Gladio x Noctis: protective and sweet and generally good for your soul. A little competition is good and they are happy.
Gladio x Ignis: mom and dad fic and is very sweet very natural, they take care of the boys and it’s like candy for your soul mouth. Cavities in your soul.
Prompto x Gladio: usually sex, enemies to friends to lovers, always adorable, lots of cuddling. Lots of wall sex.
Prompto x Noctis: Funny and sweet and generally happy, best friends to lovers and cute and almost Pretty Woman style. Not quite but it’s there. Lots of Chocobos.
Prompto x Ignis: kinda hot, Prompto is either a naughty child and flirts with stiff authority figure Ignis or Ignis is a naughty boy and Prompto doesn’t know how to people so blushing.
Ignis x Noctis: LITERALLY THE MOST DEPRESSING AND HEARTBREAKING THING WHAT the ACTUAL FUCK. Let these boys be happy PLEASE. STOP GIvinG UP your LIVES plEase.
McSombra – (#18) Waking up with amnesia AU (anon…why do you do this?)
Sombra has never begged for anything in her life – so when she begged McCree not to go on that mission, she meant it. Of course, she had no real control over what he chose to do. So in the end, he went with teammates on that mission against a budding terrorist threat.
She knew she had a bad feeling about it all and when she finally discovers that the mission is over and that McCree is in critical condition, she’s both terrified and livid.
It wouldn’t take her long to override the watchpoint’s security system and watch McCree through surveillance, but she’s too scared to – she doesn’t want to see the condition McCree is in. It would break her heart to see what those bastards did to Jesse.
She lets some weeks pass before she reads the doctor’s notes and sees that he’s finally in more stable condition. But there’s a note that alarms her – amnesia. Retrograde. Patient cannot recall any events that occurred past the year 2068
Her heart sinks when she processes this information. Does this mean…she no longer exists in his mind? All those memories are gone? It takes her even longer to bring herself out of the painful state this realization has brought her. It nearly breaks her to do so but she decides she has to see McCree. Even if he doesn’t remember her, she has to see him one more time…the last time.
Without Talon’s constant vigilance, Sombra’s able to reach Gibraltar, easily making her way inside and toward the medical ward where she knows McCree has been recovering.
When she slips into the room undetected, she finds McCree sleeping. Or at least, she thinks he is.
“Now I can’t see ya,” he starts, eyes still closed. “But I know you’re there.”
It isn’t much, but even now, he’s still able to detect her and she can’t help but smile at the thought.
She knows the doctor’s been working with him, therapy of sorts; it’s all in his medical record. He’s been able to remember a few things but it’s mostly just acceptance. Her heart goes out to him but she knows it means nothing.
When she drops the stealth-cloak, he sits up, eyeing her suspiciously. His hand moves to hover over the button that will call for the doctor.
“Explain yourself, stranger, before you find yourself in a messy situation.”
She stares at him, pressed against the door, hands behind her back. It matters not that he could call for his friends at any time. Sombra just wants to stare at him. Because she’s so used to him eventually coming home – smiling at her. It nearly causes her to tear up again but she catches herself.
“I won’t hurt you,” is the lame excuse that comes out of her mouth.
He looks unimpressed but almost amused with a small quirk of his eyebrow. “What makes you think you can hurt me?” he asks.
Shaking her head, she remains her spot. She won’t approach until he invites her. “I can kill you. But I won’t. I don’t want. Soy una amiga.”
“Yer no friend of mine. I think I’d remember being friends with someone like you.”
The words hurt immensely – but the implication – the realization of just how far gone he is hurts her the most. She treasured his love, yes, but his friendship was even more precious to her. And now, they were both gone.
“You can’t remember much of anything though, can you?”
Her reply leaves her mouth faster than her mind can process – a way to defend herself, really, in the only way she can. She realizes her mistake when he snarls and gets up from the bed, already making his way toward her. Anger touches at his shoulders; it’s in his heavy footsteps and the intensity of the glare he’s focusing on her. She lets him grab her by the collar of her coat and stares at him, trying to search his umber eyes for any sign that her pistolero is still here.
He’s not.
“Just what do you know about me?” he demands, fingers still tightly clasped in the leather of her overjacket.
“Everything.” She lets him hold on. “I told you, soy una amiga.” Then she looks down, away from those angry, distant eyes. “Pues…fui una amiga.” It takes her a bit but she swallows her pride and sighs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Silence passes between them until he lets her go, dropping her to her feet and huffs, moving away toward the window. “What’s it matter?” he asks, mostly to himself. “You’re right, anyway. I can’t remember anything other than being angry at my commander, then suddenly, I’m a thirty-nine year old man, my bones are achin’, and my boss’s been dead for years. Friends are still here but it’s like I don’t know ‘em anymore.” She can see his reflection in the glass of the window and the anger that touched at his face has been replaced with exhaustion. “The world’s changed so much…and I ain’t seen none of it.”
She says nothing for a while before she dares to approach, stopping only a few feet away from his spot. “You’ve seen it all,” she tells him. “But maybe it’s best you don’t remember. Not much has changed.” She can attest to that personally. “Things haven’t gotten much better. The world still sucks.” The only good thing that happened to her was…
An exhale through his nostrils lets her know he’s laughing. “I know that. I’ve always known that.” His eyes still wander, as if searching for something beyond the horizon, over the dark sea water. “I was just hopin’…maybe after all this time, I would’ve found something worth fightin’ for. Somethin’ that honestly made me happy, just once.”
Sombra feels her heart jump at his confession, and she can’t help but wonder if he meant her. He was certainly her happiness, and Jesse often told her that she was his. Either way, it meant nothing now.
“Why are you telling me this?” she questions, unable to contain her curiosity, despite her already broken soul begging her to stop with the questions. The more she hears, the more she hurts.
He shrugs. “Hell, I dunno. Reckon no one else here understands what the hell I’m talkin’ ‘bout. And besides,” he says, and he stares at her reflection. “You said yer a friend of mine, didn’t you?” When she nods, he continues. “It ain’t so strange, then…sayin’ all this to a friend. Shoot, I must be important to ya.”
“What makes you say that?” Sombra asks, genuinely curious as to how he came to that conclusion, even with amnesia.
“Well, darlin’, yer here in the middle o’ the night, somehow gettin’ past my locked door and everyone else and ya say ya could kill me…but ya didn’t. All ya came here ta do was see me, right?”
She doesn’t give him a straight answer, instead moving to stand next to McCree and looks out at the sea, finding comfort in the way the waves roll over one another in an endless pattern. “You meant a great deal to me.”
“’Meant’?” He almost sounds offended.
To which she regards him, no humor in her eyes or on her lips. “You said it yourself. For both of us, everything’s different, everything’s changed.” She tries hard not to choke over her next thought. “But for me, nothing will ever be the same again.”
“How do I know you?” McCree asks after another pause slips between them. He sounds hopeful but tired, and that’s exactly how Sombra feels going through this conversation with him. Her heart is hopeful but everything else is tired – it’s like the entirety of her being knows that the result of this encounter will not be what she so desperately wishes.
“Through circumstance,” she says honestly. “A common enemy made us temporary partners. And maybe drunken nights and going through hell on earth made us friends. It turns out you’re persistent, almost as much as I am.” She snorts, her first touch of hilarity ever since she’s heard the news of his amnesia. “I’ve never met anyone as amazingly stubborn as you,” she says, remembering the day he vowed he’d help her leave Talon’s influence, as always, biting off more than he could chew. But the crazy gringo did it. That was one of the many reasons she loved him. “I’d never met anyone like you, McCree.”
He stares at her before rubbing the back of his neck and clearing his throat. “Sorry…about bein’ rough with ya earlier. I ain’t normally like that. I just ain’t been sleepin’ too good lately. Lots o’ things on my mind…or like ya said, tryin’ to remember those things.”
With a weak lift of her shoulders, Sombra waves the apology off. “No me molesta.” Lies. “I’m used to hostility. Nada nuevo.” Like from his friends. From everyone, really.
McCree seems to allow himself a smile. “Guess I was just angry. Of all the things in the world to forget, I can’t forgive myself for forgettin’ someone as pretty as you.”
Damn this man and his ability to pull her heart strings with that stupid smile and those eyes of his. She was a fool to fall in love. It hurts too much to be left behind. She laughs, despite herself, and this time, the hot, burning sensation pinches the corner of her eyes.
“Siempre has sido un adulador.”
“Why?”
When he asks, she looks up, forgetting the tears that are now visible in her eyes.
“Why can I say all this to you? Why do I feel like I can tell ya anything?” His fist clenches. “Why do I feel like if I ever made some stupid decision, I’d find you there, ready to back me up?”
Ironically, she didn’t support his last choice. And it’s the one that led to this very situation.
“I’ve met people – good people – who claim they know me and that we’re friends but I don’t feel like this with ‘em.” He shakes his head before facing her, stepping closer. His eyes seem to beg her for an answer. “What am I to you?”
And she wonders if she’ll ever forgive herself for not being able to give him the answer he needs. But she can’t lie. Even if he needs a lie, she can’t be anything but selfish.
“You’re everything to me, Jesse.”
Shadows rely on light to exist – the more powerful the light, the more prominent the shadow. He was her sun, helping her cast the largest shadow she’s ever run in. He is a sun – as such, many others rely on him to exist. She knows this. She has other light sources – she will never truly disappear. But she will forever crave the days she had the sun shining its light upon her. Nothing will ever compare. Knowing these truths is painful but the sooner she accepts it, the sooner she can move on.
He has his friends again – he has Overwatch. Who is she to take that away from him? She can’t. She won’t. Not for some romance that’s best left in the past. Even if it kills her. Because even though he’s her everything, he’s something to a lot more people. He deserves better than being some criminal’s hero.
The implication behind her words registers in his expression and Sombra smiles, a wet smile. She almost wishes he didn’t let her touch him, as she reaches her hand to gently touch his cheek, relishing the way his stubbly cheek so perfectly rests against her palm. She allows herself to cry in front of him just this once. She can punish herself for it later. What she’ll feel then is nothing compared to the ache in her chest now.
“Please.”
He’s already begging her when she steps away, walking around to the button next to his bed to call the doctor. He looks to her, confused. He jumps, trying to reach her hand when she hovers her hand just over the button, the weight of his hand clasped around hers accidentally pressing it and calling Ziegler.
The anger and turmoil over her action is evident on his face. ‘Why’ is the question that goes unasked.
“Please,” he says again. “A name.”
She shakes her head. “You’ll be happy here, Jesse.” The doctor will come soon. “You’ll be safe.”
“How can I find you again?” She can’t believe how selfish she’s been. She’s given him false hope. “Please, I need to know.”
“Don’t go chasing shadows, Jesse,” she answers. “I know it’s something you love but it’s better this way.” The click of the doctor’s heels echo just outside the room. “Pero entre la sombra, siempre tendrás un amiga.”
The doctor arrives and she feels guilty for leaving her with an even bigger problem than before. Her comrade and old friend sitting on the bed, crouched over and clutching his head, seemingly inconsolable. She may never forgive herself.
Months go by and things are quiet. She fills the void by being relentless with her research. Without Talon’s resources, results are slower but she can manage. She was someone before Talon and she’ll be even greater without them.
But she can’t help her curious nature. It’s been weeks, she tries to tell herself. She’s been doing so well – how can she break the streak now by giving in and checking in on him? In the end, her traitorous feelings win and she’s accessing Ziegler’s case notes for Jesse.
Sombra’s heart skips a beat.
Patient has consistently been asking around base of the significance of a shadow.
With a laugh, she rubs at her eyes. “Ay, Jesse.” She smiles at the screen of notes. “Siempre has sido pero bien terco.”
Sombra stills at the sight of him with the ring, because of course, right now, when she’s as big as the Atlantic ocean and hardly as beautiful as he swears her to be, he proposes. But, she kneels slowly with him. He slips the ring on her finger, and they clutch each other’s hands on the kitchen floor. She doesn’t really say yes, but the answer is clear enough as the ring sparkles over her swollen belly.
Oh yes. That is partly why her paranoia spikes so much when she’s pregnant. It kind of comes to a breaking point when she realizes she can’t run with her large belly, and then, defend herself. Moments like that scare her, and only once, and only to McCree, has she ever confessed this fear. McCree is very quick to reassure her that he’s doing all the worrying and protecting for her and the baby. He’s not going to let anything happen to her or their unborn child. No matter what, she’s still the strongest person he knows, and she’s doing amazing.
Sombra is always able to calm herself and keep going on without too much fright, because she’s going to be there for her baby and make sure they live happy and healthy.
Remember that Lyric Comic project that @tierciel posted floating around some time ago?
well I believe the gang are about to get it done and turn everyone into a sobbing mess :eye emoji:
im so excite to show this full art piece and some bonus stuffs!!! PLEASE LOOK FORWARD EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS HAS RAD IDEAS OF THEIR OWN AND THE WHOLE THING WILL BE ＧＬＯＲＩＯＵＳ ＴＲＡＩＮ ＰＡＩＮ ＯＦ ＥＭＯＴＩＯＮ Ｏ//
Teaser sample for my entry in the “To Our Dear Ardyn” digital zine, hosted by @ryuuza-art. I’m super stoked to see everything come together and I cannot wait to share the whole thing. This is the first zine I’ve had the opportunity to be a part of, and it’s been a wonderful time. ^A^
Imagine travelling with Ardyn in the past, standing by him when everyone turned against him.
Ardyn: “It’s not too late to turn back. The people… Somnus will still accept you.”
You: “I’ve never cared about what others thought, let alone your brother.”
Ardyn: “He is your king now.”
You: “No, my king is right here. In front of me.”
Ardyn: “……”
You: “You coming along?”
Ardyn: “So stubborn.”
You: “It’s part of my charm.”
Ardyn: “Ha. Indeed.”
Catching you by surprise, he hugs you. You can smell his sweet and spicy musk that only ever belongs to him fill your senses as he holds you tightly.
Ardyn: “You really won’t leave me, will you? Not when safety awaits on the other side?”
You: “Even if we’re surrounded by a thousand daemons, I will only feel safest with you.”
Ardyn: “How sentimental.”
You: “Tis’ only true.”
Ardyn: “Hm…”
He lets go of you only for a brief moment in which you take as your cue to gather your things to move onward. When you weren’t looking…
Ardyn catches you before you hit the ground. As he is kneeling, holding you tenderly in his arms, his eyes hold deep sadness that is only betrayed by a small smile.
Ardyn: “Forgive me… for I cannot stand the thought of seeing you die for me. As the Astrals said, I am not worthy. Not of them… Not of you…”
He lifts you off the ground and moves to carry you to safety, where he knows you will not be able to follow him.
Ardyn: “Know that whatever happens, I will always remember you as the last good thing in my life.”
‘Til this day, it still holds true…
Ravus: “You’re awfully quiet today, chancellor.”
He chuckles before turning away from the high commander.
the upside to being an artist with a RP blog is I can make my own pictures when there’s nothing else that fits the mood I’m looking for. This is for my Luna RP blog over at @lady-lunafreya-nox-fleuret where I RP with @chancellorizunia
It’s still cold af here… but I managed to sketch even with my hands cramped and frozen because I am REALLY tired of not being able to do what I love. My poor heater has about had it and barely warms the room. Anyway, here’s some Ardyn heads :3
It’s sprinkled all throughout FFXV, and I’m just going to go ahead and assume it was a rune or emblem denoting Solheim (and to an extent, interdimensional travel) for fic writing purposes if there’s no concrete evidence otherwise.
Here’s my reasoning:
Under the “Etymology and symbolism” tab on the wiki for Solheim, it states that:
“Sol is the Latin and Spanish name of the main-sequence star of the synonymous Sol System, called the Sun in English. Heim is German for ‘home.’”
OK. So, I’m like, basically “Sun Home.” Cool. Maybe that’s why Eos is called Eos – after the name of the Titaness and Goddess of the Dawn?
The wiki also mentions that “the center of the Solheim empire was in the region between modern day Duscae and Cleigne.” That’s where you can find Steyliff, Costlemark, and Pitioss: three dungeons that can only be entered at night (absence of sunlight/dawn) and each of these dungeons bear the same symbol that (to me, at least) resembles the solar system – sun at the center and several other planets encircling it. I wonder what those other planets (dimensions?) are.
The symbol in question can also be found in the deepest part of Costlemark (not including the Menace quest) on the machinery in the room where the Jabberwock and royal arm are. The screenshot is included above.
But why can these dungeons only be entered at night? Perhaps because each bears a dark secret that should never see the light of day?
The Costlemark Tower wiki confirms that “Costlemark was once part of the ancient civilization of Solheim, but now lies in ruin along with its arcane technology.”
Likewise, “It is unknown how old Pitioss Ruins are, but the construct is part of the ancient civilization of Solheim that fell 2000 years ago.”
And “[Steyliff’s] mystical ruins are related to the ancient civilization of Solheim.”
But that’s not all.
*Spoilers for the Royal Edition ending ahead*
The same symbol is used as a so-called interdimensional portal that Omega comes out of.
Prompto: “What kind of interdimensional nonsense is this!?”
Gladio: “Bad interdimensional nonsense, I’d say.”
Gentiana drops in quickly to say: “Man forges a weapon to fell the Gods: ‘Omega.’”
To which Ignis responds: “Legends tell of such a device created in antiquity, but I always assumed those were mere myths.”
That Prompto and Gladio even mention Omega is not of their world is what I feel is key here. It means they know something that the game does not explicitly tell us, and we need to either uncover it ourselves, or wait for it to be explained in future DLC or through some other medium.
This whole scene, to me, suggests that Ardyn (perhaps with the aid of Ifrit?) was capable of summoning this enemy from some other time or dimension where he could gain access to ancient Solheim. The thing is, if Ardyn was truly able to somehow wrench this ancient thing from a completely different time or dimension, that could also suggest he, himself, might be capable of interdimensional travel. And what else could be in these different dimensions? What could he have seen? Different timelines? Different outcomes? Was this the one he chose?
Also, while on the note of travel and portals, stepping on these symbols when they appear on the golden plates in dungeons can force Noct to teleport elsewhere, as well as trigger certain events.
Finally, as a bit of a bonus, the same (or very similar) type of machinery as the one inside Costlemark can be found at the Imperial bases in Insomnia’s ruins, minus the symbol, as Niflheim had been using Solheim tech as something like a jumping off point for quite some time.
Feel free to add on to this and discuss (while being respectful to others, pls!). I really do want to know your thoughts and get different perspectives.
– expecting parents – trans people changing their names – writers – that guy outside my dorm room who was arguing with his buddy on whether the name Zach was in the bible and then very loudly announced that “behind the name dot com says its biblical in origin so fuck you”
The fact that the show is making some form of commentary on how shallow the Super Hero industry is becoming(save for a few exceptions, of course)
Has a dynamic cast of characters who all have their own shit going on and it’s not about the protagonist all the time.
Body Diversity.
Having most of the students have relatively healthy home lives and not falling on the trope of shitty parents or neglectful parents(at least in terms of Class 1-A)
Giving us a hero who is in touch with his emotions and extremely empathetic, particularly towards people who ‘may as well be quirkless’ and children.
Showing the double standard of Sexism aka the ‘Treat the girl as an equal!!!’ vs ‘You can’t hit her she’s a girl!!!’ argument.
Having the ‘bully’ character with a more realistic motivation, that being emotionally bolstered and praised for every little thing before realizing he was just a big fish in a little pond before high school.
Making the ‘bully’ character have some form of honor code. In real life some people are like this: Assholes but not Monsters.
Having the Superman/Captain America stand in being human and flawed like the rest of us.
Dadmight
Papa Wolf Aizawa
Addressing the controversy of having ‘Sexy Female Heroes’ vs ‘Strong Female Heroes’ in a very tongue and cheek way.
Not over-sexualizing the female students, at least not as bad as some anime *coughHighSchooloftheDeadcough*
Deku/Izuku as a character. While his constant crying is a touch grating in the first few episodes he grows on you.
Presenting a Hero universe with CONSEQUENCES.
Showing the dark side of Heroic Fame/Quirk culture
Having several categories of specialized heroics instead of the ‘Bash ‘n’ Smash’. I cannot stress enough how appreciative I am that ‘Rescue’ is treated as an honorable subset of Heroism, especially when paralleled to real life EMS and emergency workers.
Having a reasonably straight forward premise and execution.
Deku’s mom being drawn cute but chubby
Showing that facing villains before they’re fully prepared on a regular basis actually affects the students of Class 1-A psychologically
FROPPY
Having a villain with understandable motivations(Stain). Seriously, drop this guy off in the MCU and the DCEU and let him have a go.
Having Deku understand his motivations but not condoning it.
i like to imagine that Uraraka actually did that on accident bc she never cooks (and basically lives off of ramen and microwaved foods)
so when she realizes that Bakugou put salt in his coffee and tries to stop him, he fucking downs the whole thing while staring her straight in the eyes
it’s both a matter of pride and not wanting her to feel bad
“But Bakugou–”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”
“But that was salt, not–”
“I KNOW. IT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUS.”
Ochako is both parts amused and still feels a little bad about it, so she makes sure to know which one is which from then on
-Toshinori loves to see you smile. It makes his day to see a grin on your face, it keeps him going.
-But when you’re down in the dumps, he feels his heart breaking. He can’t stamd to see you sad.
-Will hug you and ask what’s wrong, and will listen until you’re all done.
-Thanks to him being the Symbol of Peace, he sometimes uses his limit too early like he did when the villains attacked the USJ. And that worried you sick.
-He can’t help but be a hero, but he hates seeing you cry, so he promised to not be as reckless.
Fluffy headcannons:
-Loves his hair petted, just the feeling of your fingers in his hair makes him calm.
-The big spoon, but will become the little spoon when you want to.
-Toshinori will always kiss your cheek whenever you greet each other or say goodbye.
Y’know how there was a meme going around a while back that talked about how Au Ra shed their scales? Then that comic about a dragon shedding its scales and that their new scales felt amazingly smooth like when you shave/wax your legs?
Well this is based off that.
Lace wanted me to surprise her with a derp this month, I hope this was surprising enough~♥
Thank you for supporting me!
EDIT: One of the scale shedding comics was by Lunareth. Go check her out~!
I looked this up and by “bike gang” they apparently meant literal bicycles.
Upon further research, James was in the same gang and had to use training wheels.
I was at first going to say “I thought every one knew this” and then I remembered “Duh Not everyone is as old as me… “ T_T god I’m old.
Dont gloss over the part where she also went to nursing school to become a Pokemon Center Nurse. She flunked out but made best friends with a Chansey! Basically everything in that blurb has happened at some point in the anime
I don’t think the thing with her mom was though, that was released as a radio play. Madame Boss (Giovanni’s mother) Sent Jessie’s mom (in Japan known as Miyamoto) and tried to convince Mew to let her catch it by showing it a picture of Jessie
CAN WE FUCKIN DITCH ASH AND MAKE THESE 3 LOSERS THE MAIN PROTAGONISTS
So… the reason why Giovanni keeps Jesse around is because his mother ruined Jesse’s life by taking away her mother, and he feels guilty about it?
It actually kinda makes sense,
I can’t believe Mew fucking murdered Jessie’s mom
Please, just give me a spinoff series about Team Rocket.
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