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Hi everyone! Starting this Sunday, and most of next week I will be gone on a trip with my big family . I’ll be putting this in the queue so you all know what’s up and that I’ll do my best to get to drafts and asks when I return !! I’m wishing you all a really good rest of your weekend, and I certainly hope kind things come your way as always. You’re a great dash and I am eager to see you when I get back. 

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TRIP NOTICE!

Hi everyone! Starting this Sunday, and most of next week I will be gone on a trip with my big family . I’ll be putting this in the queue so you all know what’s up and that I’ll do my best to get to drafts and asks when I return !! I’m wishing you all a really good rest of your weekend, and I certainly hope kind things come your way as always. You’re a great dash and I am eager to see you when I get back. 

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TRIP NOTICE!

Hi everyone! Starting this Sunday, and most of next week I will be gone on a trip with my big family . I’ll be putting this in the queue so you all know what’s up and that I’ll do my best to get to drafts and asks when I return !! I’m wishing you all a really good rest of your weekend, and I certainly hope kind things come your way as always. You’re a great dash and I am eager to see you when I get back. 

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There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

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Guess who still doesn’t have ike

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It’s not over until I can’t fight anymore.

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❛ I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall. ❜ [ 👀 ]

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO / *accepting .

He’s seventeen years old and now they cry ‘General’.  Commander was more than he deserved, nor had ever asked for in such a situation as it had come to him. They cry it nonetheless. Hope of a people that his Father’s Company ( now his to lead ), has closest consideration to a home .

 A ‘hero’ they cry, as Daein bodies fall and allies die, as all the blood that’s shed is directly sent to his fingernails whether there or not to witness it spilled. They don’t call him boy, because he is not allowed to be one. They watch with anxious eyes as against all odds he defies them - and never, ever, cries. 

“…You know I can’t.” 

His tone as flat as flowers past their season; scattered petals, no longer the innocent boy that sat in his lap. No longer the innocent boy that showed off the training sword their Father had given him. No longer so many things. Ike can’t recall the last time he smiled; when the world wasn’t inside his lungs, flooding him with pain and too much it’s too much so how am I standing - ? 

A breath. 

“….You’re invaluable on the front-lines…you’ve won us many victories. “ Why can’t he speak past the titles in his mouth? “….it’s important you rest. I still have to chart out my portion of this map and what I plan to do and discuss it with Commander Sigrun, Princess Elincia, her retainers and the Laguz Kingdoms.” He sounds mechanical. He doesn’t even sound like a person. Even the bright sky-colored light of his eyes seemed dim. Ashnard may yet be killed by their brave, young(?), General -and yet -  it was killing something in him. 

He expects as usual, his adoptive brother to depart in silence, but he lingers in the door-frame, bright green eyes sharp and pained in equal measure. There’s an anger there, long welling up in fear for his little brother. A silent, come back, come back, unburdened boy, that lies buried in his tongue. Ike cannot answer to either; and finally feels something constricted rise up, no matter how hard his gates try to clench down before they slip out his teeth.

“….I don’t sleep well since Father died. Back then it still seemed far too easy and generous for us.” A breath, short, hollow. “Gallia would help us. King Caineghis would harbor sanction for Princess Elincia. Father would - “ A swallow, tight, hard - too quick. 

“….Father would be here but instead I buried him in the ground along with my failure to save him. But it’s sitting with me. That failure. I wasn’t strong enough. And every night, I dream of all the people who have died - the people on our side we’ve lost, and the Daein people who deserve better than King Ashnard but to them we’re far worse. 

Sometimes I still feel his blood on my tunic - in my hair, the grave soil, suffocating me.

 It’s everywhere. 

The men I send out to either live or die. Some die unwarranted, merciless deaths - and unavenged they sleep no better. Who am I to have any sleep when their bodies are inside me? An incompetent person like me . . Nasir may have said we each fill the roles we are given but how - how do I . .how… “ 

A subtle rawness to his voice he hasn’t yet revealed to anyone. 

 He lifts his eyes from the elaborate chair, (too elaborate for him, like his new titles, like his clothes, his very sword - ) fingers absentmindedly raking through sapphire strands. Those eyes on his aren’t the little boy that tugged him into playing with him - that tugged him into his heart. 

 “… I don’t want any death. Ironic isn’t it? I’m the head of this army and I don’t want anyone to die save Father’s murderer and King Ashnard removed. If things …things were …” He bites back, the stoic one who chose his words ever carefully muting himself.

“ . . I won’t have you not sleeping all night. But…for now. Just - pull up a chair.” When his brother moves in his crimson armor to seat himself beside him, trying to get his younger one to gaze at him, Ike finally exhales the breath of the world for one single moment - one single moment does he let it out. 

“I’m tired, Zelgius.”

And everything beneath his eyes was grey, and his was the voice of an old, old man.

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“For you, also… there is, isn’t there… 

someone more important than anyone.”

 a messy comic attempt based off this convo

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ike: when i’m feeling  rebellious i’ll use ‘figs’ ...if i wanna be dangerous i’ll use ‘blast!’ sometimes i switch it up with: ‘i couldn’t give two blasted figs.’ 😊   someone: has this guy never cussed?

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‘aftermath of surtr’ / analysis.

i write ike post surtr as he literally was on the front-lines as an infantry unit and while his injuries aren’t fatal, and this is ike we’re talking about, even at seventeen he is lethal as shit, got his head locked in surtr’s grip for a moment, burning him and causing bleeding, then with his weapon wounded him in the neck and shoulder area. due to this, and taking note of people still, with a subconscious sense of seeing them like he would his own men, as they ought to be treated, insisted that the worst off be treated first by their essentially brutalized healers since i doubt anyone was fine after that fight, not even their mages were safe. 

and i think that may disturb some heroes who those that are sensible will be like, ‘well sure he may have all this legendary lore and folktales surrounding him in spades, he’s a person’ but to some i feel with how ike carries himself, he seemed impenetrable and not a person. like, not the goofy, awkward, serious and ‘i can’t cuss to save my life’ person that he is. that maybe he was put almost on a deity-like pedestal and the moment ike got hit and thrown by surtr it cemented to anyone who really held him in unrealistic regard: hey ike isn’t a god. 

so his morale is very low, because he comes from a time where he, still bears horrific survivor’s guilt over his father’s death, to the point of wondering why he’s the commander and greil isn’t still - and also if he couldn’t help his team defeat surtr, it’s no different then him still being leagues away from avenging his father (which is another thing i’ll talk about since i think how they handled that was ooc in rd, the defeating of zelgius was not ooc but yeah just ask tifa she knows my mood(TM)) 

but basically, ike is recuperating with everyone else but you’ll find that he looks more grim than usual. because he feels on a massive scale he failed his mercenary family, and he failed his team that feels like a family, and he’s only seventeen. he’s coming back with burn marks so bad they’re bleeding and a gaping shoulder wound and he’s just not...doing great in the current timeline.

that also is a little background on why ike feels that all this legendary hero worship of him and his future and present deeds makes him so utterly uncomfortable and he hates the premise of it. he hates how it makes him feel, like he isn’t ike, and he wonders if the others who also have people who idolize them in askr feel miserable about it to a sense.

 because in ike’s appearance chapter, anna clarified him as the strongest hero in the worlds. he literally came to askr with that on him. again, a seventeen year old is facing undue pressure along with the rest of his comrades and it’s just kind of...tragic and messed up and many can empathize i just wish he’d open!! up!!! . he’s already headed to being in charge of the entire war effort as general in the mad king’s war and now??? hero-worshipping and expectation from strangers. 

basically, he’s not doing well. and also really just my thoughts on ike’s excessive humility being detrimental to his health in regards to any praise directed towards him. 

tl;dr: he’s wounded, and he’ll never feel he fully deserves it. not any time soon.

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“I wanted to protect you.” from mic!

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO  / *accepting . 

He’s half-asleep against her tiny shoulder, slurred sounds, hoarse breath. He’s seventeen and in a war (again, over and over) and his big sister ought to see him hale; resplendent - not coming back mortal. Even Ike for all his weight in future legends and those beginning to bloom, is not a god, (foolish foolish things, putting them on pedestals like this, he and her both) but a mere beorc, just a mercenary at heart - and blood seeps out of him like anyone else. Like it does his right shoulder, his temple where red crusts sapphire strands and band together, leaking down one eyelid. 

“….Sis?” It’s in that softer voice than one might expect his appearance, gentle and drowsy. He’d been too adamant on the others getting proper treatment for many were far worse off, and it was in his nature to bear things quietly. Mic would scold him, he kept telling himself, as he fought Surtr, Ragnell gleaming as the light of Aether cast light upon their battle. As the upper air of the heavens manifested in his blade, Mic will worry about me, so I can’t - and the first cut hits and he reels and perhaps the rest of his party does too. Something they never credited him for - being a mortal and not what lore damaged every soul, a person. 

“…‘Caiah?…..” Ike mumbles sleepily, though not fatally injured the blood loss is still substantial despite both height and weight. Mic’s gonna scold me, he thinks, blearily, the eyes of their mother looking up into her face. 

‘Mic’s sad, ah, I couldn’t be strong enough - I’ll get up soon, wait for me, please. Just a moment - …’

Her tiny hand grips his tightly and there’s a sharpness to an otherwise wavering tone: Ike. Isaac. Stay with me you reckless goof. 

Of course, he says, (he thinks he says) aloud, but his tongue is like syrup coated with ash and the taste of blood. His bloodied scalp cradled in her hands as she presses her trembling fingers to wipe some of the crimson away. She has nice eyes, his sister. Bright, sun-like, to match the sky of his own. He’s glad she wasn’t there he thinks; trying to blot out the shadows that make his shoulder and neck sting, his face drip from the wound on his head. 

“ . . I couldn’t stop him for us…..I could have done…b..better….” Ike stammers through the beginnings of his blood loss setting in, but her forehead against his despite how ruined it is, firm and warm and loving, reminds him that if he closes his eyes he’ll wake up again. Has to. He has Micaiah and Mist waiting…

“Don’t…Mic….don’t be so…sorry…just sit with me…I’m….so tired….just….sit with me. That’s….all I want right now - .  . . “ His last image is of her stricken face, and Ike curses himself for not finding some silly way to turn it into that pretty smile his sister had.

I came home to you Mic, he wants to say, because she is home, Mist, is home, their group, is home, but all he can do is fall asleep with her arm under his chin and the other cradling the top of his head. 

There’s a victory in that, at least.

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WAS FOUR IRON SWORDS REALLY NECESSARY THO

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Fire Emblem Meme: Favourite Female Character (4/30) ↳ Elincia Ridell Crimea (Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn)

“I am here to declare the will of Crimea and its people! Crimea has been ruled under the ideals of peace and equality since the reign of my father, King Ramon. As such, I cannot and will not allow you to spill blood upon our land!”

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below are 100+ lyrics taken from Frank Wildhorn’s musical adaptation of THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. feel free to change pronouns as necessary.

Do you see that star above the moon? It’s the one that leads me home to you.

I’m useless as a broken heart without you.

When love is true nothing stands in your way.

God in his Heaven smiles and then the where and when of stars and men suddenly fall in place.

Hold me. Let me memorise your face.

Let me be the one who shows you all love can do.

We are friends, are we not?

Our interests are the same.

There are ends we’ve all got that can justify the means.

History is a story told by the winners of the fight.

Who’s going to question what goes on in the middle of the night?

We must all pretend our naïve friend was caught in his own lies for our plan to succeed.

History’s a story told by the men who make the laws.

I’ll be a comfort in her time of grief and anguish.

Part of me wishes he didn’t have to languish, but I can see it’s him or me.

Let him rot!

History’s a story told by the people who survive.

It’s the truth if it’s officially the story.

What if it costs us one young man so three more men can survive?

He’s a price we have to pay.

Stick to the story!

I will be in the whispers of lovers everywhere.

You will find me there.

When you lift your gaze I will be like the shimmer of one small star.

I will be there beside you through the lonely nights that fall.

So close your eyes, remember my embrace.

I will be there like mercy.

I will find you through it all.

In a language never spoken live the promises we made.

This endless love owns me heart and soul.

I will always be true and as near as my next prayer.

In the sound of laughter, now and ever after, look for me. I will be there.

This do I swear: I will be there.

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help please!

hey guys! i’m in a bit of a pickle right now. my dad “borrowed” (but never gave it back to me because ‘he’s my father’) 2000 dollars from my bank account a couple months ago, and i’ve been fine so far but i have to pay rent, hydro, and my internet bill the next month and i don’t have enough money for it in my bank account. i’m currently a FULL TIME STUDENT which means i can’t even get a full time summer job because my availability sucks. i have a part time job that only gets me maybe, five hours a week if i’m lucky. i currently have 50 dollars in my bank account, i still need to eat and commute so that might not even last a bit. 

here’s my paypal account. anything helps. i’ve been eating ramen noodles for literally the past week and it hasn’t been good on me. please let me know who you are so that i can MAKE you something. i did graphics commissioning a while ago, i made themes, icons, PSDs, and banners etc. 

Please spread this around! I’m dishing out resumes right now and no one has called back. I’m doing the best I can and I hate doing this but i’m so desperate. 

My debit card and credit card has been declined. I can’t take out money from my debit card. Please spread this around if you can!! I really need some cash for food (I’m also running a little low on food at home).

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