Heâs also severely depressed, and when his friends and his dad are busy he feels so lonely he might explode. Itâs why he needs constant distraction
So he gets it, and he understands you. Which is nice, but itâs also kind of bad. You end up enabling each other and bonding over horribly morbid memes
But the good thing is that when he goes to therapy, he pays for you to go too. He calls it âDate Nightâ
Ignis
Noctis has the same issues as you, and Ignis has some issues of his own, so heâs sympathetic
He does, however, feel really bad when he finds out how lonely you are. He canât be around much because of work, so unless youâre willing to come with him (only when you can), youâre on your own
Somewhere down the line, he thinks to introduce you to Prompto. Youâre both miserable and lonely with a lot of free time, and he thinks itâll be good for the both of you to be friends
Gladio
Literally all he can think to do is try to be around you a more often. He canât really do much, but he can offer you his love and his company
His job allows him slightly more freedom than Ignisâs, so you bet your ass heâs taking you with him when youâre willing. Heâs a little excited when he sees you making friends with the same people heâs friends with
Prompto
Again, this poor boy has a whole mess of his own issues. And heâs only friends with the boys, who are constantly busy. He understands the loneliness if nothing else
âWe could be lonely together. Nothing brings people together like crippling mental illness!â âPrompto, please.â
Luna
Lunaâs one of the most empathetic people in Eos, so she knows somethingâs up before you even officially tell her. The little things tell her; tired eyes, a lack of doing what you normally like, and how you both crave attention and donât want to seem like a bother
But she doesnât know what to do, other than stick up under you. She hopes her being clingy doesnât start to annoy you
On the rare occasion she canât be around, she leaves Pryna to look after you. Umbra and Pryna get Luna through tough times, and sheâs hoping they can do the same for you
Cindy
She immediately feels guilty. She spends a lot of time working, so she feels like sheâs not helping with your lonelinessÂ
Cindyâs also really transparent. You know she knows somethingâs wrong because she keeps calling you Sugar.Â
âCan you come help me out with this, Sugar?â âWe should leave early and grab some dinner, huh Sugar?â âWhatâs my Sugar up to?â
Crowe
âYou should come with me to group therapy one of these days, I think you would like it.â
She really does take you one day. Nyx and Libertus are there, too, and those three are rowdy enough for you to not have to talk. You get to just sit back and watch, but itâs still better than if youâd have done nothing
Aranea
Araneaâs a fan of tough love, but she doesnât think that it would really work here. She has no idea what to do
She settles for trying to make somewhat positive jokes when sheâs with you
âYouâre depressed because otherwise you would have bested Bahamut in hand to hand combat by now. You would be too strong.â âThank you Aranea, I love you.â
Sorry about this taking a while, but I finally managed to get them done. After a stint of writing for Nyx and Cor there, I missed writing for all the boys; Ignis especially. This was a welcome change, so thank you!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy these. As always, let me know what you thought. â¤
Words: 3185
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Warnings: Very brief mentions of alcohol and pain, suggestive themes.
Oh, my gods! Loves, itâs Golden Slumbers first anniversary! Whaa! (º̊̊ĚâŁÂşĚŠĚŠĚĘĆŞ) Iâm such a happy, little Olive! Thank you, everyone, so much! Just because itâs been a year since I meet you loves, I wanted to do some first meeting drabbles!
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Noctis
You sat at the table, you had gotten all dolled up and a huge smile plastered on your face. You had just landed a job that would make your life so much less stressful, you honestly could not wait to celebrate and waited for your boyfriend to show up so that you could explode with the good news!
Your reservation was at 5pm sharp! You fidgeted with your dress wanting to look absolutely stunning when you revealed that you were stepping up in the world. This was the first night of the rest of your life!
You looked to your phone, reading 5:15pm, hoping to see a text stating that he was running late because of traffic. But there was nothing, you checked your previous texts. Yep, you stated at Grand Nox 5pm tonight and even sealed the deal with a kissy face. You got a response about 1:56pm stating âKâ
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the womenâs bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they werenât necessary.
I found out why after Iâd been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladiesâ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladiesâ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if Iâd just been told and there could be no possible argument.
âIf I donât go,â I said in an overly patient tone, âthe blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair Iâm sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. Thatâs why I need to go to the bathroom.â
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, âWait, you mean that if you donât go, youâll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!â
I thought, Â You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasnât. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didnât know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And thatâs how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
Hey guys! I was given the go ahead to give you guys this poster/BG for Dreamtalia. I just wanted to thank all of you who have come to my streams and help me through making these screenshots for the game! Iâll still be streaming more art from the game, so keep and eye out!
Since I made a Mama Mothra, itâs only just that I make a Dad Godzilla as well! I took some creative liberties with the kiddoâs designs⌠For obvious reasons⌠*shudders at Minyaâs tragic design*Â
Now available on apparel, mugs and cards on LookHuman.com!Â
i hate typing the word âsireâ and i hate that itâs common-use in any vampire context i hate that iâm expected to use it while writing about vampires there HAS to be an alternative
i got it
âi met my Daddy 200 years ago,â
i want everyone whoâs mad at this post to know i gained 3,000 followers this month
â˘everyone starts small. just because youâre not big now, doesnât mean youâll never be. and if youâre just starting out, keep in mind those bigger blogs have been writing for much longer than you. building a following takes time.Â
â˘there will always be someone who enjoys your writing. every like, reblog, and comment is one person who enjoyed what you wrote and i can assure you they want more! and remember, not everyone remembers to leave evidence that they liked your writing or they might just be too nervous to interact with you. invisible fans exist, and youâve got them.
â˘going along with that last one, your writing has the potential to help others! you could write about a minority, or maybe you could publish a little something comforting at the exact time someone else needs it. and most of the time, when you affect someone like this theyâll tell you, whether it be through tags, or a private message or whatever. thatâs an amazing feeling.
â˘getting a compliment from someone becomes a sure-fire way to make your day better. nothing feels greater than seeing a comment from someone saying how much they love something you worked hard on. maybe write down these comments somewhere, so you can look at them when youâre feeling negative about your skills as a writer. Â
â˘writerâs block is not the end of your writing career. it sure feels like it sometimes, but everyone, even the popular writers you look up to, suffer from writerâs block. everyone puts out work theyâre not 100% satisfied with sometimes, and thatâs okay! when you get out of this slump, your writing will be better than ever before and youâll enjoy it again. keep writing through a block so you can get there sooner.
These are the things I think about when I feel bad about my writing, so I hope they can help someone else too.
Well thanks to ribbons-halos latest AU which Iâm currently loving the heck out of, Iâve thought about them a lot! Iâd never considered Sombra as a witch, tbh, at least not the typical spoopy Halloween type.Â
Though after your ask, I was thinking about it for a bit (while stuck on a delayed train for like an hour) and about Mcsombra in general. Itâs not headcanons but kinda like a story outline??? sorry if itâs longâŚjust rambling here b/c I really like the idea â¤
I imagined Monster Hunter McCree afflicted with the curse of the werewolf and desperately traveling the world in search for a cure. He goes through so much pain and agony with each transformation. He wakes up the morning after each one in deep dread and confusion, wondering if this time will be the time heâs slaughtered innocents in his mindless, bloodthirsty nocturnal rampage.Â
His travels eventually lead him to Mexico, where a few locals point him out toward the tropical forests where an isolated witch lives. They donât seem afraid when they speak of her but are respectfully distant. He finds her, a woman dressed strangely in elaborate patterns. She seems all too focused on her work but tells him to stop in his tracks just the same, without looking up from her task. She invites him near the doorway of her small home, not allowing him to walk in any further.Â
McCreeâs confused by her odd customs but knows better than to question the authenticity of âsuperstitionâ.Â
He doesnât know why, but he feels compelled to tell her everything. Out of all the helps heâs sought, this woman seems so detached and concerned with her own work that honesty seems to be best route. As he regales his story, he watches her inspect the bowl of perfect-looking apples that sit near the doorway with an arched brow, only entering when she finally deems him genuine company.Â
She tells him that his curse is from another land and perhaps the cure would be best sought from those same lands. He says heâs tried but each witch heâs encountered seemed too eager to help, as if they wanted something in return, despite claiming they could completely cure him. The gnarled, dark forests where he received his curse donât feel as open and ancient as the bright, humid woods the witch lives. She tells him all corners of the earth are ancient, but some have been more tainted than others.Â
I imagine that she agrees to help him, only because she feels the turmoil inside of the man and knows he has no ill intention for her. She spends time teaching him about nagual and that the beast within is finely attuned to his spirit, but his anxiety and fear cause the darker aspects to overcome him, thus the painful transformations into a monster.Â
McCree spends the next few months with the witch, who insists on being called âSombraâ, and learns many new things. Herbs that will help with the pain, remedies that help soothe him when he has night terrors of the day he was cursed and the haunting visions he gets of mauling innocent people. She sends him out into the woods for his monthly transformations, telling him that there will be pain, but it is something he must endure – for now, she says, it is vital that he run, even if heâs unaware of where heâs going.
He doesnât see why he should at first, but she sends him out into the forest to walk alone, days at a time, just to think. He questions her sanity and the usefulness of her âhelpâ until he notes the intrusive, violent thoughts slowly ebb into calm. At one point, he spots a lone wolf, standing on top of a rock formation. The sight and even mention of the animal used to be enough to send him into panic attacks. He thinks it still does, almost feeling the prickling of one beginning until he remembers everything Sombraâs taught him. The two stare at one another before it runs off, leaving McCree with an odd sense of peace.Â
When he returns, he finds Sombra standing at the edge of the woods with a small grin, arms folded over. âIt seems youâve learned something.âÂ
Heâs always found her a bit cheeky but he canât help but notice that itâs just another thing that he finds himself attracted to about her. He feels more like himself than he has in ages, happy that he can now properly appreciate the beauty of her iris colored eyes, the shadowy darkness of her hair, and the rich brown of her skin. But more so, heâs grown to appreciate her company, her quirks, and dry humor. In turn, in their time together, Sombraâs respect for him has grown, seeing as heâs a foreign man who despite a few confused glances here and there, has accepted her help without stabbing her in the back afterward. Heâs far more honest than most peopleâs she encountered.Â
Sombra lets him know that the curse is something incurable and sheâs been secretly relieved that he never accepted the help of those who promised him as such, as in their relief, would have probably left scars even more incurable than the beast that burdens him. He will still be a monster but the locals will see him as the monster that simply is rather than the one they need fear. When he tells her that it doesnât feel as much of a burden anymore, she smiles.
âBe free, McCree.âÂ
His coming transformation isnât so scary. They are still not by his choice but he does not fight it. He lets the process happen and walks the forests, unaware of the barn owl that flies above the tree line in his shadow, watching over him as he wanders in his beast form, this time part of the world rather than stumbling through it.Â
In the morning, she finds him and hands him a red serape to cover himself. As they head back to her home, she tells him that heâs free to leave at any time. Even though his transformations will still occur, being at peace with the wolf within will keep the darker effects at bay, so long as he heeds her teachings. He agrees, knowing he canât stay forever and itâs about time he gets back to his regular life. He chuckles aloud and when she asks him what heâs laughing about, he tells her that in his time spent as lone wolf (ironically), heâs never appreciated the company of others. He feels saddened at the thought of leaving but confesses that he holds their friendship dearly.
Perhaps it is only friendship and nothing more but there is an understanding of his sentiments in Sombraâs eyes when he says this. The day he finally leaves, he seems hesitant but they part with an embrace. âYouâll always have a home here, Jesse.âÂ
Shedding the cumbersome, intricate, and dark attire he once donned, he now leaves with a flap of his serape and tip of his wide brimmed hat. He knows heâll return someday, and the goodbye suddenly isnât so unbearable. At nights, he can now walk with the moon, instead of running from it, and in the day, sheâs with him, in the long shadows that step in time with his strides.
#24 – Fluff: âYou look really cute in that sweater.â
It was early in the morning. The sun was barely peeking out over the horizon, but her rays were already shining brightly into his amber eyes through the open window. The large man moaned out softly and turned in his spot in the massive bed as his battle-worn hands slowly reached out for his lover. He only got the cold sheets instead of your warm body.
Grunting a bit, the large man sat up slowly to stretch and moan and grunt and groan while he rubbed any traces of sleep from his eyes. His muscles and bones ached from years of harsh training and doing his best to protect the prince from danger.
Running his meaty fingers through his dark brown mullet, his jaw tightened a bit while sleep pulled at his eyes once more.
Ignoring sleepâs beautiful lies and promises, he had pushed himself out of the warm bed to only be graced with a cold breeze that had been set into the house thanks to the open windows.
He quickly forced the window down with a grunt and locked it in place before closing the curtains and wandering around in the room. He was looking for his sweater he had placed on the chair last night, but it was gone. Shrugging it off, he simply walked out of the room with it completely tossed out of his mind by the time he passed the doorframe.
He checked the bathroom: No sign of you.
The office and library: Not a single trace of his lover.
The backyard and flower beds: Nothing.
He was now padding down the hallways of the home, his lips pressed into a thin line until something had reached his nose.
Coffee. Warm, fresh coffee that just made his bones seem to relax and slacken inside of him while his brain decided to take a small trip to somewhere else. A cup or two of warm coffee with you sounded amazing right about now.
He quickened his steps to the kitchen to only have his jaw drop slightly and his messy eyebrows perk up a bit upon seeing you.
He found his missing sweater: It was on you. It didnât even bother to cling to you, instead, it simply sat on your shoulders and hung off of you loosely while you stood in front of the coffee machine. You seemed to be half asleep as the mugs in your hands nearly slipped out of them from time to time, but you woke up just in the knick of time to catch them.
The large man chuckled and slowly walked up behind you and leaned down to press a warm kiss to your neck, his chapped lips scratching the soft skin a bit,
âYou look really cute in that sweater,â he growled seductively in your ear as his large hands crept under the sweater to grab at your hips.
#10 – Fluff: âIâm so in love with her, I donât know what to do.â
Gladiolus Amicita was many things: The loyal shield of the prince of Eos, a practical model as he always has his muscles on show, and one of the most confident men in all of Eos.
But skittish and shy? Thatâs not like him at all.
You have never seen Gladio like this at all. Youâve never seen Gladiolus blush, youâve never heard him stutter and stammer over his own words, youâve never seen him fumble on the battlefield because you simply walked by to get a better shot at the damned daemon.
Something was up, and you knew it had to be with you.
You snuck around the camp on the haven, slowly inching towards the tent that housed the five of you every night if there was no caravan or hotel nearby.
Ignis, Noctis, and Prompto had left for the nearest outpost for extra spices, water, and Ebony so Ignis wouldnât lose his mind over the four of you draining his sanity away slowly. They left only yourself and Gladio at the camp, but Gladio was still under the impression that you had decided to take a small hike on the nearby trail.
You physically flinched every time your footsteps made too much noise while nudging broken twigs and small rocks out of the way.
You heard the audible and automatic dial softly announce that he was on his phone while the rings were simply loud enough to hear from outside of the thick fabric. He mustâve had it on speaker phone.
âHello, Gladio,â Ignis stated as the roar of life and community came from his end.
âHey Iggy,â Gladio sighed.
âHave you done it yet?â
It was silent for at least a solid ten seconds.
âNo, I havenât.â
âAnd why not, if I may ask.â
âShe went on a walk when I was going to tell her.â
Your eyes widened a bit as you simply just stood there baffled.
What does he mean by that? âI was going to tell her?â
You leaned in a bit more, being careful as to watch your shadow and keeping it away from the tent so you wouldnât alert him. You did your best to keep your breathing to a minimum.
âI suggest you do it now before we get back. You wouldnât want us ruining the mood, now would you?â
The phone suddenly cut away with sound until someone else started talking.
âGladio, just go for it! She wonât hate you!â Noctis called over the people in the marketplace.
âDo it, dude! (Y/n)âs a cool girl!â Prompto exclaimed into the receiver.
âIâll take that back, thank you very much,â Ignis stated. âYou can continue to vent if you that would help your confession come to light.â
âIâm so in love with her, I donât know what to do,â he murmured into the phone.
Nerd Clipboard:Dude I am all for height differences in a
couple XD I find it cute and funny at the same time. I hope you enjoy!
Gladio x Short!Reader
When you guys first start dating, expect a lot of height
related jokes from him. He doesnât mean anything by it, he just loves making
fun of you in a good way.
He is the one that most likely puts things at least a shelf
higher from your normal reach. You could have sworn you put it a rack below,
but nope, he moved it while you werenât paying attention. Enjoys the view from
behind while youâre on your tippy toes trying to reach for an object.
Likes to carry you around on his back for when youâre tired
or youâre behind to where you canât keep up. He doesnât mind it just as long as
you donât mind being carried around by the big guy. Noctis and Prompto are
offended by this because they asked to be carried when they were tired. Gladio
said to suck it up and keep going.
Likes to keep you in his lap while you guys rest or you want
to cuddle up next your giant of a boyfriend. You just fit right into his lap
and youâre so small he could probably wrap his arms around you twice.
When you guys turn in for the night, he is always the big
spoon. He likes to keep you close his body.
When people see you together, seeing that youâre so short
compared to the big guy, they find it cute and humorous. You and Gladio donât
mind the looks, youâre just glad youâre happy with the big behemoth of a
boyfriend.
I did combined headcannons for the first part and separate ones for the second part.
I hope you donât mind.
Chocobros:
Upon hearing that you donât like to show off your body, theyâll feel a little hurt. He loves your body! He thinks itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen!
But heâll understand (especially Prompto) when you explain that wearing oversized sweaters and hoodies makes you feel better.
Heâll be sure to get you comfy sweaters and sweatshirts or sweatpants and leggings or jeans or whatever you may wear when heâs out and about. He’ll even come along to go clothes shopping with you.
Heâs remembering every day to compliment you, pick you up if you ever fall into self-conscious slumps, fight off body haters and love you just the way you need to be loved.
Gladio:
He has the biggest grin on his face as soon as he sees you in a bikini.
Heâs sure to compliment you with both words and with his kisses across your body.
Six save the teenage dirtbag that called you a beached whale from the wrath of your boyfriend.
âYou look so amazing in this, babe. I just wish every day was summer so I could see you like this.â
Ignis:
His eyebrows would flick up a bit while a small smile spreads across his faces.
Heâs glad to see you expressing and showing off your beautiful body. You deserve to show off your own beauty.
It would be worse with the ratty teenager if Ignis were to deal with him than Gladio. Just trust me on this.
âKitten, I must say, you do look quite ravishing in your swimsuit.â
Noctis:
His jaw practically hit the floor as soon as he saw you in a bikini.
Heâs in love with your curves and your chub, and look at it! Youâre in front of everyone showing them that rocking body of yours!
That kid is going to get the royal punishment. There is nothing that can save this kid. Nothing.
âI never thought I would see something more beautiful than you snoring and drooling in the morning. But I was wrong.â
Prompto:
This boy will drop the water bottle he was holding as soon as he sees you in a bikini. (That or he chokes on it, take your pick)
There are so many sweet and adorable comments and compliments spilling from his mouth. It looks like an endless stream.
You will never see Prompto this mad at the kid that commented on your chubby body. His face was bright red and his lips were turned down in the biggest frown.
âStay right there! I need to go grab my camera! The light is just right for you, babe!â
Aaaaw, this was such a cute request! i wish i had my own chocobros to help me feel better about myself lmao
Noctis:
âlmao saaaaaameâ
his response sounds apathetic but as someone who suffers from depression and crippling anxiety, noctis is actually being incredibly serious.
heâs just not good at showing his emotions, thatâs all. so when his s/o brings up that grim a topic, his initial response is humor cause thatâs honestly how he copes with his own issues.
but when he realizes just how serious his s/o is being, he drops the aloof act and holds them in a tight embrace, murmuring sweet things into their ear as he drags them into bed with him.
he lets them cry into his chest and combs his fingers through their hair as they sob. throughout the whole time heâs whispering compliments and telling funny stories about him and the guys, or little quirks he notices about his s/o when they donât think heâs watching.
thing is, heâs always watching them, lol.Â
while they cry, he puts both hands around their face and says, âyouâre an amazing person, y/n – strut that around like the champ iâve always known you to be.â
Prompto:
he gets a little teary-eyed when he sees how broken his s/o is. as someone who deals with heavy insecurity and self-esteem issues, he understands how it feels.Â
he hugs them immediately, telling them that they mean the world to him, and that theyâre the most beautiful person in the whole entire universe.Â
ây/n, youâre greater than the stars, than the astrals, than eos itself – and donât you ever forget that!â
he also shows them the many pictures he has of them, and tells in exact detail where the photo was taken, and what they were doing while he was taking that picture because thatâs how much he loves them.
later he takes them on a date to those places, and refuses to take a single picture or selfie without them smiling in it.Â
throughout the whole time heâs holding their hand and kissing their fingers, trying to make them feel better with his soft compliments about their personality and quirks.
Ignis:
tbh, ignis doesnât understand how they can feel so low about themselves. theyâre literally the loveliest person heâs ever laid his eyes upon???
he likes their peculiarities and habits! itâs what makes spending time with his s/o so much fun! the way they can make him feel so at peace and like heâs the luckiest man in the world is a miracle in itself.Â
even so, theyâre not feeling at all like themselves, so he takes the initiative and turns on some soothing music.Â
he doesnât care if they fight or shout, heâll pull them into a slow dance and hold them against his warmth, nuzzling his nose against the curve of their neck and pressing light kisses against their ears and temple.Â
âyou are simply stunning, my dear,â heâll whisper in their ear as he kisses their cheek, âthere is no other like you.â
when theyâve calmed down, he makes their favorite dinner and listens to them talk. ignis may be a busy man, but for them, heâll sacrifice all the time in the world.
Gladiolus:
like ignis, he doesnât understand their insecurities. whatâs not to like about them? theyâre cute, theyâre funny, and they make him feel like the luckiest man alive! donât they get that???
initially heâll be a tad bit ignorant because he sees literally no real flaw in them, but the raw emotion they show him shreds his heart to pieces.
ây/n – youâre simultaneously the sexiest and gentlest person iâve every had the honor of meeting,â heâll say as he pulls them into a tight embrace, wiping away the tears that prick their eyes, âyou should be proud of what youâve got!â
then he takes them out on a date and doesnât stop telling dumb jokes and making stupid faces until theyâre laughing so hard their stomach hurts.
when they look at him with a big smile on their face, he softens and intertwines their fingers, kissing their wrist and hand as he murmurs enough compliments to make them sick with the cheesiness.
heâs not just exaggerating, though. when gladio says that theyâre his greatest treasure, he means it.
Gladio. For one heâs definitely got the experience to know how to make a make out session enjoyable for any of his partners. He takes first place because heâs great at kissing all around. What I mean by that is heâs just as great at heated, passionate, carnal, lustful make outs as he is slow, sensual, loving, awe-filled make outs. He can read the mood pretty damn well and will know just what mix of the two different moods will get his lover hot and bothered in the absolute best of ways.
Nyx. This man definitely has the hot and sexy make outs down pat as most would probably assume. His lips work magicâŚeverywhere. From your lips to your neck to more intimate places heâll have you like putty in his hands before you can so much as blink. The other side of him that most donât first think of, however, is that he can be extremely playful in his make outs when heâs comfortable enough!! Actually he prefers goofy, silly make outs because it means that both of you are comfortable with each other and Nyx loves being able to shed his smoldering, tortured soul persona sometimes.
Ravus. Okay so this one snuck up on me but I kept coming back to Ravus as #3 because he would literally make you feel like such an absolute queen. Like not a princess, not just a lover, but an absolute queen. Each kiss would breathe life into you just as yours did to him. With each pass of his lips over your own as well as your neck and shoulders youâd be reminded of how special you were not only to him but in general. His magitek arm would be chilling as it held you but the contrast of how harsh it was with how gently it kept you tucked into his chest would melt your heart. Ravus may not quite have the heated and lustful make outs under his belt, but heâll sure put the others to shame with how truly cherished you are.
10 years since the sun went down and never came back.
You sat alone in your lucky catch of a hotel room in Lestallum. There was so much sound snaking its way through your open window. It should have been comforting for you. The sound of people together should have warmed your heart, but the sound only made you upset.
Angry
Hurt
Depressed
Alone. So alone.
He left you with a kiss and a promise that he would return. You wanted to believe him. Wanted to smile and wave him away with trust in your heart. But you couldnât muster it. Your tears fell like rain for days. Weeks. Months.
The sun was a burden. People expected you to be happy when the sun was shining so bright, much unlike yourself. You were as dull as a dead star. As dull as a pencil used too much. As dull as a lover without their lover. They started to worry, wondering why you havenât eaten, why your eyes were always red.
You welcomed the darkness. Everyone was sad now. No one questioned why you looked so hollow. Everyone was hollow. You were no different than the person in the room next to you now. No different than the people on the streets.
You laid your head on the pillow of the hotel bed. Your arms searched for him. Your nose searched for his scent of home and happiness. All they found was a cold pillow.
The fabric creased under your harsh grasp. Your sobs were the only sounds now. The people outside drowned out by your cries. The pillow soaked through with tears. You only cried like this when you were truly alone. No one could try and comfort you with their empty âIâm sorriesâ and âitâll be okâs.â
It will never be ok again, never again without him. The way he held you. The way his fingers stroked your cheeks. The way he kissed your tears of worry away. It was all gone. Gone with the sun. Gone with your happiness.
On the brink of sleep, your sobs had died down to nothing but shivers and sniffles.
A soft knock.
Probably next door.
Harder now.
Itâs not for me.
â(Y/N).. I know this is your room.â
Iâm too tired. My mind is playing tricks. Please stop.
â(Y/N).â
Ill prove to you.. Myself.. this is fake.
âWho is it?â You tried to control your shaking voice. You tried to add a hint of irritation in your voice, hoping your visitor would go away.. If they were even real.
There was no answer. You knew it wasnât real. It was too good to be true.
You started to turn on your heel before another knock. With a frustrated growl, you unlocked the door and threw it open. You were ready to scream into the empty hallway. Ready to scream out your frustrations at your mind for torturing you like this. Making you hear his voice when he was gone. Were your tears not enough?
Your loud wails of despair were silenced by a hand on your cheek. It was rough, calloused. It was gentle. It was everything you had missed for 10 years. It was him. It was only him.
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I wanted to try something different. Its 6 am and Iâm sad so have this lol. I tried to leave it as open as possible. Who came to mind?
This crossover have been haunting me for the past months. I was talking with friends if Joseph totally resembles Ignis from brotherhood, which automatically makes Gladio as Sebastian. Then itâs expanded to Prompto as Kidman. Unfortunately, I canât find someone who fits Noctis (except as Tatiana, ok? I thought those two has similar ambiance lol).
But Iâm pretty satisfied with this, so Iâm throwing my crossover here. I hopeyou enjoy it!
this is the realest reason to use one handed weapons.
Hereâs why all of you who have Skyrim for PC should ABSOLUTELY install the Inigo follower mod, even if itâs your only mod. Itâs the cat man saying the line in this screenshot, and he has tons of equally wonderful lines just like this.
This fucker has thousands of lines of dialogue. He is the only character
in the game, modded or otherwise, that feels like an actual character
and not a cardboard cutout complaining about the cold.
And yes, he is fully voiced.
Some things to know about Inigo
Heâs openly and vocally anti-racism, and he will make sure you know it.
Heâs a recovered skooma addict that survived a suicide attempt and travels with you to help himself find redemption for his past.
He will be concerned for you if youâre carrying skooma in your inventory
If you sit with him in an inn and know him well enough, he will let you vent to him about being depressed, and he will do his best to hear you out and help you feel better.
He has a friend he carries with him everywhere named Mr. Dragonfly. If Mr. Dragonfly is in his inventory, he will occasionally tell you what heâs thinking.
If Mr. Dragonfly is not with him, he will be sad and ask if he can have him back. Heâll be sure to let you know that itâs not personal, but he and Mr. Dragonfly are really good friends.
Give him back his dragonfly friend you monster.
he WONT TALK TO YOU WHILE YOUâRE SNEAKING
tl;dr go download Inigo and youâll never use another follower again
 I did remember telling myself after finishing the fan animation i will have enough good stuffs to put together as my first demo reel⌠;;âŚinwhichhalfarealmostffxvfananimations,toobaditswhatsmotivatingmenow
hopefully the second i will be able to make a better 2017~2018 ver ^^
can your damn chin scratches wait until iâm done practicing this new spell?
canât help it, those nails of yours are perfect for the job
â just a doodle inspired by @ribbons-halosâs latest mcsombra piece which i really loved – it was nice getting out of that art funk temporarilyÂ
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~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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