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espritmuse · 3 years

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Zeke and Reiner birthday collab!! It was supposed to be longer but my sens of organisations is close to zero so I was late as usual @saccharine-darling collab!!!

4K words, smut ahead (but not that much lol)

Warning: reader is low-key cheating, semi public sex maybe angst too idk….

Perhaps the sun, always glorious and a harbinger of delight and bliss, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its obscurity brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

On a bright day when everything seemed dark, questioning your relationship with Reiner, you met him, Zeke Yeager, like a light among the stars, like the moon eclipsing the sun for a mere moment, but maybe long enough to forget about how bright the sun used to shine.

—LUNAR ECLIPSE—

A single tiny piece of sunshine that seemed to escape from the firmament to find refuge, a curtain slightly ajar so that the darkness did not take over the whole room and one side of the bed unmade, the grey cotton sheets crumpled as usual, as they have been every morning for several months now. It was all these little details, in addition to your noisy alarm clock, the passers-by and the cars in the city streets, that brought you out of your long and sweet reverie, the one that allowed you to escape from your daily life, which was morose, to say the least.

You gathered up what courage you had left and got up after stretching your numb limbs from the awkward position you had been in while sleeping. Walking a few steps to reach the window, you opened the shutters and curtains to finally let the sweet sunshine into the sad room, which needed it. Although you had no desire to see him again, your stomach was just rumbling with anticipation of anything that might fill it. So you opened the white wooden door, turned the gold handle, and headed for the main room of your little flat.

"Morning." You greeted with a sigh before opening one of the small doors in the wall shelves to pick up a black patterned mug into which you poured coffee straight from the coffee pot.

"Hm." The short-haired man simply replied without even bothering to look in your direction, as if he didn't care about your presence anymore.

You didn't even care, you'd taught your heart not to feel bruised by every loveless move he made. He just couldn't stand you anymore, he didn't love you like he used to. You don't know what changed, what you could have done to make your sweet and loving boyfriend suddenly change his behaviour.. The idea that he had met someone else had crossed your mind more than once, but you didn't even dare ask him; you were frightened of the answer he might address you. Despite his silence, you never stopped loving him and it hurt you deeply that he could have gone to someone else, another girl, maybe more beautiful, funnier... It's all these questions that have little by little pushed you away from him in your turn.

"Did you sleep well? It was hot last night and I had a little trouble falling asleep.” But you tried to talk to him, no matter what, you always found something to say to try to reconnect with the man you loved.

With the summer, the heat and the sun, he had even more excuses to go out at all hours of the day so you had even less opportunity to see him. At times you can't help but think back to the days when you would jump into his arms as soon as you heard his keys turn in the front door lock, when you would spend the evening in each other's arms whispering sweet nothings. You think back on those moments with great melancholy, you don't even feel like the same man anymore.

“Yeah.” Once again, he didn't look at you; his head was turned towards the television, which was showing a programme even more boring than the questions you were asking him to break the ice. Slumped on the sofa, his left leg stretched out and the other bent; you sat down next to him and put your cup on the living room’s small coffee table.

"We could go out today, don't you think? I miss when we used to go for walks in the city Reiner." You asked, your eyes on him, and thankfully you noticed a small movement in his regard as if in a second he had recalled happy memories, memories where everything still seemed perfect.

"I...I already have stuff planned." He replied after a short moment, his gaze still evasive.

"Oh...Okay." You simply answered, not wanting to annoy him longer, maybe that was the reason; you were too much on his back, you were asking for too much attention...

Silently sipping your coffee, you pondered for a moment, your mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of communicating to yourself, you made your settlement. You were going to go out without him, you didn’t need him for everything. It had been weeks since you had been out with just yourself and you were beginning to miss it; when you officially moved in with him, away from your family, you lost touch with many of your friends so it was high time to meet new people and have some fun for once.

So the day passed, the noon and then the afternoon; you had decided to go out at night to appreciate everything even better, the big lights on the main boulevard, itself filled with people dancing -contrasting with their morose faces of the day-, the bars full of life, the stars overhanging the sky and giving it a bit of light in its solitary gloom...Everything seemed more beautiful once the sun was down. Perhaps the sun, always bright and a harbinger of delight and hapiness, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its night brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

Using your phone, you took down the address of a bar in your town that you had spotted earlier on one of your walks. It was quite big but seemed to be a bit of an upmarket bar, given the prices of the drinks. But you didn't give up, it was your night out, all to yourself and it didn't matter if you ended up broke, you wanted to have fun for once.

So when night fell, you put on your best evening dress, a short black dress, hugging your body to perfection without being too tight, and your pumps of the same colour - a little high and uncomfortable, but that would be a problem for later -. And of course, you took forever to make yourself beautiful in the bathroom, make-up, eyebrows, nails... Who knows, maybe you were going to meet someone, or maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, you wished Reiner would see you like this, that he would fall in love with you again like he did a few years before when he saw you at that campus party. You would have liked him to compliment you, to ask you to stay home, or even to ask you out instead; but none of that; he was already off somewhere while you were primping in the next room.

Turning the key in the lock of the front door, you then went down the stairs quickly - trying not to fall with your impractical high heels - and went to the taxi you had ordered beforehand because, although the bar was not far away, you were still a woman in a short dress at night and you didn't want to put your life in danger. Once in the car, the driver began to drive carefully, exchanging a word or two with you so that the journey would not be too boring.

"So, a girls' night out? It's a beautiful day right now, even at night, you're lucky to see the stars in the city, with the pollution, not everyone gets to see them so often." The man says to you, hands on the wheel, looking straight ahead, preparing to brake at the red light.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm going out to have some fun." You simply replied to the white-haired, long-bearded widow with the same unkempt light colour.

"In my day, me and my friends used to run out of bars, unpaid!" He recalled with a smile as he looked at you through the car window to look at your smiling face, too. "So if you need me to wait for you outside the bar so you can escape, don't hesitate, the police have never caught me...yet."

"It's going to be hard for me to run around with these things on my feet...but I'll make a note, the prices are outrageous." You replied to his somewhat amusing remark.

The car had been driving for several minutes now and you saw the front of the bar, so the driver pulled over and waited for you to give him the money for the fare, which you said after digging into your wallet for a few seconds.

“Take care of yourself miss” He finally said before rolling up the driver's side window and leaving.

You breathed out a deep breath before crossing the street that separated you from the place. It was, like all the other signs of this kind, much more animated at this hour and more beautiful too. Its many lights of all colours and the people who surrounded it, some outside to smoke or drink and others, inside laughing with friends, that you could see between the half-open doors... All this gave an astonishing charm to this place.

Your legs a little shaky with hesitation, you finally entered, putting your hands on one of the glass doors to push it open slightly to give yourself more room to pass. You quickly made your way to the bar at the far right of the large room. To avoid people who had already had too much to drink, you stayed close to the walls, walking quickly along them to wait for the right place. Although your steps went in one direction, your eyes, curious as they are, turned towards the dance floor and the other people present. They seemed so happy, full of life, smiling, dancing... You wondered immediately if, like you, their lives were not a reflection of their current emotions, if, like you, they woke up in the morning, sad with the feeling that their lives are meaningless. They seem so happy at the time, but are they really happy once the sun rises, once the bar lights go out?

You took a seat on one of the leather stools placed at the counter, waiting for a waiter to ask you what you wanted to order. A simple whisky, that's what you took when the waiter came towards you.

Sipping your drink -or rather the second one, as you had swallowed the first one in record time-, you continued to look at the others, indefinitely, when you heard a voice break your precious silence; it was the bar's waiter once again but this, this time he was holding a small plate with two drinks on it.

"Excuse me, here," he placed two more glasses of whiskey in front of you, "The man over there paid for you." He nodded towards another part of the room to your puzzled look. In the distance, there was a group of men who looked like businessmen, from the black suits they were still wearing. You didn't know which man he was talking about, there were several of them; two with blond hair, one who looked very effeminate and the other with glasses and a beard; a dark-skinned man with closely shaved hair and finally a dark-haired man who seemed to be smaller in stature, especially compared to one of the blond men beside him.

You turned back your head to its original position, a little smile on your face, proud that your charm was still working, and what's more, on a man who seemed rather attractive - because, even if you didn't know which man the drink came from, the four of them were rather to your liking -

"Is this seat taken?" A deep yet soft voice suddenly asked, taking you out of your reverie.

You turned towards the noise you had just heard and noticed that a young man, about your age or maybe older, was pointing with his index finger at the chair next to yours. He was one of the guys you just saw some minutes prior, one of the blonde, the one with the beard and the round silver glasses.

“Oh...No. No, it’s not, you can take it,” you answered as naturally as possible, with a smile that had not yet left your lips. The unamed man said before sitting on the chair at your right, he had a cup in his hand, half empty.

“So...What a girl like you is doing here..” he leaned over a little to look at the other vacant seat on your left. “...all by herself?”

"Oh well, I was supposed to come with someone but they dropped me... so I preferred to come alone." you replied honestly, your eyes looking into his.

"He doesn't know what he's missing then." He added with a small smile and a discreet wink.

Although the man was attractive, you weren't used to that anymore; going out to bars, being accosted…Since you were with Reiner, you had developed the habit of always replying negatively to the advances of men. But at the moment everything was racing through your brain, you didn't even know what he was doing tonight and he didn't even bother to ask you where you were going, as if he didn't care anymore.

To have fun. That was the promise you made to yourself, and you decided to keep it.

"Zeke, nice to meet you. "You finally told him after he asked your name and, of course, you asked his in return.

Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was the sense of freedom you hadn't had the pleasure of feeling in months, but for some reason you'd ended up chatting with him for hours. You knew that time was passing, thanks to the waiter's digital watch that lit up every time he lifted his arm to look for a bottle up high, your eyes were directed straight to the sudden glimpse of light in the darkness.

He offered to dance, which you refused, for fear that your heels would give out under your inexperienced movements - or maybe those embarrassing movements were the real reason - and then he offered you something else, something a little daring, maybe even too daring for the short time you'd both been sitting at the bar.

You accepted, without even considering too much, maybe you should have? or maybe the adrenaline and the alcohol in your veins spoke for you. This man had appeared like lightning in the middle of a storm, the moon in the middle of a sky devoid of light. In other words, he was there at the right time.

So there you were, without really knowing how or why, sitting on the edge of one of the sinks in the bar's toilets, your dress somewhat raised so that your skin could come into contact with the cold surface of the piece of furniture, your legs spread -it was almost pathetic- and his hands placed on your half-opened thighs, rough hands, large and painted with several blue veins, contrasting with his rather light skin and which gave in spite of themselves a little colour to his light skin.

"Are you sure no one will come and disturb us here?" You asked, putting your hands on his chest, still dressed, although he had removed his black blazer. Only a white shirt prevented you from coming into direct contact with his skin, the one you wanted so much, now.

"Don't worry...just relax, okay?" He moved closer to you and placed a soft kiss on your neck that made your eyelids close almost instantly.

His lips began to move freely over your face and chest, as if they couldn't decide where to land. His arms were still wrapped around you, moving around your back, catching the fabric of your dress at times, as if to bring you closer to him.

While your eyelids were still closed, your ears were attentive to every little sound in the room, as if they were ready to inform your body of someone's arrival or, as was the case now, to hear the zip of his trousers being quickly undone.

"Are you sure?" You felt his warm breath next to your ears, as if he were telling you a well-kept secret.

"I'm sure." You retorted, ready to submit to one of the cardinal sins. Although, you would have much preferred that he took you home, for comfort, at least.

You felt his long, hot member between your thighs, with a long sigh of your own. He was already hard as a rock, and you wet as the ocean, for a flash of a second you wondered if this was his intention all along and if he had noticed you as soon as you stepped into that bar and then, a little heat growing in your crotch made you forget about this useless questioning.

You tried not to be too blatant, but as his pelvic thrusts got more profound and faster, you couldn't stop a few moans from escaping your lips.

"Fuck...a body like that.." He commented, using two of his fingers to push the fabric of the neckline of your dress and expose one of your breasts to the air.

"Zeke..." You moaned languidly as he continued his back and forth.

"What? You don't agree maybe? Look at you." He questioned, though his question was mostly rhetorical at this point because yes, indeed, you had noticed what a disadvantageous position you were in. "Poor girl... so desperate, I almost feel sorry for you, you know"

Then he stopped for a moment and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down from the sink where your feet did not touch the floor. He turned you, a little violently, and pressed your belly against the surface of the sink, allowing him to have a full view of everything below, which, as you could imagine, he was most interested in.

He kept his burning hands on your hips - you could feel it even through the lmere piece of tissue that separated your skin from his - to help his pelvis move even harder, which released even more little moans from you, trying as hard as you could to muffle them with the palm of your hand, though it was more than futile.

"I'm almost there...Fuck you feel amazing..." he groaned in a hoarse voice, his movements becoming more and more tired but still rough, as if he wanted to get it over with quickly.

With all the alcohol you'd ingested -which you weren't really used to doing anymore- your envy was even bigger than usual but, strangely, your pleasure wasmore distant, as if each movement was taking you further away from the orgasm. But you didn't give up, your lower body was still on fire, as if insatiable, never satiated - although the fingers he placed on your clitoris helped a little with that -

With a final grunt from him and a long moan from you, your mutual pleasure finally came to an end. And suddenly all your senses came back to you; you felt his hips pressed against you, his hands roaming over your half-dressed body, the surface of the washbasin which was no longer really cold thanks to your own warmth, the air conditioning of the toilet which didn't even have a window and finally, the dimmed lights of the room.

He withdrew from you after a few seconds -or maybe a few minutes, you didn't even know anymore-, removed the soiled condom he had put on beforehand and wrapped it in paper before throwing it precautiously in the trash. Returning to you a moment later, he pulled up the black lace lingerie that had been left on one of your calves and pulled your dress back on, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, in stark contrast to his rough actions earlier.

Once out of the toilet, under the innocent gaze of the other customers, he proposed to you, leaning against the wall near the exit, to meet him the next day, at an address he had given you, that of his flat. Should you? You had felt so good a few minutes before, but now that you had regained your senses, everything was confused. Sure he was charismatic, quite funny and cultured but Reiner couldn't leave your consciousness so easily, you had been through so much with him, you couldn't leave him after just one night with another man.

But you accepted. You were not committed to anything, you had only given him your name; you would have the whole day to think quietly, away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and with less alcohol flowing through your veins.

So after a simple kiss on your cheek, he called you a taxi and even opened the door for you, wishing you a good night. The ride was short, you didn't even think about him for a second but only about Morpheus, who seemed to be screaming your name, your comfortable bed was the only thing you craved now.

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Just a tiny bit of sunlight sticking out of the door, one hand on the handle and the other on your purse, a great gulp of air escaping from your lungs and finally, the guilt that took over your mind suddenly, once the door was open.

What the fuck had you done.

The blond boy with the marked facial features was there, lying on the couch, his body covered by one of your blankets and, in his sleeping hand, his phone still open on the messaging application where you could read your name. You turned on your phone, something you hadn't done all evening.

"Where are you? You're not home." Please come back home I have a surprise for you. "Hey?" "Please tell me that you're okay at least. "I love you." "Sorry"

You were confused, it had been a long time since he had stopped sending you such messages, words that seemed to indicate his attachment to you. So you turned on one of the lamps in the living room to get a better look, because the light from the television wasn't bright enough to illuminate the whole room.

A table covered with a red tablecloth with small decorative patterns, a large candle in the centre, which had once been lit by the dripping wax but was now out and cold, two plates and cutlery, one full and one half eaten, and to top it all off, your old friend the Guilt, who was just whispering maliciously in your ears.

"You're back..."

At the sound of the still sleeping little voice, your eyes suddenly widened and your body felt heavy now, as if your legs were going to give out under your weight. But you turned back to him, not looking at all. He looked tired and was dressed in his pyjamas, a simple white tank top with grey shorts.

"Oh hi." You replied simply, a little confused by the situation.

He walked towards you, with a shy smile on his face, like a child trying to get close to a wild animal that might run away at any moment.

"I wanted to... "He looked down at your outfit and his gaze shifted for a moment, as if he'd just realised you'd spent the night away from home and, as he knew you didn't really have any friends here, that you'd spent it out there alone. But he didn't say a word and continued, "I wanted to apologise. I've been a shit to you and I know that. I'm so sorry, I know you deserve better, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

You frowned and opened your mouth, letting fresh air enter between your lips. Reiner probably read the confused and shocked expression on your face, so he continued.

"I had so much on my mind right now, you know, I feel so bad. I would do anything for you..I..I don't know...I should have told you about it my love I'm sorry." You saw a tear escape from his right eye, almost reaching his rosy cheek before he wiped it away with his hand, "Maybe we could try again?" with his fragile fingers, he took you by the hand and looked you straight in the eyes. "Please, I love you so much."

You should have been happy. You should have jumped into his arms, told him that all was forgiven, promised him a bright future, put your lips against his. But you were as if frozen, like a criminal before the police, like a slow prey before its fast predator.

So you stood there, forcing a small smile that on the surface said 'all is well' but in reality depicted your unhappiness even more than the tears. He responded to your smile, wrapping his warm arms around you, as you had so dreamed of, as you would have loved this very morning.

You couldn't even think straight. Had he planned all this for you? That's why he didn't want to go out. And you had gone elsewhere, while all he could think about was you, all he could think about was making things right.

Lying. It was the only solution. You wouldn't see Zeke again tomorrow, you would forget him, this evening would be a distant memory, like a dream so realistic that you would almost forget that it had never happened.

Like the moon on an eclipse day, it had hidden the sun, almost making you forget its beauty and warmth, temporarily providing some comfort in the dark night that the luminous orb had caused when it suddenly left.

It was tears that lulled you that night, under the mocking eye of the moon.

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10 of my favourite fictional women for women's history month

Thank you to @together-is-my-favourite-place for tagging me 🥰🥰

1. Clarke Griffin [The 100]

2. Bonnie Bennett [The Vampire Diaries]

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i miss destiel and the days when i was so sure they would be canon

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2020 Year in Review

Rules: answer some questions about 2020 and tag some people!

Tagged by @together-is-my-favourite-place thank youu so much and again happy new year to you ♥♥ !

Top Five Four Films you watched in 2020:

1. The Croods 2. Inception 3. Tenet 4. Clueless 5. Secret Society of Second-Born Royals

Top Five TV Shows in 2020:

1. Julie and the Phantoms 2. Avatar : The Last Air Blender 3. Merlin 4.How to get away with murder (the final omg 😭) 5. Supernatural (beacuase i choose to ignore the last 2 epsiodes ugh)

+ mention special to the 100 one of my fav show but s7 make it so atrocious 😭

Top Five Songs/Albums of 2020:

1. Before you go by Lewis Calpadi 2. A lot of Miley Cyrus’s songs (like angle like you, never be me, hate me) 3. Julie and the Phantoms album 4. A lot of Taylor Swift’s song (like nobody no crime, exile, cowboy like me) 5. Lonely by Justin Bieber

Top Five Books of i read in 2020:

1. Destiny by Cecelia Ahern 2. Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan 3. Cursed by Thomas Wheeler And that’s it 😭😭

Top Five Ten Fanfictions of 2020:

I especially read a lot of AU on twitter about spn and the 100 but here some fanfiction i’ve read on ao3 or wattpad : 1. French version : De la poésie pour les Poissons by Saturne (spn) English version : Poetry for fish by Saturne (spn) 2. Ensemble pour briller by StellaMuscia (soy luna) 3. Cap ou pas Cap ? Qui gagnera la partie by MickarolLumonFics (soy luna)

And i think that it!

Five good/positive things that happened to you in 2020:

1. I completed my second year of law school :) !! 2. I celebrated my birthday with my friends on july that was fun 3. I helped one of my best friend to organize her birthday on september 4. I met one of my best internet friends and we live ont he same city ! 5. My little cousin was born in january ♥ he’s so cute !

Tagging and wishing Happy New Year 2021 with a lot of hapiness, healt, sucess and prosperity to : @omniavincitamor @saveyoua-seat @reggietheghost @geekyogicheese @edwardalric @darkmisstressofunknown @cursedbycastiel @samwwinchester @kittens-and-skeleton-hats @i-heart-tyrus @ccstiel @bloodysteel @beth-cassidy @madisonreyes @multifandomfinex @robertsbarbie-archive @somewherewebelongg @octaviaskairipas @taylor-morley @you-are-important-nina @captain--steve--rogers @kingjackless @star-light-child @proudtobeadepphead @jory826 @superchocovian @isabellaskyliner @themoonandstarsinhereyes @aureganemerryl And i hope i don’t forget someone omg, thank you all for this year on tumblr ♥ !

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bb8sworld · 4 years

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— litoreus, part i

pairing: god of the sea!obi-wan kenobi x reader

word count: 7k (*sweats nervously*)

a/n: greetings, and welcome to the first part of my new series! i don’t know how better to summarize this story than by saying that kara (@karasong) said “neptune is a dilf” then val (@milleniumvalcon) said a statue of poseidon looked like obi-wan, and it spiraled from there. so many thanks to the discord for the idea of this poseidon!obi au.

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Destiny. Fate. Will. Luck. Fortune. Chance. Predestination.

Words Obi-Wan Kenobi was intimately familiar with in a multitude of different tongues, languages, dialects, and scripts. Words that have altered in connotation throughout history but have remained steadfast in their use. Words that he didn’t believe in but knew nonetheless. As someone who has been around as long as he has, and as someone who knows the inner workings of the universe and was created shortly after it’s conception, he’s aware that the ideas of Fate and Destiny were innately… human. Something clung onto by ordinary people who dwelled on the Earth and needed reassurance for an occurrence in their lives or ideas blamed for any wrongdoing that came their way.

No, Obi-Wan Kenobi didn’t believe in Fate, Destiny, Fortune, or whatever other terms may be used to describe these phenomena. Everything had an order, everything had a purpose, and things didn’t happen “by chance” or “just because.” They happened because they were supposed to, not because some outside force separate from the godly beings decided to intervene. As a godly being himself, he thinks he would know if there were outside forces beyond him and his fellow gods having any say in the universe.

One of the many perks of being a god, he supposed.

Being a god was tricky business, and it was a job that often didn’t pay in kind. From his very creation, Obi-Wan had struggled with this role of his, from who he was, who he was meant to be, and how he was supposed to act.

Despite being named Obi-Wan Kenobi upon “birth,” he has gone by a plethora of different names throughout his immortal life thus far—such as Olokun, Lir, Hapi, Poseidon, Neptune, Enbilulu, and Njord, just to name a few. So many names to describe one being who ruled, guarded, and protected the seas and oceans. Each one attuned to the civilization in which the name originated from, but all converging together to describe the same god. And from it came an outpouring of love and awe. It was flattering, to say the least, that humans at one point cared so much about him that they would craft pieces of artwork dedicated to him. Or how they would construct temples of worship for him so that they might have a place to pray for safe voyages, either for themselves or loved ones. It made him feel good and loved and appreciated and a whole litany of positive affirmations that humans use to describe this gooey feeling nestled within him.

Obi-Wan loved to help humanity and had always been infatuated with them—their cultures, lifestyles, relationships, emotions, everything. And any time he helped, he got to learn a little bit more about what made humans so human. Sometimes when he did intervene in their matters and was praised for it, he couldn’t help but wonder if that was what it felt like to be human. To be loved, appreciated, adored, wanted.

But being a god wasn’t always so pleasant and flattering.

Sometimes, if a storm churned in the ocean and caused a shipwreck, his name would be cursed at in such hatred and despair as grief overtook the humans. It stung and was incredibly painful to hear, but unfortunately, he didn’t always have control over those situations. Whenever this happened, he would wonder if the feelings he felt were the same ones humans did in response to these occurrences—unloved, hated, disgusted, guilty, remorseful.

Obi-Wan really, truly wanted to take suffering away from the very humans who had fascinated him for centuries, but that’s not the way the universe works. Matters of life and death were not his jurisdiction, even if either of these happened in the blue waves below. It fell to the god of the underworld who was the overseer of death, so therefore Obi-Wan’s hands were tied. He only had control over the voyage's journey, not the destination of the passengers, meaning he was often forced to watch as lives were taken at sea and his name was sworn against in wrath.

But like with all things brought to the attention of humanity, people move on. And unfortunately for Obi-Wan, as times changed and new beliefs gained traction, that meant humans moved on from their old ways and religions—from the other gods and from him.

Despite his presence once being well-known and called upon in times of need and worship and gratitude, his importance dwindled in the eyes of the humans until he was all but nonexistent. His very being and all his life’s work were boiled down to a name that was somehow both him yet not him, written offhandedly in a history textbook for children to be aware of for a test but to forget immediately afterward. His life became a story sometimes told in a mythology book or two, often censored and abridged for audiences to “understand better.” He became a name people were familiar with but knew little about.

And so humanity had moved on from him, but he hadn’t moved on from humanity.

He was still endlessly intrigued by everything they were about and everything they had to offer, but because of his godly status, he never dared to go down and explore for himself, despite other gods having done so for one reason or another. And every day he was a little more tempted to go down and see what was new and exciting. Every time he saw another god leave to head down, he got a little bit closer to asking if he could join.

That being said, he did stay connected where he could. Throughout all of human history, art had been made in his name, and sometimes he would clear his mind and connect to those works as he did back in the ancient days and listen in on what was being said. Sometimes he caught snippets of stories from those who stood nearby. Sometimes he heard tales of his own life being taught to a younger generation in museums. But it had been a long time since he heard anyone talk to him. And despite his lack of belief in Fate or Destiny or whatever you wanted to call it, he couldn’t help but wish for the times to change and for one person to talk to him instead of about him. He wished that someone would answer his pathetic call and just talk to him.

So imagine his surprise when one day someone picked up.

At first, he thought it to be an accident. No way had someone genuinely believed he was real and manifested the powers to protect them when they traveled at sea, nor had someone directly contacted him in years for any reason. With all the new methods of transportation and exploration in the seas and oceans, most people went on those devices willingly without saying a quick prayer to him for the waters to be safe. Which was fine, really. He knew his place. Doesn’t mean he didn’t feel a little pang of hurt every time he saw a cruise ship head out or people go boating or children learn how to canoe.

But no… this call was different. It wasn’t a history lesson, or someone singing to themselves near a statue of him, or just some background clutter. No, this one felt different. And so, Obi-Wan sat on the floor of his room, closed his eyes, and began to slip into a meditative state in order to hear the call better.

“—maybe… we hang the light a foot more to the right? And tilt it just a tiny bit backward… there. Perfect! Look at you, Poseidon—or do you prefer Neptune—whatever, it doesn’t matter. But look at you, all cleaned up, restored, illuminated, and ready to go on display when the exhibit opens tomorrow. Let’s hope the visitors appreciate you in your polished state. Are you ready?”

Ah, so a new exhibit was going up featuring, presumably, a statue of him made by one of the ancient Greeks or Romans he oversaw so many centuries ago. He was about to tune out the voice and slip out of his meditative state when the voice picked up again.

“—god I must sound crazy. Just look at me, talking to a statue of a god who doesn’t even exist.” A beat. “I wish you did though, you seem like you’d be better company than some of the other people around here. Wishful thinking, eh, Neptune? Or… Poseidon… ugh, this is what happens when it’s an ancient Greek and Roman exhibit, there are too many double names—”

And off the voice went on a tangent about finishing up illuminating each of the iconic pieces of artwork and organizing pamphlets about the new exhibit in the information stands. From the sounds of it, the person behind the voice presumably worked at some museum where a new exhibit of him and the other gods in his life was being put together.

Maybe… maybe he could go down and visit it sometime. At least to see the art he hadn’t seen in many years. And if he happened to stumble across the worker with the voice he just tuned into, then he’d consider that a happy accident despite that very claim going against his beliefs about Fate. But how could he head down from his home in the clouds without raising suspicion among the other gods? He was notorious for keeping his distance once humanity forgot him, instead preferring to observe from afar and rejecting any offers to head down to the land.

The answer came in the form of Anakin Skywalker—also known as Camulus, Svetovid, Teutates, Ares, Mars, Odin, and Montu, to name a few—the god of war and the manifestation of the spirit of battle. He was a frequent visitor of the land and was undoubtedly Obi-Wan’s best friend. Not to mention, he regularly asked Obi-Wan to join him in hopes of getting him “out of his hermit lifestyle and back to the land of the living,” to quote Anakin, but Obi-Wan had either made excuses or flat out rejected his offer. But maybe it was high time he said yes.

With his plan in mind, now all he had to do was wait for Anakin to approach him and ask. And sure enough, just a few earth days later, Anakin showed up outside of Obi-Wan’s room with a cheeky smile on his face and a “ready to be done with being a recluse?” comment as expected. And though Anakin wouldn’t ever admit it to Obi-Wan’s face, Obi-Wan could see the true concern reflecting in his eyes alongside the expectation of getting rejected. Typically, there would be a pain in his eyes following each rejection, likely stemming from the wedge that sat between them because, for all that they were best friends—brothers even—they didn’t always see eye-to-eye on godly matters. From this came the worry that always sat at the corner of every conversation because Obi-Wan (admittedly so) had been self-isolating from humanity and became a stickler for following the rules of the gods. Contrast that to Anakin who was laxer in his ways and open to embracing his feelings and attachments.

But that concern and pain would end today. Obi-Wan was tired of feeling sorry for himself and hiding away up here and being lonely despite never actually being alone.

He was ready for adventure again.

And so, it was with a resounding sigh and faked exasperation that he said, “Oh, alright.”

If he took a little pleasure in being able to cause such a shocked facial expression on Anakin’s face, then that was for him to know. Though, it was a moment later when Anakin’s face split into a wide grin that he felt any lingering doubts about going down to earth dissipate. Yes, this was the right choice. If not for himself, then for his relationship with Anakin.

The act of getting down to earth was a rather easy task consisting of exiting through a golden archway that teleported them to a location of their choosing. Obi-Wan hopped on Anakin’s coordinates and the two reappeared in a forest Obi-Wan was unfamiliar with, the lights and sounds of a nearby town being their guide on the trek.

Before stepping into the hustle and bustle of the town, Anakin and Obi-Wan had “normalized” themselves from their usual glowing, almost angelic appearance into something more humane and easily looked over, particularly nondescript and unassuming, using the powers they possessed. The less attention they brought to themselves, the better. It was safer not to risk the chance of revealing themselves. Back in historic and ancient times, it was more common for them to fall into crowds of people undercover and interact, getting to know and understand the circumstances humanity faced up close and personal instead of from a distance. But that had all changed once Obi-Wan, Anakin, and the fellow gods above all became characters in a history book.

Nonetheless, Obi-Wan treasured this one act of using his powers for fun instead of remaining dormant and simply controlling the seas in the same patterns and cycles. He looked over at Anakin, wanting to see if he was ready to head into the streets, when he was surprised to see Anakin’s eyes already looking his way, a smug smile tugging at his lips.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighed, exasperation smothering the very word, “What is it?”

“Finally decided on getting a haircut?” Anakin replied, laughter playing on the edge of the question. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the question. Yes, usually when he came down to earth he sported a longer hairstyle—a godly mullet, as Anakin oh so lovingly called it, business in the front and the only fun you know how to have in the back—but times had changed, and Obi-Wan had figured it was time for him to as well, at least a little bit. So he did. It was less of a haircut and more of the decision to manifest with shorter hair, unlike a certain someone standing next to him who had apparently decided the opposite.

“Strong words coming from someone who’s sporting a mullet themselves,” he quipped back, turning his attention forward and beginning the trek to the town. Affronted was the only word to describe how Anakin reacted, cemented in his shock, before he shook out of his state and rushed to catch up with his friend, secretly happy to see Obi-Wan engaging in their familiar back-and-forth.

“It is not a mullet, Obi-Wan,” Anakin refuted. “It’s stylish and helps me blend in.”

Obi-Wan gives a quiet hmm in acknowledgment before replying, “Whatever you say, Anakin.”

And so the trek continued until they found themselves in a bustling town with car horns honking, people shoving themselves through crowds, and bright lights illuminating around them. It was both entirely overwhelming yet hauntingly intriguing. For as much as he wanted to look away from the circus before him, Obi-Wan couldn’t stop admiring and absorbing all the information thrown at him. Of course he was aware of how the earth and humanity had progressed from his perch in the clouds, but while it’s one thing to hear and know of something, it’s another thing to witness and experience that which you had heard so much about.

Through his daze, he’s just barely able to keep up with Anakin as they take to the sidewalks, Anakin walking in an apparent familiar cadence as if he already knows where he’s heading and knows the trek well. Perhaps there’s a destination Anakin frequents on his jaunts down to earth? Maybe Obi-Wan should’ve asked what Anakin had in mind before he agreed to this excursion, but it’s too little too late for that now. But still, asking the destination of their slightly fast walking couldn’t hurt, right?

“You know, Anakin,” he starts, “You never told me where you were intending for us to go today.”

“Oh,” Anakin flounders for a moment, as if not expecting the question. Curious. “I, uh, well I figured we’d go to the local art museum.”

“Really?” Obi-Wan is unconvinced, but plays along anyway, only the slightest bit of suspicion seeping into his tone.

“Well… I know you love learning and appreciating the more—how do you phrase it?—refined and civilized things in life,” Anakin jokes, “So I figured we could go to an art museum together.”

Well wasn’t that just the shock of the century. Art museums were far from Anakin’s usual environment. Why? Anakin was loud, brash, and impulsive, constantly itching to go out and meet action head-on, act now think later, a complete contrast to the usually quiet, serene, and contemplative nature that art museums held dear. And for all that Obi-Wan loved Anakin, there were certain environments he would never dare to be with him, art museums being one of them. But, considering Obi-Wan had agreed to join and Anakin actually seemed somewhat eager to go, he figured he could indulge Anakin just this once.

Besides, Obi-Wan figured there must’ve been some ulterior motive at play here, and if he played his cards right, he could figure it out.

“An art museum?” he asks casually, hoping maybe he’ll get a hint of this mysterious motive.

But Anakin immediately picks up on the slight curiosity in his words. “Yeah, why? You don’t want to go?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind going, I just didn’t know you’d be interested in that.”

“Well, people change, Obi-Wan. Maybe I’ve taken a page from your book and learned how to be stuffy and grandfatherly.”

Rude, Obi-Wan muses, but an unlikely story. He leaves it at that and instead asks Anakin what else he had on the itinerary for the day as they walk toward the museum. Apparently, the art museum is the highlight of the day, though Anakin does promise that if Obi-Wan would be open to indulging in human food—something that honestly means nothing to them because they can’t be satisfied on non-godly food—there’s a cafe not too far from the museum that they can hang out and people watch at. All-in-all, not a bad day. Could’ve been way worse given how differently he and Anakin define “a fun day out.”

Eventually, they do make it to the art museum in one piece, and Obi-Wan immediately takes note of how quaint it looks against the glamour of the surrounding town. Less bright colors and flashes of light on the exterior but still a commanding presence with its masonry that almost demands you to look at it and compels you to go inside.

They stand in the queue to get tickets and go inside, but once they do, Anakin starts walking off before Obi-Wan can even grab a map of the museum. He manages to snag one and just barely finds Anakin in the crowd of the entry foyer, leaving Obi-Wan to trail behind a couple of feet once he catches up as Anakin guides him to the Medieval and Renaissance art exhibit. They’re only a few feet inside the exhibit when someone calls out “Ani!” and the two whip their heads around in-sync to the sound of the voice, a chorus of shushing surrounding them.

It’s a short woman who approaches the pair, a charming smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. She immediately goes to embrace Anakin and Obi-Wan thinks: ah, ulterior motive discovered. He looks at her professional attire, the low but elegant bun her brown hair is in, and the name tag he just barely caught a glimpse of and easily deduces that she must be a staff member here. Maybe once the two finally release each other Obi-Wan can say his greetings and find out more.

Luckily, she seems to be the sensible one between the two and releases Anakin after making eye contact with Obi-Wan, as if just now realizing that Anakin came with company. She tries to be blasé about the overly friendly interaction with Anakin by plowing forward in her introduction, holding her hand out for a handshake. Very interesting, indeed.

“I’m Padmé Amidala, one of the curators for this exhibit in the museum. You must be one of Anakin’s friends,” she greets. Obi-Wan takes her hand and gives it a slight shake. Her grip is firm but not tight, giving just enough of her away for him to understand that she is a person to be respected and in awe of but not feared. It’s easy to begin understanding how her dynamic with Anakin works.

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Oh, so you’re the famous Obi-Wan. Anakin has told me so much about you.” Obi-Wan gives a side-eyed glance to Anakin, noting the innocent expression he wears and wondering just how much he’s revealed to Padmé.

“Interesting, he hasn’t mentioned you at all,” Obi-Wan responds, giving them both a teasing smile in some semblance of reassurance that he isn’t offended by this fact.

However, Obi-Wan can feel the lingering hesitation and slight nerves radiating off of Anakin, which is an unsurprising development. Gods aren’t meant to have deep bonds with humans. Loose friendships are typically accepted with only slight frowns, but once it strays into a tight-knit bond and attachments form, especially romantic ones, they’re frowned upon greatly. And between the two of them, Anakin is less of a stickler for the rules, instead preferring to live by his own interpretations and caveats to the rules—which means Obi-Wan knows that Anakin fears this friendship of his with Padmé will be scrutinized and berated.

Which… okay, is a valid concern considering Obi-Wan’s devotion to the rules, but Obi-Wan hates to be a snitch on his best friend. And as long as he doesn’t witness any actions that would confirm a more serious relationship, particularly romantic, Obi-Wan is willing to turn his eye to the obvious heart eyes and lingering touches the two share. Can’t tattle if there’s room for doubt and question.

He just hopes Anakin knows this himself. And he especially hopes that Anakin hasn’t told Padmé that he’s a god.

He decides to shake off these thoughts and turn the conversation to safer territory to try and ease Anakin some. “So, Padmé, I take it you work here. What is it that you do?”

Immense relief hits him like a tidal wave from Anakin with happiness trailing behind like seafoam as the wave recedes. Not wanting to make any open comments about Anakin’s feelings and potentially clue Padmé into their more than human nature, he settles for a quick moment of eye contact before focusing back on Padmé.

“I’m one of the museum curators here,” she confirms, “I mainly specialize with art in the Medieval and Renaissance exhibit as well as our Impressionist pieces.” She pauses to size him up, silently scrutinizing him and his reactions. Whatever it is she finds must satisfy her, because she continues as if nothing happened, “Have you been here before, Obi-Wan? We recently got some new pieces on loan from some collectors and other museums that are worth checking out.”

“This is my first time, actually,” Obi-Wan starts before Anakin jumps in, quick on his verbal heels, “Right! And I was going to show him around. Make sure he visits the highlights at least.”

Instantly Padmé’s face drops ever so slightly at the idea of this conversation ending and her parting from Anakin, but she composes herself well. But Obi-Wan would be blind not to notice Anakin’s disappointment too, so he decides to take matters into his own hands and says, “Though I’m more than capable of wandering on my own if you’d rather stay and chat with Padmé, Anakin.”

“Are you sure, Obi-Wan? I was the one who invited you out after all—”

“Nonsense, I’ll be more than fine on my own. Maybe then I’ll actually get to appreciate the art and read the descriptions like the grandfather you think I am,” he jokes. “I’ll meet you back by the entrance in a couple hours. Pleasure meeting you, Padmé, I hope we meet again soon.”

And just like that, Obi-Wan is off and he no longer has to be surrounded by the obvious desire for something more between the two that was only stifled from being acted on by his presence. When he’s a good distance away, he decides to stop for a moment and actually look at the map in his hand, and he’s pleasantly surprised by just how many exhibits, art movements, and cultural regions are housed in this art museum. With the knowledge that he may not be able to knock out every exhibit in one visit, he decides to make his rounds to the ones that intrigue him the most.

He starts in the African Art section, admiring the ceramics and textiles created in various regions of Africa, before moving onto the Chinese bronzes, ceramics, and jades exhibition and it’s next-door Japanese screens and paintings exhibit. He’s thinking of swinging to modern and contemporary works when he looks at the map in his hands and eyes the Ancient Greek and Roman Art exhibit, reluctance setting in. Obi-Wan always feels a bit of hesitancy whenever admiring ancient creations because he remembers who the artists were and that fact makes him feel old and worn down in ways he never expected gods to feel like. Besides, wouldn’t it be narcissistic of himself to go and admire the times of old and perhaps even stumble upon a work of him?

Caution thrown to the wind, Obi-Wan decides to make his way to the Ancient Greek and Roman Art exhibit. With his head held high, he spots the tall glass doors to the exhibit and opens them slowly before stepping inside and almost immediately being hit by a whirlpool of nostalgia. Just seeing the vases, plates, coins, cups, relics, and statues on display make him nearly stumble on his feet. The faces staring back at him on the head busts by the entrance are so eerily similar to those of his friends that he feels his breathing stutter for a moment. It’s true that back in those times the gods were more… open to visiting earth. Back then they were more willing and able to interact with humanity and be treated kindly in return. Though, the stories of their escapades and interactions always seemed to be skewed and embellished among all civilizations.

But one thing that transpires over almost every civilization who ever believed in the gods and goddess that Obi-Wan is connected to is that they managed to nail one key feature of the gods in their stories: their extremities. Because at the end of the day, that’s what the gods all were—the best and worst of humanity, but maximized.

Obi-Wan prefers not to think about that fact and how, subsequently, he feels more than humans do and also has an awareness for the feelings of the other gods.

No, best not to dwell on that.

He decides that perhaps it’s best to move beyond the entryway and stop clogging up the doorway with his presence, so he begins to move through the exhibit, stopping every now and then to admire a certain work of art. By the time he’s gone through about half the exhibit, the sting of seeing those he knows etched onto bronze or marble is hurting less; he’s thinking he can finally start to appreciate the art more when he hears a voice.

But it’s not just any voice, it’s a voice he recognizes. And it’s not Anakin, nor is it Padmé. It’s a voice he’s heard before but he doesn’t know the person it belongs to. It’s familiar enough that he clings to it, scrambling through past and recent memories until finally it clicks:

The voice he’s hearing is the voice that recently talked to him via one of the statues commemorated in his honor.

And just like that, he turns his head around and begins to look around for the source. It’s like he’s a ship lost at sea and this voice is his guiding light home, if only he could find it. It takes a couple more seconds before finally his gaze settles on you, and it’s as if sunlight just burst into the room. He notices your eyes first and the way they shimmer with happiness as you wander through the exhibit, admiring the artworks yourself. But then he catches your smile as you turn to talk to one of the nearby patrons and the very sight of it makes him feel as if the world has just opened wide, opportunities he’s never considered laying out on many paths before him.

He takes a moment to shake himself out of his daze to properly take in your appearance. Judging on your outfit and the name tag that he just barely can’t make out and read, you are obviously a worker here, perhaps a curator like Padmé. You’re wandering the exhibit with an air of pride surrounding you, as if you’re happy that so many people are taking the time to come and appreciate the art before them. Everything about you is intriguing and he wants to introduce himself to you before this high feeling surrounding him comes crashing down and he goes back up to the clouds to spend out his immortal days alone and separated again from humanity.

Just as he’s about to take a few steps in your direction, he feels a harsh force of another body hit him in the side, nearly sending him toppling over onto a head bust next to him. He’s bracing for impact, praying that this piece of art somehow is a counterfeit and doesn’t cost more than he can even fathom (seriously, exactly how bad is inflation right now?) when he feels hands on his shoulders that push him back onto his feet. His hands immediately latch onto the ones grabbing him as he steadies himself. One he’s back on solid ground, he looks up to go thank whoever caught him when his heart leaps to his throat and he momentarily stops breathing because who else would be his savior than his guiding light?

He barely has time to even admire your speed and strength before you’re talking to him.

“Are you okay?” you ask and oh how he wants to hear more and more and more of your angelic voice. It’s as if you’re a siren, tempting him closer and closer to you until finally he is caught in your eyes and dancing among the many stars that twinkle in them. But suddenly he flushes with the realization that he’s been staring way too long and oh dear this is quite a messy first impression he really needs to redeem himself with something coherent and get this boat sailing back on course—

“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah. Fine. I’m fine. Never better, truly.” Shipwreck. What an utter shipwreck this is for him. Maker, he’s making a fool of himself. Amid his internal despair, he hears you giggle at his fumbling and his heart starts beating faster.

“Poseidon right?”

And suddenly his heart stops, his mouth drops every so slightly, and his face whitens. How have you possibly figured him out so quickly?

“What?” Is about all he can muster in response.

“Or Neptune, I guess, depending on which you prefer.” He’s silent. Awestruck. But you must pick up on the confusion and awe on his face because you elaborate, “You know… the sculpture right over there? The big marble one with a man holding a trident? The one you were staring at before you nearly crashed into this poor head bust of Zeus and broke this priceless piece of historic artwork? Really, what did the poor guy ever do to you? Surely he doesn’t deserve his head getting cracked open a second time.”

Oh thank the Maker, you were just referring to the art in the room. Which perhaps he should’ve accounted for instead of internally freaking out because he did willingly enter the Ancient Greek and Roman Art exhibit of the museum.

But you take his silent relief as continued confusion because you are suddenly rambling, “You know, because Zeus already had his head cracked open once by Hephaestus after Zeus swallowed a pregnant Metis and gave birth to Athena through his forehead?” You laugh awkwardly before plowing on, “Maybe I should stop talking now, sorry, sometimes I just go off about all these old myths, I just think they’re fascinating and—sorry, I’m doing it again aren’t I?”

He laughs in response to your weak joke and hearty explanation, and he starts to feel a little less wound up and nervous when he notices that you’re feeling the same way.

“No, no, it’s alright! It was very clever. Funny too,” he comments. The two of you share a smile and simply stare into each others’ eyes for a couple moments. But then he begins to worry that he’s making you uncomfortable by maintaining eye contact for longer than normal—except what is “normal”? How much has human etiquette changed since he’d last been on earth? Is this conversation already doomed? He decides to take the gamble anyway and clears his throat as his eyes flicker around the exhibit, trying to think of what else to say to you, before he lands on your name tag (what a pretty name you have) and he says the first thought that comes to mind.

“So, you work here then?” Not the best conversation starter, but it’s something, he supposes. Maker, what is wrong with him? He’s never been so nervous in his entire immortal life, but one conversation with you and suddenly he’s falling victim to all the nerves and anxieties of humans, but dialed up beyond a 10. Gods really are the maximization of humanity’s best and worst. What an awful time to be living this fact. Thankfully, you respond and break him out of his spiraling worries.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been working here for the past couple of years as one of the curators. I actually worked on this exhibit. I helped organize and select all the pieces in the exhibit, arrange restorations and displays, and record all the art you see here. I’ll admit it’s rather hard selecting which art pieces would fit best with the message we’re trying to convey, not to mention the availability of many pieces of art also plays a difficult role, but I like to think it paid off in the end. There’s something special about all the pieces of art here,” you suddenly pause in your speech before walking over to the very Poseidon statue you thought Obi-Wan had been looking at earlier, and he follows, quick on your heels.

You continue, “Like, this statue of Poseidon, for example. It traveled through an ocean of time, across several continents, through several restorations, all to be right here, right now, in this very moment for you and I to admire.” You let out a sigh that Obi-Wan can only describe as wistful. “I can only wonder how it looked when the artist was creating it and when it was first unveiled.”

He wishes how he could tell you about when he first laid eyes on this statue of himself he had nearly burst into tears, sending a light rain over the agora from the intensity of his emotions. But he suppresses the urge. He wasn’t supposed to reveal himself to humanity, and even if he did let something slip, what are the odds that you’d ever believe him? The two of you are not close, and you never will be. His livelihood as a god forbids it.

Still…

There’s something about the sparkle in your eye as you wistfully look at the art, as if looking at it for the first time despite having seen it countless times before, and your passion for the ancient classics that he finds compelling. Initial literal-sweeping-off-his-feet encounter aside, there’s something about you that draws him to you.

You’re entirely intriguing to him, and he can’t quite pinpoint why. Not entirely, at least. It doesn’t hurt that he finds your ramblings of history and art to be adorable. Not that he’s admitting to anything more than simple infatuation at first sight. He wishes he had the chance to get to know you better beyond the confines of this Ancient Greek and Roman exhibit. But the two of you lead entirely different lives and he has to let this go.

But, he can allow himself this one instance of normal human interaction.

“I’m sure it must have been a sight to behold given how important the gods were to the Ancient Greeks and Romans,” he comments.

“Exactly!” Despite being a curator here and knowing the rules of the exhibits like the back of your hand, you are shushed by a nearby patron at your happy exclamation. Obi-Wan laughs softly at the embarrassed look on your face.

“Guess that’s my cue to switch topics,” you joke. Obi-Wan smiles kindly at you before you continue, “Basics then. I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it,” he winks at your unimpressed look. Luckily for him though, it cracks and transforms into a brilliant smile as the two of you share a laugh. No harm done.

“Okay, smartass, I’ll rephrase: what’s your name?” you ask. “Not all of us are lucky enough to talk with people who wear name tags.”

“Alright then, since you asked so nicely, I’m Obi-Wan. And it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He holds out a hand for you, which you easily take and give a shake. A slight zing runs through his body at the slight contact, his hand still buzzing even after you two let go.

“Pleasure to meet you as well. Is this your first time here?” you inquire.

“Ah, yes, my friend decided to take me,” Obi-Wan starts, but he can’t help but grumble out, “I think he’s a frequent visitor.”

You let out a giggle at his grumpy tone. “You make it seem as if that’s a bad thing. Surely it’s not that god-awful here?”

“The company sure makes it better,” slips out before he can catch the words, but he’s not blind to the pleased look on your face. Huh. Interesting. “I never thought he was interested in art museums but—”

“Obi-Wan!” Cuts through the air, loud and brash and diluted with the slightest hint of concern, immediately followed by shushing by other patrons. Obi-Wan sighs as he recognizes the voice of Anakin.

“—it would appear that he still hasn’t picked up on museum etiquette despite all those visits.”

You rub his arm gently, a look of playful sympathy on your face as you tell him, “How awful it must be to have a friend that cares about your whereabouts.”

But he’s suddenly finding it very hard to even pretend to be annoyed when you’re touching him with such care. All too soon, your hand is off his arm as Anakin makes himself known, sidling up right to Obi-Wan and immediately grasping his elbow.

“Where on earth were you? We were supposed to meet half an hour ago. I waited for you! And here I was thinking you were the responsible one—” Anakin is cut off by you attempting to diffuse the situation.

“I believe that’s my fault. I kept him here talking to me and I held him up,” you turn back to Obi-Wan, a bright smile on your lips and the stars twinkling once more in your eyes. Maker, if he didn’t know any better he really would think he was looking at the sun, his beacon of light. “It was lovely talking to you, Obi-Wan. Maybe you could come again soon and we can continue this conversation?”

“Of course.” It’s his automatic response, no thoughts, questions, or worries in mind. You just look so hopeful and he’s once again a ship in the night, setting out to sail the high seas but hoping to return to again safely, guided by your light. He can only hope Anakin doesn’t pick up on his infatuation with you.

“Great! I’ll let you two go then. Nice meeting you!” And just like the wind, you’re gone, moving on to other patrons and other works of art, sharing your knowledge and stories and passion with other lucky souls. Maybe he will come back.

“They seemed nice,” Anakin remarks with absolutely no subtly.

“I’m not sure what you think happened between us, but whatever it is, you’re wrong,” and with that Obi-Wan turns and begins walking out of the exhibit before Anakin can refute or comment on Obi-Wan’s building anxiety, giving him no choice but to follow.

The walk out of the museum, their time sitting and people watching at a nearby cafe, and the walk back to the forested area follow a similar pattern: Anakin trying to do some digging with heavy insinuations, Obi-Wan denying vehemently any theories and offering scant details, and neither one willing to back down from their stance. It’s an old familiar rhythm, and despite it being grating at times, it’s nice to feel a sense of normalcy with Anakin once more.

Eventually, they make it back up to their hidden sanctuary in the sky and part ways for the day. Once back in his dwelling, Obi-Wan sits down on a cushioned chair and mulls over his day. While going to the museum was fun and enlightening, his mind wanders back to a certain museum curator. The dark horse of the day. The unexpected detail. His beacon of light.

There’s something more to you, something he wants so desperately to know. He practically itches to go back to the museum and keep talking with you. You’re intelligent, beautiful, and humorous. You’re the sun, moon, and stars. He knows he can’t pursue a romantic relationship with you, and he knows friendships with humans are frowned upon if they get too close, but he reasons to himself that one more visit down to earth to speak with you wouldn’t hurt anyone. With this in mind, he closes his eyes and begins to reach out to see if he can hear you once again, but as he’s doing so, a realization dawns on him.

Meeting you is the closest he’s come to believing in Fate, and despite this going against his beliefs, he’s ready to set sail on this unknown voyage and see where your next meeting takes him.

#so that was a doozy... good grief but i hope it's worth it #i usually don't do taglists but lemme know if you want to be tagged in future parts #because i don't have a schedule soooo #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars one shots #obi wan kenobi #my writing #userkarina #yes a lot of the godly traits were inspired by disney's hercules bc i am basic

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Kazakhstan: The Greatest Country in the World

I'll readily admit that my knowledge of American history (particularly when it comes to the oppression of BiPOC) is a little sketchy in places. So I conflated Juneteenth (the fact that certain places didn't emancipate slaves for 2.5 years after they should have) with the Tulsa massacre. However, I hope it counts for something (however small) that I at least knew it was something horrific to do with racist and oppressive BS, that noone in their right mind would be so callous or insensitive to wish anyone hapiness/celebration while remembering that. I wonder how many white Americans can honestly say the same. It seems that I am at least one step ahead of them. Most just take what they learned in K-12 and accept it as the whole truth. K-12, though? That strikes me as a class for advanced students. It seems to me that the average American isn't much more intelligent/educated than the average K-9. (It's one of the reasons why I'm proud to not be an American.)

Too Little, Too Late

Honestly, more white Americans know the history today than did a month ago, and more knew last summer than did the year before, which is definitely … something in the right direction?

Yeah, it's fucking sad, and infuriating, though. Your schools don't teach you this shit, or about Tulsa, or about Rosewood, or Rosa Parks, or about the legacy of lynching, or anything much beyond "slavery was really bad and then we fought a war to get rid of it and then it was mostly better and then Martin Luther King Jr. gave a speech and made it all the way better". (Sometimes it's even worse. I know someone who had a friend who grew up in the South and though he admittedly didn't pay a ton of attention in history — with no serious repercussions because he's white — it was at least into his twenties before he realized that the Confederacy lost. He thought that they must have been fighting to end slavery instead of keep it! I mean, how problematic and appalling is that?!)

You don't teach kids about indigenous genocide, either. They don't learn about how their government has (sometimes quite literally) stabbed them (and the first nation's people) in the back over and over again. Growing up, I didn't learn about how Lincoln ordered the largest mass hanging in US history, executing 38 people who had fought because they were starving as a result of their lands being stolen (not just their original lands but part of what they had been forced onto, too) — and that a bunch of the names we saw everywhere like Ramsey and Sibley were dudes who were heavily involved in that "conflict", but I was taught the gist of the attrocities committed by men like Custer when the West was lost.

Your shit's fucked up from top to bottom and side to side.

Your whole education system is garbage, not just your History. Your countrymen (collectively) can't spell, have poor reading comprehension, struggle to identify their own country on a map (never mind anyone else's), are still stuck in the 1960 as far as race relations go, have no grasp of basic Physics or Biology, lobby against teaching evolution in schools (as opposed to Creationism), ad infinitum, ad tedium … Yet I, an individual from a Third World country, have a better education (Cambridge syllabus) than the average individual from what is allegedly The Greatest Country in The World™ Hmm … Something doesn't add up here (but then again, my country's Maths literacy is a known weakness). #JustSaying

Honestly, if my country of origin was one that once housed the thousands of minds that successfully worked out and executed the challenge of going from near-Earth orbit to manually landing a craft on the moon and getting it back to Earth without incident in less than a decade (using technology less powerful/accurate than the average pocket calculator, nog al); a feat so statistically improbable as to be practically impossible … to this sordid state of affairs, I would either retreat to the backwoods and whittle while seriously contemplating my ancestors' poor life choices or I would dilligently apply myself to getting a proper education through online courses. I certainly wouldn't run my mouth about how great my nation is when it's clearly appallingly and embarrassingly backward. Only an idiotic, ignorant, arrogant motherfucker does that. This is far beyond something rotten in the state of Denmark. So yeah, I'm very much anti-American and I'm definitely not ashamed of it.

Now, I realise, of course, that generalisations are generally wrong and not every American is an illiterate and poorly-educated backwoods hillbilly, but fuck me, the smart ones are needles in the haystack (and it's a very big haystack).

Perhaps if your government spent as much on mitigating its education, housing, medical aid (health insurance), unemployment and potable water shortage crises as it does on exploring the Universe and persecuting/murdering BIPOC (particularly non-Christian ones) around the world while claiming to be "liberating" them of anything other than natural resources (particularly gold, diamonds, oil and tungsten) and their lives while foisting cheap crap on them, I might not be such a harsh critic. But don't mind me; I'm just an anti-consumerism anarchist with no idea of how the world really works.

Having worked for some morally bankrupt organisations myself, I'm certainly in no position to criticise, but I do think it's at least a little hypocrytical for someone who worked for Baby Killers International to wish BIPOC a restive and peaceful Juneteenth.

The idea that it's made a holiday is all well and good, but the government still allows cops to murder minorities. It's a consolation prize and a hollow one at that. Not teaching why it's even a holiday in the first place is all sorts of problematic, but only in America. The government has been scared to death of its people (all of them) since the 60s (which is a good thing). Now, they're seeing a lot more whites side with BIPOC than did back then. The only thing keeping them safe is their brainwashed right-wing. This is beyond disturbing.

The Greatest Country in the World

"We're The Greatest Country in the World™", you cry? Maybe sixty years ago you could broadly claim it was heading there and maintain a straight face (if you ignore a lot of problematic shit like abusing Oppenheimer's genius in order to commit war crimes). It certainly isn't any more. Why; what the fuck happened to a nation that used to be an inspiration? Well, you didn't just rest on your laurels; you destroyed them. Meanwhile, the rest of the world struggled and persevered to become what you once were. Unfortunately, we bought into the nightmare of consumerism and greed you packaged and sold to us as The American Dream™.

So, in short: Fuck you very much! Enjoy your fucked-up holiday. Coke (which used to containe cocaine), nutrient-devoid cardboard "food" and heart-attack-inducing "energy" drinks white America!

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The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus: A History

Basically, this is a more coherent version of the Fódlan’s history document I’ve been spastically adding to for a while now as a reference for myself. I don’t know if anyone’s even interested in this sort of thing aside from me, but I had fun with it regardless. Potential spoilers if you haven’t completed the game, I suppose.

Strap in, this one’s a doozy.

What was to become the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus was originally the northern part of the Adrestian Empire, a monolithic country covering all of Fódlan after the War of Heroes.

In the Imperial Year 747, the nobles of the northern Empire acted upon their desire to gain independence. This movement was led by Loog, a descendant of Blaiddyd from the Ten Elites, his mysterious tactician Pan, and Kyphon of the Fraldarius line and Loog’s close friend.

However, it doesn’t seem as if things were as simple as that. I’m going to use an excerpt from Burnt Remnants of a Report, a book found in the Abyss library. It’s unclear who the author is, but this document was very interesting while compiling Faerghus’s history together.

Item 18, Part 5

… The Faerghus rebellion … I harbor doubts about the army Loog has raised. How did he recruit soldiers without raising suspicions in the Empire? How did he acquire those mysterious weapons, so like Heroes' Relics? What is the true identity of Pan, the tactician rumored to have been integral to Loog's victories? And Those Who Slither in Dark…

The first point of interest was that one of Edelgard’s reasons for beginning the war was that the Church had artificially segmented Fodlan for their own benefit, but this implies that it was actually Those Who Slither in the Dark. At this point in history, it makes sense that Slither’s would have a desire for a segmented Fódlan, as the Adrestian Empire was crafted at Seiros’s will. Moreover, this would be ideal in regards to causing malcontent and constructing war, doing what they lacked the strength to achieve on their own.

This document also seems to imply that Pan was a member of Those Who Slither in the Dark - an Agarthan - which could make sense considering how little was recorded about him. Although that makes it especially funny that Ferdinand compares Byleth to Pan.

The “mysterious weapons, so like the Heroes’ Relics” could be stolen Sacred Weapons, lost Crest Stone Weapons, or the copy weapons Slither’s was shown to be capable of making. The Sword of Moralta is a Sacred Weapon of Fraldarius, and there’s another document in the Abyss library that might relate to this connection and possibly that Slithers could have ownership of it... But I digress.

In 747, the War of the Eagle and Lion, the battle for the Kingdom’s independence from the Empire, began. It lasted four years until Faerghus’s victory in 751 on the Tailtean Plains. At this point, the Church of Seiros stepped in and helped to mediate peace between the two countries. House Charon was integral to these proceedings, seeing that the Kingdom’s independence was recognized by all parties and secured by the Empire and Church.

On the founding day - the twenty-first of the Red Wolf Moon in Imperial Year 751 - the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus became an official country, and Loog, King of Lions, ascended to the throne as king. Despite the potential involvement of Slithers in the rebellion, Faerghus’ identity was forged out of gratitude and respect towards the church for mediating their founding which created a culture with an emphasis on piety and support of the Church.

Soon after Faerghus’s independence was assured, the Empire constructed Arianrhod, the Fortress City occasionally referred to as the Silver Maiden. The city was built in Rowe territory on the border between the countries. Once construction was complete, Rowe changed allegiances and gifted the city to the Kingdom in exchange for the title of Count.

In Imperial Year 801, only a few decades after the founding of Faerghus, the nobles of the Leicester region also rebelled against the Empire. They found themselves unable to maintain control, however, and were commandeered by the opportunistic Kingdom who wished to establish their power as a young nation.

With the Leicester territory still under Kingdom control, King Klaus I ruled until his death in 861. Details of his rule are seemingly unimportant, as his name is only notable due to the will he left after he died which laid out plans for his three sons to divide the Kingdom and rule as archdukes of the Eastern Kingdom, Western Kingdom, and Leicester territories. To return to the report from earlier:

Item 22, Part 2

The shadowed order of the Knights of Seiros believes that King Klaus I of Faerghus was assassinated. Everyone believes that his will, which demands the territory be divided among the three princes and fails to name a successor, is a fake. The purpose was likely to involve the Leicester region and display a greater military force than the Empire...

Once again, if this report is to be believed, the events that caused the involvement and subsequent fragmentation of the Leicester Alliance were orchestrated by Those Who Slither in the Dark.

Whoever created the will meant to undermine the power structure of the Kingdom, as failing to name a successor meant that when the Archduke of the Leicester territory died in 881, the nobles of that area were able to once again make a bid for independence. This time, they were led by the Duke of Riegan. This rebellion began the Crescent Moon War, which ended in 901 with a victory on the part of the Leicester territory, which formed their own country under the banner of the Leicester Alliance.

In Imperial year 1101, the Kingdom and Empire cooperated with the Alliance to construct Fodlan’s Locket as a safeguard from the Almyran threat to the east.

King Lambert ascended to the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus sometime before 1162. Although he was the second child, his older brother Rufus lacked a crest and thus wasn’t seen as fit to rule. Late in 1162, Prince Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd was born, the first and only child of King Lambert and his unnamed wife.

In 1168, King Lambert and Rodrigue set out to claim the southern half of the barren, tribal country of Sreng, likely because of the constant threat the warrior clans posed to the northern territories of Faerghus.

The fact that they stopped with only taking half the country leads me to believe that it was something like a scare tactic, a display of overwhelming dominance. It doesn’t seem as if the land had any real value, but King Lambert might have seen a dominating display of strength as the only way to deal with the warrior culture of Sreng. More than that, Faerghus’s own warrior culture might have prevented any other means of dealing with Sreng to be discussed.

Around 1169, a plague tore through Faerghus, claiming the life of the queen consort - Dimitri’s mother. The year isn’t explicitly stated, but in 1169 Dimitri would have been seven and Yuri (who got the plague and was subsequently cured by Aubin) was nine, so that date is late enough to match up with a reasonable timeline for Yuri but early enough that Dimitri’s lack of memories about his mother can make sense.

Around this same time, a woman named Cornelia, a highly capable scholar and mage, managed to cure the plague as well as aid in fixing the unfavorable conditions of Faerghus and especially Fhirdiad. For her efforts, King Lambert gave her a court position and became reliant on her aid.

While I don’t subscribe to the idea that Cornelia was always a member of Those Who Slither in the Dark at first, there is an argument to be made about the nature of the plague and her appearing out of nowhere. It doesn’t make sense to me that the game would go out of its way to mention her major personality shift. I also don’t believe that Slither’s had very much sway in the Kingdom up to this point, not until the Tragedy of Duscur. Either way, if Cornelia was switched out with a member of Slithers it would have had to be soon after she cured the plague, as Hapi was kidnapped for Cornelia’s experiments in 1169.

In 1171, the Adrestian Empire was thrust into turmoil due to the Insurrection of the Seven. Despite his involvement in the event, Lord Volkhard Arundel - given a title by the marriage between his sister Anselma and the now powerless Emperor Ionius IX - helped his sister Anselma and niece Edelgard escape the Empire to the Kingdom. He trusted Cornelia with care of his sister - whose name was changed to Patricia - and settled elsewhere with his niece. Cornelia mediated the relationship and secret marriage between King Lambert and Patricia, becoming Patricia’s only outside contact aside from her new husband and step-son, Dimitri.

In 1173, Lambert and Dimitri visited Volkhard and Edelgard, presumably so the two heirs could get to know each other and arrangements between Lambert and Volkhard could be made. At this point, Volkhard’s situation was incredibly precarious, and Lambert was taking on a lot of risk with his interactions with Imperial nobility. Ignorant to all that, Edelgard and Dimitri spent the year becoming friends. Dimitri was not told that his step-mother was Edelgard’s mother, and Lambert did not allow his new wife to reunite with her brother or daughter. Aside from Dimitri, Edelgard was as isolated as Patricia, neither allowed contact with others. It is possible that Volkhard and Lambert planned to arrange a marriage between the heirs in an attempt to salvage the Imperial throne and bolster it with the Kingdom’s strength, although there was a risk of uprising or being attacked by doing something so drastic. In 1174, however, Volkhard’s identity was taken by Slither’s leader Thales and he and Edelgard abruptly left the Kingdom to return to the Empire.

Around this time, King Lambert began to build relations with Duscur. In 1176, Lambert made a bold display of peace - or a bold power play against the weaker country - by setting out with his family and all his best knights to Duscur so he could finalize relations between the two countries. This ended in the fiery deaths of nearly everyone who had gone on the trip, Prince Dimitri being one of the only survivors. This was, of course, the Tragedy of Duscur.

I’d like to go over some of my thoughts about this all. There’s a lot to unpack.

1) King Lambert’s treatment of Duscur was far more peaceful than the way Faerghus interacted with Sreng. I’m a bit of a cynic so my first thought was that Duscur’s resource-rich land was valuable enough that it was smarter to avoid a full-scale battle that could damage the area. Then again, his willingness to interact with Lord Arundel shows that he isn’t as separatist as others of Faerghus. Besides, the circumstances of both situations are different and we don’t know much about either... or King Lambert for that matter. Something to think about, King Lambert is an interesting character to me.

2) As I mentioned before, it seems to me that the involvement of Slithers in the Kingdom was minimal before the breaking point of the Tragedy of Duscur. Discontent wasn’t overt in the same way as the Empire, the rot hadn’t taken hold within the higher powers because the most powerful men in Faerghus were still loyal to King Lambert. There was displeasure in the hearts of men and lords who called themselves loyalists to Faerghus ideals, and there was major tampering with the Western Church, but no chance for something like the Insurrection of the Seven to take place. Slithers needed to wreak havoc upon the entirety of the Kingdom’s structure. It feels like there was something vindictive in this all. If King Lambert had truly been considering a marriage between Edelgard and Dimitri in order to consolidate power, that would have undermined all of Slither’s hard work of separating the countries to begin with and put a wrench in all their devious machinations within the Empire. Then Lambert made an attempt at peaceful interactions with another country, which is completely unheard of as far as Fodlan’s extreme aversion the outside world and could have weakened the hold Slithers had overall. So, ultimately, Slithers weaponized all of this against him. Maybe I’m way off base, but Cornelia seems like a petty gal.

3) A few thoughts about motives:

The Kingdom Lords: No matter what King Lambert’s reasons, to a loyal Faerghus lord or knight - a man living in a place characterized by its hatred of anything outside of their own people - the idea of having a relationship with or even peacefully folding another country into their way of life would be unthinkable. Radical. Combined with the possibility that there were rumors spread about Lambert’s relations with the Empire, it’s easy to see why rallying the soldiers against King Lambert would be doable.

Anselma: Cornelia was her only friend. She had a husband who fell in love with her at first sight and a son that was not her own. Anselma, Patricia, was a woman - a mother - who had been isolated and living in a place where she was utterly powerless. And matter what her reasons or how far her involvement went in the plot, it seems pretty clear that she never even got what she was promised.

The men of Duscur: There are always radicals, people who can be rallied into violence. Moreover, the people of Duscur had reason to fear and even hate the Kingdom. The noble king of Faerghus arrived with all his plated knights and shining weapons. They marched in a grand parade past their borders, speaking of peace but imbued with the unknown powers of their foreign goddess and trailed by the reputation of their country's war-hungry past.

Bringing all of this discontent together was probably not as hard as it might have seemed, which is another reason why I think the Tragedy was the catalyst for Slither’s power in the Kingdom, not a result of it.

Continuing on, following the Tragedy of Duscur, the kingdom was thrust back into the Faerghus grand tradition of violence. Prince Dimitri was too young to take the throne, so King Lambert’s older brother, Rufus of Itha territory, took on the title of Regent to rule in his stead. After condemning them for the crime of Regicide, Faerghus destroyed and subjugated Duscur without the slightest bit of mercy, enacting absolute violence without further investigation into the causes of the Tragedy. The young Prince Dimitri was one of the few who actively disagreed with the treatment of Duscur, saving Dedue and taking him on as his vassal.

The previously small House Kleiman rose to prominence during this time, secretly taking part in the Tragedy and then receiving the noble title of Viscount as well as the land previously known as Duscur as rewards for his part in the vengeful conquest against the people.

Slither’s took this chance and distraction to take more complete control of the already weakened Western Church. Taking another passage from Burnt Remnants of a Report:

Item 49, Part 18 ...

The Tragedy of Duscur, after which more members of the Western Church are strongly criticizing the Central Church. Among them are those who claim the incident in Duscur was the work of the shadowed order of the Knights of Seiros. It seems a confrontation over the dogma's legitimacy is inevitable. Soon, the child of House Gaspard...

This note illustrates that while weakening the Kingdom was undoubtedly a priority for Slithers, taking control of the Western Church was the greater of the two goals as it gave them a chance to undermine the foundational control of the Central Church.

The line about the child of House Gaspard is in reference to Christophe, Lonato’s son and Ashe’s adopted brother. In the same year as the Tragedy of Duscur, 1176, he was killed on false charges regarding his involvement with the Tragedy. This was a lie, as Christophe was actually killed because of his plans to assassinate Archbishop Rhea. The use of the word “soon” could refer to the author’s knowledge of Christophe’s plans, or his execution.

The lie the Church uses to misdirect panic from the idea of the Archbishop being assassinated is interesting, as it ties in with the way everyone else uses the Tragedy to their own ends - Faerghus blaming Duscur, the Western Church blaming the Knights of Seiros, and Dimitri blaming Edelgard.

In 1178, Prince Dimitri joined in the campaign to quell the widespread rebellion in Western Faerghus, demonstrating his exceptional aptitude for battle.

And, finally, two years later in 1180, he left Faerghus to attend Garreg Mach Officer’s Academy.

#fire emblem three houses #FE3H #fire emblem 16 #fe16 #faerghus #holy kingdom of faerghus #fire emblem three houses lore #i'm a historian guys #check it #my headcanons #my writing

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for the ship ask Edelstance? (Edelgard x Constance)

General:

Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs - Clearly from how we’re written we’re supposed to get that they like each other and work well together (for all that Constance can be a bit over the top at times), they get special dialogue when they wind up on opposite sides, - their ending is cool too, Constance helps to advance science and magic in the new united empire and the whole thing helps her feel more confident etc. so they’re defs positive influences on each other, there’s Edelgard’s general affinity to smart driven types, they clearly divulge a lot of information to each other that they don’t trust many others with... they could easily be read as close friends instead, but if we assume that Constance is into chicks this could easily be a foundation for a relationship. Also they’re both fearsome badasses which automatically makes it hotter.

How long will they last? - At least a couple of years. They’d remain friends afterwards.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It sort of happened in between planning meetings and fancy tea outings

How was their first kiss? - Constance stumbled over her words a bit in the beginning, but then she just went and did it and they stood there smooching for a while

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Constance, in the most formal, yet flashy manner you can imagine. Magical fireworks were involved

Who is the best man/men? - n/A

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Hapi and Lysithea

Who did the most planning? - Constance

Who stressed the most? - Constance of course

How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. I don’t think the big fancy wedding is optional with Constance.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - various nobles who were all too friendly with the PM’s cadre / involved in the war fiasco, apart from the ones who switched sides like Linhardt’s and Caspar’s fathers

Sex:

Who is on top? - Constance

Who is the one to instigate things? - Constance

How healthy is their sex life? -Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head - Something tells me Constance’s love of bizare experimentation extends not only to magic research if you catch my drift. El would veto some of the more loopy ideas tho

How long do they normally last? - they like to take their sweet time/ probably at some point agreed on a designated date night because else they’ll be too busy with stuff

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - its a point of honor

How rough are they in bed? -Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - (see below)

How many children will they adopt? - Constance seems pretty work-focussed so I don’t think there’d be more than 1 or 2 babies, but she would want to carry on the family line - more as an institution, tho. So she wouldn’t mind if the kids are adopted and more about raising them properly to have big aspirations. El would probably soften this somewhat with a dose of ‘but you can do what you want’ and I think Constance would overall be cool to that, she clings a bit to the ceremonial stuff cause that was her way to maintain a sense of identity after losing everything but she is not bigoted or stuck up about it (I mean if she were she & El couldn’t be close allies, but also its clear in her supports) Basically they’d both be vocal about how what matters is the example you set for your kids and not if they have your blood. Might even make a point of adopting a kid without a crest... which then grows up to be a brilliant mage anyways. If they are ever sad, their mommies told them how much butt Auntie Dorothea and Uncle Hubert kicked despite having no crests.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Who is the stricter parent? - Constance, but they’d both be in the serious side.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Edelgard

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - The child doesn’t find out until lunchtime if they gets Bizzare Enchanted Lunch or Sushi rolls that were definitely chopped with an axe.

Who is the more loved parent? - El. Constance would easily fall in the “embarassing dad mom jokes” category

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Constance

Who cried the most at graduation? - Constance

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - constance

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Constance

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Constance

Who does the grocery shopping? - Constance - she likes to bring fancy novelty food. Given that El is open minded she goes along with everything up to a certain degree of exasperating crazyness. Rhubarb soda was great, but pickled cabbage juice might be taking it a bit too far

How often do they bake desserts? - Deserts. All the deserts. Especially fancy photogenic little tarts

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - it depends more on the presentation.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Constance is very much the Grand Romantic Gestures type of person

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Constance

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Definitely Edelgard

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both

Who is really against chores? - Neither

Who cleans up after the pets? - Constance

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Edelgard if she’s had an exasperating day

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Constance

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Constance. She remarks on weird things she found and was usually the one who brought and lost those weird things in the first place, except for that one time she found a drawing of herself which El thought she had safely disposed of

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Constance

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Edelgard, except maybe when it’s cloudy

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Constance seems like she’d decorate if she could afford it

What are their goals for the relationship? - Its all about the stimulating company and the great accomplishments

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Edelgard, on her off days

Who plays the most pranks? - Constance

#fe3h #three houses #fire emblem: three houses #edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #constance von nuvelle

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semi-imaginary-place · 4 years

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fe3h blogging 6 because organizational skills are for losers

oh hey yuri get to join chess club[3:24 PM]balthus DID go to the officers academy twice I’ve been trying to reconcile the route differences... it should be that everything that happens in a different route is also possible in the route you are looking at which ever one that may be. Now all there is is figuring out why those differences exist. or alternately to come up with a probability model to explain those differences. Let’s take the major difference of CF vs VW, AM, and SS. In CF unlike the other routes, Rhea is not captured, she organizes the knights and joins with Faerghus. In CF unlike other routes Byleth chooses to side with Edelgard and Rhea attacks them in the Holy Tomb, this is the only difference. Rhea is incredibly entitled when it comes to Byleth and so takes Byleth’s choice as a deep betrayal as the one who was supposed to be on her side chose not to be. In the battle of Garreg Mach, Rhea then also doesn’t entrust the Church to Byleth. Now how does this connect to Rhea avoiding capture in the battle? It could be she was more on guard after the Holy Tomb in BE, it could be that overall Rhea is likely captured but there is a chance she isn’t. Either way because she isn’t captured, she is there to rally and organize the knight’s of Seiros. In the other routes why didn’t Seteth do it? idk man. The Knights and Faerhgus together are better able to fend off the Empire and with the added security, keep Cornelia, the Agarthans, and Edelgard from framing Dimitri with assassination. Thus in CF Faerghus is in a more unified and powerful position with Rhea running the show. Never quite got why Garreg Mach was abandoned by all the sides given how much the characters talk about its strategic location etc. etc. In SS Rhea degenerates and causes the church to become a rampaging hivemind. Rhea is assumedly also in the palace in AM, but we do meet her in VW. This leads to a few possibilities, either she also dragon degenerated in those routes but the credits roll before we get to see that or she doesn’t. Either way she hold the potential to do so. This is probably the strongest probability argument in the game as we are shown no reason why she does in SS but does not in VW. Rhea is like a ticking time bomb. Maybe they should have blood minstrated like half the church. And then the Agarthans, are they just chilling around underground in AM? yeah, probably. They’re probably back to biding their time just like they have the past 1000 years.

I would like to talk about the three categories by which I evaluate how much I like a character in a series. 1. Personal preference: how much does the character's personality appeal to me on a personal level. Would I want to be friends with this person in real life. Do I just really wish they were real and want them in my life? 2. Character writing: how well written is the character. How good is their character arc? What is the grade of execution? 3. Role in the story: what do they bring to the series as a whole. If they are a villain, are they a good villain? Comic relief. The Bro character. No matter the archetype, how well is it done. What is their narrative and thematic significance.

Let's look at the 3 Lords of Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Please note that due to the branching story line and the ability of the player to choose the cast, I will not be focusing on a character's role in story as much as I usually do. Edelgard Personal preference: low. Her personality clashes with mine Character writing: high. Three Houses characters in general are well written. Edelgard feels like a person, her behavior is internally consistent, she's always herself. One of her main flaws explored in the game is how Edelgard will tunnel-vision and double down on a decision, a path even when it is no longer the best option. Role: high. In Crimson Flowers and to a lesser extent Silver Snow Edelgard acts as the central character, she drives the story. As the villain in 3/4 routes, Edelgard is incredibly interesting, acting as a counter point to the other Lords as well as to Byleth in Silver Snow.

Dimitri Personal preference: low. At first I didn't care, and then he was just annoying. He was solidly #2 on my to-punch-list in Azure Moon after Gilbert. Character writing: high. Dimitri has the easiest to notice character arc in the game as it is the main focus of Azure Moon. As such the most time is spent on his arc and it is very strong. The journey Dimitri goes on as he struggles with himself and his trauma is well written, its only weakness being that it hinges on the player (me) caring about him (which I do not). Role is the story: medium high. the overarching story of the rightful king reclaiming his throne nicely parallels the story of Dimitri reclaiming himself. Thus the external journey mirrors the internal one. Azure Moon most strongly brings the human element to Three Houses and this is both a strength and a weakness.

Claude Personal preference: very high. I wish I had a Claude in my life. His personality meshes well with mine and my life would be enhanced with the addition of his company. When I say Claude is my favorite, this is the category I am usually talking about. Character writing: high. Claude has the subtlest characterization and character arc of the Lords, this is further obscured due to mischaracterization by the English localization team and English voice actor. The characters in Three Houses in general are brilliant and Claude is no exception. He's complex and multifaceted as any real person is, and seeing him grow in to his own in Verdant Wind is a beautiful thing. Role in story: high. Claude's role in the Three Houses is also very interesting, his objectives especially in White Clouds turns the game into a mystery thriller which is breaking edge for a Fire Emblem Game. Claude's background is also a bit different from the others and so following along his story, you are able to gain perspective and see all of Fodlan for what it really is.

Jeralt personal preference: meh writing: good role: dad

wait. wait. so are the 4 apostles are called saints in the intro, but were they also children of the goddess? so i can see indech and macuil dipping after the war of heroes and cethalenn went into a regenerative coma so that takes her and cihol out of the picture, but where were the 4 apostles during the war? and why does balthus' pants have a specially colored patch for his crotch. ... did balthus go to the academy twice? dimitri really went “i’d be nice to just sink into the earth you know” huh. i just started cindered shadows so i can't really comment but... the whole "abyss is necessary for garreg mach" is such horse shit. like oooohhhhh we must have an oppressed underclass to maintain our standard of living. why do the ashen wolves even exist. its not like there's a school down there and yet a bunch of people have uniforms. its not like they took some of the officer's academy uniforms either. why waste resources making custom uniforms? oh hey yuri get to joisn chess club. balthus DID go to the officers academy twice. I wonder what happened to Constance. Also hello??? Intsys you have a kidnapping and torture as backstory problem, especially when its happening to female characters. Hapi get’s kidnapped, tortured and then imprisoned, no wonder the life has left her eyes. Also I don’t trust this Aelfric dude. He set up the ashen wolves “house”, but wouldn’t those resources be better spent on food and medicine. nepotism ho! your parent were good so you must be too

anyone else find Jeralt and Sitri's relationship a little weird. Hundreds of years old dude romances incredibly sheltered 19 year old with little life experience. and she and alfric idolized Jeralt when they were young. sitri was born in 1139 and died 1159 from childbirth. I mean yeah Sitri's an adult and totally consenting and loving, and the relationship is pretty cute and sweet, but.... its kinda weird.... Like when you hear about a 30 year old dating a 60 year old, everyone's well into adulthood, they're consenting adults who can do whatever they want, i have no objections,... but its still kinda weird. WHAT'S WORSE IS THAT THEY DEVS HAD LITERALLY NO REASON TO DO THIS they could have made her any age they wanted to. She could have been 35. but nooooo they didn't do that

the part that bothered me about maneula's writing. Is how the writers talk down on her for having emotions. You see this strongly in the hanneman+manuela paralogue. Where they make her do something impulsive which has negative consequences, which is fair. But then the game punishes her for being too emotional. "being too emotional" now where have i heard that critique before. This is especially in contrast to the game praising hanneman's intellectual rationality. how do i say this... whenever hanneman and manuela argue the game always takes hanneman's side and is overly harsh on manuela. Oh hanneman is right that she should not have run off after a rumor about the death knight like that, but its the framing of the scene that bothers me.

the way people talk about the abyss reminds me of the goldfish bowl metaphor. the abyss provides sanctuary, but in it thye are also trapped. huh so edelgard doesn’t recognize dimitri. people sure do like aelfric, reminds me of a cult of personality, but it seems so genuine... A great rhea’s golems are back. they talk!! I was just joking about people’s souls being bound in there!!! aelfric is one of the cardinals!!!!! I've been trying to find these dude for months!!!!! you hear these lines going on and on about the cardinals. oh. he’s part of the seiros hivemind then. hey kids. if he’s a cardinal than the church probably already knows. this don’t tell the church stuff sounds like a trap. that letter is suspicious af. yuri clearly wants something, but what is he up to,,,

Yeah.. it really sounds like the 4 apostles were nabateans, but if that were so are constance, hapi, balthus, and yuri really descended from them? the 4 saints bloodlines in adrestia are from those gifted blood by the saints. yet i do believe the 4 apostles fled to different corners of fodlan, what remains in question is only if there in their new homes they gave blood (like rhea did to save jeralt), or actually did have kids.

i cant believe balthus got put on the bus via giant bird. ah so aelfric and yuri are cooperating with the agarthans. thats what they were up to. wow yuri really is fandom claude, i can still hear those idiots complaining that claude wasn’t up to anything and that he didn’t betray byleth. huh so yuri is struggling with split loyalty and the solution he came up with was to help aelfric but give byleth hints.

constance calling the holy mausoleum a wretch hovel in on par with sylvain calling the dining hall filthy. huh so that was what yuri was planning. wasn’t expecting the double agent ploy.

so this does not take away from aelfric's decisions, but if rhea hadn't been a coward and just buried sitri instead of keeping her is storage where anyone could find her, this never would have happened. who know's maybe aelfric would have still made horrible decisions, but not this one horrible decision.

wait wait wait. rhea, what happened last time you used the chalice to try and resurrect sothis. what beast was created then? wait wait. nemesis dies and sothis’ heat and bones were retrieved in 91. the blood chalice ritual happened in 185. That’s enough time for rhea to have conducted her first experiment implanting the creststone into someone and having them live out their full life.

prior to cindered shadows i thought claude had 2 given names much like many real world people of dual identity do (multiracial people, chinese americans, japanese americans, etc.), so claude is his name but he also has an almyran name. now though I am leaning towards the idea that claude is a name he took up upon entering fodlan given what he says to balthus at first and the presence of a claudia riegan in the past. from the feast of decadence: where is boramas? and i hope the bit about watching northern swordsmen ripped apart by wild animals at dinner was a play or something. why do books end up in the abyss anyways. why not burn them throughly. rhea certainly knows people have been living down there. i wonder who built abyss. its older than garreg mach for sure. real ironic how the blue lions idolize loog when he was an agarthan pawn not unlike edelgard. rhea's choice contributed to the power imbalance between sreng and duscur compared to faerghus chevalier became village elder and gave everyone blood during wars. half got crests half turned into demonic beasts. that solves that. 1/4 down

i can’t believe aubin almost died in a ditch before yuri’s mom saved them. well that’s one more person with a really long life span

balthus: describing "bashbros" me: its called a life partner. "Balthus became son-in-law to the great commander, Nader" ... what. also why is the balthus yuri pairen ending the only one balthus ends up broke and on the street in. also where's my holst supports. scratch that. WHERE IS HOLST. oh yeah and you all were crying about byleth potentially outliving everyone, well yuri does too

ashen wolves supports that should have happened. Balthus: Manuela. Yuri: Mercedes. Hapi: Ignatz, Petra, Claude. Constance: Lorenz

Also let judith be a playable character. Claude and balthus already have like half a support with her.

why do feel like yuri and sylvain would be a disaster. and disaster in that they'd hurt each other's feelings

claude whenever balthus opens his mouth: shut up shut up shut up. shut up and go away. goddess. please. no. i enjoy seeing claude annoyed more than i probably should

me taking the fe3h developers by the shoulders and shaking them furiously: WHY DON'T CLAUDE AND HAPI GET A SUPPORT. THEY EVEN BOTH HAVE CELESTIAL MOTIFS! claude would also empathize with hapi as an outsider of sorts, as well as both sharing a desire to explore the world. i think the riegan crest and timotheus crest got mixed up in development. in tarot readings the moon is associated with darkness, an unclear mind, madness, creativity etc. it suits "dark dragon" far more than "star dragon". but that doesn't explain why claude gets the unique combat art Fallen Star me one again taking the fe3h developers by the shoulders and shaking them furiously: WHY DON'T YURI AND ASHE HAVE A SUPPORT!! THE APPARENTLY ALREADY KNOW EACH OTHER. THEY HAVE SIMILAR BACKGROUNDS. THEY'RE BOTH FROM FAERGHUS. THEIR BATTLE DIALOG SAYS MEANS THEY WANT TO BE FRIENDS

No bathus/manuela support either LET THEM MAKE POOR LIFE CHOICES TOGETHER. Balthus can have a little milf, as treat

... yuri is very pretty in part 2

Edelgards biggest flaws are her desire for control and her stubborness or the way she will double down on a decision and refuse to budge. Claude's biggest flaws are his inability to trust, and showing his hand too late. A bit more on that last part. A large part of Claude's strategies involve downplaying his side and biding his time. This strategy is especially weak though to an aggressive opponent like Edelgard who can bulldoze him before he has time to play out his plan. Part of the problem is that Claude is very reactive but not very proactive (its one of the reasons I like pairing him with Edelgard and Petra). He won't just go for something the way Edelgard does, he's wait for the right opportunity. This difference you can also see in how the deal with the Church. Edelgard declares war on them because she thinks they are the root of Fodlan's social problems and need to be taken down. She makes a decision she believes in and readies herself for the consequences. Claude actually believes much of the same (The Church is the root of Fodlan's problems) but would much rather avoid those consequences (fall out with the Church). You see in Verdant Wind he will make use of the Church because the are useful. He's even willing to spout Church rhetoric and propaganda (Byleth as a Church symbol) if it suits his end goal of transferring power to an individual who will shape Fodlan's future to his liking (he does have an altruistic and humanitarian goal much like Edelgard). However in doing so he risks empowering the Church even more. In short Claude will put up a facade that he doesn't agree with on an ideals level and so is always in danger of that facade becoming real and failing his goals. yeah so claude character development has him learning to trust and being more proactive in his goals. so i like pairing him with characters that put him on a similar growth trajectory

wait how are the Fetters of Dromi (Aubin) and Vajra-Mushi (Chevalier) around simultaneously with Aubin and Chevalier. Aubin was last seen 20 years ago and the tales of elder giving blood don’t seem ancient, so were they recently killed?

ok if the vajra-mushi is a replica, what’s it a replica of? that implies an original. and its still able to turn people into demonic beasts. how????

unpopular opinion: I hate seteth. his face pisses me off and every time he opens his mouth I want to punch him. please die.

You know... i'd expected someone to have written a modern au of felix and sylvain being roommates with unresolved sexual tension.... but no its been 9 months and I haven't seen anything. Oh I've seen roommates where its like the new and uncomfortable experience of sharing space with someone you dont know and I've seen modern au where they are childhood friends. But i seriously have not seen the specific scenario where they are childhood friends AND roommates. Like... uuugh its just sylvain. But also uuggh its just sylvain?!? Maybe I'll just have to do it myself... but im no good at writing...

What if glenn was 160cm but the kids never noticed (except sylvain) because they're so much younger

I want a spin off fighting game starring ferdinand and caspar. Honestly i just wanted to see ferdinand get into a fistfight with someone like in his support

On a fandom level I think the golden deer are the least popular for a number of reasons:

1. some of the characters only reveal their depth in supports and paralogues. Or in other words you must seek out these character to get to know them. Ex: Lorenz, Leonie, Ignatz. I mean without doing their supports you'd never know that Ignatz is the smoothest out of the Golden Deer the the most likely to get a date. If Sylvain is a poser, Ignatz is the real deal 2. Related to the above the writing sometimes relies too heavily on a character gimmick. Ex: Raphael, and Lysithea to a degree 3. Compared to other houses there are less established dynamics. Other characters (Linhardt and Caspar, BL childhood friend squad, etc.) can play off of each other and this can make them more emotionally accessible to a player. In the beginning especially the golden deer act more like co-workers than friends, they are the least cohesive as a house (which means their growth is that much more delicious). 4. the golden deer route in general is less popular and some characters don't appear in other routes so the sheer amount of exposure these characters get is less than other houses. a lot of people in the "fandom" have only played one or 2 routes and those usually include either azure moon or crimson flower/silver snow. people will also just delete or add things to characters.

OK Jp audio thoughts: tiny grandma sothis Alois is gravelier and yells a lot I've been replaying the line where claude giggles in the jp audiio. How do i record audio ignatz is such a BABY in the japanese version. Like a small bunny Edelgard sounds more princessy Claude is more light hearted, less sassy more... boyish? like that one old school boy character trope that used to be a main character thing and is now more a side character thing eng dimitri more yell-y and feral. jp dimitri is a lot more subdued and dead inside. but the delivery of the lines makes what he is saying all the more disturbing. dissonant serenity.

your path lies across my grave is such a raw line

Why did yuri get a different part 2 sprite. he should age the same rate jeralt did. And in his paired ending with byleth? He apparently looks about the same after decades

Hilda and catherine would be EXCELLENT war masters if the devs weren't sexist

So almyra's big. We don't know how big. Fodlan is 2/3 of europe and almyra is bigger so i imagine there's a diverdity of biomes. I imagine the south coast is mediterranian. But that hinges on how subtropical adrestia is. Medditerranian climates are most common at 30-40 lattitude. The map of almyra we can see on the map is the same lattitude as faerhgus. This could be the greenest part of Almyra. I imagine almyra has both hot and cold deserts with a large plain covering the center. The rest would be scrubland/chaperral. All we know is that claude grew up somewhere with no big trees. I imagine that almyran government is more meriocratic than fodlan but that may vary region to region. I have an idea for both a centralized and decentralized almyra. Each regions leader is like the strongest most organized person around. A bit of nepotism may be involved. The exception would be the coast region which is more sedentary (some parts of almyra are semi nomadic) and may have a republic. Decentralized almyra would work kinda like the eu or us with seperate nations and a mediator for when almyra needs to act as a whole. That mediator aids negotions between regions and keeps things together. Mediator would be a council/appointed position. In a centralized almyra there still wouldn't be a monarachy. The king would choose a sucessor. So the king's kid would have a better chance than anyone but its no garuntee. I like the idea that like the 30 closeat relatives has a last one standing system as part of the selection system. This would allow for a dynastic style if ruling where there's a ruling clan but not direct line of descent

Everyone keeps drawing older felix with long hair but I'm half convinced that 3 years post game he just lops,it off one day or gets a buzzcut

So a lot of people including me have long suspected Claude had an Almyran name and the validation right now just feels so great. Khalid! Given his dialog in cindered shadows I think its more likely Khalid is the name his parents gave him and Claude is the name he took up upon coming to Fodlan

Things have never been easy for Claude, he says in his s support that he's going, to do it (the whole game/war) all over again. It's heavily implied that things to not end well for Claude outside of VW. i don't think the Almyrans would value a surrender to a fodlander tho. Claude in VW proves his competence as a military commander and leader by controlling all of fodlan. Its stated in some of his paired endings that the current king has some say in who the next king is as Claude had to earn his father's approval to ascend the throne. Don't forget that the general Almyran populace hates Claude. He has to prove himself by their standards before any respect is given and in SS/CF/AM he doesn't do that. Remember that the Fodland stereotype is of cowards and that Almyra values spectacles of strength/fighting prowess over tactical efficiency (invading fodlan's throat isn't for the purpose of gaining land/etc. its for the warriors to show off how strong they are), so they wouldn't value strategically weakening your nation (leicester) to stave off imperial invasion, to them that just looks like cowardice and incompetance. not only that he endangered and wasted Almyran soldiers in fighting a foreign war. Remember that no one really knows about Claude's plans outside of VW, he keeps his cards (too) close to his chest, and in non-VW routes the facade of weakness becomes a reality and all his schemes crumble. and he has little to show for his time in fodlan. Claude is less likely to experience character growth outside of VW, but I think there is potential for Claude's character growth outside of VW. One reason for this I'm just not a fan of Byleth's dating sim powers where everyone just falls head over heels for them. For every character and especially the lords, Byleth acts as a catalyst for the character's growth, but Claude (of the lords) is the least dependent on Byleth so I do believe he could have found some of the connections seen in VW if not to that extent. (also I'm a sucker for found family)[4:22 PM]But Byleth does act as the heart and glue of the golden deer so things wouldn't be that great for Claude and co

So we cam see both turkic and persian influences in almyra but I've always wondered at the balance. From the turkic side we have the warrior culture and horse riding. This is also where my speculations on a nomadic society and non monarchy forms of government come from. Also note turkic (central asia, like the mongols) and not turkish (one of the turkic ethnicities). On the other side is ancient persia which was a center of science, technology and learning, a materially wealthy empire with imperial dynasties. These are very different and so balancing headcanons has always been challenging to honor both sides. You can see people are all over the spectrum in fandom.

Me shaking dorothea by the shoulders: YOU ARE VALID. I AM PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED. EAT THE RICH

im a caught between the dual desires of seeing sylvain succeed at something and be really cool, and seeing sylvain publicly make a fool of himself. sylvain miserable for mundane reasons is such a good look. I pin Sylvain in a headlock and force 2 gallons of respect women juice down his throat

In any universe. Claude's weekly schedule would fill me with terror.

Leonie and dorothea both have "I know a guy" vibes

A while ago I complained that the fodlan calendar doesn’t make sense. Why does the year begin on month 4? Well I recently got around to reading through the abyss library and it confirms that fodlan used to be on the gregorian calendar with months 1-12 lining up with our january-december which in a lot of countries are just month/moon 1-12 and then seiros and the church brought in a new calendar system (imperial year and "___ Moon" naming system). so combined with the other hints from the agarthans (un symbol, ICBMs, etc.), pretty much confirms that fodlan is indeed a post apocalyptic modern world. So the weird calendar system DOES have an in universe justification!

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50 questions tag 💐Amanda Wheaters

I was tagged by @romanticsims a while ago thanks girl 💖💖💖 !!! I don’t really know who has and who hasn’t done this so if you see it and wanna do it consider yourself tag!

1.How old is your sim? 17

2. When is your sim’s birthday? March 18

3. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? pisces

4. What is your sim’s ethnicity? Her dad is from simerica and her mother came to simerica when she was 3 years old, she originaly is from South Simica

5. Does your sim have any nicknames? Amy, mandy, A

6. Do they have a job? If so what is it? She doesn’t have one, but she’s searching

7. Where does your sim live? Brindleton Bay

8.Who does your sim live with? She lives with her parents, her siblings (little sister and the twins (one boy and one girl) and her dog Milo

9. What environment did your sims grow up in (strict, loving, cold etc.)? Loving and supportive altought papa Pace can be a bit protective

10. What are your sim’s favourite food? She loves this thing they sale at the local roller skating rink it’s basicaly fries with three different type of cheese and Jalapeño, it’s really greesy but she loves it

11. What is your sim’s favourite drink? Hot cacoa without any hesitation, she loves chocolate

12. If they have one what is your sim’s favourite color? Blue

13. Does your sim believe in any clichés (like love at first sight, etc)? She’s a little skeptical about love at first sight and she does believe that every choices we make can affect our future which is why she’s so indecisive, she’s afraid of making the wrong desion.

14. What is your sim’s sexuality? Straight

15. What is your sim’s gender identity? Female

16. Is your sim type a or type b? Type A

17. Is your sim introverted or extroverted? More of an introvert

18. What is your sims favourite woohoo position? If she reads that question she’ll probably start blushing, babygirl’s a virgin.

19. Is your sim a pet person? If so what is their favorite animal? She loves animal and dogs are her fav.

20. Does your sim have a best friend? She’s close with all the girls in her circle but she’s a little closer to Nyla

21. What is/was your sim’s favorite school subject? She’s in the dance study program so her favorite class is ballet otherwise it’s probably english

22. Is/was your sim a high, mid or low achiever in school? middle she wants to have good grade but she’s fine as long as she have a average good enough for her university of choice.

23. Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? If so, what would be or what was their major? She’s panning on going to university but her major is still undecided at the moment.

24. What are your sims political beliefs (if they have them)? None.

25. What is one thing your sims wants to do before they die? She just wants to find hapiness, same as everyone, find her place in the world but on a less philosophical scale she would like to go scuba diving one day.

26. Does your sim have a favorite TV show (cable) and/or movie? Not a lof of people know this but she like everything superhero related

27. Is your sim a Netflix viewer? If so what are their top 3 shows. Gilmore Girls, The umbrella academy and the office

28. Does your sim like books? If so what’s their favourite one? She reads but not as much as she would like too and she doesn’t really have a favourite one

29. Does your sim enjoy video games, if so what is their favourite one and do they play on PC or console? Her friend Alec recently introduced her to the wonderful world of video games, she told him that she wasn’t interested but she strangely was recently seen at the video game store

30. What is your sim’s personal style? A jean and a tee really simple and casual.

31. Does your sim have a lucky charm? Nope

32. Is your sim religious? Nope

33. What kind of music does your sim listen to and who is their favorite artist? She mostly listen to lyrical and classical music because of her dancing. She also likes ballad she doesn’t have a favorite artist but she recently listen to a lot of lewis capaldi, birdy and James arthur songs

34. Is your sim a festive person? If so what’s their favorite holiday? She loves christmas,being with her family and drinking hot chocolate while opening presents

35. What is your sim’s favorite type of weather? She loves it when the sun is out

36. Does your sim prefer to start fights or finish them? She doesn’t like confrontation so she doesn’t start fight but she can finish them if provoked

37. Does your sim have a dream job? She have no idea

38. Does your sim have any siblings? A big brother, a two younger sister and a younger brother

39. Does your sim get along with their family? Yes they are pretty close

40 What is your sims favourite hobby? Dancing, watching movies and she used to play violin

41. What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? She just wants someone who will understand her and love her no matter what

42. What is a secret about your sim? She loves her parents a lot but she sometimes feels trap by their expectations and pushes herself to be what’s in her opinion the perfect daughter.

43. What is a wish your sim has? She wished she had a clear idea of what to do with her life

44. What is a flaw your sim has? She tends to ignore wathever problems she have and hopes that they will go away on their own. She also often doesn’t say anything when something bothers her

45. How do others generally perceive your sim? She’s nice enough and if you forgot your pen or something like that she always have extra. I remember seeing her perform last year she’s a good dancer. And for those who know her a little better : She’s nice, a good listener and a great friend but she sometimes keeps to herself and I wish she would confide in me a little more.

46. Does your sim have a greatest achievement? She won first place at an important dance competition.

47. If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? None that she can think of right now.

48. Does your sim have a favorite emoji? 😄

49. Does your sim use simstagram? If so what’s their @? Nope

50. What is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)? She texted her brother Kaden to ask about how is move was going.

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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Before I leave Part 19

Home

A fake Text and scenarios serie featuring Kwon Jiyong himself.

After your sister died, you decided to move in Korea to get close to your niece and nephew. That’s where you meet Kwon Jiyong, get to work for him and start to believe hapiness is possible again…

Warning: angst, not a cute part.

WC: 2360

Note: You have no idea how many times I have rewritten this part, I lost count myself. 10? 13 times? I tried my best to make things differently but at the end of the day, this is the only way I could write it. You will see what I mean when you read it. Please don’t hate me...

As the days to the premiere went by Jiyong was home less often, he was working like crazy to prepare Motte act iii, his personal project. He wanted to present his true self to his fans, who he believes he really is as a person, put more integrity into his music.

Because he presented himself as Kwon Jiyong instead of G Dragon, he wanted to be involved in every detail, every decision, every little thing related to the show. From the decor to the costumes, passing by the choreography and music arrangements, he was the one who has the last word. For him, Motte act iii was more than just a show with choreographies and music, it was all about presenting himself «naked» to his fans.

You wouldn’t want to change that, the fact he was working so hard, even though you wish he could rest a little more. To be completely honest, you were proud of him, proud of the involvement he made and how much he was putting his heart into the project.

Every time you were going to the practices, you were impressed by how much he is hard-working and how beautiful he is when he sing and dance. He was leading everybody in a calm atmosphere, never elevating his voice, but being listened to nevertheless. Sometimes, you could see he was losing patience, but surprisingly he always managed to speak with a neutral voice. Every time you came to see him practice, you fell in love a little more with the man, with the artist.

Coming home with him after a long day at work was always your favorite part of the day. The part when Jiyong would finally lean against you, close his eyes and leave all the worries behind. Even though he was tired and stressed, he was always calm, caring, soft and peaceful im your presence.

You could tell he has a lot of responsibilities as the leader of his group, as a solo artist and as the president of a clothing company. You don’t know how he is doing it but normally, as soon as he’s at home, he completely turns his responsibility switch to off, he forgets about everything and manage to be with you, in the present moment. He is happy, he is making projects with you, he is completely devoted to your couple. Well, normally he can do it, tonight thought, it’s different. Tonight he speaks fast as you are transported to his place, he is nervous, he has dark circles beneath his eyes.

You came home later than usual so you went to take a quick shower one after the other, brush your teeth, made your evening routine.

“Ji… may I ask you something?” You asked him while both of you were preparing yourself to bed.

“You know you always can baby” he said with his sweet, calm and soothing voice, that voice that you love so much. You could hear him speak for years, you would never get enough of it.

When you looked at him, sitting upright with his legs stretched out in front of him, shirtless in only his boxers, your heart melted. That vision of him, in that very position was one you kept seeing night after night for a few months now, and he never looked that beautiful. There is a vulnerability on his face tonight, a lack of confidence, maybe even some self-doubt, you will have to investigate that tomorrow. His face is beautiful as his head is leaning back on the pillow. You consider yourself so lucky to be the one he sees as his, the person he is in love with. He never made you doubt his love, his involvement in your relationship and you are overwhelmed by that, the fact he trusts you, the patience and the tenderness he has toward you.

Tonight, you don’t want to investigate, you have something else in your mind. Tonight, you would like him to forget everything, you want him to found a relief in you but different than usual.

You jumped on the and glued yourself against him, half of your body on his. Has always, he rubbed his nose on your hairs and caress them gently. You lift your chin up to look at him, when he feels your gaze on him, he smiled and keeping his eyes closed he said:

«What’s your question my love?»

“Jiyong, I want you to know that you are perfect”, saying that, you gave him a few little kisses on his jaw.

“Oh baby, that is random and it’s not a question” he said laughing.

Even though you were stuck to him, you were not close enough, you needed more contact. Not losing another second, craving for a contact you were more than ready to have, you raise yourself on your knees, step over his legs and sit directly on him, straddling him. He opened his eyes, surprised but didn’t say anything.

You were never in such an intimate position with him but you still felt not close enough so you managed to unfold your knees and cross your legs behind his waist, sitting directly on him. His eyes opened wide and he said,

“Woooah! What’s going on?”

You smiled at his uncertain expression.

“Well, well, well my baby dragon. Wanna know what my question was?”

He just nodded and looked at you in the eyes, still not wondering what’s going on with you tonight.

"I would like to know if you are ready for us baby, would you like tonight to be our first night together?”

He is not 100% sure about your intentions, so he asks, raising an eyebrow:

“We had plenty of nights together, it’s not our first and it won’t be our last. Something specific you have in mind?”.

“Kwon Jiyong, I want to have sex with you. Forget what I said. I want to make love with you, I want to feel free, I want you to feel good, I want you. Before you ask me, I am 200% sure this is what I want.»

He didn’t move at all while you started to kiss him just behind his right ear.

«Please, make love to me”.

You were feeling him under you, you knew he was aroused too, but he took the time to ask:

“Listen love, normally, you don’t want me to touch you, I mean, we could do a lot of stuff before that… are you sure about this?”

“Jiyong, I want it. I trust you with all my heart and soul. Please, don’t refuse me that, I think my ego wouldn’t survive” you said, on the verge of crying because you thought he was gonna say no.

“I will never refuse you that my love, I’ve been waiting you, longing for you for such a long time, I just wanted to make sure I understood correctly, my little wild cat”

You laughed and peck his nose, his lips. The way he is looking at you with his eyes wide open, the hope you can see in his eyes, touched your heart. Without any warning, you took off your nightdress being only in your panties and leaned forward to kiss him but this time, it was not a simple peck but a long, passionate kiss that you shared.

He was not close enough for you so you adjust your hips to make sure there were no more space between you, only a thin piece of fabric. You broke the kiss, looked at him in the eyes and smiled before leaning over him again to kiss his neck. He doesn't say a word, too scared to ruin the moment. He let you kissed his neck, chest, shoulders, arms… but when he felt your hips rubbing against his, he grabbed you by the waist to hold you still and said :

“I knew you would like sex, I told you”

He was proud, smiling widely.

“Well, it ain’t really sex yet….”

“Baby, you were rubbing yourself against me and you moaned… it means you liked it”

“Really? I did that? I didn’t realise”. You were so happy, he was right. For the first time ever, you were feeling good in the presence of somebody else.

You start to kiss him again, that mouth, those lips that you could never get enough of. He let go of your waist and very softly grabbed your breast, just like if you were made of the most precious porcelain. He didn’t ask permission, he was feeling you, knowing you were completely into it.

Then, he reversed your positions, finding himself between your legs, on top but without putting its weight on you. He looked into your eyes, to see if you were still comfortable with it, but he didn’t have to ask, your legs were immediately curling up around his waist while your arms were pulling him closer.

“You tell me if you want me to stop. I am serious”.

“Ok”

“Y/n, please, listen”

He was trying to get away from your kisses but you were determined, more confident than ever that you want him. You want to make one with him but most of all, you want to be able to make love with him. You want to be a normal girlfriend for that magnificent man, the man that deserve everything that is good in this world.

You looked into his eyes. At this point, he seems more nervous than you.

“Y/n, I am serious. I can stop anytime in the process”.

But you kept kissing his lips, teasing him with your tongue. You were never acting seductively like that with him.

“Jiyong, shut up please. I will start to believe that you don’t want me”.

You were trying to say the good thing for him not to feel nervous.

“Show me how you love me, please. I need it right now. I need you and I want you to feel good as well”.

“I will but for now, I think you're going too fast baby, I want to take my time with you”.

He did take his time with you. He kissed you from head to toes, made sure you had fun at least once before diving in completely, he didn’t want you to touch him at all, saying that if you lay a hand on his skin, he would enjoy it too fast. So you obey him and let him take care of you.

«Baby, I can’t hold it anymore. Can I… But we can also save it for another night, I am already glad you let me touch you this way, there’s no need to go further». He asks releasing the hair from your face with his hands.

«Yes Ji, you can, I am ready too». But the real truth is, you were not so sure anymore that you wanted it but there was no way in hell you would make him stop at this point, you want him to enjoy this night as well, you know there are many other way to make him feel good but you don’t want to disappoint him, you don’t want to disappoint yourself. You made sure to keep a relaxed and smiling face, keeping your body as relax as possible and you add:

«Ji, my baby dragon, I am ready». He smiled.

«Good, I love you so much...»

He was looking into your eyes when he penetrated you, he wanted to make sure you were feeling good as he was sliding himself inside of you. There were no need to look at your face thought, the second he deepened his movement, you felt a sharp and burning pain inside of your womanhood. Sadly, the memories of that night came to haunt you at the worst moment ever.

He freezed immediately, staying in place and said:

«Y/n my love, open your eyes, it’s me, I won’t move for a second, let’s take a moment to adjust, breathe my love, it will be better soon».

But you didn’t see things like that and you started to hit him and push him away from you, panicking. Things went really fast, he was no longer inside of you but you kept hitting him and yelling at him.

Jiyong was petrified. He didn’t know what to do at all. If he takes you in his arms, you might take it the wrong way and feel attacked and this is the last thing that he wants. In the other hand, he wants to help you. He did the only thing that came into his mind, he talked, making sure he was not touching you at all. You always told him how much you love his voice, it’s even one of the fist thing that you told him.

«Baby, it’s me. You are safe. I am so sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you like that. I really thought for the best. I thought you were ready. Well, your body was ready from what I know... but your mind was not obviously».

«I know it’s you, I am the one who is sorry». You said, crying.

«Baby, what happened?»

«I don’t want to talk about it, I want to go home».

«Y/n, I can’t let you go home like that, we need to talk, we need to hug, otherwise I think you will start to be scared of me»

«We’ll talk later».

You were already standing up, putting back your clothes.

«No, please, don’t go, we need to talk about this. Love, your mind was not ready. I am sorry. I am so so so sorry…. I shouldn’t have done that at all. I am so sorry, don’t go. Stay with me».

«Kwon Jiyong, you can’t tell me what to do. I want to go home and I will. We will talk later».

«You push me away but you shouldn't, you should stay with me. I understand and I am not mad at you Y/n».

You were already putting your shoes on.

«See you Jiyong. I am going home, no need to call your driver, I will take a cab on the corner of the street».

«Baby please…. Please stay here. We will fix this. Why do I have the feeling that I am losing you, I need you, I love you, we will ...»

«Good bye Jiyong» you interrupted him coldly.

He had no choice but to let you go.

What he didn’t know is that for you, in that very moment, home meant in your home country.

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ourkidswouldbemartians · 6 years

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Just my two cents regarding the whole Caryl / C@rzekiel situation (contains spoilers):

- The sneak peek from last night broke my heart, but after taking a little step back I think it may not be as bad as I thought. The reason for this is Daryl’s whole behaviour, his mouth was saying “I’m happy for you” but his body language sure as hell did not. I know Daryl is not the most expressive guy in the world and even if he were truly happy he would not have been jumping up and down from hapiness or smile from ear to ear BUT he would at least be smiling, we’ve seen happy Daryl before - for like 3 seconds a hundred years ago I agree - and the Daryl from the sneak happy sure as hell didn’t look happy. He was not smiling, he was being sarcastic towards Zeke and remember his face in the trailer as she leans on him ? He winced as if he were in pain. Maybe there is more to this conversation, maybe there is not, maybe she leans on him right after he says she deserves to be happy and that’s it, I guess we’ll see.

- Now why would he say that he is happy for her ? I think it’s simply because Daryl is the most selfless guy in the world. He would never put Carol in such position where she would have to chose btw him and Zeke (also because in all his blindness he probably thinks he does not stand a chance and that he does not deserve her - pookie is so wrong) I also think that he is genuinely happy for her because that’s how much he loves her I think, let’s never forget that whatever this is between them it’s unconditional and unselfish (remember how he wanted her back in s7 but still lied so she would stay behind and have the peace she wanted back then?) . So in the end I’m not surprised, I feel it would have been ooc for Daryl to say something like “ya shouldn’t be with him,ya should be with me” Besides, Carol did seem happy

- Now is she truly happy ? I honestly think part of her is and I’m ok with it because I love her even if this happiness is related to someone other than Daryl. Please do not get mad at me for saying this but I think she is living something good at the Kingdom, with Zeke and with Henry. I’m not saying that’s what I want for her but if that’s what she wants then who am I to disagree ? Now what’s the purpose of her relationship with Zeke.. ? Plot-wise I think it is all about selling Zeke’s future death, this relationship is a tool for future drama. I wish he didn’t have to die, he is a good guy but I think it’s going to happen and Carol will be in revenge mode. I also think she will get over it and it was foreshadowed last season: “It always feels like it could just be swept away again. But that doesn't mean it will, and and it doesn't mean that I couldn't find myself again if it does.” She is gonna get back on her feet like the queen she is because the only person she cannot lose is still going to be around. Because I truly believe that it doesn’t matter where she lives or who she is with, Daryl will always be the most important person in her life, he’s the one, some of us have known this person in our lives where it does not matter who we are with it’s never going to be as good, as epic as when we were with THAT person, we’ll never be as happy. Which is maybe why she is with Zeke, she can lose him. I’m not saying she does not love him, I think she does but he is not her epic love, he is an easy choice. He’s nice, he’s kind of funny and he loves her. And it’s like she said, after Ed, who wouldn’t want that ? Now you could tell me that Daryl is also the easy choice because they’re made for each other so everything should make sense and I would agree with you but this is TWD and the writers love drama and ambiguity... (they suck I know) The writers and AMC know that people want Caryl and they’re gonna keep teasing so people keep tuning in until it does happen (terribly wrong move because they’re losing viewers but they are imbeciles so...) I think that’s why you’ll never hear them tell each other “you my bro” “you’re my bff” they’re going to keep the “will they / won’t they” alive for as long as they can... Which takes me to my next point...

- That shit ain’t platonic, even the sneak peek isn’t. She called him pookie, that’s pretty flirty to me. And then we know she is going to lean on him and hold his arm. Plus their similarity was also underlined with the fact that they both cannot sleep, this is a reminder of everything they’ve been through together. Remember what Mel said about how nobody else shares the story between them ? It’s a tight thing between these two and the writers reminded us that last night. If they wanted to sink our ship they wouldn’t have caryl acting so ambiguously.

- I’m still team Carol, I’ve seen a lot of hate towards her but I just want to say that I am not going to turn my back on her because she is not with Daryl. Some people think she has changed, I disagree, I think she is trying to live a happy life, unfortunately we all know that’s not going to last but she is allowed to try the way she wants to. She is not doing anything wrong imo

- I also think it’s very telling about the “unimportance” of this new relationship that they already spoiled it. They never did this before. This choice prooves the short-lived quality of the whole thing.

So all in all I think they’re just trying to create more drama, for Carol to sell Z’s death and for Caryl because they’re the couple everyone wants to see and they think it’s genius to make us wait - even if it’s wrong, even if it is exhausting and painful for us. I’m just gonna keep in mind this quote from Love Actually and choose to believe in it:

“the thing about romance is people only get together right at the very end”

Of course all of this is just my opinion and a way for me to exteriorise how I feel, maybe I’m completely mistaken on everything. Also I know we all have a lot of feelings right now but let’s please just agree to disagree ♡

#caryl #caryl positivity #carol peletier #daryl dixon

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imaginetonprincecharmant · 3 years

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2020 Year in Review

Rules: answer some questions about 2020 and tag some people!

Tagged by @together-is-my-favourite-place thank youu so much and again happy new year to you ♥♥ !

Top Five Four Films you watched in 2020:

1. The Croods 2. Inception 3. Tenet 4. Clueless 5. Secret Society of Second-Born Royals

Top Five TV Shows in 2020:

1. Julie and the Phantoms 2. Avatar : The Last Air Blender 3. Merlin 4.How to get away with murder (the final omg 😭) 5. Supernatural (beacuase i choose to ignore the last 2 epsiodes ugh)

+ mention special to the 100 one of my fav show but s7 make it so atrocious 😭

Top Five Songs/Albums of 2020: