dedue: I will do all I can to bring about that world as well. To be your friend…is what I have always wanted.

During their A-Support, we learned that Dimitri made a promise to Dedue before they attended the Officer's Academy.

Dimitri & Dedue After his coronation, Dimitri assumed the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and his loyal vassal, Dedue, remained ever at his side. Among Dimitri's achievements was the reconciliation with Duscur: an extraordinary effort that required extensive negotiations to get past a history of betrayal and oppression. It was a trying task, but Dimitri never once considered giving up. While they behaved as lord and vassal in public, it is said that Dimitri and Dedue were more like family in private. When Dimitri finally fell to illness, Dedue tended to his liege's deathbed, and then took up a post at his grave for the rest of his days. When the time came, they were buried beside each other.

Their paired ending emphasizes Dimitri's efforts reconciling with Duscur and how he never gave up. But it does not specify whether the Duscur people were able to proudly live alongside people from Fódlan without distinction. In fact, because Dedue had to behave as a vassal in public, it implies that there was still hostility between Duscur and the Kingdom for the majority of Dimitri's reign. Dedue only gets to stand by Dimitri's side as an equal in death.

Also, there was no mention of Dedue's efforts bringing about the world he wanted to see. It only mentions him serving Dimitri for his entire life as a subordinate, then guarding his grave for the rest of his days. It is not that different from his solo ending, and I don't think it's a particularly satisfying ending for Dedue.

Dedue: I would regretfully decline. I cannot know happiness without you by my side. I would still seek vengeance. Just… for my own sake, not yours. Dimitri: Interesting. And nothing I say to the contrary will change your mind? Dedue: Your Majesty, can you not live for your own sake? Dimitri: My life is not my own. It belongs to my kingdom, my people, and the dead.

Neither Dimitri or Dedue knew how to live for themselves, and neither could live without the other.

Dedue: I…can still fight, Your Highness. Dimitri: Shut up and retreat. You must live, Dedue.

During his boar phase, Dimitri was willing to mow down any of his old classmates, even if they were not his enemies. And he was willing to send all of his friends and allies to their deaths, too. The single exception was Dedue. He is the only person Dimitri tells to retreat at Gronder Field. And Dedue will live only to seek vengeance.

Dedue: Ngh… I'm not finished yet! Dimitri: Fall back, Dedue! Please! I cannot afford to lose you!

In Scarlet Blaze, Dimitri also begs him to retreat in the Valley of Torment. Dedue would have gladly fought to the death, but Dimitri personally made sure he didn't. It was because he cherished Dedue so much that he wanted him to live for his own happiness.

Dedue: Someday, I hope to show you a whole landscape of these flowers in full bloom. Byleth: You mean Duscur? Dedue: Yes. Once this conflict is over, and His Highness ascends the throne, I believe it can be done. You must live at least until then. Understood? Byleth: Same to you. Dedue: That's true enough. I had not thought much of my own life, until now. Except that I would gladly cast it aside for His Highness. That is still true, but now I desire to see the end of this war. Until I can show you the fields of Duscur in bloom… I will go on living.

Other than Dimitri, the only other thing that gave Dedue a reason to live was showing Byleth the flowers of Duscur in bloom.

Dedue: When I left the capital, I told His Majesty that I would be leaving his service. Byleth: What?! Dedue: He accepted my decision with a smile.

If you go for Dedue's paired ending with Byleth, you learn that if Dedue were to leave Dimitri's service, he would accept with a smile. And I think Dedue has a better character arc if he is able to grow past his codependence on Dimitri and find his own reason to live.

Dedue: To Duscur? There is nothing of interest left there. Mercedes: Isn't it where you were born? And isn't it where your wonderful food and stories come from? I think those are reason enough to visit at least once! Dedue: Mercedes… If you will allow it, I would like to accompany you. His Highness would surely grant me leave to go.

When Mercedes asked Dedue what his plans were after the war, he said it was to serve Dimitri for the rest of his days. And in most of his endings, that's exactly what he does, even if he's married. Going with her to Duscur and praying to the gods (and goddesses) of his own culture changed his entire fate. That's probably why his ending with Mercedes is so different compared to all of his others.

Mercedes: I think a place is only truly destroyed when there's no one left to remember it. You should tell more people about Duscur to keep it alive.

The whole relationship between Mercedes and Dedue revolved around the idea that they could keep their loved ones alive through their memories. He taught her many things about his culture, and she taught him a family recipe that would have otherwise been forgotten.

Dedue: I understand how you feel. I had a younger sister. Sylvain: Had? Oh. Tell me about her. What was she like? Dedue: Hm. She loved flowers, and often made crowns out of them. And once she set her mind to something, nothing in the world could change it.

I really loved their Support in Hopes. It felt exactly like a post-Houses version of their relationship after they had travelled to Duscur and fallen in love. There are rarely any times where Dedue seems happier than when teaching her and the kids to make flower crowns, in memory of his sister. They seem like a married teacher couple, too.

Dedue & Mercedes Two years after the war, Dedue and his wife, Mercedes, opened a school in the Duscur residential district in Fhirdiad. The school educated Duscur children, who had never been given structured learning before, in reading, writing, arithmetic, and even Duscur history. Many years later, when the Duscur people reclaimed their homeland, the people who attended this school were able to resettle there and revive their old culture. Because of this, Dedue and Mercedes were forever renowned by the Duscur.

This is the only ending where Dimitri's promise to Dedue is actually fulfilled, as it mentions the Duscur people having their own district in Fhirdiad. And it just so happens that this is the only paired ending (besides the one with Byleth) where Dedue isn't described as a vassal. He is still living in the capital, so we can assume that he and Dimitri are close friends. But they live as equals. Dedue has his own life now and his own achievements are renowned.

In Hopes, Mercedes said she wanted to go back to Fhirdiad, but not live with her adoptive father. This is the only ending (other than with Dimitri) where she can live her dream, help those in need, and stay in Fhirdiad with her other friends. With Dedue, they get married two years after the war. So, she clearly didn't marry him just to escape her arranged marriage. Dedue and Mercedes bonded over their sense of loss, but they used that pain to keep Duscur alive, so I think it's the absolute best conclusion to their character arcs.

#fe3h #fe3h meta #dedue molinaro #mercedes von martritz #mercedue

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theflyingfeeling · 18 days

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sooooo here's a bit of Olli/Allu something I wrote shortly after Emma Gaala 2024. I'm probably gonna regret posting this because 🫣 but I just reeeeeeaally love how this one turned out 💔

[in the bedroom]

The tinkle of her earrings. The clack of her high heels against the laminate flooring. The click of a lipstick case closing. The beep of an incoming message, informing their cab has arrived.

It’s all too loud for Aleksi to handle, deafening in the middle of all that silence. He’d rush out of the house to escape it, but he’s still not wearing any shoes.

He stares at the two pairs by his feet. The other is white, spotless, unused (unloved). The black leather ones Olli once said looked cool.

He chooses the white ones.

ii.

[in the cab]

Sleet on the glass. Streetlights blinding him through the glossy view. The reds and the yellows tinted dark through the black hue of the backseat window. The back of the driver’s headrest becomes blurry, so Aleksi rubs his eyes.

They don’t talk, but that’s nothing new. She’s on her phone or stares out on her side of the car, at her side of the world. Aleksi stares at his own and wonders if hers is as gloomy as his.

Only a small Mercedes, yet the entire Grand Canyon between them. A spacey tour bus, yet Aleksi was always drawn to Olli like a magnet. It’s laughable, and the others do laugh at it, do make fun of them, and Aleksi ignores it, because what else was he supposed to do. Olli laughs along, because of course he does, because he isn’t stuck in the crumbling ruins of a relationship he’s too cowardly to abandon before it collapses on him.

The Mercedes drives away, but the Grand Canyon stays.

iii.

[on the red carpet]

His new shoes soaked from the first puddle on his way to the venue. His tie like a rope around his neck so he rips it off and drops it in the bin by the door. The champagne glass cold against his hand, icy like the look in her eyes before she turns to the cameras.

Olli would’ve hated it, the flashing lights and the empty questions, would have rolled his eyes at them so only Aleksi could see, and then turn back to give the photographers the most stunning picture any of them would take that evening. She hates it too, though she doesn’t mind hiding it, and (selfishly) Aleksi lets her fake it for them both.

Her hand slithering around his arm, although he’s the snake with the way he wants to slither himself free from it, and with the way his mind is poisoned with guilt and disgust, and with the way he almost sinks to the ground when someone wearing Olli’s cologne walks past them.

He was going to need another glass of sparkly wine to get a hold of himself (and to hold something instead of her hand).

iv.

[at the gala]

Joonas’ eyes staring at him from across the table are full of questions Aleksi can’t answer. He’s worried for him, Aleksi knows, but he doesn’t need Joonas’ judgement on top of his own.

“If there’s anything on your mind… you know you can tell me, right?” Joonas said the other day, and Aleksi appreciates the sentiment, but hell would freeze before Aleksi could tell anyone what was on his mind, never mind it’s a one-word answer.

Besides, as long as he leaves it all unsaid, he can still pretend it’s not true. If he keeps quiet, he can still convince himself he’s a good, loving boyfriend who’s not in denial about his feelings for a friend. He says nothing, so nothing ever happened.

He’s confident about it for about three seconds. Three seconds, and then he notices the text message.

You both looked so good on the red carpet

Three seconds from that, and Aleksi’s thoughts are already somewhere else.

∞

[in a hotel room]

Heavy breaths. Warm hands. Eyes as dark and terrified as Aleksi’s own.

His moans. His mouth. His greedy fingers sinking into Aleksi’s hair. Aleksi has no energy, no willpower to stop them.

It happens, and Aleksi lets it happen. It happens, and it’s incredible in all the wrong ways and terrible in all the right ways. It happens, and it’s the best (and worst) thing that ever did happen.

Olli smells of vanilla and hotel room soap. Somehow the scent is strongest in his neck, so that’s where Aleksi buries his nose and leaves the rest of his tired kisses before they fall asleep.

Olli lets him, so Aleksi supposes he’s not much better than him.

[in the bathroom]

He stares at the text until he can’t see it anymore, until it becomes a blur and mixes with everything else in the message thread (pointless pictures and reckless I-miss-yous at three in the morning).

‘You looked so good’, but not as good as you did that night, sweaty and breathless next to me. ‘You looked so good’, but not as good as you did when you climbed over me, pinned me down, sank inside me. ‘You both looked so good’, yes, she’s a goddess and you’re every bit as divine as she is, and I deserve neither of you.

And neither of you deserve me, the lowest scum of the earth for playing with you both like this.

“Ale?”

He can’t stop his breaths coming out in short gasps and choked sobs.

“Ale, is everything okay? Should I get–”

“Don't.”

“Can you unlock the door, then? Please? Aleksi, I’m getting worried here. Have you taken something?”

He’s still sobbing when Joonas walks in. The spikes of Joonas’s jacket are rough against his cheek.

This time, Joonas asks no questions, not even with his eyes. There’s only oh, Aleksi, and I wish you’d just tell me already, but the tone isn’t demanding.

“Tomorrow,” Aleksi promises.

vi.

[outside]

Joonas redoes Aleksi's eyeliner and takes his hand. It’s no longer sleeting outside, but Joonas still wants his umbrella from the cloakroom.

Aleksi reads the text again and squeezes Joonas’ hand.

I wish you were here.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Joonas offers him a cigarette from the packet he made Aleksi fish from his pocket for him. He takes it and remembers Olli’s drunken cigarette kisses on a summer night in Oulu.

I wish you were here.

“Fuck, the wind is cold tonight.”

Aleksi agrees. He listens to Joonas’ nail decorations clink and thinks of Olli’s chain necklace on the bedside table next to his own.

I wish you were here.

“Gonna need another drink to warm up. I hope they’ll have some good whiskey.”

Olli’s lips tasted like whiskey once. Aleksi no longer remembers where it was, only that his own did too the morning after.

I wish you were here.

“Aight. Let’s get back inside?”

Aleksi almost gets too lost in the memory to answer.

“Yeah, I’m right behind you, just… just need another moment.”

Joonas looks at him almost long enough for Aleksi to follow him after all (or perhaps open his mouth and tell him everything right there on the street), but leaves eventually. The second he’s gone, Aleksi opens Olli’s text again.

The wind is blowing right through him, but it’s not enough to stop his fingers from moving along the keyboard.

I wish you were here.

That wasn’t the whole truth, and he knew Olli knew that. Hell, sometimes he felt as if the whole fucking world knew that, probably better than he himself did.

I wish you were here, so that we could snicker at Joonas speaking out of his turn in interviews. I wish you were here, so I could find your hand under the table and intertwine our fingers until someone would walk by and we’d get too scared. I wish you were here, so I could whisper you a joke only we find funny. I wish you were here, so I could take you somewhere no one can see us and bite your neck so that everyone will see it afterwards. I wish you were here, so I could take you anywhere else but here, because I can’t take you home with me.

I wish I could take you home with me.

I wish you were her.

#ollixallu #too scared to put this in any other tags but you know it's blind channel rpf 😅#and fiction!! let's not forget about that. 100% a product of my imagination and not supposed to imply anything at all #those of you who have read this from the google docs link i shared in dms: some minor improvements have been made since then

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slotumn · 7 days

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I'm sure others people have pointed this out already, but the dragon signs matched to Crests seem to affect the Crest-bearers in ways even outside of the combat effects.

For example, Lysithea and Catherine's supports mentioning that they seem to call rain and thunder/lightning when they do laundries, and they both have Crest of Charon = Lightning Dragon Sign.

Annette is clumsy and is seen exploding/breaking stuff (not in the same way Dimitri does but still), Crest of Dominic = Crusher Dragon Sign.

Constance makes a bunch of flowers bloom with magic in her S-Support, Crest of Noa = Bloom Dragon Sign.

For less obvious examples, Crest of Lamine is Aegis Dragon Sign; in Japanese, the kanji used is 護, which is used often as verb for protecting/caring— as opposed to Shield Dragon Sign's (Fraldarius) 盾, which is usually a more literal noun for shield. Fits both Lamine sibling's personalities, with Mercedes being caring and Jeritza being very protective of Mercedes.

Craft Dragon Sign's (Gloucester) kanji is 賢, which is usually used in the context of someone being wise; arguably Lorenz and Lysithea fit the bill pretty well among the Deer, with Lorenz on the political side of things and Lysithea on the technical/academic side of things. (Claude is another brainy/clever character but I don't think 賢 is quite the letter I'd use for him, at least during time of canon)

Kalpa Dragon Sign's (Goneril) 劫 can refer to kalpa as in Buddhist unit of time, but it can also refer to danger/intimidate/threat, and we see the "Hilda is scary when she's mad" thing in her Hopes paralogue with Balthus and Holst lmao

Another interesting thing for the Chinese letters used in the Dragon Signs: kanji for Sky Dragon Sign (Seiros) is 空, which can mean sky, but it can also mean empty, and is used as the Chinese letter translation for sunyata, usually used in a Mahayana Buddhist context. What's interesting is that when it's used as "empty," it's usually not used in a negative/nihilistic type of tone, at least not as far as I know. (The negative context letter for empty is more 虛; combining it with 空 for 空虛 and using it to describe emotion does mean a sad kind of emptiness in Korean, though. Not sure about Chinese or Japanese)

Anyway I think this is fuel for fun headcanon traits to give characters. Crest of Riegan = Star Dragon Sign = Claude is good at navigating by stars? Storm Dragon Sign = Crest of the Beast = Marianne is another member of "calls in storms" squad? Dark Dragon Sign = Crest of Timotheos = Hapi can see well in the dark? Water Dragon Sign = Crest of Indech = Hanneman and Bernadetta are unexpectedly good at swimming? So on.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h meta #fe3h worldbuilding #meta #slotalks

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liatv · 3 months

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initial notes from sam collins (tech talk) on the RB20:

red bull relocated the cooling around the car to make the zero sidepods work (and are apparently rumored to be going towards a full zero sidepod concept for the Japanese GP)

there are distinctive, additional cooling inlets behind the cockpit (more effective than the tall, vertical cooling slots that merc had)

the new inlets are located up high, presumably so clean, laminate airflow from the front of the car can pass through them

the relocation of these coolers could remove red bull from the mercedes trap of having to move their drivers closer to the front axle, for spatial reasons (lewis hated this big time)

there are two cooling inlets on the sidepod entry: a vertical slit (similar to the ferrari SF-23 and SF-24) and an additional, horizontal inlet underneath the overbite/leading edge of the sidepod

#sam collins thank you i love you #24:pst:d1

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randomnameless · 24 days

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To continue the woobified view of the Elites and my comparison of them to the Black Eagles :

Same for me regarding the BE, especially because they also literally fought Edelgard's troops in WC when you choose their house, and even if you don't, they definitely still would know that Edelgard dus nasty shits in WC.

The idea that media literacy is dead is quite fitting, because the idea that even rotten persons have loved ones/that having loved ones doesn't mean you're not rotten is a known thing, yet the Eagles and elites get a pass solely because "they genuinely believe in the cause" and "they love and care for each other"

Probably Fraldarius was as devoted to Nemesis as Ingrid to Dimitri, Lamine very well may have been as sassy as Dorothea, perhaps Goneril was as brave and endearing as Caspar, or Maurice was as loyal to his clan's interests as Petra to Brigid's happiness (through a strong bond to the Empire) but like the BE, they are butchers, who relished in the destruction of everything those against them hold dear, lap dogs and rabid curs of someone they definitely know have crushed innocents and scorn the very idea of peace except under their domination.

The only meaningful difference between Edelgard-following BE and the elites is that we can know more about the BE and we are forced to dislike cutting them down even as they refuse to let northern Fódlan alone.

Honestly I need a fanfiction where the BE are called out for that bullshit.

Yep!

That's the tone deaf feeling I got from Nopes, the Deers are hunting someone bcs their leader wants her dead for no reason, but Raph only comments on how hungry he is.

Uh, sure Raph, you're not the most thoughtful character in there, but come on? Some commentary or exposition on what you're doing? Hello KT? Can we have characters be challenged or even react to the events of screen instead of wondering what's for dinner/teatime?

No??

I wouldn't say it's an issue of media litteracy being dead, but more something in the lines of people being more and more "all or nothing" nowadays, without any nuance and conflating liking a character with the idea/image that might project on you : if I like ASOIAF's Cersei, I don't think everything she does is "justified", but modern fandom, I feel like some people would categorize you as a "good" or "bad" person based on the characters you like, and it's just... not what fandom is or was supposed to be imo, I'm here to nerd and gush about favourite characters, not write litteral essays about the Geneva Convention.

Corollary is what, imo, made the Fodlan fandom hell : some people really take "criticism" against a character personally - sure the way FE16 was written invites projection, but at the end of the day, making a Berning Fire Joke is, just, making a joke about a bunch of pixels, nothing more.

Back to the BEs, they can have a sense of camaraderie and genuinely support each other... as they tear apart "people because Supreme Leader told me to" and fight side by side with Bob the Carpented who was turned into Waldi the demonic beast.

Ferdie can skewer Flayn on her father's lance because she is "a creature that has plagued humanity for ages" even if they reached a C support before shit hit the fan - and still protect Mercedes and Bernie from their abusing Fathers. Does that make him a great guy? A nuanced guy?

I think the trope is called "even evil people have loved ones" or something like that?

I don't think so, but he is no random one note villain sycophant either - now, what is the more annoying with the Fodlan games is how this dichotomy is never called upon : everything is just a giant blob or Hresvelg Grey ("morally grey" but only applied to Supreme Leader) where no one really is angry at her, and all the "sacrifices" she's making are off-screen while the characters on-screen always moan about her "ReFoRmS" and "IdEaLs" without talking about the cost bar some milquetoast "but war bad". And no one, in the game, will ever throw this hypocrisy to their face - Gallant Ferdinand will dream about the Opera as he wipes off the blood of a young woman who just wanted to return to the only home she had.

Yay.

FWIW, some mutuals and I have nothing but pure lols about Doro's line in the non-CF routes being "we killed Ferdie professor :'(" because, hey, why should I care more about Ferdie than about random loldier 55 ? Rhea? Felix? Claude? Ignatz?

Maybe the Elites were really friends and became """"nice""" persons with time, to their families and loved ones ?

Does this magically erase what they did before? Will that "good" they did erase all the "wrongs" they have previously done? Will theyr forever escape the consequences of their actions?

In a game that depicts Flamey as a terrorist for 11 chapters only to drop that plot point by the window to moan, again, about her "IdEaLs", "consequences" are maybe something you can eat as a snack, or throw in a trashcan.

So following the rules of this verse, given how Supreme Leader never receives flak for her Flamey stunts, why should the Elites receive any for what they did? Look, Maurice calls Daphnel his friend, surely he is not that bad of a man? Well yeah, he might have seduced women and planted a lot of wild oats here'n'there, but he cares about his friends!

Jeritza likes ice creams and cats! Surely it's more important to paint him as a cat lover than to deal with all the consequences of his stunt as the Death Knight, kidnapping and implied rekting young woman while he was in GM, under Flamey's orders, right?

Calling it now, after eviscerating Seteth's older brother, Goneril might have melted in front of one of Rhea's kittens, and adopted the cat asap. Surely that makes Goneril a "good" character right? And forget the entire "genocided a bunch of hippies living isolated in their village" stuff?

I don't have fanfics recs where the BEs are called hypocrites, but I confess I don't read a lot of fanfics in the FE16 fandom because of all of the aforementioned issues.

#maelor321 #replies #i don't even know if i replied to your ask lol #i disgressed and ranted #fandom woes #FE16 was designed as a game where you'd feel bad for fighting against 'your loved ones' aka precious students #the writing and execution is so artificial that they couldn't even make it believable for a second #so instead we are hit with giant signposts that read 'plz be sad now'#like Doro's we killed Ferdie sad uwus #or even Billy's choice in SS/VW of i don't want to kill Supreme Leader/I want to walk with her uwu #she is revealed to be Flamey she has been warring for 5 long years she caught Rhea #she had so many randoms peons killed #and yet the game has the nerve to give us this?#evening salt #SW!Anakin loves his fiancee so much uwu #sure he murders a bunch of babies and toddlers but don't you want to walk with him to create a galactic empire and kill #people who don't agree with him? including his beloved wife?#people conflate nuance and 'grey' with 'my fave did nothing wrong'

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httpsdana · 1 year

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Players I Write For

okay so I've realized that all people requesting for only Pedri and Gavi. don't get me wrong I love them but id like to write about other people too

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

so these are the players I write for

Football

Pedri Gonzalez (FC barça)

Pablo Gavi (FC barça)

Raphinha (FC barça)

Ferran Torres (FC barça)

Frenkie De Jong (FC barça)

Fermin Lopez (FC barça)

Marc Guiu (FC barça)

Hector Fort (FC barça)

Lamine Yamal (FC barça)

Alejandro Balde (FC barça)

Pau Cubarsi (FC barca)

João Félix (FC barça)

Eric Garcia (Girona)

Ansu Fati (Brighton)

Neymar Jr (Al Hilal)

Kylian Mbappe (Paris Saint-German)

Achraf Hakimi (Paris Saint-German)

Antony Santos (Manchester United)

Rasmus Højlund (Manchester United)

Lisandro Martinez (Manchester United)

Alejandro Garnacho (Manchester United)

Jadon Sancho (Borussia Dortmund)

Marcus Rashford (Manchester United)

Mason Mount (Manchester United)

Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid)

Paulo Dybala (Roma)

Lucas Paquetá (West Ham United)

Richarlison (Tottenham)

Erling Haaland (Manchester City)

Julian Alvarez (Manchester City)

Phil Foden (Manchester City)

Ruben Diaz (Manchester City)

and much more... (I don't write about people idk I'm sorry)

Formula One

Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing)

Daniel Ricciardo ( Alpha Tauri)

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari)

Carlos Sainz (Scuderia Ferrari)

Pierre Gasly (Alpine)

Nyck De Vries (yeah...idk)

George Russell (Mercedes)

Mick Schumacher (Mercedes)

Lando Norris (McLaren)

Oscar Piastri (McLaren)

Alex Albon (Williams)

Logan Sargeant (Williams)

Lance Stroll (Aston Martin)

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Honestly I do think something happened but I think it was between Angela and the mercedes team rather than her and lewis like both her and lewis made very nice post but in Angela's post she tags lewis and does a whole paragraph thanking him while with mercedes she just says thanks and doesn't tag them or anything and then with the mercedes they don't post anything about it at all on their main account with 10 mil followers but instead do a small post on their backup account with just 26k followers and I have no doubt that given the opportunity that as you said mercedes would do a Farwell Angela We Are So Happy That Us Mercedes the Inventors Of Women's Rights Were Able To Give You A Woman A Job

that's an interesting perspective! who knows what happened at the corporate clinical hellscape white laminated halls of mercedes...

#rumours #blorbocedes ask

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ludaroace · 2 months

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zephyr brain rot time qsmp fire emblem 3h au thing because the pla one made me Need to get my thoughts into order and talk about it - not really exactly basing them off of the characters in the game or a specific route just the vibes u gotta trust me . also forgive me stealing some skills and stuff from fates that aren’t in three houses because i want to and i think that fates having pegasus knights not be gender locked was a based decision

i HATE to pull this immediately after saying i'm not basing it off of any characters literally a jeritza mercedes situation. i feel like a similar thing ends up happening, house martritz falls and bagi and cellbit are both born with a minor crest of lamine, which makes them and their mother the only people with that crest alive. because of this, they then attempt to flee to fargus but somehow cellbit gets separated and left behind in adrestia, and ends up meeting bad who ends up explaining the whole rundown of the church and agarthans to him. he's got some feelings about faith magic because its kinda stands for everything that put him in the situation he's in (his crest being based around faith magic, faith magic being directly tied to the church) but he's like secretly REALLY good at it.

bad is a victim of the crest experimentation done by those who slither in the dark (twsitd) but in this au instead of drastically decreasing your lifespan, it does the opposite and they've basically made bad functionally immortal. he was like an ORIGINAL original experimentation, being one of the first people to actually be given crest by serios (he has a major crest of serios) but willingly joined the agarthans and after the creation of the ten elites and defeat of nemesis, he was given a minor crest of blaiddyd against his will which turns him both against the agarthans and the church. he runs into cellbit (who was ..."adopted" into another noble house) and sees someone who is pretty similar to him, and after a while explains the situation (but does not tell him about having two crests)

now bagi is in fargus and is living as a commoner basically, and kinda has a similar story where she knows her brother is out there and wants to find him to bring him to fargus. despite legally being a commoner her status is known to the royal family, and she trains as a non-traditional knight (she uses axes instead of lances) until she ends up at garreg mach where she pivots into some magic training. most people do not know about her crest because she literally will not divulge that information unless she has to. when shit goes down MUCH later on, she more or less immediately defects to adrestia - not because of her brother but because she does Not like the church. she has so many problems with the crest system its crazy, and when told there is an organization against it she doesn’t even hesitate to join even without knowing about crest experimentation.

also some other stuff:

cellbit

minor crest of lamine

personal skill: survival instinct (+4 Strength, Magic, Dexterity, and Speed for one turn after defeating an enemy when initiating combat.)

boons: lances, reason, brawling

banes: authority, heavy armour, riding

budding talent: faith

bad

major crest of serios, minor crest of blaiddyd

personal skill: confidence (+15 Hit and Avoid if user's HP = 100%.)

boons: lances, riding, authority, heavy armour

banes: faith, reason

budding talent: bows

bagi

minor crest of lamine

personal skill: rallying cry (+2 damage dealt by all allies within a two-tile radius of the user)

boons: flying, axes, faith

banes: authority, bows, heavy armour

budding talent: reason

#qsmp #3h au #maybe i will post more (i will)#also the church is the federation in this au kinda imagine cucurcuho as a less sympathetic rhea #also ok little headcanon i have for the actual game too is that crests have these side effects right #those with the crest of lamine are naturally protective + have higher resistance to magic + are very smart due to their magical inclination #so cellbit and bagi are just inherently better at figuring things out than other people because their brains are wired for magic #due to only having a minor crest of blaiddyd the insane physical strength doesn't hit bad too often #but every once in a while he will use Too Much Force and accidentally break something #and the crest of serios makes him very charismatic but unable to lie (nothing about half truths though !)

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