#sharena... i just get the sense she's desperately trying to just get something to work.

[moe-broey]

6/11 • Day 3 • Celebration

I Think We Might Be Friends -- Level 40 Convo, featuring my Summoner, Moe! (Uses it/it's pronouns!)

Aka what happens when a mirror reflects a mirror. But like with one of those funhouse mirrors that distort your image. Wouldn't that be fucked up or what

Also also just. Sharena bestie you have me BEWILDERED. I remember so distinctly when I got her 40 convo, waayy back before I had a good read on her character... it struck me, stuck with me for years. I think I finally understand, now, though.

Some close ups of my fave shots!

Also! Coloring this was a last-minute impulse decision, which thankfully paid off! I was sooooo scared though ESP of not making time after. ALL OF THIS TIME. So I took pics beforehand too!

With... kind of inconsistent lighting LMFAO 🧍 I feel like this version has a nice effect too, but! It was important to me to show Moe in full-color, here. Similar, but in opposite directions...

@sharenaweek

[summoner-kentauris]

im not editnig this because its 1 am and i have to work tomorrow suffice to say it almost certainly got errors

i would call this emotional h/c ish territory. people having messy problems but coming out of it okay. alfonse dealing/not dealing with his hel curse. al and zash dealing with the fact that no one wrote him lettterrrrrrssss. no one was more surprised than me to find this one ends positively

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Alfonse Gustavsvin, First Sword of the Order of Heroes and Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Askr has made some serious mistakes in his life.

Not the kind of mistakes his father would have called mistakes. Not the little things he’d once dragged himself over the coals for. Those things that Kiran calls “healing” to forget.

No, he’s his own man now, or at least he’s trying to be, and in that vein he can admit that he, himself, has made mistakes. Little ones, like sneaking away to practice, when he should have been balancing books, and causing a few hours headache for Anna when she had to do it late at night. Normal ones, like letting Kiran fly the Aether castle. He’s even made some big ones.

He’s not sure what category to class forgetting to tell Zacharias about that tiny small thing with Hel and all that.

He doesn’t even realize he’s made said mistake until he’s face to face with Zacharias again, and Zash is bleeding from a nasty cut on his head, and his shirt is torn and he’s sweating and wincing and grabbing a rib and begging the Order to help his sister-

That’s when it hits. He didn’t tell Zacharias. By the level of desperation in his voice, no one had.

Alfonse finds he doesn’t curse very often unless its around Zacharias, and he really has to work hard at it then, because, well, shit.

He tries to break the news as diplomatically as he can.

He can recognize Zacharias by his lance work alone.

He doesn’t need to see Zacharias’ eyes to read heartbreak.

-

He’s not surprised that Zacharias doesn't seek out the healers that night. He’s seen the what Bunrun- Spring Bruno can do with a staff. Fuck. Another thing Zacharias doesn’t know.

Focus on breaking the news about an amnesiac bunny summon version of him later.

Death first.

Zacharias sits, peculiarly still, as far away from camp as he can get. The cut on his head looks better than it had looked, which is nonetheless worse than it ought to. He doesn’t touch Zacharias. He believes him about the curse, really, he does, even if often his heart doesn’t want to. Wants him back.

“I’m sorry,” he says, because if there’s one thing thinking you were gonna die in nine days did for you, it was help you be a little less equivocating. “I should have told you.”

“You were busy,” Zacharias says, simply, without looking over at him. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

You were busy, meaning, someone had told him the whole story before Alfonse had got to him. You were busy,meaning, Zacharias is always making up a narrative in his head. There’s nothing to apologize for, meaning, inevitably Zash is writing himself out of that narrative. Again.

Alfonse sighs.

“What were you told?” he says, in lieu of anything better.

“It matters not.” Zacharias goes to rise. “I must-”

“Sit down, Zach,” he says, maybe with more force and less weariness than he thought, because Zacharias does immediately. He almost looks surprised. It would be funny, if Alfonse wasn’t so tired.

“When all this is over,” he says, without thinking, “I’m going with you.”

Zacharias turns and stares at Alfonse through his mask for a long, long moment.

“What?”

He can’t match his stare. Not with the mask on. Not when something that hurts and stretches is unfolding itself, like a spine clicking.

So he doesn’t. The heavy night is deep. It looks endless, but only because its so dark. There’s no way to see a beginning, so there’s certainly no way to see an end.

Zacharias makes a huffing sound. “You can’t come with me. Alfonse, you can’t, I- the curse alone.”

“Nine days.” The voice doesn’t sound like his own. “Nine days.”

Zacharias falls silent. Alfonse feels silent, too, except he’s talking, so he can’t be. He’s moving his hands, so he must still be here.

“I didn’t want to see you,” he says. “So I didn’t tell you.”

Fool that he is, he doesn’t realize its true until he’s saying it. Until its real and invisible in the night air.

Zacharias sucks in a breath, but doesn’t say anything.

“I wanted to think,” he continues, “that I didn’t want you to see me like that. But it’s not true, is it? I didn’t want to see you, to see you and know you were-”

He cuts himself off when he realizes what he means to say. But, there are mistakes, and then there are mistakes.

And he misses his friend.

“…right,” he finishes. “Curses can be solved by death.”

“I know,” Zacharias says, after a beat. His tone is calm, even. “I’ve known that for some time. You know I believe that. So, then… what’s truly troubling you?”

“It’s funny, right?” That’s answer enough, right? “Nine days and all I could think about was how I didn’t want you to show me up.”

“Mm hm,” Zacharias mms. “And the truth, this time?”

Alfonse snorts. “What makes you think that’s not?”

If Zacharias cracks a smile, Alfonse chooses not to notice it out of the corner of his eye. None of this is funny.

“You’re clenching your left hand, where you usually hold your shield. I thought you’d broken that tell?”

He does laugh at that. His laugh doesn’t sound right. It sounds hurt. Why is he the hurt one?

“This isn’t… this isn’t funny,” he tries.

He’s not prepared for Zacharias to lightly reach out to touch his face. He’s not prepared to notice, suddenly, the tears that have begun making their way from his own eyes. He’s not prepared for feeling like someone has shoved Fólkvangr through his heart.

“I don’t understand,” he says. “Why am I… why am I crying?”

“Oh, Alse,” Zacharias says, and then nothing else. He’s too busy pulling Alfonse into his arms, hugging him tightly, pulling his head close and holding him.

Alfonse doesn’t know why he’s crying. He doesn’t know why he can’t stop.

“I don’t… I don’t...”

Zacharias doesn’t say anything. Not when Alfonse starts making choking ugly crying sounds, not when Kiran and Sharena show up in a panic and he waves them off. Not when Alfonse finally beings to quiet into something he can pretend isn’t weeping.

Zacharias is quiet for a long, long time, until there is only the sounds of distant camp, and restless insects.

“Did you kill it?”

It takes Alfonse a moment to realize where he is, that someone is speaking, that it’s Zacharias who’s speaking.

“Hel?” he adds.

Alfonse carefully works his way out of Zacharias’ arms. It’s so cold in the night, but… “I… yes.”

“Good.”

Mistakes he’s made, that he keeps on making. He wishes he could go back. It’s so cold in the night.

“We were supposed to be together. It was supposed to be Embla, supposed to be together-”

“Aren’t we?”

The interruption throws Alfonse for a second. He swivels to look at Zacharias. Masked as always. And yet, Alfonse can feel Zacharias’ eyes on him.

“Aren’t we what?”

“Together. You and I. You’re here. I’m here. We’re here. That counts, doesn’t it?”

It’s like the earlier not-crying has wrung all the words out of him. “I...”

“I’ve learned a lot, being away,” Zacharias says. He looks back out across the night. “Very little has been useful, I think. Some of it, though… Does it matter?”

He turns back to face Alfonse abruptly. “Does it matter? That you didn’t tell me? I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t. I’m so ill of it, so… does it matter? Can I choose to let it go?”

“I...” Alfonse doesn’t like feeling dizzy. Doesn't like feeling cold. Wishes someone was hugging him again. Wishes it was Zacharias. “It’s not that simple, I…”

“There’s too much complicated in the world, Alse. There’s so, so much of it. I… know not what deserve is, or what right is, but I find myself wanting to ask all the same: can we be simple again? Let’s be easy. Let’s let it all go and just…”

“I didn’t write you.”

“And I wasn’t there,” he counters. “And next time, something will happen and you’ll run off without me and it will be the end of the world, and I won’t be there and you didn’t tell me. You hurt, I hurt, none of it’s our fault. So hang it all. It’s been a decade. If neither of us is going to change, do you really think our feelings will?”

“I thought I was going to die,” Alfonse says. His voice sounds small. He can’t bring himself to hate it. “I thought I would never see you again. So I though it would be easier to just accept it.”

“That doesn’t sound like a man who stood in a bunny costume and promised to kill a god for me, now does it.”

A spark of an emotion that’s not empty despair.

“This- this isn’t funny!”

Zacharias smiles a bit. “Apologies. My sense of humor has been warped by the voice in my head, you know, the one that regularly demands I disembowel everyone I’ve ever loved.”

He can’t stand this cold. “Hold me, please.”

And Zacharias does, without a pause.

He falls into a running a hand through Alfonse’s hair. It’s soothing, in a way Alfonse hasn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe ever.

“It truly isn’t that simple, is it?”

Zacharias talks to the open air. Alfonse doesn’t want to leave the warm he’s found in order to look at him, so he doesn’t.

“No,” he agrees. “It isn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Zacharias says. His hand doesn’t falter in Alfonse’s hair. “I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

“Me too.”

That’s pretty simple, Alfonse thinks as they sit there. Two people, being sorry that they can’t properly care for the person they care about. None of it really their fault at the end of the day.

“Alright,” he says, suddenly. “We’ll let it go.”

“Mm?”

He leans up. He untangles himself.

“You’re right,” he repeats. “I promised we’d kill gods together. But, if we’re going to be defiant, well… oughtn’t we do it right?”

Zacharias tilts his head. “What?”

“I was so afraid,” he says, simply. “No more. Damn the gods. I chose you.”

Zacharias’ smile flickers, then settles into something softer and more familiar. “And if we fail?”

“Hm.” Alfonse settles back into Zacharias arms, it feels different, somehow. Less like running. “Well, we’re still young, you and I. Plenty of time to make some interesting mistakes.”

At that, Zacharias genuinely laughs, and then relaxes. He goes back to fiddling with Alfonse’s hair, and, frankly-

Frankly, he’s had a shit day, but in that moment he’s never felt better.

[pokemagines]

fe lords + their crush losing their memory

anon asked: “CONGRATS ON SO MANY FOLLOWERS MODS :OOO and nooooWWW time for an angsty request bc we all love sad headcanons! headcanons for what if the summoner gets into an accident that causes her to lose all memories? in particular, how do the main fe lords (you can choose which lords to write for!) react when the summoner doesnt remember them, especially when they were planning to confess to her before she lost her memories?”

a/n: there’s so many fe lords i chose to stick w my faves and go w chrom, alf, & marth !!!!! my blueberry boys!!!! --mod touko

chrom:

when you first lose your memories, he’s in shock. it must be some sort of cosmic joke that another one of the people in his life just so happened to lose their memories. but, he’s nothing but optimistic, and he doesn’t let it bother him for long. 

of course he’s disappointed that you don’t remember him. it took him a while to accept that you’re not playing some sort of joke on him. but he’s more worried about you getting better -- his feelings can wait. 

as someone who has been through this situation before, chrom is actually very good at handling it. he’s not a patient man in any sense of the word, but he is good at understanding and helping them get them back (if possible) and create new memories (if it’s not possible to get the old ones back!).

he’d probably introduce you to robin, because she’s been through the same experience! she’s good at talking you through things and helping you piece together little fragments you remember. chrom watches, and every time you remember something, whether it’s big or small, he gets so HAPPY when you come running to him to tell him what you remembered. 

alfonse:

is so utterly devastated when you lose your memories. it’s like he lost his best friend and he’s having to start over. on one end, he’s thankful that you’re alive, but he hates that this happened to you, out of all people. he would rather it have happened to him. 

he’s extremely patient. when you don’t recall an event that’s happened, he’s very quick to explain it in detail, no matter how long it takes. alfonse is pretty much at your side whenever he can be, trying desperately to help you remember something, anything. 

every little spark of memory excites him, and when you recall something big, he feels over the moon. sharena and anna often throw “summoner remembered something” parties in order to express how

he’s very bad at remembering boundaries. he has to remind himself that just because you and him used to sit close doesn’t mean he can do it now. alfonse almost breaks down the first time you lean your head against his shoulder at a war meeting because gods you used to do that almost every day. 

marth:

tries not to let things bother him for too long. he pushes aside all of the longing for you and turns it into helping you get those precious memories of yours back. you must be suffering far more than he, he tells himself.

he isn’t sure how to go about it, so he starts with telling you everything he remembers since you summoned him to askr. he recounts the stories all the way back of summoning your first legendary hero, to now when you were dealing with hel’s army. marth even leaves in the embarrassing stories about him getting wiped out by blue mages, just to see you laugh. it takes a while to tell the whole story, but your eyes light up every so often as you add in a fuzzy detail you remember. that’s the best feeling in the world to him.

sometimes, you find yourself getting frustrated that you can’t remember things, and he reassures you that everything will come back with time. and even if it doesn’t he’s sure that him and the rest of the heroes there will help you create much better memories. 

it’s so worth it because after almost a year of trying to get them back, you finally are able to piece everything back together and you run into marth’s arms, breathless and smiling wide because you finally remembered that you were in love with him. marth sweeps you up into his arms and kisses you over and over, the two of you crying happy tears because FINALLY everything worked out!

[fire-emblem-heroes-supports]

Summoner/M!Corrin (Adrift) C-S Support

Written by @shauni-will-never-write

C SUPPORT

(y/n): Uh... How late is it? It's pitch black outside... Unbelievable, at my age... I'm just gonna drink some water and go back to bed...

(y/n): Um? Is someone there?

Corrin: Hello, Summoner.

(y/n): Corrin? What are you doing in the kitchen at this hour?

Corrin: I was getting a glass of cherry juice for Azura. She had a nightmare and woke up suddenly, so I thought it'd help her fall asleep again faster.

(y/n): A nightmare, huh? Sounds like she and I can create a club or something...

Corrin: Did you have a bad dream as well?

(y/n): I, ah... Yes. Hadn't had one in a long time, so it caught me off-guard. I'm not one to get scared by my own nightmares but... have to admit this one was pretty bad. I was gonna get some water.

Corrin: I see... Wouldn't you rather have some cherry juice?

(y/n): Huh, sure... Is it better?

Corrin: Indeed. Cherry juice has sleep-inducing properties.

(y/n): Really? Like milk? I had no idea. Well, the more you know, I guess.

Corrin: Haha. Glad I taught you something. Here you go, Summoner.

[Corrin offers them a glass of cherry juice.]

(y/n): Thank you. I haven't drank it yet and I already feel better.

Corrin: Don't mention it. If I may ask, would you like to tell me about your nightmare? It's fine if you don't wish to, but sometimes talking about it makes it easier to forget.

(y/n): Oh, well... Don't you have to go back to Azura?

Corrin: Mother is with her. More than cherry juice, she needs to be comforted. So I can spare you five minutes.

(y/n): Thank you, Corrin. It's really kind of you. But I wouldn't want little Azura to wait for you longer than necessary if she's not feeling well. Besides, I'm a strong independent summoner!...that you just made addicted to cherry juice. Wow, it's delicious.

Corrin *laughs a little*: You can have more, if you wish. I'll take my leave then... Perhaps you can tell me more about this nightmare tomorrow?

(y/n): Sure. Nightmares aren't as scary in broad daylight.

Corrin: Very well. Good night, Summoner. Sleep well.

(y/n): You too, Corrin.

[(y/n) and Corrin have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Corrin: Summoner? I hope I'm not disturbing.

(y/n): Oh, Corrin, good morning! Not at all, I was just working on new skill sets. Did you need something?

Corrin: I have come to discuss the nightmare you had last night, as promised. If you do not mind taking a break, that is.

(y/n): Really? Thank you, Corrin, I appreciate the attention. Um... to be honest, I don't remember much of my nightmare. I wouldn't even be sure it was one if it weren't for this bad feeling I had when I woke up...

Corrin: A bad feeling? Could you be more precise?

(y/n): A sense of dread and helplessness, like I've only felt facing Surtr. Something terrible happened, I'm sure of that... but by the time I had fully woken up, I had already forgotten almost everything. Curious, isn't it?

Corrin: Mh... What do you remember?

(y/n): Sharena... Sharena was there, crying. She seemed so distressed, so desperate... In the real world, I have never seen her nearly as distraught. Somehow, I didn't even think her face could look like that... It felt like the whole world was ending.

Corrin: I think I understand why you woke up in the dead of the night and felt the need to get up and clear your thoughts now. That sounds dreadful.

(y/n): It was. But that's not all... It almost felt... important, somehow. Like... a warning.

Corrin: A warning? A prophetic dream then?

(y/n): To be frank, I'm not sure I even believe in these things, let alone that I, of all people, could have such an ability. But... for some reason, that dream seemed way too real to be a mere dream.

Corrin: ...

(y/n): Um, Corrin? Sorry if I'm bothering you with my rambling.

Corrin: Not at all. It's just... No, nevermind.

Corrin: If your dream is but a dream, then it will be for the best. If it really is the future that came to you in disguise... everyone shall stand warned and ready at your side.

(y/n): Hope for the best but prepare for the worst, huh? You're right. I should go and tell Alfonse and the others about this dream.

Corrin: And I should take my leave now and let you do that in peace.

(y/n): Alright! I'll see you later then. Thanks for listening.

Corrin: Don't mention it.

[Corrin leaves.]

(y/n): ...I wonder what he was about to say earlier. Is it just me or did he look upset?

[(y/n) and Corrin have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Corrin: ...Is that you, Summoner?

(y/n): Oh, Corrin! We sure seem to like meeting in the kitchen at night.

Corrin: You appear to be looking for something.

(y/n): Well... Since you've asked... Got any cherry juice left? It really helped me sleep last time, so I was hoping I could drink some again.

Corrin: Oh. Try checking the bottom shelf on your right, behind the parsley.

(y/n): Behind the- Here it is! What is it doing there?

Corrin: The Order of Heroes happens to have a very sugar-obsessed thief in its ranks. So I hid it where he'd never find it: among vegetables.

(y/n): Pfft! That's genius. Gaius wouldn't touch parsley with a ten foot pole.

Corrin: That's what I thougth... So, why are you not asleep in your bed?

(y/n): Had that nightmare again. It's the first time I dream the same thing twice... so I guess it must mean something.

Corrin: Could you make something else out of it?

(y/n): I'm not sure... Maybe? I... I think someone may have... died. Alfonse was standing by them. But I couldn't tell who it was...

Corrin: ...What if it's really a prophetic dream? What then?

(y/n): I... I don't know. We defeated Surtr, and now something else is coming? Urgh, give me a break...

Corrin: ...

(y/n): ...We'll just have to be ready, I guess. We won't know until it hits us.

Corrin: That means Azura is in danger too. So as long as I'll be here, I'll do my utmost best to help you.

(y/n): As long you as you'll be here? What, are you planning to leave or something?

Corrin: Well... Haven't you realized by now? That I'm not... real.

(y/n): ...

Corrin: ...

(y/n): ...I suspected as much. But I'm surprised that you are conscious of it.

Corrin: The realization comes and goes... Most of the time, I don't seem to know it. But at times, I am hit by the feeling that I do not belong to this world. Why don't I bleed? Do I have organs? Are my senses all simulacrum? But... it's... so hard to... cling to that thought... Every time, it immediately tries to escape...

(y/n): ...As if you weren't supposed to know the truth. I guess Loki hadn't planned this.

Corrin: ...

(y/n): Is that why you seemed upset the other day? Did I say something that made you think?

Corrin: Yes... Your nightmare is not just any regular nightmare. If it really is a vision of the future... A dream that is more than a dream... A dream bound to become reality... I guess I'm jealous.

(y/n): Jealous...?

Corrin: Azura is still so young, scared and lost. She still needs support and comfort. That's why Mother, Camilla and I are here... She needs us. And so she is dreaming about us. But when she'll grow as strong and resolved as these adult Azuras you've already met... what do you suppose will become of us?

(y/n): That's... Oh no...

Corrin: That's right. We're only the residents of Azura's dream. So if she were to decide to “wake up” and be strong, she wouldn't need us anymore. We'd go out. Like candles.

(y/n): ...No... you must be real. These are tears... You're crying...

Corrin: And I won't make myself any more real by crying. I'm nothing, therefore there is nothing to cry about.

(y/n): B-but... If you weren't real, you wouldn't be able to cry!

Corrin: Haha... I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?

(y/n): ...

[(y/n) and Corrin have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Corrin: ...

(y/n): So that's where you were.

Corrin: Ah, Summoner. Is something the matter?

(y/n): I've been looking for you for the past forty minutes! I asked at least ten Heroes and no one knew where you had gone... Please never do that again. I thought that maybe you had...

Corrin: Gone out like a candle?

(y/n): …

(y/n): It's rare to see you so far away from Azura. What are you doing out here?

Corrin: Nothing much. Just stargazing. I'm not sure why, but I felt the need to have some alone time.

(y/n): Sorry to disturb you then, but is this a good moment for us to talk? I'd like to continue our previous conversation.

Corrin: This sounds quite urgent. I'm all ears.

(y/n): I was at a loss for words last time... but not anymore. I've thought a lot about what you said... and about what I feel. I love you, Corrin. I don't want you to disappear.

Corrin: …! I... I...

(y/n): Hehe. Don't know how to react? It's okay. I guess Loki hadn't planned that either.

(y/n): In any case, I can't lose you now. To think that you could be gone in an instant... I can't stand it. I won't let that happen.

Corrin: ...If it's too painful, if it's too hard... it's okay to run away. I don't think it's a bad thing. Sometimes, it's just your safest option. But Azura won't run away her whole life... A day will come when she will decide that she is done covering her eyes and ears and that it's time to face her fears. Time to stop dreaming. And then...

(y/n): No! I refuse!

Corrin: (y/n)... Are you running away as well? From reality?

(y/n): Maybe I am... But as you said, it's my safest option. Listen, I won't just accept your death as inexorable. You said you were just a dream... but haven't you started overcoming your nature recently? You realized what you were, even though you weren't supposed to... You think for yourself... And last time, you cried! You cried because you think you're bound to disappear! Corrin, tell me. How can something that is not real be afraid to die? You can't die if you're not alive. And to be alive is to be real.

Corrin: Can't die... if I'm not alive... real... You wish to make me real... really real...

(y/n): That's right. I want to try... I must try. If Azura won't dream forever, then I'll make sure you can exist outside her dream.

Corrin: Because you love me.

(y/n): ...Yes. I did say that.

Corrin: (y/n)... I really was created to only care about Azura, wasn't I? A strong, caring best friend who will always be there for her. I still cherish her, and I'll still protect her... but... lately, you've been on my mind too.

 Corrin: And... Today, during the battle, when this soldier striked me... I bled.

(y/n): You bled?! But...

Corrin: I know. Dreams can't bleed. It was just a few drops... but they were as warm and red as anyone's blood. Maybe there's a chance for me then... Maybe I really am becoming alive.

Corrin: And if that's the case, then I have to tell you... I love you as well. I think I do. These feelings are still fresh, but time will make them stronger. Realer.

(y/n): Corrin... I've never been this happy. This is almost too good to be true.

Corrin: Haha, no. Believe me, you are very awake.

[(y/n) and Corrin have reached support rank S.]

Confession quote:

Corrin: You are what dreams are made of. Rest now. I'll fight the nightmares off if they come to get you.