#one joke i'm sad i cut in the end but want to preserve in the tags

[tricobicoart]

Tf2 Rothena!! Original & redesign!! She became my tf2 si after(under the cut):

I made a whole au where she was on a warp pad & some enemy activated it or destroyed it when she was trying to activate it to help, and she got transported to the tf2 universe (more game and non-story-comics-based one) and gradually gave less shits until she gave up(once she realized there was no way back home) on way more morals than dan vs or tf2 mae, and after busting out of jail one too many times, she accepts a job from the Administrator's corporation for protection of her & some one-sided(on her side)friends, and her fate is cemented there. Also she has the same default scars as tf2 & danvs Mae but i didn't draw them in bc i was focused on getting the new damn 'render' done. Less scars in general tho bc of her unique half-gem-full-human nature, it was easier to incorporate her into the respawn system.

Their team role is officially The Understudy, but she calls herself Cannon Fodder, Expendable, other self-deprecating terms that the team members she didn't gel with went along with(Soldier, Spy, Scout occasionally, Medic bc he thinks it's as funny as she does, same for Sniper) at the beginning. She usually picks or is assigned to(read: the rest of the team draw straws or fight w rock-paper-scissors to determine) one team member throughout the match, assisting them in their job as backup or cannon fodder/actual scouting (its okay bc she respawns & is gets good at not dying eventually). okay discord copy pasting abt her under th ecut

Rothena joins red team starting out being completely herself: adhd, gen z suicide jokes, talking abt how much she loves women, etc, unlike how she usually acts when meeting new people. She figures "it's the 1960s, if i'm gonna get like hate crimed i better do it before i get attached, put all my quirks out in the open" & being so open abt herself actually endears some of the mercs to her (& makes others think she's nuts/has to self-preservation which. true lol) However this makes soldier her worst enemy bc she keeps talking abt how much she hates america. Despite being american rothena: i want free healthcare soldier: you want handouts!? rothena: no, i just don't want to pay 10,000 dollars bc some rando got me sick & i needed to be hospitalized

eventually they settle the fighting with "america could be improved but it's our home & we should stand for it & support it to improvement" but before then, HOO boy they're like in the "can i PLEASE get a waffle" vine: rothena & soldier: *fighting abt america* engineer: can you stand on the point?? rothena & soldier: *get more violent* engineer: can you PLEASE stand on the point?!?

Rothena does godawful at her first day on the field--she's only worked with sitting-duck or inexperienced targets w miss pauling, & the team dismisses her as a liability, so she does her best to stay out of the way bc she thinks so too (and tbh she kind of is, it's like if a casual/beginner jumped into a competitive match in tf2). But heavy takes pity on her and takes her under his wing, having her practice when he has free time he's willing to sacrifice, and having her shadow him during battles!! And the team sees her become more useful and eventually more of them start asking her to shadow them, earning her first positive class-based nickname, (Little) Shadow! Maybe medic sees her potential to learn and observe when she picks up a stray medigun and uses it on him without ever being taught how to!! And from there the trust builds!!

how tf2 rothena started: "blue hair" by tv girl (sad/melancholy) how tf2 rothena is going(canon): "using you" by margo (bittersweet but mostly happy) how tf2 rothena will end up(post-canon): "lifetime achievement award" by lemon demon or smth w similar resurrection themes (driven mad from love and care, unwilling to let go of mortal friends, medic is in on this)

#tf2 #tf2 si #tf2 self insert #tf2 rothena #my drawings #my self inserts #i'll paste more stuff abt her from discord later #and edit this to add timeline stuff bc the gravel war here lasts a bit longer than it does in canon #also in every tf2 universe i write/put characters in the tf2 team/team fortress is FRIENDS whether overtly or subtly there is no #'secretly ACTUALLY hating each others gut' here!!!! no offebse to those who write that btw it's always anywhere from hilariou to gutwrenchi #to watch (/pos both)

[polarisdelphi]

Another Knight I worked on my Arthurian concepts, Sir Tristan. One of my favourites again blaming the 2005 movie for that and accidentally looking like a ranger :)

Also accidental Jesus Christ as well, I only realized after I coloured his face *puts on clown makeup*

Everything is rounded and wavy with him - even with his sword, I opted for more rounded shapes to give Tristan this air of softness. He is known for his love of Iseult, so I'm taking the route of "this man is a menace, but is filled with kindness in his big golden heart".

Same goes for the flowers all over. They are to point that soft side of his but I also searched a little bit about Kernow, found out about Cornwall, and decided to incorporate those flowers into his design.

As a counterpoint, we have his sharper facial features and scar, indicating that ~menacing~ part of his, I guess hahaha

Once he ended up falliing more to the ranger side on my design, I also opted for leather armour instead of full heavy stuff. His build is more athletic but not bulky yes, yes, Lancelot is the heavy hitter fighter in the team, who would've known and he has this sense of ~movement~.

And, of course, sad droopy eyes and forget-me-nots in his hands.

As always, I'll leave more explaining and fangirling over Arthurian characters under the cut, where I'll tell al little more of my version of these characters!

SO TRISTAN, MY BELOVED.

Like I said, I became a Tristan fangirl after the 2005 King Arthur movie thanks to Mads Mikkelsen but I only went downhill from there. We all know the story of Tristant and Iseult, and he always ends up being one of my favourite characters.

Therefore, when I was reading Bernard Cornwell's Enemy of God, I almost died when I saw the phrase "because that was the summer of Tristan and Iseult" and went NOOOOOOOOO I'M NOT READY FOR THIS PLEASE LEAVE MY TRISTAN ALONE.

Alas. He wasn't left alone.

As there are many iterations of his tale, I had to decide which one to go with in order to get his design going. I like the tragedy of having him being Mark's son, as prince of Kernow, and falling for Iseult - the young woman to be married to his father, the King of Kernow.

Why? Because I'm a dramatic bitch, that's why.

Jokes aside, I think it opens many options for character development and counterpoints. By choosing Tristan to be Mark's son, I can develop them as being opposites in basically everything.

Unlike Lancelot and Galahad, who are opposite sides of the same coin and can work together despite how different they are, Tristan and Mark cannot. Tristan is brave while Mark is a coward, Tristan is gentle while Mark is harsh, Tristan is kind while Mark is cruel. All his softness, beauty and knightly courage is reflected as cruelty, uglyness and cowardice in his own father.

And by uglyness I mean more than just what we consider beautiful in aesthetic terms - it would be a putridness of heart, a rotting of the soul. Tristan's beauty comes from his capability of showing mercy and love, from having rough hands but wielding the softest of touches, from knowing how to hunt but also how to preserve the world around him to keep it in balance. Starkly different from his father, from his own blood.

That's why I think his design took a more ranger route. I wanted him to have that sort of Aragorn quietness and gentleness mixed with an imposing but quite relaxed aura of when Aragorn first appears as Strider - the Ranger of the North.

Ok peeps I won't dwell much on this because I FREAKING LOVE RANGERS. Ever since I discovered RPGs in my life, when I was a little kid playing Ragnarok online, I'm a ranger, I can't choose a different class, they are awesome and yesterday even I was fangirling over how awesome I feel with my ranger only dialogue in Baldur's Gate 3 and how badass my ranger character looks, thank you very much, I'm accepting Tristan into the ranger family AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ARAGORN-

Ranger Tristan it is.

And the theme seemed to fit him nicely. Like I said before, having him as the son of King Mark of Kernow - which, as my knowledge goes, is Cornwall - I wanted to use his colours as black and yellow. But they didn't work with him at all. Testing some other similar colours, I ended up with forest green and everything fell into its proper place - so the black/yellow theme will probably be his father's, to be another counterpoint to him.

If Mark is full on his posh and noble clothes, Tristan will be simple and wearing only a few things to identify himself as the prince of Kernow - hence the Kernow flowers engraved on his gear.

On my Arthurian world, then, Tristan and Iseult fall in love willingly, no love potions involved. For Iseult knew only obligation and fear with Mark until she was treated with utmost kindness and love with Tristan - sealing her fate as soon as he kissed her hand for the first time as an act of courtly decorum. And Tristan... He met in her the same kindness he always had inside of him but was never extended to him. Having, for the first time, someone care and worry about him, someone who offered him gentle words instead of cruel ones.

They were, unfortunately, meant to be - and their hearts knew they couldn't be together, but a love like this cannot be tamed or ignored.

Regarding his looks, the only thing I really wanted him to have was droopy eyes - reflecting that internal sadness in his soul. The longing he carries for something he doesn't quite know or understand, until he sets his sad eyes on Iseult.

And that's why he is carrying forget-me-nots. As a foreshadowing of his and his beloved's fate at the hands of his cruel father - myosotis, as I always heard them being called, are a pledge to never forget your loved ones, a vow of faithfullness, during all life and in death, remembering the adoration for those who aren't among the living anymore.

And I think it fits Tristan and his tragic love for Iseult quite nicely.

him looking like ranger Jesus Christ wasn't intentional I SWEAR

#king arthur #tristan #sir tristan #knights of the round table #tristan and iseult #arthurian legend #arthurian mythology #illustration #fanart #character design #character art #character concept #character sheet #art #my art #d&d #d&d character #personal take #classic literature #just noticed the font looks like I wrote sir triftan #and I think that's lovely #we always need someone to call him triftan #probably that lil' shit lancelot making fun while drunk #all of them would laugh as well #next morning everyone would be calling him triftan so much #people would start thinking that's his actual name #but man has the patience of a saint #soon I'll have a whole arthurian legend world of my own at this pace hahaha

[blue-howlite]

Character analysis

Today we analyse Nathan McMillan, from the video game saga of Forgotten Hill. Why? Because I am terribly bored.

Warning: spoilers under the cut, also mentions of death, people getting turned into puppets, I'm basically talking about this character's potential issues.

SO, THIS MF (affectionately)

I'll be honest, I think he has some sort of mommy issues.

I mean, the two characters we know he had as "stars" of his shows were both women (the Petersen's mother and Josephine, Jimmy Larson's girlfriend), could be a coincidence but it's weird it happened twice right?

Then in one of the mementoes we have a dead woman in a wardrobe, even with strings attached to her if I remember right. Even if she didn't have the strings, it's still a dead woman in a wardrobe. In a wardrobe just like the Petersen's mother. Coincidences? I think not.

So we have three suspicious female characters, AND we know that his mother disappeared. No one knows what the hell happened to her, maybe the husband killed her, maybe her own kids did, maybe she just decided to move out of town, or maybe one of his husband's experiments killed her. Point is, missing mother figure from a certain point of his life onward.

Next argument to my theory: the fact that he seeks approvation.

We know from the stories on the official Forgotten Hill website that the huge guy in the theatre that eats a lot complained about one of Nathan's shows, and was then turned into a puppet.

A person that doesn't care about other people's opinion would have ignored him. But Nathan had to turn him into a puppet, because the guy didn't like the show. That's clearly a sign he cares about what others think and that he seeks people's approval. He couldn't stand the fact that someone wouldn't like what he did.

Of course for the creators that's probably just a way to characterize him and make him scary, but I really enjoy reading more than there is into this characters.

Then, we have Berry and the "we'll be together forever" theme.

Of course we know that the ritual to turn Berry into a ghost horse head was prompted by his father, but Nathan didn't hesitate nor seemed sad about it. In fact, he was happy that Berry would never leave him and that they would be together forever.

This heavily implies some attachment issues. Yeah, Nathan was a child at the time, but he still should know that everything and everyone dies at some point in life (let's see if I get to the end of this without triggering my thanatophobia :D). He should have learned that, but Berry experience might have taught Nathan that death can be cheated. This could also tie to issues with his mother's disappearance, and so the mommy issues mentioned before.

And his attachment issues are reflected on his work with the puppets. When Nathan creates a puppet, not only can he now control and play with it, but can also preserve it.

Going back to the women I mentioned before, we know that he didn't willingly get rid of the Petersen's mother. Even though he had replaced her with Josephine, he put her into a wardrobe and tried to keep her.

For the sake of the joke I could say he didn't want to let go of Jimmy either, he literally knocked him out on his way out of the theatre, but this should be a serious theory post so let's ignore that.

The puppets theme also suggests the theme of "control". I mean, making someone into a puppet to move them around sounds pretty controlling. And this ties back to the attachment issues, why tying people like that? He could have a normal theatre with normal actors my man, but instead he ties them and makes them unable to move without him. Is he scared they'll leave him? Why would he? Berry taught him that he can even cheat death so that's not the experience that made him worried about that. His mother then?

In conclusion.

Nathan has definitely attachment and abandonment issues that are probably related to his mother. But it's funnier to say that he has "mommy issues" lol.

#forgotten hill #Nathan McMillan #how did I manage to forget to add the tags

[magic-number-3]

Top 5 ajr songs for the top 5 ask

shaking my fist like an old man darn you for making me answer this question!!! Ugh how am I supposed to choose?? I’m doing 6 cause fuck you i cant narrow it down anymore (not really fuck you its a joke <3) anyways the songs are under the cut cause I decided to explain my reasoning and it got very very too long. So in no particular order:

Don’t Throw Out My Legos - this song. REAL AND TRUE. I relate personally so much to this song because ~I moved away from home to follow my dreams~ and while the song is about wanting to preserve your childhood home and/or bedroom beacuse you dont want to face the fact of growing up, to me its also about wanting to preserve those sacred spaces in case, ya know. Follow your dreams fails and you have to return home. And so for me that has to be my top 5. Like people say ‘oh this song scratches an itch in my brain’ this song does that to my soul. N E way.

World’s Smallest Violin - ~its the mental illness luv~ . my 2nd most listened to song on spotify of all time and it only came out last year. Its killer

Turning Out - this was one of the first AJR songs I ever heard after that sponegbob song lmao (What Everyone’s Thinking EP, thank u for ur service) and DAMN if I havent cried listening to this song. Multiple times. I interpret this song as one of those where people are like ‘i dont feel like a whole person’ and i relate to that. like im TECHNICALLY a fully grown adult now but boy is that only technically. ‘You say I turned out fine / I think I'm still turning out’ and the ending of the song, ‘I'm a little kid, and so are you / Don't you go and grow up before I do / I'm a little kid with so much doubt / Do you want to be there to see how I turn out? / Cause I’m still turning out’ . Theres a feeling, a need to tell people whats going on because ppl think ur fine but ur not and youre nervous of an inevitable crash thats coming that no one will understand. But you dont know how to tell people. Youre scared to and you dont know how to make them understand. Anyway :(

Burn The House Down - this song goes SO. HARD. Its got a killer beat and this genius lyrics explanation says it all: ‘The titular line of the song is a blunt invitation for a sort of political revolution, at least in a metaphorical sense, in that the whole system will be replaced bottom-up with something new’. lets go burn the house down.

Way Less Sad - also my 5th most listened to song of all time on spotify. Like I’ve said before, its very uplifting and optimistic song to me. Maybe things aren’t great, but they’re better than they once were. And theres something very comforting abt not accepting that you dont have to be 'Happy' - whatever that means - that you can just be better than you once were. it relieves the pressure a little bit.

Karma - its very similar to worlds smallest violin, but the way that the musicality pushes the feeling and ideas in the song makes it just completely different imo. The way the music is constantly pushing the song forward - it never lets up and jack is in a rush to get all of these feelings out and he doesnt understand why he feels this way or why these things are the way they are and it all comes to a head with the final bit of the song when its pretty much silent, just him talking. The way the instrumentals push forward the concept and meaning of the lyrics is just some genius music making imo. Jack talking and talking and the way it speeds up and theres barely time to take a breath if youre singing along - the FEELING of the song, struggling to get these words out. The heart of it is very dear to me and meant a lot to me when it came out. I’m lucky that when I sing along now its not so much as a ‘these are my words i never knew how to say’. Its concepts no longer reflect my own stage of life, but when it did this song was very dear to me. Still is. Regardless of favoritism in relation to myself and simply as a piece of music, I do think it is possibly one of their BEST songs.

Some other faves cause how can I just mention FIVE??

100 Bad Days, the spiritual predecessor to Way Less Sad. GOES HARD

Next Up Forever and Finale - At first I was so bummed they didnt do an overture because I genuinely am such a slut for ajrs overtures but I love the way they these songs work as bookends to this album and I love the ideas explored in these two songs and the way they bounce off each other

#ask me my top 5 #my asks #my posts #seylaaurora #i got a little TOO into this but ya know whatevs lol #its only my fave band of all time

[girltomboy]

My bf found out last week that he actually did end up passing the year and graduating, all he has to do now is to prolong his studies so that he can pass all the other exams he failed. Which is amazing news and I'm really proud of him and happy for both him & his family, but I can't help STILL being a tiny bit sad & disappointed for him that he didn't get to participate in the graduation ceremony. I mean I know he and his family try to act like just because it's symbolic then it's meaningless and useless, but I also know it would've meant something to just have that 1 thing. Idk. U mean to tell me his mom made a big deal out of convincing him not 2 cut his hair when he barely JOKED about it once because she wanted to see him with a graduation cap on his long hair. And now suddenly it's meaningless? Okayyyy. But anyway, he called me at work to let me know <3

And last week while I was out with my coworker my friend called me to invite me this weekend over at his apartment to hang out with him and our other friend. Long time no see, etc. So I was like cool see u Saturday. And Saturday comes and my bf tells me he had a talk with our other friend and he told me I can't know. It's about something I shouldn't know about. And I was like wtf?? Are we not all friends? Why can I specifically not know about it? And he kept playing serious and I got upset bc of it so he had to tell me tht my friends were planning a surprise for me :(((( bc 1 of them was not in town on my bday and the other one just didn't remember so they felt bad and wanted 2 do something for me. Which was like. Not necessary bc birthdays were not always super huge and important in our friend group, but lately they have been bc we have been making them so. And they made me a t-shirt with a meme I created on it and an inside joke of ours on the back which was so funny and I love the pic they chose :(((( and a grinder that's just like the one my bf has. And we had some drinks and snacks and had a nice evening and it was such a warm experience 2 have with my friends! I love my friends and tbh this rly solidified my trust in them. I feel bad for getting upset w my bf when he was just trying 2 preserve the secret tho. But I do NOT like getting treated differently in the name of a surprise, however well-intentioned it may be!

#luv surprises tho #but as i get older i realize i don't rly like receiving gifts as much as i like making them #and even then i feel a bit awkward idk

[terramythos]

TerraMythos 2021 Reading Challenge - Book 11 of 26

Title: Fugitive Telemetry (The Murderbot Diaries #6) (2021) 

Author: Martha Wells 

Genre/Tags: Science Fiction, Mystery, Action, Novella, Agender/Nonbinary Protagonist, First-Person

Rating: 9/10

Date Began: 5/1/2021

Date Finished: 5/5/2021

Preservation Station is normally a peaceful place. So when a dead body is discovered in the station mall, Murderbot finds itself involved in the investigation. Much to its chagrin, Murderbot has to team up with the distrustful local security team in order to locate the culprit. But as the mystery deepens, Murderbot realizes that its unique skillset is critical to finding answers-- and saving lives.  

Misdirection, let’s try that, "I would have either disposed of the body so it was never found, or made it look like an accident.” 

Indah frowned, and Aylen’s brow creased, and they exchanged a look. Eyeing me, Indah said, “How would you dispose of a body so it wouldn’t be found?”

I’m not the public library feed, Senior Officer, go do your own research. I said, “If I told you, then you might find all the bodies I’ve already disposed of.” 

“It’s joking.” Ratthi managed to sound like he completely believed that. “That’s how it looks when it’s joking.” He sent to me on the feed, Stop joking. 

Full review, minor spoilers, and content warnings under the cut.

Content warnings for the book:  Murder and death. Semi graphic violence and injury. References to slavery. Brief reference to past torture.

This review is going to be relatively short, since Fugitive Telemetry itself is a short novella.

I love The Murderbot Diaries for a variety of reasons-- the snarky and relatable narration, the memorable characters, the not-so-subtle political commentary, the tense action scenes, and so on. But it all comes down to Murderbot itself; it's one of the most well-written and distinctive protagonists out there right now. As a nonbinary person, I'm also very representation starved. Seeing not just an agender/nonbinary protag in a mainstream novel, but one written with such depth and respect, honestly makes me cry a little if I think about it too hard.

Give me a soapbox and I'll talk about this series for hours, so I'll cut to the chase. While it's technically the sixth book in the series, Fugitive Telemetry takes place before Network Effect, the previous book. Basically, Murderbot finds itself caught up in a murder mystery on Preservation! And gets to use its talents to figure out whodunit, while winning over the humans who are hesitant to trust it.

Fugitive Telemetry, unlike previous books, doesn't have especially high stakes. All the major characters obviously make it to Network Effect. This book is more of a fun side adventure which expands upon Murderbot's time living on Preservation Station (since Network Effect skipped past most of that). A lot of fave humans make their cameos, notably Ratthi, Gurathin, and Dr. Mensah. And it's just fun, ok? Murder mysteries are fun. (I'd also like to state for the record: I'd die for JollyBaby).

Despite technically lowered stakes, I was very engaged in Fugitive Telemetry's story, especially the late rescue mission. Characterization is a strong point of the series, so I predictably enjoyed it here. Wells (as usual) excels at a believable nonhuman perspective; I'm always impressed at her ability to make Murderbot relatable and focus on details it considers important. There's also a great twist at the end of the book. I love murder mystery setups that have a genuinely surprising conclusion.

It wouldn't be a Murderbot book without some kind of sociopolitical commentary; avoiding spoilers, this entry explores generational slavery and civil rights in a corporate environment. While that's a big part of Murderbot's character arc thus far, Fugitive Telemetry offers a more human-centric perspective. Basically, corporations fucking suck, even (especially?) in space.

I enjoyed Fugitive Telemetry, but I'd love another full length novel in this universe. I know we just got one, but the novellas are short I'm always sad when they end. I also hope the next book takes place after Network Effect, since I really want to see ART and Murderbot's adventures together. Network Effect was a tough act to follow.

If you follow me and haven't read this series, get on that now! The Murderbot Diaries are approachable science fiction adventures that juggle humor and serious subject matter well. I cannot recommend them enough.  

#9/10 #taylor reads #2021 reading challenge

[theshinsun]

I'm in an Aokaga mood, can you please share some happy and sad Aokaga headcanons that you have?

I’m so sorry this took so long!! ;;-;; I haven’t had time to sit down and think with my new work schedule and I wanted to give it my full attention bc… I have so many headcanons for these boys, just… so many. here’s a few just, of their relationship in general:

happy headcanons:

these two would be the most cuddly goddamn fuckers all the time. Aomine flops on top of Kagami on the couch, Kagami wakes Aomine up by putting his head under his shirt and blowing raspberries on his stomach, they're clingy and gross and always hanging all over each other, even in public they don't give a fuck.

they tease each other constantly. Aomine usually instigates, but Kagami dishes his shit right back and they're both incredibly guilty of starting a bullshit fight just for an excuse to flirt and get up in each other's faces.

they think they're really good at being subtle and keeping the fact that they're together a secret, but they are not. they're so fuckin obvious. of course Kuroko is the first to catch on, but everyone on the planet knows within the first week.

Kagami teaches Aomine to cook. at first he sulks and complains the whole time and get frustrated when he doesn't know any of the utensils or even like, how to preheat an oven, but eventually he starts to enjoy just spending time with Kagami in the kitchen and actually learns a lot.

Kagami is the only person Aomine will allow to touch his limited edition Jordans, he's also the only one who really appreciates him having a whole collection of them.

Kagami's favorite part about Aomine is his eyes. Aomine's favorite part about Kagami is his smile.

Aomine really likes sneaking up on Kagami and hugging/kissing him out of nowhere, Kagami grumbles about it bc it gives him a heart attack every time and tells Aomine he'd give him all the attention he wants if he'd just ask, but secretly he thinks it's really cute.

they turn every aspect of their relationship that they can into a competition like "I kissed you first!" "oh yeah? well I did it better!" they're both so dumb.

they do everything together. like, everything. grocery shopping, video games, working out, napping, showering. they have a lot of the same interests and even the ones they don't share, they end up doing together bc it's more fun to be with each other. Kagami jokes that Aomine's so clingy he'd follow him into the bathroom if he could. Aomine tests him on it one time and gets his ass thrown out.

Aomine's the little spoon. fight. me.

Aomine likes doing big, extravagant things for Kagami, giving him lots of gifts and showing off to get his attention. he usually ends up fucking it up and making a fool of himself, but Kagami still appreciates the thought.

Kagami's thoughtful gestures are more subtle, everyday things like packing Aomine's lunch for him, coming to pick him up and bringing him an umbrella when it rains. there's no question that they both dote on each other equally, they just show their love in different ways.

sad headcanons:

their communication skills are awful. a lot of their worst fights are because of misunderstandings that spin out of control, or a refusal to admit they're wrong or say how they really feel. Aomine is undoubtedly the worse offender here, but Kagami's not much better and has said just as many hurtful things in the heat of the moment and then refused to take them back.

a disagreement that starts small turns into not talking to each other for days because they're both too stubborn and proud to just talk to each other. 

when they're in a fight, they actively avoid each other. Kagami goes off on his own and just feels angry and miserable and sad by himself, but Aomine inflicts it on other people, lashing out at everyone and making the situation worse... basically they both start self-destructing when they try to stay apart. 

it's not perfect when they aren't fighting with each other, either. being more or less open about their relationship, they both unfortunately have to deal with their share of harassment. Kagami's pretty used to shrugging it off, and Aomine can usually do the same if it's directed at him, but he's extremely protective and if someone starts talking shit about Kagami, he can't help responding in a way that results in him coming home with bruises and split knuckles at best.

sometimes he doesn't come home, and then Kagami has to go out and look for him, always worrying one day he's going to find him dead because he doesn't have the fucking self-preservation to cut his losses and walk away.

it's not like Kagami's the poster child for self-restraint, though. it's less common with him, but he's thrown his share of punches where they didn't belong and gotten the shit kicked out of him on occasion, too. he's just not nearly the glutton for violence that Aomine can be, which makes him wonder if part of it is a way of punishing himself.

they've both got their share of issues and vices to work through. when Kagami's stressed out, he goes without sleep, works himself to exhaustion, sometimes even forgets to eat. he's pushed himself to collapse at least once and scared the shit out of Aomine, who has to practically force him to lie down and fucking eat and rehydrate before he ends up in the hospital.

for Aomine, when his depression gets bad he oversleeps, doesn't have the energy to shower or get dressed, and he takes his emotions out on other people. unfortunately, the person he usually has handy as a punching bag is Kagami. he's said some of the nastiest things to him as a result of feeling like shit himself, and started awful, blow-out fights because he hasn't been taking care of himself. 

when Kagami cools off and realizes that's the case, he can remind him to take his meds or talk him into using better coping skills, but until then, he's not exactly the most comforting influence and usually just makes things worse. 

I’m gonna cut myself off before this gets ridiculous, but I could honestly talk about these two boys forever. they’re just so important to me... I’ve been writing about them for going on six years now, but it still feels like I’ve barely scratched the surface considering the massive archive of ideas I’ve got for them. thanks so much for asking!! ^^ I hope this satisfies even if it’s late. <3

#shin speaks #aokaga #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #knb #headcanons #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #i... made myself sad again #fuck i made myself want to WRITE again #thank you so much i love talking about them and i haven't done nearly enough for them yet #answered #knb headcanons

[headoverjojo]

La Squadra transforms into a cat by a Stand power and S/o has No Idea it's them and just adopts him and spoils them all day and says: 'You remind me of someone...' and 'Names' him like La squadra? Kitty killer Gang is sooo cute, I'm ded.

Hello hello, honey! That was a funny prompt :,D And so, here we go! I hope you’ll like it :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione’s member are transformed into a cat by an enemy stand and their s/o adopts them without knowing it’s them

(Under the cut for length!)

Risotto Nero

Risotto’s first instinct, when he sees he has paws instead of hands and feets is to find a safe shelter where to hide until the effect of the stand power fades anyway. His new, agile paws lead him to his s/o’s home, the safest space he could think about in that moment of extreme confusion, and scratched their window until they finally came to see what was making so much noise.

The moment they see that gorgeous big black cat with intense crimson eyes, they feel a bit intimidated. The cat is gorgeous, but maybe aggressive… when they let him sniff their hand, however, the cat rubs his soft head on their palm and come inside. That’s what undoes them completely: now it’s their cat. Or they are his human. In any case, they already love him! And, since he’s black with red eyes, like their boyfriend, they decide to call him Nero.

Nero is always around them, watchful. Sometimes they joke, saying that he behaves exactly like their boyfriend; if only they knew! They love to hold him and sink their face in his soft fur, lulled by his purrs. However, as days pass, they grow visibly worried: Risotto… isn’t back and no one at the HQ has heard of him. Wasn’t he…? No, it couldn’t be… Risotto’s heart is bleeding; he couldn’t stand to leave them so sad. He does his best to console and distract them, even to make them understand that he’s here, he’s their Risotto!

Finally, after few days more, the effect of the enemy stand power vanishes, allowing him to go back to his original shape. The first thing he does is to go to his s/o and hug them, tightly; then, he explains them the whole situation, leaving them surprised and incredulous. So it was him all the time… they can’t help but to smile, when they remember how attentive and sweet Nero has been. He really cares about them in every shape…

Prosciutto

Prosciutto is pissed. He’s very, very pissed. He’s so pissed that he doesn’t even notice, at first, that he’s not running on his feet but on paws, and when he notices, oh! He’s so shocked that he can’t move. He hates it; without his stand, in a new body, he feels so vulnerable… and he hates to feel vulnerable. He also doesn’t want to run to the HQ, to preserve his dignity; his only option for a safe shelter is to run to his s/o’s home.

Once here, he almost seems to attack them, when, in reality, he’s jumping in their arms to be hugged, as their hugs are the only things able to fight his bad mood. He scares the hell out of them, but as soon as he calms down a little, he manages to hide in their arms, slowly relaxing thanks to their caresses. Poor kitty, he’s so scared… they can’t leave him alone! So, they take him inside, and, amazed by his perfect golden fur and azure eyes -he has even a slight tooth gap, and they have never seen a cat with it-, they decide to call him Pro.

Pro is a cat who wants attentions all the time. When they’re sitting, he snuggles at their side or spreads on their lap, always rubbing his muzzle on their hands, legs and arms, meowing when they ignore him. This happens really a little, as they’re always spoiling and doting him! He’s so pretty, so affectionate, even if with a certain royal dignity… like their Prosciutto. It’s nice to have some company, now that he’s away… in those days as cat, Prosciutto could see how his long absences affect his s/o for real. And he promises to himself not to make them suffer like this anymore.

When the enemy stand power finally vanishes, he goes straight to his s/o to promise them that he’ll be a better boyfriend and that his missions won’t be as long as they’re now. They’re obviously surprised by a so sudden promise! But, when they hear the whole cat story, they remember how Pro, the golden cat, seemed so worried and attentive especially when they were sad… now it’s all clear and they can’t stop smiling, while they hug him tightly. Now things will get better…

Pesci

Pesci completely loses control, when he’s hit by the enemy stand. If it was a normal attack, he would have just reacted, as Prosciutto taught him, but this time… this time it was different. He wasn’t human anymore!! He was a cat!! His instinct is to curl in a ball and call for help, but he can’t; he has to be brave and to go home. He knows, thanks to Illuso’s report, that the enemy stand power has a limited time length, so it’s just a matter of patience… but, still, he’s scared. He has failed the mission, the target is still free, he has… he has to find a safe place. He has to go to his s/o.

Pesci meowls loudly and constantly, to claim their attention at the door. The moment they open the door, Pesci trots inside, running to hide under the couch, still scared. Everything is so different, the sounds, smells, images… it’s all so disorienting! His s/o, even if they’re baffled to have a cat in their house, stay calm and try to approach him. Who knows what happened to the little one… little, wait: Pesci’s a big cat. His fur is grey, but a so peculiar grey that under the sun has some greenish nuances. He’s gorgeous! And that’s why his s/o decides to call him like their boyfriend, Pesci, right because their greenish fur is as peculiar as their boyfriend’s hair!

Pesci the cat is a massive ball of fur. He’s so soft and comfy! They love to hug him and to nap with him at their side, enjoying his warmth and purrs. They feel less alone… they also talks to the cat, they do it often. They talk about their day, what they did… they also talk a lot about Pesci. They tell the cat how much they love him, how they adore this or that habit, how much they miss him when he’s away and how much they’re scared that he could end up injured or worse… this all warms Pesci’s heart. They really lvoe him…

So, when he’s finally back to his original form, he does his best to spend as much time as possible with them, spoiling them as they deserve and, when giggling in happiness, they ask him why he’s doing this all, he just answers with a simple “Because I love you” that makes them melt every time. How dare he to be so sweet… it almost seems like he has heard their secret confessions!

Formaggio

Unfortunately, his stand hasn’t been fast enough and, before he could wound his target, the target’s stand wounded him, taking advantage of Formaggio’s transformation to run away. When Formaggio opens his eyes again, the first thing he sees is that he’s noticeably smaller. What the hell?! Then he sees the paws, the tail, the fur… then he spits a fur ball. There’s no doubt: that clown of a stand transformed him into a cat. He, the cat man, now is a cat! He can’t help but to sneer at the sheer irony of it. However, he has priorities, until the effect is gone: a shelter, possibly warm and dry, food and water. He excludes the HQ immediately; he doesn’t want the others to laugh at him for eternity. His s/o is the best solution, in this case!

He knows their habits, so he “casually” meet them while they’re back from groceries shopping. He’s the usual flirty, humorous Formaggio even as a cat, so he’s going to mewl at them and to rub on their legs until they finally pick him up, to his utter satisfaction. If they don’t do so, he’d follow them home, pestering them and running in their house, going to spread on his favourite armchair, making them laugh. Just like their Formaggio! And, since he has a bright red fur, right like Formaggio’s hair, they decide to call him Formi in their boyfriend’s honour!

Formi is a bright and funny cat, always running to them when they’re back even just from a different room and always playing with them. He really brings some joy while their boyfriend is away on mission! They can’t help but to spoil him, laughing when Formi spreads on their lap, purring, when they scratch his belly. He’s so cute! And a real help when they feel really alone. Formaggio never imagined they could feel so alone… he doesn’t want them to feel like this!!

When he’s finally back to his usual self, he hugs them with so much strength he lifts them from the ground, hugging them so tightly to leave them out of breath. They’re so baffled! They were used to his affectionate gestures, but not so much! And, when they ask him what’s happening, he just says that he loves them so, so much and that things will get better from now on! And, by the light in his eyes, they understand that he’s serious. That’s so new… but wonderful!

Melone

Melone wasn’t ready to face the enemy. It seemed that his Babyface had just concluded the work, when, instead, it wasn’t so, and Melone found out when they were in front of him and hit him with their stand. Melone was fast to withdraw at a safe distance again, but it was too late; the enemy stand’s power was already changing him. When he opened his eyes again and, instead of words, he emitted meowls, he felt his guts freezing. What the hell…?

As cat, Melone is skinny and a little smaller than an average cat, with bright, mismatched eyes and light fur that has lavender nuances. He knows that he’d not last long in the streets, against real cats used to fight to defend their territory, so he decides to run as fast as he can to the only safe place he can think about: his and his s/o’s home. When he’s here, he meowls at their kitchen’s window until they finally open the window, welcoming him. He immediately nestles in their arms, enjoying their softness and warmth, purring. Now he’s safe… and, since he’s so affectionate like their boyfriend, they thought it would have been cute to call him Meli.

Meli’s always around them, everywhere they go, whatever they do. He’s over affectionate, to the point he makes them softly giggle. They love this tiny, pretty cat! He’s the kind of cat they’d like to own with their Melone… they talk about him a lot, when they’re at home. Meli is the only companionship they have, when Melone’s far, and, to fight the loneliness and longing they feel, they talk about the funniest, or cutest moments with him. Melone’s heart just softens and melts; he didn’t imagine they loved him so much…

When he wakes up, finding himself in his body again, other than, of course, feeling extremely relieved, he immediately thinks of his s/o and all the sincere words of love they have said when they thought they were talking to a cat. He has to tell them it… and to tell them how much he sincerely love them, for real. It’s the right time, now!

Illuso

Illuso thought he was safe in the mirror world, but, oh, he wasn’t. The enemy stand was more stubborn than what it should have been and managed to break the barrier between the real world and the mirror world, wounding Illuso and transforming him into a cat. Luckily for Illuso, the enemy stand needed some minutes to recharge its power, so Illuso managed to save his life and run away… but where? He had to hide, at least until the effect of the enemy stand was active! And he couldn’t go to the HQ, nor in the mirror world... he had to go to his s/o, even if he hated to involve them in his work.

He sneaks inside from an open window, while they are cooking. They actually notice him just when they turn around, as he is very silent! Like when he was human, Illuso is a bit a loner, a bit moody; a moment he’s rubbing his head on their hand to receive cuddles, a moment later he’s hopping on the couch, far from them. Also, since he seems to like to nap near mirrors, they decided to call him Lulu, finding this habit both peculiar and cute.

However, Illuso, a gorgeous big cat with luscious long dark brown fur and crimson eyes, couldn’t escape their cuddles! They shamelessly spoiled their new cat, telling him how much Illuso, their boyfriend, would have liked him, and that in the mirror world there were so many toys for him… but, when they talked about Illuso, they also grew a bit sad. This was worrying Illuso: why were they sad? Was their love story not as good as he thought? And then they started to talk, saying that they loved Illuso so much that sometimes it hurt, and that they understood that he wasn’t so touchy-feely, but that, also, sometimes they would have liked a hug… this makes Illuso reflect for real. Maybe he has to change, for their happiness…

When he finally went back to his human form, Illuso never hinted about the whole cat misadventure. Some changes, however, happened: he was less moody and a bit more affectionate, he even initiated hugs and cuddles, thing that just his s/o, before, did, in general he’s more openly sweet… and seeing them visibly happier is the most beautiful reward he could ever imagine.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio, as always, totally relied on his White Album and its apparent indestructibility. However, the enemy stand couldn’t be stopped and it managed to rip a small part of the suit like stand and to wound Ghiaccio, withdrawing before being freezed. Before Ghiaccio could counterattack, his body changed, and he found himself… a cat. He was a cat and he was in extreme danger. Eating his pride, he decided to run away and hide, at least until he was back to his original shape, and the only place where he could be safe, now, was at his s/o’s, where no one would have ever suspected he was hiding in.

Ghiaccio, a small ball of white fur with icy eyes and a very bad temper, fought his way to his s/o’s home, making more than one big feral cat run away with their tails between their legs, and, once he was in front of their door, he meowled so loud and long that the whole neighborhood heard him! When his s/o finally came to open the door, he just trotted inside, still meowling and muttering, going to sit on his favourite spot. The way he acted, as he owned the place, and his deafening meowls, gained him the name Ghia, as he was almost as loud as their boyfriend.

Even so, they spoil him, cuddling him every time they can and rubbing his belly when he’s on his back, giggling when he purrs even if he’d like to conserve a certain dignity! This cat really acts like Ghiaccio… and, when they’re cuddling him, they have no qualms in saying it. This and more! They don’t hold back when they have to talk about Ghiaccio, his bad mouth, his bad temper… Ghiaccio, in his cat body, feels his heart sink. Is he so horrible, so…? But then, right when he was starting to think that maybe they weren’t made to be together, they said something else. They talked about small, considerate gestures he did for them, how he fought his revulsion for touches and such for them, how he tried hard to make them happy… and how much they loved him for that. This makes Ghiaccio understand two things: one, he has to tame a bit more his asshole side; second, he loves them as much as they love him.

The moment he’s back to his original form, he goes straight to them, even if he hasn’t his glasses, so he doesn’t see very well, and, putting his hands on their shoulders, for once he speaks honestly, eating again his pride. His words, even if harsh, as he is, are full of love and devotion and he almost makes them cry! But those are tears of joy, as they are happier than ever!

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #neutral s/o #la squadra as cats #headcanons #sfw #anon ask

[extraordinarilyextreme]

bc i'm obsessed with this fic~ "in another time"// They toast to the end of the world—east, west, everything and everyone.He asks her to cut his hair.“Who is Ding-daren divorcing?” she asks, but the shears don’t stop moving in her hands.Ding Rong huffs in lieu of a laugh. “We’re nearing the twenty-first century. What Manchurian traditions are you still reciting?”

yepp from in another time

lol you were a first-account witness of me struggling through the historical aspect of this fic... i thought long and hard about how approach the different time periods that Ding Rong lives through; i didn’t want the fic to just feel like a research project, yaknow? it had to feel like time was passing, passing a Lot, and somehow simultaneously in a blink of an eye and torturously slowly.

it made me really sad that history is marked so much by wars. my outline was just one war after the other... but i wanted this to be a good story, a feel-good story (even if my university prof would criticize me for simplifying things lol). i wanted this to be a Love Story.

god it’s so cheesy isn’t it? but i wanted Love (Ding Rong’s devotion to Wang Zhi, Ding Rong’s frustration with Wang Zhi, and everything in between) to dominate this fic. it’s Love that grounds Ding Rong in the present after he’s lived so long through so much death. it’s Love that keeps him going; Love is what keeps him alive, isn’t it?

so yea i played it fast and loose with the wars. “east, west, everything and everyone” is a pretty obvious allusion to WWII. there’s enough near-pornographic glorification of war. 

here’s a quiet little moment between two immortals who both care about Wang Zhi instead. rather than the bloodshed, you get a peek at a celebration (even if it is in jest). two immortals who are both strangely human. they share a drink. Ding Rong gets a haircut from Cui-mama. they joke about divorce. human matters, human affairs, for people who are Alive despite the world feeling like it’s ending. 

Cui-mama was a funny character for me to write because i dont actually think i have a super great grasp on her character. (to be fair, ok, like she’s not in That many scenes...) i just thought it was interesting that there was the setup of her going “i’m loyal to silver” as opposed to people and then she risks it all to save Wang Zhi from the prison. was the little Commander’s pay that impressive? it couldn’t be because he’d blackmailed her either right since then she would want him dead. she’s intriguing, and who better to be a beautiful lethal immortal than the elusive and aloof Cui-mama?

i wanted another immortal in this story because bro am i desperate for Ding Rong to have company. yes, this is a rongzhi love story. but also yes please god Ding Rong i just want you to have some friends.

(yes Cui-mama keeps Wang Zhi from Ding Rong in one life. but that’s also the only life that rongzhi spend as a happily married couple together. 

in the midst of the opium wars, Cui-mama kept Wang Zhi safe and Ding Rong married him. sensing a pattern of beautiful human things among wretched human things?)

Li Zilong is i guess Ding Rong’s companion too. i was already convinced he wasn’t human just after watching the show and then @aloverdestroyed ‘s hulijing idea was just too good to simply ignore. in “a string of paper cranes”, i was gonna make Li Zilong a specific immortal or demon but then i decided it’d probably be more effective if i just don’t offer an explanation. he’s just a bastard for bastard’s sake.

and then the actual haircut. i wrote this fic while working on the Story of Yanxi Palace AU so i had the wikia for that drama open and “she cuts off her own hair, a taboo in Manchu tradition analogous to an outcry for divorce”. Hair is a very important aspect of Chinese culture i think (hence why i am SUCH a sucker for hairbrushing or braiding... in The Untamed fic that i never posted, WangXian also have a hair-related bonding moment lol). it’s just so intimate... so this scene was absolutely a kind of mending for Ding Rong and Cui-mama after their previous confrontation. (yes i WILL throw in found family and significant friendships wherever i can, you cannot stop me)

but Ding Rong getting his hair cut is a sign of the changing times. he’s returning to the capital after centuries of wandering. he thinks he’ll try and settle down properly for a while (at least, until people start noticing he doesn’t age). after seeing so much destruction, of knowing how easily it is to be forgotten, what with the way humans ravage one another and the earth, he Needs to preserve Wang Zhi. he loves Wang Zhi; it is as simple as that.

the divorce is of course because rongzhi Did get married in one life. Ding Rong is moving on—he has to, he has to find the strength to—otherwise his grief and devotion will drown him. he’s trying to convince himself that one happy lifetime was enough; he should be sated now. (should be, but is he?)

every incarnation of Wang Zhi is not Wang Zhi. that’s what Ding Rong believes.

if i say any more beyond this, i think i’ll be infringing upon the content of the next chapter lol

#rongzhi #ask #freedommouse #tsomd fic #mine

[heartfeltheroes]

oooh i got a request! this is definitely a bit of an odd one, but i'm curious to see what you'll do with it. How would Chrom and the summoner (his S/O) react to being informed that once they were returned home after the war they'd have no memory of their time in Askr together? love ur work!!

OKAY NO LIE i read this wrong omg i thought you were asking for only the summoner not remembering but when i was 600 words into this drabble i re-read your ask then realized my mistake LOL feel free to resend the request!

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“[Name]!”

You barely had time to react before a pair of strong, muscular arms snaked around your torso from behind, lifting your smaller form into the air and twirling you through the grassy plains of Askr’s gardens. Your surprised squeals were drowned out by the joyful laughs of the Prince of Ylisse, the only sounds to be heard in the quiet, quiet garden.

“Chrom!” You cried, slowly joining the Prince in his fit of laughter, “put me down!” He gave you one last twirl before placing you back upon the ground, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “I don’t want to be away from my love for a second longer, especially since this war is over,” He pouted, resting his chin atop your head.

His words tugged at your heart strings, sending a pang of sadness through your heart. The smile on your face slowly fell, hardening into pressed, thin line. You didn’t know how to tell Chrom — you couldn’t.

How were you supposed to tell someone that the love of their life was going to leave them, forget them.

It wasn’t long after the Askr-Embla war had ended that Alfonse had pulled you to the side, pushing a scroll with ancient Askran text into your hands. He gave you a look of sympathy as he explained what it said, and you could only stand there and accept it.

“[Name],” He spoke, voice wavering as he fought an internal battle within himself. He knew the words world break your heart yet… you deserved to know. “Anna found this not too long ago in Vaskrheim, I’m… afraid that you won’t retain any memories once you depart back to your world. I understand if you wish to stay, Sharena and I would be more than happy to provide you with a place to stay.”

Alfonse was right, your heart did break. Yet, you gave him a shaky smile anyways, “I’ll be alright, Alfonse. You should worry about rebuilding Askr and Embla instead.” It took you long, way too long, to decide whether or not to stay. You wanted to, you really did, but you couldn’t just abandon everyone in your old life. They were waiting for you.

“Chrom, I…I don’t want to be away from you either.” Your arm moved away from your side, now resting on his arm that held you close to him. He seemed to notice the solemn tone in your voice and paused, “Is something wrong, [Name]?”

He sounded so confused, so lost. You were thankful for that somewhat, you would hate for Chrom to hear this news from someone else. You clenched your fist; you opened your mouth to finally spill your heart out, along with the secret that’s been eating you up inside, yet no words left your mouth.

You were glad Chrom couldn’t see your face, then he would see the frustrated tears fall from your beautiful eyes. “I’m so sorry, Chrom,” Your voice shook as you spoke, obviously trying to keep the waterworks from falling. Your hands found themselves on top of his own, before your fingers entangled with his. You turned on your heel, facing Chrom with saddened eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Chrom, on the other hand, could only watch as the love of his life broke down. “The other day, after we freed Bruno and Veronica from their blood curse, Alfonse told me something.” Although the words were unspoken, his gaze prompted you to continue.

“Anna, she found a scroll in Vaskrheim”— The name was vaguely familiar to the Ylissean prince, yet he was distracted by your gaze suddenly fixated on the grass — “Alfonse translated it, and he told me that I won’t remember a thing once I leave.”

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with the legendary Falchion.

“You won’t…remember me?”

The tears fell down your face the moment you heard how utterly heartbroken he was, “I’m sorry, Chrom.” That was enough to answer his question. The tears started falling faster than you could stop them. No, a voice told you in the back of your mind, you can’t cry. Not here. Everyone is depending on you. Askr needs its summoner—

The fact that Askr didn’t need its summoner anymore hit you like a truck.

When you finally tore your gaze off the floor, the first thing you noticed was the tears that fell from his own face. “You mean you won’t remember any of this? The nights we shared under the stars, our victories, our love?” He choked out, and oh god your heart was hurting even more now.

You could only nod.

He raked a hand through his hair, obviously overwhelmed at the news. His eyes darted around nervously, searching for a solution to keep you here by his side or at least preserve your memories. “Are you sure there isn’t a way around this, or—?”

You stopped him right there, not wanting him to grow false hope. “Alfonse said it himself, there’s no way around it.”

He seemed to resign himself to the fact that this was fate. He was always one to defy fate though, and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t defy it again. From the corner of your eye, you could see him fumble with his hands, catching your attention immediately.

He grabbed your hand with his left, placing a small, cool object in your hand before cupping your hands. “With this, I’m sure you’ll remember me,” He reassured, a broken smile on his face. He dragged his hands away, revealing a silver ring resting in your palms.

You recognized it immediately; it was a ring you had gifted him as a proclamation of your love. “Chrom, I can’t take this!” You tried to place it back in his hands, but he simply lifted his hands in the air. “Ah, too late. It’s yours,” He insisted.

Hesitantly, you placed it on your own hand. It clung loosely to your ring finger, but still clung to your hand nonetheless. You looked back to Chrom, this time his tears were replaced by a smile. But a smile could only hide so much, you realized, as you saw the pain in his eyes.

He was trying to pretend everything was okay with a facade of happiness, and that hurt more than anything else.

You held the hand with the ring close to your chest, “I’ll keep it treasured forever. I’ll try my best to remember you, Chrom.” His smile only grew, “I hope so, or I may just have to follow you back to, er, what was it called…America!”

For the first time that day, you showed him a genuine smile.

“God, I don’t know how I keep falling in love with you over and over again.”

“I love you too, [Name].”

When you woke up you felt like complete and utter shit. The feeling of a hangover pounded your skill, yet you couldn’t remember touching a single drop of alcohol last night—or anything concerning last night for that matter.

You shot up in your bed, vertigo hitting you like a ton of bricks. You groaned in misery, trying your hardest to remember anything from yesterday. You were worried to find that you couldn’t remember anything.

You peeked around your room, finding everything the same. Your sheets were sprawled around you like every morning, the T.V. was still on from whatever show you decided to marathon last night, and the chinese takeout containers still littered your room.

Everything was the same, there was no reason it shouldn’t be, yet something felt off.

You brushed a hand through your hair, recoiling in shock once you felt something cool hit your forehead. Startled, you pulled your hand away, only to catch sight of a silver ring resting on your ring finger.

You studied it intensely, trying hard to remember where it came from. When nothing came up, you chuckled to yourself softly, “Did I get hitched or something last night?” You joked, flopping back down on your sheets. The sun was barely rising from the horizon, you still had time to kick back and relax.

You closed your eyes, lulling yourself into a quiet sleep. In your dreams, you could faintly remember a man with blue hair reach out for you with the brightest smile you’d ever seen. You reached back, and in that moment everything felt right.

#fire emblem imagines #fire emblem: heroes #feh imagines #fe imagines #summoner! reader #reader #chrom #imagines #drabble #chrom x reader #chrom x summoner #fe #fire emblem #anons #awakening

[boardbysara]

The Perfect Reason For A Breakup

He was dead set against having a long-term relationship with me from the get-go - I could tell. It was obvious. He basically - like any man - said it directly without saying it directly at all.

I pestered him about it for the entire six months we were seeing each other. At the end of our time together, though he said he loved me and would miss me... he still said directly, without saying it directly, that we wouldn't be together even if our circumstances righted themselves.

Of course I felt rejected. And of course, like any woman would, I agonizingly over-analyzed every single possible reason for his rejection.

There's the fact that I made the classic mistakes that usually make men run... but his love for me increased over those six months, so that doesn't really pan out.

There's the fact that we are both passionate about our faith practices which differ enough that neither would really convert to the other person's. But he was ready to commit to his previous lady who also didn't share his faith, so this reason also doesn't pan out.

There's the assumption that I'm just not pretty enough. I was, as admitted by him, not his usual M.O. when it comes to physical appearance. He usually goes for shorter, chubbier girls. I am 5'6'' and skinny. He literally called me "a skinny." I was his "first" skinny. But he repeatedly and earnestly told me that I am beautiful and sexy in ways a man had never done before, and the man could not keep his hands off me. So that doesn't really pan out.

There's the fact that we do not share the same ethnicity and therefore the same culture. He's very passionate about his culture. I love his culture too! That's why I date guys from it! But of course that's not the same as me being from within it (but gosh how much I wish I was. I swear I was Latina in my past life!!) Except his previous lady wasn't either. So again, it doesn't pan out.

It only leaves one thing left, and while I was praying last night, I felt like God confirmed it:

It's the fact that I'm white collar (and he's blue.)

We never had a conversation about it, but he made comments. I could tell that he has some strong feelings about it.

It did make for some gaps in our emotional connection. I'm a writer. I blog. I self-published a book. I have plans to publish more. He would always make comments about how he "doesn't read." (Not technically true, he is literate, but he doesn't read for enjoyment.) He joked that was why he wouldn't be able to read my books. Ummmm. I definitely need to be with somebody who will read all of my books (front to back)! I want someone I can read books WITH and discuss them together.

There were differences in our perspectives and knowledge that I felt were glaring sometimes and were obviously rooted in a difference in education and exposure.

I knew if I'd taken him home to meet my family there would be some awkwardness... or at least a bit of a barrier to him being able to bond with my family simply because the conversation would be about things he didn't know about or take an interest in.

I could sense the effects of that cultural gap, but I would never judge him for that. I would never write him off as a long-term partner for any of that - for being blue-collar.

I get the sense he does though. He wrote me off. He'd written me off before he'd given me a chance and then he grew to love me in spite of it but it didn't erase the effects of it. Not enough for him, I guess.

His previous lady was blue, too. And the one before that.

And as I'm writing this, it makes me sad, but knowing this also brought me peace.

I REALIZED THAT IF YOU ARE GOING TO REJECT SOMEONE, THIS REASON MEETS THE CRITERIA OF THE PERFECT REASON.

It's not about the subject matter - it's not about the blue collar/white collar reason. It's about the parameters of the reason.

Think about it!

I can't change it - so I don't need to freak out and stress and try to change it.

I'm not inferior because of it. I have absolutely nothing to feel bad about!

I can't be mad at him for it! I mean, I'm sure lots of other people would be mad - I'm sure lots of people reading this are finding fault with him for it. But I can't. Because being with someone who is from the same culture (even if that culture is based around which working/educational class you fall in) is one of those things that makes you feel more at home with a person - makes you feel like you have things in common, like they understand you. And I understand wanting someone you feel at home with - I do too! And I could feel the gap in that between us at times too.

I can't be jealous of another woman for being the opposite of me in this. (Because being jealous of someone for NOT having a college education is illogical. It just doesn't happen.) His next lady might be shorter than me (I've always wanted to be shorter than I am), she might be what I would consider prettier, she might be Latina, she might partake in his faith, and I might feel a tinge of jealousy for all those reasons because they eliminate barriers to being with him (and he is a great man.) But they're not the reasons that I'M not with him. There is ONE reason why I'm not with him - according to all the possible reasons why he could have been against a long-term relationship from the get-go - and it's not one that I can possibly be jealous of.

All of which means I can't really be jealous or mad about his future relationships.

All of which means we actually have a much higher chance of maintaining a genuine friendship. (Except now I don't want that.)

That list, ladies and gents, makes up the criteria for the perfect rejection of a person/relationship. Something you can't change, that isn't a flaw, that you can't feel inferior for, or jealous of, or angry about - and allows the preservation of a friendship if you want it.

I can't lie and say that I don't want someone who fills in the gaps that we both felt - I do! The difference between him and me is that I don't see being blue-collar as a deal-breaker. I think someone who is blue-collar could still fill in those gaps (of me needing more intellectual stimulation) as long as he was a reader.

You don't need to go to college to be smart and get a great job... but in order to have real knowledge and a broader worldview, you do need to read books. This is proven in myriad stories of some of our world's most successful entrepreneurs. So a degree isn't a requirement for me - but books are.

I didn't see his blue-collar status as being an impediment to our relationship, but he does. And I can't force the man to read books.

But I can rest easy knowing that his rejection was one that cuts out all the angst and drama.

FAQs:

If he knew he wasn't going to have a long-term relationship with you from the get-go but proceeded to hook up with you anyway, doesn't that make him a douschebag? Yes. Yes, it does. But he has acknowledged it, apologized, and embarked on the road to change. I.E., is no longer taking advantage of me and my feelings and is working on no longer being a douschebag, in his own way.

If you could tell he was dead-set against it from the get-go, why did YOU keep hooking up with him? Because I naively thought I could change his mind. This is a very common mistake women make. The answer is no - you will never change his mind, no matter what his reason. It just so happened that his reason was something I very truly cannot change. I learned A LOT from this short-lived relationship that will definitely be covered in future posts.

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