#evil!byleth

[emily-mooon]

It’s been awhile since I last made fanart for FE, but I ended up designing an outfit for Byleth, which then turned into me making her Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim.

#well kinda I guess #the three house leaders are definitely apart of the league of seven evil exes #fight me on this #drawing this reminded me how fun it is to draw f!byleth #my oldest hyperfixation meeting my newest hyperfixation #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #byleth eisner #female byleth

[butwhatifidothis]

You call it dangerous rhetoric, but Nabateans are not real. I don't think someone's attitude towards them should be used as an RL morality meter. That's typical anti thinking that equates opinions about fiction to RL opinions and politics. Edelstans do it too, like saying you are conservative or centrist and worse for liking Dimitri. The other problem is, that by calling these opinions about Nabateans Nazi stuff, you effectively water down what the term Nazi really means. Nazis threaten real people, not pixel dragons. It's the same problem with antis calling fictional romance and nsfw with underage characters "grooming" or "child p0r*n". It also waters down the very serious issue of CP featuring actual children. Call it gross, fine. But maybe only call Edelstans or any other Nabatean haters Nazis when they actually threaten RL people instead of fictional dragon people. People vilify and hate on various characters in gruesome ways all the time, but that's not the same as being a Nazi. Please stop watering down this serious issue just because you want to generate outrage at someone for having opinions about fictional characters that anger you.

anyway genocide is bad and people shouldn't try to justify it

#ask #anon #I'm not about to sit here and explain to you #why a person with authority saying that a race is ontologically oppressive and evil and deserve the genocide that happened to them #is not the same as someone calling a random Byleth x Student shipper a groomer or something similar in ridiculousness #because if you do not know the difference then you're too far gone and I am sorry for you

[deathbirby]

and the thing is he went through all that effort to screencap that person's post and he's STILL clearly wrong like it LITERALLY makes no sense for Rhea to both actually think Byleth is their own person who isn't Sothis AND expect them to "remember" memories that DON'T BELONG TO THEM or for her to say that she's been acting as a proxy for as long as she's been archbishop in BYLETH'S place and not SOTHIS' 😭😭😭

It's RIGHT there as well! Did he just not read the text or does he have the reading comprehension of a rock?

#raxytatortots #rhea deadass thinks byleth is their mom but amnesiac #but the loss of identity theory makes her more EVIL so they go for that

[steampoweredstrawberry]

In Fodlan, Sothis is recognized as the goddess with her children as Saints for the religion that grew around her. Her realm, though all encompassing, primarily is that of fertility, and she is largely considered a benevolent deity whose watch over Fodlan is largely a silent one. She does not smile upon her subjects, does not offer her hand or shine her light upon them when they pray to her, bent in reverence at her altars.

There is a darker aspect of her, however, a fragment born from pieces ripped from her bled and broken corpse when her practitioners no longer considered themselves faithful. Byleth, they call her, though she is also known by Ashen Demon, Fell Star, the Holy Demon. She serves as Sothis' shadow, her will corrupted into something perverse and obscene. In the primary Seirosi sects, she is regarded as a demon, a foil to the divine goddess who breathed life into Fodlan. And yet there are others, who worship in the shadows just as she rules in the shadows, who call her goddess.

The cult of the Holy Demon.

Largely forgotten due to passage of time and the Church of Seiros interfering in their worship, it no longer had a foothold in Fodlan, but it was not completely erased. Places of worship still remain, if buried under centuries of rubble and dust. Some even contained images of Byleth, looking both beautiful and frightening in all of her dark power. Finding any of these sites, however, would be nigh impossible, however. The Holy Demon is one of the Church's tightly kept secrets, sending their historians to find such sites so they could secure the land and destroy any altars or images that would suggest worship.

And that was what Dimitri was supposed to do.

He had served the Church dutifully, proved his allegiance enough that he was entrusted with such a secretive task. And yet, behind closed doors, he harbored doubt for the goddess within his heart. A goddess who sat on her throne in the heavens, merely content to watch and observe her subjects without shining her divine light onto them was not the goddess Dimitri had naively pledged himself to.

Still, he found himself there, among the rubble of what was once a temple. It looked nothing like Sothis' temples of old, all pure and white with sun-bleached stone. Those of the Holy Demon were built in the dark, hidden in caverns and other places where no one who wasn't seeking her would tread.

He hadn't known what to expect. A pile of stones that were once an altar, perhaps, with carvings that would indicate worship. Or, perhaps crude paintings upon the wall, rendered in blood and taking on a rust coloring with time.

An intact statue of the Holy Demon was not what he expected.

Seirosi scripture taught that she was the darker aspect or Sothis, and thus Dimitri expected her to be horrifying in the wake of Sothis' beauty. She was not a sorry sight, though. No, she was beautiful beyond description, so beautiful that Dimitri nearly fell to his knees and wept when he took in the sight of the stark marble, carved with such a careful hand that she looked like she might step off her pedestal. Never had he seen a woman as mesmerizing, as enchanting. Despite his better judgment, he reached out to her, felt the smooth marble of her thigh under his fingertips and shivered at how warm and pliant it was.

Like flesh.

And like she was made of flesh, she turned her gaze to him and smiled. It was like light poured from her, bathing Dimitri in her grace. His suffering was forgotten, her holy light cleansing him where Sothis could not. Sothis did not heed his prayers, did not care of his suffering. And yet, here stood before him a demon whose expression told him that she heard all, that her heart bled for him and she would grant him his heart's every desire if only he pledged himself to her.

He did kneel then, eyes turned up to her strange and terrible beauty as she sat before her in subjugation. When she regarded him, it was not with the cold indifference he expected from Sothis' dark aspect, but that of a love so pure that Dimitri felt as though his heart may burst.

Then, she extended her hand to him.

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimileth #byleth eisner #fanfic #drabble #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #Have some evil goddess Byleth silliness

[fore-seer]

FATES SUPPORT LOG IS COMPLETE. THE MISSION… THE NIGHTMARES… THEY’RE FINALLY OVER

#tactician's log #fates #eva plays fates #i can never let ANYTHING happen to this 3ds or my fates and awakening cartridges. i will not have enough free time to do this shit again #a very small evil part of me wants to do the 3h support log as well. i am resisting with everything i have #although it WOULD be easier since there are no child units. but it also wouldn’t be easier because i would have to tolerate 3h gameplay #plus i’d have to play through endgame for every byleth s support and ok yeah im not doing that

[danzafila]

also probably controversial, but. i wish all the people who bitch incessantly about female PCs getting preferential treatment for once in the world of video games a very stfu

#it's not even TRUE about the byleths. i highly doubt it'll be the case with the alears either #just bc the f!unit was the first to get into the gacha game doesn't negate all the ACTUAL game marketing putting the dude front and center #but also. i cannot tell you how little of a shit i give about representation in the fucking GACHA game vs. actual mainline games/marketing #like come back to me when they start treating the f!units as the default option/only face of the trailers and shit lol #tbc. this isn't directed at anyone just observing 'oh they forgot/left out m!alear!' #this is the people using that as a springboard to bitch about the evil gacha game being full of the womynz #(aka one of r/feh's favorite pastimes) #sto parlando #feh blogging or smth ig #general fe blogging tag

[fodlaneverafter]

FEA character mini-analyses: the house lords, rhea, and byleth

Here is part 3 of explaining why I cast characters the way I did in FEA (my ongoing 3H/EAH crossover fic)! Part 1, about the Black Eagles, is linked here, Part 2 on the Blue Lions is here, and Part 3 on the Golden Deer is here.

Now without further ado... let us begin!

Edelgard as Raven Queen: the biggest hurdle for writing El as Raven was--and honestly still is--the huge personality difference. While El is kind, she's not exactly... as nice? I also imagine her inner monologue to be a lot less insecure than Raven's, so I had to take some liberties on that front. Other than that, though, I can't think of any reason why Edelgard wouldn't be the leader of the Rebels--she's here to contest the system and make a real change. To echo her twin Crests, I tweaked Raven's destiny-bound magic so that El just has weaker magic than she should, and thus relies on spellcraft.

Dimitri as Apple White: I don't think Dimitri would actually be as in love with his story as Apple apparently is, but they share their obsession with duty and what I would call an intense fear of the unknown. Dimitri disagrees with El for exactly the same reasons as Apple disagrees with Raven--because of the disastrous consequences of division and unrest. Apple isn't hiding any demons in her head, though, so again we have some liberties at play. I thought having super-strength (echoing the Blaiddyd Crest) would be an interesting secret for Dimi to keep.

Claude as Madeline Hatter: Claude is the son of Alice here, but Alistair from the original show never did anything interesting and no one else deserves Maddie's iconic role. I couldn't make the Wonderland situation perfectly parallel to Almyrah, but I do want a spotlight on Claude's identity being split between Fódlan and Wonderland. Even though there are other Wonderlandians, he's the only one who is from both worlds--who has to be both logical and mad, but is never quite enough of each. Just, you know, the typical TCK experience. Oh, and talking to the Narrators is of huge importance too!

Yuri as Ramona Badwolf: I took some biiig liberties with this one. Yuri is not related to Bernadetta, but he has the Badwolf name because Mr. Badwolf needed to hide his marriage to Red while still preserving the story's future somehow. I never liked the idea of him having another child, so I thought it'd be cool to mess up some succession laws and have Yuri--the only house lord in the game who didn't come from a wealthy background--"fight" for his destiny by beating all the other Wolfs to it.

Rhea as Milton Grimm: well this is a no-brainer! I'm still smoothing out the wrinkles in how her backstory has to do with Sothis, but just like Milton, Rhea's fear of losing control causes her to rewrite history to fit her narrative. This is gonna be key in FEA.

Byleth as... like... Just Byleth: so... yeah, Byleth doesn't get an important role in this AU, mostly because I couldn't think of a good reason they'd be involved. Honestly it would be hard for me to write them in an interesting way so I'm fine with that.

other characters: Seteth mostly suffers at the hands of chaos and Flayn enjoys it. Jeralt is mentioned exclusively by Leonie. Sothis does not appear as a living character but uh... let's not spoil that. Rodrigue appears as often as I can allow because he's King Charming (!!), who teaches a class at EAH. For the most part, I don't include the 3H students' original parents. Dimitri's father is still named Lambert but his mother is the EAH version of Snow White; likewise for Edelgard. As for the Ashen Wolves--Constance is the daughter of the Marsh King (look it up; I think you'll agree with me!), I made Hapi the daughter of the Sea Witch just because, and Balthus... there's no good reason for him to be around, I'm afraid :(

And that, my folksies, is that!

#fire emblem three houses #ever after high #fe3h house lords #fe3h au #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #yuri leclerc #archbishop rhea #byleth eisner #rodrigue achille fraldarius #ashen wolves #snow white #evil queen #headmaster grimm

[widgits]

little by character sheet for my fe resident evil au

#to everyone who just followed me for game of thrones/asoiaf... so sorry!! #also drew the standing one literally in september so um looks kind of different than other stuff #but whatever #my art #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #byleth eisner #fe byleth #fe16 #fe resident evil au #maybe one day i will draw a lineup #idk #favorite part about this au is that its a hilda/edelgard au too #and yet ive drawn nothing about that part

[gelstertherealgel]

Ashen Demon

#evil Byleth is super cool #demo is hype #byleth eisner #byleth #fe3h byleth #fe3h #fe3hopes #fe byleth #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three hopes spoilers #fire emblem three houses #my art

[wild-moss-art]

Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends

#byleth eisner #byleth #fe3h #fire emblem #my art #circus performer au #they are the ring leaders #caption is from karn evil 9 first impression part 2 #but the whole suite slaps #I dream of a world where the byleths have equally slutty outfits #myart

[allelitemuses-fuck-isreal]

Open Starter: The War Against the League of Evil Muses

Junko Enoshima. Giovanni. Bowser. Dr. Eggman. Darth Vader. Neopolitan. King K. Rool. DJ Octavio. And their leader, Goh Yamashita, a disgraced former scientist as deranged as he is powerful, who has made it his mission to eliminate both his enemies and any chance of failure in his plans! These foul characters roam the multiverse, causing widespread havoc and destruction wherever they go. Their goals and ideologies vary, but their mission remains constant - make life hell for every world in the known multiverse. Together, they are known as the League of Evil Muses. Opposing them are a ragtag group of nine brave characters known as Team Rock - Rick Sanchez, Monika, Homer Simpson, Batman, Byleth Eisner, Captain Falcon, Astolfo, Anzu Fukumoto... and their founder and leader, Raisuke "Rock" Fukumoto. An ordinary person at heart, when push comes to shove, he'll fight tooth and nail to protect his friends, family, and those he cares about... and with his feud and past history of dealing with Goh, is there anyone better suited to dealing with the man and his group of evil muses?

"Raisuke, look out! Bogeys on your six!" Anzu called out, watching as her brother surfed and grinded down the hillside road, pursued relentlessly by both the Flying Krock and the Octobot King!

"I see them, Anze..." Rock was doing everything he can to avoid the cannon fire and... various ink weapons from both mechs. Grinding, jumping from rail to rail, bouncing off walls... eventually, he rolled off his board and booked it, trying to avoid the blasts!

"Got you in my sights!"

"Don't think you can avoid the League forever, you little pest!" Both Octavio and K. Rool continued to rain fire on Rock, as some of his allies swooped in to help!

"Rock, keep running! We'll deal with K. Rool and Octavio!" The Batplane and Rick's UFO, carrying Byleth along with Rick, flew in to take the enemy ships head-on!

"We need to keep some of that fire from getting to him... I think I know what might help!" Byleth fired a Thoron blast at some of the ink missiles being fired from the Octobot, causing them to explode on contact long before getting anywhere near Rock.

"Goouuuurrrr thinking, Byleth!" Rick followed up by firing laser blasts at the cannon fire from both ships, making them explode on contact! Taking advantage of the distraction, Rock used his clawshot to get onboard the Batplane.

"Thanks, guys!"

"Annoying twerp..."

"...Don't thank us yet. This fight's far from over."

#open rp #muse: anzu #muse: rock #muse: dj octavio #muse: king k. rool #muse: batman #muse: byleth #muse: rick #team rock #league of evil muses #Youtube

[juviin]

not to be a bitch but i think people who got into fe from 3h have just. the worst opinions when it comes to fe like “oh engage is so silly” dont care didnt ask also id rather replay engages one storyline than any of 3hs four. sorry yall hate fun and think one morally gray character equals good writing

#saw someone complain abt fallen byleth/sothis that was just announced like ‘sothis was never evil this is dumb’ #and like yeah…chrom was never posessed by grima either its just a concept

[butwhatifidothis]

From my standpoint, the entire timetravel subplot just feels really lazy. A majority of these types of fics, authors stance on characters nonwithstanding, actually do get creative and completely derail the plot with Byleth trying to prevent as much death as possible and have everyone team up against the Agarthans. As a premise, time travel has SO much potential, and Captain just goes down an already existing route except its peppered with his own bland flour-flavored takes. (1/2)

And thats not even getting into how incredibly unsympathetic and sociopathic Byleth comes off as. She knows about the Agarthans, she knows Edelgards plans, she knows the truth about the Nabateans, and she ... goes back in time because she wants to bone poor El and does literally nothing to attempt to prevent the tragedies she knows is about to happen. What a sympathetic and relatable character. /s (2/2)

It's like, the idea of someone going back in time to save a loved one is by no means untrekked ground or anything, nor is it anything inherently bad. You know, shows the depths of the person's feelings for someone else that they would go against the very flow of time to save them, could bring up some interesting conflict - inner and outer - in being able to, at any point in their lives, do such a thing in the first place, that sort of thing.

But like you said, Byleth... doesn't do that. She would have heard about the genocide of the Nabateans on SS, but that's never actually focused on in the fic; the only part Byleth gives a shit about is all the things that relate back to herself, because who cares about a genocide that only left a literally handful of an entire race alive, really? Not when Byleth has a chance to paint Rhea as the bad guy for fulfilling Sitri's dying wish to save her baby! Not when Byleth can lament about being two races and thus not belonging anywhere and thus wanting to die because of it, but she can't kill herself because of what Rhea did to her. Not when Byleth can be So Sad that she can't be with her favorite tiny girl, who she would now know worked with literal genociders.

And the reason Byleth doesn't try to change anything when she goes back is because she... forgot everything. She just so happens to not have been able to retain anything of what she'd went through - EXCEPT that she DEFINITELY loved Woobiegard. Jeralt's death, the massacre of Remire, the war, literally everything else that was terrible which includes her own beloved father's death wasn't impactful enough to stay with Byleth in the rewind, only her love for Woobiegard was. And like, I get the intended meaning, but like... bro

#ask #anon #exqueuese me princess #o captain my captain #like what does like. do. like even now SS as a route existing as the backbone of this CF timeline doesn't really like. do much? #except like you said make Byleth look fuckin' evil lmao

[iturbide]

Golden Attempt anon here and AAAAAAA??? WHAT THE HELL THAT'S SO GOOD??? Seeing my ideas coming to life like this is so amazing - but now there's the aftermath to worry about, huh? Byleth trying to keep Claude safe while also trying to bond with him once more while ALSO trying to get Claude back to Riegan territory...very good stuff

HELLO AGAIN GA!ANON I apologize again for being so, so so late with this but uh

Things have been happening

so again I hope this is worth it

(this actually incorporates some stuff from another ask that is the next one on my list so surprise??)

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Jeralt hated the busywork that came with running a group of mercenaries.  Even after twenty years of it, he still only tolerated it on the best of days (and on the worst of days, he seriously eyed the booze he kept stashed away for emergencies).  But it was part of the life he chose when he left the Knights of Seiros with his kid: a necessary evil, maybe, but one that assured that Byleth was safe and never went hungry.  That was enough for him. 

It still felt strange, though, not having the kid around.  They’d said they had something to take care of while the band passed through a village near the border between Adrestia and Faerghus, then headed off alone -- and he’d let them, with just a few words of wisdom to go along with his blessing.  He still wasn’t sure why he’d done it, either.  Byleth had spent twenty years with the band, and the last five actively fighting alongside them, so it wasn’t like they couldn’t fend for themselves…but he’d be the first to admit he’d sheltered them, growing up.  In trying to keep from drawing unwanted attention, he’d done his best to keep them out of the public eye, to the point where he worried they might not have the social skills to get by without help.  Sure, they could probably make it as a lone sellsword, but did they know what those skills were worth?  And what were they even doing, when they barely knew the world beyond the places they’d seen on jobs with him?  

…but he remembered that Byleth had gone off with what he could have sworn was a smile on their face.  They’d always been a bit of a weird kid, and expressing emotions never seemed to come easy to them…so maybe that was why he’d said yes.  Because they’d looked happy, for the first time he could remember.  

Looking back on it now, though, it had been two years since they’d gone their separate ways.  It wasn’t as though they could send letters easily: Byleth could write, sure, but mercenaries never stayed still, so it was hard to get a letter into the right hands.  How were they doing?  What were they doing?  And how long was he going to worry about it before he got his damn paperwork done--

“Jeralt!  Sir!  Guess who’s back?”

His head came up so fast it made his neck ache.  Abandoning his work, he shouldered his way out of his tent, pushing through the gathering crowd of mercenaries at the heart of their camp…

…and there they were.  Their hair had grown out a little, and their clothes had clearly been worn and tattered and patched in places, but he’d recognize his kid anywhere.  And when they caught sight of him, there was an unmistakable smile on their face. 

“Good to see you again,” he chuckled, striding forward and pulling them into a tight embrace -- one they returned easily, holding on tight for so long he started wondering if they planned on letting go.  They did, eventually…and then there was a part of him that wished they hadn't yet.  "Took you long enough -- I was starting to wonder if you we ever coming back," he said, gesturing for the rest of the band to get back to work.  And once they were mostly alone, he softened, giving their shoulder a brief, telling squeeze.  [Did you do everything you needed to?] he signed.

Byleth nodded…and turned, gesturing for a stranger to join them.  Jeralt hadn't even noticed him by the tents ringing their central gathering point until he moved, leaning into a sturdy walking stick tucked under one arm as he walked.  He looked young -- not a child, but still younger than Byleth, if only by a couple years -- with tan skin, green eyes, dark hair left mostly loose except for a short braid on one side of his face…

Jeralt looked between his kid and the man they'd brought with them.  [Who's this?] he asked. 

Byleth looked to the stranger.  "Khalid," he replied, signing it while he spoke.  

"Khalid," Jeralt repeated.  It sounded foreign, though he'd be damned if he could place where it came from; he'd never traveled outside Fódlan.  "Nice to meet you.  Name's Jeralt."

"Byleth's dad, right?" he ventured.  "They told me on the way," he added when the mercenary shot a questioning look toward his kid. 

Jeralt made a vague noise in response, crossing his arms as he looked the man over again.  "Anybody ever tell you that you look like the guy heading the Leicester Alliance?"

Khalid didn't flinch.  "Funny coincidence," he said flatly. 

Jeralt looked back at his kid, who gave him no clues whatsoever.  Honestly, that shouldn’t have surprised him.  Sighing, he scratched the back of his head, planting his other hand briefly on his hip.  “Well, whatever the case, this probably isn’t the best place for you.  You can take some time to rest up, but then Byleth should get you to wherever you’re going--”

[Faerghus,] they signed. 

“Faerghus?” Khalid repeated.   

Jeralt felt his eyebrows go up.  [Bad idea.  The Empire and the Kingdom are going at it right now.]

[We should all go.]

He sighed, knowing that his kid got their stubbornness from him but digging his heels in all the same.  [We’ve already got a job, the Empire contracted us for work out here.]

[The battle’s already done.  The contract should be up.]

[They’ve already extended the term once, they’re likely to do it again.]

[Have you written it up yet?]

Jeralt twitched.  [I was in the middle of it when you got here.]

[Then you’re not bound.  We can go north.]

Khalid waved to get their attention.  [I thought the plan was to head into Leicester territory.  That’s where I need to be.]

Jeralt sighed, pressing a hand to his face and hooking his free hand into his sword belt.  “That’s probably a worse idea than Byleth’s.”

[Your contract here was to fight the Alliance,] they signed once he cracked his fingers to look at them.

“They turned tail and ran, which seemed strange since they managed to push us back in the first fight.  Things are pretty chaotic up there, though, judging from the word coming south.”

[The Empire’s not taking advantage of it,] Byleth pressed, [which would have been the smart tactic if they planned on making a move against Leicester.  If they’re dragging their feet, work’s going to be more reliable on the west side of Fódlan.]

He’d taught that kid too well. 

Lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender, he shook his head.  “Fine.  You win.  I’ll report to Count Bergliez, tell him we’re heading out -- if he tries to make a fuss I’ll give him a line about needing to bulk up our forces after the last couple fights.  Happy?”

Byleth nodded, looking about as smug as he’d ever seen them.  “Get some rest for now.  I’ll pass the word around and get camp squared away so we can head out early.  Hope you don’t mind sharing a tent.”

Khalid shook his head.  “Doesn’t bother me,” he replied.  “If you don’t mind my asking -- what is the word coming out of Leicester these days?  You said they turned tail mid-battle…”

“Almyra brought another invasion force to the Locket,” Jeralt said.

“Another?” he repeated. 

The mercenary captain nodded.  “Second one in two years.  Same guy leading the charge both times, as I understand it.  Shahid, or some such.  He shouldn’t be a problem anymore, though -- from what I heard, the guy in charge of the Alliance killed him this time around.”

Khalid went very still.  Come to think of it, this kid’s name sounded a lot like that Almyran’s…

Byleth reached out, laying their hand on the young man’s shoulder, and Jeralt turned back toward his tent.  A touch like that was about the closest thing to intimacy Byleth ever showed; the least he could do was give them some privacy. 

***

Byleth had never owned much, aside from their clothes, armor, and weapons; their few other possessions they’d left behind when they set off on their mission.  Coming into the tent they’d always shared with their father, they were surprised to see those few items in their usual places alongside the empty space waiting for their bedroll…and something warm fluttered in their chest, seeing the proof of how long he’d waited, and how sure’d been of their return.  

Claude -- Khalid, they reminded themselves, intent on following his lead in this -- joined them while they spread two sets of blankets across the ground.  It would be a bit tight, sleeping three to the tent, but manageable…

He drew a breath, slightly unsteady, and Byleth looked up to find him staring down, past them and the bedrolls and into some distant place they could not guess at.  [When you found me,] he signed, the movement unable to hide the tremor in his hands, [you said Fódlan needed me.  This is what you meant, isn’t it.]

[In part,] they agreed. 

[There’s more?] he asked.

They nodded, and he sank awkwardly down to sit on the blankts, his bad leg stretched stiffly out before him as he pressed his face into his hands.  “Of course there is,” he chuckled, the sound hoarse and devoid of any warmth.  [What else?] he asked, lifting his head again to watch for their reply. 

Byleth shook their head.  [You don’t know?] he pressed.  [Or you won’t say?]

[I only know it will get worse,] they replied. 

[And that’s why we’re going to Faerghus?]

[I don’t know if it will be any better there,] they admitted, [but you should be safer there than you would be here or in Leicester.]

Khalid made a quiet, thoughtful noise, folding his hands before him.  “I’ll take your word for it.”

They nodded, reaching out to touch his shoulder again before rising to their feet.  [Get some rest.  I’m going to help around camp, and find something to eat on the way back.]

He nodded, turning his gaze to the canvas wall (though his attention seemed to drift far past it, into an invisible, unknowable distance they could not reach).  And they left him to his thoughts, knowing all too well the pain of returning to a world so different from the one they’d known…but lost for how to offer any solace.

#answered #anonymous #snippets #fanfiction #golden attempt #claude got bodyswapped by an agarthan #and byleth is pissed about it #fire emblem warriors: three hopes #fewth spoilers #kinda #thank you to the other anon who brought up a kingdom trip #because yeah actually that makes a ton of sense #also claude is not having a good time right now #like yes he and shahid did not get along at all #doesn't mean he wanted his brother dead #even if that feeling was not mutual at all #i have one more golden attempt ask #and then unless someone sends me more #i might just write it for the heck of it #push my evil agenda #(my evil agenda being 'claude and annette should be friends') #(love claude & annette brotp hugely underrated)

[anarkhebringer]

Remember my queerlings, AUs are free reign and canon is a myth in terms of character portrayals.

"He would not fucking say or do that" well gee I sure HOPE Claude von Fire Emblem Riegan wouldn't canonically want to overthrow the goddess and talk about how much he hates his life and gives up on the future, because he has himself, Dimitri, and the Byleths from his past life rooming in his brain causing him eternal turmoil, and he keeps messing up on resetting the timeline to make it the happy end he wants where everyone lives happily together.

#anyway TLDR you don't HAVE to stick to canon for AUs #the point of AUs is that you HAVE FUN #they're ALTERNATE UNIVERSES not Canon 2 #unless you want them to be which in that case hell yeah make it Canon 2 #I still think about how angry people would get sometimes on my AU ask blog about how this is OOC #which like. yeah no fucking shit that's the entire point dijhfuiyh #Felix is possessed by evil demon powers and Claude is both minty Byleths and Dimitri at the same time you expect them to be IC?

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THAMK YOU THOUGH OMFG- Okay so!!! I'll say just a handful of things so I don't go too nuts but!!! AAAAAAA

So, the Pink Butterflies house is the fourth official house in Garreg Mach, or the fifth if Ashen Wolves [which is kinda official kinda not] is counted. Like the others, it corresponds to a country in the continent, basically. For the uninitiated, these are the canon houses;

Blue Lions [Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, lead by Prince Dimitri]

Black Eagles [Adrestian Empire, lead by Imperial Princess Edelgard]

Golden Deer [Leicester Alliance, lead by Claude, who is heir to House Riegan which leads the alliance. They're dukes.]

Ashen Wolves [Abyss, which is a land for people who are shunned, hunted, etc in Fódlan. They have only four members and Yuri leads them.]

The Pink Butterflies house is lead by Bronwen, Crown Princess of Serentir. Serentir, known namely as the Blessed Kingdom of Serentir, is an island nation a little north of Faerghus. They closely follow the Eight Sages, one of whom was their first queen and thought to be a dear friend of the Goddess, Sothis. Thus, legend has it when the first queen established the land, it was given Sothis' help and blessing. Thus the name! The "Serentir" part actually translates to "star land", and that comes from the myth that the island was a fallen star, brought down by Sothis to give her friend a sanctuary to heal from her past pains.

Bronwen's full name is Bronwen Rhian Bernadotte, and she has a major crest of Bernadotte. Her ancestor is the Rose Sage, Serentir's first queen. As mentioned, she’d the princess and thus a royal/future head of the country.

The house also has seven other members.

-Gareth Heir, with a major crest of Heir. He is Bronwen's vassal, and won't leave her side for anything. He is a descendant of the Gold Sage, who was also an attendant/vassal to the Rose Sage. The Heir family are Dukes.

-Deirdre von Himmel, with a major crest of Himmel. She is a descendant of the Crimson Sage. Only women are capable of having major crests of Himmel. Deirdre is a trans woman canonically, having discovered herself at the academy, thus the major crest being a hint to that. The von Himmel family are Margraves.

-Islwyn Chantal Gotha, with a minor crest of Gotha. He is a descendant of the Dark Sage. He, unlike his ancestor, is known for his combat-focused magic abilities; but he is incredibly skilled crafting medicines and healing products. The Gotha family are Counts.

-Askr Avalon, with a minor crest of Avalon. He is a descendant of the Violet Sage. Askr’s family is in charge of trade and travel affairs in the kingdom, and they are Counts.

-Freyja von Weiss, with a minor crest of Weiss. She is a descendant of the Light Sage. Freyja’s family are Counts, and are a long line of tacticians.

-Althea Engel, with a major crest of Engel. She is a descendant of the Blue Sage. Their family is very closely tied to the Bernadotte family [the royals], and are Dukes.

-Delwyn Argyris, with a major crest of Argyris. He is a descendant of the Silver Sage. They are Viscounts, thus making Delwyn the lowest rank in the Pink Butterflies; but they are valued as well.

Each crest, in this group, has planetary symbolism! They are as follows;

Bernadotte - Jupiter. Stands for growth, healing, prosperity, miracles.

Heir - Saturn. Stands for nobility, ethics, civility, authority, virtue.

Himmel - Venus. Stands for harmony, beauty, the urge to sympathize, desire for comfort.

Gotha - Mars. Stands for aggression, confrontation, masculinity, strength.

Avalon - Uranus. Stands for ingenuity, individuality, revolutions, electricity.

Weiss - Mercury. Stands for rationality, adaptability, variability, communication.

Engel - Moon. Stands for femininity, intuition, rhythm, memory.

Argyris - Sun. Stands for personal power, pride, spontaneity, health, vitality.

The difference between some of the traits/what families are known for is related to the story of the sages, as many of them changed over time. Each sage was declared as such but the Rose Sage, who was in turn called such when Serentir was founded. There is some ~fun lore and ties~ between Weiss and Argyris but I’ll keep that secret for now.

Bronwen’s crest is also a bit unique, since the Rose Sage was a type of dragon herself [but not a “child of the goddess” like Nabateans are] so when using her crest’s power, Bronwen’s hair turns red, her eyes turn pink and her ears become pointed. Althea has Nabatean blood [her ancestor, the Blue Sage, was basically exiled and the Rose Sage took her in] so she has pointed ears as well, but hers are just always like that. Althea can also transform, but.... she doesn’t tbh. She doesn’t feel like it. Also she knows that Rhea would probably go ballistic if she did lmao.

ANYWAY I’LL SHUT UP HERE IS A SLICE OF THE  L O R E

#I also have the Pink Butterflies route [called Rosé Wings] planned out too #and Bronwen has duo s-supports in other routes!!!! #Basically you can marry her and another chara; you get a unique cutscene and everything #There is so much drama #Bronwen is also the only ''recruitable'' house leader; since she basically agrees to be in Byleth's class unoffically #but is usable like other units and brings any not-yet-recruited Pink Butterflies characters with her #This is the only way to get her to side with Byleth. Otherwise I am evil and place her elsewhere <33333 #from daydreams to text