if you receive this you make someone happy. Go on anonymous and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or some you think need cheering up. If you get some back, even better. ♥♥ (!!!! yes I love seeing you on my dash!)
(I dunno. How do you make them? I mean, I really do appreciate the offer but I don’t want to trouble you. I just see people make these cool icons and I have no clue how? I’m a little behind, I guess… )
;{ ah nah, you’re not troubling me. tbh, I like making icons, and I especially love it when they get used by other people. So, to have a friend like you use ‘em would make me really excited that they’re getting used!
As for how I make them? Well, I use a program called: Photoshop Elements. It’s a free program that’s the closest to photoshop i can get to work on my computer w/out buying photoshop time. ( I would put a link here on where to get it, but everytime I look for it, I can never find it again ;;; )
Then, I typically look over other people’s “fancy” icons to get ideas, then just roll with whatever I like. I know that if you want icons with a border, there’s a few options you can take since having a plain white border is sometimes a pain because white backgrounds are the most common in any art and in the manga, so you can add a small black outline of the border, make it 50% opacity and there’s that! A white border you can see at all times.
Then there’s these round icons. It’s pretty simple, tough it took me forever to figure out how. You grab the outline tool and it should be able to turn into a circle. Make the circle on your 100x100 canvas, clip an image above it, and then poof! Round icons. Just make sure to save it as “None interlaced” because if you do the other option it just looks wonky. Also, check to make sure you have the checkered background that tells you you have no background, or else it’ll just look strange on your blog. ( >has made this mistake before< )
For the weird ‘line’ thing you see, I have two options. One of them is a “Cookie Cutter” option that’s just a row of diagonal lines which I can fill in a layer above, apply the diagonal lines with the cookie cutter to that layer ( which then makes black lines above the image ) and then ‘overlay’ it. These are thicker, more prominent lines. The other one I used is a fill in pattern of lines which are a lot more small and thin.
Icons are always fun to make, though I’m still struggling with .gif icons, no-matter how much I struggle to try and make them. }
(Your icons are so pretty, I wish I could make pretty icons. )
;{ tbh, I kind’ve cheat, ‘cuz I have a template that I just put all the pictures through so that I don’t have to keep re-making it over and over again and have consistent icons.
but, if you’d like, I could run some of your icons through my template so you can have them ‘pretty’? Or I can make you your own template. }
You are the worlds play thing. it is seen as eyes narrow towards those who walk among you that they do not understand what it is they have done. what can not be undone. the scar upon the world was so much more harsh than any could believe, and even in his own chest he knows there will never be true forgiveness.
not from him. not from anyone.
humans make mistakes. it is said again and again until the words bleed into one’s ears and brain, unable to think anything else. if they make so many mistakes why are they not asking for forgiveness? why do they toy with everyone else and expect them to follow? there is a bitterness upon his tongue, though he does not speak it, does not care to.
he has been given another ( ungodly ) chance, and he would not see it become worthless.
✚ idk pick some muse 'cuz fuck we have like all of the same muses.
Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ✚::
There are days you can’t get up. flynn scifo is used to these days, though he never admits to it. he knows the draining work he is forced to apply day-in, day-out. the night dragging on the edges of his eyes, unable to do anything but follow the suns whims as it rises in the early morn.
it hurts sometimes.
hurting is why he is here. sitting at the steps outside the castle, hands placed in his knees as he tries to think. it is raining, there is no knights running about, there is only those who are stationed in doors for now, and for once flynn is thankful for such a thing.
a commandant was supposed to be a symbol. someone who would never tire, never grow frustrated, someone who could lead with confidence and grace. his stomach twisted into knots as he bits hard on the inside of his cheek. what is he supposed to do? he’s leading them the best he can, but there isn’t anything else he can do.
he knows if he continues he shall grow bitter. grow like the man before him. for Aʟᴇxᴇɪ Dɪɴᴏɪᴀ was just that. a man who people over estimated, seen too much for what he was not. he did not want to become that. he does not want to become that.
a bit back sob is held between teeth. rain is soaking through his uniform, drenching him, his hair plastering to skin. pressure building. it would continue to build, and if he did not find a way to release it ...
all the love and dedication to this job, to this duty, would backfire like a loaded gun into his own heart.
No-one ever suspects him. it is not that he is perfect, far beyond. such that he hears whispers from those of his court, sees them line up outside his door to tell him of complaints which are nothing but petty greviences as they work to build trust once more.
perhaps it would be best, one would think, to leave him alone. to let him wallow in a world of sorrow until he can no longer distinguish between reality and that of his imagination.
yet he does not listen. he ignores it, let’s golden eyes soften, a smile worked upon lips already well practiced in dalliances with words which mean nothing. a hand lifts.
it rests upon his head in quiet contemplation. bangs fall over his face. it’s so dark. Alone …
a hand is offered to him and it is what jolts the king from his stupor. a knight stands there, a smile twisted upon his expression and the gentleness from that smile, dual colored eyes looking back at him a reminder of debts he could never repay. could never forget.
“Asbel … “ it is a debt he does not mind being unable to repay even while it tears at his chest. “what brings you here?”
Aster was amazed. the town, the way the world was able to stand upon it’s own, the mana returning all season to normal ... it was so beautiful, and something of him was just amazed to walk around places he had seen before ( even the places needing to be rebuilt ). an accidental brush of his shoulder and he turned, a smile on his lips -- “Excuse me, miss.”
x. “that’s not what i — !” rather than finish those words, he pauses.
aster. he’s teasing, though he’d known from the start save for the small shadow of doubt. two steps forward is all it takes for the other to be within arm’s length. extending a gloved hand, he tousles the hair on top of his head briefly before that hand comes to rest on the shoulder nearest to him.
“i like you just fine.” seventeen & naivete included.
Aster tilts his head once he’s been ‘caught’. fingers brushing through gold locks, messing through hair before finding an odd comfort upon his shoulder.
“Speaking of liking just fine-- what did you think on that newest research paper?” He queries, topic to change on the dime of the situation now his teasing has been ratted out ( for now ) and instead looking towards a mutual conversation piece. “The one that just got nominated for something by the professors?”
“I think it had something to do with
converging of mana between the old
tree and this new one?”
x. ‘ plenty old ‘ he says. “you’re still one of the most naïve humans i know!” stepping in front of a punch meant for a half-elf was definitive evidence of that .. . but it isn’t as though he wasn’t grateful. he could have the best of intentions & the discrimination still wouldn’t cease .. . but with humans like aster .. . there’s hope. given a second chance at that situation, the results would be vastly different.
is that what he would have really wanted? probably not.
he’s satisfied with this result.
A small chuckle spills between lips. he knows. knows what Richter believes, how he says it. he understands it too, oddly enough. not that he believes in it. humans had fallings, as did elves, half-elves, and so much more. so perhaps it was simple thinking, perhaps it was naive thinking, either way, his thoughts were his own. his actions were his own. and he would not regret a single one.
He moves closer, hands clasped behind his back as he looks up at Richter wryly. “You say that like you don’t like it.”
x. “.. . “ this is where they’ve always differed, but unlike others — it didn’t become a point of contention with aster. actions have always spoken louder than words & he’s concluded that emotions often lose their meaning with words that just don’t add up.
pulling himself out of his thoughts, a gloved hand comes to rest on his side. “you’ve not fallen lately, have you? you’re too young to be forgetful.”
It was a playful tug at his tone, though he did not argue with the half-elf. He knew already where he stood, and knew where he could stop, though that did not mean he did not appreciate where words could take someone. How thoughts could transcend through vocals to follow up with actions. “I don’t know, seventeen is plenty old, don’t you think?”
To hear that she wasn’t the only one to mistake him for Emil made her feel a little less embarrassed about doing so herself. It faded entirely within seconds, as she wondered to herself if maybe…
Maybe Marta did, too? She could only imagine how awkward that could of been. Even so, she could see why. He might of not been Emil, but even his responses were relaxing, much like Emil’s. He offered friendliness, and because of that, she gave her full attention in return. Her previous thoughts remain unspoken, as she listens carefully.
Something about having the same face stands out, and it’s true. They really do alike and she can see that, but she doesn’t question what he might mean by that. A nod is given his way.
“You haven’t, but neither have I.” He seemed to be aware of her status, though. “I know you aren’t Emil, at least.” To that, she lets out a laugh. It seems she’s already comfortable, maybe because of his appearance and personality.
Aster gave an apologetic smile, though the words never left his lips. No, instead he was warm as his hand lifted, going to offer itself to her in case she would want a ‘proper’ introduction. He was quite familiar with protocol and dictations to how someone had ought to treat their elders, but the chosen seemed kind enough, and seemed not too stressed. Which was good!
After all, Aster wasn’t about to try and be stressful to someone he just met. Especially someone he felt ... rather good about.
He had one of those feelings again. Just like with Richter, except perhaps it was less in your face, but rather a quiet good. Someone Aster was rather certain he could be friends with easily. If they talked a lot, that is.
“Aster,” he introduced, nodding his head to her. “Aster Laker. I was once a researcher from Sybak, though I doubt you’ve heard on me.” He offered her his profession as well, figuring it was only fair. He knew what she was most known for, so he offered his own.
The only way the Chosen, ( Colette, right? ) would know of him, was if she ran into some of his old professors, and he doubted she would have. There was no reason for the Chosen to do so. “It’s my pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard an awful lot about what you’ve done to help the world, and if it’s alright with you, from a scientifical standpoint, it was absolutely brilliant what you and your friends accomplished.” He could gush for hours about everything he’d read, ask her questions regarding the differing abilities and circumstances ...
But, he also knew if he were to start, he wouldn’t stop. So, with a glimmer in his eye and a smile on his lips, he left the compliment there. “I know it may not be the best memories for you, but you did really well, Colette.”
Emil was really surprised when Aster started fishing in his coat for what he could only assume be the book on topic. His coat didn’t seem that big, but he sure did fit a lot of stuff in it without it looking too bulgy. Emil couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was a magical coat or something. Maybe it was bigger on the inside?
Emil leaned in to see the contents of Aster’s sleepover book better. He had a hard time believing that someone wrote such a book. Maybe Tethe’allians are just weird… though wouldn’t that make Aster equally as weird for picking up the book in the first place? And Emil had to admit, the book piqued his curiosity, so he was probably just as weird too.
Watching as Aster flipped through the pages of the book, Emil saw a lot of things mentioned he has never done before. He didn’t really have friends he could ask to do any of these things with… well not without laughing at him anyway. He was sure Lloyd or Genis would laugh at him before agreeing to join, especially if a pillow fight was involved. Marta probably wouldn’t be much better. Everyone else seemed too mature to consider asking them to join him in this.
It was awkward to ask any of them to do these things with him. Emil is suppose to be a summon spirit thousands of years old. It was weird for him to want to do something like this, wasn’t it?
But Aster seemed earnestly interested in doing anything this book said from cover to cover, so it wouldn’t be embarrassing if they did it together. This kinda thing is something Aster should have grown out of by now too, right? And he didn’t seemed the least bit concerned about how it looked to others. He just wanted to have a good time.
“Oh well, unless you count traveling with everyone, I’ve never had a sleepover before,” Emil said. “So if you really don’t mind, I would be happy to stay.”
Emil hoped that maybe out of this, he could become good friends with Aster.
It didn’t seem strange to Aster that he was curious about these prospects. He was from a few standpoints, some almost scientifically. Then there was just him wanting to have fun with a friend in ways he hadn’t tried before. His fingers slid across different pages in thought. He knew he had those types of ‘work’ before too, so he wouldn’t consider it as somthing like a sleep over. “I think sleep overs are supposed to be ... more random than that?” Not that he truly knew. Maybe he should re-read this book to figure it out again.
Aster’s head lifted as he gave a lopsided grin. Emil would be? That was great! Though where to start? “That’s fantastic! We could use the time to learn more about each other.” Each had the other’s face, so they might as well learn about them.
Couldn’t have one of them mistaken for the other and not know anything about each-other. Aster twiddled his thumbs lightly, forcing back querries about summon spirits and centurions as he tried to focus upon the other person in front of him.
“Like what it’s like! I mean ... you’re Ratatosk, technically, right? What’s it like to be human?” The words spilled past Aster’s lips before he could catch himself. Green eyes quick to swoop away from the other’s face, a flush of embarrassment to his own interest. Oh goodness, this was wrong. “Or, I mean, there’s other stuff we could do. There’s a few things, according to the book, though I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“I’m just as new at this as you are!”
Things kid’s did. Aster mostly remembered spending time as a ‘kid’ ( he supposed the ages would be from five to ten years old ) was studying, working on books, not really talking to the other kids his age because they couldn’t ever seem to understand him very well. And then, when you got to Sybak, the ‘kids’ were in their late teenage years and already grown out of ‘kiddish’ hobbies.
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