I restarted Skyrim recently and I forgot how much crap they make you go through before they let you meet Paarthurnax. And then you get up there and he’s like “but you didn’t come here to talk to an old dov.”
Buddy. Pal. Friend. That is the entire reason why I am here, let me love you.
McCree is all about doing it about his way, not seeing the need for fancy tech when he’s got his gun ready.
Sombra notes how stupid that is, as he could literally be using tons of tech at his disposal, but finds it attractive?? in a really good way?? A man who just relies on his sole abilities is something she finds admirable.
Thank you so much! I’m not a huge next-gen enthusiast or fan…I just like making fan kids and I prefer focusing on the main characters themselves. But really, I read your sweet message in the morning before work…had a pretty bad day…and then came home and read this again…Thank you for taking the time to send me your thoughts! It’s really appreciated and I’m so glad you like Rose’s design! I wanna do more with her in the future, like cute family doodles. Your message inspired me to make a few doodles, too. Much love to you, anon! 💕
You’re so sweet, anon…thank you for this lovely message!
And really, the commissions are more for me because I’m a commission addict who loves seeing pretty things of my OTP…the bonus is that it’s making other people smile when they see more content for their rarepair! That makes me all sorts of happy. 😊 Thank you again so much – I’ll take my time and try to get in touch with the fun side of creating content again!
I absorb all of Myra’s humor to be honest; she only makes jokes on a rare basis when she can grab the opportunity by the balls and make a really silly pun.
Like that time I said ‘Basch von Ronsenberg of Dalmasca?’ in the middle of an empty lumber mill parking lot when you were talking about Bosch power tools?
It doesn’t matter how terrifying or monstrous or deadly you make your eldritch monster, there’s gonna be a person who hauls themselves out of the sewers to tell you that they will personally fuck it.
This post has so many notes and it’s mostly people calling out their friends for being sewer-dwelling awful cryptid fuckers and I love it. Expose them.
I used to think i was introverted bc I really liked being alone but it turns out I just like being at peace & I am very extroverted when I’m around people who bring me peace
Juggling a couple art pieces this week so here’s a quick sketch of Damien from DDADDS. I always wanted to draw a darker version of Damien so here’s a start.
Not sure where all the DDADDS art went on my dash, but I can’t be the only one who’s still madly in love with the characters?
dfdskflasjgldsaf thank you! i’m really happy with how most of my overwatch sims turned out but i’m most proud of my sombra sim ❤ i’ll try to take some more screens of the others. i’ve got mercy, pharah, and hanzo that I think look pretty good!
another random sombra screen that i took that i really liked ❤
I mean I SAY I love the ‘Enemies to Lovers’ trope but what I really MEAN is that I love the
‘Enemies to Resentful Allies In A Time Of Crisis to Grudging Mutual Respect to Growing Fondness Concealed By Snark to Hurtful Betrayal to Slow Reconciliation With A Greater Understanding Of Each Other to Strange But Solid Friendship to Unexpected Feelings In A Time Of Crisis to Denying Their Feelings While Growing Closer As Friends to Epiphanies Of Love In The Worst Possible Circumstances to Mutual Pining to Unbearable Sexual Tension to Lovers’
McCree thought it would take forever to convince her to go with him, but she gave him after a few offers of her choice of date nights. Almost worried, McCree goes to her dorm to find the very mysterious and lurking girl he knows can absolutely dress up for the occasion. In a swirling fabric of purple, blue and even pink, Sombra stands like the north star in the night sky.
Sombra compliments him on cleaning up so well. After telling him to pick his jaw off of the ground, she leads him to the dance.
I mentioned in this post that Sombra never officially takes McCree’s last name, as they don’t legally get married. However, they do consider themselves married after they give each other wedding rings when Noé comes along. Whenever Sombra thinks of her true name, she just pictures it as ‘Olivia Colomar McCree’.
As with being called Mrs. McCree, Sombra always takes it on because she doesn’t see a problem with it. Plus, McCree absolutely loves hearing anyone referring to her as Mrs. McCree, and it makes him very sappy towards her afterwards. Something about knowing she’s his wife in every way possible just melts his soul.
Also:
Sombra: Are you going to do this every time someone calls me Mrs. McCree?
McCree, after referring to Sombra as his wife for the 100th time that evening: Yes.
Sombra loves touching McCree and being soft and tracing every piece of him. McCree can’t stop talking about how much he loves her and how amazing she is in every aspect.
I’ve already stated that I won’t post anything related to Sassy Noctis here, but this ask was sitting in my ask box for a long time and I felt bad for not realizing that it was still there, so I’ll answer it here, BUT, please please please, send Sassy Noctis asks to the ASK BLOG I made, not here. I’ll also be posting it on the Ask blog too (gotta bring in those followers you know.) Thank you.
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“To sleep or to black out, that is the alcohol.”
“Noct…”
“Hm?”
“Are you SERIOUSLY drinking at 1 in the afternoon?”
“Yup.”
“….WHY?”
Noctis actually paused from taking a sip and looked thoughtful.
“That’s a good question. Why in the afternoon? Why not in the morning? “
“Noct.”
“I can have a shot the moment I wake up now that I think about it.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s how I’m gonna perceive it. Sorry Glads, the alcoholic in me has spoken. “
“You’re seriously gonna drink the moment you wake up every morning.”
“Well why not? Prompto does it already. Right Prom?”
“A flask a day keeps the soberness away.”
“What the hell? When did you get here?!”
“About 10 minutes ago. “
“I’m somewhat drunk and I’ve been notice him, we gotta talk about your lack of awareness. “
“Speaking like a sober man there Noct.”
“Blasphemy, I need to rectify this with more booze.”
“You don’t need anymore Noct.”
“I need more drinks like you need more patience.”
“Nice one.”
“I know, I’m a comedian.”
“If it wasn’t for the fact that it would make you idiots happy, I would have gone looking for a drink right now.”
“You can have some of mine.”
“NO.”
“Don’t waste you flask on him Prom, he’s just jealous I can act sober while drunk off my ass during diplomatic talks.”
“That should NOT be possible.”
“And yet it’s a talent I was born with. Get off my back you lightweight.”
“I’m not a light weight, you just drink as if it’s WATER.“
“Prompto do we still have the rum?”
“Rum’s all gone.”
“Why’s the rum always gone? “
“LISTEN TO ME.”
“Gladio, if you’re not gonna get us rum, go hug a Cactuar. “
Gladiolus opened his mouth to make a retort before he paused for a moment and slowly turned to look at the smiling blonde. “Prompto..”
“Yees?” Gladio narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“How did you manage to get all the way here without anyone knowing?” Prompto’s smile dropped and he blinked, sharing a brief look with Noctis, he held up one finger as if to answer before slowly bringing it down, looking confused himself.
“I didn’t.” It was Gladio’s turn to blink.
“What.” Prompto looked away, grabbing his flask and hunching his shoulders.
“I didn’t come here without anyone knowing.” He elaborated, a grin making an appearance as he took a drink.
“Who let you in?” He pressed, feeling a headache appearing.
Prompto didn’t say anything, taking a long drink, eyes looking at anything but him.
Gladio opened his mouth to ask again but was taken off guard as the doors to the training room burst open, revealing multiple Crownsguard and a few Kingsglaive trying to catch their breath.
Gladio took in their disheveled appearance then looked at Prompto, who was drinking while still pretending to not notice anything.
Gladio pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh.
“What the fuck did he do?”
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“What do you mean he knocked them out?”
“You knocked them out?” Noctis raised an eyebrow, his tone showing approval. “Nice.”
“Thanks!”
“Prompto, this isn’t funny.” Prompto scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I didn’t do anything that bad.”
“You roundhouse kicked one while throwing another at 4 of them!!” Noctis let out soft snort of amusement.
“And he hasn’t been hired yet? Cor’s losing his touch.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him that your highness.” Said a Kingsglaive with a easy grin. Noctis stared for a moment before pointing at him.
“Answer quickly. Name?”
“Nyx Ulric.”
“Where?”
“Galahd.”
“Nickname in the Kingsglaive?”
“Hero.”
“Favorite drink?”
“Whiskey.” Nyx smirked before adding. “ Vodka when I’m in a mood.”
“Good man.” Noctis grinned, holding up his flask in a mockery of a toast.
“Are you done trying to find drinking buddies?” Gladio growled, pulling the prince away from his conversations
“Nope.”
“Doesn’t matter, shut up.”
“Absolutely not.” He shrugged off his shield’s arm, and looked at everyone.
“The only reason everyone’s here is because the Crownsguard got their asses handed to them by a skinny blonde guy with good taste in drinks.”
“And food!” Noctis nodded in agreement.
“And food.” The Crownsguard started to protest but Noctis held up a hand.
“No, you guys failing to keep ONE person out, just goes to show that you’ve been slacking, I’ll be informing Cor of this failure immediately.” He looked at them, staring at each person long enough for them to flinch.
“Now all Crownsguard go get checked out, and if you see Cor, tell him to see me.” The shamed guard bowed before exiting the training room, embarrassment in each step.
Silence filled the room for a brief moment before Prompto broke it.
“Nice acting.” Noctis shrugged.
“Thanks.” Nyx blinked.
“That was acting?” Gladio sat down, rubbing his head in frustration.
“He’s drunk, I know he’s drunk and yet it’s still hard to believe when he acts like THAT.”
“I’m gifted.” Noctis took a step away from the angry man coming his way.
“Gifted in pissing me off.” Noctis gave him a lazy smirk.
“What, you just realized that?” He moved away when Gladiolus looked ready to strangle him.
“Hey hey, No one’s killing anyone,“ Nyx said, stepping in front of the Noctis. “No matter the reason.”
“Good work Hero .” Noctis nodded half heartedly, frowning as he looked inside his flask. “It’s nice to see someone willing to stand up and defend me when my own shield is pissed.”
“He can’t hide you from me forever princess.”
“I’ll help him!” Prompto grinned, ignoring the glare directed his way. “No ones killing Noct!”
“Not even for Chocobos?” Asked Gladio sarcastically.
Prompto paused at those words.
Everyone stared at him while Noctis raised an eyebrow, amusement on his face.
“You’re considering it, aren’t you?”
Prompto hummed and leaned away when Gladio growled.
“You’re actually considering that!?”
“N-No of course not!”
“You were! What type of friends are you making Noct?!”
“The best kind.”
“Come one. I’m sure he was joking.” Nyx stepped in, placing a hand on the young shield’s shoulder.
Noctis smirked and shook his head, enjoying what was happening. “Nah, he was actually considering it.”
Prompto opened his mouth to deny his words before he paused and thought about it for a moment, shrugging.
“No yeah, He’s right, I was.” In respond, Nyx moved to hook his hands under Gladio’s arms, and seemed to be holding the angry man back. Prompto was laughing and leaning always when it seemed Gladio was close to hitting him. It looked like chaos might reign at any moment, and Noctis watched it all with a raised eyebrow, sending his now empty flask back into the amiger and summoning a new one.
Idly, he took a sip while wondering who would throw the first punch.
Hi Anon, thanks for the ask! Per my FAQ, romantic asks are kept gender-neutral, so this will use they/them. This also assumes their S/O was loud somewhere it wasn’t inappropriate as that would change their reactions some. 🙂
Noctis takes a good month to put 2 and 2 together, and when he does he immediately looks up from his phone and over to his S/O next to him on the couch. “Hey, you do you.” They’re confused, and he goes on. “Be excited or whatever…I mean, so long as you’re not at a funeral.”
Prompto waits until the next day to say something when he sees they’re still subdued. “Don’t be down or embarrassed! It’s okay to be into stuff and sometimes get a little loud!” He only pauses for a moment before snickering and tacking on a that’s what she said, making them laugh too.
Gladio looks at said snide-comment maker the second his S/O lowers their eyes and voice. “Somethin’ wrong with being loud in a park? Or is it only okay if you’re being a jerk?” He leads them away to do something else, but his immediate defense cheers his S/O up quickly.
Ignis watches them for a couple of days before talking to them. “Are you still dwelling on that remark? You weren’t the one out of line there.” When his S/O is still embarrassed, he takes them to do something that is sure to get them excited and bubbly again–once they see it’s okay, they keep it up.
Noctis doesn’t register the shirt at first, so his S/O makes sure to wear it again…and again…and again…until finally he notices the image the fourth time. He’s more embarrassed it took him that long to notice than he is over the moose shirt. He gets a laugh out of it.
Prompto stares at the shirt, goes to say something, then changes his mind. He’s on edge the whole visit until he finally blurts out “what is on your shirt, why do you have that?!” as he goes to leave. His S/O is amused he tried to brush it off for so long.
Gladio raises an eyebrow and grins. His S/O laughs and explains the origins of the shirt and he laughs as well before reminding them that teasing will occur if they ever wear that in public. For a month after seeing the shirt, any romantic overture begins with “Hey, wanna re-create the moose shirt?”
Ignis’ S/O didn’t even know that puns about moose mating existed until he saw the shirt and threw three of them out there completely straight-faced. He’s perfectly fine with them wearing whatever in their own home, and other than the puns never brings it up.
Noctis doesn’t understand how they can be homophobic? He’s never actually met a homophobic person before, so he spends a really long time trying to argue with them. He only stops when he sees you sitting there looking a little nervous. When you guys leave their house, he spends the rest of the night making sure you’re okay.
Gladio doesn’t say anything. He’s mad, and you can see that it’s almost physically painful for him to keep quiet, but he doesn’t want to make things worse. When you guys leave, he asks you if you’re alright. He also asks if you think it’s healthy being around your parents if they seem to hate you so much.
Ignis is confused. How could they talk to their gay son like that, in front of his very gay boyfriend? He wants to appeal to their humanity. Why have a child if they can’t love them no matter what? But Ignis also grew up in an abusive household, so his instinct is to make himself as small as possible. He’s quick to suggest you stop talking to your parents, once you both leave, and he apologizes for not being very helpful.
Prompto gets stiff and nervous. He regrets asking to meet your parents, because you deserve better than to be talked to like this. All he can think about is getting you out of there as gracefully as possible, but he’s also very ungraceful when he’s upset. He ends up faking sick so that you guys can leave, and you might catch him googling “how to deal with homophobic parents” later.
Cor also keeps quiet, but that glare is deadly. He asks you if it’s okay to cut the visit short. When you guys are going back to his house, he tells you that you aren’t obligated to keep people around just because you’re related. If you rely on them in any way, he offers to step in and help you out so you don’t have to anymore. He’s focused on making sure you don’t have to deal with your parents unless it’s because you want to.
Ravus absolutely loses it. How dare they suggest that something’s wrong with him? How dare they suggest something’s wrong with you? In any other situation, your parents probably wouldn’t care about him. But he’s the prince, and he’s frothing at the mouth, and they’re a little scared. The energy he exudes normally can be intimidating, but when he’s mad it’s horrifying… And a little satisfying.
Ardyn is the least affected. He’s old as life, homophobia’s nothing new to him. Hell, it feels like just yesterday that people stopped classifying it as a mental illness. In his mind, you two being together isn’t illegal anymore, so whatever your parents say is rude but whatever. It’s not until he sees that you’re upset that he snaps at them.
Hi Anon, thanks for the ask! If you search “depression” on my blog, you can see posts where the Chocobros comfort a depressed S/O, but here I’m writing about them discovering the diagnosis. 🙂
Noctis tends to digest heavy information later, so he doesn’t react too much at first, simply asks his S/O if they need anything. He probably processes it a week later and calls them/wakes them up in the middle of the night in a panic.
Prompto has a lot of questions–are they going to therapy? On medication? Do they pinky-promise to tell him if they’re feeling suicidal? If they take medication, he becomes a champion dosage reminder.
Gladio is glad he has a name for what they’re fighting–and to him, it is a fight. They’re fighting against it every day. Helps his S/O with breathing exercises and gives “kick its ass” pep talks a lot.
Ignis is probably who suggested they go to therapy to begin with and isn’t surprised at the diagnosis. Open to trying all kinds of things to help his S/O cope with their depression. Refuses to let them skip more than one meal.
some more poor judgements later I doodled more fem ffxv and even MORE noctis being envious of everyone else’s boobies (also a tiny fem ignoct on the side because I’m gay and love ignoct)
So I just defeated Alduin and now Odahviing is my best friend ever.
Fort needs clearing? BURN IT TO THE GROUND. Feel like eating mammoth? DEATH FROM ABOVE. Disagree with my choices in the civil war? I HAVE A DRAGON YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.
Alduin: i’m gonna eat the fucking PLANET bitch!!1
Durnehviir: tbh i just wanted my own army of undead slaves, idk what went wrong
Odahviing: you wanna square up with Alduin? well hop onto me and hold on tight, ’cause this is gonna be FUN! yeehaw!
Paarthurnax: feel free to come by for a visit whenever you feel like it, kid. i’ll get Argneir to make us some tea and we can discuss the meaning of life and watch sunrise together.
Yollokmir: Dovahkiin, my buddy, my friend, my bro! you feelin’ ok? need me to boil you some water? bite the head off of that bandit fella? fly you over this river? it’s starting to snow btw so pls get under my wing so you don’t catch a cold!
‘‘The skies cannot wait Thuri! Hold on!’‘ A rough class sketch I did yesterday, painted / finished today. Also that’s not the correct way to ride a dragon xD
Noctis needs held on the nights he can’t sleep. His nightmares keep him up more than anyone would think and as he gets older, his sleepless nights become more frequent. He loves having his head on his partners chest and having his hair stroked.
Ignis needs held when he acts like he doesn’t need anything. He’ll be stressed and a little snippy, trying to do a million things at once and putting himself last. His partner needs to just wrap their arms around him from behind and he’ll come to a stop.
Gladio needs held more often than anyone thinks. He needs held at night, when his thoughts become too much for him to handle and he feels as though he’s drowning in his own insecurities and fear. Little spoon him. It’ll be enough.
Prompto needs held on his quiet days. That’s what he calls the days when depression gets the better of him and everything looses it’s color and flare. He’ll need held in bed, because he isn’t getting up, and he’ll snuggle into anyone who’s holding him.
Ravus needs held in the mornings, when he doesn’t want to start another day alone. He’s missing an arm and his family, but with his partner, maybe he can do anything. Stroke his cheek and kiss his forehead and he’ll have the strength to face one more day.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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