When your mom discovers you ditched so hard your responsabilities that you abandoned this dimension, and then sends to grab you her 3 MVPs Silesseian pegasus knights, and one of them wants to murder you, the other wants to bring you by force and another is abt to cry
Edelgard would have been more palatable if she actually wanted to get rid of Crests altogether. We know it can be done with Hanneman & Lindhart's ending with Lysithea. So it's clearly in reach. Now imagine how faster it would be achieved if it was the effort of a monarch creating an entire scientific division for that very purpose. Or the Slithers. Or both.
Ok so Lysithea's Crests aren't natural so I don't know if removing her Crests means it can be done for everyones. Like none of Marianne's endings, even with Linhardt and Hanneman, involve her losing her Crest she just comes to terms with it.
But regardless yeah she'd be more consistent, less hypocritical but an all powerful Emperor setting up a scientific division that forced the population to go through a procedure in order to remove something they were born with when said person might not want to.... That isn't any more palpable to me on a moral level than what she actually sets out to do, in fact I'd argue that's worse.
If she made it optional then great but if she really wanted to get rid of Crests she wouldn't be able to make it optional because there would always be people not willing to give it up and they would still have these ridiculous strength advantages that Crests supposed give you. So... I'll be honest in this regard I feel for Edelgard if she really wants to tare down the Crest System she's in a tough spot because there isn't any moral way you could go about it that wouldn't take a couple hundred to achieve, Edelgard wanted change quickly but if she wanted long lasting change she would have been better trying to work with the likes of Dimitri, Claude and Rhea because I think they could have tried to influence more gradual but long lasting change.
I want some fresh salt. So how about Ship that you can never see happening: 👎
LOL ok let’s see...
Ship that you can never see happening:
Felix/Female characters. Most of his supposed romantic supports with women make me go “yikes” tbh.
Rhea/Anyone that isn’t Byleth. Awful cus of all the degrees of incest involved here but realistically? I don’t see her romantically interested in anyone else and much less Catherine who’s so profoundly devoted to her (I think that’s PRECISELY a reason she wouldn’t be into Catherine too, traumatic incestuous leanings non-withstanding. She can’t see her as an equal).
Ship that you used to have as an OTP: 💙 Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑
💙 - Ced/Tine. My younger self didn’t seem to understand that an 18/13 pairing is pretty gross, so I liked it quite a bit back then. Right now, I’m much more inclined to an older variant of their relationship, perhaps once Tine and Ced have both settled into their positions and are both, you know, legal.
😑 - In terms of FE16, I’m inclined to say Felix/Sylvain. I can see how it’s so incredibly popular and why it appeals to so many people, but I S-supported Felix so I’m biased towards Bylix, I suppose.
deetvar said: But what about DARKNESS or THE LIGHT
i mean, we were trying to get “responsibly” drunk
admittedly, we still failed, but adding those two in would’ve just been “who are we fucking kidding, we drink until there’s no liquor left in this building”
(This is so, so late I can’t even find the original posts, so this is part one for B-Day Goodies!)
Lewynvar
“Hey, prince.” Deetvar looked up from across the bottle of spirits they had swiped from the cellars. Her head felt a little light, and her mouth was a little more reckless. “Should I swear fealty to you?”
“If you do, I’ll reject, and then you will be exiled into the life of a vagabond,” Lewyn replied, taking it back, and taking a long sip, then he coughed. “The upside is that they’ll write songs about you, at least. Better ones than Deetvar the Angelic Knight. It’ll be... like this...”
He hummed a few bars. It was catchy, damn.
“If I get a song, you better make it so it has more instruments on it than your shite fife.”
“Lady Mercenary, you wound me,” Lewyn replied, before taking a long sip from the bottle. “... I’m gonna miss this when I leave.”
He’ll miss her, too. But to say so would only make things worse.
Deetvar took the bottle from his hand. “So don’t.”
If only it was that simple. The kingdom of Silesse with him at the head would fall to pieces, major holy blood be damned. He was 19 and barely a man. He couldn’t be a king. But he couldn’t say that to anyone else. Erinys would begin to tear up, Annand would go into swearing fealty and convince him with words he knew she didn’t mean to stay, his mother... his mother would be the worst. But, telling Deetvar got him this. No hysterics, no begging, no accusations. It was strange, how they had this affinity. A way to view things at a distance, to understand when they were way over their heads, and try to plan the best strategy for themselves and everyone. Some would call them cold, others cowards.
“Come with me.”
“I won’t abandon my post to follow you into the unknown, Lewyn. You already rejected my offer of fealty. Don’t get another.” It was the first time in a while she called him Lewyn, he leaned forward, and looked into her eyes. She lowered the bottle, allowing him to get closer. He took it. Huh, even their mouths tasted the same. It was because of the booze, but Lewyn thought it was almost poetic. They both broke the kiss at once. And a few mornings later, Lewyn was gone from the castle, from the capital, from the crown. He still made that song.