#ask-frederick: C support

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Anxifear College AU Fic Chapter 2!!

I have yet to decide on a name for the fic, you're seeing my WIP since I decided to post it on AO3 once it's finished ^^ I usually also give chapters titles but idk yet- we'll have to see if I get any ideas. If not, they'll just be numbered XD

Tw/ Anxious and lonely thoughts, but it's followed with fluff, so you should be fine dw ^^b Chapter 2 under the cut!

As the first month of the semester went by, the trees turned to different hues. Red and yellow brightening up the dull grays of the city. Orange... well orange was like her hair, and green? Green was like her eyes. He saw her in every leaf, every blossom, every sunray shining through his bedroom window early in the morning. The more he tried to get her out of his mind, the more the season reminded him of her. Unavoidable. He was going to see her next Tuesday, after all, they both had to go to work. Fred hoped if he formed a friendship with her, his attraction would diminish; or so he thought.

He arched his back and wiped his face with his hands, forcing the sleepy slouch out of his body. He made breakfast, packed his things, changed into something a little more presentable and left his condo. Living on the top floor of the building had it's perks : privacy, silence, a beautiful view of the city. It's downsides, however, we're non negotiable, notably the height and thus, the time on the elevator. He hated elevators, cramped with nowhere to run to. He shivered at the thought every day. He'd much rather take the stairs. It's not as if anyone else was using them. Plus! It made for a good morning exercise.

Making his way to work is pretty mundane, a repetitive task, driving in the endless sea of cars that formed the heavy traffic. It gave his mind the time to wander, worrying about what ridiculous thing he might say to her next. He's been trying not to flirt with her, but quite frankly it was beyond his control. She's lovely! And he liked her; he couldn't deny it. He was trying to keep things professional more for her sake than his own since she had just been assigned this position. He knew how stressful a time like this could be. In fact, she was obviously very disturbed by the new routine and responsibilities of a lecturer. What she needed was support, not romance. But perhaps? Was he undermining the support a romantic partner could bring to her? Not everyone wants to be in a relationship; he didn't want to assume. He'd have to ask her! But how?

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Many students stay behind to ask him questions after class. He will concede, mathematics aren't for everyone and it's normal to have questions. He's delighted by their curiosity every time, even after 3 years of answering!

"M. Fitzgerald, I don't mean to ask anything too personal," asked Daphne, a design major with a striking taste for the color green, "But why is it that you stay after class even after all the students have left?" Her younger sister, Vivienne, always following in her older sister's footprints, lurked just behind her. The two girls were the last students in the room; the interrogation almost seemed planned to him.

"Oh hm... Well," his hands began to shake, "I stay behind and keep company to Ms. Tyson. As a new teacher, I'd like her to feel welcomed here."

"I see," she paused for a moment to look him up and down, "Well that's very noble of you Frederick. Thank you for answering," Daphne had a knowing smile on her face as she waved goodbye, her sister giggling excitedly, following behind her.

Fred had a sigh of relief. He found himself waiting for Ms. Tyson once more, heart pounding. After about 15 minutes, she was nowhere to be found. Odd, he thought to himself, she's usually so punctual. Perhaps today was the day he... manages to avoid her. His heart doubled in weight and sunk to his stomach. Feeling nauseous, he took a deep breathe and slowly exhaled. He quickly gathered his things into his messenger bag and rushed out the door, trying to move faster then his feelings could catch up.

Rushing down the hall, the faster he walked, the longer the hall became, stretching out for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly, Anna-lee took a turn at the end of corridor, just as he as he arrived. It all happened so quickly : she ran up and took the turn. Right then, he saw her and turned the other way to try to avoid her, but it was too late. They crashed into each other, sending all of Anna's course notes flying into the air.

"My notes!" She yelled after she had triped over his foot and reached out to try to catch them as she fell. Oddly, she didn't feel herself hit the floor. Her eyebrows frowned, she looked down, then turned to look at Fred, "Thanks for catching me," she smiled.

His face lit up and he quickly let go of her waist, fidgeting with his hair and clothes, "You- you're welcome!" He cleared his throat while readjusting his glasses.

"I'm so sorry for crashing into you like that, I was running late-" her voice trailed off, guilty.

"You don't need to apologize, it was an accident. I'm surprised you're late though. What happened?" He asked, helping her collect her things.

"I slept through my alarm- I was exhausted! Last night, I bearily got any sleep and- I don't know why I'm telling you this, you aren't interested in hearing it."

"Well, I asked you didn't I?" He recalled, reaching out for another note, their hands met and their eyes crossed paths. For a moment, he held his breathe and swallowed.

Then, they both giggled nervously and she quickly took the sheet for herself, "I really don't want to bother you, thank you for all your kindness, but I can carry all this on my own," she gestured towards the things he had in his arms, a frown spreading across her face.

"You aren't a burden, but you do have one! Let me help you, I insist," he began to walk towards the classroom again, "It fascinates me how you can carry all this with two hands. By my estimate, this should be near impossible, and I'm a math teacher!"

She laughed, "I've perfected the technique over the years; I don't like writing notes on the computer, so I keep most of them on paper. I usually collect them into folders, but when I'm using them, I'd rather have them loose like this. If you spread them out on a table, they create a timeline!"

"Wow, really?"

"Yes! It's a lot of hard work, but it helps a lot- well- maybe not with organization, but definitely for memory!" She explained nervously, "Sorry to keep you waiting- were you waiting for me?"

"Of course! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't even wait a little bit?" He responded, placing her things onto the desk.

A smiled curled onto her face, "There's still a little time left before my class, are you planning on staying til then, as usual?"

"As usual," he bowed his head politely.

"Well then, I'd say you're a pretty great friend!"

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She pushed herself up brutally, sitting still on her bed for a second. Her heartbeat was racing, the sound ringing in her ears. Her arms loosing strength and shaking. Her room felt entirely too small; the air was suffocating. Another nightmare. A frown slowly, painfully appeared on her face. She could deal with the stress later; it was time to get reay for work. Her nightmare woke her before her alarm could. She took a deep breathe before getting up and shutting it off.

Anna zoomed around her apartment, multitasking a routine she had memorized. Every breakfast was the same : peanut butter jelly sandwich with a cup of coffee; although the spread was interchangeable if she felt bored of PB&J. Milk was also optional. For her clothes, she had made herself a uniform composed of 5 different tops and 5 different pants, all to mix and match. All early morning decision stresses avoided, she finally washes up, packs her things and heads out the door. Her small underground apartment wasn't much, but it was humble for sure, decorated with items from her past as a highschool teacher.

Today was Tuesday and she was expecting to see Fred again. Fred has always been kind to her and she's very thankful for him. She's so new, most of her relationships are very professionally cordial, especially outside of her department, but not with him. He's funny, silly and kind; she enjoys his company, hearing about his interests and sharing her own. In fact, they both teach an underrated class : History and Mathematics are the base of many other disciplines. He can understand her struggles. Hopefully, enough so that he doesn't get tired of her presence...

No one wants to spend too much time inside her mind, not even herself. A thousand worries bounced off the walls in her head, giving her a headache. She shouldn't have drunk so many energy drinks last night. Not a very healthy idea; perhaps that may have caused her nightmare? She frowned to herself. Sitting in public transportation is the loneliest thing you can do with others. She wonders when the strange feeling in her throat would choose to leave.

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Finally came time for her class! As per usual, Anna-Lee was ahead of time exactly 30 minutes to meet up with- oh. When she opened the classroom door, she was met with silence. The room was empty. Well, almost empty. On the edge of the desk rested a gentle bouquet of purple flowers. Anna slowly walked up to it; her back arched forward and her lips pressed tightly. A small note left beside the bouquet read as follows :

"Hey Anna! If you're reading this, you're probably confused. Well, the simple answer is that I'm sick. Nothing bad I promise; I'll be back next week! I just felt bad for leaving you in the dust, so I had a coworker leave you this present from me! Maybe next time I could contact you directly if you give me your number; you know, save us some time! -My warmest regards, Fred."

Up close, the bouquet was huge! She lifted the flowers up to her nose : they were lavender. She took a slow, deep breath and exhaled calmly. She giggled to herself; aren't you supposed to send flowers to the person who's ill? Not the other way around?? What a guy! Even without being here, he still manages to make today more bearable. Lavender is supposed to keep you calm and help you rest as well; he really thinks of everything. As much as she enjoyed the gift... where was she supposed to keep the flowers?

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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A little bit of context for today's story post: some Lorimer lore, if you will. content warnings for death and pregnancy.

Above: Formal portrait commissioned by the Palace, c. 1919, age 22. Left: Pictured c. 1905, age 8, with her parents. Right: Pictured c. 1914, age 17.

Frances, Princess of Romilly, (born Frances Elizabeth Imogen Selby; March 5, 1897 - April 11, 1924) was the first wife of King Arthur V and the mother of his three eldest children: King Frederick IV, Prince Patrick, Duke of Statham, and Prince Louis, Duke of Atteberry.

Frances Selby was born on March 5, 1897 in Maloret, Iverny to Lt. Col. James Selby and Lady Imogen Penrose, a niece of Earl Maurice Penrose, husband of King Charles IV’s fifth daughter Princess Georgia. The marriage was loving, but morganatic, and Frances was the only surviving child. 

Frances was enrolled in the Maloret Girls’ School at age six, on the insistence of her mother. She graduated in 1914 and had planned to enroll at St. Anne’s Women’s College in Lorain, but the outbreak of World War I prevented this. Frances’s father, James, was drafted into the war at age 50 for his military accomplishments in the 1889 Isle of Leonne Offensive, a brief land dispute between Iverny and the United Kingdom. His actions as a Lieutenant colonel during a 1915 Western Front battle, while directly in opposition to his superior’s commands, were responsible for saving the lives of nearly 1,200 Ivernian soldiers. He was dishonorably discharged for insubordination in November 1915, but received a pardon directly from the Queen. In January 1916, he was knighted by Queen Jane II and awarded an Augustan Cross for valor, the highest military honor in Iverny. Frances reportedly met then Prince Arthur of Ettinger, the Queen’s cousin, at this ceremony.

Prince Arthur and Frances quickly bonded over their shared love of books and reading. According to the diaries of his sister Princess Antonia, the prince reportedly gave up to thirty-three books as gifts to the young Frances, and loaned out several copies from both his personal library and the Queen’s Clemons Palace library. It did not come as a surprise to the family when Arthur asked the Queen’s permission to marry Frances in the fall of 1917. The match proved unpopular in the Assembly and amongst the Royal Family for being morganatic, especially because Arthur was second-in-line to the throne behind his father, and Queen Jane II had yet to marry and produce an heir. However, the Queen approved the marriage on the grounds that morganatic marriages, while unpopular, were not against the law, and that she “saw the deep Affection and Trust between these two young people.” This infuriated Arthur’s mother, the Duchess of Ettinger, who had been trying to arrange a marriage between Arthur and one of her Romanov relatives for years. The wedding and marriage were delayed by the Queen for months at the Duchess’s insistence as the Russian Revolution made contact with her family almost impossible. 

The Queen died unexpectedly at age 26 in November 1918 from the Spanish Flu, shocking the nation and sending the royal family into upheaval. The Duke of Ettinger ascended the throne as Richard V, and both his wife and the Assembly urged him to prohibit the marriage. The new king refused on the grounds that “continuation of the Family line is essential” and that “through all of their Hardships, Miss Selby and the Crown Prince have stayed true to themselves and steadfastly honoured the love between them. Despite her humble background, she will make a fine Queen for this nation.” The two were finally married in February 1919 at Herriot Cathedral in Gaucelin. The Princess became a dedicated patron of many of the same causes that the very popular Queen Jane II supported, such as labor and occupational safety and education, as well as several of her own, including literacy and public libraries, quickly endearing her to the skeptical public. Her popularity exploded almost overnight.

The couple’s first child, Prince Frederick of Romilly, was born in January 1920, followed by another son, Prince Patrick, in the summer of 1922. Both pregnancies and deliveries were easy and uncomplicated. When the Princess fell pregnant again in 1923, court diarists wrote that she complained often of exhaustion and chills, and was confined to bedrest for much of the pregnancy. In April 1924, the Princess went into labor. After almost eleven hours of no progress despite labor symptoms, the court physician determined that the baby was breeched and ordered a cesarean section. Court midwives desperately contested this decision, but the Princess agreed to the surgery. The child, Prince Louis of Romilly, was born healthy on April 8, 1924, and initially the Princess recovered well from the delivery. However, the next day, the Princess developed a fever and extreme fatigue, and her condition rapidly deteriorated. The Princess died on April 11, 1924 at 27 years old, three days after giving birth to her third son, from sepsis and postpartum hemorrhage. The nation, still reeling from the shock of losing Queen Jane II unexpectedly five years prior, was in shock, outrage, and disbelief, but none moreso than the Crown Prince himself. 

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HELLO!!! Been following your blog since like I was in 6th grade? Just now made a tumblr account so HELLO YOUR CHROM GIVES ME HAPPIES!! 💙💙

Anyway question for Chrom and the muse, does Chrom ever get sick? Colds or anything? Headaches? Stomach issues? I know he hates rhubarb but I was wondering if he had a immune system/stomach of *steel* besides that. The nurse in me wants to know!

Okay thank you have a lovely day ^o^

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sINCE 6TH GRADE!?! UM! HOW OLD ARE YOU!?!?! NOW??????? LIKE..SINCE WHEN DID YOU SEE MY CHAOTIC DISPLAY OF WRITING ON THIS SILLY GOOFY BLOG THAT I TRY TO KEEP AS 'PROPER' RP BLOG AND FAMILY FRIEND????and like fails...because life truck san lol

ok um i'm glad my rambling here makes someone happy haha. lives to serve the crumbiest of the scrumbtious of mister fayre embrumbu, krumb. honestly, this is my crazy zone where i can rant about this silly man and have fun and feel happy when people like you say that they are happy to read my chaotic thoughts nyehehehe~

and a question!? heck yeah my favorite kind of support hoho~

you got that right! and i think i might have mentioned this before here or on discord about him wolfing down literally anything because you know there was a time when ylisse was not doing great after le papa did that 'let's go to za war~' ylisse lost most of its farmers and able hands so basically agriculture and economy took a dive in the plegian sea. so in short, they had to survive on what they already had or managed to acquire from Ferox (ofc not charity) and ofc that means c/hrom had to eat what was given to him. so for his stomach, it is almost a black hole unless you are talking about sully, kjelle, lucina and vaike's food--he is still pretty much human and will keel over because of their mystery food x LOL

as for getting sick hmmm not really but the downside of him not getting sick that often is that when he actually gets sick, it is severe. and it does not help that he tries to act cool and tough and obviously anti-sleeping-on-bed. you literally have to strap him to the bed or put frederick on watch lmao. i mentioned before that his physical health is top notch but when it comes to mental health is questionable teehe~ you need naga's mercy and the power of tough love to shake dem demons out of him lololol.

i hope the nurse in you is satisfied with this answer ~ if you got any thoughts share them! it would be interesting to know more practical and medical side of things since i know zero about them hoho. thanks uncle gloglgoglo for answering some questions i have at times lol

thanks lovely! your ask made me so happy, too! honestly i had to stare at it for a couple of hours and wait for the 'syke' but turns out a nice message ;u; <3

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Lucina and Lissa: C Support

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Lucina: Aunt Lissa, do you have a moment?

Lissa: PLEASE don't call me that, it's weird to even THINK I have a niece, let alone one who's older than me!

Lucina: Well then, Lissa, I had a few questions I wanted to ask you, there was so little time in the future for conversation.

Lissa: I guess it's hard to find downtime when the world is ending huh? What do you want to talk about?

Lucina: Hmmm, how did you and Father spend your childhoods?

Lissa: Pfft! Sneaking away from Frederick and getting into trouble. I would play pranks on Emm and Chrom, we'd have a good laugh and go to tea parties and..

Lucina: ? Are you alright, Lissa?

Lissa: Huh? Yeah! Sorry, it's just. It was so easy back then. To just be a child. I didn't even know we were at war. I can't imagine what you all had to go through.

Lucina: I cannot lie, the times were...harrowing. But all the more reason why the fight we fight is a noble one.

Lissa: Hehe, that's a good way of thinking!

Lucina: I never really considered the fact that Ylisse was at war even when you were a child. My grandfather, your father, had waged war on the Plegians, yes?

Lissa:...

Lucina: I seem to have touched a sore spot, I apologize.

Lissa: It's okay! I can't hide from it forever, right? It happened and I have to accept that.

Lucina: That's very mature of you, Lissa.

Lissa: Thank you. I would appreciate if we could talk about something else now though.

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DESCO SWEETIE PLEASE THROW THAT POSTER AWAY. THAT’S SOMETHING A SMOL CHILD LIKE YOU DOESN’T NEED TO BE AROUND.

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A sheep in Wolff's clothing

Summary: You accompany Toto Wolff at the after-season dinner with drivers, TPs and the few more important people from each teams.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader. Kinda.

W/C: 5.5k

Rating: PG

TWs: none

A/N: You guys are gonna hate me for it, so I apologize in advance! And I assure you I'm already working on something else with our dear Mr. Wolff.

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You were a perfect girlfriend, and it was something that came extremely easy for you. You knew what to wear, when to smile, what comments to make... When to dominate the conversation, when to let your partner shine, and when to pull others into the spotlight. You knew how to make others laugh, how to make them feel somber, how to make them jealous of how you were treating Toto and how he treated you.

You knew what type of partner he needed, and you were perfect in that role. You teased him just enough and complimented him in a way that wasn't forced, which wasn't that hard because you honestly admired what he was doing.

You were with him at every gala, and every time he or his team got any rewards. You accompanied him on races in UK, Austria, and Monaco... And whenever you were seen together in public, everything was always picture perfect.

So, it was no surprise when you showed up at the after-season dinner with all the drivers and team principals, wearing a dress that made a few of the younger drivers outright stop and stare, but you were used to it by now. You just gave them a polite smile and waved in their direction with a hand that wasn't holding a clutch worth more than some apartments in the center of London.

You stopped for a moment to exchange greetings and compliments with Geri, who immediately clocked your bag and expressed jealousy because she was also bidding on it. You just chuckled and said that if she needed any tips for the next time, she should ask Toto, because you had nothing to do with buying it. You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and went deeper into the room, to finally locate the man, the myth, the legend, who invited you to such a prestigious event.

- Ah, fashionably late, Schatzi...? - he joked and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your cheek and rest his hand on your waist.

- I'm never late, it's everyone else that is early. - you laughed, wrapping your clutch-free hand around him, and putting your head on his shoulder for just a moment. If it was up to you, you wouldn't have any purse with you today, but it was a statement. And people who were meant to understand it - definitely did. - Besides - how else am I supposed to make an entrance? - this time the other team principals laughed too. You took a peek up to read what was on Toto's face, and you could tell that he didn't want you to go mingle just yet, so you stayed where you were, complimenting the other teams’ achievements this season. It took everyone a little bit by surprise because one - you were obviously cheering for Mercedes, and two - you seemed to know just as much as someone high in management, which meant that you not only paid attention but also understood what was happening behind the scenes.

And you couldn't help but see the glimmer of jealousy in Christian’s eyes, because even though Geri was one of his biggest supporters, the way you spoke about how you admired a specific tactic the Red Bull team implemented this season (even though that meant less winning races for Mercedes), just couldn't compare to "you're doing amazing sweetie" he was getting from his wife. Judging by the way Toto squeezed your waist you knew you did well...

- You better not let this one go, my friend... She's one of a kind. - you pretended to blush at Frederick’s words, and hid your face behind your purse, at the same time showing it off.

- Yeah, when are you going to pop the big question? - Otmar interjected, and you gently tapped your fingers on Toto's hip, letting him know you're going to handle this one.

- Didn't he tell you guys? - you pretended to be surprised, and let the silence hang in between everybody just long enough for it not to become uncomfortable. - I said no. - the smile on your face suggested that there will be more, but the principles already laughed. - But in all seriousness - I'm the one responsible for that... I want to wait till I'll be done with my Ph.D. because there is no way I could plan the wedding right now. - you added and the way Toto pulled you closer told you that you did well. It suggested that there was a plan, but it was vague enough that he wouldn’t be faced with questions about it for quite some time. And when they appear, he could brush them off by talking about your research instead, and those types of projects could last for years.

- Oh yeah, biology, right? - you were honestly surprised that Christian was the one who remembered something. He was a bit off though.

- Biotechnology. - you corrected him with a light smile. You could have just nodded, but you were proud enough of the field of your academic achievements, that you couldn't help yourself. - I'm currently part of a research team working on stabilizing Microbial Fuel Cells for long-term medical applications, which is also a basis for my thesis. - you offered but by the look on everyone's face, you knew you lost them. - It's basically a battery that runs on bacteria. - you simplified and that was enough to prompt a few simple questions you didn’t mind answering. You adjusted your language so people who had almost no idea what you were talking about could still understand the gist of it, and by doing so you showed everyone that you felt comfortable enough in your field that you could explain it to anyone, but also conveyed how intelligent you were, without throwing that in their faces.

- Beauty and brains... - Frederick said in a joking manner, so you laughed politely. You felt the natural end to the conversation, and you were just about to excuse yourself when there was a light jingle letting everyone know that the dinner was about to be served. So, you let yourself be whisked away to the Mercedes table, which was already occupied by Lewis, George, and his girlfriend, Bono, Ric, James, and Simon. It was less than at the last event, but that wouldn’t be a problem since you didn’t need to hide behind meaningless conversations with as many people as you could.

Toto pulled out the chair for you and helped you sit down, always the gentleman. But before he ended in his own chair, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, to which you replied with a shy smile.

- It's good to see you again, George. - you greeted the driver seated next to you even before the food arrived. - I was trying to catch you earlier to congratulate you in person on São Paulo. - you put your hand on his forearm to emphasize your words. You already messaged him about it, but it was different in person. - You did really well this season. - you leaned a bit closer to him, so Toto wouldn't hear what you were about to say. - Don't tell him I said anything, but he told me he's really proud of you. - you whispered as if you were sharing a secret about nuclear codes, to which he reacted with laughter.

- Thank you, Y/n. I just hope that you'll be there when I'll get another one. - you leaned back in your chair, making space for the waiter to put a plate with an appetizer in front of you. In the beginning, you always made sure that Toto remembered the fact that you were vegan, but at this point - you didn't have to, because he always did. He paid attention not only to the food but also to other things he bought for you; everything came from environmentally conscious companies, which you appreciated.

- Well, I can't leave the UK for long, because of my research, but if you'll manage to plan your win for Austria, Monaco, or Silverstone, I guarantee I'll be there. - you smiled politely.

- I’ll keep that in mind… By the way, Carmen wanted to add you on Instagram, but since you have it private, she wasn't able to. Would it be ok, if... - he started asking, but you cut him off.

- Yes, of course! I'm sorry, I'm just a really private person and I don't even post that much... - you took your phone out of your clutch, opened the mentioned app, and passed your phone to George's girlfriend. - Just find and add yourself, it's gonna be quicker that way. - you gave her a huge smile.

- Thanks... Sorry to make such a big deal out of it. - by the way she looked at her boyfriend you could easily tell that that ask wasn't consulted beforehand.

- No problem, we're all friends here. - you laughed it off and took back your phone from her hands. You could see the last few pictures that were posted on your account, including the one with a giant bouquet of flowers Toto randomly sent you last week. That's exactly why you had this profile; to share a few crumbs of your relationship with him nestled in between your normal boring life, but it was the life you were happy in.

- And consider yourself lucky, I had to ask her for weeks before she added me! - Lewis commented and you couldn't help but chuckle.

- In my defense, you're one of the biggest gossips on the paddock, and I value my privacy. I had to make sure that you could be trusted. - you joked with the other driver, and what you said was mostly true. When you met Toto for the first time, you were much more paranoid about anything you two did, but now, after over 3 years, you were much more comfortable.

- Me...? - he pretended to be hurt and placed his hand on his heart, simulating real pain. - Gossiping...? - the theatrical gasp that left his mouth was at least Oscar-worthy and everyone at the table laughed.

The rest of the meal went without any major surprises. The conversation was polite but light, the food was amazing, and Toto was as lovely as ever. He didn't let his hands linger on your body for too long, he complimented you in front of your engineers, and to your surprise - he was even able to explain in more detail what was the purpose of your research, which meant that he did his homework. And since the topic of generating electric current was more familiar to them, you were more than happy to dive deeper and answer more in-depth questions, so before the desert, Toto silently offered that you two switch places, so you could talk with the engineers without having to lean over him.

And when the desert came, he was the one to make sure that the dish in front of you was vegan, because you were so caught up in explaining how the MFCs could potentially be used in pacemakers, and what technological steps were separating you from that.

It was nice to lower your barriers a little bit and talk without having to think about what you were about to say, but that ended right after the desert because it was your time to shine on Toto's arm again. So, you thanked the four men for the conversation and let Toto lead you to the dancefloor, where there were already a few couples dancing. Since not everyone finished their meals yet, the music was rather slow, but that didn't stop you two from enjoying the pleasant dance.

Even after all this time, you still couldn't figure out how he always managed to find you the most comfortable heels you ever had on your feet, even though they were abysmally high. They didn't mess up your balance at all and even after a whole evening of dancing, you weren't in that much pain. Plus - they not only matched the dress he chose for you but also his tie and the handkerchief in his pocket, so you two looked like you were made for each other. You stopped worrying about the prices of everything a long time ago; you had to if you didn't want to lose your mind in fear of accidentally damaging anything, even though everything he bought for you, was in the end - yours. All the clothes, jewelry, bags, shoes... He made sure that it was visible how well he took care of you, and how much money he spent on you, despite the fact that you were rarely seen together in public.

- Lewis is coming in our direction. Do you need him to know anything? - you asked quietly, suspecting the driver was about to ask you to dance with him.

- I trust you. - Toto just said with a smile and kissed your hand while taking a bow, like a proper gentleman. - Perfect timing, Lewis... She's all yours. - Toto smiled and passed your hand to the other man, to which he was thanked with a slight nod.

- How is your evening going so far? - Lewis asked, gently placing his hand on your waist, just where it was proper. Over the years you managed to get to know him well enough to call him... maybe not a friend, because he knew next to nothing about you, but you still cared about him.

- Not bad... I'm not sure why Toto always complains about these types of things... - you chuckled and let him lead you in a simple, but pleasant dance.

- Well, maybe your presence is enough to make it more entertaining...? - he suggested in a joking manner, almost flirting, but not quite.

- Oh, stop it... - you pretended to be embarrassed by his words. - Besides, between all the principals and drivers there is enough drama to entertain anyone. - you added with a smile.

- And yet somehow, when you're near, everyone is on their best behavior... - he teased, and you patted him on his shoulder in a scolding manner.

- Lewis! - he just laughed it off. You knew it was all fun and games and you enjoyed that little game of pretend.

- What? It's true! - you shook your head in disbelief. - But I bet there is going to be at least one fight about who's gonna get the privilege of dancing with you next... - he pointed his chin in the direction of a group containing a few of the younger drivers discussing something very lively. You glanced at them and sighed quietly... Sometimes you couldn't believe that those boys were the best in the world in that they did because even though you weren't that far apart in age, they still seemed like children to you. - Not a fan? - he noticed that something wasn't exactly right.

- Don't get me wrong, I like them... But I also see how they look at me, and while you and I tease each other and joke, I know you understand that I belong to someone else, and you would never cross that line. They have hope. - you explained, and Lewis nodded with understanding. You knew that objectively you fit a certain set of beauty standards, especially when you were as dolled up as today, but you never considered it your defining feature. And even though it was your looks that drew Toto to you, it was the conversation you had that sealed the deal for him.

- Well, they’re still young, and don't get this wrong - so are you. - you knew that. You were a good ten years younger than your current dance partner, but age wasn't exactly something you paid attention to. - You wouldn't believe the things I've heard when he first brought you to the race...

- I can only imagine... - you chuckled because the two of you weren't exactly an obvious pair.

- But you're making it work so well, that you're raising standards for other couples... - he continued, and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

- What can I say... He's a good one. I can't imagine being with him and not being happy... - you looked at Toto and sent him a soft smile over the crowd, which he almost immediately reciprocated.

- Last chance because I see the youngsters coming over... Do you need a rescue or are you a strong independent princess who doesn't need a knight in shining armor? - you couldn't help but laugh since he was a literal knight.

- I'm good, Sir Hamilton, but thank you. I appreciate that. - you gave him a soft smile, while he mirrored what Toto did earlier and bowed before he left.

- May I have this dance...? - you heard a familiar voice and when you turned around you saw Pierre, with a very charming smile and extended hand.

- You may... - you placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you closer. His other hand landed a bit too low to your liking, but you weren't afraid to move it higher. - As long as you promise to behave. - you added, your tone a bit sharper than you originally intended, but he still chuckled.

- Of course, mademoiselle... - you shook your head at his choice of words because he highlighted the fact that you weren't married.

- You're on very thin ice, Pierre, thread carefully... - you warned him in a serious tone, and he immediately adjusted his attitude, sensing that if he didn't - you would simply walk away, depriving him of the privilege of your company. The rest of the dance and the conversation were peaceful and when the song ended, he didn't try to convince you to spend another one with him, instead passing your hand to Lando, who was so flustered he almost stumbled, but in the end - he came out on top.

You were able to dance with more of the drivers, and even a few Team Principals and engineers, but eventually, you needed a short break, so you went back to the Mercedes table, where Toto was absorbed in a conversation with Sebastian, but as soon as he saw you walking in his direction, he stopped whatever he was saying, and just looked at you with awe painted all over his face.

- Hey Seb! - you greeted the former Ferrari driver, who looked like someone killed his cat.

- Whoa! Y/n, you look gorgeous! - he exclaimed when he finally saw you.

- Thank you! Although I should share that compliment since I had some help with the dress... - you laughed while sitting on Toto's lap. You established some rules about public displays of affection years ago, and neither of you ever thought about breaking them. - But it's still nothing compared to Hanna's. Did she design it herself? - you asked, but you weren't looking at him; your eyes were searching the table for something non-alcoholic to drink, but you weren't sure if the thing in the pitcher was spiked. You looked at Toto, and he just passed you his glass that contained what you thought was whiskey but turned out to be apple juice. He knew your habits well.

- Yes, she did! Although for the life of me, I couldn't tell you more about it... - he was a little bit embarrassed about that, but it meant that he cared enough to understand that not knowing about a lot of your wife's passion wasn't a good thing.

- I'll find her in a moment then... - you felt a hand on your hip, gently squeezing it, and letting you know you could stay a bit longer. After all those years, you perfected non-verbal communication with Toto, which made things easier when you were in the middle of the crowd. - But tell me... - you finally looked back at Sebastian, and leaned forward, suggesting that you were about to ask something extremely serious. - How much do you want to punch Mattia in the face? - he couldn't help but laugh, and you could feel Toto shaking behind you because he didn’t expect that question either.

- Well, since we're in public, I have to say that not at all. But ask me again after. - this time you were the one to laugh, and you leaned back into the muscled torso behind you. - Ehhh... I'm gonna miss you, Y/n... - he said seriously, and you reached for his hand.

- Seb, you're not dying... And you're one of the three drivers to whom I gave my real number, so do with that information as you will. - you smiled gently. In the beginning, you were super careful not to get attached, but it was harder than you expected. Even though you didn't travel with the team, and you weren't at even half of the races, it was hard not to find at least a few friends over the years, and Seb was definitely one of the closest ones.

- I'll try to remember that... - he chuckled, but there was no actual happiness behind his eyes. - Well, I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds alone. Thanks again Y/n. - and with that, he was off.

- They truly fucked him over, didn't they...? - you asked quietly.

- They did. - you sighed and finished the apple juice that was in Toto's glass.

- Do you want to do anything else...? - you asked, resting your head on his shoulder. After almost four years of the dance you shared, it came naturally to you.

- Make Horner jealous... - he whispered, and you had to look at his face to make sure that he truly meant it because usually, he wasn't a vindictive man.

- How jealous...? - you asked, seeing that he was indeed serious.

- Furious. - there was a darkness behind his soft chocolate eyes, but you could definitely work with that.

- Ask Geri to dance with you. And make her laugh... He will try to establish dominance by either punching you in the face or asking me for a dance and being inappropriate since he's already a bit drunk. If he does the latter, wait a minute, and then maneuver Geri so she'll be able to see us but don't make it obvious. - you said in a sweet tone, and with a giant smile on your face, so anyone who looked at you would think that you were whispering sweet nothings to each other.

- Are you sure you'll be ok with that...? I wouldn't want to... - he started but you just pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

- I'll be fine, I promise. - you rose up from his lap and sat in the chair that was occupied by Vettel just a minute ago. You took out a small mirror from your clutch and pretended to reapply your lipstick when in reality you were observing what was happening behind you, and it wasn't long before you noticed the team principal of Red Bull team strutting in your direction, exactly as you predicted, so you put away both the lipstick and the mirror and let him invite you to dance with him.

The words he used weren't exactly full of charm, but that didn't matter under those specific circumstances. His hand was already lower than you wanted it to be, and you could smell the vodka on his breath, because his face was so close, but you didn’t say anything, since he was playing right into your hand.

- So, Christian, tell me, how did it... Feel... to finally have that giant constructor's trophy in your hands...? - you asked. He was so easy to manipulate… You didn't even have to try that hard. One emphasized word paired with a suggestive smile, and his hand was riding down your ass to squeeze it, but before he managed to do that, you were already reacting. - CHRISTIAN! - you screamed loud enough that you caught everyone’s attention, while his hand was still where it definitely shouldn't be. He froze like a deer in headlights, so you tore it off your body hard enough that he started to lose his balance, and you quickly followed with a strong slap in the face. You were left-handed, so at the events like those almost all the rings were on your right hand, which made the slap sting even more. - Shame on you! - you added, turned around, and pretended to just now notice Geri. She was still holding Toto's hand. You stopped in your tracks because you knew how to play your role well. You mouthed a wordless "I'm sorry" in her direction, before quickly heading toward the exit. You couldn't be sure, yet somehow you were, that Toto was also apologizing to her, and grabbing your things from the table just to follow behind you, suggesting to everyone that your evening has officially ended on a sour note. But that couldn't have been further from the truth.

- Are you ok...? - Toto asked when he caught up with you in front of the restaurant, and you sighed.

- I should have punched him... - you gave him a soft smile, while he was handing you your clutch back. - It would have hurt more because of the rings...

- But a slap was more humiliating... - he offered, gently taking your right hand into his and pressing a soft kiss to your palm that was getting warm from how hard you hit the other man, even though there was no one around now.

- Mr. Wolff, you're getting ahead of yourself... - you teased him, and he almost immediately released your hand from his grip.

- Thank you for tonight... - he smiled, but before he managed to say anything more, the valet brought his car in front of the restaurant. Toto opened the doors for you and offered you his hand so you wouldn't lose balance while getting into the car.

And as soon as he started driving, you finally shook off your mask of a perfect girlfriend and stretched the front seat of the car.

- Do you think anyone took a picture or video of what happened? - you asked, not even trying to hide the yawn. After the whole day in a lab, a flight to Monaco, and literal hours you spent getting ready for the event, it would be a miracle if you weren't tired.

- I think I saw Charles with his phone out. - Toto also relaxed more into a comfortable seat.

- Great. If it somehow leaks, I think we should be seen all happy and in love right after, so I'll keep my schedule open for the next week. - you said, reclining your seat a little bit, to find a more comfortable position. - Oh, and I should send chocolates to Geri tomorrow to express how sorry I am about what happened to really drive the punch. Can you find out where they're staying? - you asked, trying, and failing to keep your eyes open.

- I'll take care of it, don't worry. And isn't your 5th anniversary this week? Don't you have plans? - he asked, and you smiled. He was surprisingly good about remembering things about your life.

- Mhmmm... But we're not doing anything grand... Just a picnic on the roof and a whole day of mind-blowing sex. Not on the roof, just so we're clear. - you heard him laugh.

- Allow me to compensate you for the inconvenience... - you didn't even open your eyes when he said that.

- You've already paid me for tonight... And you got me this abysmally expensive and horrendous clutch that I'm never using again, just so we're clear. - you joked. Well, not about the clutch. Sure, it was a piece of art, but it looked awful.

- I don't mean money... Let me do something for your anniversary since she's already forced to share you with me. - he sighed and that finally made you open your eyes.

- First of all, she’s not forced to accept anything, she's a big girl. And I like you, hell, I even consider you a friend, but if Ellie was ever uncomfortable with what we have - I would have chosen her in a heartbeat. - you said, even though you already established it multiple times. That's why there were rules... No kissing on the mouth, no hands in inappropriate places, and no sharing of the bed.

- I apologize, I didn't mean it like that... I just feel a little bit guilty taking from her the little free time you have. - your expression softened.

- And I appreciate that. - you reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. - We're both fine with... - your phone started vibrating on the highest setting, and that only meant you got a message from one of five people. One was asleep, one was currently in the driver's seat next to you, so that left the other three. You quickly read the message and started laughing. - Well, I guess we're gonna have a date tomorrow. The video already leaked... I swear to gods, those boys will be the death of me one day... - you mumbled under your nose, reading how exactly that happened. Apparently, someone following Charles’s private account leaked the video that he posted as a story there.

- Let me see... - he asked, and you clicked on the link and passed your phone to him exactly as he stopped at the red light. - Auch! - he laughed when he saw you slapping Christian, even though it didn't compare to reality. - Can you send it to me? It will be perfect to watch on a bad day.

- Of course. - you smiled and did as he asked. - Wait a moment... - you put your hand on the stick, nudged Toto to cover it with his, and opened the camera on your phone. But before you took the picture, you put the clutch in the background and made sure that the small amount of the material of your dress was visible in the picture, which you took just as the light was turning green. You cropped it, put a light filter over it, caption it "At least someone knows where to keep their hands..." and posted it on your private profile, for all the people you knew through Toto to see. After it was posted you turned the screen in his direction, and he just chuckled.

- Perfect. So - a date tomorrow. Any specific ideas?

- A picnic. With clearly homemade things but make it super adorable. Like sandwiches cut in the shapes of flowers, strawberries cut in half so they would look like hearts, etc... And it should be somewhere outside of the city to make it look like after today we wanted to be alone. - you nestled back into the chair. You knew he would take care of everything, and that it will be perfect. By now - he trusted you enough with how your relationship was perceived that he stopped questioning your suggestions.

- How about... Not exactly outside of the city, but on Isola dei Cappuccini? It's just an hour flight away and the renovation is already done... - he proposed, and you shook your head.

- Your private island is a bit... too private. We'll need to be photographed without knowing exactly when we'll be photographed. To make everyone think that they caught a glimpse of something they weren't supposed to. - you disagreed softly, exhaustion already catching up to you.

- Ok, picnic outside of the city then. – he agreed, but you could tell that there was still something on his mind. - But... How about I'll fly Ellie in, and you can spend your anniversary there...? I could take you both to the island, so the manifest would say we're both there, but since there are 8 cottages with a good internet connection, I could just work remotely from one of them for a week or so, and be completely out your way. And since we would be the only people there, you two wouldn't have to worry about anything... Hell, I'll even cook. - he offered, and at first, you wanted to say no, because you had your research, but on the other hand... It was ages since you and Ellie did something spontaneous like that. And it was your anniversary after all...

- That would actually be lovely, thank you. - it wouldn't be the first time the three of you would be spending time together, so you knew there was nothing to be afraid of. - And just so we're clear, you really don't have to cook... You're already doing so much for us... - you added with a gentle smile, and he only shrugged.

- I honestly enjoy our arrangement... - in the beginning, you couldn't understand why a man like this wouldn't just find someone to have a real relationship with, but now you knew him well enough to know why. Although he was happy to perform and pretend in front of the public, the romance just wasn't for him, and he was kind enough not to deceive any potential partners. That's why he was happy with the clear rules, the transactional nature of your partnership, and the peace of mind that you could never develop any serious feelings for him. - I'll arrange the jet from Heathrow for tomorrow at... 10 AM? - he looked at you, making sure it would be fine.

- I'll let Ellie know. - you replied, just as he stopped in front of Ritz-Carlton, where there were two separate rooms waiting for you on the top floor. 

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

[mikaharuka]

My Revamped Masterpost!

Heyo y'all! I finally got around to creating this master list!

I'm on AO3 as Mizuka, and am the author of the Winter Light Verse.

Long story short, I had a worldbuilding concept, ended up with the Twilight/Life and Death fandom combo, threw out 98% of canon, and started a rewrite from scratch with totally different lore, history, vampire biology/society, and plot altogether. All while going full gay.

I've also written for other fandoms - most notably, Fire Emblem Three Houses and Ace Attorney, and recently Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (I will update this masterpost again soon!). I even started my 'Fandom Odyssey', where I write the occasional fic in other fandoms - fandoms I like, fandoms my friends like, random fandoms, or even, all of the above!

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Twilight/Life and Death - The Winter Light Verse

Apricity - Twilight Rewrite (M, ~81k words, 14/? chapters)

Mahabhuta - Apricity Interlude (E, ~7.7k words, 1/18 chapters)

Semper Felidae - Apricity Prelude (M, 3k words, 2/2 chapters)

Febris Amatoria - Apricity Kinktober (E, 1.2k words, 2/31 chapters)

Moonglade - Seattle, Beau POV (M, 750 words, 1/4 chapters)

A Series in Hands - Carlisle/Beau-centric fics, 900 words

A Study in Hands (M); An Indulgence in Hands (E);

A Lace in Hands (E); A Flirt in Hands (T); A Delight in Hands (T);

A Question in Series - Edward/Mike-centric fics, 900 words

A Question in Hands (T);

Elegance in the Series - Alice/Mina-centric fics, 900 words

Elegance in the Moonlight (M);

June Colors - Carlisle/Beau-centric color prompt fics

Amber Honey (E); Burgundy Affinity (E);

Winter Light Divergences, Derivatives & AUs

A Mosaic of Parallels - ficlet anthology (varied, index in chapter 1)

Flora Fati - fantasy/isekai, Harlequin (E, ~1.6k words, 1/6 chapters)

Ktêma es Aieí - Apricity time travel AU (T, 7.6k words, 4 chapters)

Danza de las Flores - FF Beaulisle AU, Carine/Bella (M, 1.5k words)

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Non-Winter Light Twilight/Life and Death

The Sun, Moon, and Stars - Carine/Edythe (M, 900 words)

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Fire Emblem Three Houses

The Tape - Modern AU Ferdibert smut (E, ~12.3k words)

The Forsaken Throne - BatB Prologue (T, 1.7k words)

Alluvium H - NSFW Ferdibert Zine Fic (E, 1.2k words)

Fusillade Z - NSFW Ferdibert Zine Fic (E, 1.2k words)

In Draconic Harmony - Edelthea, Post-Canon (M, 900 words)

Another Future - Ferdibert and Edelthea Reincarnation, 900 words

Desiderium - Canon-Compliant MCD (M, Ferdibert Part 1 of 3)

Translations of JP FE3H Supports

Hubert/Ferdinand - C-A+, Dining Hall, Group Tasks, Ending Card

Edelgard/Dorothea - C-A, Ending Card

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Ace Attorney / Gyakuten Saiban (逆転裁判)

Summer Night Verse (Vampire AU)

Relentless Seduction - Narumitsu, mystery/Harlequin (T, 4.1k words)

Ruthless Seduction - Mitsunaru, future world smut (E, 1.5k words)

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Other Fandoms - Mizuka's Fandom Odyssey

Dracula

A Touch Through Time - Dracula/Jonathan Harker (M, 1k words)

Fire Emblem Awakening

Melle et Felle - Chrom/Robin (E, 1k words)

The Sword and The Flame - Frederick/Robin (M, 1k words)

Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika (PMMM)

The Die is Cast - Akemi Homura/Kaname Madoka (M, 900 words)

Persona 3

The Space Between - Arisato Minato/Sanada Akihiko (M, 1k words)

Star Wars / The Mandalorian

Metamorphosis - Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker (M, ~2.2k words, WIP)

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Island of Illusion - Elim Garak/Julian Bashir (M, ~2k words, WIP)

Wednesday

Verdant Victory - Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair (T, 900 words)

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(see this post for one-word prompt asks for the Winter Light Series!)

(see this post for my multi-fandom, chaotic collection of fics that wonderful authors and friends of mine wrote, based off my prompts!)

Also, I GOT THESE GIFTS! Some are set in the Winter Light Verse!

Anyways... glad to be here and don't be shy!

~Mizuka (or Mika, either is fine by me)

[omgkalyppso]

Happy Ace Week!

While my perspective and headcanons will be different, not being ace myself, I still have some ace fics I can highlight also:

Commitment Takes Conviction is a T rated Modern AU Hurt/Comfort Yurileth fic.

It's Byleth and his twin sister, Beres' birthday. They have dinner with their parents and talk a little about why each of their partners don't join them, before Byleth seeks out Yuri to apologize for changing his plans earlier that day. They talk about their ace relationship and have a romantic night in together.

Supported On All Sides is an M rated post-canon Hurt/Comfort Yurileth fic.

Byleth asks Yuri if he's inviting his mother to their wedding, and when Yuri decides that he is, his mother takes that as an invitation to re-enter his life.

An Open Heart is a T rated Fluff fic that sort of touches on polyamory negotiations between Frederick, Cordelia and ace!Stahl.

Stahl finds Cordelia and Frederick in the midst of lunch, where she's crying over Chrom and his recent engagement. They do their best to comfort her, and find themselves in the midst of their own confessions about love and identity.

What We Do For Family is a T rated Fluff fic that touches on Stahl's insecurities with regards to fatherhood and family with regards to Severa.

Sometime after Severa's C Supports with Frederick and Cordelia, Stahl gleans a little about his own position in parenting Severa, and takes comfort in their familial bond.

[indigowallbreaker]

Oooooo ask away for fe3h AND awakening? I’d love to know your thoughts on my boy Henry

My general thoughts & opinions on them

HENRY!!! The husband that I... have yet to marry XD Something always gets in the way. I adore Henry-- his puns, the crows/ravens, the random stuff he says that just makes you go "Excuse me?" (for example, one of his level up quotes is "Ooh, wow! When did I grow that?" like... babe what?)

Favorite moment of theirs

How do you pick one? Ugh, he's got so many iconic scenes. I'll settle on his recruitment chapter. It doesn't get much better than that entrance, does it? Being surrounded by crows and firing a bunch of jokes at Chrom about how fucked he is?

Henry: The ravens wanted me to give you a message. "Caaw… C-caw-caw." Roughly translated, it means… Hmm, now what was the human word for that again? …Traipse? …Tripe? Oh, TRAPPED! Right! …They say you're trapped. Chrom: We know, damn it! Gods… Where did they all come from? Henry: Well, see, when a mommy zombie and a daddy zombie love each other very much… Nya ha ha! Chrom: Perhaps I should save the Risen the trouble and silence you myself. Henry: Hey, wait! I want to join your CAWs—I mean, I can help you! I know magic! What do you say… Birds of a feather and all that?

I love him.

Favorite support chain

Many are fantastic. My top two are Sumia, with the whole body swapping fiasco (“Pfft! You fall on your face 10 times a day! This body is made of rubber.”), and Frederick, where Henry avoids training and pisses Frederick off (“Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at the colors!”).

My dream FEH alt for them

He’s got Halloween and Spring on lock, so maybe Winter or Summer to round out the seasons? Day of Devotion would be pretty fun too.

Headcanons and/or ships I have

I grew to appreciate Olivia/Henry after joining tumblr but I also like Henry and Panne. As for headcanons, I think he’d get along well with Hapi from Three Houses and she would be a little jealous of his way with animals lol. 

Favorite art of them

This one by jejesart was the first one I thought of! Protective/Serious Henry :0 ( https://indigowallbreaker.tumblr.com/post/663606247347683328 ) 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"WAKASAMA! In celebration of this joyous occasion and to uplift the spirits of all the students--I have also commissioned an artist to capture your awe-inspiring form! It is my lord, tastefully nude! Posed artfully while wearing the crown along with holding the sceptre and orb that represents your position as Heir to the Valley of Thorns!" Sebek puffed his chest up, absolutely pleased with his contribution to the party. "I had it hung in every room throughout the College! Including the dorms!"

Fire Emblem Awakening, Chrom and Frederick C Support except it’s Malleus and Sebek

“We just finished distributing the flyers shortly before your birthday party started, Malleus-sama!” announced a Diasomnia mob student.

The mob proudly held up a copy of the poster in question. Indeed, the illustrated Malleus was every bit as nude as Sebek had said it was, with the naughty bits censored by the angle of  his knee as he knelt, a scepter in one hand and an orb in the other. A crown of thorns rested in his hair, and the illustrated Malleus stared intensely at any onlookers.

“Now all of Night Raven College will be able to gaze upon our Young Master’s perfect visage!!” called another, eyes sparkling. “Woe to the fools that spit upon the Young Master’s good name and image!!”

“THAT IS CORRECT!!” Sebek cried. “Those that so much as dare look at the Young Master or his illustration the wrong way... THEY WILL BE SWIFTLY STRUCK DOWN AND PURGED!!”

He raised a fist into the air and shouted, “ALL HAIL LORD MALLEUS!! PURGE THE DISSENTERS!!”

“ALL HAIL LORD MALLEUS!!” The other Diasomnia students joined in the chant. “PURGE THE DISSENTERS!!”

“PURGE THEM!!”

“PURGE, PURGE!!”

“Silence.”

The single word from Malleus’s lips was all it took to immediately still the exhilarated Diasomnia students. Their dorm leader wore a chilling expression devoid of all emotion, save for the fire in his eyes.

“Sebek.”

“Y-Yes!!”

“Mobilize a squadron to remove every last poster by the end of today.”

“E-Eh?! But Malleus-sama... How will we be able to spread word of your magnificence if the posters are removed?”

“Simple.” He held up a hand, a sinister green flame dancing in his palm. “I will allow my actions to speak for myself, rather than pretty images or words.”

Malleus closed his hand, quickly extinguishing the fire. “I understand that your intentions were not with ill intent--however, we must be cautious in territory that does not belong to us. Encroaching on others’ land is a sure way to get wrapped up in a war, and it speaks poorly on our manners.”

“I ask that you not make me repeat my order, Sebek.”

“Yes, Young Master!! Of course, you’re absolutely right!! P-PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”

“Forgiveness granted.” Malleus waved his hand dismissively. “Begone. You may return to the celebration once your task is complete.”

“YESSIR!!”

Sebek and the various mob students he led saluted before tearing off toward the Mirror Chamber.

... Malleus turned away and headed for a corner of the attic. Leaning his forehead against the wall and burying his head in his hands, he let out a long sigh.

How embarrassing.

(Elsewhere, in Night Raven College...

“... Why is there a poster of a nude Malleus in my cannister of lemon tea leaves?”

“DAMN IT, RUGGIE!! Why is that dragon bastard’s face all over my room?!”

“My, I was not aware that Malleus-san wished to advertise in the Mostro Lounge. I had better foot him a bill if he wishes to make his presence known at our business.”

“I finally get one moment to breathe from dealing with Kalim, and then this happens... I can never catch a break.”

“Rook, stop ogling those posters and tear them down. And no, I do not care how enchanted you are with them--they clash terribly with Pomefiore, and that is enough grounds for removal.”

“W-Who stuffed a poster of Malleus-shi in my gaming console...?”

“Dire, you had better punish the Diasomnia pups for this unruly behavior--”)

[convxction]

ooc. breaking news, i will rant. *fixes glasses & eyebrow raises for seriousness*

first of all, how... THE FULCUK DARE YOU INTELSYS NOT GIVE ME CHROM AND EMMERYN DUO HUH??????? I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR YEARS... JUST GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT LEAST LISSA!!!!!! OR WITH FREDERICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT THIS POINT YOU'ER MAKING ME RENEW MY PASSPORT JUST TO COME AND START A STRIKE INFRONT OF YOUR COMPANY! ...just give me chrom with someone else beside robin ;;a;; lucinaaa????? VAAAAAAAAAIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sobs....uuughhh.....someone else please..........chrom has many supports....please....i beg of you.... i love c/hrobin but cooommeee oonnnn ;;a;; on my spaghettis knees.....

*fixes the problem*

jokes aside. i like the arts. everyone is adorable and makes you think about how a four years old is going to murderize you with that big ass axe she got.

respect the liz. respect the toads and frogs she leaves in your tents.

now let me look at the lines and whatever curve lore balls they have for us. and ofc i will be checking jp, too because i always say this my krumb and my awakening muses in general are mix of both.

already with pain.

in jp robin is a bit...clueless to why she on reflex hide her hand. or the vibe i get. like is the brand visible at that age? does she know what it means? did the grimleal tell her or her mom or dad??? aaa...the brand topic is just the chef kiss to make my brain go brrr lets think. also this is a child, not the older version avatar. obviously, she got baggage she still does not fully understand--why her brand gives that bad vibe and everyone is always EYES EMOJI at it. not the greatest pressure to grow up with sobs.

listen my dude. you need to tone down how 'idiotic' chrom looks. please. intelsys we get the whole idiots can be adorable but sometimes u push it a little bit too far and it gets repetitive and boring. in jp it is clearly he is more interested in the fact there are different kinds of 'girls'. meanwhile, in english hes like 'wow cant believe girls exist ugh' this is why i dont trust localization easily. tbh his jp line can be idiotic too but if you think about chrom and his circle of 'girls friends/ associate' are limited to his sisters then you can understand why he says something like "there are different kinds of girls huh' also i love that he is saying that to a girl.

chrom: wow so there are different kind of girls, huh, robin

robin: .... haha ... yeah

tldr: chrom is idiot. i can say this. you can't. it is the law here. dont break it.

you mean your sisters-in-la---*shot/stabbed* ...tiny tear because in JP she calls chrom...Chrom-san......... CHROM SAN...............................CROM SAN........... OLDER CHROM HAS SUSTAINED CRITICAL DAMAGE. A FRIEND SHOULDNT USE SAN WITH HIM WHYYYY TINY ROBIN NOOOOOOOOOOO DONT KILL CHROMMMMMMM!!! DONTTTTTTTTT its a nice detail ngl because they are not 'friends' their bond is still on the work and she knows he is a prince so she is being polite...waaa.....

chrom: chrom is ok

robin: ...............chrom......................san.

chrom: ;A; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

insert your training generic line.

chrom panic mode. gotta stick with his sisters!!!! GOTTA PROTECT THEM!!!!!!

lays on the ground ........ cry. why are you making this child suffer? please.

the fact in jp she is not 100% sure if he is 'good person' is super funny to me LOL listen. with that scowl and big sword she can freely press A to doubt lololol also she is throwing shades at him asking if his sisters are suffering because of him ...--GIRL............listen................we................dont have a defense. true. it is all true. also this actually makes me go ooooooo because i always thought he was rebel when he was a kid. this confirms he is pretty much a troublemaker (to some extent ofc) and robin is already on his BS lol hear me out. a little boy who suddenly saw his country turn upside down in mere months and not only that but people chanting curses and vindication at your father who started a war and lost it; and by default doomed everyone with him. yeah. 'cheerful' chrom was a hard earned phase after that hurt and confusion phase he went through.

still a bakaptain. once a reckless idiot, will always be reckless idiot.

chrom got that 'mature' vibe to him when he speaks no? guess it does not help when you are forced to grow faster after your stupid father fucks things up. ... add him so we can punch the daylight out of him but make him ugly so i dont go IF HE BAD WHY HE HOT HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM cough

oh no...

oh noo.....pain...

聖痕...seiko..stigmata ...stigma huh. if you consider the fell dragon brand a bad omen, then calling it a stigma is not farm off, you know?

禍々しく不吉な… sobs stop.... stop hurting heeeerrrrrrrrr. a child saying they have something on their body that is sinister and ominous is not fun guys ;a;

also confirmed chrom is idiot.

robin: i have something sinister on my body...

chrom: WOW COOL SAME HAT? THATS WHY WE WERE TOGETHER~

robin: km pls

deep fried sigh ... let👏her👏be👏happy👏damnit!!!!👏👏👏👏👏👏

hmm ... i prefer chrom's line in jp because it does fit his mindset of wanting to help emmeryn and not just 'have to'.

cries. robin's love for books is adorable waaaaa.

unknown footage of chrom reading some books she recommended. help me they are cute.

also chrom wanting to be a strong man .. hehehehe buddy let me tell you that you will be the stronkest of them all--WALL CRUSHER!!!!!

i told konkon that what if they did meet (in a parallel world) when they were kids and chrom's dad finds about chrom's new friend and perhaps wanted to use that in his favor etc etc etc ... FATHER WHY MUST YOU BE AN ASSHOLE???????????????????????????????????

what if.... they actually meet .... but naga is like nah too soon. erase their memories because of the previous idea^^^ dad might abuse this friendship sobs ...

i mean naga already intervened a couple of times but not to the extent that she can 'change' things directly so perhaps the use of the brand or someone she can ....uuuh communicate with???? i might want to think about this hmm ~ i feel like naga does have more 'power' or like ...uhhh... things going on but we don't see all her plans.

oh and emmy and frederick convo ;u;

nobody deserves emmeryn ... or frederick ngl. MY MAN WILL KEEP COLLECTING DEM PEBBLES AND PEBBLE CHROM'S ENEMIES WITH THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!

i love my awakening children ;u;

[the-paintrist]

Lucas Cranach the Younger -  Portrait of the artist's father, Lucas Cranach the Elder - 1550

Lucas Cranach the Younger (Lucas Cranach der Jüngere; October 4, 1515 – January 25, 1586) was a German Renaissance painter and portraitist, the son of Lucas Cranach the Elder.

Lucas Cranach the Elder (German: Lucas Cranach der Ältere German, c. 1472 – 16 October 1553) was a German Renaissance painter and printmaker in woodcut and engraving. He was court painter to the Electors of Saxony for most of his career, and is known for his portraits, both of German princes and those of the leaders of the Protestant Reformation, whose cause he embraced with enthusiasm. He was a close friend of Martin Luther. Cranach also painted religious subjects, first in the Catholic tradition, and later trying to find new ways of conveying Lutheran religious concerns in art. He continued throughout his career to paint nude subjects drawn from mythology and religion.

Cranach had a large workshop and many of his works exist in different versions; his son Lucas Cranach the Younger and others continued to create versions of his father's works for decades after his death. He has been considered the most successful German artist of his time.

He was born at Kronach in upper Franconia (now central Germany), probably in 1472. His exact date of birth is unknown. He learned the art of drawing from his father Hans Maler (his surname meaning "painter" and denoting his profession, not his ancestry, after the manner of the time and class). His mother, with surname Hübner, died in 1491. Later, the name of his birthplace was used for his surname, another custom of the times. How Cranach was trained is not known, but it was probably with local south German masters, as with his contemporary Matthias Grünewald, who worked at Bamberg and Aschaffenburg (Bamberg is the capital of the diocese in which Kronach lies). There are also suggestions that Cranach spent some time in Vienna around 1500.

From 1504 to 1520 he lived in a house on the south west corner of the marketplace in Wittenberg.

According to Gunderam (the tutor of Cranach's children), Cranach demonstrated his talents as a painter before the close of the 15th century. His work then drew the attention of Duke Frederick III, Elector of Saxony, known as Frederick the Wise, who attached Cranach to his court in 1504. The records of Wittenberg confirm Gunderam's statement to this extent: that Cranach's name appears for the first time in the public accounts on the 24 June 1504, when he drew 50 gulden for the salary of half a year, as pictor ducalis ("the duke's painter"). Cranach was to remain in the service of the Elector and his successors for the rest of his life, although he was able to undertake other work.

Cranach married Barbara Brengbier, the daughter of a burgher of Gotha and also born there; she died at Wittenberg on 26 December 1540. Cranach later owned a house at Gotha, but most likely he got to know Barbara near Wittenberg, where her family also owned a house, which later also belonged to Cranach.

The first evidence of Cranach's skill as an artist comes in a picture dated 1504. Early in his career he was active in several branches of his profession: sometimes a decorative painter, more frequently producing portraits and altarpieces, woodcuts, engravings, and designing the coins for the electorate.

Early in the days of his official employment he startled his master's courtiers by the realism with which he painted still life, game and antlers on the walls of the country palaces at Coburg and Locha; his pictures of deer and wild boar were considered striking, and the duke fostered his passion for this form of art by taking him out to the hunting field, where he sketched "his grace" running the stag, or Duke John sticking a boar.

Before 1508 he had painted several altar-pieces for the Castle Church at Wittenberg in competition with Albrecht Dürer, Hans Burgkmair and others; the duke and his brother John were portrayed in various attitudes and a number of his best woodcuts and copper-plates were published.

In 1509 Cranach went to the Netherlands, and painted the Emperor Maximilian and the boy who afterwards became Emperor Charles V. Until 1508 Cranach signed his works with his initials. In that year the elector gave him the winged snake as an emblem, or Kleinod, which superseded the initials on his pictures after that date.

Cranach was the court painter to the electors of Saxony in Wittenberg, an area in the heart of the emerging Protestant faith. His patrons were powerful supporters of Martin Luther, and Cranach used his art as a symbol of the new faith. Cranach made numerous portraits of Luther, and provided woodcut illustrations for Luther's German translation of the Bible. Somewhat later the duke conferred on him the monopoly of the sale of medicines at Wittenberg, and a printer's patent with exclusive privileges as to copyright in Bibles. Cranach's presses were used by Martin Luther. His apothecary shop was open for centuries, and was only lost by fire in 1871.

Cranach, like his patron, was friendly with the Protestant Reformers at a very early stage; yet it is difficult to fix the time of his first meeting with Martin Luther. The oldest reference to Cranach in Luther's correspondence dates from 1520. In a letter written from Worms in 1521, Luther calls him his "gossip", warmly alluding to his "Gevatterin", the artist's wife. Cranach first made an engraving of Luther in 1520, when Luther was an Augustinian friar; five years later, Luther renounced his religious vows, and Cranach was present as a witness at the betrothal festival of Luther and Katharina von Bora. He was also godfather to their first child, Johannes "Hans" Luther, born 1526. In 1530 Luther lived at the citadel of Veste Coburg under the protection of the Duke of Saxe-Coburg and his room is preserved there along with a painting of him. The Dukes became noted collectors of Cranach's work, some of which remains in the family collection at Callenberg Castle.

The death in 1525 of the Elector Frederick the Wise and Elector John's in 1532 brought no change in Cranach's position; he remained a favourite with John Frederick I, under whom he twice (1531 and 1540) filled the office of burgomaster of Wittenberg. In 1547, John Frederick was taken prisoner at the Battle of Mühlberg, and Wittenberg was besieged. As Cranach wrote from his house to the grand-master Albert, Duke of Prussia at Königsberg to tell him of John Frederick's capture, he showed his attachment by saying,

I cannot conceal from your Grace that we have been robbed of our dear prince, who from his youth upwards has been a true prince to us, but God will help him out of prison, for the Kaiser is bold enough to revive the Papacy, which God will certainly not allow.

During the siege Charles V, the Holy Roman Emperor, remembered Cranach from his childhood and summoned him to his camp at Pistritz. Cranach came, and begged on his knees for kind treatment for Elector John Frederick.

Three years afterward, when all the dignitaries of the Empire met at Augsburg to receive commands from the emperor, and Titian came at Charles's bidding to paint King Philip II of Spain, John Frederick asked Cranach to visit the city; and here for a few months he stayed in the household of the captive elector, whom he afterward accompanied home in 1552.

He died at age 81 on October 16, 1553, at Weimar, where the house in which he lived still stands in the marketplace. He was buried in the Jacobsfriedhof in Weimar.

Cranach had two sons, both artists: Hans Cranach, whose life is obscure and who died at Bologna in 1537; and Lucas Cranach the Younger, born in 1515, who died in 1586. He also had three daughters. One of them was Barbara Cranach, who died in 1569, married Christian Brück (Pontanus), and was an ancestor of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

His granddaughter married Polykarp Leyser the Elder, thus making him an ancestor of the Polykarp Leyser family of theologians.

[blog-cosmosuniverse1]

Medical Ignorance and the Mass Murder of Coronavirus Patients

Commentary by W. Gifford-Jones, MD

(OMNS Oct 20, 2020) In treating the sick, Hippocrates, the Father of Medicine counselled, "First, do no harm." Unfortunately, this cherished principle has not been followed in caring for patients with coronavirus infection. Losing a loved one due to cancer and other diseases is always tragic. But losing one due to the coronavirus pandemic when it could be prevented is an unforgivable act resulting in the mass murder of innocent lives. It has happened due to ignorance about history, hypocrisy, a lack of training of doctors about alternative medicine, and closed minds about the life-saving medical benefits of high doses of intravenous vitamin C.

I would not have the knowledge to write this article if one event in my life had not happened. At 74 years of age I nearly died of a serious heart attack. Doctors said I'd be dead in a few years without the help of cholesterol-lowering drugs. Luckily, several years earlier I had interviewed Dr. Linus Pauling, two-time winner of the Nobel Prize. He advised me of the important role of vitamin C in decreasing the risk of coronary disease. This is when I made one of the most vital decisions of my life. I decided to take 10,000 milligrams (mg) of vitamin C daily, rather than believe Big Pharma. But I also worried because Pauling, although a brilliant chemist, was not a doctor. Was he right about vitamin C? It was only years later when Dr. Sidney Bush, a English researcher proved that vitamin C could reverse atherosclerosis (hardening of arteries) that I knew I had made the right decision. [1]

Now, 22 years later, the doctors who told me I'd be dead in a few years without cholesterol-lowering drugs are dead, and I'm in my 97th year, still alive. It's this experience with the cardiovascular effects of vitamin C that's triggered my interest in the anti-infective and other medical benefits of vitamin C, especially how it can decrease deaths from viral and bacterial diseases.

Klenner went on to show that large doses of vitamin C could also cure other viral diseases such as meningitis, hepatitis, measles, mumps, pneumonia, shingles and even the poisonous bite of a rattlesnake. [2-4]  Since that time other researchers have reported that there is no viral disease that high-dose IVC cannot successfully treat.

But Klenner did not win a popularity contest with his colleagues. He wrote in frustration that "Some physicians would stand by and see their patient die rather than use ascorbic acid because in their finite minds it exists only as a vitamin."

Since that time closed medical minds have resulted in thousands of deaths from coronavirus and other diseases in Canada and worldwide. Because of a misconception that vitamin C is just another vitamin. But there is proof that vitamin C is a potent anti-infective nutrient that attacks both viral and bacterial diseases.

Infection triggers a severe inflammatory cellular reaction in the body which results in a decrease in vitamin C. It's like being caught in a snow storm on a lonely road and running out of gas. But in this case white blood cells need C to fight the infection. And if you have not been taking C on a regular basis, your white blood cells without C are like a gun without bullets.

Many people do not realize that nearly all animals make their own vitamin C. Humans lost this ability eons ago due to a genetic mutation. For instance, dogs produce 5,000 milligrams (mgs) daily. Health Canada maintains humans need only 90 mgs. But if a dog gets an infection, it will automatically produce up to 20,000 mgs daily!

During the coronavirus pandemic I've listened to Medical Officers of Health, TV anchors, politicians and medical experts all discuss the importance of distancing and frequent hand washing. But I have only heard one discuss the advantages of vitamin C and D in building up the body's immunity. [5] And I have not heard any explain how the use of high doses of IVC could save lives.

Dr. Lendon H. Smith outlined the clinical experiences of Frederick Klenner in "Clinical Guide to the Use of Vitamin C". It contains a wealth of information on how vitamin C treats many diverse diseases. And how prescribing insufficient amounts of vitamin C can lead to failure in therapy. This medical information is available for all to read. [6]

I've have written before that if a family member died due to coronavirus infection and doctors and hospital refused to use IVC, I would contest this situation in a court of law. I believe I would win because historical evidence is so overwhelming that large doses of C save lives.

The hypocrisy surrounding vitamin C is mind boggling. Dr, Linus Pauling complained, "The medical community requires rigorous evidence supporting vitamin C, but accepts flimsy evidence against it." Little has changed since I interviewed Pauling. This deficit is evidently caused by the minds of medical professionals refusing to accept scientific fact. And we will never know the number of needless deaths this has caused during the pandemic.

A year ago, as a journalist, I was invited to be a member of the Orthomolecular Medical News Service.   It's international editorial board is composed of distinguished physicians, professors, and researchers. Several months ago I asked all members how they would treat several viral infections. The overwhelming response was "high dose intravenous vitamin C." OMNS has published twenty-two physician case reports of success with IVC. [7]

Since February, researchers in China have been conducting double-blind studies on IVC. This means one group will receive IVC and a control group will get a placebo. Some studies have already been completed, and the results show that IVC saves more lives than placebo. [8]

"Dr. Enqiang Mao, chief of emergency medicine at Ruijin Hospital, Shanghai, stated that his group treated ~50 moderate to severe cases of COVID-19 infection with high dose intravenous vitamin C. "The IVC dosing was for 7-10 days, with 10,000 mg for moderate cases and 20,000 mg for more severe cases. "All patients who received intravenous vitamin C improved, and there was no mortality." "There were no side effects reported from any of the cases treated with high dose IVC." (Richard Cheng, MD, PhD, reporting from Shanghai) http://orthomolecular.org/resources/omns/v16n12.shtml

But even in one of these recent laudable studies, there was a flaw. According to the report, all patients received a certain dose for moderate infection while others a higher dose for a more severe one. But patients who died had not received the higher dose. [9]

This reflects everything that Dr. Linus Pauling and Dr. Frederick Klenner stressed. As Pauling told his critics, "It's the dosage!" Or, as Klenner claimed, "Some infections require a much larger dose." As we all know, half an aspirin will not cure a migraine headache.

But there is more disturbing news. Chinese researchers are experiencing trouble getting their findings published. Contacts also tell me that doctors who use IVC in North America are being harassed by authorities. In some case, being told that if they persist they will lose their license to practice medicine.  

To get an update on what was happening in some parts of Canada and the U.S I contacted several infectious disease specialists, Medical Officers of Health (MOH), and university hospitals, asking a simple question. "Do you prescribe intravenous vitamin C or know of anyone who does to treat coronavirus infection? And if terminal patients are not receiving IVC, why is this the case"?

It proved to be a time-consuming assignment. Many replied they would get back to me but failed to do so. I could only conclude they were not using IVC and did not want anyone to know about it.

Or they responded, "We have checked with our infectious disease specialist and confirm that high dose C is not being used to treat coronavirus infection."

What was shocking is that not a single Medical Officer of Health replied that IVC was being prescribed to those dying from coronavirus infection.

Another surprise was the reaction of Johns Hopkins one of the great hospitals of the world. Its distinguished professors were the first to introduce the value of bedside teaching for students. During this pandemic they were considered the authority in reporting the number of coronavirus deaths. So, I was shocked to receive this response, "We are not conducting clinical trials or administering C as a treatment for COVID 19." And even Harvard Medical School where I spent so many years as a student and later training as a surgeon, never replied to me.

What is going to happen?  It's that the Chinese study will likely fail to end the controversy and patients will continue to die needlessly of this virus. I was hoping that one infectious expert, or Medical Officer of Health, would possess the intellectual curiosity to ask, "I wonder if high does IVC could save lives?" It's tragic this has not occurred. Some would label this as medical ignorance, others as malpractice, or if a loved one has died as murder, and finally a court of law looking all the facts decide it's been mass murder.

So, we have a unique situation. It's been said that war is far too important to be left to generals. Due to the economic chaos caused by coronavirus this disaster may be much too important to be left to medical experts when so many North Americans have suffered.

It's time for the government to demand that our medical schools conduct a study of IVC. There is no shortage of patients. We have the scientific talent in our universities. Vitamin C is inexpensive and will virtually never cause complications. Vitamin C has never killed anyone. Besides, this study could be done in a short time and not require thousands of patients.

Who will grasp the moment and save countless lives?

(Syndicated columnist W. Gifford-Jones, MD, (also known as Kenneth Walker, MD) graduated from Harvard Medical School in 1950. He did surgical residencies at McGill University, the University of Rochester, and Harvard Medical School. Still an activist, his website is http://www.docgiff.com.)

To learn more: Several dozen articles related to vitamin therapy for COVID are posted for free access at http://orthomolecular.org/resources/omns/index.shtml . Many are available in French, Spanish, German, Arabic, Italian, Korean, Chinese, and Norwegian. Japanese translations may be found at https://isom-japan.org/top_after .

[blackswaneuroparedux]

“H7″: The Norwegian king who led a resistance

King Haakon VII of Norway is considered a national hero in Norway - even though he was originally Danish. He was to be the first king of Norway following the restoration of that country’s full independence in 1905. In time he became an important symbol of nationalism enshrined within the Norwegian monarchy.

The figurehead king who became a symbol of Norwegian liberty was not someone born to the role. Christian Frederik Carl Georg Valdemar Axel was born 3 Aug 1872 into the Danish royal family and was originally known as Prince Carl of Denmark. Son of King Frederick VII of Denmark (r.1906–1912), he was the younger brother of the crown prince.

Norway, at this time, was an autonomous kingdom in a personal union with the Kingdom of Sweden (known as Sweden-Norway). The king of Sweden was also the king of Norway. This arrangement ended in 1905 with a referendum in which the Norwegian people voted overwhelmingly for dissolving the political union with Norway. That same year, the Norwegian people voted overwhelmingly for a constitutional monarchy rather than a republic. Prince Carl was invited to become king of Norway. He did so, taking the name Haakon VII.

Norway kept its 1814 constitution intact and King Haakon VII became king in November 1905. Haakon VII was formally crowned in an elaborate coronation ceremony the following year. This was the last such ceremony for any Norwegian monarch as the requirement for a formal coronation with the monarch in regalia was abolished a couple years later. After Haakon VII, monarch have had simpler ceremonies to celebrate their accession.

King Haakon VII reigned from 1905 to 1957, the first independent king of Norway in centuries. All of this makes King Haakon VII notable for Norwegians, a strong national symbol. Events in the latter part of his reign would test his character and reveal what a leader he was. Though his power was almost entirely symbolic, the life and reign of King Haakon VII shows what an ideal leaders does in a time of national emergency. In short, King Haakon VII was the ideal constitutional monarch and ideal head of state.

At the start April 1940, the Kingdom of Norway was a neutral country as Europe descended into the Second World War. War had been declared in September 1939 by the United Kingdom and France against Germany after the latter invaded Poland and refused to withdraw. War had broken out in the east but not so much in the west. This was the so-called ‘phony war.’ The British had decided to start placing mines in Norwegian waters to halt potential Nazi expansion.

Norway, being a country rich in iron, was a key target for the Nazis. The Nazi Government leaders hoped to faced no real resistance, extract resources, and install favorable governments. On 9 April 1940, the Germans sent military forces into both Norway and Denmark. The German invasion of Denmark lasted less than six hours. The Danish government capitulated in exchange for retaining independence and not having the Luftwaffe bomb Copenhagen. In contrast to Denmark, the Norwegians did not capitulate. It was Hitler’s desire to have a Nazi-friendly government in Norway under Vidkun Quisling, something the Norwegian people were not in favor of.

In the Battle of Drøbak Sound (depicted in the movie The King’s Choice), the Norwegians temporarily halted a German advance into Norway. Though this campaign did not stop the German advance (the Germans increased their military presence as they sought to gain control of the country), it did buy enough time for King Haakon VII and the Norwegian government to get out of Oslo.

The German delay in occupying Oslo, along with swift action by the President of the Storting (parliament), C. J. Hambro, created the opportunity for the Norwegian Royal Family, the cabinet, and most of the 150 members of the Storting (parliament) to make a hasty departure from the capital by special train.

The Storting first convened at Hamar the same afternoon, but with the rapid advance of German troops, the group moved on to Elverum. The assembled Storting unanimously enacted a resolution, the so-called Elverum Authorization, granting the cabinet full powers to protect the country until such time as the Storting could meet again.

The next day, Curt Bräuer, the German Minister to Norway, demanded a meeting with Haakon. The German diplomat called on Haakon to accept Adolf Hitler's demands to end all resistance and appoint Vidkun Quisling as prime minister.  Quisling, the leader of Norway's fascist party, the Nasjonal Samling, had declared himself prime minister hours earlier in Oslo as head of what would be a German puppet government; had Haakon formally appointed him, it would have effectively given legal sanction to the invasion. 

Bräuer suggested that Haakon follow the example of the Danish government and his brother, Christian X, which had surrendered almost immediately after the previous day's invasion, and threatened Norway with harsh reprisals if it did not surrender. Haakon told Bräuer that he could not make the decision himself, but only on the advice of the Government. 

While Haakon would have been well within his rights to make such a decision on his own authority (since declaring war and peace are part of the royal prerogative), even at this critical hour he refused to abandon the convention that he acted on the Government's advice.

In an emotional meeting in Nybergsund, the King reported the German ultimatum to his cabinet. While Haakon could not make the decision himself, he knew he could use his moral authority to influence it. Accordingly, Haakon told the cabinet:

“I am deeply affected by the responsibility laid on me if the German demand is rejected. The responsibility for the calamities that will befall people and country is indeed so grave that I dread to take it. It rests with the government to decide, but my position is clear.

For my part I cannot accept the German demands. It would conflict with all that I have considered to be my duty as King of Norway since I came to this country nearly thirty-five years ago.”

Haakon went on to say that he could not appoint Quisling as prime minister because he knew neither the people nor the Storting had confidence in him.  However, if the cabinet felt otherwise, the King said he would abdicate so as not to stand in the way of the Government's decision.

Nils Hjelmtveit, Minister of Church and Education, later wrote: “This made a great impression on us all.  More clearly than ever before, we could see the man behind the words; the king who had drawn a line for himself and his task, a line from which he could not deviate.  We had through the five years [in government] learned to respect and appreciate our king, and now, through his words, he came to us as a great man, just and forceful; a leader in these fatal times to our country.”

Inspired by Haakon's stand, the Government unanimously advised him not to appoint any government headed by Quisling.  Within hours, it telephoned its refusal to Bräuer. That night, NRK broadcast the government's rejection of the German demands to the Norwegian people.  In that same broadcast, the Government announced that it would resist the German invasion as long as possible, and expressed their confidence that Norwegians would lend their support to the cause.

The Germans retaliated with bombing campaigns. King Haakon VII ultimately evacuated the country with government leaders, forming a Norwegian government in exile. During this time King Haakon VII made speeches to his people through the BBC radio service.

Meanwhile, Hitler had appointed Josef Terboven as Reichskommissar for Norway. On Hitler's orders, Terboven attempted to coerce the Storting to depose the King; the Storting declined, citing constitutional principles. 

A subsequent ultimatum was made by the Germans, threatening to intern all Norwegians of military age in German concentration camps. With this threat looming, the Storting's representatives in Oslo wrote to their monarch on 27 June, asking him to abdicate.

The King declined, politely replying that the Storting was acting under duress. The King gave his answer on 3 July, and proclaimed it on BBC radio on 8 July.

After one further German attempt in September to force the Storting to depose Haakon failed, Terboven finally decreed that the Royal Family had "forfeited their right to return" and dissolved the democratic political parties.

During Norway's five years under German control, many Norwegians surreptitiously wore clothing or jewellery made from coins bearing Haakon's "H7" monogram as symbols of resistance to the German occupation and of solidarity with their exiled King and Government, just as many people in Denmark wore his brother's monogram on a pin. The King's monogram was also painted and otherwise reproduced on various surfaces as a show of resistance to the occupation.

After the end of the war, Haakon and the Norwegian Royal Family returned to Norway aboard the cruiser HMS Norfolk, arriving with the First Cruiser Squadron to cheering crowds in Oslo on 7 June 1945, exactly five years after they had been evacuated from Tromsø

By June 1945 King Haakon VII was heartily greeted by cheering crowds. The Nazi threat was over and the country free once again. King Haakon VII would reign for another twelve years. Haakon died at the age of 85 in September 1957, after having reigned for nearly 52 years. At his death, Olav succeeded him as Olav V. Haakon was buried on 1 October 1957 alongside his wife in the white sarcophagus in the Royal Mausoleum at Akershus Fortress. He was the last surviving son of King Frederick VIII of Denmark.

King Haakon VII reigned over his people from the time of dissolution with Norway in 1905 through the dark years of the Second World War and proved to be one of the best national leaders of the first half of the 20th Century. Haakon VII is regarded by many as one of the greatest Norwegian leaders of the pre-war period, managing to hold his young and fragile country together in unstable political conditions. His leadership as the symbol of resistance to hostile outside invaders is still deeply revered by all Norwegians to this day.

[virusdotsneeze]

C+ Supp (Sick fic/Snz fic)

Because I’m super original, I named this fic after the type of support that it would fall under in-game. Kinda like that other fic that I really liked. Thing is, there’s no such thing as a C+ support in this game. It’s just to sort of give a timeline on the two character’s relationship at that point. 

But uh, yeah. This is a sick fic/snz fic of Fi//re Em//blem: Awa//kening. Just a disclaimer: I’m not a rapper writer. So, I’m sure there’s gonna be some issues.

Oh uh, mess warning. I guess? There’s descriptions of the stuff :p

The Ylissian fields, mid-day, and as vast and green as one could have imagined. Tents had been spread throughout the field as the Ylissian army, the Shepherds, gathered together through different tents designated for different roles within the army. Outside the tents, near the outskirts of the encampment sat a young woman with white hair styled in two twin tails, that flowed over the shoulders of her heavy coat. She sat beneath a tree, reading books on magic to better hone her skills. Her skin appeared a bit paler than it usually was; dark rings beneath her eyes were visible, her nose red with irritation. She sniffled heavily and swiped at her nose continuously as she read her book, disallowing for any excess mucus emitting from her nose to get onto the pages that she was reading. The young woman wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. After noticing the dampness on her hand, she took a heavy sigh, stood up, and walked towards the wooded area outside of the encampment.

The young woman wandered off until she hit a river bank. Sniffling, she kneeled, pressed her thumb to her right nostril, and blew out. An excess amount of mucus began to pour out of her nostril, dripping onto the dirt below her as she made sure not to get it on her thick jacket that she had grown accustomed to wearing. Strings of mucus dangled from under her nose until they had completely gone loose and detached from the nostril. It had felt as if the mucus didn’t want to stop dripping from her nose. As it kept coming loose even without her blowing out, the mucus just kept pouring out onto the dirt beneath her. Once she was done, she did the same but with her left nostril, with the same results of constant drippage. After clearing both nostrils out, she attempted to breathe heavily from her nose but to no avail. Audible congestion was present in her nose even after the heavy draining that she had done.  She coughed into her fist and sighed heavily. 

It was another terrible head cold that she had contracted, from of course, sleeping on the ground. This was the second cold this month, and it was worse than prior. This was her fourth time in the last thirty minutes that she had escaped into the woods to discharge the mucus from her nostrils, hoping for relief from the hellish congestion she had contracted. She didn’t dare do this in front of the rest of the army. The embarrassment as well as the shame of doing it in front of a noble family would stick with her for the rest of her life.

“Damn this cold,” she thought “I wish it would be over with so I can stop wasting time here and actually focus on strategizing for our next route.”

The woman rubbed the palm of her hand against her nose to try to alleviate the tickle, but to no success. The tickle rose until it was let out to a small sneezing fit. “Hieh—tchoo! Etch-chu! Atch-choo!”

Mucus began to drip from her nostrils. She was just about to turn around to continue what she had been doing every ten minutes or so, until a voice had stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, Robin!”

The young woman turned to see who had called her name, her hand covering her nose as she did. A young man with blue hair, full of youth and power stepped up to her. 

“O-Oh. Chrom. I didn’t uhm… expect you.” Stammered the woman, named Robin.

“Well, I mean, I do like to keep a good eye on the rest of the Shepherds. And you are of no exception.” Replied the young man. It was apparent in his tone that he had wanted to discuss something.

Robin sniffled, rubbing the underneath of her nose with her finger, “W-well… What is it you need?”

“Hah. Don’t play dumb with me. I know how you’ve been recently. You’re about as sick as a dog!” replied Chrom, bluntly. 

Robin blushed a bit. She always did her best to avoid Chrom as much as possible while she was sick. She didn’t want the prince of Ylisse to catch a nasty head cold over a small, menial conversation, after all.

“Ehm… I mean, yes. B-but I can still strategize just as well if I wasn’t!” 

“I don’t doubt that. You’re brilliant. But I know even you need your rest. And, well, seeing you come out here into the woods to…ehm… relieve your nose isn’t really anything I would say I would want you to do. Do you not own a handkerchief for that sort of thing?” asked the young noble, scratching the back of his head. He was clearly having trouble wording things. 

“No. I don’t. But I really don’t mind doing this. It keeps the rest of the Shepherds at a minimum risk of ca-catch—cat’ch—choo!” replied Robin, being interrupted by a sudden sneeze, doing her best to cover it with her hand, “Urgh. Catching this cold.”

“I understand your intentions. And while good, I don’t really think it’s something you need to worry about. Honestly, the Shepherds would be more worried if the tactician of the army were so sick, they couldn’t think straight.” 

“Ah, excuse me. I can understand that. But I need to keep planning things out. I can handle a m-mih-measly c-…c---cold--! Etch’choo! Hetch’choo!!” sneezed Robin, turning away from Chrom in attempts to not infect him. Robin could feel the mucus sliding down her hand, beginning to drip on the ground beneath her, in front of the Prince of Ylisse at that. She could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Robin had put her hand to her nose to try mitigating as much spray from being released, only to result in her hand being coated in the excess mucus from her nose. She pulled away not knowing how much had gotten onto her hand. She put her hand back to her nose as soon as she saw the strands of mucus coming from her nose. Her blush grew to a deeper red.

Chrom’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he frowned a little. He wasn’t dressed in his usual armored garb, but more of a buttoned-down attire. He reached into a back pocket of the pants he was wearing and pulled out a cloth handkerchief. He handed it to the suffering woman. 

“Here. I think you’re going to be needing this more than I do.” He told her.

Robin’s blush grew deeper than it already was. She hesitated in taking the handkerchief. She still wasn’t very used to speaking and acting so casually towards the noble family, even if Chrom didn’t act like a noble. 

“Th-thank you.” She stammered out, taking the white, cloth handkerchief. 

She put the handkerchief towards her nose and let out a harsh blow. A gurgling sound was emitted from both nostrils, mucus filling in through any crevasse and crease of the handkerchief. By the time she had finished, the once dry handkerchief was sodden and in need of a wash.

“Ergh. Excuse me. Ehm… do you want this back, or…?” asked Robin rather sheepishly, unsure what exactly to do with the given handkerchief. 

Chrom put his hand up in protest. “Keep it, it’s yours, ha ha.” He said with a smile.

“Are you sure? I’m sure it’s not one of a noble to not carry around a handkerchief, but—”

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I’m sure if I was back at the castle, if I were to simply sneeze, there would be at least six different servants ready and lined up to give me a handkerchief to use. This is nothing, really. Plus, I’m sure Frederick has a separate stash for both me and my sister somewhere in camp.” He responded with a wink and a smile.

Robin let out a chuckle that was followed by a small coughing fit and sniffles. Chrom put his hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes. 

“You’re a very important asset to the army, Robin. We need our tactician more than anything. So that means we need you to be at peak performance. I want you to go retire to your tent. Lay down. Rest. I’ll send someone to help treat you. Please, don’t over exert yourself. Understand?” asked Chrom, his tone a bit more stern, rather than casual.

Robin was at a loss of words. She didn’t really have any idea as to what to say. She broke eye contact with the young prince for a few seconds but then looked him dead in the eyes and replied.

“I will. I’ll do this for the army. Thank you, Chrom.”

[fang-emblem]

Things to remember in Fire Emblem Awakening

I'll try not to spoil the story!

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1. Game mode-

When you start up a new file, you'll be asked to choose your game type. Normal, hard or lunatic, if this is your first time playing Awakening or a main line FE title, choose normal.

After that, you can choose between casual or classic. Again, you should probably play casual if you don't understand.

In casual, your units merely retreat when they lose all their HP. In classic, they're dead.

Chrom and the avatar are exceptions, if they die, its game over even if your other units are fine.

2. Avatar creation-

At the beginning of the game, you have a choice to create your avatar. You can choose between male/masculine or female/feminine. You can customize their height, hair, face, hair colour, and voice. You can give them a name and a birthday.

Asset and flaw affects their stats growths, Luck is an okay flaw to have. Depending on things like what classes you want or who your spouse/kids(s) might be, this can change your thinking a lot. You should probably go for something like HP as your asset.

3. Options-

After you start, you can press A on an empty tile to bring up the menu, you can choose options like the music volume or how fast the gameplay goes. You can also access the in game guide from the menu.

4. Characters-

You'll start off the first couple of chapters with- Chrom, Lissa, Frederick and your avatar. Slowly, more people will join your army as you progress through the main story or play paralouges.

Some child characters are connected to their parent.

Chrom -> Lucina

Robin/Avatar -> Morgan

Lissa -> Owain

Sully -> Kjelle

Miriel -> Laurent

Sumia -> Cynthia

Maribelle -> Brady

Panne -> Yarne

Cordelia -> Severa

Nowi -> Nah

Tharja -> Noire

Olivia -> Inigo

Cherche -> Gerome

5. Recruitment- These units will not join you unless they are recruited!

Other characters will join automatically.

First generation:

•Have Chrom talk to Kellam.

•Have Chrom talk to Gaius.

•Have Chrom talk to Tharja.

•Have Chrom talk to Libra.

•Donnel has to level up at least once in order to join. Make him kill low HP enemies, and have him pair up with another unit, like Chrom, to gain a stat boost.

•Have Chrom talk to Anna, keep in mind this Anna is in the paralouge that appears when chapter 9 does.

Second generation:

•Lucina automatically joins your army after Chapter 13.

•Have the avatar/Chrom talk to Morgan.

•Have Chrom/Lissa talk to Owain.

•Have Chrom/Sully talk to Kjelle.

•Have Chrom/Miriel enter the village on the left.

•Have Chrom/Sumia talk to Cynthia.

•Have Chrom/Maribelle talk to Brady.

•Have Chrom/Panne talk to Yarne.

•Have Chrom/Cordelia talk to Severa, then assist her in making her way to Colin.

•Have Chrom/Nowi talk to Nah.

•Noire automatically joins on turn 2.

•Have Chrom/Olivia talk to Inigo.

•Have Chrom/Cherche talk to Gerome.

There are special streetpass characters you can get by going to Wireless -> Bonus Box -> Bonus Maps. But you can't play them until the endgame...

6. Classes-

The avatar can access basically any class, barring gender specific ones. F avatar can change into a pegasus knight, which M avatar cannot.

Your units start off with their base class, and a couple of reclass options.

You can advance their class by using a Master Seal, or change their class by using a Second Seal. They can be found in chests, dropped by certain enemies or bought on the world map.

Units learn one skill are level one, and then another at level 10. When at an advanced class, they learn a skill at level 5, and level 15.

There are special classes that can't be accessed by other characters. Only Chrom and Lucina can be lords, only Olivia can be a dancer.

7. Inheritance-

The children that came from the future to save the past from the clutches of Grima.

Technically, Lucina is the only child unit you have to recruit. But who wants that?

Your child units base stats, and stat growths depend on some crazy math shit that I dont understand. Some characters base classes depend on magic, like Nah. While others depend on physical attack, like Yarne. But most of this stuff is up to preference! Any character can be great. (Their hair colour also depends on the father. Not Lucina though)

Your children will always inherit the last active skill in their parents skill slots.

The very bottom skill (left), would correspond to the middle skill (right), if it was filled.

Chrom is a special case, his daughters will always inherit Aether from him, while his sons will always inherit Rightful King from him. Even if he doesn't have those skills yet.

His grandchild, Morgan, if the avatar marries one of his kids, will also get those skills passed down from the sons/daughters.

8. Supports-

After like, chapter 3 or 4, you can see support conversations. Some characters can only reach A with each other, but others reach S. S rank is the marriage support, characters will confess their undying love.

Some supports will grow faster than others, like Mirel and Stahl is a very fast support! To even grow your level, have them stand beside each other in battle, or pair them up.

Chrom and Sumia are picky about their romantic partners, supposedly it's the canon pairing but it doesn't have to be that way. If you wanted to pair up Chrom with Olivia, for example, you'd have to keep him away from his other potential wives. (Try not to get at least C support, it makes things easier)

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This is only a really basic guide, if you have questions, I'll do my best to help out!