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Fe Aspec Week Day 4: Acceptance

This week on I Accidentally Made Myself Sad With My Own Angst :( As much as I know Forsyth would be the most accepting person in all of Valentia, I think his own insecurities/mindset would cause a bit of tension during his childhood with Python. It has a happy ending but I wanted to explore just a bit of that first...

“Python!”

Forsyth’s tiny hands trembled, clutching the gift that he’d bought with his very own money. His father didn't need to know.

Python scrambled down the big oak tree to meet him. He tugged at the dress his father probably made him wear for the holiday. His hair had already come loose from it's braid, likely caught on the twigs and leaves of the tree. Forsyth waited anxiously at it's base for him to come down.

When he arrived, Forsyth shoved the box forward. He startled both of them with the force of it.

“I – I – I have this. For you. Will you – I mean – I would –” Forsyth’s cheeks burned red. It was clear what he was asking. There would be no other reason you’d give someone a perfectly wrapped package of sweets on the Day of Devotion unless you were asking them the question.

Python looked down at it. The two had been friends for so long, it took only a second for Forsyth to understand exactly what it meant.

“Oh…” He felt his stomach twist up in a knot. His throat started to constrict. “I know Father doesn’t like you, but he doesn’t much like anyone. S-so we can make it work!”

“Fors…”

“We could keep it a secret!” Then, in desperation, “we could – we could run away together!”

“Fors!” Python whined. “C’mon, you know we’re too young for that!” With one hand he took the chocolates, and the other took Forsyth's arm. “We’re supposed to be climbing trees and playing pranks on Teacher – not doing gushy grown-up love stuff.”

Forsyth bit his lip. He didn’t think it was gushy at all. He didn’t trust his voice to speak; with one word he may just start bawling right here. The last thing he needed was to be scolded for being so emotional.

Python beamed as if he hadn’t just shattered Forsyth’s heart into a million pieces. “Let’s just take it slow, okay? We’ll have plenty of time for all that when we’re older, okay?”

He coaxed a small nod from Forsyth.

“Speaking of! I heard Teach left the schoolhouse window open – have I got the perfect plan! We’ll share the chocolates after, okay? You’re my best friend, we should split them.”

I don’t want to split them. Forsyth let himself be tugged along. I wanted to give them all to you. To give everything to you.

He grit his teeth as they ran. He wasn’t the type to accept defeat after a small setback like this. So, Python wasn’t ready. That was fine. One day he would be. And Forsyth would be there. It was like every book he’d read: the steadfast knight would get the beautiful lover, if he was just patient enough.

He said a quick prayer to Mila, that one day they’d stop being friends, and true love would win out.

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“Python!”

Forsyth’s hands trembled, his fists balled up in fury.

“I am sick and tired of this.”

“Oh you’re tired of this? Then quit fucking confessing every single year. Every year it’s the same speech, and the same shitty plan to run away together. We’re not in some fairy tale, Fors. Just give it up.” Python moved to take a sip from his drink, turning his back. Though they’d both come of age, it wasn’t ale. Though it wasn’t ale, they both spoke as loudly as if they’d each had a barrel to drink. It was a good thing Python’s father was out all night; there was no one in the tiny house to hear them argue.

Forsyth grabbed the cup away before he could take a sip. It earned him a hard look, but a direct one. “I’m not tired of confessing, I’m tired of this type of disrespect!” He placed the drink down a foot away. “You can’t just be honest with me and tell me why I’m not good enough for you – it’s infuriating!”

“I am honest. I’ve told you, this has nothing to do with you. It’s me who–”

“Oh-ho, don’t give me that tired cliche! Every year, it’s another cryptic excuse, another roundabout lie!” He flung his hands in wild gestures, his voice pitching. “You say you’re not ready for commitment, yet you spend every day with me regardless. You say you would make a terrible housemate, yet you stay over at my home for weeks at a time. You say you’re not ready to be with someone, yet I catch word that you shared a bed with the innkeeper!”

“What, you jealous or something?”

“That is exactly what I am. And how dare you act like I’m the crazy one for it!” Tears threatened his eyes, but he pushed through. “I have been by your side your entire life, looking out for you, caring for you, giving all of myself over to you! And here you are, laughing in the face of my love! Like - like it’s another one of your jokes!

“Oh, you're jealous, huh? So is that why you do it? You do all that for me just to get laid at the end of the day? Well if you’d said that sooner, I would have happily –”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Then what do you mean?”

“It doesn’t make any damned sense, Python!”

“It does, if you would just pipe down and listen when I –”

“Pipe down?”

“Yeah! If you’d let me finish a damned sentence this will all make sense!”

“Fine then, go ahead and finish – give me one good reason why you don’t want to be with me!”

“When you’re acting like this I could give you a hundred!” Python swatted his cup away, spilling the drink all over the floor. He stormed out of the room.

A heavy silence fell over the house. Forsyth gathered his things. He left. He finally let his tears fall.

It was simple, he decided. All he needed to do was accept the fact that this relationship was going nowhere. Python didn't love him, and he'd just need to imagine whatever reasons he could. They should simply end things before they got any more hurt.

End our friendship...

He cried through the night, unable to even muster a word to Mila.

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“Python!”

Forsyth’s hand was steady as it took the man’s shoulder. The pair locked eyes.

“Run away with me.”

The wind rustled the leaves overhead. Usually the area was bustling with chaos as the new building was erected, but Python was the only one to stay back today. Forsyth would have teased him for the irony, if it hadn’t presented him with the perfect opportunity to ask his question.

Python rolled his eyes. “Har-har. I thought today was Day of Devotion, not Flostym Fools'…”

“Huh?” Forsyth’s expression flashed with confusion, then horror. “O-oh! Not like that, of course! Oh gods, I meant… the Deliverance.”

He spread his hands. “It’s clear we’ll never get the approval we seek to join. So I propose we do it in secret. Everyone will be distracted by the village festivities tonight. If we don’t come home right away, everyone will assume it’s for… the festivities. It will give us a reasonable head start. We won’t need to worry about them catching up to us by the time they finally realize we’ve gone.”

He looked eagerly to Python.

“Heh, using all the hype around love to make our escape... you’re a true ally after all, Fors!”

Forsyth’s look soured. “L-listen. I swear, I would never ask you that again. I mean, we got over that years ago. I nearly lost you to that argument, and I shall never make the same mistake again. I know how much pain I put you through, and I would never dream of –”

“Hey. I know. You had a lot on your mind, then.” He let out a loud sigh. “Which is why I’m gonna come along with you. Somebody’s gotta help you find that special someone, right?”

“Do you mean it? Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

With a hearty laugh, Python pulled him into a hug. Forsyth held him close. Reality may not follow a path like the perfect little fairy tales he read as a child, but that made it no less perfect.

“So… that’s a yes?”

Python leaned back so he could study his face. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

“W-were you not?”

“Eh, I’m not serious about anything…” He offered his hand. “But I’m in. I’m always in.”

Forsyth accepted it, clasping it within both of his. He found himself too choked up for words, though he didn’t care if anyone saw him cry. He wiped tears from his cheeks and smiled at Python’s kindhearted teasing.

He thanked the gods that they would never stop being friends.

#fe aspec week #fe echoes #fe python #fe forsyth #forsython #i got a little carried away asfsdf this ended up much longer than intended (whats new 💀)#as someone who reads forsyth as a hopeless romantic its just something i think was important to explore between them #but LMAO i literally made myself so upset writing their argument i was just sitting there going NOOOO stop fighting ;------;#i would have included trans python anyway because i really like that - but also it shows that forsyth truly is accepting #its specifically the fact that hes fallen in love that turns it into an insecurity issue instead of an acceptance one here #and once he realizes that (after their big fight) hes able to get over his own personal stuff and really be there for python #sorry i got a bit cheesy with the section parallels 😅 im a sucker for that but even i can admit it was a bit much this time #i know they wouldnt have the same terminology in fantasy-medieval stuff but 'ally' just fit so perfectly and i hope wasnt too jarring

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bilestat · 28 days

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it’s insane what happens to your brain when you listen to music from your teens that got you through the worst part of your life for the first time in ages

#I want to cry and I also feel like my brain is exploding #but it also feels good? kinda like coming home not to be cheesy or anything #listening to this band’s discography from the 90’s to 2011 like wow yes I really did know every single one of these songs by heart…. wrow….#I was so deeply obsessed #and they (and another band for a bit) really got me through my dad’s death #I listened to them every single day for a decade and I’m not even joking #personal #to be deleted #I say the first time but I’ve been listening again for a few days now #I got into this band like three months after he died and the other I got really obsessed with like a month before he did #and that band’s album I was super into I can’t listen to without crying #I’m pretty sure I listened to it on repeat the whole time he was in the hospital

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skeletalheartattack · 3 months

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Imagine a gator anthro eating a cheesy pizza..... whoah

simply, to me this is just a normal day in the life of Ruce O'Donnell. this guy. my guy. he eats those. pizzas. AND he's a gator. whoah.

#ask #anon #ruce #ruce o'donnell #my characters #i really aught to draw him more #but hes a little more complex to draw for me in comparison to Boe #specifically in drawing his head right yknow #but i just have to draw him more to be consistent at it #i have drawn two alternate expressions for him on his ''ref sheet''#and some alternate clothing... though the only difference is that i swapped his black jeans out for some red plaid pajama pants #anyway thank you for the ask anon :) im sure he'll get and eat a whole cheesy pizza. in one bite even. whoah.

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pharawee · 1 year

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It's easy to forget that Din is suffering, too. Ken has the support of all of their friends. Ken has his father, Din's parents and his older brother.

Din is living a stranger's life and hides his body under gloves and turtlenecks. He's isolated and alone (except for Sai and her fiancé, but he probably feels guilty about that, too). When Ken finally looks at him, he sees a stranger - and that's probably what hurts most. They share these moments, these meaningful looks, but Ken is always the one to withdraw first because he thinks of another him who's dead.

And Din knows that side of him will never resurface. He's killed it to keep Ken safe and he can't even be certain that Ken would appreciate his sacrifice. Lue's sacrifice. Because he isn't Din now. He's Lue.

His fantasy is literally for Ken to kiss and caress the parts of him that have changed (his scars, his hands, his face), yet he hides that side from him - for fear of what? Being rejected for no longer being the man whose photographs Ken surrounds himself with (and wouldn't that hurt so much? To seek him out and immediately be confronted with dozens of mirrors that no longer show the truth but a version of him that he can never again measure up to).

He dreams of a fresh start, a future where Ken falls in love with Lue and lays his love for Din to rest. It's such a simple thing, but surely he knows how impossible it is. How indulging in it makes everything so much worse. Room 707, the Northern Thai dishes, the drawings, the stargazing - is it because he can't help himself or does he hope Ken will appreciate the constant reminders?

It's heartbreaking, really, that when Ken smiles at Lue it's because he remembers Din. But when he's angry with him all he sees is Lue, a stranger who means nothing to him, an obstacle to staying true to the man he loves.

And even if the truth has now (presumably) been revealed, it will take a while for Ken to reconcile these two sides of Lue, to accept that who he loves and who he mourns and who he fears and who he hates are all the same person.

#jane watches stuff #chains of heart #chains of heart the series #guess that needed out #i just have so many emotions #if the series doesn't make it angsty then i will #and that's just lue and din #tee complicates matters even further #i wonder what din felt when he had to threaten ken #when he deliberately hurt him #how do you even do that? hurt the one you love #how can you even stand it?#ughhh this is really cheesy and like... half a drabble #idek if i should post it lmao #oh well it's 2am no one will see

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emmaswanned · 1 year

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“were we fighting about something?” // “we were.” // “well, whatever it was, i’m not mad anymore. i can’t remember. why did we want to leave this beach? so beautiful.”

--old (2021), dir. m. night shyamalan

#old #old 2021 #m night shyamalan #horroredit #dailyhorroredits #doyouevenfilm #moviegifs #filmgifs #usersource #useroptional #tvfilmsource #filmtvcentral #dailytvfilmgifs #usertelevision #televisioncentric #elyse.gifs #this was one of the first movies i saw in the theater post pandemic and it was really beautiful on the big screen #it's also earnest to the point of cheesiness but i can't even fault it bc i know I KNOW shyamalan does it on purpose #it me big unironic m night stan

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sysig · 4 months

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It’s all worth it to be close ♥ (Patreon)

#Doodles #Original #The Mouse and the Mermaid #Just some sketchy sketches this time ♪ Leftover doodles from a scratch page #If you remember the set of Pop singing that one cheesy love song :3c #But there's a specific line in the song that refers to the sing-ee as ''my pet'' y'know like a pet name - dearest/darling/my love etc.#Pop would get so flustered about it and feel bad haha poor lad #Soda had a history of being a poorly-cared for pet fish before Pop sprang her ♥ She'd feel bad about potentially reminding her!#Soda wouldn't actually mind tho lol she's quite easy-breezy #Couple more Pops :D She's just so cute!#I really enjoy the featureless orb hands of like Miis and Animal Crossing humans haha #It's just such a cute and simple way of drawing them ♪#Big eyes are fun as well hehe - they have opposite eye styles! Pop's big dark eyes and Soda's blank eyes ♪#Silly S-shaped idea of the two of them holding hands in their respective elements :)#They both have tails even! They can be all fun and silly and sweep-curly #And finally sleeping on each other because I Must Keep My Quota Up #Unfortunately for Pop her girlfriend is exothermic lol - feels great from Soda's perspective! Not so much for the mammal of the duo #I'm sure she'd feel great in summer but then it'd just be the opposite situation!#Unless they snuggled in a pool or something haha #Cove filled with bubbles and baubles hehehe

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piplupod · 22 days

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juno thinking they're being stupid for being stressed all the time in certain online spaces and I take a quick scroll stroll through the spaces they inhabit daily and nah man. that shit is fucking insane. people say the boldest bullshit you've ever seen in the most inflammatory aggressive way; no wonder you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown constantly, especially if this is your main source of social interaction holy shit dude how do you deal with that on a daily basis

#chase on the mic #rewriting my tags because I don't like the way I was wording things #this isn't vaguing anything specifically lol it's like... a bunch of things that i'm bundling into one pissy post rn #maybe this is stupid of me (esp for ME to say lmao) but I think the better way of handling a lot of this shit is to just surround yourself-#-with better people lmao #angry ranting is great and all but you're not going to get very far with that #its just going to make spaces turn a lot more hostile in a few different ways #people get suspicious of each other and start snapping at each other and pointing fingers in random directions #what is a lot more effective is to make a well worded post and then display the behaviour you're wanting to see more of #yknow what actually. maybe that's not even true lmfao that's some cheesy ass shit #I don't know what I'm fucking talking about. that sounds like some shit juno would think up christ i'm going soft LMAO #maybe people do need to yell and bitch about things to get anywhere with certain communities #I think maybe this is another scenario of black and white thinking lmao there's a time and place for everything #i WILL say though. that the yelling and snarling is tiring when it comes from ppl who want interaction #and then have a really stupid thing on their DNI. lmao. lol even. I guess I can't rb your posts because you're shitty towards bigender ppl #your loss 🤷‍♂️

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gideonnavsenormousbiceps · 2 years

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firmly believe that Hunter ends up being one of those teenagers that can’t function without coffee in the morning. Like the others aren’t that big of a fan of coffee, but Hunter? It’s his new favorite drink. Camilla gets up most mornings and Hunter is already sitting at the dining room table sipping a cup of coffee, looking decades older than he actually is. He takes a thermos of it everywhere.

#hunter toh #toh hunter #am I projecting hs me onto him?...maybe #I drank a lot of coffee #but also the mental image of Hunter slowly sipping on a cup of coffee with a blank expression on his face really gets me #he's the first one up in the mornings for sure #luz is definitely last #his favorite cup is one of those super cheesy ones #he always picks it even if theres plenty of other mugs clean #the owl house #toh

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padfootastic · 1 year

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Sunday Snippet

tagged by by @narcissa-black-supermacy and since i’m incapable of anything except our first cousins au rn, here’s a lil sneak peak.

“Now, I realise Walburga has a—different style but—“

“You can say gaudy, Atta, it’s okay,” Sirius adds cheekily.

“—but it isn’t right that you’ve not been taught how to take care of all this,” she runs a gentle hand down Sirius’ tightly braided hair. “A girl’s hair is, after all, one of her most precious possessions.”

“Take care of all this?” Sirius echoes, wondering what she meant by that. Of course, she knows that most of the reason her hair is the way it is for convenience’s sake. Tying your hair in a loose ponytail or a messy bun only works if you’re a white girl with silky straight hair. Less than ten minutes of keeping her hair unbound and it became pricklier than a thorn bush. She also knows that there’s ways, if she so chooses, that she can look different. She’s seen the other brown girls in her schools noticed their intricate styles that looked nothing like her own strictly ordered, slicked back hair.

Euphemia cups Sirius’ chin with her thumb and forefinger, guiding grey eyes to brown. “You’re beautiful as you are, Sirius, but you shouldn’t have to fight your body, not now nor ever. It’s an extension of yourself, don’t forget treat it as such.”

And as Sirius sits there, still horribly confused, over the course of the next hour, she gets a crash course in the art of taking care of curly hair. Not waves, like she’d always thought, but curls. She’d never realised how similar their hair types were—Effie atta preferred clipping it in the back, daringly open—but after the time they spent together, Sirius was amazed.

Because her aunt was right—she had been fighting parts of her body for her entire life. Hair too unruly? Shove it into a brain or bun tight enough to cut off circulation. Breasts not cooperating? Squeeze into an extra sports bra on top, no matter the strain on her shoulders. Pimples? Popped on sight, no mercy. Not one thing was easy, or gentle.

She never realised her body could be made for gentleness, that she could learn to be so. Sirius had to grow up strong—kids were both cruel and thoughtless, a terrible combination for anyone who looked the way she did and spoke in the accent she had. Mama tried, but she had to spend so much time on her own self that it left little for her. Besides, she’s glad she didn’t learn from her mama; no one wants to be like Walburga, not if they didn’t severely hate themselves. What Sirius knows, she scraped together herself.

open tag for anyone who wants to show off a lil ;) go for it!

#euphemia potter #desi potters #(yes i realise i am stretching the meaning of sunday here but. well. gotta do what ya gotta do)#so it’s cheesy bc i was so high when i wrote this #i wrote like 1k yesterday #most of it for FoD and i’m scared to even touch that one #bc i just know. it’s so ridiculously flowery and emotion-y #ngl tho i do write better when i’m smoked up 💀 things flow much smoother #but yes #this might be my first snippet of this here?#so far i’ve only written potter family moments bc it’s somehow so easy?#(don’t look at me don’t perceive me)#but i really wanna write the bollywood style j/s moments too #anyway enjoyyyy this unedited mess #pen’s writing #first cousin sirius and james au when

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