｡⁠* Stuck in Faerghus ｡⁠*

f!dimileth & felannie. a lot of random bs (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

[elainerei]

I really like that Seth is this, uber-competent guy who's mature and serious and can do anything. In contrast, Eiri is a little bright-eyed & innocent and Seth is just really protective of her in general, like "you don't need to fight, you don't need to see bad things, just let me do it" :)))))))))))))))

[elainerei]

Dedue's overly zealous dedication towards Dimitri was rightfully framed as unhealthy, but it's the way he channelled his grief and loss.

He saw his homeland his culture as dead, gone, pointless, to be revived in the future by Dimitri, and embraced the culture of his oppressor—Chivalry—instead.

He had a defeatist attitude from all the discrimination, and believed that no one should associate w him, that no one would care or be interested.

Dedue put all the stocks in his Savior instead, believing wholeheartedly that Dimitri would set things right.

But therein lies the problem...

Dedue moreso enabled the Prince's worst tendencies than stopping him.

I don't think theres any universe where Dedue could save Dimitri from himself. Ultimately, that "redemption" after Gronder didn't rely on Dedue... Dimitri had to choose to free himself.

Dedue's sacrifice can be read as a point made about the destructive nature of Faerghus' chivalry instead.

That's my subjective view anw...

[baixboar]

Vengeance. . . or whatever the horrors that haunt you say.

[nayuunii]

Duke Felix Hugo Fraldarius

[elainerei]

I wrote this in one sitting as a gag kinda :))) no beta

The setting is that Grand Duke Dimitri of Blaiddyd entered into a marriage of convenience w Prophet Byleth of the Church of Seiros; Felix, who was away on business, learnt everything thru the news and now wanted to throttle Dimitri :)))))

Yes, it is rofan-inspired 🤡

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“YOU BOAAAAAR!” A roar echoed through the hallway of Castle Blaiddyd. The door to the main office violently swinged open with a loud bang. A man stomped in with little regard for decorum. He had a lean build, medium height and jet black hair, on his back was a travel cloak and his hand clutching a roll of something that used to be that day’s newspaper. Dedue was visibly displeased, but the “boar” in question raised a hand, stopping him from saying anything further.

“Welcome back, Felix. You are as hot-headed as always,” the Grand Duke of Blaiddyd calmly replied, not even bothering to look up from his work.

“What. Is the meaning of this? I took my eyes away from you, for one second. And you’re already up to something foolish,” the man, Felix, was seething under his breath, face scowling, full of contempt.

“Do not disrespect His Excellency,” Dedue raised his voice. Though normally mild-mannered, he was not one to allow any slight against his liege.

“Let it go, Dedue,” the Grand Duke finally lifted his head in confusion, “and you, Felix, I would greatly appreciate it if you can explain what you mean?”

“This.”

Felix threw the severely wrinkled paper on the Grand Duke’s desk then turned back briefly to slam and lock the door closed. Dedue looked like he would really throw hands if anything more preposterous were to happen. On the front page was a giant picture of a wedding, above it was a big, bold title: THE EMPIRE’S GREATEST BACHELOR NO LONGER AVAILABLE?! MARRIAGE OF THE CENTURY IN FAERGHUS.

“Ah this… It is nothing for you to worry about, my friend.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’???” Felix spoke through clenched teeth, “what kinda lord gets married without telling anyone? To the Holy Prophet of the Church of Seiros no less? Tell me, what did that woman tell you to rope your boar head into this? What are they after here? You know nothing good comes off getting entangled with those zealots.” He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.

“Relax, I have my reasons,” Grand Duke Blaiddyd let out a deep sigh.

“Oh yeah? Let’s hear it then.”

“Lady Byleth has the lead on the perpetrators of the Tragedy,” the lord leaned back on his chair and clasped his hands together while the man before him froze in surprise. “She is also chasing after them in revenge for her father’s death and wishes for an excuse to draw their attention and cooperate with us. Furthermore,” he said under his breath, “it seems we were correct to assume the Church was not being very transparent.”

Felix narrowed his eyes to glare incredulously. “Hmph, so she is seeking refuge by appealing to our lord’s soft mushy heart. Our interests might align, but how useful is she really? How can we take her at her word? Do not forget those scums who approached you with utter nonsense before.”

“We have verified her information. Dedue, give him the report will you?”

Still unconvinced, Felix walked forward to indignantly snatch a folder from Dedue’s hand and flopped down on the office’s sofa to read. Meanwhile, the other two returned to their work. The report was hefty and meticulously detailed, its final page signed by Sylvain, their frivolous but trusted Head of Reconnaissance, which meant everything inside was reasonably reliable.

Of course, Grand Duke Blaiddyd was not the utilitarian sort, in fact, he despised that line of thinking. Lady Byleth’s usefulness was absolutely not the only reason she had been welcomed into the Castle. Back then, when the Prophet had come to him with her proposal, he had sensed the desperation and sorrow, deep as the ocean in her eyes. For the infamously aloof scion of the Holy Church to nearly tear up begging for a chance, her goals must be of great importance indeed… Perhaps it was as Lord Rodrigue often said, the head of House Blaiddyd had always had a big soft spot for anyone in need. But he did not really have to explain that part to Felix, Rodrigue's son. They had known each other their entire life, his fiery friend just wanted to make sure there were sensible reasons too, probably.

After a while, Felix closed the last page and dropped the entire thing on the coffee table with a thud. His hands came up to cover his face and he let out an exasperated, undignified noise.

“Are you satisfied now, my friend?” Grand Duke Blaiddyd chuckled wryly.

“Ugh, fine,” Felix quickly stood up and handed back the report. The lord reached out to receive it but his friend did not let go. “Still, this doesn’t mean we can trust her yet. Don’t let your guard down, Dimitri,” they locked eyes for a few moments.

“I know, Felix. There are people stationed nearby to watch her.”

“And they’d better do a good job at it.”

“You can ask Mercedes and Annette for more information.”

“Hmph,” Felix huffed, finding this answer the most satisfactory one so far. He let go of the report at last and prepared to leave.

“Felix.”

“What is it now?”

“Thank you for your concern,” Dimitri grinned.

“Yeah, sure,” Felix looked away, “Goddess knows someone has to keep a boar like you in check at least.” He left through the door and pulled it close behind him, this time noticeably more gentle. The office returned to its usual tranquility, before Dedue sighed, shaking his head and Dimitri bursted out laughing.

It had been a delightful start of the day.

[theninthnoah]

Playing 3 routes at the same time makes me appreciate how fe3h sets up each of the lords’ goals and arcs early. Conversations that sound like typical worldbuilding infodumps are actually the lords’ biases coming through in what information they consider important enough to explain to you

[elainerei]

Eirika's army according to Grado's generals (they are not wrong):

"Now about this Princess Eirika… I hear she’s quite a handful. They say her paladin withstood Valter’s lance…"

[strawberrycat2802]

Happy Birthday Chrom and Mercie!

[elainerei]

Having someone beta your purely self-indulgent fic is a very humbling experience :')

[elainerei]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eirika/Seth (Fire Emblem) Characters: Seth (Fire Emblem), Eirika (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: Wound Care, Mutual Pining, During Canon, Seth is really struggling Summary:

One night in Serafew, Seth got approached by Princess Eirika with an ambiguous request... What is the appropriate relationship between a knight and a princess? --- Takes place after their C support.

Thank you to Akely (@akelyokikagu) and Jess (@/blue__jest) for putting up with me to beta this 🥲 You guys are godsent 🙏💖

[elainerei]

For archival purpose: a collection of stupid fire emblem edits

- Me on the last few days before submitting my thesis:

- Oomfie dreamt of Ryan Gosling Dimitri:

- The dynamic of the Faerghus childhood trio basically:

- How it felt playing White Clouds with the Black Eagles:

- Chrom's surprisingly violent tendency:

- Playing Awkn and seeing a bunch of enemies standing in a group:

- Me on my first playthrough of 3Houses, not knowing I won't be able to get them together (I'm an fByleth truther now tho):

[elainerei]

Forgot this one:

- Linhardt vs. Caspar in parenting

[elainerei]

There's always a chance that I will blow up my twt. And also sorting thru stuff there is horrible

So imma repost some older threads here

[elainerei]

For archival purpose: a collection of stupid fire emblem edits

- Me on the last few days before submitting my thesis:

- Oomfie dreamt of Ryan Gosling Dimitri:

- The dynamic of the Faerghus childhood trio basically:

- How it felt playing White Clouds with the Black Eagles:

- Chrom's surprisingly violent tendency:

- Playing Awkn and seeing a bunch of enemies standing in a group:

- Me on my first playthrough of 3Houses, not knowing I won't be able to get them together (I'm an fByleth truther now tho):

[elainerei]

If there was one thing Fiora symbolized within the story of the original Xenoblade Chronicles, it would be “Home”.

Her death is the loss of Home to the conflict. Her mechanized body is a Home haunted by conflicts, functioning but never thriving. Her rebirth is the dawn of a new life, changed but full of possibilities.

"Home" isn't just a place, it's the friends and family, it's the sense of normalcy, it's the peaceful days.

Fiora isn't just a Home for the Colony 9 squad, she represents that idea of "Home" within the larger thematic context of the story.

She appealed to Egil by mentioning his Home - the Machina and Lady Meyneth.

And unlike most who joined the team seeking vengeance, she joined because there was someone she cared about. She fought to protect her Home.

While she might be able to fight as Mecha-Fiora, as long as she had to live with an incompatible body, it would one day fail her.

Similarly, while Colony 6 & 9 were able to begin reconstructing, as long as conflicts went on, their Home would inevitably fall under attack again.

You can say her in that form represents the illusion of normalcy.

But back to the theme of "Home" in Xb1.

Fiora is both a Home that someone fights for, and that someone who fights for their Home.

She, along with so many things he had experienced on his journey, reminded Shulk that behind it all, Egil, too, was a soldier fighting for those he treasured, and there were ppl that treasured Egil and would fight for him in turn.

[stupidthreehousesedits]

[sakitenyoyo]

all three houses leaders are now in the furry fire emblem game, wowie!

[feaincorrectquotes]