A Different Path

Inspired by a popular infographic style here on tumblr, I have decided to code matching about & characters/family pages. My “victims” for the layout were the main cast of Fire Emblem: If (Fates), featuring some lovely art of f!Corrin by my good friend herukas & really basic edits by yours truly.

    「   ABOUT PAGE #004: ROYAL PORTRAIT by angelicxi   」     ↳ [  dark preview  &  light preview  ]     ❥ the link to the code is in the desc.

FEATURES

[ + ]  title & quote spaces; [ + ]  ample description space (set to scroll should your paragraph overflow); [ + ]  slot for an image of your choice (can be a pattern!), min. 650px height; [ + ]  pictogram menu on hover with home, ask & 2 extra links; [ + ]  the background can be anything tbh.

    「   CHARACTERS PAGE #002: LINEAGE by angelicxi   」     ↳ [  dark preview  &  light preview  ]     ❥ the link to the code is in the menu.

FEATURES

[ + ]  virtually endless entries; [ + ]  title & quote spaces; [ + ]  individual character image per entry, 200px x 300px; [ + ]  individual character description on-hover, quite ample space + overflow set to auto; [ + ]  the menu comes with home & ask + 3 extra links by default, but you can add a few more in; [ + ]  again, the background can be anything.

As always, instructions on how to edit are in the code itself (look out for gray text). If there’s something that confuses you/you need help with, do not hesitate to send me a message!

{ the angst edition is here! }

“you are so cheesy.”

“i didn’t know you were a romantic.”

“oh my god. i can’t believe you did this.”

“wait, let me get a picture!”

“you are absolutely ridiculous.”

“i have the perfect day planned out.”

“i made it myself.”

“i made it myself, which explains why it’s a little burnt.”

“i tried making it myself, but i figured food poisoning doesn’t make for a very good valentine’s day present.”

“has anyone ever told you that you have a funny idea of romantic?”

“where are we going to put a bear that big?”

“did i just hear a bark?”

“when you said you were planning something big, i didn’t expect it to be this big…”

“i told you you didn’t have to do anything!”

“this might be the happiest day of my life.”

“how did you know my favorite chocolate flavor?”

“help me find a vase for these flowers?”

“this holiday seems like the best opportunity to ask you out.”

“i know a place that sells hot chocolate with heart-shaped froth.”

“i want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”

“is today a good day to say i think i love you?”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

“i love you.”

“i love you so much. you know that, right?”

“…that’s for me?”

“…are those flowers?”

“…i didn’t get you anything, though.”

“you didn’t have to.”

me: REmAIn UNdeTecTeD

Is it;

A) Dragon Age’s Chantry army

B) Assassin’s Creed’s conspiracy theorists

Altair dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, willing the dreams of last night away.  They were growing more descriptive each time, lumps turning into rotting bodies, blood pooling around them.  Sometimes his hands were soaked in their blood other times the corpses came pack to life, maggots crawling over their decaying flesh as the corpses pulled at the white clothing Altair found himself in.  No matter how the dreams started they always ended up with whatever hallway he was stuck in being flooded with dark,unfeeling water.

The half-Syrian still felt the clammy fingers gripping at him hours after he woke up, miles away from his hotel bed on a bumpy bus headed to a dusty ruin in the Syrian countryside.  To be honest Altair hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip but his mother insisted that he learn more about his heritage on his father’s side and since he needed a few extra credits to graduate Amir went along with it.  It wasn’t worth fighting his mother on regardless.

The sound of screeching brakes jerked Altair out of his thoughts as the bus came to a halt at the foot of the hill that lead to Masayf.  The road wasn’t usable for a bus being to rough and steep for the large vehicle so a few carts for the tourists to be taken up in.  Making sure his white hoodie  was pulled up he climbed into the cart, Amber eyes narrowing as a brief image of robed figures wandering around crossed his vision. ‘Get it together’ Altair scolded himself, ‘none of these…hallucinations are real. They are just in your head.’ Which to be honest wasn’t much of a comfort. Kind of like a congrats on being crazy.

Soon enough the cart made it to the top of the hill with a final huff from the horses.  Gripping the edge of the cart Altair hoisted himself over the edge onto the ground-surprized by how fluid he managed to do the action. He wasn’t a clumsy guy bit grace wasn’t a strong point.  Turning to look at the castle a sense of familiarity washed over him. “So this is Masayf huh? It seems almost…sad.”

It hurt to think of his love even after all his years.  Part of the former Grand Master hoped she had been brought back as well but the larger part didn't want her to go through this. Shadow's offer to explain what century he was in made him pause. 

Someone stole my shit so I’m stealing it back.

Altair dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, willing the dreams of last night away.  They were growing more descriptive each time, lumps turning into rotting bodies, blood pooling around them.  Sometimes his hands were soaked in their blood other times the corpses came pack to life, maggots crawling over their decaying flesh as the corpses pulled at the white clothing Altair found himself in.  No matter how the dreams started they always ended up with whatever hallway he was stuck in being flooded with dark,unfeeling water.

The half-Syrian still felt the clammy fingers gripping at him hours after he woke up, miles away from his hotel bed on a bumpy bus headed to a dusty ruin in the Syrian countryside.  To be honest Altair hadn’t even wanted to come on this trip but his mother insisted that he learn more about his heritage on his father’s side and since he needed a few extra credits to graduate Amir went along with it.  It wasn’t worth fighting his mother on regardless.

The sound of screeching brakes jerked Altair out of his thoughts as the bus came to a halt at the foot of the hill that lead to Masayf.  The road wasn’t usable for a bus being to rough and steep for the large vehicle so a few carts for the tourists to be taken up in.  Making sure his white hoodie  was pulled up he climbed into the cart, Amber eyes narrowing as a brief image of robed figures wandering around crossed his vision. ‘Get it together’ Altair scolded himself, ‘none of these…hallucinations are real. They are just in your head.’ Which to be honest wasn’t much of a comfort. Kind of like a congrats on being crazy.

Soon enough the cart made it to the top of the hill with a final huff from the horses.  Gripping the edge of the cart Altair hoisted himself over the edge onto the ground-surprized by how fluid he managed to do the action. He wasn’t a clumsy guy bit grace wasn’t a strong point.  Turning to look at the castle a sense of familiarity washed over him. “So this is Masayf huh? It seems almost…sad.”

The unspoken question as to how not to mention why he was there was something Altair wanted to know.   "The boy is strong willed Sister not before returning to Masayf have I been strong enough to manage some control."  Altair was still, not moving anything but the muscles needed to speak.  The more his attention was divided the harder it was to keep control.  "And you know how I despise not being in control of a situation."