It probably seems like Yuffie is pretty overly confident, especially with how she boasts about herself. Real talk, no one else isn’t going to say those things in the least even the most simple compliments. Of course, she’d hear praises within her country often, but she’d like to be able to hear them outside of her country. Still, struggling to prove her own natural abilities and even now still not feeling like she’s fitting in. Constantly working tirelessly to help everyone to the best of her abilities and show others her usefulness. She never really refers to or announcing her title as a princess even though it wouldn’t be out of place for nobility. Just wanting to be known for her own skills and achievements rather than her title.
Mind always reeling if there’s more she could do or things she could have done differently.
I’m having a soft-emotional feeling for Mireille today so I’ll just tell you guys her love interest throughout history (canonically so far ig i can always change that because technically I’m the god of her world but that's a different discussion). She’s actually only had two genuine love interests because everyone else has been just flings that doesn’t have a concrete timeline and happen sporadically because she was bored for most of the time.
Her most impactful love interest is Sardinia and it was an absolute mess. She’s known them since childhood, but her feelings for them did not flourish until the 1800s when they both got together due to some political reasons and she fell head over heels for them. Mer was really young and naïve (and she got rejected quite often by her childhood crush so she tried to get over that by using Sardinia as that emotional cushion lmao). she poured her heart and soul into this person; where she just no longer saw the world clearly anymore. That was when Sardinia (being her superior mind you) took advantage of selling every bit of her land as possible and allowing F/rance to annex.
Mer was so blind-sighted by their actions she did not realize the consequences until it was too late. You would think, she would notice when she was getting sicker as her land was annex and sold. Emotionally, Sardinia was not nice to Mer (esp. given how F/rench she was becoming and all) and once she got independence, they kind of just left her and never spoke to her again until they sent her a letter 5-years later officially “breaking-up.” Of course, Mireille was embarrassed by her actions; so she left to go do research at sea for 10-years. She tried to come back home pretending nothing happened, but with nations--rumors come and go rather quickly.
and it could somewhat explain why she tries to grasp love very dearly and doesn’t wish heartbreak on even her worst enemy.
Biting, fighting for dominance, aggression, Solas can either be very gentle with his lover, or very very feisty. It all depends on his partner and how they react. He's very fluid with his desires, and prefers to match his partner and their preferences, though he obviously has barriers.
Headcanon: The Shepard family were all born and raised Catholic.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." He barely gets it out, his voice cracking half way through in that awful way it does when he's nervous. With a shuffle, a quick shift of the weight on his knees, sore from all this kneeling, he barely leaves a pause in the air before he continues on.
"He was asking for it, though. Kept saying nasty things about Angie, real nasty things. That's a sin too, isn't it?" A bright pause, as if he expects a reply, before he continued on, head down turned and eyes balanced on the blanket hanging off the edge. "Adultery, yeah. So, by hitting him, I'm like you in the old days, all mad and raining sulfur. And that makes me a better Catholic, right? I mean, you'd do the same thing if you had a sister. I mean--" Gnawing his lower lip, he nodded his head as if coming upon a very important thought.
"If you could have a sister..." This was getting ridiculous, and he didn't want the Almighty to think he was stupid too. He wasn't. His mama always told him God created everyone in his image, perfect just the way they are.
Drawing his legs from underneath him, he sat back on his ass and spread long limbs across the cold hard cement that lined the floor, and hurried past the lull in the conversation. It wasn't stupid.
"But, I didn't mean to hurt him that bad. I only wanted to rough him up, teach him a lesson. I would've stopped if I thought I was going to put him in the hospital." The muffled thud of heavy footsteps draw his attention, and for a moment he locks his lips tight, a quick turn of his head greeting him with aging bars and the still empty room outside his cell. Probably the fucking asshole deputy, rooting around for coffee or donuts, whatever pigs ate. Biting back a snort, he turned back to the brick wall on the other side of his bed for the night.
"I hope-- I hope he's ok. Really, because he's friends with Tim, and I only meant to rough him up. And, I hope that you can really forgive me, because I swear, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." With a harsh swallow, one that makes his adam's apple bob in his throat, he stops. With silence left to answer him, and for a moment he almost gathers himself up and makes it to his feet, before something previously forgotten pulls him to a halt.
"Oh, yeah. In the name of the Father-" He presses two fingertips quick to his forehead, "Son-" Before tapping the center of his chest, "And Holy Spirit-" and finishing the fluid motion by drawing it quick across both his shoulders.
"Amen."
Stumbling to his feet, the buzz he was still riding made it harder than he wanted. Jesus, his mom was going to kill him, wasn't she? If Tim didn't do it first.
Taking a seat down on the side of the creaking mattress, he paused himself in his loneliness, before continuing as if he hadn't stopped a minute earlier, sincerity clear.
"And, could you help me make bail? If you aren't too busy."
