#minpalla

[cat-denied]

fire emblem feminism part 6:

call me big charlie because i'm going paladin mode

today we pass the bechdel test. whats more, lesbianism comes to reat its beautiful prow upon our shores

im sure we'll never see this guy again

starting technically with the wooden cavalry, which i didnt take any screenshots of but is a neat little level that i like - midia recruiting astram by walking up to him mid battle and opening with "hello, lover" will never not be iconic. woman of my dreams. anyway hes never doing anything this game so

but then we get to whitewings! at least 66% of the whitewings!! i loooove the whitewings, along with minerva, and they are also going to be Our Best Units. seriously—midia, norne, athena everyone is Good, but the whitewings are going to blow out of the water basically everyone except caeda. that said, we have to get them up to par first, since in this run they are joining rather horrendously underleveled (5 and 9 unpromoted, compared to basically an entire promoted army already). but! even now they can help. everybody matters.

side note—did yall know that the conversation between palla and minerva is, in fact, Much Gayer in the official spanish translation than the english one? in english, she says "Our true home is the sky around you," and that in itself spawned a ship because come on in a game where 95% of the characters don't interact thats pretty damn notable. however in spanish she straight up says (translated) "More than Macedonia, you are our home. Our place is in the skies at your side," which, wow!! incredible!! i love these two goobers so much. everybody read Princess Of Dawn on ao3 now

anyway whitewings are great even if i wish sheena was in this game and not just the sequel. god i love sheena.

struggling to think of anything else to say so i guess thats it! our only remaining unpromoted units are Linde around lvl 14, Maria around lvl 17 (took her through mage for a bit to boost her magic stat), and the two whitewings. we are getting through this!!

WAIT I FORGOT HORACE CHAPTER HAPPENED. horace chapter is cool because its one of the only fucking places in this game a playable character appears in a chapter and also in a story cutscene (because theyre the focus and you can be sure theyre still alive) but specifically one of the only times a non-marth character interacts with nyna. justice for my girl!!! she didnt do shit!! give her screentime NOW!! anyway.

deaths: nobody! apart from several loaded saves and jiol but we dont count those

reset counter: 105. admittedly a little shaky because i dont remember if i did any resets in 12x but i think +0 +3 +9 and +2. not too bad although the damn pegasus reinforcements in gra kept getting my ass

next time: you're no biney? like.. you dont have any binery? wow..thats so cool

[rynamowrites]

to make you stay (i'd do anything)

to make you stay (i'd do anything)

Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon / Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem - Rated E - F/F - Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Canon compliant, bathing/washing, porn with feelings, sad handjobs, vaginal sex, trans female character, knighthood, emotional crises, mentions of torture, explicit consent

After Palla's return from Valentia, her reunion with her queen is hardly the celebration she'd fantasized about, on long nights alone across the ocean. Instead, guilt weighs heavy on her chest for not being by Minerva's side when she was overthrown, even if it would've meant her death. But Palla needs to be needed, and she hates herself for it.

[fevotinggauntletreal]

Did anyone include any Shadow Dragon or Mystery of the Emblem bosses, maybe I should add some if the opportunity ever arrives and/or there is a second miniboss contest?

Gazzak was in the opening round just now, but he came up rather short of mighty against Marla & Hestia

other than that, there were no valid submissions (someone did make an impassionate and persuasive case for including Jiol but I still decided not to count him). I did have Hyman and Emerus in my own shortlist, but nothing from Book II. I tried pretty hard to get at least one candidate from every game in, but Book II has relatively few full-proper minibosses to begin with -- which I suppose may be due to the data storage situation that FE3 was dealing with

[jadesnapart]

Of course, Princess Minerva will always be my liege and foremost in my thoughts... 💚🏮

Brave Palla adorned in the attire of a queen of Macedon, just like Minerva. Thank you to @labmemb3r on twitter for the c/mmission!

[femblemfemslash]

What little I have to offer, I will always dedicate to service at Princess Minerva's side.

[laceysmalls]

them

[archaneanscribe]

Big Girls Cry

I wanted some MinPalla childhood sweethearts, inspired by their mini-alts in FEH. Part of the Archanea Chronicles.

When their mother died, Palla did not cry.

Est was one, but due to their mother’s illness she had seen more of the local midwife and her sisters than she ever did of their mother, so only cried as much as a baby normally cries.

Catria was five, and she cried a whole, whole lot. She gripped Palla’s skirt and wailed, snot and tears dripping down her face. She woke up and cried, and went to sleep crying.

When you’re eight like Palla, you’re a big girl- so that means no more crying. That’s what she reminded herself over and over when the tears threatened, anyway.  She knew Mother wouldn’t agree, would tell her that it’s okay for big girls to cry, that it’s okay for anyone to cry.

But Mother was gone. They had lost Father only a year ago, and now she was gone too.

It was just the three of them.

So she was going to be the best big sister ever, and be super tough. If she cried, they would know that there was a chance things wouldn’t be okay. She was going to work to be so strong that nothing could ever hurt her little sisters ever again.

The captain of the pegasus division of the Macedonian army, Mylla, had always told her she was too young to follow in her mother’s footsteps, that she had a few more years to grow.

But the day after the funeral, her mind had changed. 

First thing in the morning, training lance gripped in hand, Palla approached her again, mouth knit into a tight, determined frown.

“Lass, look-” the older woman began, as always, but now she paused, expression stricken with an emotion that Palla couldn’t yet decipher, “That’s quite the face you're making. Not the face of a young girl anymore.”

Her grip tightened.

Sighing, the captain’s shoulders slumped, “If you’re so determined, you can train with the Princess. Normally only the royal family start this young, but I suppose she wouldn’t mind a sparring partner her own age. Follow me.”

Her face perked up at the mention of Princess Minerva, “Oh, thank you!”

Of course, she had known about the first princess for some time. Her mother had been the queen’s personal vassal before both their deaths, so Palla had been told from a young age she would likely inherit a similar duty. She followed close at Mylla’s heels, into the castle walls. Another place she had visited briefly with her mother, but she had never gone through this way, into the royal guard’s training area.

When they arrived, they found a girl who couldn’t be any older than she was having her footing be critiqued by an older man.

“Oi, Odger!” Mylla called out to catch his attention. He turned to look at them, his grizzled but not unfriendly face reminding Palla of her father in many ways. The girl, who she realized must be Princess Minerva, looked at her with curiosity. Maybe she didn’t get to see a lot of other kids?

The man named Odger relaxed his posture, gesturing to Palla, who was overcome with a sudden wave of shyness and hid behind the Captain, “What’ve you got there? New recruit for the guard? A little young, ain’t she?”

Mylla stepped aside and gave the young girl a gentle push, sending her stumbling forward into focus. Mustering her courage, she stood up straight, holding her lance in the way she remembered seeing her mother do when speaking to the late queen, deferential yet confident, “I’m Palla, sir. Atheleys daughter. I want to become a pegasus knight like my mother was.”

He gazed at her impassively, “What if I said you’re not old enough? Isn’t that what Mylla has been telling ‘ya?”

She knew that she shouldn’t say what she was about to, that with the strict way the Macedonian military operated, she could ruin her chances of ever getting a position in the corps, but the repressed feelings from her mother’s passing bubbled to the surface as she replied, heatedly, “I would say that I am old enough. I watched my Mother my whole life. Give me time and I’ll surpass everyone!”

For a moment following their outburst, there was silence, but it was quickly followed by raucous laughter from Odger, who pat his belly jovially, “Careful talking to yer superiors like that, little lady! If I was anyone but a retired knight turned combat instructor, there'd be some real consequences,” he calmed down, settling his face into a soft smile, “I see you’re truly serious. It won’t be easy, and you won’t get any special treatment- just like this one here doesn’t.”

The Princess nodded gravely.

“Show up tomorrow at sun up, and be ready. I won’t be teaching you the basics.”

“Thank you, sir! I’ll do my best!”

---

He was serious when he said it wouldn’t be easy. Every evening when she came home to her sisters, it was in a state of exhaustion and ache, every muscle complaining at once.

That doesn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying herself.

Every lance swing, every knee scrape, made her feel closer to her mother, which in turn made her stomach churn less when Est looked up at her and called her “Mama!” before being corrected,

And, of course, there was her training partner.

Princess Minerva was a serious girl, in much the same way Catria seemed poised to become. There was a look on her face that Palla knew meant she planned to be a fighter her whole life, and that this training was not just exercise- but might one day keep her alive. 

But if you got her talking about her brother, baby sister, or the pegasus she had been working with, it was an entirely different story. Her eyes would light up and she would laugh and swing her arms around recounting the story of the way her little sibling finally said her name for the first time.

“She can only call me ‘Min’ right now,” she recounted as they took a break to eat some lunch, smiling as she wiped some crumbs off her face, “But the nursemaid told me that in a few months she will likely be able to say my full name.”

“I remember when Catria used to call me ‘Pal’,” Palla replied, swallowing her bite of bread, “Its’ nice that you’re a big sister too. I get lonely sometimes when I only get to see my sisters.”

Minerva nodded, “I understand. I love my brother and my sister, but I enjoy speaking to someone close to my own age. Father said it would be good for me. He wants me to be strong, but,” she leaned in conspiratorially, “He’s actually nice. Him and my brother can be scary, but they’re both very kind.”

Palla giggled, “My mother was the same way. Everyone said she was so serious, but she always played with me and read me lots of stories.”

“...do you miss your mother very much?”

Her head snapped up at this abrupt question to look at Minerva, who was turned away to hide her face, “I miss my mother.”

She sometimes forgot that the Princess had lost a parent as well, “...Yes. I miss her a whole lot. But,” she reached out to pat her companion’s knee, “I’m doing just fine! I’m going to be just as strong as she was. So you don’t have to worry about me!”

Because she was a big girl! Big girls didn’t think about their mother and cry into their pillows, or want to scream whenever they saw someone holding their mother’s hand!

Minerva moved to face her now, face twisted in confusion, looking like she had something to say but just didn’t know the right words, “Palla, I-”

“Times up, kiddos!” Odger’s voice shattered the tense atmosphere between them. So the conversation was left behind- but not forgotten.

---

It was many months later, nearing Palla’s tenth birthday, that Minerva stopped her before she headed home. The sun was setting and it’s final rays were streaming into the open area of the royal training area. Odger had already left, so it was only the two of them.

“Palla.”

“Yes, Lady Minerva?”

Minerva’s hand was on her wrist, holding her in place for the ensuing silence, before the Princess finally gathered her courage, “I was thinking about... when we get older.”

“When we get older?”

“Yes,” she took a deep breath, and spoke in that serious, assured tone she always did, “We should get married. That way, I can always make sure you’re not lonely or sad.”

Palla’s eyes widened, cheeks reddened, and jaw dropped, “Married!?”

Minerva’s face twisted like it had that day nearly a year ago, but this time, she was able to voice her thoughts, “When you leave, my heart hurts, because I know that you are sad- you always smile when you come here, but there are times I see you nearly in tears. The thought of you being lonely makes me quite angry. I want to make sure you’re always actually happy. Marriage seemed like the easiest way to do that.”

This never happened in any of her mother’s storybooks. There was usually an epic adventure and love story before the princess decided she was to defy her station and be with the knight she loved. 

And they usually weren’t nine years old, either.

However, the offer made Palla’s stomach warm. Minerva was strong, and reliable. She never expected Palla to be more than she was- just a girl her own age, a peer, a friend. Sometimes she even thought that it might be okay to share how she really feels to her, to open up, to... to cry. Even though she was a big girl. 

She thought that maybe, she didn’t have to be a big girl around Minerva.

“You mean it?”

“Yes. I want to make you happy.”

The tears started coming down, and big girl Palla was gone. All that was left was Palla- a not-quite-ten year old child who missed her mother, and just wanted to be a kid. The quiet crying quickly became hiccuping sobs, dragging her forearm across her eyes to dry the deluge as it came.

“I’m,” she sniffed loudly, “I’m lonely! I love my sisters, but I want my mother! I want my father! I want someone to take care of me sometimes too!”

In a flash, she felt a pair of arms around her, and realized slowly that she was being hugged by the taller girl. It was an awkward, unpracticed hug, but it was the first time she had been hugged by someone bigger than her in nearly a year. It wasn’t Catria or Est hugging her leg before they scurried off to play, it was a warm, enveloping hug that made her feel safe.

“I will take care of you. We can be together always. Father tells me that one day I shall get to be in charge of my own unit, and you can be in it. And we can get married. That way you’ll always know I will be there for you.”

Sniffling weakly now, she squeezed back tightly, “Thank you. I’ll do my best to get as strong as you so I can stay by your side.”

They stayed like that for a moment, the setting sun now having almost fully retreated, casting them in the cool darkness of the early night. In the back of her mind, Palla knew that Minerva was probably beholden to whatever marriage promises her father makes for her, but she couldn’t get herself to care.

Not when she could finally, finally, be herself.

---

It was thirteen years later when they were actually wed.

Of course Palla’s doubts had been correct at the time. The king had just laughed at his daughter, pat her head, and sent her on her way. He had several marriage contracts in talks with other kingdoms even at that time, so as much as he loved his daughter, one freedom he hadn’t planned to allow her was romance.

But, of course, before any of them could come to fruition, his life was snuffed out by his own son.

Over the years, Palla kept her promise, and was the first pegasus knight assigned to Minerva’s unit, later followed dutifully by her younger sisters and becoming the Whitewings that were known far and wide. Together, the two women had fought two wars, overcome adversity in all its forms, and a childhood friendship became... more.

So when Minerva renounced her claim to the throne, and wandered the land helping the war restitution with her own two hands, Palla followed suit. Their marriage was a small affair, done in the halls of Lena’s convent by the woman herself. It wasn’t for the public’s eye- it was just for them.

That night, as they curled together in bed feeling a peace that had been out of reach for months, Palla remembered her wife’s first proposal.

“You were ready to marry me at nine years old,” she reminiscenced fondly, enjoying the brief embarrassed tense up from Minerva, “I don’t think I could ever forget.”

“That seemed to me to be the only solution at the time,” she pulled Palla closer, “Everyone was always discussing marriage around me, so I believed it to be the solution to every ‘adult’ problem.”

“You turned out to be right, all these years later. I’m happily married to you, and I never feel lonely when you’re around.”

Minerva placed a kiss on her wife’s forehead, who hummed appreciatively at the gesture, “I did think about asking you again, many times, as we grew up, but by that point I had learned what it truly meant. And glad I am that I waited. I want to give you a peaceful, happy life.”

“And I want the same for you,” Palla replied, more certain than she had ever felt before. Happy tears welled in her eyes, just like they had when they exchanged vows.

And she let them fall.•

[mairodia]

Inktober: Day 22

My annual MinPalla drawing, love them soooo much, almost as much as they love each other 🥺💖

[darkflierliesel]

minpalla resort 💖💚 (ft. some inescapable younger sisters relegated to the little kids’ table)

[adelle-ein]

Sprite edits for @minpallawknd on twitter!

(edit 2 is very loosely inspired by Solrosfalt’s “Princess of Dawn.”)

[cat-denied]

wake up babes new fanfic dropped

i kid this thing is not even 800 words. i wrote about minerva and palla being slightly awkward and worrying about each other in askr for @domaystic day 1 (lol what is a calendar) - housewarming! gotta love fire emblem/fire emblem heroes fic

here is the fic

[wyvern-dork]

For  @minpallawknd !

After the regicide of King Osmond and the disappearance of the Macedonan princesses, Palla joins the fleeing masses to bring her family to safety. To afford her journey north, she enlists as a challenger at a local arena, where the stakes turn out to be higher than she could ever have imagined.

Relationships: Minerva/Paora | Palla, Lena/Julian (Background) Characters: Palla, Minerva, Catria, Est, Maria, Lena, Julian Additional Tags: Gladiator AU, Medieval AU, no magic, no dragons, Heists, does battling it out in an arena count as a meet-cute? Words: 6076

[argonavistactics]

peace after the wars

[jadesnapart]

Minerva walks into the kitchen in the morning and smells something........ off.

Palla x Minerva comic commission for @labmemb3r on Twitter! Thank you so much!

[starrabbit-art]

bunny time

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[rallyspectrumzine]

✨🏳️‍🌈 Six days until preorders close for Rally Spectrum, an LGBT+ Fire Emblem zine! 🏳️‍🌈✨Today’s preview is from @natade-art, featuring Minerva and Palla!

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