#coat as metaphor

[mythboundcal]

The Weight of an Empty Coat Hook FMA: Brotherhood Fanfic by MythboundCal

There’s still a coat on the hook by the door.

Khaki. Pressed. Too stiff to be his. He’s never been that precise.

It hangs like a promise. Like a habit. Like something he forgot to take down and now doesn’t know how to touch.

Roy tells himself it’s for when she visits. But it’s never cold when she does.

The war is over. The new government is still finding its legs, and his title weighs heavier than his rank ever did. He’s got folders to sign, meetings to attend, medals to return.

But the chair to his right? It stays empty.

She said she needed time. Not away from him, necessarily—just away from this. The work. The policy. The tightrope that starts to look more like a noose the longer you walk it.

He understood. Of course he did.

He just didn’t expect time to move so slowly when she wasn’t filling the room with her silence.

The coat shifts in the corner of his eye when he walks past. He never looks at it directly. Not really. But he knows it’s there.

The way he used to know her breath patterns during stakeouts. The way he still pauses when pouring two cups of coffee, even though the second one always goes cold.

Some days, he thinks about boxing it up. Sending it to wherever she is. Some days, he thinks about what he’d write in the note. Most days, he doesn’t write anything.

Because if he does, that means she might not come back.

And he’s not ready to believe that yet.

So the coat stays. Waiting.

Not a uniform. Not a weapon.

Just fabric. Just memory.

And maybe, just maybe—

A place to return to.

[fishcalcart]

Stobotnik Weekday 3 - AU (Selkie Stone!!!)

[moonchild-in-blue]

Have you ever noticed how Vessel has never actually said the words "I love you"? Like. He says it many, many times - each breath he takes is a confession - but he has never said it.

It's always "my love is / as (...)", "I'm full of the love you want", "like lovers", "your love", "(...) falling in love with me". The closest we get is "I made loving you (...)". Which still isn't quite the same as saying I love you.

It's almost like he needs to put some sort of barrier between what he feels and what he knows it's the truth to lessen the blow. Because he does love them, and will continue to do so, forevermore. No matter the cost of rain, through death. He's theirs unconditionally, even if it hurts him, right?

But they don't feel the same. He knows that. He begs for it, for them to fall for him, to take a bite, show him what it's like.

Vessel knows that they want his love, companionship, worship, whatever you want to call it, the way a wolf wants its prey. He knows that they keep him around, keep pretending to be falling in love with him, merely as play thing, a means to an end. He knows all of this and keeps loving anyway, knowing that his love doesn't matter.

You don't really love,

you just hate to be alone.

Because hiding behind big, fancy, flourished phrases like "I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you", and "My arms belong around you", and "We go beyond the farthest reaches", and -

And you know I'll be yours Just want to be worth it I will run like the wind till you follow me again

- is much easier than to admit the very simple and pathetic three-worded truth, knowing it is not reciprocated. Not anymore at least (if ever).

If what they say is "Nothing is forever", then what makes love the exception?

[bakafurai]

sun/moon strowill??? sun/moon strowill,,

[soulprompts]

hello it is i, your local tumblrarian, here to drink tea from her pumpkin mug and tell u the following important announcement: being on tumblr every single day is possibly not a great idea. let's use a metaphor here. it's like squeezing a lemon every day, but it's only got so much juice, you'll only end up getting frustrated and upset that the juice is no longer flowing. and then it's building up this habit of squeezing lemons every day, but then one day you're not around and you're worried, because what if the lemon had juice today? what if we missed the juicing opportunity?

but now let's sprinkle in the following notion: every once in a while, we step outside of the lemon juicer, and we go to the market to buy more lemons. the next day, we wake up, we go back to the juicer, and what do you know! the juice is flowing again!

gonna step back from the metaphor here to just explain a few things. we have all been in the situation of staring wretchedly at the computer screen, begging for a drop of inspiration. most of us are online each and every day. and that's okay! i'm the same! but maybe we need to refresh the cycle here, because i took a day to myself today, i consciously refused to go online until 6PM, and even that 24 hour break was enough to get some very exciting ideas going! and tomorrow i'll be writing more than i have in weeks!

we put too much pressure on ourselves to be here 24/7, and it's time that we just knocked that out and started treating writing as what it always was: a hobby. so go take a break. go out for a walk, go get lunch in a nice cafe, step away from the computer and just let yourself do something that isn't absorbed in writing or in your education/career.

[brontes]

nearly allergic to women’s anything — “women’s issues” like taxes? infrastructure? foreign policy? “women’s theology” like the nature of the trinity? calvinism vs arminianism? this also extends to girl math, girl dinner, and even to some extent girl talk

[anesidore]

very messy louis wip based on his concept art 👍

[scoobydoodean]

Oh, I see. You and all your little friends are just too DUMB to understand. Too low IQ. The arguments sure is convincing.

I’m not kidding they really are saying somewhere out there that Kripke couldn’t possibly understand what it means to be blue collar because to do that, you’d have to have read about the value of a linen coat (which is not directly related to any of this btw) from Marx’s Das Kapital. Kripke of course couldn’t possibly have read it, and if you haven’t read it, you can’t possibly understand anything about class. You have to have read Theory™️ to understand what it means to be *looks down my nose at people who I assume Have Not Read All The Books That I Did* blue collar *sips from tea cup with my pinky out, chortling*

[javierduffy]

nothing, just thinking about how javier is so coyote-coded and low honor arthur is represented by a coyote …

[oynonrings]

Hi i just wanted to tell you that the way Daniil's coat is constructed from a tailoring/construction perspective is SO GOOFY that it HAS to be custom because absolutely nobody would EVER construct a coat like that if there wasn't a capital dandy telling them to do it. Happy to go on a rant if you're curious-- I just figured you'd want to know that Daniil's fashion taste has probably caused a good few headaches.

INCREDIBLE. feel free to rant<3

the snakeskin alone is so extra, even in p1, but in p2 they really went off the rails making his coat edgy angel with a shotgun amv coded. i love it. ive sewn a tiny bit before (i made one plain t shirt that did not fit) but i cant imagine the nightmare that working with leather AND snakeskin together would be. the material looks so thick to me too, it seems like itd be heavy as fuck??? and its so incredibly asymmetrical, it definitely gives off that avant garde effect and matches the impractical aspect of his character but damn id hate to be that tailor.

what gets me is that its so absurdly complex and then the rest of his outfit is so plain, they even took away his platforms...his pants and boots look like theyre generics from walmart clearance and then his dumbass coat looks like those images that are meant to simulate what having a stroke feels like

[numerousracoons]

Sketches of Clara while in class as I try figure out her proportions (also @soy-bean-factory ‘s mistress halo idea has me couched in its grasp actually)

[realian]

idk why everyone in Metaphor has this stylized high fantasy look but then the protagonist is walking around looking like Aigis and Makoto P3's baby.

[twinksintrees]

“Hey, Akutagawa?”

“Yes, Jinko?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

Akutagawa let out a huff. “If you must,” he replied.

Atsushi looked at him carefully, playing with the end of his fingerless gloves. “Why do you still keep that coat? Doesn’t it remind you of Dazai?”

“No,” he said simply. “Not anymore.”

Atsushi tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve…had this so long it would be harder to get rid of. Even to replace it with something not from him would be…too difficult.” Akutagawa explained. “This coat is no longer his. It is my own. It’s held me through hard days and long nights more than anyone else has.”

“Okay,” Atsushi blinked. “I think I get it.”

“Is that answer to your satisfaction?”

“Yeah,” Atsushi shrugged lightheartedly. “Thank you.”

“Whatever, weretiger.”

Atsushi gave him a playful shove before they settled into a comfortable silence.

[jiangfamilytherapist]

Wei Wuxian is just a bunch of unhealthy coping mechanisms in a trench coat and you can’t convince me otherwise

[strangelittlestories]

The anemone, one day, grown sober on filtered sunlight

looked at the clownfish swimming fin-giddy in its tentacles

“How long have you …been here?”

The clownfish blorped surprise at the question

(but you shouldn’t read too much into that blorping was one of its favourite activities)

“Oh it’s been years. and years and years. I think.”

The tangled nest of pseudopods That was the anemone wriggled at this news, vexed and toxin-pretty

“I eat fish that get close. Usually. I’m a death-wish in seafoam Fluorescent.”

The fish swam a lazy circle Its body a shrug waved horizontal

It didn’t take its eyes off The anemone as it replied

(but again: read not too much Its eyes were seldom long off its host)

“I know Your cells are harpoons Your body a net. A cavern mouth surrounded.

You are the end of me. Where else Would I go?”

(I should sting it, Thought the anemone   but something in the fish Felt sweet In a way it didn’t Want to devour.)

“Besides, the snacks are good” The fish continued globbing up a corpsescrap “and you kill all those who come hunting”

The anemone sat silent in its lair which was its body

It tasted the decay, wine-sweet In the water.

Its skin was swelched in fine algae draped in the little life, growing

Things had been good For years. And years and years. Quietly.

[luckydicekirby]

man what ARE they going to do with marius in the show. like genuinely fascinated with this as an adaptational question. anne loved that guy so much somehow and kept making him integral to the plot