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This MAY be a stupid question... but is Rhea your favorite in Houses and/or FE in general? :o You talk about her more than any other FE character which is why I'm curious. :o

It's not stupid lol, but with the Jugdral feed a bit empty nowadays I can't post about the Velthomers as I used to

Honestly I wasn't thinking much about Rhea at first, I kind of dropped the FE Fandom for a few months because I returned to Tales, especially Xillia, and I kind of noted some similarities between Rhea and Muzét (too bad Bamco turned her character in a giant sex joke but that's for another post lol), they both seem to be calm until they're not, they have an unnatural attachment to their "parent figure" who doesn't give a fuck about them and seemed to have a complicated relationship with their "sibling" -

Witnessing their breakdown (ToX1 Muzét's made me feel so bad lol Maxwell was really an ass, and for Rhea, I played CF first and killed Seteth'n'Flayn) made me feel so bad lol -

But then it was just the smaller details and clues during my CF run that made me wonder what was Rhea's deal, and how everything Supreme Leader accused her of doing was... well, bonkers. I remember wondering more than once during the run "why do we even want to kill Rhea?" and bar the "pointy ears = EvIL" I couldn't find any reason, especially with all the spiel Supreme Leader was throwing between maps on how Rhea is evil and secretely controls the world.

First with the javelins, and then the "Rhea doesn't like humans she manipulated my ancestor" when, triggering the convos, I heard (tfw playing with jp!Audio) a Rhea who lamented having to fight against Willy's descendant, and who named one of her ultimate protectors after him?

Then I made the mistake to venture to Redshit and -

Well, I couldn't recognise the character from what they were depicting, someone told me Rhea was similar to Mithos from ToS but it didn't feel right, and doing the other routes was just an eye-opener : Rhea is the fandom's scapegoat and while I didn't really care about it bar "no Jan, you got the canon all wrong" it started to grow really irritating as some circle really grew in importance, and how Ao3 was full of "Rhea ate a roasted baby after glazing it with honey" fics.

Ultimately, I think I saw a post where someone pointed out how Rhea is like a FE protagonist who already finished her story, and complete with the Hresvelg history (they descend from one of her allies) I was really hooked, and started to nerd about Nabateans, Magic and what not, especially in knowing/thinking/HC'ing from how it happened to ultimately how it failed in the current Fodlan.

Maybe it's because I was in the Tales fandom just before FE16, but I'm fond of the story of "two different races (save for Elympians in Xillia, they're just your modern capitalists complaing about paying too much taxes lol) who have to learn how to live with each other and coexist peacefully", just like FE Tellius (and FE Elibe?) did, so Rhea who managed to trust and befriend humans fascinated me, and since FE16 is completely dry on that topic I had to nerd and think about Rhea's past life as Seiros the Warrior and ultimately her War of Heroes days.

So basically, I talked a lot (and still do lol) about her because I really think a part of the fandom got her completely wrong (yes, Pat included), also because, just like Julia, she was completely shafted by the plot when she could have been something/someone much more interesting so here I am with my hundred of AUs.

Also, because it's funny to troll some people who smash their keyboards with 10k words essays the second you say "Rhea not BaD" hahaha.

#jugdraldefenderpersonal #rhea stuff #fe16 #that being said I also like Dimitri as a traditional lord #who is not traditional lol but works falls and learns to be the blue lord #still i'm fonder of nabateans so even if I like AM I can't love it because no nabateans #also because no one ever gives a fuck about them or the relics or anything #VW is a shame because bar giving Claude some 'surprised pikachu face' there's no consequences to Rhea's big reveal #on the worst parent ever scale i still think Sothis wins to Xillia's Maxwell #but by a very small margin #playing CF had me just pause and wonder WTF was going on #like 'jeez edel why are you saying rhea dgaf about humans when she sounded so sad about your ancestor and has a golem named after him who-#-keeps on criting you?? and wasn't she running a giant orphanage? when are you going to rekt your uncle who turns humans in demonic beasts?#how's that never??"#the julia tier #the tier for interesting things that would never happen because the devs don't like that character #also #Rhea's gotten a lot of good alts with good art #I still dislike Saias's artwork it's not only the blue eyes it's the rest #rather everything

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obsessivevoidkitten · 9 months

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Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Male Yandere Human-like Golem x Gender Neutral Human Reader (CW: Noncon, huge dick, golem man, magic, fatal violence towards bandits, spit used as lube, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.8k (Sorry this took forever, was originally going to be a drabble and then kinda got away from me, hope you all enjoy huge dick golem man.)

The small town that you lived in, Somnheim, had been victim to a swathe of horrible luck. Raided by bandits, packs of beasts killing livestock, and enemy soldiers scavenging what they could. Finally the town had enough and sent for a practitioner of the magic arts to aid them in the defense of their village.

This was you.

They didn’t have much but they offered a home and food for your services. You figured you could help them and have a quiet place to conduct your research away from the prying eyes of the council, who liked to hold newer mages under their thumb. It would also just be something nice you could do for your fellow humans, and these folks clearly needed the help.

You didn’t want to stay in this place forever though, so your solution would have to be one that would last long after you were gone.

Given your expertise in summoning and animating the logical choice was a good, old fashioned, golem. A pentagram, some select incense, clay flesh molded to a slate skeleton and imbued with an amethyst heart carrying an artificial soul, some runes carved in, and a scroll inserted that would have him follow his purpose and give him personality.

Then just add in a spell that turned the humanoid clay man into something more human so as not to frighten the villagers too badly and make him able to experience a near human existence.

The ritual was a complete success. Of course it was. You were you after all, young but talented and more importantly utterly dedicated to your craft.

Somnheim now had a mighty protector. An artificial man over 9 feet tall, with huge bulging muscles, shaggy brown hair, stoic brown eyes that gave nothing away, and glowing green runes on his arms and legs. The spell that made him human-like was more than just visual, it gave him nearly all the functions of a human male, he’d be as durable and strong as the hardest metal, never age, and of course he was certainly infertile.

Not one for creative names, you named him Slate.

Eventually bandits came by and decided they would stock up in Somnheim before going on to bigger and better loot.

They did not live to regret that decision.

Slate simply rolled a massive boulder down the hill they approached from and flattened all but a couple. Those he took care of quickly with magically precise throws of average sized stones.

Over the months any threat he couldn’t flatten with a boulder or smack with a stone he would pop open with his mighty fists.

By the end of his first year as the village’s guardian he was beloved by every single townsperson. Even the tiny children, who would climb on him and put flowers in his shaggy hair as he smiled and watched, had no fear of him.

You had enjoyed your time there, but eventually it was time for a change of scenery. You wanted to do more field research and you had saved enough money up with side projects to be able to fund a trip to the other side of the country near The Great Forest.

The villagers were grateful and sad to see you go, but they were much more interested in Slate than you.

But when you packed your bags to leave behind your wattle and daub dwelling once and for all you found yourself blocked by Slate.

He uttered one word in that deep, almost monotone, voice of his.

“No.”

“What do you mean no? I have to leave.” You tried to squeeze past him but he was not having it.

“I must protect the village… Your presence here makes the village safer… I might need repairs… or reinforcements… And you also tasked me with keeping you safe…”

You fudged the wording. You, breather of life into stone, weaver of clay, and creator of souls, messed up the wording.

He picked you up like a box of luggage and sat you on a chair in your makeshift study before going over to the heaviest bookshelf, picking it up, and placing it in front of the only door so you couldn’t escape.

“I’ll move it when I need to leave… then I will put a rock outside to keep you here…”

And that became your life. A literal prisoner in your own home.

Your magical abilities were useless in this situation, you were not a battlemage that could explode a wall, you couldn’t teleport, you bent earth.

Of course you tried to tunnel your way out by making a hole under your bed, but Slate had walked in and caught you red handed. He had confiscated and locked away all your magical supplies and texts unless you needed them to repair him you were not getting them back.

Slate was tentative enough of your physical needs, bringing you food and water and taking you outside like some sort of pet for sunlight, fresh air, and exercise. You had tried to run away but of course he had inhuman speed. And the villagers refused to help. What if Slate refused to save them if they did that?

It was a fair concern, he was made to protect the village and not villagers, he may even see them as a threat if they assisted you. You were on your own.

Though you were healthy enough physically your mental condition was deteriorating rapidly. How could you not be? Being trapped in the same building, even with trips outside, was awful. The villagers only looked at you with pity if they looked at you at all, and no one would even talk to you anymore.

It got to the point where you barely eat, refused to go outside, and spent all your time laying in bed.

Slate was failing the magical directives that governed his personality and behavior. You were clearly not safe, he was convinced that you would die if this continued, and honestly you likely would… eventually…

But the golem was not incapable of learning. He observed the other humans to find out what he could add to your life to bring you back to your usual self.

One night, when he was sitting in front of the house watching the humans passing by and holding hands, he came to the conclusion that humans had families, they lived together in their dwellings and they loved each other. They coupled together and mated.

Up until this point Slate had only been directed by simple emotion and the unyielding parchment that had imbued him with his goals. But now his task demanded something more of him, it demanded a much more complex emotion. The magic in him allowed this evolution, and now he was much more dangerous because he loved you. But it wasn’t just love he felt for the first time, it was lust.

Slate’s expression became one of someone thinking about the one who they adored infinitely, an expression of a man thinking about the person he wanted to have writhing in pleasure beneath him, even his normally green runes and brown eyes took on an amorous pink glow.

When you heard the boulder blocking the door shift and then heard the bookshelf take its place as what was blocking your way out as Slate came lumbering in with his heavy steps you didn’t even glance up.

Not until he stood in front of you and you noticed his strange pink glow replacing his green one did you stir.

You sat up in bed and when you saw the strange way his normally near emotionless eyes were staring at you, and glowing, you scooted away.

“I know what you need now! I am so sorry for not realizing sooner…” He said in a surprisingly soothing tone, a stark departure from his normally deep monotone.

“What do yo-”

Your words were forgotten as he took off his shirt and pants revealing a sweaty body and a frighteningly large cock.

“You need a partner to be happy, like the other humans, and you need to mate!”

He sounded very eager.

“No! Uh… I don’t need to… mate. I need to lea-” he put a large finger over your lips and shushed you before gripping your pants and peeling them and your underwear away from you carefully.

There was no dissuading him from his chosen course of action, he would make you happy and keep you safe no matter what!

It’s what you needed.

Slate leaned forward and spit all over your hole, thoroughly lubing it with his spit, before pressing his big cock into your hole.

It was so large that you let out a whimper of pain at first, but he was somehow knowledgeable enough about sex to know he needed to let you adjust to the size rather than just ramming himself in.

You gasped and writhed but he held you still with his massive hands running up and down your sides as he slowly pulled you down on his prick.

Slate was in complete heaven, he had never really known much pleasure of any kind, let alone the type that came with burying his cock in someone he was now completely obsessed with.

He had no idea his dick could be used for this at all, but now that he did he would certainly be doing this everyday, maybe even a couple times a day! The perfect blend of heat and softness was amazing.

As he began to thrust slowly, with a blissed out expression as he stared up at nothing with drool coming out of his mouth, you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure as his cock caressed your depths perfectly.

Hearing your breathy moans snapped him back to reality. You were finally happy again~

The treatment was working! That settled it, he would do this every single day no matter what!

Carefully gripping your sides a bit more firmly he moved your entire body back and forth on his cock. You couldn’t help it, your whole body twitched with the force of a massive orgasm. The sensation of your body spasming around his previously virgin dick caused him to slam in deep and cum hard.

He pulled you close, holding your head into his muscular chest as he panted, his dick still firmly impaling your limp body. You hadn’t been eating much and this serious fucking had taken a lot out of you.

Slate cleaned the two of you up, bathing you gently before taking advantage of your compliant state by spoon feeding you some dinner he had brought from a town person.

Mating with you made you so pleasured and too tired to resist him when he took care of you, he almost couldn’t wait until you had enough energy to do it again, his cock strained in his pants with anticipation.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #yandere boyfriend #male yandere x gn reader #yandere terato #my ocs #yandere x reader #male yandere #My OC Slate

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