The Adventures of Alli

This is where my fandom stuff goes.

[allitalksfandom]

I’m waiting with my parents at 12:30 in a parking lot at a rest stop.

We’re adopting a dog.

Will provide coherent thoughts later, but while I’m not entirely ready, I’m also excited to apply all I’ve learned about training and bond with him.

In other news, I love FE16 but life keeps getting in the way. I’m about halfway through my first route. Golden Deer forever, nerds.

[bi-naesala]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem Echoes: Mou Hitori no Eiyuu Ou | Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clea | Clair & Fernand Characters: Fernand (Fire Emblem), Clea | Clair Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Male-Female Friendship, Fernand’s family is still alive so he isn’t a complete ass here, Nagamas Summary:

Clair asks Fernand for some help to impress Clive when he comes back to Zofia Castle, and of course Fernand can’t refuse her.

My @nagamas gift for @allitalksfandom. Happy holidays!!!!!

[allitalksfandom]

Her gaze softens and she mutters:- It’s the least I could do for taking so much of you time -.Maybe they should change strategy.From what Fernand can see, the problem doesn’t seem to be Clair’s technique, which is strangely impeccable actually. Somehow it’s awe-inspiring how, despite this, she can’t get the horse to calm down as soon as she hops onto it.The problem – or at least what Fernand believes is the problem – is that… horses don’t like Clair.… Yes, it does seem a farfetched answer, but Fernand has no other idea. Sure, they’ve tried only with one horse, but Clair must’ve tried this already and Fernand doubts that the horse was the same.No, this can’t be the real reason. Fernand refuses to believe it.

Um, hello!

So, long story short, my life has been a whirlwind for the last several months, and I thought “Well, how can I show how much I appreciate this and also apologize for not thanking you?” A fic liveblog!

First of all, the part about the hyphens is interesting! I actually noticed that in some of the books I read back in high school Spanish. Does anyone know if France follows the same punctuation custom?

Sure, she complains about the uniform a lot, but she’s already adapted by making some small changes here and there enough to make her like it more and not enough to break the rules.

Clair has some great character growth during the game, but there’s the implication that she’s also matured a lot just before the plot happens. You’re setting up for that here.

- Clair, fighting on a horse is not necessary -, is the first thing he proposes to her in order to find a solution, -We have many infantry troops and I’m sure they can provide you… -.

- Fernand -, Clair interrupts him with firm tone, - Do you really believe that a lady like me would fight in such an undignified way? I will have a steed and I will accept no less -.

If there’s one thing that can be said about Clair, it’s that she has high standards! This line makes me smile. Of course, she also applies those standards to herself. She needs to succeed.

Fernand sighs, hearing that, but he should’ve known that this would’ve happened, so what else can he do in a situation like this? At this point he’d rather help her so that if she ever gets to battle – hopefully that will never be the case – she won’t risk her life because she doesn’t know how to ride.

- All right, Clair. I’ll help you -.

You’re really encapsulating the protectiveness he feels about her well! Fernand’s feelings towards her are very in-character; the reader has the sense of his viewing her as both a mentee and a younger sister with perhaps a touch of the gendered dynamics of their world.

Their first attempt is what can only be described as a disaster.

If it wasn’t for Fernand – who was always ready to catch her – Clair would’ve ended up on the ground so many times that she would’ve probably hurt herself in a pretty serious way.

Ouch! I have little experience with horses, but I do know that a fall from one can be fatal.

- Thank you Fernand -, she mutters after the tenth, or maybe eleventh, time he has to catch her.

- D-don’t worry about it -, the other mutters, barely managing to remain on his feet. Sure, Clair doesn’t weigh much, but with time his arms are starting to give out for the constant effort.

Gosh, if this doesn’t prove their determination! I would’ve given up long before that point.

Maybe they should change strategy.

From what Fernand can see, the problem doesn’t seem to be Clair’s technique, which is strangely impeccable actually. Somehow it’s awe-inspiring how, despite this, she can’t get the horse to calm down as soon as she hops onto it.

The problem – or at least what Fernand believes is the problem – is that… horses don’t like Clair.

… Yes, it does seem a farfetched answer, but Fernand has no other idea. Sure, they’ve tried only with one horse, but Clair must’ve tried this already and Fernand doubts that the horse was the same.

No, this can’t be the real reason. Fernand refuses to believe it.

This is hilarious. Silly me, thinking it was an issue with her technique when I just observed that she has such high standards for herself! I can definitely believe that some people rub horses the wrong way.

He reaches for the horse’s reins and he starts to carefully pet its face in an attempt to calm it down. It works almost immediately.

- You can retire -, he says to Clair, - I’ll bring the horse back to the stables -.

- Nonsense -, the other replies, - I was the one who convinced you to take part in this, therefore I should be the one bringing it back -.

Oh dear. Fernand doesn’t even want to think about what would happen if he lets Clair do it.

- There’s no need to worry, Clair -, he says then, - I can handle this -.

- Then I shall accompany you -, the other replies. That’s not even a question; it’s a statement. She won’t hear any objections.

I can practically hear their voice actors saying the lines!

Her gaze softens and she mutters:

- It’s the least I could do for taking so much of you time -.

Yes, she definitely has a soft spot for him.

The scene in the library is perfect, by the way. The banter’s just like it is in that flashback!

He must say, he misses those moments of quiet in which they would drink tea and talk about shallow stuff without a care in the world. Today is a good day to bring this tradition back.

As much as Fernand talks about nobility, it wasn’t until now that I realized how much he must have missed the comforts of home while serving the Deliverance.

It’s always like this with them: sometimes Fernand would be too stiff with Clair, sometimes Clair will tease Fernand for revenge, but in the end, they’ve always got each other’s back.

I’m having trouble finding a gif to express how this line makes me feel, so I’m just going with this.

- What is it? -, he asks but it doesn’t seem like Clair’s heard that.

She seems occupied in a staring contest with a pegasus.

The air is tense and nothing moves, and for a moment Fernand’s afraid the pegasus will try to maim Clair, but what actually happens shocks him even more: Clair carefully stretches a hand towards the pegasus’s face and, after a moment of weariness, the beast gets closer, sniffing her hand and, slowly but surely, it gets closer, letting Clair pet it.

Fernand is speechless.

He’s never seen someone tame an animal this quick, and the fact that Clair of all people managed to do that is even more surprising.

… Turns out that pegasi are really the kind of beasts for her.

There seems to be already a big connection between them, and Fernand feels like he shouldn’t look at this moment of shared intimacy, but he can’t look away. He’s too impressed with Clair to do so.

- … Amazing -.

It’s been a while since he was able to ride his horse this freely, feeling the wind against him almost as if it wants to caress him.

Riding by his side, flying lower than how she could so that they can still speak to each other, is Clair. She’s looking ahead of her with a big smile on her face. Seeing the world like this is incredible; is this how Fernand feels every time he rides his horse?

I can picture this so vividly in my mind!

Oh my gosh, you captured the two of them perfectly! You created these sweet moments (which are bittersweet given how things turn out), and built a world and a bond around them. I can’t thank you enough; I just regret that it took me so long to get to it!

[thesassycat]

You can only reblog this today.

[allitalksfandom]

Update

I'm feeling better, slowly but surely. I've been busy with my new job; orientation finished on Tuesday. It's been difficult to get used to a new sleep schedule-one day I had to be there at 6:15! Everyone seems nice, though. It's going to be a lot of hard work for a while, but I like to be busy.

I do have some other good news: my family and I are now "back-up fosters." The organization I volunteer with trains dogs for careers like search-and-rescue, and the dogs live with foster families at night and on weekends. When the fosters are busy, though, the dogs stay with people like me. We're getting our first dog on Wednesday, and it's a dog I really bonded with previously, so I'm super hype about it!

Sorry I've been a ghost recently, but I'll try to stay in touch more often. If we're friends, I can offer you my number or Instagram or something like that (dog pics)!

[allitalksfandom]

Happy belated Nagamas!

Hello @darkflierliesel! Sorry for the extensive delay (offline life very much got in the way), but here’s your @nagamas gift! I decided to write Innes x Vanessa with the sci-fi AU prompt. I’ll have a post about the worldbuilding behind the AU up soon. 

Rated T for implied sexy situations. Word count, including dividers: 2,186

“Vanessa Bergfalk seeking permission to depart the planet. Ship designated number five-seven-four-six-five-seven-five, call name ‘Titania,’ over.”

           “Frelia space command grants Vanessa Bergfalk permission to depart, over.”

           She heard footsteps behind her as she began the rhythmic spaceflight departure maneuvers. She would recognize those steps anywhere. Fortunately, much of the departure work was automatic on the part of the ship, and her share was almost automatic at this point, too.

           King Innes waited until they had cleared Frelia’s atmosphere to speak. “I’m pleased to see that my efforts to streamline space command’s clearance protocol have paid off.”

           She set the ship to autopilot before she responded. “Your Majesty.” She stood up and bowed-her uniform’s short skirt did not allow for a curtsy.

           Was she imagining things, or did he frown? Regardless, his expression returned to its usual neutral state. (Some of her coworkers said that he tended to wear a critical facial expression, but she always thought there was something welcoming about it.)

           “I heard that your parents celebrated their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. Congratulations.”

           She wasn’t sure what the end result of this conversation would be, but she took the bait. “Thank you. My parents bought each other some relics from Valni.” Her parents were researchers studying the ancient inhabitants of that Frelian moon.

           “That sounds nice.” A pause. “I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised that you’re willing to talk to me, Vanessa.”

            “I don’t follow, Your Majesty.”

           “You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks. It would hardly have been appropriate for me to chase you down, given that I’m your employer. Or perhaps you feared a further relationship with me could affect your position in the Royal Cadets?”

           Speaking of automatic, her face flushed almost instantly. The muscles in her jaw tightened. “I had thought that you had lost interest.” Her reasoning sounded pathetic to her ears, and King Innes certainly didn’t seem to be buying it. She backpedaled, saying “I wasn’t sure what your intentions were, if you wanted to keep having…” She grasped for a word. “Liaisons. Or if you hoped to date, or if you simply wanted to forget about the whole thing.”

           “Ideally, this is the sort of thing a prospective couple discusses together.”

             Vanessa tapped her index fingers together. “To be honest, I have little experience with this sort of thing.” Embarrassing to say, yes, but probably evident to him, anyway.

           “And I have little experience with small talk, which is why this conversation is torturing us both.”

           She waved a hand dismissively. “I wouldn’t say it’s that bad!”

           “Good.” Her liege definitely wasn’t frowning now.

             Her years of training had made Vanessa used to a steady schedule, and she awoke early to eat breakfast with the ship’s medic.

Moulder Austen was not only a priest of the Order of Peter; he also was an accomplished medic. Vanessa was grateful for his company on their journey. He was infinitely less distracting than the king, at the very least.

           He was finishing a conversation on his Mind View when Vanessa entered the small dining area. The useful tool functioned as a visor that pulled over one eye; the device was used to transmit thought and images for the purpose of a simulated conversation. It could even receive documents. Its basis on neural networks made it difficult to hack, which made it well worth the money spent on repairs during the Solar Stone War.

           Father Austen blinked five times in quick succession, causing the screen to retract. “Good morning, Vanessa. I hope you had a restful night.”

           “I have my best sleep on a ship, Father.” Her parents found it odd how she and her elder sister, Syrene, preferred the dorm-style furnishings of a spaceship to their reasonable accommodations of their childhood bedrooms, but tough training made her grateful for the most sparse of beddings. “And yourself?”

           “Unfortunately, I am fussier than I would like to be, but no matter. I was just Exchange Viewing with Natasha Aquino.”

           Vanessa nodded in recognition of the name. “Are you in touch with the clergy from the Gradoan sector of the solar system, Father?”

           “He has been a great asset in terms of a present concern of mine, so you could say that.” The door to the room slid open, and His Majesty entered.

           Both Father Austen and Vanessa greeted him, though the former was not nearly as surprised by his presence as Vanessa was.

           She turned to the priest. “I forgot how sensitive your hearing is. And His Majesty’s, for that matter.”

           The two men instantly responded, Father Austen offering to examine her hearing and King Innes questioning the noise pollution standards of the country’s spacecraft.

           “My performance on the auditory tests was within acceptable levels as of testing last month, Father, but thank you. And Your Majesty, I suspect any damage to my hearing is from the spacecraft relics I have been restoring on my break day.”

           “Right,” said the king. “If I remember correctly, that scholar from Renais had sent you the docs containing their specs over the Mind View.”

           “Some of them, yes, but others I’ve found on my own in the Royal Cadet Record Library.”

           Father Austen cleared his throat, and this time it was her liege who was startled. He turned back to Vanessa. “I suppose you can know about Father Austen’s project. You see, he has been investigating rumors of collaboration between Renais and what remains of the Magic Wielders of the Gradoan sector. It’s called Project Torch. Have you heard of it on any of your travels?”

           Given that magic was found to be a byproduct of the last few centuries of technological advancement, a fair number of humans had developed the abilities to cast spells. Between that and electricity, an ancient technology, torches were something reserved for storybooks. Given the fact that it seemed to be a secret, Vanessa doubted that the project was a historical reenactment. “‘Project Torch?’”

           “According to some chemical theorists, Fomortiis influenced his army using pheromones that affected aggression in non-human species. If that were the case, then, surely it would be possible to engineer chemicals to produce the opposite effect.”

           “While that would make things easier for us cadets, wouldn’t a chemical like that override free will?”

           “Ah, and that’s the source of the debate. To what extent it would change an individual’s personality is, again, theoretical at best. There’s also the matter of modifications that unscrupulous characters could make to cause other emotional reactions in those exposed to the pherenomes.”

           “Not to mention that its usage could affect relations with groups like the Mogalls from Za’ha’s moon, Bigl,” added Father Austen. Relations between humans and other species had been strained since the war.

           “What do the pheromones have to do with Renais?” Vanessa had a feeling she already knew the answer.

           King Innes did not answer at first. “The rulers of Renais did not take the loss of their friend well. Yet while Queen Eirika strives for peace, and I have always been the first to criticize King Ephraim, I do not believe that they would take such a risk.”

           Vanessa had met the princess during that fateful meeting with King Hayden, but she was surprised that the woman wanted to speak to her personally before they departed Frelia.

           The room where they met was functional, with a small table, three chairs, and a screen that connected to Mind View.

           The princess appeared as composed as one could be in such a situation. Beside her was Seth Lapointe, Head Keeper of the Crown. Vanessa averted her eyes from his wound, instead looking at Princess Eirika.

           “First of all, thank you for fighting beside us.”

           “Think nothing of it, Your Highness.”

           The princess moved to sit down; Vanessa and Sir Lapointe followed suit.

           The princess tapped her cheek with her finger. “According to reports, you’re about my age but well-recognized for your accomplishments in the Annual Royal Cadet Games.”

           “In the course of my studies, I learned a bit about Frelia’s Royal Cadets. Last year, you ranked twenty-fifth out of the all-time record for the Time Trial?” The Head Keeper blinked five times, opening the record in Mind View and using Exchange View to project it on the screen.

           “That is true. I decided to attend the Royal Cadet Academy and follow in my sister’s footsteps.”

           “I see that you studied ancient spacecraft.” The Head Keeper winked five times, which allowed him normal vision while keeping the Exchange View on the screen. The tone in his voice indicated that her profile, which now graced the screen, had given him pause.

           “I had originally planned on following in my parents’ footsteps and working in the research labs on Valni.”

           “There’s nothing wrong with that,” said the princess warmly. “I assume that you followed in your sister’s footsteps instead? My own brother taught me how to fight.” She looked at Vanessa, her gaze suddenly intent. “As a younger sibling, I’m sure you can understand…my situation.”

           Vanessa nodded slowly.

           “More than anything, it’s compassion and a strong heart that will get us through this mission. If we have that, we will reunite with my brother, and you’ll return triumphant to your family.”

*****

           They had a smooth landing, as expected, and they managed to complete their port registration in an efficient and speedy matter; King Innes expressed mild bewilderment that King Ephraim had taken his suggestions on how to streamline the process to heart. “Then again, it may have been Eirika’s doing.”

           Their escort consisted of two members of the Crown’s Keepers. While Vanessa did not recognize one of their companions, the second was a familiar face.

           “It’s good to see you, Franz.”

           Franz Fortier was scarcely old enough to be called an adult when Vanessa had first met him, so it was bizarre to see the slightest bit of stubble on his chin. Presumably he had missed the hairs while shaving due to their light color. “Vanessa! My brother will be disappointed he missed running into you.”

           “The last time we talked on Mind View, he said that he had left the Crown’s Keepers to focus on his artwork.”

           Franz tilted his head slightly. “He wants to, yes, but he’s only semi-retired from the force. Unfortunately for him, he’s been hounded by new recruits hoping to get some wisdom from a war hero.” He blushed. “They’ve even been talking to me. I just tell them that I learned everything from Sir Lapointe. Granted, my father was his role model…”

           They continued to make friendly conversation while his fellow Crown’s Keeper drove the subatmospheric vehicle used and beloved by Crown’s Keepers, the Stallion model.

           Vanessa preferred Titania, and had had many passionate discussions with Crown’s Keepers on the subject of subatmospheric versus spaceflight vehicles. Princess Tana had even joined in on the debates, and Vanessa found that she had much of her brother’s strength of conviction.

           Upon arrival at the residence of King Ephraim and Queen Eirika, Vanessa and Father Austen were left to wait outside the meeting room. Vanessa kept herself busy by reading explanatory Exchange Views from Lute Rayne, her scholarly friend from the war. Vanessa had asked the purple-haired woman what she knew about a reference to a long-ago civilization in one of her ancient schematics meant, which had led to a history lesson.

           Vanessa had finally finished reading Lute’s Exchange View. After shutting off the Mind View, she rubbed at her eyes. She stood up automatically at the sound of King Innes walking towards her and Father Austen.

           He shook his head with the smallest of movements. They know nothing.

           “Perhaps I had wanted to uncover something, play the hero.”

           Vanessa’s quarters were more crowded than usual that night. The king lay under the blanket next to her, arms folded behind his head.

           “That doesn’t sound like you, Your Majesty. You’re a practical man, and you wanted to make sure that they weren’t making the same mistakes as their lost friend.”

           He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I thought I asked you not to call me that in here. Unless you want to-”

           She elbowed him lightly in his ribs, blushing.

           “I deserved that. But that reminds me, we should address what, exactly, is happening between us.”

           Vanessa pursed her lips in thought. “Actually, I can tell that you’re still preoccupied about Project Torch. We can talk about that.”

           The king sounded grateful as he spoke. “Rumors do not simply happen for no reason. I believe I can trust the Renais twins, which means four options remain. One, Project Torch is happening in Renais and they are ignorant of it. Two, they have been prevented from telling me about it. Three, someone or a group of someones wants to discredit them and has started this rumor. And fourth, Project Torch does exist, but in some other capacity. You know that I have little faith in Carcino…”

           Vanessa nodded slowly as he spoke. “What does this mean for Frelia?”

           He sighed. “We keep listening.”

           “We stay on guard.”

           “Ever vigilant.”

           “Starting tomorrow.” Vanessa closed her eyes.

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

I used to hate using ‘love’ liberally. I felt it was a sacred word only to be used in very special occasions. Now that I’m older, I’ve come to the realization that love should be shared and felt and received with reckless abandon. Love these characters, love this food, love things in the moment, even if they may seem tiny and insignificant to others. I think it makes life a little more soft around the edges. 

[snarksandkisses]

Also good to keep THIS SHIT in mind:

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

You can have a favorite in the primaries, and even make a passionate case for your favorite, without drilling down on why the other candidates are monsters. You really truly can.

[assignedgodatbirth]

[h0l0graphic]

Aw shit, escapism spoilers without any context.

[strangehorse]

i have so many Feelings about the word ‘bitch’. i love when it’s used humorously (’i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch’), i love when it’s reclaimed (’i’m a boss-ass bitch’), i love when my female friends call me jokingly (‘listen here bitch’), but when a man says it? sirens, warning lights. when a man calls a woman it it comes with such hatred. it’s stabbing. it’s sharp and vile and it drips misogyny. it’s funny how the word can be fine 95% of the time and the other 5% of the time it genuinely fills me with fear

[su-nlt]

Things Confirmed In Escapism

New Song: Escapism

New Character: Various Watermelon Stevens

Stevonnie can duel-wield shields and use Stevens bubble

Steven and Connie cant escape the Prison Tower

Connie brought energy bars to Homeworld

There is no cell phone reception on Homeworld

Steven has given up on the homeworld plan

Bismuth is the only gem and the CGs side who isn’t poofed

Steven can fall asleep on command

This is the second time in two years Steven has been sent to prison

Steven can access Earth through his mind powers, but only through Watermelon Stevens

Mask Island is still standing, but the warp pads are still broken

New varieties of Watermelon fauna have evolved, including birds and sharks

Watermelon Steven society has advanced

The Watermelons had split into two factions: Peace and Violence/ Baby Melon and Warrior Melon Steven

Both were at war with each other, which Steven stopped

Bismuth is still repairing the temple

Greg, Bismuth, and Lion are on their way to save Steven

[bweeeep]

little magvelian things

[emubop]

#tadhdfw u get a sudden burst of restless energy but ur at work and can’t do shit about it so u just. sorta vibrate in place

[savingoursanity]

vibrate mode is the worst 

[wenchyfloozymoo]

[191811110]

[Standing comedian Hannah Gadsby saying:

But I– A couple of years ago, a man came up to me after… my show. He had an opinion. Now, in the show, I’d spoken about taking antidepressant medication, and he had an opinion on that.

Now, interestingly, I’d also spoken about how unhelpful unsolicited advice is, in mental health plan, but he mustn’t have heard that bit.

He said, “you shouldn’t take medication, because you’re an artist. It’s important that you feel.” He said, “if Vincent van Gogh had have taken medication, we wouldn’t have sunflowers.”

I never, ever, ever thought that my art history degree would ever come in handy.

I tore that man a college debt-sized new arsehole.

I said, “good opinion, mate, except that he did medicate. He self-medicated a lot. He drank a lot. He even nibbled on his own paints.

He didn’t just paint sunflowers, he did quite a few portraits of psychiatrists. Not even random ones. Psychiatrists who were treating him. And medicating him.

And there’s one particular portrait of one particular psychiatrist, and he’s holding a flower, and it isn’t a sunflower. It’s a foxglove. And that foxglove forms a part of a medication that van Gogh… took for epilepsy.

And that derivative of the foxglove plant medi-fucking-cation…”

I must’ve skipped a dose that day ‘cause I was feeling.

“The derivative of the foxglove, if you overdose out a bit, you know what happens? You can experience the color yellow a little too intensely.

“So perhaps… we have the sunflowers precisely because… van Gogh medicated.

“What do you honestly think, mate?” I said. “That creativity means that you must suffer? That is the burden of creativity? Just so you can enjoy it?

“Fuck you, mate. If you like sunflowers so much, buy a bunch and jerk off into a geranium.”]

[stoneroses]

[beverlyhillsmom]

the article just got better as i kept on reading

[manafromheaven]

A WHOLE RAW POTATO THIS STILL KILLS ME

[vamptoll]

This is the future tumblr staff wants

[allitalksfandom]

I dunno, as a Catholic ace I'd be curious if I could beat their record :P

[gravegospel]

wheres that gif of a dude playing golf but he lands it like a fire emblem crit animation

[gravegospel]

[adalheidis]

Cormag and Celica: Common interests.

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