#jeritza ask box

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Edelgard has autism:

• Socially, she struggles most situation that aren't politics:

- She tend to understand people pretty mechanically by using her systemic understanding of society, failing to really get them personally until directly corrected ( for example with Caspar or Linhardt support )

- Her attempt to joke seems to all fall flat due to not reading the room ( like her two jokes around the Battle of the Eagles of the Lions )

- She seems unaware when her actions sounds silly to other ( such as her imitations or the BLACK EAGLES STRIKE FORCE )

- While she genuinely wants to help, she can struggle to bring comfort to friends, at least in a conventional manner ( with Byleth after Jeralt death for example )

- She's commonly described as cold and arrogant ( and she compare herself to Byleth who's like, Autism personification )

- She doesn't care how she appears to other, be it during the academy with the aforementioned point ( or how she doesn't wear make up )

• Her preference align with some symptom:

- She enjoys being alone, she enhance the importance of routine for her through her hair and she has "loosing control" as a dislike

- Her obsession with the the crest system and nobility seems to fit a special interest, even at the Officer Academy where she must hide her plans she struggles to keep her mouth shut on the subject to the point it's difficult to imagine no one caught up that something going on ( this difficulty to actually lie despite trying to hide a whole coup fit another symptom too! ). She even randomly infodump about it like when she says "People used to believe the goddess once fell here from the Blue Sea Star, but according to astronomical research, the light from that star takes millions of years to reach us." 🥺

- Furthermore, this obsession seems to stem from an incredibly strong sense of justice which she constantly apply all throughout the game, be it during her support, during personal matter ( like with how she naturally afford real justice to duc Aegir and comfort his son despite the horrors he put her through ) or during the war ( for example when she constantly ask if the other side want to surrender first or spare enemy after the battle, or she insists on fighting at the front with her troops despite the risk )

- She doesn't fit society standards as she reject a lot of traditions and most importantly contest the very system that people consider the "norm" and rarely question. On a smaller scale, she also make "out of box" choices like wearing her weird short when all other women have a skirt in their uniform, being called "Emperor" as a woman or weeding even as the Emperor, wanting an outsider as her successor, how she abdicate, etc .

- This bit is 100% projecting on my part, but her particular behavior with clothes ( her gloves and the need to be completely covered up ) resonate much with sensory issue

As a bonus she voiced by Tara Platt aka Miriel who's undeniably autistic, and she's a Black Eagles which has one the highest neurodivergence concentration with the like of Linhardt, Jeritza and Ferdinand so as their house leader she doesn't have a choice.

( By the way she canonically has PTSD and it's very important to her character, it's sad that so many people erase that!! And as an hc she has chronic pains from the experiment, her double crest and her scars )

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[problematic-fodlan]

Y'all just mad because some people actually have the creativity to make some story ideas work while you yourselves keep to your boxes. I'd love to see how someone can make certain characters work in other routes. We need more CF Seteth, Flayn, Cyril, Dedue, and Hilda. Give me AM and VW Hubert. Show me what a SS Jeritza would be like. Give me an actual Golden Route with Edelgard, Claude, and Dimitri teaming up together. These ideas can work you guys just need to let go of your biases and ask "what would it take to actually make this work in character" and run with it.

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[omgkalyppso]

OTP Asks...again! Creator's choice! 😁

11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad?

16. Who hogs the covers?

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

You spoil me. fghfdgh Thank you for the ask. <33

I'll answer for: Meabh x Enver. Zoran x Jeritza. Celeste x Kaidan. Illusen x Zevran.

11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

If Meabh left a note for Enver in something like a lunch, he would have that meal incinerated, but he might keep the note. It would be like a bloody fingerprint, perhaps a suspiciously red kiss mark and a note like "[code name] taken care of." If Enver had a meal made for Meabh to take to-go, it might contain a cryptic note that just says, "None of my cheap lies <3." They'd both like that.

Zoran would be more likely to make lunch, but less likely to leave a note. After more than a few exchanges, Jeritza might return the gesture on more than one occasion with simple notes that say, "Thank you."

Kaidan was a little disappointed that Celeste was a dab hand in the kitchen, partially because he was striving to impress, and because they're more than a little competitive; but also because it was another one of Celeste's many passions that she never indulges in. He would make lunches, with little uplifting messages and queries about the food, "You're doing great today." "You remember when we ordered pickles last? That restaurant is still standing because of you; we should go back." "I'm not sure how I feel about this sauce, do you like it?" "Give them hell." "So grateful you're reading this."

Zevran is most likely to leave little notes, "Made with love." "Free of the darkspawn taint!" "Picture my lips around every bite." And on the rare occasion that he finds such a note from Illusen, he would cry over it, "Your favorite, mi amor."

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13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

Young dates between Meabh and Enver are dinner by the pier, making out under bridges and fucking in the room he had in a lower city apartment. Later dates between Meabh and Enver only took place at 12:30 AM or later, enough time for him to have a midnight ritual to Bane, and so sometimes much later depending on Meabh's schedule. Maybe they'd force a party with the criminals, since Meabh wouldn't want to let her guard down among the upper crust; or else they'd just stay up drinking alone, planning, plotting, playing — sometimes with actual board games.

Zoran takes Jeritza out to bars and taverns for singing and socializing, but most of their dates are quiet things where they craft things for themselves, each other, their cats and their horses.

Celeste would rather stay in and read, sleep, or tinker out calculations and simulations on her omni-tool; she comes to like the idea of doing any of those things with the noise of a biotiball game in the background. Kaidan can convince her to go on active dates fairly often, to help Celeste remember the world is out there, to be appreciated by it in turn.

Zevran's feelings are only openly reciprocated when Illusen is at least halfway through a pregnancy, and then she and her baby / child are never really separated. Their meetings and dates are quiet affairs in the sense that they aren't social things, but familial and private. Dancing to the wind or the sound of a music box, stargazing, storytelling, etc. Things change after about eight years, but it takes time.

15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad?

Can't see Meabh or Enver crying because of fiction. Maybe Enver might get misty-eyed if something really accidentally hits close to home, but blink and you'll miss it.

Zoran is the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad. Jeritza can and does cry but if he's triggered by a movie, it's going to be that there was too much blood and he's about to lose his sense of reality, not that he's brought to tears.

Celeste and Kaidan are probably brought to tears as often as each other, about equally not-sad things. Kaidan would cry about how small a baby deer is.

Illusen is more likely to be the first to cry during stories that don't seem sad, but Zevran sometimes follows suit, if only brought to tears to see her so troubled.

16. Who hogs the covers?

Enver. He instantly wraps the covers around the pair of them if he wakes and notices.

Zoran. Jeritza keeps extras folded at the foot of the bed the fourth time it happens.

Neither Celeste nor Kaiden. When they are not in mil/itary mode, they both sleep like star fish and the blankets are everywhere, and nowhere, and braided, and it's too hot, but it's preferable to sleeping alone.

It would be Illusen because Zevran's had his physical clinging beaten out of him, but they keep blankets large enough to keep this from being an issue for how they sleep.

24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

When Meabh and Enver sleep together it is most often with one of the two of them with their face in the others' tits. Partially for heartbeat reasons. If they're spooning, Enver is little spoon.

Jeritza initially sleeps flat on his back if he sleeps at all, with no awareness of what is or isn't comfortable. Zoran would sleep on his side facing Jeritza in this case. When Jeritza starts becoming aware of his own preferences, he also sleeps on his side facing Zoran. Sometimes they hold hands.

Kaidan strikes me as a belly sleeper when he's alone, but when Celeste is present he slinks into her space and she stretches and rolls into his, so it's not very consistent until they're both too old to flop around that much. They take turns as little spoon when cuddling that way.

Illusen and Zevran's most common cuddling positions are Zevran on his back with Illusen tucked under his arm, and with Zevran as big spoon.

[ask-jeritza]

Jeritza I'm just trying to be friendly to you that's all. I heard that you like peach ice cream so I got you a bowl to enjoy. Hands him a small bowl of peach ice cream.

Y-you are standing much too close to me, and I have done nothing to deserve such a sweet delight. But... regardless, you have my gratitude. Please do not be offended if I ask Hubert or another mage if they could run a quick test to see if it has been tampered with.

Now, if you could take three very large steps back, I would appreciate it immensely.

[princessmacedon]

A small plate of sugar cookies await Maria the next time she comes to class. They are still warm, perhaps baked that morning at the gifter's request. Tucked beneath the plate is a plain card of stationary with HAPPY BIRTHDAY. penned in clear, unadorned letters and signed with the letter J. Jeritza lingers outside in the courtyard only long enough to ensure that the half-gift, half-apology has made it to its recipient, then steals away again.

Her birthday begins the same as most days do: with classes that she attends as diligently as ever. By all reason it should proceed the same as the rest of them too, with the exceptions laying with friends and visitors, not such a thing as luck. Yet in spite of this, Maria cannot shake the ineffable feeling that something good will happen today.

And she is proven right when she comes to stand by her desk first thing in the morning, peering at it with curiosity in her eyes. What should greet her but a plate of cookies? Sugar cookies at that — plain and simple, perhaps, but in the same measure sweet and delightful! A gift in no way lacking for any supposed absence or flair.

Pinching the corner of the card beneath it between thumb and fore-knuckle, her suspicions are confirmed: this really, truly is a gift for her. But J…? She doesn’t know a J, does she? A finger curls over her chin in thought. Who would leave this for her…?

It’s when the scent wafts to her nose again a second later that she realizes the treats are still warm, and with a jolt, the little cleric stumbles toward the entryway, a hand braced upon its frame as she looked out upon the courtyard.

“Um…” Rather than worrying about anonymity and mysteries, if the confections were that fresh, surely— surely!— her secret gift-giver had to be nearby.

“Thank you very much!” She called out to somebody, wherever they were. “I hope you have a good day, too!”

[askhubertvonvestra]

Very poor, not that he has any regard for such things. His only concern is combat for its own sake, an opponent he deems worthy of his scythe, and bloodshed for the base pleasure of carnage.

While blood pools at my feet and I continue on, these deaths I surround myself with are for a purpose. I don’t kill for amusement, but due to the lack of a suitable alternative to see Her Majesty’s goal through.

...Still, I must admit I could have become him if my past more closely resembled his own. If the ghastly separation from Lady Edelgard had been even longer and I had time to grow more desperate, I could have lost more than a chance at a carefree life.

But what creature would consider the events at Remire Village to be enjoyable? Even his own death is something he covets in equal measure to the deaths of others, a sign of how distorted the Death Knight is.

And yet I can’t say he has nothing but my contempt. You cannot separate the Death Knight from Jeritza and so, he has my pity. When death does come for him, I can only hope he finds peace.

[firemblem-fics]

This isn’t a request but it’s the birthday of a wonderful friend on the discord server! Have a wonderful day, darling!

Also this is my first time writing for jeritza so I’m sorry if it’s not the best!

birthday. | jeritza

Warnings: mentions of death but that’s it! No plot just fluff

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Knock, knock.

“Come in?”

You lifted your head from the pillow and squinted your eyes at the door, trying to see who was cracking open the door. There was a plate being carefully held in the person’s hand.

Sitting up fully, you stretched and wiped the sleep from your eyes. “Jeritza? It’s so early, what are you doing here?”

The man hummed, not really answering your question, and closed the door and walking to your bed. “Don’t tell anybody about this.”

You and Jeritza were rather close- or, you’d like to think so. He wouldn’t tell anyone that the two of you were. You’d been relentless in trying to befriend him, even during the academy days. He would constantly turn down your company but eventually sighed and allowed you to stay, as long as you weren’t bothering him. He’d accidentally let it slip that Jeritza wasn’t his real name once, which led to him kicking you out after you pestered him for the real thing. You hadn’t asked again after missing him for the rest of the day.

Eventually he began to seek your presence as well, coming to you during the night to talk or sitting with you during meals. After the death of his sister, he laid with you on your bed. For once during your time spent together, you were silent. He was not.

But you wiped the tears away- sorry for him and yet grateful that the man trusted you enough to see him so vulnerable- and kissed his forehead as he dozed off on your chest. After that night, the butterflies in your stomach multiplied. You’d hoped he had at least one little creature fluttering around inside of him.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

Your bedside candle was lit, as was the candle that rested atop pancakes on the plate. Jeritza laid your breakfast on your lap and sat at the foot of the bed, watching you as you smiled and blew out the candle and made a wish.

“You didn’t have to, y’know,” you laughed, “but thank you. You don’t know how much this means- I didn’t even think you’d remember my birthday.”

Jeritza tilted his head. “Of course I would remember?” He seemed to question your thought process. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You laughed and looked at your pancakes, not touching them. “You don’t fool me, Jeritza. I know I bother you sometimes, you don’t have to act like I don’t. I know you tune me out.”

“Y/N.” Jeritza didn’t really know what to do. He tilted up your head and cupped your jaw a bit to make you look up at him. “I’ll admit. You used to bother me, yes. But you grew on me and I- I can’t imagine a day without you by my side. Which reminds me-“

He pulled back again and reached into his pocket, pulling out two boxes. “These are for you.”

You gasped lightly, taking the two boxes. Opening the longer one, you pulled out a gold chain with a tiny heart. You turned around and handed the necklace to the man in front of you, who pushed your hair aside and clasped the necklace on you. His fingers lingered on your neck and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your nape. A shiver ran down your spine.

Turning back towards him, you then opened the smaller box. “A ring?”

“It’s- it’s not a proposal, yet.” Jeritza turned a little red, “I wanted to wait until after the war to truly propose, but this is a promise. Look on the side.”

You twisted the ring onto your finger and read the edge. Your initial + E. You cocked your head in confusion.

“It’s for Emile. My real name.”

Your eyes watered a bit. “Emile… I love you, Emile.”

He smiled as you placed your pancakes beside you and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, tighter, whispering those words back. “Thank you.”

[gascon-en-exil]

Mercilessly Judging the Men of Fòdlan: The Empire

It’s been a long time coming, over eight months in fact, but now that it may be assumed that the last of the DLC has been released and the fandom as a whole has settled comfortably into its various camps I think there’s no better time than now to answer that burning question: how raunchily, outrageously gay can the male cast of Three Houses possibly be? For those unfamiliar with this fun little series of mine, I’ve been applying my extensive knowledge and experience of gay male sex and hookup culture to the men of Fire Emblem, originally as a way of reckoning with the refusal of the games themselves to provide me with any worthwhile self-insert M/M content. I stand by that premise for FE16 - you all know how absolutely nothing appeals to me about m!Byleth or his prospects on that score - but in the years since my first outing of merciless judgment with Awakening that idea has expanded into something broader, an imaginative modern AU of sorts where all these guys are into men (if not always exclusively) and willing to put themselves out there in the lewd and semi-anonymous world of hookup apps in search of their preferred carnal delights.

A note on organization before we begin, as this material is too long to cram into one post. Excluding Byleth (as Avatars and their spawn always are for this project) there are twenty-one playable male characters in Three Houses. This makes for an even threeway division to preserve the eponymous conceit of the game, but not a particularly neat one. Aligned with the Adrestian Empire I therefore have below the male Eagles, Crimson Flower-exclusive Jeritza, former Imperial noble Hanneman, and...Seteth, because he’s the closest thing to a non-self-insert lord figure in Silver Snow and because he had to end up somewhere. As I said, not very neat.

The Kingdom

The Alliance

Hubert

His profile is sparsely filled out and his photo less than promising, but the select few who catch his eye will be treated to a courteous (if mildly acidic) barrage of introductory messages and polite requests to meet over coffee or a light lunch, no dick pics or requests for same in sight. It’s only after the exchange of small talk has passed that someone - could be you, could be him - brings up why he has kink as a listed interest, opening up a Pandora’s box of horrors as he casually shows you some of his photo collections. Asses red from whips and floggers, scrotums stuck through with pins, barbed cock rings, electrified nipple clamps, and ghastly shots of the man himself, his mouth dripping with blood over a fresh bite wound on his teary-eyed partner’s shoulder. He is, he explains, a Dom at heart - and the rougher the better. What he doesn’t explain and likely never will is that all that pain play and torture porn neatly covers for the fact that he’s less endowed and less skilled in that area than he’d be willing to admit, or that he harbors a secret longing to be Dommed himself, probably by someone close to him who has no interest whatsoever. He takes his career very seriously although you’ll never learn exactly what that entails, but you have a sneaking suspicion that whatever it is enables all those coldly violent impulses he displays in the bedroom.

Favorite erotic tea time subjects: CBT, vore, femdom

Favored gift: stiletto heels, for use on his face

Ferdinand

Within a minute of talking to him you know his full name, what prominent public figure(s) he’s related to, and where he plans on going with his life, in an overwhelming display of lack of concern for keeping his private life private that would be worrying if he didn’t pair it with an indefatigable self-confidence. The type of gentleman who expects flowers and opened doors and one person to pay for a whole date and coy blushing about going back to his place for some tea, but what unfolds afterwards may be surprising to anyone who wasn’t picking up on the subtext during the night out: that you’re dealing with a toned and vigorous vers/bottom who longs to lie back and be taken care of but absolutely will never turn down a challenge or request no matter how much it demands of him or how expertly he will be able to rise to the occasion. Long practice and some truly enviable thighs (he’s a noted equestrian, and loves showing off his album of favorite horses) let him milk a cock for hours - nearly as long as the subsequent pillow talk will be. It’s little wonder more than one of his lovers has had the idea to gag him...or to fuck him somewhere outside his bedroom once they go in and find the walls plastered with posters of his favorite pop and stage divas staring at you. Prime trophy husband material, wealthy and well-connected and fetching on anyone’s arm, but there’s no question that he’ll only be truly happy if he’s with someone who can challenge him to step out of his unusually large comfort zone: socially, professionally, or sexually.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: edging, crossdressing, fisting

Favored gift: a horse cock dildo, for his much-lauded huge hole

Linhardt

A master at genuinely negligent ghosting, it’ll take a minor miracle to actually arrange a meeting with this guy. Either he never answers, or he does but only to snap at you because he’s busy and only even logged into the app because his mind wandered for a second. Still, he draws a lot of attention from those into geeky twinks. Is not into foreplay, and can scarcely be bothered to maintain interest long enough to even stay hard unless you get lucky enough to hit on one of his subjects of recent fascination. Never offers to do anything in bed, and will in fact pick up his phone to browse through Wikipedia and Reddit while he’s being penetrated. Calling him out for his appalling lack of manners will get nothing more than a wry snort and a quick summary of whatever’s currently got his attention. Never cums, doesn’t seem to want to cum, and guys creative enough to try to ride him are often disappointed that he’s more likely to grumble that all that bouncing on his pelvis is making it impossible for him to catch a power nap. Just about the only way to fully get him invested is to get really weird - introduce him to some fetish he’s never thought to try. Incest kink, breeding kink, role reversals, elaborate roleplay...the more cerebral the better, because the physical stuff tends to put him off (especially blood play, which is his hard limit). Needless to say most aren’t up to that task, and so he’s nonchalantly left a trail of frustrated and disappointed men in his wake.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: somnophilia, historical roleplay, mpreg

Favored gift: a long-lasting vibrator, so he can stick it in and let it work while he’s otherwise occupied

Caspar

No amount of headless torso pics and carefully scaled dick pics will be enough for his ego, but encountering him in person will reveal that he’s not so much vain or delusional masc4masc as really, really compensating for something. This manifests as a deep-rooted resentment against guys taller than him or, ahem, better-proportioned, but his preference of sexual partners does not reflect his prejudices - which is fortunate for him given his measurements. Loud and energetic in all things, and it shocks no one that he’s a screamer in bed but also can’t last for very long once he really gets going. Lucky for everyone that his refractory period is unusually brief, although that leaves him deflecting odd inquiries into whatever substances he may be on (he’s clean and always has been, hard as that is for anyone to believe). Likes to top for the workout, but he won’t say no to riding a good dick. Has an unexpected sentimental side he’s not very good at expressing except indirectly, in the same way that he’s apparently oblivious to his casual innuendos. It will take someone very patient to put up with him, but the reward is (probably) worth it for the body alone provided he’s got a sufficient outlet for all that energy. Would be perfect for an active poly relationship or long-term FWB situation so no one guy has to manage him alone, but he’d have to be at the center of any such arrangement lest his numerous insecurities rear their heads. Is not into incest kink.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: post-workout sex, multiple orgasms, autofellatio (he wishes)

Favored gift: condoms a size too big for him, because even safe sex should be an opportunity for bragging

Seteth

He doesn’t share nudes, and says upfront that he’ll block anyone who asks or opens conversation with one. Seems to be genuinely interested in friendship over anything else, although he’s not great at small talk in text and would rather chat over snacks on a park bench or at one of the numerous community events he likes to organize. Is a family man through and through: devoted to his loved ones, quiet in his hobbies, and unusually spiritual in an orthodox church-going way. You start to wonder if he’s even into men or if his presence on the apps was just a very strange fluke, but he holds his handshakes just a little too long and progresses quicker to hugs and quietly intimate arm touches. Discussion of his prior love life is strictly off limits, but many months down the road when you finally get invited into his bed it’s clear that he’s no blushing virgin and is adept in the use of fingers, tongue, and cock for fully satisfying his partner. He might even bottom, although he’ll blush about being long out of practice in that area which suggests a wealth of untold stories by itself. He also may be, somehow, the only man in existence who knows what intercrural is and how to do it. Blessed with stamina far beyond what might be suggested by his age (which he only reveals several weeks into your acquaintance, another point of embarrassment for him), your encounters are far more likely to end with a phone call from one of the innumerable people who look up to him and depend upon his reliable if fussy sense of duty than it is from him tiring out. Fond of fishing, and known to take dates out to cast a line and then maybe have some naughty fun afterward. Does not appreciate being called a daddy, but he’s been known to accept big bro as an occasional slip-up.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: discipline, incest kink, scalies

Favored gift: your STI testing history, because he doesn’t mess around with that stuff

Hanneman

A polite if unassuming silver daddy, with no sugar for the obvious escorts but the cushy professional post and generosity to make him appealing to a less openly mercantile sort of young man. His chosen field is not an easy subject for light conversation, but damned if he doesn’t try his best regardless. His favorite tactic might be finding some way of applying his work to something about his date, no matter how tenuous the connection or how unwelcome the observations. Not super fit and doesn’t get out much so as the night is winding down he’s not good for very much other than intermittent blowjobs and even more languid handjobs, although a truly dedicated partner might coax something more out of him with help from a little blue pill or two...and maybe some poppers, because he’s old enough to remember when everyone used those. Despite his reputation for mildly inappropriate perving on guys young enough to be his sons - some of which he acquired in a professional context, with some of his favorite anecdotes of past trysts involving junior lab techs/TAs/secretaries/others among his subordinates - he’s not actually averse to fooling around with men closer to his own age, although he’s more awkward about it since he’s a bit out of his element when he’s no longer the only experienced voice of wisdom in the room. Either way, if there’s one thing he hates it’s sloppiness, whether in one’s personal or professional life. As a result he avoids bars like the plague and has little patience for drunks. Contrary to this fastidiousness however his advances in his career are such that he may one day do something radical and ill-advised in the pursuit of knowledge; one only hopes that the various skeletons hiding in his closet don’t come back to haunt him - with regret or harassment lawsuits or who only knows what else.

Favored erotic tea time subjects: medical kink, teacher/student, cock milking

Favored gift: consent to video encounters, for future reference

Jeritza

The kind of rough trade all your friends warned you about...except he’s not rough trade, not really. Deeply troubled and disarmingly attractive is a deadly combination, and he thrives in a medium where one-word responses and explicit pics are considered perfectly commonplace. Encounters with him are quick and rough and nearly anonymous, always in the dark and with little opportunity to see or interact with him apart from the hands grasping you to him and the admittedly impressive cock jabbing into you from whatever angle he can manage. He’s had the threat of assault charges or worse thrown at him more than once, but it’s never made him any more considerate or careful. To the very rare individual who keeps returning for more the most explanation he’ll ever provide is that he becomes someone else when pursuing sex, someone hard and violent and not at all like the person he insists that he is. This is something he ties into some deep-seated trauma, but there’s something distinctly insincere about the underlying psychology as if it were only an excuse for an abuse fetish run wild. Pretty much all of his tricks ghost him at that point, wanting to get as far as away as possible from a true crime drama just waiting to happen. Curiously enough if he ever does find a long-term partner it won’t be with the expected extreme masochist - expect them only to show up in a police report one day, with extremely gory pictures - but with someone who can match his lustful bloodlust with more of the same and who is totally comfortable throwing around death threats that at some point transform into only moderately disturbing innuendos. 

Favored erotic tea time subjects: masks, blood play, asphyxiation

Favored gift: anything sweet he can lick off your body...because it’s either that or viscera

[pokemagines]

SORRY im being annoying w my jeritza lovemail but. listen. i love him and am happy

pls send jeritza requests if y’all would xx the ask box is open for jeritza and sin ideas ONLY gn 💖💞

[problematic-fodlan]

For me Edelgard was barely around her father. The way Ionus talks at the coronation seems to indicate they were not talking nor near each other much. And both he and Edelgard potray him as only watching for afar in silent horror.

Meanwhile, she seems to be around TWSITD, especially Arundel, more often. The casual bites in her words when they talk, how she knows well his expectations and how he casually go talk to her seems to indicate their relationship has been going for some time now. Add to that to that TWSITD controlling behavior like with Kronya disguised Monica and I think it's a pretty educated guess.

Otherwise, we are sure of two events that happened in this time:

- Hubert convincing Edelgard to ally with TWSITD

- Edelgard meeting Jeritza

We can probably also add political talk with Waldemar and Leopold as well. So, we can say Edelgard was very much working on her plan already back then.

Lastly, I think there was quite a lot of studying. Edelgard has a particularly strong knowledge of history ( or at least history from the human POV ) and seems educated in many matters like goverment ( Monarch study book as a liked gift ), science ( advice box ask on astronomy ), etc

So for me Edelgard pre-academy post-experiment time was a mix of TWSITD abuse, studying, working on her plan with Hubert and taking it into action.

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[ask-jeritza]

Ask Post-Timeskip Jeritza von Hrym!

This is an ask blog dedicated to Jeritza! I love him a lot and I hope to engage with fellow Three Houses fans~~ Feel free to send any questions, roleplay starters or comments my way!

“I stand beside the Emperor and the Two Jewels of the Empire. My scythe may be bloodied, my eyes may have seen too much. But please do not cower. If you have questions, please do direct them towards me, and I will answer in due haste. If friendship is what you desire, perhaps one day we could share ice cream in the dining room. If accusatory comments and expressions of disapproval are what you wish to send my way, then that is okay. I am deserving of that.

There does exist a fire smouldering within me, but I am working on suppressing it. Like everything, it is a work in progress. Do not raise your hand with intent of violence, do not threaten those I care about, and you will be okay.”

[ask-jeritza]

What does your typical day look like.

I naturally awaken as soon as the sun begins to rise. I am an infuriatingly light sleeper, and the slightest sliver of light is certain to rouse me. From there, I make myself and Mercedes some morning tea, or if I have had a bad night the night before I may have coffee. On those days I enjoy watching the disgust and disappointment upon Hubert's face as I load it with sugar and cream.

If the day is free from battle, I will spend it tending to the various practical trivialities that war brings. Cleaning weapons, repairing armour, seeing to my horse. I deliver paperwork up to the main offices when Edelgard and Hubert and Ferdinand are too swamped to collect it themselves, which is very often the case. On Wednesdays I volunteer my time in the kitchen and help to wash-up after the lunch period. It keeps my hands busy and the kitchen head is nice to me and does not treat me differently. Sometimes the professor asks me out to tea... Those times are difficult, as my mind is overwhelmed with the desire for them to attack me, but... I am working on it. I am very poor at talking in person, but sometimes they ask me about cats or my favourite sweets or my positive childhood memories, and I enjoy those times.

I often spend the evenings in Mercedes' quarters. She is... teaching me crafts. Knitting, crochet, embroidery, sewing. She says it will keep my mind and hands busy and that it is therapeutic. As of now, I can report that she is correct in those descriptions, but I am... very bad at it. Horrifically bad, to the point where she struggled to breathe from laughter. If I am not with Mercedes then I am probably out on a walk. The grounds around the Monastery have become incredibly overgrown, and many prey species have flourished. I hunt game that I give to the kitchens, I fish in the river. Dusk is the best time for these things and I relish in the solitude.

[ask-jeritza]

Hey Jeritza, what are your thoughts on spiders? Like if I handed you a pet tarantula would you be frightened?

Frightened by a spider? A ridiculous notion. The only spiders that might make me hesitate would be venomous ones, but often they only bite when provoked and I am not stupid enough to do so.

Spiders... are interesting creatures. I have spent rather a lot of time in their company. The basements of the main Bartels building were dusty and home to many species and sizes of spiders, and as a boy I spent many nights watching them weave their webs or wrap up their prey in threads of silk. One time, a spider used my foot as a point to begin its web, and by the time it was done I looked as if I belonged there in that damp place, gathering dust and cobwebs.

I have never seen a tarantula in person, though I have seen illustrations of them in arachnology books. I highly doubt one would frighten me.

[ask-jeritza]

Hey I heard that you love cats Jeritza. I just love cats but I can't have one because I have a sister who's allergic to them. They are so soft, cute and very playful especially when they are kittens.

You are correct in your assumptions... my fondness for cats begun when I was six years old and I found a mother cat in labour in the bushes outside of the main Bartels buildings. I was supposed to be confined in my room as a punishment for performing poorly in a mathematics lesson one day, but I heard her mewling and climbed out of my window when I knew my father was asleep. She gave birth to an impressive seven kittens. I visited her bush every day with meat cuts and fresh water, since I would undoubtedly be punished for bringing her indoors. One day they suddenly disappeared and I hope that she simply relocated her family and that they were not caught and... disposed of.

...That is far, far in the past. Nowadays it seems that cats purposely avoid me. I try to approach one for a stroke and it darts away in terror, even when I crouch down and make ridiculous cooing noises to reassure it that my presence does not bring peril. I believe they can sense my murderous impulses.

This information was shared to you willingly, though you would be wise to keep in mind that cats are no weakness of mine. You cannot use them to target any weak spots or get me to let my guard down. I am no fool.

[ask-jeritza]

*Offers you an egg*

I dread to think about what manner of trickery and poison awaits inside this thing, but you will have to try much harder if you wish to hurt me. I have gone through too much to be fooled by something as pathetic and superficial as-

Oh, it is just an ordinary egg? I see. Go and give it to someone else. I do not want it.

[ask-jeritza]

Jeritza I saw some bandits hurting some women and their children outside the monastery I don't have my sword on me but I saw you here so I came to get you can you help me sort it out

I will tear them apart. How dare such despicable degenerates come into Her Majesty's army base and hurt the weak and defenceless. I do not have my weapon on me either, but my hands and fists are more than enough to subdue anyone who thinks it is okay to lay their hands on a child.

Once the women and children in question are safe, please take them inside and to the infirmary. They do not need the trauma on their conscience of witnessing the conclusion of these maggots, and seeing what I will do to them.

And once I am cleaned off afterwards, I will pay them a visit. I have a pile of blankets I mean to give to Mercedes to donate to the orphanage, but this is also a fine use for them. One has ducks on.