OH MY GOODNESS! I love this so much thank you! I love the grumpiness you put into Melodie’s voice haha. And you would be correct, she has a thing for robot armed dorks ❤
Due to the recent events that have occurred within the Mystery Skulls Fandom, it is time to shed a bit of light on: the artists, art theft, crediting the artists, and the adverse effects of being an art thief.
First and foremost, everyone needs to realize that ARTISTS. ARE. PEOPLE. TOO.
Yes, believe it or not there are actual people behind the computer screen creating beautiful works of art to share with the world of like-minded individuals, such as yourself.
However, that does not give you the right to treat them like they are less than a human being; always remember to imagine yourself in the shoes of the artist and think about the amount of hours, stress, and pain they go through just to finish a personal or commissioned piece of art.
Empathy and civility are key in this situation.
2. Art Theft
This is something that cannot be stressed enough and there needs to be explanation of the DOs and DON’Ts asking for permission to repost their artwork.
OC Name – Melodie™ (Mystery Skulls Animated: Ghost OC)
DON’T.
If you are the kind of individual that ‘right-clicks’ and ‘savesthe image’ that you find on Google or Pinterest and claim that, “I found this on Google; therefore, I have every right to save it and re-upload it to (insert site name here) if I want.”
Then you are wrong!
In all actuality, that act falls right into art theft and will land you in some serious hot water with the artist(s).
Comic – The Return of Lewis (Mystery Skulls Animated: Ghost Fan Comic)
DO.
If you are dead set on reposting an artist’s work on another website, then you need to message them and ask for permission to do so.
DON’T.
Do not repost the art if the artist says ‘No’ or has not responded to you yet.
DO.
Make sure you are respectful and civil when asking for permission to repost the artist’s artwork.
3. Crediting the Artist
If the artist has given you permission to use their work, make sure you have a link (URL) to the original sourced work to post along with the artwork on the site/app you are using.
Do not credit the artist as, “Credit goes to the artist(s) who created this artwork/image.”
4. The Adverse Effects of Art Theft on the Artists
– The artist will become extremely pissed/depressed that someone would deliberately take their art without evening thinking about asking them for permission.
– They will become more self-conscious of posting more of their art because they are afraid of it getting stolen and re-uploaded again.
– That artist will lose those precious views back to their art page that could potentially help them if the viewers on the site/app would like to commission them, but don’t know who the artist is.
– Repeated acts of art theft will more or less make the artist stop creating art for the fandom or in general if the stress of art theft continues.
Free To Use Watermarks for the Artists
This watermark as shown in the beginning of this post was created, by Ray-Kaladis, to help remind not only the viewers admiring their work that there is a person behind that beautiful artwork and computer screen they’re viewing; but also to remind the artist(s) that there are individuals who love and cherish them and the amazing artwork they create.
The artists’ feelings matter and deserve to know it.
It’s important to note that the full list of artists is in fact FAR larger than this! Even if you find work by an artist who doesn’t happen to be listed here, ALWAYS. ASK. AND SOURCE. ALWAYS.
A shoujo story where you need to hide from (or kill) your generic bishounen senpai because you accidentally saw him in his man-eating monster state and the only way you can detect his presence is when you nosebleed when they have their eyes on you.
Wanted to make a little update pertaining to stickers! My friend and I finished cutting them over the course of last week and mailed them out Monday. For those interested they should hopefully be available soon but now its in Mystery Skulls hands!
In the meantime here are some sketches I did of the MSA fams haha I’d realized I’d never drawn them before and thought they might be a fun challenge
I’ve been waiting until I had enough time to draw a response to this question! It enters my personal head cannon territory, which means its probably not something that will ever be addressed by the videos haha. Lance became somewhat of a father figure to Arthur at a young age, after his parents went through a divorce. He developed a passion for mechanical engineering and, as soon as he was old enough, left to stay with Uncle. Never looked back.
The computer said my next patient’s name was Lucifer, and that he was a domestic. Not that an unusual name for a pet, I have to admit.
“Come on in. Do you have Lucifer hiding in that box for me?” I say. A gentleman dressed all in black with a rather spiky aesthetic and a selection of piercings comes into my consult room and opens the box.
He places a perfectly black rabbit on the table.
Honestly, I had been expecting a cat.
Turns out Lucifer is his new rabbit. He’d insisted on taking it from a friend who wasn’t taking care of it a few months ago.
Lucifer, for his part, had decided the table was too scary and that his dad’s leather clad armpit was the best place to be.
To my surprise and delight, our new goth rabbit owner is doing everything right. Perfect diet, read up on rabbit health, vaccinating, enrichment, the works.
He even started a vegetable garden to grow treats for the rabbit, or as he put it, “tributes for lucifer.”
At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.
At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.
At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook.
At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.
At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.
At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs.
Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51.
Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40.
Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40.
Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42.
Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52.
Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57.
Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76.
Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78.
Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow.
you see shit like this and just realize like… no wonder the entire civilized world believed in magic and shit so strongly. im spiritual myself but if you didnt have the scientific framework, the concept of magic is equally explanatory… the earth shows us crazy shit each and every day
according to wikipedia we still don’t know how the fuck Ball Lightning happens
it is the most wonderfully made, historically inaccurate, giddily fun, perfectly paced, goofy horror movie romance novel bullshit bonanza that has ever blessed the silver screen.
i mean it is just so beautifully full of every genre without being overwhelming. we’ve got: comedy, action, suspense, horror, romance, adventure, ancient aesthetics, and it’s a period piece. all perfectly balanced and blended into one movie.
and the characters are so LIT
we got our main babe, evelyn “motherfucking” carnahan, a super-klutz librarian, total history nerd, and certified badass/damsel in distress. she raises the dead on accident, because she cannot resist books, and has the guts to put that motherfucker back where he came from and literally saves the world. evie’s greatest hits:
“what is a place like me, doing in a girl like this?!”
*after totally destroying the library* “i’ve just made a bit of a mess in the library.”
“no harm ever came from reading a book.”
evelyn:*upon opening the tomb* “i’ve dreamt about this since i was a little girl.” rick: “you dream about dead guys?”
“oops.”
then we’ve got rick“brendan fraser” o’connell, your not-so-typical battle hardened gun slinger with a heart of gold. he seems filthy, rude, and a complete scoundrel at first, but then he turns into a literal puppy, with massive heart eyes, that worships the ground evie walks on. rick’s greatest hits:
*screams at mummy*
*screams at sand*
*screams at things that are illogical to scream at*
*screams*
next is our Comedic Relief Character™, jonathan carnahan, who also rises above his trope. he’s there for the laugh sure, but is never useless. he actively helps to move the plot along and isn’t just there. he also is the farthest thing from brainless and annoying. jonathan’s greatest hits:
evelyn: “have you no respect for the dead?” jonathan: “of course i do, but sometimes i’d rather like to join them.” same.
oh and that time he was like “IMHOTEP” and saved his own ass like that was so smooth, y’all know what i’m talking about right??
then there is ardeth BAE. he is the audience rolling his eyes because *sighs* white people. he’s tired of these motherfucking mummies in this motherfucking desert. literally prettier than everyone. (he has a much bigger role in the mummy returns, but is still so fab here)
and of course THE MUMMY. imhotep. actual emo. literally carved some poetry into the back of his sarcophagus when he was buried alive with flesh eating bugs, because he is that Extra™. just wants to bring his girlfriend back to life so he can make out with her without it being treason.
and all the side characters are also gr8.
now i wanna take a moment to talk about the romance. because it is so BEAUTIFUL. like usually in action movies it’s macho man undermines girl and they bone. not here. no time for that shit.
rick and evie have such a great relationship based on mutual respect and affection. they both cater to each other’s strengths and cover each other’s weaknesses. they are the literally definition of: “those two. in a fight, they’re lethal. around each other, they melt”
what else, i could literally talk about this movie all day.
the special effects have held up pretty well. the music score is GORGEOUS. the costumes are amazing. the makeup, especially for anck su namun, OH WOW. the george of the jungle era brendan fraser sign me the fuck up. rachel weisz.
so many good things.
it’s just great.
#i secretly rate every action movie from 0 to the mummy
it’s a beautiful mess of a movie that can be enjoyed by people of all ages and transcends time and posterity as the alpha mummy movie, and to those who disagree i beseech you:
Hey guys, things have gotten tight financially and I can only take so many commissions at a time, so please consider buying me a coffee. If each follower I have bought me one coffee it would help us a lot. I am planning on opening up more commission slots soon, but in the meantime please consider reblogging and/or donating! Thank you guys for all the love and support.
i want to run away…but like in ghibli movie. like i take a block of cheese a loaf of bread and some apples and wander through the flower-specked mountains wrapped up in a shawl and i happen to wander into a moving castle and fall in love with a cute wizard
My next batch of steeckers for Shutocon! I wanted these to be a bit more lively and fun! Arthur is also done but I’m hoping for the time to make a Shiromori of this set after which I’ll reblog them together!
DONE AND DONE. I’m glad I decided to make a Shiro for this set…. she kinda rocks those headphones. Arthur was the guinea pig of this set so there’s a slight chance I might try to reimagine his later.
Also thanks to those of you who contributed to shirt sales. We have already sold roughly 100 shirts and that means so much. I really hope you enjoy them!
character A slowly falls in love with character B over the course of several years, realization hits them that they’ve been in love with B for a long time hits them like a truck
cool badass is actually a giant fucking nerd
The Power of Friendship ™
flat “what” reactions
sweet adorable characters with horrible tragic pasts
villains-turned-heroes becoming the Weird Uncle
characters that aren’t actually related having a parent-child relationship
characters that aren’t actually siblings having a sibling-like bond
“I can’t stand this person but I would die for them”
You could play a drinking game with my stories and these tropes, because I use all of them, shamelessly. First is SuperBat, last is BatLantern.
If you’re a content creator, remember that there’s always a least one person who’s waiting for your next creation. They can’t wait to see what you’ll draw, write, gif or edit next. That’s the kind of fan that matters the most.
An Arthur from the stream last night. Because if the Mystery Masters won’t give him peace and pizza then BY GOLLY I WILL! Its been forever since I’ve drawn him, my art has changed a LOT.
google how do i alt+f4 my obsession with this game
[image description: top is a screenshot of noctis from ffxv, set against a bright background, looking toward the camera with a look of shock on his face. bottom is a screenshot of ardyn from ffxv, looking down at the camera, posed with one hand on his hip and looking tired. the top is captioned “how the fuck do people just stay motivated their entire lives? what drives you? i got out of bed once and i’ve been exhausted ever since.” the bottom is captioned “you need to learn to hate life to the point where you want to get revenge on existence itself”]
since i’ve been drawing a lot in my sketchbook lately i am willing to sell some of my originals 🙂 first would be this lovely piece of Ardyn! done in Promarkers and white gel pens on A4 Ebony sketchbook ❤
shoot me ask/message if interested!
i will put this as prints tomorrow 1st May 2018 need to scan it 🙂
so happy this trashman-jesus found his new home! thank you @doodleghoul !
A/N: mild-nsfw, just a heads up. Oh, and I blame @jastiss and @jlavisant entirely for this~
Imagine sharing a bed with Ardyn, you wake up in the morning with his back to you. The delicious sight before you makes you giggle out loud as it reminded you of the previous night’s “extraneous” activities. He looks over his shoulder with his slanted eyes.
Ardyn: “And what’s made you all giddy this early, my love?”
You: “Your back.”
He feels behind him a slight pain all over his back. Ardyn gets up and walks to your full-length mirror, turns around, and unsurprising he finds many, many scars across his back. A heavy expression wears his face and in his low, husky voice…
Ardyn: “It seems you’ve wounded me.”
You: (pouts) “Sorry…”
Your lover chuckles deeply and makes his way back to the bed, leaning his body over you. You were so focused on his back that you completely forgot that the beautiful man was still naked. How could you forget that?! You were losing all thought when he plants his lips firmly against your and takes your breath away for the umpteenth time since the past several hours. You snake your hands around him to embrace him only for you to rub against the scratches. He hisses at this and you nearly jumped. You were about to apologize before you were rendered speechless by the deep, velvety groan that escaped his throat.
Ardyn: “Allow me to return the favor. I can think of several places to leave my mark.”
Even when you didn’t feel like talking, his gestures held much weight in showing how much he adored you. He takes you in his arms and holds you close. Your back pressed against him and he presses his forehead against the side of your head, gently nuzzling your neck. You can feel the scruff of his beard as he slowly ran his jaw up and down your neck and across your shoulders. It didn’t hurt, if anything, the feeling was rather soothing.
Ardyn: “We will go through this together. You’re not alone.”
He turns you around and grasps both of your hands in his, placing them atop his his chest where his heart would be.
Ardyn: “If time cannot heal this wound. Then allow me. Let me carry the weight of all of your sadness, all your pain, all your burdens. I will bear it all just for the promise that a smile graces your face.”
You smile at how mushy he was being, you look up to see his satisfied smile. The glint in his amber eyes that showed you that he was sincere.
Ardyn: “Just like that…”
He takes your face in one of his hands hands and runs this thumb tenderly across your cheek. Ardyn’s eyes drop to your lips, the smile entrancing him even as it fell as you watched him bringing his face closer to yours. You meet in between and knew that everything was going to be alright.
For @mystichealeronline who deserves all the happiness in the world. Thank you for inspiring this.
Imagine speaking up against the people to defend Ardyn’s name.
You: “Stop! He has done nothing wrong! Have you all forgotten the sacrifices he made to save us and bring peace to our homes?!”
Lucian: “He is a daemon! His very existence is a plague, his own brother – the king – says so himself!”
Somnus: “That is enough!”
The newly called Founder King of Lucis, clad in his armor, turns away from his people – all standing at attention but never still, their fists clenched, raised like their voices echoing into the heated day. He removes his helmet and looks down, before him stands the only family he has ever known since their parents’ passing. The once revered healer, born to be king Ardyn Lucis Caelum, shackled and shamed. Both brothers wear a lengthy grimace as they stare at each other for what could be the last time.
Somnus: “Ardyn-”
Ardyn: “Don’t. Do not make this harder than it needs to be. Weigh not your soul further down to a place you may never escape.”
A silence passes and the young king hesitantly raises his sword followed by cheers of triumph and gasps of bewilderment from the people. Few looked away, fewer walked away, and you… You ran towards them.
You: “Coward!”
Both men look at you, wide-eyed. Ardyn’s breath catches at your recklessness. He calls out to you.
Ardyn: “Stand down.”
You: “I will not!”
You direct your attention now to the king.
You: “What king would slay their own flesh and blood to appease strangers?!”
Somnus: “Speak not of words you do not understand.”
You: “I understand enough to know that since we have braved the perilous roads together, Ardyn has always placed you first before anyone else! Even before me and Gil!”
Somnus: “…Gil is gone. He fell beyond the trenches-”
You: “Defending us all, defending you and Ardyn both. If he were here, he would stand between you two and your blade…”
Walking tall and determined, you pressed forward until you stood in front of Ardyn.
You: “…as I will now.”
Chains rattle frantically.
Ardyn: “No! Leave now!”
You: “Abandon you I will not, Ardyn!”
Ardyn: “You are not my Shield!”
Glancing over your shoulder, you meet his eyes, tears pooling down your cheeks. Your heart was beating so fast as you beheld him, wathcing him struggle against his restraints to reach out to you. To hug you? To push you away for your safety? You feel the desperation in his usually glinting eyes, now they have dulled to a slight, dying twinkle of a man who has accepted his fate. But you would not. Not even as the people try so hard to push past the knights that held them back. They are shouting at you in frenzied disappointment and discriminate fury, calling you mad and claiming you to be a slave to the dark. But listen you did not, not when your resolve beated calmly and loudly in your chest, steeling you for what you are prepared to do. And it was all for him, the man you love.
You: “I told you, I will protect you until the very end. Even if it k-”
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.
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Shouting. There was so much shouting. With a slight groan, hands laid flat against the dirt, a slight push and a shaky rise, back straightens and head held high. Silence all too quickly replaces the deafening noise. Rubbing the groggy feeling away, Ardyn opens his eyes. He gazes around him, trapped under the frozen looks of the people that turned against him. He turns around to find his brother also standing still in place, rendered speechless. It was then did Ardyn notice that he was no longer bound and there were no bruises on his wrists. Did they cut him free, he wondered.
Somnus: “How is this possible? You…you were dead a moment ago!”
Suddenly the memories flooded back to Ardyn’s mind like a pale of ice. It all happened so quickly, nevermind how he managed to survive the strikes, but where were- He calls out your name! Golden eyes hurriedly looking out towards the large crowd, within them. The people seemed to back away as he did this, gasps of fear loosed as he stepped closer. How they seemed to huddle closer to each other as if a monster was about to devour them.
Somnus: “Ardyn…”
The once-Healer king gravely faced the Founder king once more, panic gripping his heart tightly. Somnus slowly rotates his body to the side… Behind him…
A great cry roars throughout the once bright sky and just as quickly, shadows spread suffocating the light. He feels the air within him thicken, his core ripped away by the tendrils of his greatest nightmare made real before his very eyes.
Somnus: “It is not what you think-”
Waves of black swirled harshly from Ardyn’s hand, thrusting towards his brother pushing the latter back with a force that nearly knocked him off his feet. He did little to hide the tears now falling down his face, but Ardyn paid it no mind. Fire unquenchable raged within his heart, hot bubbles pumping through his veins leaving behind dark scars that held nothing but dripping venom that seemed to seep profoundly when thoughts of a thousand ways to exact much desired retribution raced through his burning thoughts.
Ardyn: “Do not play innocent! There are no innocents! There was only one good thing left in this world…”
Ardyn: “…and they died along with the rest of my humanity!”
You: “You know there are other moreeffective ways of putting me to sleep, Ardyn.”
He chuckles at your cheek and pulls you in close, kissing you fondly on your forehead.
Ardyn: “Of this, I have no doubt. But it is not this night. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for awhile.”
Intrigued, you propped yourself up by your elbow and looked at him questioningly.
You: “Oh, and what is this exactly?”
Ardyn: “A tale of a young man on his way to becoming a king.”
You: “A fairy tale.”
Ardyn: (smiles slightly) “Of sorts. Will you entertain me?”
When he hears no complaints on your part, he takes in a breath, holding your gaze as the words ran fluidly from his lips.
Ardyn: “There was once a man born to be king. But before he can claim his crown, he needed to prove himself. Blessed with gifts from the gods, this man set out to carry great many selfless deeds across the land. Healing the sick, protecting the weak, purging the evil that plagued the hearths and homes of all corners of the world.”
You: “Sounds like the perfect hero.”
Ardyn’s grin turns wide at this.
Ardyn: “So many had thought. But he did not do it alone. The to-be king had help. He had friends who helped him along the way, friends he would go to the ends of the world for and they for him in turn. It was thanks to their combined efforts that the lands knew peace.”
You: “Until one day there was no more peace.”
Ardyn: “As with all good stories. The evil that ravaged this peace returned tenfold in the form of a great horde. Within the horde, a darkness so horrifying rose from the flames ablaze. It was too much, even for the man, so he begged to the gods for the power to rid it for good and save his people. The gods, however, did not hear his plea.”
You: “What? Why would they do that? Did they not care about the world?”
Ardyn: “The will of the gods is beyond human understanding, the man did not realize this until much later. Despite this, he knew something must be done. Desperate to defend all that he had loved and cared about from an unspeakable fate, the man stood against the darkness…along with his friends. Although he was against their aid this time around, they refused to leave his side. Swords raised, they dove into perilous combat together and an epic battle ensued. The battle was long, hundreds upon thousands of monsters dissipated back into the shadows from whence they came. The heroes appeared to be winning. Then when the last of the evil, the core of the plague stood alone, the man lifted his blade to deal the final blow…”
At this point, you had your head against Ardyn’s chest, so engrossed in the story that you did not notice that his pause held more meaning than just for the sake of dramatic effect.
You: “What happened then?”
Ardyn: “…The evil was…more powerful, more devious than any of them can ever imagine. The companions were turned around, blinded by the darkness that surrounded them. They lost sight of what they were fighting. It nearly consumed them. When it was about to devour them all whole, beginning with the man himself, light shined upon him. A piercing strike and all was illuminated.
When he came to, the man found that the darkness was no more. Victory was finally had. Relieved and overcome with joy, he looked to his friends in jubilee. He searched and searched, but what he found made him fall to his knees. One of his friends, the dearest of his heart laid dead before him. So peaceful, almost as if asleep, but most certainly gone from this world. The gods told him that it was an act of sacrifice to protect him, a much needed action to allow him to fulfill his role as the hero. What did it matter that he had to lose everything to achieve it?
The world finally knew peace, that was of only importance. And all embraced its warm glow, all except the man who became cold as he held his dearest to him. He cannot recall how long he shed tears. It felt like ages.
But from that day forward, the man swore vengeance against the gods and the world who turned their backs on him.”
Your eyes were growing heavy, but you felt a deep sadness at this ending. Such a remarkable story, you can imagine the scenarios he painted. The pictures running through your mind were so vivid, so clear. He really knew how to make you feel like you were living this story along with him.
You: “So the hero became the villain in the end? That’s so cruel.”
He becomes quiet again. You wondered what he was thinking. The short moment passes and Ardyn speaks again.
Ardyn: “…With love ripped away, there’s nothing much else but hate, nay?”
You: “I guess, but…”
Arms snuggled around Ardyn’s form, pressing yourself closer to him.
You: “After all of that, the man deserves some sort of happiness.” (a slight gasp) “Did he ever become king?”
Ardyn nearly laughs at this.
Ardyn: “After all of that, that is what you decided to dwell upon?”
You: “There has to be some sort of perk in all of this!”
Ardyn: “Hmm… What do you think, love?”
A deep yawn escapes from your mouth, but you managed to mutter one final bit before sleep took you.
You: “He’s a king to me…”
And just like that, your dreams claimed you. A comfortable silence filled your shared room embraced in each other’s arms. Ardyn gazed towards the ceiling, rubbing soft circles against your back, he listened to your lengthy breaths and felt the steady rise and fall of your back as your breathed so serenely atop him.
Ardyn: “Thank you, beloved…”
A single tear escapes him as he closes his eyes, a saddened smile betrays him even though he knows you could not see his face.
Imagine Ardyn having a habit of placing his head upon your chest as you both are sleeping. You presume it to be a cute quirk of his to feel safe as not all people take well to figures of power especially so of those from Niflheim. In reality, however, he does this to assure himself that YOU are safe. He has long forgotten what it was like to have a living, breathing heart. So as he lies over you, he purposefully positions his ear atop where he can best hear your heart thumping. That gentle, consistent beating soothes him a comfort like no other.
You: “How is it that you can sleep like this?”
You can feel the soft rumble of a chuckle upon your chest as you run your fingers through his unruly auburn hair.
Ardyn: “There is a comfort in knowing that this is real. It is a grace I have not been blessed with for a very long time. And yet it is here…and it is mine.”
He envelops you in his arms and holds you closer, nuzzling against you where you can feel the light scratch of his stubble.
Imagine sleeping and Ardyn lays kisses across your neck before gently nipping your skin. (Slight NSFW)
You: “Nngh…Ardyn, I’m trying to sleep.”
You hear his deep chuckle rumble in your ear, sending chills down your spine. Your shivering at his voice only encouraged him to continue his lavishing on the sensitive part of your skin.
Ardyn: “Forgive me, darling but…you just taste so good.”
As he said this, he presses his hips salaciously against your behind, you can feel his hard excitement rousing you to attention, instinctively pressing back which Ardyn hummed in appreciation.
You: “A little late for dessert, don’t you think?”
Quickly, Ardyn flips you over onto your stomach and places himself atop of you, being mindful not to crush you beneath his large frame. He had you right where he wanted you.
Ardyn: “Here’s a quality you fail to remember about me, love…”
While he pins you done with his hands firmly on your waist, you feel him slowly and teasingly move himself against your bottom in a maddeningly lust-filled motion, his sinful pace making you moan in anticipation. You then feel his hot breath against your ear.
Ardyn: “When it comes to you, I have no self-control.”
Needless to say, you didn’t get to sleep much at all that night.
BONUS:
By the next morning…
You: “ARDYN, MY NECK!”
Mollified by the dark bruises all across your skin, you look at the perpetrator. This was his response.
Imagine Ardyn holding you close from behind then placing a tender kiss on the side of your head.
You: “Someone is being awfully affectionate.”
Ardyn: “It cannot be helped, you have a terrible influence over me.”
You: “Terrible?”
Ardyn: “You honestly don’t believe I’ll stop at a simple embrace, do you?”
You hear him chuckle sinfully before proceeding to pepper kisses across your neck. It did well to distract you as you didn’t protest with him pulling you in the direction of your bedroom. Not once did he take his hands off you.
Imagine being insecure, Ardyn admits to you that you’re the only person he feels that he can genuinely be himself with and that you should have more confidence in yourself as he adores who are you as you are.
Ardyn: “My dear, you underestimate your importance.”
So I did a thing back in ALA with my FFXV group and Iris brought a little black baby chocobo theeeeeen this happened.
This pic/pose was inspired by @kur0sakura’s fanart. Ardyn cosplay is meh 😛 and you can find this little guy on IG as cocoapuffthechocopuff :3
Wig is by MadCosplay
Side note: I’ve always had this headcanon that Ardyn deliberately spared the chocobaby from the scourge cause he is secretly fond of animals and had a black avian steed himself back in his day.
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