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love is us in every universe… + extra alt below
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7 Sacred Stones Characters~
Still going strong 💪 Wish they would announce a remake or something one day, I used to play this game on the Virtual Console on my wiiu LOL
#Fire Emblem Sacred Stones#fe ephraim#fire emblem ephraim#fe eirikia#fire emblem eirika#fe artur#fe franz#fe tethys#fe marisa#fe lyon#and a tiny knoll#my art#My Drawings
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Fire Emblem Sibling Duo Tournament: Round 1 - Match 12
Propaganda for both duos under cut:
Xander & Camilla:
Step up to take care of their siblings in Garon’s absence, both incredibly attentive caring for their other siblings, able to confide in each other when Xander struggles to be fully open with his other younger siblings
Franz & Forde:
They have a great and wholesome relationship. Forde raised Franz after their parents died and its obvious how much they love each other. They know the other very well to the point where Franz is the only one who sees/ notices that Forde isn't just lazy and carefree at all. Their interactions/ supports are really cute too.
They are my comfort FE characters
#fire emblem#fe sibling duo tournament#polls#fire emblem fates#fire emblem sacred stones#xander#camilla#franz#forde#round 1
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Y es que soy como de piedra, soy como mi propia losa sepulcral, no hay resquicio alguno para la duda o la fe, para el amor o para la repulsión, para el coraje o el miedo, en concreto o en general, solo vive una vaga esperanza, pero no mejor que las inscripciones de las losas sepulcrales. Casi ninguna de las palabras que escribo concuerda con la otra, oigo cómo las consonantes rozan unas contra otras con un ruido metálico y las vocales cantan como negros en la feria. Mis dudas se agrupan en círculo alrededor de cada una de las palabras, pero ¡qué va!, la palabra no la veo en lo absoluto, me la invento. Y esa no sería la mayor de las desdichas, solo que entonces tendría que inventar palabras capaces de aventar el olor a cadáver en una dirección tal que ese olor no nos diera enseguida en la cara a mí y al lector.
—Franz Kafka, entrada del 15 de diciembre de 1910, en Diarios. Edición íntegra que incluye los Diarios de viaje. Traducción de Joan Parra y Andrés Sánchez Pascual.
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Chapter 12: λ (pt. 2)
Pairing: dottore x angel!reader
Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor
CW: Violence
Word count: 3.0k
A/N: Chapters may come out slower than usual. I am working on a virtual convention called Fatui Con. It's going to be a completely free, fan event on Discord dedicated to the Fatui Harbingers. If you want to join, you can do so here. Though not explicitedly NSFW, it's 18+ only.
“Xinyue Kiosk. You truly know how to treat your guests correctly,” The Mondstadt man speaks, an arrogant smile on his slightly upturned face. He wears a tidy, navy suit with round glasses that rest on his pointed nose. The unfamiliar man sits with a group of other similarly dressed men, all staring intently at Baihu, who sits at the head of the table. Baihu laughs, raising his glass of wine. Out of the corner of his eye, Dottore sees that detestable smirk of his.
“Please. A block reservation is easy for someone of my status.”
Dottore raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t turn towards them as he continues to pretend to work. However, he’s intently listening to the group’s conversation. The normally formidable Doctor’s appearance is much different now. He wears a velvet red garment with a tight collar around his neck. His now brown hair is slicked back neatly. The only aspect of him that Dottore can’t change with basic alchemy is his eyes- crimson and sharp as they always were.
He’d taken the identity of a waiter that was assigned to work tonight’s shift at Xinyue Kiosk. The actual waiter was very willing to take the night off-- Dottore didn’t even have to dispose of him. He’d even willingly given Dottore his uniform and a follicle of oily, brown hair. Whether it was out of fear for this strange Doctor or relief that the overworked service worker finally got a night off, Dottore isn’t sure-- nor did he really care. All he needed was those two things to create the perfect disguise.
“The Financial Director is a lousy tipper anyways. Nobody wants to work when he reserves the restaurant,” The waiter had grumbled as he handed the neatly folded clothes to the Doctor.
“Franz, why are you watching me so intently?” Baihu muses as he takes another sip of deep, red liquid.
The man chuckles. “You just seem to be enjoying our wine so much. That means you’ll approve its import into Liyue so you can relish more of it, yes?”
Though, they need to get on with this bore of a meeting. After all, the potion won’t last long.
“Patience. We haven’t even started eating and you already want an answer,” Baihu replies, swishing his drink lazily within the confines of the crystal glass.
“We’ve been waiting nearly six months worth of dinners, Financial Director,” Franz snaps. His eyebrows furrow as he points accusingly at Baihu. “I feel we are owed an answer now.”
Baihu sighs, delicately setting down his glass.
“Oh, you Lawrence Clan members are so impatient. Very well, let’s discuss then,” Baihu states, leaning back.
“Finally!” Franz Lawrence declares, gesturing as he speaks. “As we’ve been saying, we simply want to share Mondstadt’s specialty with the people of Liyue. Dandelion wine is already popular in your region with so many Liyue officials crossing borders for just a taste.”
Dottore makes a face.
Augh. Dandelion wine.
“And I would approve of yours when the Ragnvindr Clan’s wine company is much more lucrative because…?” Baihu replies.
Franz’s expression once again darkens.
“Because we are willing to personally pay you a hefty sum,” He growls. “Don’t act as if you haven’t taken our bribe already.”
“A bribe? I thought that was a gift,” Baihu says. He tilts his head, giving the haughty man a half-smile. “But if it was a bribe as you said, then I suppose I can take it into account-- out of mere kindness. I will approve of your imports… with a cut of its profits.”
The financial director folds his arms.
“80%.”
Franz chokes on his own wine. He sputters as he quickly sets down the glass. After a few seconds of coughing violently, he glares at Baihu, his face as red as the wine they’re drinking.
“80%? You can’t possibly be serious!”
"Be grateful it's not 85%. After all, you interrupted my dinner for an expedited answer,” Baihu clicks his tongue.
“Aww, what is that face? Please don’t throw a temper tantrum in front of my meal, now.”
Franz slams his fist on the table with a loud bam. He stands up quickly, the legs of his chair screeching painfully against the wooden floor.
“You’d do best to watch your tongue, Director! Let me remind you who I am-”
It’s then that the suited man suddenly keels over, clasping his stomach and falling with a loud thud. His comrades jump up, circling him as they look at Franz then at one another in surprise and concern. Franz coughs into his palm, looking in fear at the reddish stain it leaves.
“Archons…”
Baihu calmly stands up, picking up his cane and slowly approaching the struggling man as he casually twirls it in his hand.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t see through your little plan? I had our waiter swap our wine glasses when you weren’t looking, “ Baihu leans down. His face is almost sympathetic, if not for the sadistic glint in his lilac eyes. “Killing me wouldn’t have helped you, you know. I can only chalk it up to childish retaliation for not getting what you want.
Dottore smirks, watching this unfold.
Finally, things are getting interesting.
Dottore looks at his reflection in the silver platter on the table in front of him. His brown hair now has a greenish tint as the potion’s effects slowly fade.
I really should work on improving this.
It’s fine, though. All he needs is an opportunity to shift this situation to his favor.
Baihu looks down at a wildly coughing Franz with utter disdain. He rubs his temples.
“I never liked posh folks like you. People who come from wealth, their success already written in the stars by the gods. Worms like you expect others to simply bend to your whims, Baihu comments. “It looks like the Lawrence Clan will lose another member. How unfortunate… for them.”
“You…. you dirty cheater…” Franz chokes out. “You’re one to talk. Street scum like you shouldn’t be able to rise to such positions. You don’t have any worth to your name, no respect, no dignity.”
Franz coughs, blood and saliva splattering against the brown wood floor. He glares at Baihu once more.
“Well, if I’m to die, then I’ll take you down with me,” Franz points at Baihu, his Clan members turning towards the financial director. “Kill him.”
Baihu laughs. “Come now, there isn’t any meaning for that-”
Now.
What pristine timing these businessmen have. As the Doctor appears from the shadow, his appearance slowly reverts back to his true self. Dottore slowly approaches the table, clapping slowly.
“Gentlemen. There’s no reason to ruin a fine establishment like this with such a useless struggle,” He says. “It’s as that insufferable banker says, there is no meaning for this.”
Baihu narrows his eyes as he turns towards Dottore.
“And the Harbinger once again makes his presence. How quaint. Please don’t tell me the Fatui are involved with this as well.”
Dottore laughs as he saunters towards Baihu.
“Tsk. Don't jump to conclusions. I wouldn't dream of attacking you so unceremoniously .”
One of the men suddenly brandishes their sword, lunging at Baihu in an attempt to take advantage of the director’s momentary distraction. However, before he can impale Baihu, Dottore snaps his fingers and one of his mechanical objects immediately stabs the assailant with needle-like precision. He falls to the ground with a bloodcurdling scream. Dottore grins as he comes face to face with Baihu, shrugging nonchalantly.
“On the contrary, I’m willing to save your worthless life.”
Baihu’s glasses flash dangerously.
“I don’t need your help, Harbinger .”
With that, Baihu grips his cane, unsheathing the long sword hidden within the black exterior. As another Clan member attacks Baihu, he uses the shaft of his weapon to stop the steel blade from slashing at his face. He throws the man back, impaling him once before coldly stepping back.
Dottore looks amused.
“Look at that. The banker can fight!” The Doctor waves his hand. “Though, 8 against 1 is quite unfavorable odds. A 1 to 4 fight is so much easier, no?”
Baihu grits his teeth.
“Are you simply going to commentate on this? Or are you going to help me as you said?”
“Maybe, maybe not. I prefer a good show-- and seeing you die to such lowly ruffians would be quite entertaining,” Dottore laughs. “But if you were to rethink the Jester’s proposal…”
Baihu glares at Dottore. Despite this fight being far from over, he is already panting, his glasses slightly lopsided, his long, black hair falling over his irritated face. Baihu points his sword at Dottore.
“Tch. You'd wager my life for something like that?”
“Let's call it a simple quid quo pro, hm?”
Baihu scowls. But, he shakes his head, a small smirk forming on his face.
“Hmph. Fine. Maybe I underestimated you. You'd do well in the business world with that callousness.”
“Callousness? This is only simple logic, Mr. Zhang.”
The rest of the men circle them, readying to attack like a pack of stray dogs. Baihu’s grip tightens on his sword. Dottore readies his weapons. He tilts his head, gazing at Baihu with glinting, crimson eyes.
“I should add, banker, if you double cross me, I’ll make sure my assistant isn’t around to stop me from killing you.”
Baihu gives a wry laugh.
“You needn’t worry about that. I am shrewd, but I am still a man of my word.”
Dottore smirks. The two men stand back to back, weapons drawn.
“Then let’s kill some businessmen, shall we?”
“I am surprised you didn’t kill him.”
The sun shines in the sky once again-- a mere half a day from the antics of the previous night. Dottore already relayed the details to you last night. After all, it wasn’t long after he returned to your room that you awoke from the stench of fresh blood on his clothes.
You still can’t quite stand it.
You say as you walk besides Dottore, making your way back to the financial director’s office to finalize the details on the Fatui’s proposal. Dottore wanted you to stay at the inn, but you insisted on going. You’re unsure why he was so adamant upon you not seeing the financial director. You’re sure that Baihu would not attempt such an act again-- not after the Doctor was so merciful as to save his life yesterday.
I’m not sure I will restrain the Doctor from murdering him if he does try though.
As you ponder this, you can feel the small bites and marks on your neck and shoulder weighing on your skin as you think of Dottore’s surprising possessiveness towards you.
“It’s as you said, a dead man cannot accept a deal,” Dottore replies.
“Yes,” You turn towards him. “You should have woken me up, though. It was dangerous to go alone.”
Dottore scoffs.
“Why? I am capable of handling myself just fine.”
“But you’re still recovering from that fall-”
Dottore’s lips purse into a thin line.
“You’re underestimating me once again, little birdie,” The Doctor’s tone is oddly sharp as he abruptly interrupts you. “I’m a harbinger, not a pathetic child that needs someone fussing about them. You’d do well to remember who is the superior here.”
“I…” You pause, before nodding. “I understand.”
I am only worried about your safety.
I just want to be there to protect you.
…What a silly desire.
You walk in tense silence. You wonder if he is angry at you. However, as you once again pass the stone stairs that overlook Liyue Harbor, it’s him that now gazes upon the festivities preparing below. For a moment, you both stand there, watching. The sound of chattering, shouting, and the harbor fill the empty silence.
“Tonight is the first night of Lantern Rite Festival,” Dottore notes.
“Is it now?”
“Would you like to stay for a bit and see?”
You look at the Doctor. He refuses to turn towards you.
Is this… his way of apologizing for snapping at you?
You tilt your head curiously.
“I…”
It’s then that you notice a very tall woman walking towards you. She wears her platinum blonde hair in a complicated style that flows over her shoulder. An intricate, crowned mask covers her right eye.
She’s absolutely beautiful in the coldest way.
Her steely gray eye gazes almost amusedly at the Doctor.
“Dottore. What a coincidence.”
“Rosalyne. What are you doing here?” Dottore asks, his voice taut.
The woman raises an eyebrow.
“I did not know I needed your approval to enjoy Lantern Rite,” She states frigidly.
“Cut the antics, Fair Lady,” Dottore frowns, crossing his arms. “You and I both know you wouldn’t travel so far for a little party.”
Fair Lady?
So this is the other Harbinger that Dottore had spoken of.
“Always straight to business with you,” The Harbinger teases.
“I do not engage in idiotic small talk.”
Rosalyne laughs humorlessly at that.
“Well then allow me to explain,” She hums. “I heard about the Jester’s task for you and I just knew you’d spoil a deal as important as this, so I took the initiative to ensure success.”
Dottore clenches his fist. You turn towards him and can see he’s furious.
“He already signed the proposal?”
Rosalyne gives a small laugh.
“Correction: my proposal,” She smiles in a tauntingly dispassionate manner, waving off Dottore’s growing anger with a delicate flick of her wrist. “You catch much more flies with honey than vinegar, Doctor. Bankers are no different.”
You quickly realize why Dottore is so angry.
“You had no right to take credit for our work,” You say quietly. “The Doctor already got him to accept the deal.”
The Fair Lady swiftly turns to you. She looks you up and down as if studying you for the sole purpose of picking you apart. Her eyes narrow.
“And who gave you permission to speak to me?” She chides.
Dottore’s head quickly turns back to her.
“Why would she need permission? As my assistant, she’s above you, number eight ,” He snaps, finally losing his temper.
“Tsk. Down, boy. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Rosalyne folds her arms, rolling her eyes. Despite her annoyed tone, a mocking smile displays on her pale face.
“You vapid b-”
“There’s no need for such animosity,” Rosalyne states. “And there’s no need to continue this conversation. I will be taking my leave now.” The Harbinger walks past him, slightly turning her head.
“I’ll see you again, Second. Have fun with your new pet .”
Rosalyne sweeps past you, giving you one last look of obvious distaste as she does. The Fair Lady quickly disappears in the crowded pavilion. You realize how tense you are.
What an awful lady. Are all the harbingers this unhinged?
“Doctor-”
Dottore let out a harsh, angry breath before grabbing your hand. Without another word, he flies across the square, dragging you once more through the financial district and bursting through the director’s door with a loud crash.
Baihu looks up from the papers he’s reading. He looks a bit shocked but doesn’t rise from his seat.
“I thought you weren’t one to go back on your word,” Dottore snarls, his hands slamming against the desk’s surface as he leans angrily in Baihu’s face. As you stand behind the Doctor, half of you expects Dottore to grab Baihu and start shaking him violently.
Baihu sighs, setting down his papers. He calmly adjusts his glasses as he looks at the irate man. The financial director leans in his chair, fingers clasped together.
“I’m not. I signed the Jester’s proposal just as I promised,” Baihu calmly replies. “I never said who I’d sign with. Your fellow colleague just had a more persuasive offer than you did.”
“More persuasive than saving your menial life?” Dottore growls.
“Oh please,” Baihu glowers at the enraged Doctor. “Are you always this difficult to work with? If so, I may actually regret taking your Rosalyne’s offer since we’re to be very close associates now.”
Dottore stiffens. He steps back a bit.
“Explain.”
“Well, my term as Liyue's financial director is ending soon. When that happens, I will be in charge of Snezhnaya’s branch here,” Baihu utters. “Or, the Northland Bank as our superior has named it. Though I must say, ‘The Regrator’ is quite a pretentious title…”
“You don’t mean-”
Baihu’s lips turn into a smile.
“It’s a pleasure to work with you, fellow Harbinger.”
Another tense silence. You look at Dottore then at Baihu. Your eyes accidentally lock and you quickly look away.
Baihu chuckles as he finally stands. He walks towards you, a small smile on his face. It’s almost genuine-- and not as predatory like the day before. Still, you’re wary of the bespectacled man. Your wings ruffle nervously as he looks down at you. Your hand almost goes towards the dagger at your belt.
If he tries to kiss you again, you won’t need the Doctor to attack him for you.
“I must apologize to you for my behavior yesterday, my dear. Quite lowly actions on my part. I merely wanted to avoid signing that deal so preemptively and needed a distraction,” Baihu explains. “All is fair in love and Mora, after all.”
“Baihu.”
Baihu turns towards Dottore, who has an emotionless gaze on his masked face.
The financial director smiles innocently.
“Yes, Dottore?”
“Though the results of this little… experiment are unprecedented, I am actually quite pleased that you are to be a Harbinger.”
Dottore reaches out his hand. Baihu chuckles.
“Same. I’m relieved that there are no hard feelings between us,” He replies as he shakes Dottore’s hand.
“Because now I do not have to charade professionalism around you anymore.”
“What-”
With that, Dottore pulls the surprised financial director towards him by the hand. In one fluid motion, he doesn’t hesitate as he punches Baihu directly in his face. The director’s glasses fly off his face, skittering to the ground. Baihu drops to the floor. As he slowly sits up, groaning, you see his crooked nose, a thin stream of blood already running down his chin. It’s definitely broken. You’d feel bad for him if he hadn’t been asking for it.
Dottore looks down at the fallen man.
“Welcome to the Fatui, banker.”
With that he turns towards you, a cocky grin drawls on his face as he stretches his gloved hand out once more.
“Shall we enjoy the Lantern Rite Festival, my dear?”
You take his hand, a small smile can’t help but play on your lips.
“Yes, Doctor.”
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#fic: dead doves do not mourn#dottore#dottore x fem!reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact#cross posted on ao3#pantalone
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FE popularity polls
I mean he’s there
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Tagged by @localbisexualgenius
Three ships (ooh yeah babey yuri time)
Selena x Camilla (FE)
Ema x Franziska (AA)
Midari x Yuriko (Kakegurui)
Last film
The fnaf movie :3 (not much of a movie person but I try)
Currently watching
Dragula Season 5 (THROB ZOMBIE THROB ZOMBIE THR- *BANGS FISTS ON TABLE*)
Current read
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (about once a year I read half of it than start over a year later)
Currently consuming
Pokémon White 2, Erika Klash streams, hyperpop, and whatever nutrients I get from chewing the inside of my mouth >w<
Currently craving
A gallon of fake blood 👍
I'll tag @lyndsirose @myukuw and @thymeloop if any of you 3 want to do this ^w^ (or if you see this and you need an excuse to do it feel free to tag me ;3c)
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I am genuinely so fucking pissed off at the supposed reports of Nyck possibly just losing his seat mid-season because the implications of this are daming to all future rookies.
Let's look at the facts:
- Nyck is in his late 20s. He wrote off F1 a long time ago because it was never possible due to the money.
- Nyck just came from FE, a series that requires a completely different driving style while also allowing much closer and more intense fighting.
- One race does not mean anything. His results last year should be seen as an outline more than anything.
- Alpha Tauri is arguably the worst car on the grid. With virtually no qualy or race pace and many issues in that team, the only one close to batting they are is maybe a Haas on a bad day.
- Alpha Tauri also just seems to be at a lose of why that is. With growing frustration from Yuki, Franz seemingly leaving and calling the team out, it's chaos there.
- Yuki has had two seasons to learn not only how to lead a team but also to develope at a driver in a much more competitive car. To add to that a seemingly better mental health it's no wonder he seems to be the better driver of the two.
- Unless chaos happens it is quiet literally not possible for the APs to be fighting anywhere that isn't P15. With RedBull leading, AM/Mercedes and Ferrari being in the fight behind that, McLaren catching up, Alpine being a midfield team and both Williams drivers now growing (Logan mostly) the top 14 are literally secured. Add to that the better qualy pace of the Haas and Alfa Romeo being bad but seemingly always around 16th, the guaranteed position is basically anything between 20 and 18.
- There is no fight for points. With Yuki barely being able to score and most teams taking a step forward that quiet literally is no fight for points or any championship standing that Alpha Tauri is in. They have no competitor. Their only goal should be to figure out what is wrong with their car.
With a new driver coming in they are taking even further of a step back because he won't be able to tell what's wrong seeing as he first needs to get used to the car. They would affectively take away their only goal this year.
I can't underline how stupid this is and how disrespectful it is to Nyck who literally left a series where he fought for points, maybe even podiums. I am not blaming Alpha for being bad but I am blaming them for not even giving Nyck a season. I blame them for continuing to be shitshow with this potential decision.
But most importantly don't you understand how big this is for any future rookies? The implications that once someone isn't good enough in a shit car they could just be kicked out after like 10 races?
Do you not realise how big this is? The consequences this can carry?
The added pressure to already stressed rookies?
The suggestion that just because someone had a good race once they are expected to be at the top of their game eventhough they have basically 0 experience?
To hint that any second a reserve could come in to take your seat without even being given a true chance to show yourself?
This is awful. This is showing people that F1 isn't worth it. This is incredibly damaging to a series that already makes it impossible for rookies to have a chance. This is denying rookies any promise of an actual chance.
This goes beyond Nyck or Alpha Tauri. It sends the message that drivers can just be replaced like that's going to magically fix a fundamental car/team problem. It dehumanises the driver and makes them seem like a mere broken part that needs to be exchanged when the entire car is falling apart.
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Finished the doll! Franz from Fire emblem 8. My favourite little FE blorbo
#fire emblem#I love him#I might turn him into a keychain so I can carry him with me at all time on my backpack#but then Id have to take Robin off...#hm...#maybe Ill put him in my car then#anyway next project is a blanket for my mother's birthday
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Sluternand|Slutternand: A gender related to nightclubs, gender nonconformity, red lipstick, dark magenta lipstick, dancing, being slutty, red plaid skirts/kilts, combat boots, mesh croptops, football jersey croptops, fishnet stockings, whiskey, charcoal grey pencil eyeliner, late night, moonlight, partying, kissing, leather clothes, clothes with studs, slutty butch clothes, slutty femme clothes, slutty futch clothes, slutty clothes in general, and gender fuckery. This gender may also be related to the songs Somebody Told My by The Killers and/or Michael by Franz Ferdinand, though it doesn’t have to. Some also may experience this gender through an Eroscoitus lens/as an Eroscoitus gender, though that won’t apply to all users. This gender may be a butch, femme, futch, Azurgirl, Azurboy, Rosgirl, and/or Rosboy term for some, though that won’t apply to everyone.
The name is a mix of slut, er from The Killers, and nand from Franz Ferdinand
The colors are inspired by the Azurgirl, Azurboy, Rosgirl, and Rosboy flags and common colors in flags for butch, femme, and futch genders
This was for the twenty-third day of my coining event! Prompt: Somebody Told Me (The Killers) // Michael (Franz Ferdinand)
Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽
Pronouns:
Butch/Butch/Butches/Butches/Butchself
Char/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoals/Charcoalself
Charcoal/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoals/Charcoalself
Fe/Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmeself
Fe/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Fem/Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmeself
Fem/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Femm/Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmeself
Femm/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Fran/Franz/Franz/Franzes/Franzself
Franz/Franz/Franz/Franzes/Franzself
Franz/Franz/Franzes/Franzes/Franzself
Fuck/Fuck/Fucker/Fuckers/Fuckerself
Fuck/Fuck/Fucker/Fuckers/Fuckself
Fut/Futch/Futch/Futches/Futchself
Fut/Futch/Futches/Futches/Futchself
Futch/Futch/Futches/Futches/Futchself
Gra/Gray/Grays/Grays/Grayself
Gray/Gray/Grays/Grays/Grayself
Grey/Grey/Greys/Greys/Greyself
Kil/Kilt/Kilts/Kilts/Kiltself
Kill/Killers/Killer/Killers/Killersself
Killer/Killers/Killer/Killers/Killersself
Killers/Killers/Killer/Killers/Killersself
Kilt/Kilt/Kilts/Kilts/Kiltself
Red/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself
Slut/Slut/Sluts/Sluts/Slutself
Stud/Stud/Studs/Studs/Studself
Whis/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself
Whisk/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself
Whiskey/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself
Names:
Buck
Butch
Charlie
Cole
Ero
Eros
Franz
Gray
Grey
Jersey
Michael
Mike
Mikey
Nox
Red
Rose
Ross
Roz
Stud
Netty
Whiskey
#Sluternand#Slutternand#minors dni#sexuogender#liom after dark#mogai after dark#cre coining event#Franzinandgender#Killersgender#azurboy#azurgirl#rosgirl#rosboy
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doodlin
#fanart#fire emblem#fe8#fe4#magvel#jugdral#genealogy of the holy war#fe sacred stones#fe seliph#fe franz#fe julius
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CYL8 Nerding - Internal Top 20 (Akaneia - Tellius)
I think I usually count to the top 25 but I forgot about that until the last moment this year, whops
anyway, here's this year's best voted within their own continuities -- for Akaneia, Valentia, Jugdral, Elibe, Magvel and Tellius. the remainder will be up on another post soon!
AKANEIA
(previous winners: Marth)
#1: Caeda (1542 votes)
#2: Catria (979 votes)
#3: akaneia!Tiki (752 votes; 1658 with TMS #FE!Tiki)
#4: Minerva (585 votes)
#5: Katarina (503 votes)
#6: Palla (441 votes)
#7: Navarre (421 votes)
#8: Ogma (383 votes)
#9: Merric (324 votes)
#10: Linde (288 votes)
#11: Clarisse (281 votes)
#12: m!Kris (277 votes; 476 with f!Kris)
#13: Camus (270 votes; 418 with Zeke, Sirius)
#14: Gordin (252 votes)
#15: Wrys (236 votes)
#16: Jeorge (232 votes)
#17: Xane (225 votes)
#18: Aran (222 votes)
#19: f!Kris (199 votes)
#20: Michalis (192 votes)
VALENTIA
(previous winners: Celica, Alm)
#1: Berkut (1342 votes)
#2: Catria (979 votes)
#3: Delthea (508 votes)
#4: Mae (472 votes)
#5: Palla (441 votes)
#6: Rinea (355 votes)
#7: Faye (345 votes)
#8: Clair (257 votes)
#9: Kliff (251 votes)
#10: Lukas (230 votes)
#11: Genny (223 votes)
#12: Python (216 votes)
#13: Saber (199 votes)
#14: Sonya (174 votes)
#15: Jesse (167 votes)
#16: Conrad (141 votes)
#17: Leon (128 votes)
#18: Mathilda (122 votes)
#19: Gray (119 votes)
#20: Silque (118 votes)
=JUGDRAL
(previous winners: Seliph)
#1: Sigurd (8058 votes)
#2: Leif (5855 votes)
#3: Finn (1245 votes)
#4: Reinhardt (1242 votes)
#5: Ayra (902 votes)
#6: Julia (780 votes)
#7: Ishtar (689 votes)
#8: Arvis (583 votes)
#9: Larcei (429 votes)
#10: Eldigan (428 votes)
#11: Mareeta (331 votes)
#12: Linoan (323 votes)
#13: Lachesis (295 votes)
#14: Lewyn (293 votes)
#15: Deirdre (275 votes)
#16: Oifey (256 votes)
#17: Homer (239 votes)
#18: Ced (232 votes)
#19: Olwen (230 votes)
#20: Julius (222 votes)
ELIBE
(previous winners: Lyn, Roy, Hector, Eliwood)
#1: Lilina (2519 votes)
#2: Sonia (2272 votes)
#3: Nino (1769 votes) (nice)
#4: Ninian (1218 votes)
#5: Athos (630 votes)
#6: Lloyd (558 votes)
#7: Idunn (462 votes)
#8: Fae (441 votes)
#9: Sophia (380 votes)
#10: Fir (371 votes)
#11: Wolt (364 votes)
#12: Florina (357 votes)
#13: Lucius (326 votes)
#14: Rutger, also Igrene (322 votes)
#15: Matthew (307 votes)
#16: Raven (262 votes)
#17: Shanna (261 votes)
#18: Nergal (255 votes)
#19: Serra (244 votes)
#20: Canas (243 votes)
MAGVEL
(previous winners: Ephraim, Eirika)
#1: Lyon (3475 votes)
#2: L'Arachel (793 votes)
#3: Seth (700 votes)
#4: Marisa (611 votes)
#5: Myrrh (597 votes)
#6: Lute (567 votes)
#7: Joshua (428 votes)
#8: Garcia (356 votes)
#9: Amelia (326 votes)
#10: Franz (323 votes)
#11: Tana (276 votes)
#12: we die like Glen (246 votes)
#13: we also die like Ismaire (234 votes)
#14: Cormag (201 votes)
#15: Forde (195 votes)
#16: Innes (194 votes)
#17: Moulder (177 votes)
#18: Knoll (148 votes)
#19: Ross (127 votes)
#20: Valter (122 votes)
TELLIUS
(previous winners: Ike, Micaiah, Soren)
#1: Black Knight (5084 votes; 5831 with Zelgius)
#2: Elincia (3533 votes)
#3: Mia (2637 votes)
#4: Nephenee (1548 votes)
#5: Stefan (913 votes)
#6: Altina (773 votes)
#7: Zelgius (747 votes)
#8: Tormod (739 votes)
#9: Ranulf (709 votes)
#10: Edward (660 votes)
#11: Mist (621 votes)
#12: Titania (530 votes)
#13: Volug (482 votes)
#14: Tibarn (469 votes) (nice)
#15: Boyd (418 votes)
#16: Shinon (411 votes)
#17: Sothe (392 votes)
#18: Ilyana (369 votes) (nice)
#19: Sanaki (353 votes)
#20: Leonardo (350 votes)
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Fire Emblem Sibling Duo Tournament: Losers Round 1 - Match 6
Propaganda for both duos under cut:
Leif & Altena:
even separated their whole lives, one look at her little brother and Altena knows he isn’t lying and knows they’re family
Franz & Forde:
They have a great and wholesome relationship. Forde raised Franz after their parents died and its obvious how much they love each other. They know the other very well to the point where Franz is the only one who sees/ notices that Forde isn't just lazy and carefree at all. Their interactions/ supports are really cute too.
They are my comfort FE characters
#fe sibling duo tournament#fire emblem#polls#poll tournament#fire emblem genealogy of the holy war#fire emblem thracia 776#fire emblem sacred stones#leif faris claus#altena#franz#forde
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the trivialities of human existence (part one: puerile meanderings)
"The Universe is a yawning chasm, filled with emptiness and the puerile meanderings of sentience."
Pictured: a multidimensional space jellyfish. Art by onikafei
Back when I heard Ulyaoth utter this cryptic phrase while playing Eternal Darkness on my GameCube in my precocious (and heavily indoctrinated) late teen years, certain thoughts did come to mind, yet its gravity did not manifest itself until much, much later.
Little did I know that the story of my very existence would be carved from a quote from a Lovecraftian survival-horror game.
We don't mean a damn thing, even though many of us believe the contrary.
How many of you have grown up reinforced with the idea, whether through parents, friends, or anyone, that you are a unique snowflake and have immense inherent value due to your humanity? That you are irreplaceable, or that we're individually "fearfully and wonderfully made" by an unseen infinite and emotionally unstable dude, who also somehow cares about your particular situation on a speck of dust in the middle of the universe?
If only due to your genetic encoding, yes, you are, by default, "unique", as any being of sentience is, and once you have sentience, you do have a right as an individual to live whichever life deemed fit until you no longer have it. That said, you are not special. You're just ... you.
Pictured: a sea of bipedal organisms somewhere on Earth, rendered in glorious 1p. Image credit: WIQN
"But Mom told me I'm special!"
As of November 15, 2022, the Earth's population has ballooned to 8 billion people, and has increased by a whopping one billion people in the span of 12 years. For an even more mind-blowing perspective, our population in 1950 was only 2.5 billion people, and remained below 1 billion until 1804. It has been projected that our population will cease to grow in 2086, once it has reached approximately 10.4 billion. This near-real-time perpetually adjusting population growth calculator fascinatingly illustrates this statistic.
Pictured: instant gratification. Image credit: FE News
The thing to understand is that, despite this being an age of instantaneous data sharing and social media exploitation, it is exponentially more difficult to truly stand out, especially since you're having to do amongst a vast ocean of ever-increasing billions with accesses to the same platforms. Even if you are not a completely average person and do possess some remarkable attributes and work hard at your craft, the overwhelming likelihood is that your capabilities will fly under the radar unless you encounter a particular set of circumstances that propel your craft to another level, or your work is so far beyond anything anyone has seen that you have no choice but to become lionised. Even still, exceptionality is no guarantee that you will see success in your lifetime: history- and genre-defining icons such as Vincent van Gogh and Franz Kafka left this ethereal plane almost completely unrecognised, and their legacies consist nearly entirely of posthumous recognition.
"I am a legacy" -Kendrick Lamar
Pictured: me, taken by me, edited by me, and uploaded to this article written by me, Clayton Jones Images.
There is a lot of "legacy" talk: it seems that, whether subconsciously or not, many have come to terms with their own insignificance within this mortal coil; they seek desperately to carve out their own niche within the annals of history, despite having done nothing noteworthy and befitting of remembrance. To this end, they typically relegate this task to their descendants, hoping they will somehow keep them alive for eternity (despite that not being their purposes, but I digress).
No, I didn't die in 2019. This is my dad's casket. For the love of everything, do not put me in a casket or hold a funeral for me, or I will haunt you.
Gone ... and totally forgotten
The uncomfortable reality is that, regardless of any efforts to the contrary, almost everyone, to include exceptionally wealthy or otherwise outstanding individuals, will be completely forgotten within around 2 or so generations (though this figure varies slightly). An infinitesimal amount of people are remembered throughout history, and even fewer are revered. You might be one in a million, but not in the Aaliyah way.
Many, understandably, want to feel as if they're a part of something greater -- to belong, whether in life or in death. Many defer to religion to provide this sense of greater meaning to what would otherwise be without; looking forward to a place such as heaven can provide them with a sense of hope, even if they inevitably just return to the place from whence they came, regardless of their circumstances. To that end (heh), the way that I have resolved to reconcile this apparent meaninglessness is to fill my fleeting existence with as many joyous and personally fulfilling experiences as possible before until I inevitably suck up more dirt than an excavator.
I seek only to create things as often as I am inspired, to travel this planet extensively, to learn new things, and to enjoy the company of those who I deem worthy of my time. Money is important if it is to create additional positive experiences, but peace of mind does not possess a price tag. If I am to be remembered in any way, let it be for the things I have created, and perhaps as an inspiration to live as one chooses.
Because life is fast, and it can pass you quickly before you have even had a chance to live it.
사진: 서울 남산제2호 터널
|the kid|
#life#puerile meanderings#clayton jones images#article#legacy#religion#theology#atheism#the trivialities of human existence#poetry#creative writing#korea#한국#eternal darkness
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*Cracks knuckles*
Time for propaganda!
Ok so. I love FE 8. Not for the plot (its good though). Not for the gameplay or any mechanics. I love it for these two.
Franz and Forde. Best siblings in FE history. You cannot change my mind. I have so many feelings about them.
Why do I love them so much you may ask? They are SO wholesome. Forde raised his younger brother after their parents both died when Franz was still very young. He was devastated because he loved his parents. He was still a child/ teen and had all of these new responsibilities. He probably didn't even know what to do. But he figured it out. For his brother. So that he will have a happy childhood. There is nothing more important to Forde than Franz.
And like they know each other better than anyone else. Everyone describes Forde as lazy and carefree. When he isnt. He is canonically a great fighter (even though this does not translate well in the game xD) but he is sleeping or painting on the battlefield. As you do. And no one gets why. It's stupid. It's dangerous. He has no reason to do so. Wrong. He isn't in danger when sleeping because he has a modified saddle so he won't fall off. And he is painting to study the terrain. Bro is smarter than anyone gives him credit for. And apparently Franz is the only one who knows this/ figured it out. Because Forde doesn't take any credit for it. He wants everyone to think he is useless, carefree and clumsy. To make them laugh and lighten up the mood during a war. He doesn't want others to be sad because he knows how horrible it is. And he has always been like that. When their dad was gone because of some missions or whatever and Franz was sad about it he tried to cheer him with his drawings.
What about Franz though you may wonder? He is SUCH a cute little bean. He wants to be a great knight like his brother and Seth. He is better than them gameplay wise. At least by far better than Forde and at least on par with Seth. He is helping everywhere he can. In every last support of his he just so *vague hand gestures* so adorable. Not a single mean cell in this boy's body. He literally recruited Amelia who was fighting for the enemy because he thought she somehow got caught in the battle and wanted to help her get to safety. (Kinda funny conversation btw) And then in their supports proceeds to teach her how to actually fight. They also have a paired ending togetehr. Puppy love at its finest.
ANYWAY I love Franz and Forde so much you can't even imagine. Faerghast made a half an hour long video about Forde btw. Like he such a well written (but sadly irrelevant and growth wise pretty much useless) character.
Here is the link in case youre interested: https://youtu.be/rairchPLY30
Ok enough propaganda. Have a nice day! 🙃
Hi there!!
This was such a delight to read. I can really tell how much you like these characters and it's lovely.
While I haven't played the game these two are from, reading about them has made me genuinely rather interested. It sucks that Forde may not be the best unit wise, which I imagine must limit chances to use him in battle, I'm glad his supports and the like seem to be quite good.
Will definitely have a look at Franz and Amelia's paired ending, it sounds incredibly cute. I'll also try and have a look at the video you linked, it sounds interesting and will allow me to learn more about Forde. They absolutely sound like incredible characters!!
I hope you have a lovely day too!! :3
#sparrow answers#littledragonkana#Franz and Forde beloveds#answering these has given me some characters to research :3
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Well, I just spent a few hours on this. Thanks, ADHD Hyperfixations. Anyways, here’s the general ages I came up with for the Three Frats AU relative to the 3H cast’s ages in the academy phase. Some are canon, others are modified canon, and others are straight up vibe guesses. I didn’t include any of the shapeshifters on here since they’re up in the air.
31+ - Vaida, Renault, Saber, Valbar, Gregor, Basilio, Flavia, Volke, Reina, Yukimura, Shura, Gilliam, basically anyone old enough to have their own kids or just obviously older than 30 something
30 - Arvis, Uther, Oswin, Hawkeye, Deen, Miriel, Libra, Shinon, Azama, Arthur (Fates)
29 - Aida, Pent, Louise, Dorcas, Isadora, Harken, Karla, Zeke, Stefan, Izana, Emmeryn, Gerik, Tethys
28 - Claud, Bartre, Natalie, Mathilda, Kamui, Fredrick, Virion, Sigrun, Gatrie, Xander, Saizo
27 - Beowulf, Lucius, Canas, Farina, Legault, Clive, Robin, Say'ri, Bastian, Heather, Tanith, Ryoma, Kagero, Scarlet, Glen (FE8)
26 - Balthus, Arden, Hector, Rath, Leila, Geitz, Karel, Lloyd, Linus, Sully, Cordelia, Kellam, Lon'qu, Calil, Rhys, Camilla, Orochi, Setsuna, Niles, Nyx, Benny
25 - Sigurd, Eldigan, Quan, Naoise, Ayra, Lewyn, Chulainn, Eliwood, Kent, Raven, Matthew, Dart, Fiora, Python, Forsyth, Sonia, Chrom, Vaike, Stahl, Cherche, Zihark, Lucia, Hinoka, Beruka, Peri, Joshua, Saleh, Cormag
24 - Edain, Brigid, Alec, Jamke, Lex, Sain, Lowen, Lukas, Leon, Jesse, Sumia, Gaius, Tharja, Geoffrey, Oscar, Jakob, Effie, Charlotte, Seth
23 - Deirdre, Tailitu, Azelle, Midir, Erinys, Wil, Heath, Ursula, Palla, Maribelle, Olivia, Henry, Kieran, Makalov, Kaze, Azura, Natasha, Glenn (3H), Rennac
22 - Mercedes, Lachesis, Lyn, Florina, Luthier, Lissa, Aran, Nephenee, Felicia, Flora, Rinkah, Silas, Syrene
21 - Jeritza, Byleth, Sylvia, Serra, Erk, Priscilla, Tatiana, Conrad, Ricken, Elincia, Marcia, Astrid, Boyd, Leo, Takumi, Oboro, Hinata, Artur, L'Arachel
20 - Hubert, Hapi, Catria, Atlas, Ike, Fiona, Jill, Mia, Lute, Innes, Knoll
19 - Sylvain, Yuri, Leonie, Finn, Dew, Guy, Rebecca, Silque, Berkut, Rinea, Fernand, Donnel, Pelleas, Ilyana, Tormod, Hana, Subaki, Mozu, Erika, Ephraim, Colm, Niemi, Forde, Kyle, Lyon
18 - Dorothea, Dedue, Raphael, Lorenz, Hilda, Constance, Monica, Jaffar, Gray, Faye, Clair, Mist, Soren, Hayato, Vanessa, Tana
17 - Edie, Dimi, Claude, Bernie, Ferdie, Felix, Ingrid, Marianne, Ignatz, Alm, Tobin, Celica, Mae, Sothe, Laura, Sakura, Elise
16 - Caspar, Linhardt, Ashe, Annette, Nino, Est, Boey, Genny, Leonardo, Meg, Ross
15 - Lysithea, Petra, Kliff, Edward, Franz
14 - Cyril, Oifey, Amelia, Ewan
13 - Delthea, Sanaki, Shannan
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You entering a trace and emerging with an age list of (I presume) every FE that you’ve ever played. It happens. I get it. (I do have to point out that Saizo and Kaze are twins, so maybe we split the difference on their estimates? 25? 26?)
Mostly however I am going to be thinking about the 13-year-olds tier. There is such powerful energy there. I don’t know what’s going to happen if you put the three of them in the same room, but I know it will be happening, and there is no force on all the continents that could stop them if they put their mind to something.
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