#[ support: ayra ]

[duskofendflame]

When the music stops once more, Ayra finds that the man closest to her is her fellow sword instructor, whom she has only met in passing since her arrival all those moons ago. Now is as good a time as any to rectify that.

"Good evening, Corrin," she greets as she approaches him, not yet extending her hand. A smile plays on her lips, small as it is. "Might I have this dance?"

Corrin laughs softly at the approach of his fellow professor, her steely grey eyes level with his own as they meet. Regretfully, he has not had much of a chance to speak to her, outside of nods in passing, but he had peeked in on a class of hers once or twice, and found himself quite impressed with her skill. He would certainly like to observe her swordplay more closely in the future, were he ever to find the free time to sit properly in on her class and observe her in action.

"Gladly. It would be my honor."

[mimicyus]

Ayra from Fe4💜💫//

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[daeificatio]

Though I love my children more than the world I wasn't able to raise them. My daughter has never held this against me, but my son blames me for dying and leaving him orphaned. His resentment cuts deeper than any blade, and it worsens the guilt I already feel. I would like for him to accept me more, but no matter what I do I only ever displease him. I wish to respect his boundaries but doing so hurts me deeply, and I am concerned for his safety as well. I know that I ought to be focused on the dangers ahead, and yet my son's disdain plagues my mind more than ever now that I am sharing such a small space with him. Have you any advice to navigate this?

It's not your fault that you died. Death doesn't discriminate. You shouldn't feel guilty that your life was taken from you. Your son needs to understand that you didn't die out of purpose or malice. It just happened, and it was unfortunate. Maybe your son could talk to a counselor to help him figure out his feelings. Or maybe when you feel comfortable, try to bond with him as if he were a friend, not a son. He needs to get used to your presence again. You're doing what you can. Don't let this destroy you.

[aglaean]

" l'arachel! so you signed up for the tournament, eh? " honestly, ayra is not sure she's prepared for her student's particular brand of over-the-top enthusiasm, but she's been going to everyone. it would hardly be fair to leave this one out, even if she's boisterous. ayra smiles. " i'm sure you don't need any encouragement, what with your confidence, but as your instructor i wanted to give it anyway. good luck. i look forward to seeing how you'll fare. " and seeing whether she can walk her talk.

'But of course! I shall do my best to represent the Blue Lions, and my darling nation of Rausten by giving the troubadours feats that they shall one day sing to legions of willing ears!'

That her sword instructor had come to give her a send-off was not (though perhaps it should have been) a surprise to L'Arachel. No doubt, this woman who wielded swords as sharply as she did her steely glares had found within her a kindred talent! After how marvellously she had wielded a sword in their sessions (she had only dropped the blade five whole times!) it was more an inevitability than a question of when her natural talent would be recognised.

Though, even as this event was no surprise to L'Arachel, that rare flash of a smile, as bright and as piercing as the sun reflecting off a blade on the battlefield - that left her floundering slightly. 'Ah, well, indeed! Do not fear for me, professor, I shall dazzle my foes with pure fervour!' She exclaimed, extending a hand in a slightly self-conscious, theatrical way. 'They shall weep in an ecstacy of joy at the opportunity to face me', however, was said without a hint of irony. Such was the confidence of one blessed by the Gods!

[bladespromotedpawn]

"..."

Mareeta places a hand of her own on Ayra's cheek, face sinking as she thinks back, back to when she was alone, when she was first picking up her first apprentice.

"C'mon, you can do it. Just believe in yourself. Heart and Blade. You can do it. Come on."

Eager coaxing came from her mouth as she looked down at her apprentice, one of the best swordsmen she knew, struggling, failing, again and again to get the stars of Astra to shine in his blade.

"I'm... giving it all it has, Mareeta..."

She knows he can do it.

He can do it.

She could do it.

So should he.

"..."

Daggers burst from her past, embedding themselves in her mind.

She did everything she did to become perfect. Pushed herself to her limits, surpassed them, then started pushing up against the next set of boundaries all over again.

She was perfect.

But she BECAME perfect.

She forged herself in trials, skilled as she could become.

"He taught me."

She refutes it, simple as, the daggers in her mind coming out in her glare, grey eyes overcast as her blade sparks green in her grip, hand itching, begging to get her frustrations out.

"I am who I am from who I learned from. I am perfect because of them. And it doesn't matter who or what they are. They taught me. He taught me."

She came from plenty, though that life of hers was long lost.

She made herself from the missing pieces she lost. She would never be a noble, posh, proprietary, pimp and proper. She was rough, she was a mercenary. She was her people's warrior. And she was a warrior anyone could become.

"Now. Are. We. Sparring?"

She knew nightfall would bring no succor for the pain now eating at her mind. But she needs to let it out.

Or she is going to aim this pain somewhere far worse, internally.

Holding Out for a Hero

[ayrabelle]

I haven't worked that many community theater shows, and for some of them I ran the sound myself, but for those that I didn't I have such strong opinions about the person that ran the sound and boy is this show's sound tech just reinforcing that...

[livingrief]

When Ayra first lays eyes on the blue-haired man closest to her on the dance floor, she does not recognize him immediately. She's aware of Finn's arrival at Garreg Mach, but the years that never touched her have taken their toll on him. All the same, she needs only a moment before her face shifts and she approaches him with a smile.

"Finn!" She says, clapping him on the shoulder. "It is good to see you again. How have you —" Ayra breaks off, for the music begins anew. That, and surely there are better questions to ask given the Aed Massacre and the fall of Leonster. She knows from experience that his life cannot have been easy. It will not do to mar his evening by inquiring, nor her own by thinking of the fall of Isaach like this. Her smile falters only for a brief instant before she recovers.

"I suppose we can talk as we dance. Have you been enjoying the evening?"

The dancing begins with the most elegant of tenors, but for all the beauty and splendor that the party exudes, Finn knows he is out of place. He does not belong here. Coming here was a mere formality after all - Lady Ethlyn requesting his presence herself. He dare not defy her dear wish.

But it was stifling, if he were to think on it too much. Uncomfortable, at the very least. Preaned and clean to the finest, sitting here with all that was important to him and a room full of Fodlan's finest. His skin itched in a way that could not be cured. His throat threatened to constrict. Now that he thought on, he was dreadfully thirsty.

Yes, he was versed in a little dance. But Finn wished for no part in it. He was of little mood to celebrate in the first place. And such an act was so intimate....

But to the dance floor he was pushed somehow. The music begins anew and people circle one another, touching, tasting, getting to know the finery. Finn is repulsed. He has known enough humanity for his lifetime. He yearns for nothing, for weightlessness and an absence of thought.

Somehow, someone calls his name amidst the cacophony of talk and dance. He glances up to see the swath of obsidian hair and eyes, stars for days. Lady Ayra. But nothing quite comes from his lips. She is so young and he has lived lifetimes past her. What is there to say?

But ever so elegantly, her smile shifts, like the swift cut of a swordblade. Finn's mouth stays firm. He will not allow himself to be vulnerable - even with a former comrade.

"Fine, of course. It is a pleasant banquet." Nothing to note. The music takes them for a few steps. "How are you, Lady Ayra? I hear Larcei and Scathach are at this academy. You must be overjoyed." Overjoyed. Yes, that was the word. He should be too. After all, all those dearest to him were here.

But he was not.

The dance ends in a lull and Finn offers a bow. "Allow me to part for the evening. It was a pleasant surprise to see you, Lady Ayra."

Eyes remain cold and distant, the storm rages inside his indigo vision an agony unto their own. 

[akawifeyy]

mic check | smau & fic (LN4)

description: lando norris is the host of one of the most critically acclaimed podcasts. so when he contacts you, asking if you'd like a spot on the show, you're dumbstruck.

tropes: secretly in love, happy ending, age gap (22 and 25), podcast host!lando au, lead singer!reader

face claim: ayra starr

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: i actually would love to see lando host a podcast or a talk show, i think he'd be wonderful!

It was a universal fact believed by every celebrity phenomenon that being selected for one of the exclusive spots on Lando Norris’s podcast was an honor. Once a week, the infamous Formula One driver would host an audio show, interviewing other popular figures with his signature charming wit and humor. He had been doing it for over a year, finding enough spare time in his busy racing schedule to compose, edit, and publish some of the best comedic episodes of the modern era. His show had even been nominated and won an iHeartRadio Podcast Award.

Lando’s show was beloved by all audiences, even those who were unfamiliar with motorsports. They came because of the hype and stayed for the easy laughter and fun times. 

So when you, the lead singer of the Cherry Soda girl band, found a bolded, urgent email lurking on the top of your page, titled: Season 2, Episode 5 of Lights Out with Lando Norris, you were in shock.

Your jaw dropped, fingers shaking as you clicked to read more. This had to be a joke. There was no way the Lando Norris would have selected you of all people for one of these coveted episodes.

Yes, your band was popular – you had recently sold out the Caesar’s Superdome for a one-night-only concert – but still! A Grand Prix-winning sensation knew of your existence, and wanted to talk to you!

You skimmed through the page, soaking in each word, your heart pounding faster as everything registered in your mind.

Dear Y/N L/N, 

You have been chosen to co-host Season 2, Episode 5 of Lights Out with Lando Norris, filming next Wednesday (Feb. 14) at 12:00 GMT. Please register below, as the link given will grant you access to the Zoom meeting room where the interview will be conducted.

Thank you.

It was short and sweet, but it seemed utterly surreal. For the rest of the day, you could not focus on anything else, your attention consistently tugged back to the email gleaming bright in your inbox. As soon as the day ended, and you wrapped up the rest of your work (writing out some plans for your next gig and scribbling down some lyrics), you registered.

Another email popped up soon after, thanking you once again for your quick reply. When you left the office, you nearly stumbled down the front steps in your dream-like haze. Even by midnight, hours past your usual bedtime, you were still mesmerized by the events of the day, surprised at the magnetic pull you must have had in order to garner such attention.

Marketing Poster for "Lights Out with Lando Norris", featuring Y/N L/N (2025):

Across the continent, Lando Norris was equally, if not more, distracted. He'd finally secured an episode on his show for you, something he'd been aiming to do since its foundation. Every time he thought he'd be able to, someone suggested an alternate celebrity, one that would generate better press and higher profits. It's not like Lando needed more money (he was nearly drowning in it), but he didn't want to be awkward or rude to his fans, who supported him so fervently.

But! After ages and ages, Lando had convinced the powers that be to let you on the show, and it had worked. Just a handful of days remained until he'd be able to talk to you, someone he'd admired since the start of your career.

Oscar and Max had teased him about it endlessly, telling him not to be a muppet, and Lando had prayed that he wouldn't be.

Then, the day had arrived.

Lando woke up that morning in a cold sweat, his body tense and hands shaking.

My nervous system really can't tell the difference between being held at gunpoint and talking to a woman I like, huh?, he thought to himself, annoyed, as he shaved his beard in the mirror and nearly dropped the razor.

He ate a few bites of his oatmeal, but couldn't finish it, his stomach was roiling so badly. It was ridiculous how worried he was. He'd conducted almost thirty interviews by this point, but yours was the one he was tripped up over.

Well, of course he was. You were funny, smart, and not to mention, absolutely stunning. There was no way he wasn't going to stutter and make a fool of himself.

Lando sat down in front of his laptop, the mic poised right in front of him. Two minutes until noon. He took a deep breath and clicked to start the recording.

Here goes nothing.

Snippets from the Interview:

Lando Norris: Tell me about your newest hit, "The Outside", and its backstory.

Y/N L/N: Basically, I am part of a larger group known as the Cherry Soda girl band. It's me, my guitarist Lanie, my saxophonist and bassist Amina, my pianist Izzy, and my drummer Aiko. We are all members of the BIPOC community. We are all people of color. And this song is our anthem, talking about the discrimination we have faced. Prejudice still is very evident, very prominent in society, and this song takes the point of view of someone who deals with it every day.

Lando Norris: That's incredible. Did you write it all on your own?

Y/N L/N: No, definitely not! (laughs) I had a lot of input from the other Cherry Soda girls, and I also talked to other people in my community. I'm currently in the process of creating a version of the song that has other people's voices in it. It takes inspiration from Paris Paloma's song "LABOUR", which does something very similar, and I'm going to credit her. Her work is incredible.

Lando Norris: So, why did you decide to form the Cherry Soda band?

Y/N L/N: And why did you decide to become a Formula One driver? Because it was my destiny, I knew that this was the path I am supposed to follow. Since I was little, I've been crafting songs and performing at talent shows. I've known the other girls since my days in secondary school, and we've always had this dream. It took a lot of hard work to make it a reality, but here we are.

Lando Norris: Cheeky.

Y/N L/N: Sorry! I didn't mean to be rude. (giggles)

Email from Lando Norris to Y/N (2025):

Two Weeks Later:

Interviewer: Your last episode with Y/N L/N on "Lights Out" was a hit! Will she be returning to the show?

Lando Norris: Unfortunately, she can't for the foreseeable future. She's going on tour, so she'll be very busy.

Interviewer: What a shame.

Poster for the "Fairytale" Tour, featuring Y/N L/N (2025):

Lando entered the Ticketmaster queue, his fingers crossed as he waited to purchase tickets for your tour in Los Angeles. If it didn't work out, he was screwed.

"You could just ask her directly," Oscar had pointed out unhelpfully. It was the epitome of embarrassing if Lando contacted you again and begged for tickets. No, he'd get it the normal way, and surprise you.

You are number 190 in line.

Lando breathed a sigh of relief, sinking in his chair. The arena had over 15000 seats, so he would absolutely be able to grab seats for him, Oscar, and Max.

When the screen reloaded to show available spots, Lando frantically tapped to select three tickets in the VIP section of the lower bowl. He didn't even look at the cost.

None of it mattered, if it meant he'd be able to see you again.

@ cherrysodagirls.updates: Opening night ✓

tagged: @ cherrysodagirls, @ yourusername, & 4 others

comments (10452):

@ user1: HAD THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!

@ user2: hearing "the outside" live was a life-altering moment 🙏🏻

@ user3: So indebted to this band, I survived 2023 because of them

-> @ user4: they helped me get through a rough patch too. it's comforting to know how much music heals people ❤️‍🩹

@ landonorris: Awesome performance! Can't wait to see the rest of your tour and what you accomplish!

-> @ user5: we love men supporting women <3

-> @ user6: He wants her so bad omg

A Month Later

@ ln4lore: Pictures from @ yourusername and the Cherry Soda band's recent event at the SoFi Stadium, where Lando Norris was in attendance!

tagged: @ landonorris, @ yourusername, @ cherrysodagirls

comments (8371):

@ user7: AWEEE

@ user8: Slide 3 is hilarious omg, I can't stop laughing 😂

-> @ user5: THE UPSIDE DOWN GLASSES ARE SOOO SILLY

@ user9: Oh they together frrrr

You exited the backstage, your hair pulled up in a tight ponytail as sweat beaded on your skin. Another completed night full of raucous laughter and chorus singing, and you were exhausted.

As much as you were grateful for the opportunity to perform in front of an audience of thousands of people, you couldn't deny the fact that it sucked up all your energy.

You held the support bar as you walked down the stairs, your eyes scanning for the exit, where your limousine was waiting for you. The other girls had left almost as soon as the show was over, but you'd opted to stay behind and help with the clean-up process. It was the least you could do after the show you'd put on. All the confetti was a janitor's nightmare.

Your eyes snagged on a familiar figure, his head held high as he waited for you to walk over. Lando Norris.

Rumors had spread that he was in attendance tonight, but you'd chosen not to linger on it. He was extremely cute and interested in you, and exactly what you wanted in a boyfriend. If you were to have one, of course.

Lando grinned at you. "Congratulations, your show was amazing," he gushed, cheeks turning pink. "Your voice is like an angel."

"Thanks," you responded, smiling back shyly.

He tilted his head down, averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "I really like you, Y/N. You're unbelievable."

"The feelings are mutual."

Lando's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Really?"

You nodded. "You're funny, and you went through the effort to surprise me by attending one of my concerts. And you waited another two hours afterwards. That's very kind of you."

"Can I take you home, then?" he inquired bashfully.

You pretended to mull over it, not wanting to seem overeager, and inclined your head.

"You may."

The rest of that night, Lando showed you just how proud he was of you, worshiping every inch of your body like a mortal kneeling at the altar of a goddess.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[adalrikr]

She does not disregard his intelligence for his youth, much to his relief. He was no prodigy like Nino, but he could certainly be considered talented for his age. Not overtly exceptional, but talented at the very least.

He follows her towards the exit, still a bit shaky within her body. He would be fine, once he was able to hide away from the view of everyone else and wait for this to be over. At least he hopes that he would be fine.

"No. No objections from me. ... Where is your room...?" He doesn't have his tome to cling to, and he doesn't dare ask for it from its holster. So he just stands awkwardly for a moment, clearing his throat to break the silence.

"... I... I'm sorry I was not able to find any more conclusive answers, Lady Ayra..."

Body Swapping with Saint Elimine's Grumpiest Teenager

[shoko-arts]

Ayra has the habit of doing gymnastics in her free time when she is not working, in addition to being a scientist at the company she runs, she is a great dancer.

So far only Daisuke and Curly have seen her in these moments, the youngest is always fascinated and is the moral support for Ayra, keeping her happy when the woman feels stressed. Sometimes Curly accompanies her, despite not being so good at it.

[aglaean]

"Hey."

Faces are hard to find in the endless swaths of med-tents, but voices are easy to follow. And with a booming presence like hers, there's just no missing that L'Arachel.

...Is 'booming' the right word? 'Radiant' might be one she likes better...

In any case, Larcei has delivered a short knock against one of the princess' tent posts, as a courtesy. She enters proper and does a once-over of her wounds.

"'Just wanted to stop by and say my thanks. We lost, but I can tell you really tried. I appreciate you havin' my back and all that." The sunlight that streams through the slit in the tent illuminates the smile Larcei leaves for her, bringing a lighter note to their mutual defeat and reminding them both that the day is still young.

"And if you ever feel like working on your aim with that lance," she continues, flicking the guard on her sword with her thumb so that it comes out a few inches from its scabbard, "let me know. I'll give you a sparring session with the finest swordmaster in Isaach!"

It is the beam of sunlight, warm against her cheek, that registers Larcei’s presence to L’Arachel more than her addresses.

Of course, were she not fresh from the jousting of the field, she would have ascertain her presence immediately! The darting eye of a holy woman neglected little, and scryed even the most minute of details, when undiverted by other observations.

It was merely that there was so much to witness, even from her perch, tucked in amongst the swirl of meetings and commiseration and comraderie. And L’Arachel wished to see it all. 

Her roving gaze snaps to Larcei’s.

Certes, she bore about her the shared scars of their battle - ice fringing charred sleeves. She recalls her expression during their battle, as set as the frost rooting her to the spot.

It was a little like the one she wore now; fuelled by this ever-present, ever-pulsing motion. Across the field she had blazed - unable to remain still - burning deeper, and deeper. But never to the point of collapse. Just to the start of something new.

Her tone is easy, but L’Arachel feels as if there is something lingering just beneath the surface. Something determined. And it sparks something within her too. 

Leaping to her feet, she nodded sharply. ‘Unfortunate as our loss may be, I am fortunate indeed to have fought alongside such an ally. ‘Tis evident to me that the Gods drew us together for a reason!’ 

Sparring! Something she grasped well in concept - something Ephraim dedicated large swathes of his time to, and which had a perturbing habit of coinciding with her invitations to tea - but, within Rausten’s walls had remained purely conceptual.

She had proven herself, staff in hand, Dozla and Rennac by her side, upon the monstrous fiends roaming her beloved country, but to do so against another…! Perhaps, this event had given her a taste for it.

‘Ah, your wish for us to try our mettle, steel on steel, is well met! What say you to an encounter tomorrow morn? We may duel to our heart’s content, and then, perhaps you would like to come to tea?’ 

There was something in that name, Isaach, and something in this figure, the skilled swordswoman, that really was remarkably familiar… But L’Arachel found that it proved elusive, and dismissing it, extended a hand towards Larcei - her new sparring partner.

[muzetrigger]

Teto has something for you <3

This took way more effort than usual. I have no idea why. I just wasn’t arting today.

Even more embarrassing, I had a reference! Stickers from Ayra’s Teto set. Go support them on kofi!

[egittae]

Lambert led the duo until they reached a vacant spot in the med tents, finally sitting down on an empty cot with a sigh and watching as nurses rushed around gathering equipment to begin their series of checkups. He hadn’t seen Lachesis around yet, but assumed she was being transported and placed in one of the other tents for the healers to better treat her condition- regardless, he stayed put and kept his attention on the two students before him. 

“How do the three of you fare? Physically, I mean.” Lambert had suffered a few blows, the most annoying one being the arrow on his biceps that a nurse was quick to notice and began taking care of, but generally he felt quite well. “You have done well, so far. I may not be your professor, but I commend your progress all the same. Many only pay attention to which house reigns victorious, but there too is success in being able to advance as much as you can. Resilience in the battlefield is something many overlook in favor of victory, when more often than not it can be far more important.” 

"It is extremely important to know how and when to leave the battlefield as well as how to command a strategic retreat, and that many times insisting on fighting a battle not in your favor can often cause unnecessary strain, wasting of resources and needless death. Many brand this as cowardice, but I simply believe a soldier has more value when they master the art of preserving their own life than dead before their time, and a good army is efficient and optimized in every sense." Warmth bloomed on his skin as healing magic was casted upon his injuries, making Lambert wonder just how Lachesis must’ve felt when she was subjected to the exact opposite.

Well- he could imagine, really. He had never gone through the exact same scenario as her, however he did get overwhelmed by dark magic and brought to his knees more times than he’d like to admit, one of which led him to his death.

“I am sure Professor Lachesis will greatly appreciate your presence once she wakes up, but until then let us take care of ourselves as well.” A priestess then approached him with a basket holding a couple of apples, of which Lambert grabbed three before giving the lady a grateful smile. One fruit was handed to Claude, another to Rosado, and the last to Shez.

THIS IS FOR MY REPORT CARD!

✩ .　BOEL 2025⠀∶⠀round 2, battle 17.

[unmeiokaemasu]

@echobows I am having fun! although full disclosure I started trying to play this game (checks blog) literal years ago (I found a post that said "just made another start on genealogy!" dated 2022, christ)

It's still the hardest a fire emblem game has ever been for me (not counting Thracia cuz I only ever played the first chapter on that, and I don't remember if I even finished that) but the gameplay is everything I like about the franchise. I love when it's not just "build the beefiest units you can and bulldoze the enemy" but you actually have to manage movement and positioning and who gets xp vs who can actually take a hit, I love resource and inventory management (there's no way to make that sound cool but oh well) and having units who are designated classes/functions, and obviously the relationship building aspect...the one thing I could do without is units not being able to give any other unit money, like you'd think they'd want to support their own army...but it's just another aspect to manage even if it's not my favorite. I am sad I'm going to be losing this army soon, there're some 2nd gen characters I'm looking forward to but I really like Sigurd's army

so I went off about this on an earlier post but the first pair I had was Edain and Midir, the trope of someone single-mindedly fighting to rescue the person they care most about is like my favorite thing so I decided they'd get together without researching if it was good for item/skill inheritance or whatever. After that I made a chart of who I wanted to get with who for inheritance, and promptly forgot my reasons but it is as follows: already married are Ayra and Lex, Laquesis and Beowulf, Erinys and Azelle, and now Sylvia and Claud; I'm still working on Tailtiu and Lewyn, and Brigid and Jamke.

anyway I'd love to know more of your thoughts on it! I'm also happy to find people who like games older than the 3ds, I'm still a big Three Houses fan but my other favorites are all pre-Awakening

[mmoneystones]

𝐓𝐎𝐀 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 M𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Neku

Pronouns: he/they

Birthday (no year): Feb 24th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? North-Eastern NY with an EST time zone!

How long is your roleplay experience? About 2+ years now likely, with about half a year on indie and the rest from Discord RP (AKA just TOA)

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Okay this is always a really funny story because when I was around 15 or so I was really getting into Puyo Puyo, both because funny puzzle game but the characters were actually really cool! Then like one of my random friends from that community had the idea for RP/worldbuilding and the rest is history I guess?? I don't do Puyo RP anymore but it was a nice start. c:

How were you introduced to TOA? After my indie experience went down the drain I stayed in contact with most of my close Tumblr FE RP friends and that included gamer N. He told me about TOA a while back before, but I only considered joining really after I started getting used to college life.

Do you have any pets? No, my only pet were like carnival goldfish that....yeah :(

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Start of spring because while I like the colder seasons I feel sick AGAIN so I think the spring period is just my safest one.

What is your IRL occupation? University student until I learn what the hell I want to do with my life.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Small interests in music theory, game design, mathematics, musicals, uh....gaming. Yeah, gaming.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Smash Bros, Splatoon, The World Ends With You, Touhou Project, Trails/Kiseki, Celeste, a lot more Nintendo, honestly insert a lot of roguelikes here

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: I'm such a fake pokemon fan I stopped playing after Gen 6 but the Steel type is cool and Empoleon my beloved.

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!)

1) I have moderated a Touhou gacha server. Am I proud of it? No. 2) I can do a T-spin. I think that's pretty cool 3) I can beat Punch-Out on the Wii in a single session. It's probably easy to do but I love that game okay.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? Brother showed me FE7 on a totally legal GBA and I was like "wow cool!" Also Smash.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? It's on my mun page but I've played every (remade) FE game outside of FE5 (which I'm currently completing), 3 Hopes, and TMS. Quit FEH after like year 2.

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First would be both FE7 and Awakening, favorites are FE15, FE9, and (until I lose the adrenaline) FE4.

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Okay 5 is a large ask when you say favorites but uhhhhh Mae, Ike, Anna, Flora, Shamir. They can fight over the top 5 spots like a battle royale.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Going off FE7 being my first I'd probably call out Marcus because haha strong earlygame prepromote go zoom. Fortunately that almost works depending on the FE game.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Ayra. Yeah.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? I don't really care much for the S Support mechanic so I'm just writing these to call out my tastes. Probably no one I'd really consider to do with nowadays. - Awakening: Tiki - Fates: Honestly I cannot remember for the life of me for my sake I hope it was like Setsuna. Edit: fuck it was definitely Kagero. - Three Houses: Shamir - Engage: Ivy

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Pegasus Knight!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I don't want to be one but I'd likely be some armor class with axes or swords. I'd be playable with really middling stats so I'm either benched or the subject of a FE video essay on "why splorgius the axe knight is UNDERRATED???"

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Golden Deer YIPPEE

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Lance, Gauntlets, Flying; Banes: Axe, Faith, Heavy Armor; Budding Talent: Authority

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) Brodia so I can convince Citrinne to donate to the commoners (it won't work.)

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) N has made me say To-Ah but if I am not being hypnotized it's separate letters.

Current TOA muses: Citrinne, Lene, Yuzu

Past TOA muses? Mae, Shamir, Sonya, Faye, Anna (FEH), Flora

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Mae, and I honestly could see it but only if other muses weren't picking so hard at my brain right now.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) N has called me out for my sadgirl schtick, and...yeah. I think I've strayed from women that outright have traumatic moments define them, but it definitely is a sore spot in their lives. Unless you're Yuzu. You'd win.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? So this used to be like any single noble muse due to the inevitable struggle of writing around politics but I think Citrinne has been doing well sooooo let's just go with what the people want. Neku the male does not think he can write other men.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I still don't feel like I gravitate toward any real scenario but nowadays I have gotten less scared of dialogue to the point where I enjoy moments that allow muses to just talk to one another and bounce off each other.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? Nothing sticks to my mind right now for Citrinne; for Yuzu I need her mind to implode from Fates' route shenanigans; for Lene I need her to meet her mother :)

Favorite TOA-related memories? At this point it'd be Ball 2024 and Happyland since those are my most recent event memories. The mini-event I did with Sonya was very precious too.

Present or past tense? Try my darnest to keep it to present and I'm so sorry when it flops.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? I prefer to keep it to normal text when writing on my own end, never really saw the point for small, but I don't mind what others use.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 You know who you are.

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why don't you want jurgdral remakes? are you afraid they will be localised like fodlan games or modified like shadows of valentia?

Mmh...

Lolcalisation aside, I'd say the biggest thing I'm dreading with those remakes is IS' (if FEH is any indication) willingness to retcon those older games to, I suppose, make them more "trendy" or approchable for a "modern audience".

Sure, FEH might goof here and there, but take the "Miccy founded the DB" take - it's present at least in more than one unit so imo, it's no goof at all, what is it supposed to mean? That a Miccy who is only a person who joins an existing group because she embraces their ideals and thus puts them above her own "need" to hide her existence, as a Branded, is not as... bankable as a Miccy who forms her own ragtag group of randoms to fight against Daein, giving hints at her later role as the leader of the Daein army?

I've ranted enough about IS retconning Lyon and Magvel in general (tfw Eph was caught by Grado lel) but it follows the same pattern, OG!Lyon (and FE8 in general) falls because of his very human and earthly desires - he might have ideals and all, but at the end of the day, he falls because of his love and adoration/obsession for the twins and that is something he cannot fight against - FEH!Lyon sassing Fomortiis is just, no. Fomortiis always has the last laugh in FE8 (at least with Lyon and even, I'd say with the playable cast because, again, his soul isn't erased, he is stuck again in a shiny rock, just like what happened in the lore, and led to Lyon's possession. Who can be sure that in 800 years after Ephraim's adventures, L'Arachel's descendant won't be seduced by Fomortiis' power and free him from his shiny rock, like Lyon did?).

FE15 is its own thing lol - but there is a possibility for Jugdral to be pissed on like Magvel and Tellius were in FEH, and I guess, for any Jugdral fan that's terrible.

Sure, FEH seems to treat Jugdral verse with, uh, careful consideration but hey - if the Ayra wanking is any indication, even Jugdral isn't immune to retcons to make a popular character even more #badass, plot be damned.

Add some eggtivation here'n'there, and I wouldn't be surprised if we had some NPCs or even characters in support dialogues explaining how major holy blooded people aren't always better in the domain corresponding to their holy blood than non HB people because non HB people can bypass their lack of dragon blood with hard work - completely pissing on this core Jugdralian mechanic that was translated in FE4's gameplay by weapon rank.

Is it gatekeeping? idk.

For me, it's just that I fell in Jugdral Hell some years ago (nearly a decade!) and despite its defaults, I still like this verse very much so I'd like a remake that is as faithful as possible to that thing I came to know all those years ago, maybe to exchange with new (and non new lol) fans about that verse!

But if we get, idk, a very #badass Deedee who doesn't, idk, mind killing a kid or two to show how #girlboss she is, well, for me, that wouldn't be Jugdral at all, but some sort of adaptation using those characters but writing them OOC.

Of course I can't say I have a better reading and take on those characters as IS themselves, but after seeing A!Mareeta's FB where she is supposed to be at her best/peak performance, and IS still wrote her to be "below" Ayra in terms of ability when Mareeta's Major Holy Blood means her skills with the blade are naturally superior to her "great aunt" 's skills I still think there's something that's missing.

It's as if we had Reinhardt throw better spells/be stronger at Thunder Magic than Peak!Ishtar, or worse, Azelle on a pony teaching FE5!Saias how to throw fire spells.

It's just, not possible in the Jugdral verse, because Jugdral verse is pretty inequitable and major HB people are cheat codes compared to minor HB people or non HB people. Now with that being said, the story is about what those people with magic blood that are cheat codes do and if they use their powers for good or stupid things. It's not about Midayle finally showing Aidean that his skills with a bow are superior to her sister's so now, he is finally strong enough to protect her from Verdane ruffians.

But after Fodlan's false "yeah but crests aren't the alpha and omega and yet i'm never going to tell you what they do because otherwise my excuse for worldbuildling falls apart", I wouldn't be surprised if Jamke, in a support, would teach Bridget how to use a bow.

:/

So yeah, it's better not to have any remakes.