Like.. is it just me or is this series just the best ever. Tbh it sucks because they’re “long” books so I never find anyone who has actually read them all and I just want to let all my theories out and just rant and think about what was and could be. Ahh it’s like bottling up a… dragon. He he. Great series
Is it just me or do not enough people know what the Inheritance Cycle is??? I love this series so much and I wish it had a bigger fandom. I need to talk to someone about the feels this series gave me!
These were really fun (and oddly relaxing) to write! They also turned out a lot fluffier than expected, so there’s that. Sorry about them taking a while too; they were headcanons up until a few hours ago when I decided that sleep is optional
it is not.
Anyway, here they are. Hope you enjoy them. Let me know what you thought. ❤
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(N)SFW because someone didn’t want to behave. Hmpf.
Warnings: Hint to an abusive (previous) relationship.
A/N: Just a moment of comfort – just something to help you [and myself] get through the day.
Noctis: “Hey,” he reaches up, brushing your hair out of your eyes to look at you before he blushed a little, then reaches back, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m not the best with words but…you’re not alone, okay?”
Ignis: “I am not here to coddle you Darling,” a faint smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as he gently reaches up, petting a lock of your hair back behind your ear. “I am here for you however, in any way you desire it.”
Gladio: “Hey babe,” he frowns a little then dips his head, lightly kissing your cheek before he gently nuzzles his scruff against you, causing you to laugh a little. “Remember, I’m your shield too.”
Prompto: “A-ah,” he bit his lower lip a moment before he surged forward then wrapped you up in a hug from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “It’s ok to be sad, believe me, I’ve been there, but you’re not alone. Never alone. I promise.”
Moosh talks: @misssarahdoll I GOTCHU COVERED BB ❤ A re-upload from my first time as themissimmortal, back when I was just starting off with requests! Man… I want to go back to that excited feeling I got when I used to write back then!
Noctis: Noctis would forget everything around him as he holds his baby in his arms- he’s so in love with the small, fragile thing. He wants to protect it and be with it forever. He stares down at the small being, examining it’s small button nose, it’s small yet pudgy rosy cheeks and the vivid blue of its eyes. Small strands of black hair adorn the baby’s scalp, but it appears that it had inherited his s/o’s curly locks.
But then Noctis would frown. Not that it matters, but he has no idea whether his child is a boy or a girl! (Aaaand father of the year goes to…). He turns his gaze towards his s/o, whose eyes are closed from the exhaustion of giving birth. Feeling guilty, Noctis would turn to the helpful midwife beside him with an openly inquisitive expression on his face.
Again, no words are needed. The question on his face is clear. The midwife would laugh openly at the young father’s expense, much to Noct’s embarrassment.
“Congratulations, your Majesty, it’s a boy!”
Noctis would quickly get over his embarrassment and stare down at the small infant in his arms with an expression clearly filled with fatherly adoration. He would want to press a kiss to the baby’s cheek, but he’s afraid his son would awake from the sweet slumber he’s just fallen into. Instead he would just beam down at his slumbering baby before sparing an appreciative glance at his slumbering s/o, a rare occurrence indeed- this surly king hardly shows teeth!
Noctis: Noctis admires that you are interested in drawing. Although, given that he doesn’t like getting his picture taken a lot, he’s probably not too keen on getting sketched either. Not to worry though, you end up sketching your sleeping prince because that’s when he looks the cutest! It doesn’t take you very long to get it right- you’re only drawing for fun anyways- so you plan to show him the sketch when you go to visit him at the Citadel during your summer break. When you eventually show Noctis your sketch, you feel a little nervous because you’re just trying to prepare yourself for the very real chance of Noctis getting angry that you sketched him without his permission- and while sleeping at that. But you really wanted to share your work with him, so you took the plunge. Luckily, Noctis is pretty gobsmacked by your talents and ends up shyly placing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling into your neck in a display of rare affection. “Thanks for this, y/n. I really like it- you can draw me whenever you want- I really don’t mind.”
Prompto: Prompto LOVES to take everyone’s pictures, but similarly to Noctis, he doesn’t really like it when others take pictures of him. He’s pretty much got the same attitude towards being sketched. One time, when you tried to sketch him at the Crow’s Nest, Prompto got so uncomfortable he choked on his food and called it a night early. From then onwards, you learned not to sketch Prompto while he was having meals- although you found his eating habits extremely adorable, you weren’t going to make Prompto feel uncomfortable to capture it on paper. It took you a while to figure out when it would be safe for you to sketch Prompto, but you finally found your chance when Prompto was immersed in an intense game of King’s Knight with Noctis, Gladio and Ignis. You ended up sketching Prompto’s intense look of concentration, getting the angles of his beautifully handsome face just right before you grinned at your final rough product and brought it to your lips to kiss affectionately. Later that night, just before bed, you surprised Prompto with a kiss to the cheek and handed him a piece of paper- the sketch you had made of him playing King’s Knight- before taking a seat beside your boyfriend. Prompto merely stares at it for a few moments before turning to you, tears misting over his usually clear blue eyes. “Do you… really see me this way? Do I look this perfect to you?”
You, of course, nod. “Of course,” you say “you’re my sweet angel and I love you.”
Gladio: Gladiolus Amicitia doesn’t have any qualms about himself or your habit of sketching him doing random things throughout his daily routine. You’ve sketched him while he was working out, you’ve sketched him while he was out on a grocery run, you’ve sketched him while he was in the shower, you’ve sketched him while he was in post-coital bliss… you’ve got a drawing for almost every aspect of Gladio’s life. This time, Gladio’s cleaning his broadsword when you approach him with a pen and paper in your hands. You left your drawing things in the Regalia, so you had to improvise and beg Ignis for a blank page out of his recipe notebook and a pen. Ambling up to Gladio, you grin down at him and plop down beside him while raising your drawing utensils up to his face. “You mind if I draw?” you ask Gladio. Gladio shakes his head, a small smile gracing his thick lips.
“No, of course not. Get my good side, yeah?” Gladio jokes, throwing you a wink before you roll your eyes and get started on the sketch. The two of you sit in mutual silence, Gladio cleaning his sword and you sketching his perfect side profile as he worked. After around and hour, the two of you are finished and Gladio immediately turns to you and wraps you in his large, strong arms. “So babe, whatcha got for me today?” He takes your sketch and smiles down at it adoringly before pressing a tender kiss against your temple. “You’re so talented- thanks y/n. I love these sketches.”
Ignis: You like to draw Ignis while he cooks different dishes. And Ignis enjoys getting a copy of your sketches of his delectable masterpieces. So initially, you’d hidden the sketches you did of Ignis, and just offered him the sketches of the food. He was absolutely thrilled to see how detailed you could make your art, and praised you endlessly. One day, after a particularly trying hunt with a behemoth, you decided that after dinner, you would show Ignis the sketches you had done of him DURING the cooking process of his prized recipes. Ignis is washing up after providing you and the rest of the guys a wonderful, nutritious meal, so you approach him with a rather teeming pile of sketches in your arms. Ignis glances at your briefly and offers you a welcoming smile. “Hello love, something the matter?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly as he rubs against a rather stubborn piece of dried food on a plate.
You sigh and shake your head. “No, not really. Just… I drew you something.” Ignis’ smile widened and his moss green eyes lit up in excitement. Your heart soared at his reaction. He was always so openly enthusiastic about your art.
“Oh, well then- let’s take a seat after I finish up and you can show me your meal sketches-”
You smile up at Ignis, cutting him off. “They’re not… meal sketches. They’re of something- or someone- else.” Ignis stops his movements for a moment before nodding carefully.
“Okay. We’ll take a look at those then.”
When Ignis finally sits down and views your numerous sketches of him, your cheeks and flaming red. Ignis, however, is dead silent for a few moments. Suddenly, he turns towards you and his eyes a brimmed with fondness and appreciation.
“Y/n… sweetheart. This devotion you have for me is unfounded- I am only a man, and not a perfect one at that. And yet you draw me like I’m divinity.”
My brain made a remix of Headcanons. Enjoy your stay~
– Ignis feeds stray cats with leftovers – He even names them – Some have ridiculous names – “Ah, there you are, Sir Snugglesmug! Along with Madam Puffnoodles.” – His favorites are named after Noctis and Regis
– Regis and Clarus jokes: – Clarus: “Don’t hurt yourself walking down the stairs, old man!” Regis: “I’ll waddle down, Clarus. There won’t be anything to break.” – Clarus: “Did you take your vitamins yet Regis?” Regis: “Have you taken my middle finger across your face yet, Clarus?” – They have to say each other’s names so no one else feels addressed
– Cor has a stress ball in his left pocket – He throws it at people
– Gladio sometimes falls up the stairs – He once slapped Iggy’s butt falling up – They don’t talk about it
– Noctis likes to play horror games – Though he’s not ready to play them alone – That’s when Prompto comes over – They have a sleepover because neither of them can deal with scary shit
– Prompto builds Blanket forts when he feels down – Owns at least three Chocobo hoodies – Loves hot chocolate – Sometimes sends some Memes to Noct – At like 4 a.m because he can’t sleep
– Ignis sometimes takes bubble baths and drinks a glass (bottle) of wine while bathing – Listens to classical music – And metal
– When he was little, Noctis like when his father kissed his cheek whenever he did something good – So Noctis started to do the same with other people – Ignis brought him his food: kiss Jared told him his father was back home: kiss The maid gave him what he couldn’t reach: kiss His father held him in his arms: tons of kisses – Ignis was the most kissed person in the whole Citadel
– Ardyn made a one week vacation on Wizz Chocobo farm once he found out about it – Gets really excited when he sees the fluffy birds – Chocobos are better than humans and Astrals! – Talks to the birds – “Well aren’t you a pretty little Chocobo! I haven’t seen one as lovely as you in ages!”
– Ravus sneak eats Mint chocolate chip cookies throughout the day – Partly because Luna would eat them – He doesn’t want to share – Luna knows – Gentiana steals a couple of cookies out of his pockets to bring them to Luna
Moosh talks: A re-upload of some headcanons I really enjoyed writing back on my old blog! ❤ Good night (or early morning xD it’s very close to 4am here) 😀
Noctis: Noctis is a tiny bit of an awkward turtle, and usually shies away from intimacy. So early on in your relationship (let’s say, the first two or three months), you get nothing but fumbled, sweaty palmed hand holding and some rare chaste kisses to the cheek when you’re in private with the prince. But then, as the two of you grow more familiar and closer to one another, you notice that Noctis has a strange fixation with your wrists. He’s always gently rubbing at the insides of your wrists with the pad of his thumb, and it seems like it’s just become a mindless habit- you don’t really pay it much heed. But then, a few months later, around the time the two of you finally ramped up enough courage to make-out a little, you realised that Noctis was a little too pre-occupied with your wrists. He’d bring them to his lips and press gentle kisses against the soft skin there, and would gaze into your eyes with midnight blue orbs as he did so. Every time he did that, you’d shiver with a strange feeling that made you feel like you were the only woman in the world. As Noctis grew bolder, he would begin to nip and lick at your wrists in a playful manner, grinning up at you cheekily. Unable to deny him his tiny indulgence, you allowed Noctis to be his dorky self and express his love for you through his infatuation with your wrists.
Prompto: Prompto has always had a bit of an obsession with your thighs. Like, that’s all well and good- but he likes to tell EVERYONE about them. He likes how soft they feel under his head, and he likes the scent of your skin as well. Prompto prefers it when you’re not really wearing anything that covers your thighs before he rests his head on top of them. He likes to nuzzle the bare skin and press soft, lingering kisses on the tops of your thighs before tilting his head up abruptly and shooting you an angelic smile. At first, you thought it was really weird- especially when Prompto would try to pull your skirts up in public to gain access to your bare thighs to rest on- but then, as time passed by and you got used to his preference for your thighs, you merely let out a soft sigh and accepted his obsession. To be honest, you were quite flattered- your boyfriend must have really loved your soft, not at all muscular thighs. And so, whenever Prompto nuzzled into your sensitive skin on the tops of your thighs, you merely raked your fingers gently through his soft, blond locks and revelled in the way he shut his eyes in bliss and murmured words of absolute devotion up to you in a soft voice.
Gladio: This man is an overall handsy guy, so when he holds you in public, you know he’s going to eventually get carried away and grab you somewhere inappropriate. The little squeals you make when he grabs your ass in public seriously amuses him to no end. But when the two of you are alone, behind closed doors, Gladio’s touches become more curious… and paradoxically more innocent than usual. Gladio likes to cup your face in his large, warm hands and pepper kisses all over your face. He especially loves to kiss the tip of your nose, because you always screw up your face like you’re going to sneeze. He thinks you’re really cute when you do that. He also likes to press soft kisses against you collar bones and on the back of your neck and shoulders as he helps you undress after a long day at work. With the uncontrollable and rather lustful way he acts out in public with you, no one believes you when you tell them Gladio loves to just sit back in bed and cuddle you with one strong arm while he holds up the book he’s reading with the other hand. Gladio is somewhat strange in his approach to romance in that way, but you love him for it.
Ignis: This man is the exact OPPOSITE of Gladio. He absolutely refrains from any type of public display of affection with you. He very reluctantly holds your hand on special occasions, although smiles and light-hearted jokes are always plentiful. When your friends spot the two of you out on a date in public, they usually send you incredulous texts asking you whether you and Ignis are actually dating. These texts don’t really bother you though, because Ignis’ displays of affection come out in FULL FORCE behind closed doors. Ignis loves the way your bare skin feels against his own, so the moment the two of you step into your apartment, Ignis’ hands are already gently easing your day’s clothes off your body. It’s like a ritual, where the two of you undress until you are clad in only you underwear, before you both settle onto the couch and press close to one another. Ignis likes to idly stroke the tops of your covered breasts as you both sit and watch television before showering and getting ready for bed- you’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it! But it doesn’t feel like provocation of any sort- it feels comfortable and familiar. When the two of you are ready for bed, Ignis likes to press long, lingering kisses against your lips, wishing you goodnight in a breathless hushed tone before bringing you close to his chest and holding your ear against his beating heart, lulling you into a satisfying sleep- a smile permanently fixed on your lips.
To see that Gladio’s the less appreciated out of the chocobros really makes me sad. All I can see is a
giant marshmallow teddy bear with a big heart of gold. Why would you not like a giant marshmallow teddy bear with a big heart of gold?
See you’ve loved this super duper cute one:
And I see pretty much no difference with this one:
Good News everybody, I’m sick (^-^)/… I know. That ain’t good news. But it inspired me to write these Headcanons for you! Enjoy your stay~
Noctis – Opens his eyes – says “I’m dying!” – Rolls on his other side and pulls the blanket over his head – whispers “Meh,” that kinda sounds like a dogs half spoken bark – Eventually grabs his phone to call Ignis – “Iggy, I’m dying! My nose is stuffy and I’ll suffocate while breathing!” – Needs affection – Won’t eat any soup though – Spends the day in sweatpants and under his blanket
Ignis – Wakes up and feels it – Says his daily “Good morning” with a hoarse voice – A bit cranky – Takes a hot shower – Drinks his daily Ebony and a cup of tea – Goes on with his day – Eats a soup and an apple – Tries to hide when he sneezes – No one shall hear the small noise of his sneezing – His voice won’t get any better
Gladio – “Oh no,” he says, sounding like Smaug – Is annoyed by being sick – Looks generally pissed throughout the day – Prepare for loud heavy metal sneezes – He won’t apologize for them – If he has to suffer, everyone has to! – He’ll accept sacrifices in form of cup noodles – Has a thermos filled with tea on his belt – Looks like a thermos Dagger – Might throw it at someone
Prompto – Knows that he’s sick without having to wake up – “Everything hurts and I’m dying.” – Needs someone to cuddle him – And generally, take care of him – He’ll take everything – Can’t move should he have a fever – Cranky, cuddly, hungry – So hungry – Lays on his stomach with the blanket over his head – Tries his hardest not to throw up
Cor – Won’t admit that he’s sick – Even though he felt like throwing up after his Cornado – Sniffles to work – Like Gladio, he’ll look pissed – Grumpy sick Marshal is grumpy and sick – Might take a nap or two – A little hoarse – His voice sometimes breaks in the middle of the sentence
Regis – He is weakened because he’s permanently using his magic and the rings magic which means getting sick is nothing unusual to him – Woke up because he couldn’t breathe anymore – Regis: “Clarus, I can’t King today, I’m sick!” Clarus: “For the love of every god Regis. Get up!” Regis: “No, leave me here.” – At first, Clarus laughs, then he’ll get the King out of bed – Won’t be happy because Clarus forced him out of bed – Wants a back rub – Or just a bit affection at all
Ravus – Wakes up, – Rolls on his other side – Tries to sleep again – Can’t because sick – Curses while getting up – Everyone can see it when he’s sick because his nose will get red from all his clearing attempts – His facial expression won’t change though – Grumpily eats his soup and drinks his tea
Aranea – Won’t admit that she’s sick – Even though she has a voice like Gladio – Tries to hide her coughs – Sips tea – Can’t raise her voice without coughing – Voice breaks – Would break someone’s bones if they question her health
imperial soldier: we are ordered to kill the prince on sight. he is traveling by car.
other imperial soldier: how will we know which car is his? what’s he gonna do, go down the road in a flashy, tricked out car with the prophecy plastered on the side?
Mccree sat in contemplation as he nursed the pint of beer the young waitress had brought him free of charge, a sign of gratitude and respect from the tavern keeper for having saved one of his kin from bandits and bringing her to him. In reality, Mccree’s had no idea they were related, his original plan was to drop her off in town and be back on his way to hunting the Countess.
He glanced around the almost empty tavern, save for himself, a few drunk patrons, the girl, who he learned was named Molly, and the staff, surprised at the fact that despite being a fairly good sized town, so few took to an outing at the tavern and a chance to get drunk. In all his travels, by this early in the night a tavern would be packed with local townsfolk making merry on pints of alcohol.
Curious, perhaps the people were trying to avoid being out so late at night with all the “mysterious” disappearances going on in the area recently. Still, even if he wasn’t an experienced monster hunter, nothing could really deter him from having a drink after a long day, not even the undead.
Finishing off the remaining bit of liquid in his tankard, the monster hunter began to rise up out of his seat only to be shoved back down by a firm hand on his shoulder. First instinct was to reach for the crossbow currently leaning against his leg but he stopped when he saw it was the old tavern keeper and lowered his defenses, slightly annoyed.
“Mr. Hunter, I just wanted to say it’s an honor to be hosting such a fine man here at me humble tavern,” the old man chuckled while giving Mccree’s shoulder a playful shake.
Pushing aside his annoyance, Mccree gave the old man a nod of acknowledgment and gratitude, no sense in being rude when he had been given free drinks and board.
“Thank ya kindly sir, but I’m an honest man that gives credit where it’s deserved. That whole rescue was thanks to my partner,” nodding in the direction of the rooms towards the back of the tavern where Sombra had excused herself to. He noticed the girl they had rescued turn back to look at him from her seat at the tavern bar, locking eyes with him.
“Your cousin would be good as dead if wasn’t for her,” not breaking the eye contact, his words and gaze signaling a warning to Molly to keep her silence about what she had seen about Sombra.
“Well, be sure to thank her on my behalf when you see her,” giving Mccree’s shoulder one final shake and walking back towards the bar area.
“Will do,” was all Mccree responded, making his second attempt to get up and leave. Locking eyes once more with the girl, he nodded a farewell and another silent warning before making his way towards his room. He prayed in his mind to no deity in particular for her to keep quiet, the last setback he needed was a witch hunt after Sombra and possibly himself for harboring her.
The room that the tavern keeper had kindly assigned him to was large enough to fit multiple people, no doubt reserved for traveling parties which the two clearly were and only that despite what the old man hinted at when the hunter requested a shared room. He was definitely not romantically interested in his undead companion, but rather wanted to keep a close eye on her should the call of hunger drive her off the kill.
His fears were realized when he entered their shared room and saw that the vampire was nowhere in sight, but they were soon replaced by feelings of annoyance and anger at her disregard for his instructions to stay indoors and out of sight.
“Sombra? You best be in here or you’re in for a world of hurt you no good leech!”
Silence met his ears as he waited a response, where the hell did she run off to? A shuffle of fabric behind him startled him enough to combat roll away and draw his crossbow, line of sight aimed at the vampire as she leaned in the doorway, eyes dancing with amusement and a smirk gracing her features.
Mccree grimaced at her as he stood up and walked towards the woman, anger visible in his eyes. He grabbed her arm to pull her into the room, out of sight/earshot before unloading a string of curses at her careless behavior. Sombra’s face remained unchanged, her ever mocking smirk only increasing the man’s anger with her, but she didn’t care. Who was he to dictate what she can and can’t do?
“Jeez, had I known you were going to be so worried about me Mccree I would have left you a note,” she interjected, eyes rolling as she made her way over to what she had claimed as her bed before flopping down and kicking off her shoes.
The man snorted at the suggestion of him being worried about her, his job was to keep humans protected from the monsters, not the other way around. Giving up on scolding her, Mccree sighed and took a seat on his own bed across the room, lighting up a cigar to relieve himself of the anger caused by Sombra.
“…’least answer this, where did you go?”
Sombra looked up from her current position, quiet at first, as if contemplating how to answer him which didn’t sit well with the hunter as it arose suspicion of her activities.
“I went out…scouted the area. Don’t give me that look either Mccree,” she finally responded, frowning at the skeptical face he gave her response, “I’m not an animal you can keep locked up in here or that damn coffin!”
“Could have fooled me, you sure acted like a wild animal back with those two bandits.”
Mccree’s mind flashed back to what had transpired back in the woods, the way Sombra’s eyes had gleaned with blood-lust, her lightning fast movement, and the blood curdling screams of her victims, a true apex predator. Mccree’s stomach tightened in a knot, what kept her from doing the same to him?
His eyes met hers and he felt a bit of regret at the cruel comment he had thrown at her, had she the capability of crying no doubt her eyes would be welling up with tears, the hurt was visible in her pools of indigo that stared back at him.
“I’m sorry, I…I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not your fault…” the expression on his face displaying his remorse for the insult which she simply nodded, accepting his apology. The resulting tension in the room was thick and uncomfortable as neither said a word after that, both trying their best to seem un-bothered by the awkward silence.
Sombra laid in her bed, staring at the cobwebs that decorated the room’s ceiling while Mccree kept himself busy with polishing and inspecting his crossbow, both knew they were trying to avoid conversation with the other. When Mccree began getting ready for bed, the vampire took notice that while he had removed his boots, coat, and hat, he left on the silvered chest armor. Was he worried she was going to attack him in the middle of the night?
“…I’m not going to harm you Mccree if that’s what you’re worried about,” finally breaking the silence between them, eyes gesturing at his armored chest, “Had I wanted you dead, I would have killed you already.”
Mccree raised an eyebrow in her direction and chuckled as he shook his head, hands moving to unclasp the buckles that held his armor in place, “Honey, I’d love to see you try,” he retorted in a light hearted tone, dropping his chest piece on the floor beside his weapon and boots before giving her a playful smirk and blowing out the candle by his bedside.
“Night Ms. Vampire.”
F***. I have not been so emotionally invested in a Mcsombra story before. Ack. I need more of this – this is probably my favorite of all your stories because I’m excited to see the development between McCree and Sombra and of course what’ll happen when they finally encounter the Countess. This is a slow burn and I haven’t read many of those (despite claims of it) and man is it slow – I’m waiting for that sweet, sweet moment in the end, whether it be angsty or happy.
but this is also me:
Excellent update!! I eagerly await your next update/installment! 💖💖
Hi love ! Thank you for your request (Soldier 76 is one of my ultimate crush in OW) I really enjoyed writing it (it even got a little bit longer than expected – and also a little bit goofy sometimes maybe ? hope it’s still ok ahhh)
As usual, feel free to correct me if you see any mistake ! I hope you’ll enjoy it !
BTW it’s my birthday so if you feel like it don’t hesitate to like or rt it means a lot to me thaanks
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☆ It’s not about coffee
Jack didn’t feel like a teenage boy for a long time.
Actually, he didn’t even feel like Jack for a very long time.
These past few months… or years, he only devoted himself to one thing, Overwatch. Even after the fall, when he became Soldier 76, he had nothing but his duty in mind. Protect the innocents and punish those who hurt them. It was hard to get to him, to get past the protection of his mask and reach the man.
But then you came into his life.
And he who was the most trained soldier, the Strike Commander of Overwatch, he was not ready for that. He fell in love.
How could he not ?
You were just like the flower that blooms into the carnage of the battlefield. The smile on your lovely face, your laugh, the kind words you always had for him… he fell head over heels for you.
Me getting scatter arrowed: i got scatter arrows up me asshole.
Me getting concussion mined: I just got a concussion mine up my buttcrack
Me getting helix rocketed: wooh, three helix rockets up my ass crack
Friend: what is with your ass?
Me: it’s a happening place.
This is just a little something based on Soldier’s new highlight intro. Hope you like it!
Warnings: mention of blood and violence, fluff??
You didn’t see him coming. How could you? He was so fast, so
damn fast. You barely saw him run at you, his weapon raised then you felt and
heard the butt of his gun hit you in the face. You fell to the ground and the
world went black for a moment; your ski mask gave you no protection from the
hit. You should have gotten one made that would protect your face from hit like
that. Should have gone to Torb, you thought.
When you opened your eyes, you saw stars and double of your
attacker. You knew that jacket and that mask, everyone in this area knew him.
Soldier 76. The vigilante who was hunting down the Los Muertos gang. The
vigilante who saved some people and made others cower in fear. Yet that’s not
what got your attention. It was how he was standing. You knew that stance, in
fact that whole move you recognized. But, how?
Your eyes cleared and he just stared down at you. His pulse
rifle at his side, his chest puffed out, and his other hand was formed in a
fist. The way his chest was moving as he breathed and just his overall stance
reminded you of someone. In fact, this entire scene felt like déjà vu. But you
remembered this happening with a blonde haired, blue eyed young man who had the
prettiest smile and the sweetest laugh. Not with an angry white-haired
vigilante who wore a mask.
You remembered that day. You and Jack were in a one on one
simulation, he was always faster and stronger than you but that’s why you asked
him to assist you. If you wanted to become the best, you went to the best for
help. He had come around a corner and you barely saw him running at you, you
didn’t defend yourself in time and you got face full of a rifle.
You remembered letting out a yelp and falling to the floor.
When you opened your eyes, you saw his boots first. Looking up, you saw him.
Jack was above you, rifle at his side and his fist clenched. When he saw the
blood on your face he immediately dropped down beside you and began assessing the
damage.
“Shit Jack, did you have to hit me so hard?” you asked. The
world was still spinning and your head was throbbing. You felt something slick
running down your face.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you so hard! I
thought you saw me,” he said. He helped you up, and despite still seeing stars
and being wobbly you snorted.
“You owe me, you ass,” you said. You punched him in the
chest and he let out a noise.
“That hurt.”
“Not as much as my face,” you said. He only laughed and
helped you to the medical ward. You still had the scar.
You were brought out of your memory when Soldier 76 grabbed
you by your shirt and slammed you against the wall. The air left your lungs and
you felt dizzy again.
“Who the hell are you? Why are you out here?” he spat. His voice
was rough and angry, it didn’t sound like Jack. But it was.
“Mask,” you managed to breathe out. He ripped the ski mask
off your face and… Jack froze.
It was you. After almost a decade, it was you. You were
older and you looked tired. You had a gash on your forehead and blood was
tickling down your face. He sat you on your feet and used your ski mask to dab
at the cut. You leaned against him and looked up at the visor.
“Why did you hit me so hard, Jack?” you teased. He froze and
looked away from the gash and into your eyes. You knew.
“Old habits die hard,” he grunted.
“Like us old soldiers, eh?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Why are you out
here?” he asked. You looked away from his face and punched him in the chest. He
let out a grunt and you saw he furrowed his brow at you.
“Same reason you’re out here. Now, help me to my apartment, Mr.
I don’t play the rules anymore. The world is still unsteady,” you said. He
wrapped an arm around your waist and let you leaned against him.
“Still can’t defend against that move,” he grunted.
“You move too fast for me Jack,” you said. You heard him let
out a soft laugh at that and you couldn’t help but join him.
You were sitting on the couch, moping. Your first misson had gone terrible and you couldn’t help but to think about everything you had done wrong.
“Are you alright, Y/N?”, Hanzo sat down next to you and you immidietly hugged him.
“I was in the way the intire mission…”, you pouted. Hanzo lifted you up onto his lap.
“It was your first mission and you were doing your best.”, he kissed your forehead, “ There will be more missions to come where you can prove yourself.”
You snuggled into Hanzo’s chest as he hugged you tightly. You followed the lines of his tattoo on his arm with your finger as he played with your hair, you sat like this for the next hour.
McCree.
The ship had just docked and you were walking off when Jesse ran up to you and lifted you up in the air.
“Jesse! People are staring!”, you hissed at him. He chuckled at your flustered face.
“I missed ya, darlin’! How’d the mission go?”, he smiled.
“Not… great…”, you said as he put you down.
“Aw, don’t be like that. I’m sure you were doing your best.”, he rested his forehead on yours and you looked into his sparkling eyes.
“Thank you.”, you kissed him, “Now let’s get back to our room.”
“Don’t mind if I do!”, he grinned and picked you up. You yelped as he carried you away.
Junkrat.
You met up with Jamison at the ship.
“How did it go?”, you smiled tiredly at him.
“Great! How’d it go for you?”, he grinned back.
“Not… excactly as planned.”, you stopped smiling.
“You think?”, Hanzo said sarcastically.
“Ey, should really a guy with only half a shirt say that?”, Jamison said before you could stop him.
“You don’t even have a shirt.”, Hanzo raised an eyebrow at Jamison.
“Better than half a shirt.”, he let out a small “hmph”.
“That’s not… nevermind…”, Hanzo walked away to the other side of the ship. You giggled at Jamison’s heroic facial expression.
“I’m sure you did your best, sheila!”, he sat down next to you and you snuggled up against him.
Thanks, Jamie…”, you smiled.
Soldier 76.
You walked into your room. For once Jack had actually fallen asleep before you got home. You sighed and changed into your pyjamas and then sat down on the bed. Jack reacted to the movement of the bed and quickly sat up.
“How did it go?”, he said with a tired tone.
“Go back to sleep…”, you said and laid down. He laid down so you were facing eachother.
“How did your mission go?”, he asked again.
“Not great…”, you sighed and snuggled up against him. He took you into his embrace.
“You’ll get it next time…”, he kissed the top of your head.
“Are you sure?”, you looked up at him.
“Positive.”, he smiled.
“Thank you…”, you sighed and fell asleep in his arms.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh
ARE YOU HAPPY????!!!! @thatonedaydream
FUCC—
hhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE IMAGINE I BLURTED TO YOU WASN’T EVEN THAT FUCKING BAD WHAT THE FUCCCCCCC—WHAT THE FUCKING FRESH FUCKING HELL FUCKING IS THIS I GIVE SO MANY FUCKS ABOUT THIS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [falls to her knees] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
In high school, Prompto is a close friend of yours and he sends you shit loads of memes. He sends this one day:
And you reply with a laugh and like ‘shit son now i’m hungry for chicken nuggets’, but like as soon as the message is sent and read you hear your doorbell go off and who is leaning on the doorframe when you open the door but Prompto Argentum with some chicken nuggets and a stupid grin on his face like “Sup.”
Let it be known that if anyone can get in your pants and have the story involve chicken nuggets it’s fucking Prompto Argentum. Cinnamon roll turned sinnamon roll with food stuffs.
Whew… I finally finished it lmao
His outfit is so intricate it took me longer than I expected it to finish.
Buuut… I hope it’s to your satisfaction (*´∀｀*)
For @shianhygge-imagines as thanks for writing Ephemeral
He doesn’t know what to do. You’re standing a few inches away from him in a dark closet and he feels like he’s suffocating. He doesn’t want to make a move in case you don’t like him the way he likes you.
You end up making the first move. He gasps as you pull him down for the kiss. Your lips are slightly chapped and you’re nervous but it’s the best kiss he’s ever had.
He immediately backs you against the wall. His hand snakes to the back of your neck and keeps you in place. His body is pressed against you and you can feel his hardness against your thigh. His tongue slips into your mouth and you feel like you’re drowning.
When the door opens, neither of you notice until someone clears their throat. Soldier 76 puts his mask back on to cover his blush but yours is out for everyone to see. You both go back to you seats. He’ll talk to you later about that kiss and the hopes of future ones.
Lucio
Lucio’s nervous but he’s excited. He follows you into the closet. After a few seconds in the dark, he’ll ask you if he can kiss you. With a quick yes, his lips are pressed to yours.
He’s softer with you. Tiny pecks fall over your lips, eyes, and cheeks. Everything feels sweet and warm and he smells wonderful.
He can feel you pressed against him and his stomach fills with butterflies. You’re kissing him back. You’re actually kissing him back. He’s so happy.
When the door opens, you both slip back into your seats and giggle with each other. He offers his hand for you to hold. If you take it, the smile doesn’t leave his face for the rest of the night.
Reaper
The door closes and Reaper just looks down at you with a smirk. He’s waited this long to kiss you, he can wait a few minutes longer. He loves to see you squirm. He’ll let you stew for a second until you can’t take it anymore.
“Just kiss me already!” he’s happy to oblige.
He kisses the way he does everything else, with his entire being. You can’t seem to breath anymore. His hands are underneath your thighs and suddenly you’re against the wall. He’s between your legs and you can feel his bulge pressed against you. You gasp as he gently ruts against you, growling between kisses.
When the door opens, your lips tingle and you’re panting. He sits down and pulls you into his lap. He’s got more kisses for you if you want them.
Junkrat
Everyone just gave him the perfect chance to kiss the life out of you and he’s about to take it.
The door isn’t even completely closed before his lips are on yours.
He’s a whirlwind. His hands are all over you, touching as much skin as possible. He’s been aching for you and you’re finally in front of him. He’s going to make the most of these seven minutes. Between all the kisses, touches, and bites, you can’t keep up with him.
When the door opens, you’re covered in hickies and dazed. He’s got a huge grin on his face as he goes back to his seat.
ok so i screenshotted this moment because i thought it was pretty cool
the first time we get to see all four elements working together for a common enemy, blah blah blah, but i started laughing because
sokka’s fucking boomerang. sokka threw a fucking boomerang at princess azula, renowned lightning bender and heir-apparent to the throne of the fire nation.
and sokka threw a boomerang at her.
I said it once and i say it again.
Azula considered Sokka to be the biggest threat in this group and countered him first. What this picture miss is Sokka sanding nearby. All members of this group unleash their attack at same time, but Azula reacts to boomerang first. If you watch this part in slow motion, you could see that Sokka’s boomerang was the first thing that would hit Azula and may even incapacitate her making her unable to continue to fight. So she had to counter in first. She deflected it with well placed shoot.
Then and only then, when there is no immediate threat, she starts to create her blue fire wall to counter other elements.
Lets think about this. How hard should you have to throw something to make it move faster that any elemental attack? Either all elemental attacks are slow or you are pretty strong. That said nonbenders with good aim and strong hands could easily overpower benders if they timed it right.(Aang got captured by Yuan archers who are all nonbenders.) Azula knew of this and acted according to it. She is talented bender and you may think that she should enlist other benders to help her track and capture Zuko, Iroh, and later avatar, but instead she uses her nonbender friend to help her.
Even if you have no bending you can still fight… and win.
Let’s not forget that on the Day of Black Sun, Sokka was the one in charge and Azula was no idiot Azula knew that.
When Aang, Sokka, and Toph all confronted Azula, she proceeded to make them chase her and waste their time. Azula is not only talented, she’s sly and smart as hell. WHO WAS THE ONE WHO SAW THROUGH THAT BS CHASE?
Sokka.
NOT ONLY THAT but after Sokka explains to the Gaang that Azula is just baiting them, Azula actually verbally attacks Sokka. Not through fighting, but through words, knowing not only that an intelligent person like him could only be brought down with emotions BUT that Sokka was the leader and if she could get him the stay, Aang and Toph would follow his lead.
Azula knew Sokka was their strength and took him down. WOULD SHE DO THAT IF HE WASNT A SIGNIFICANT THREAT TO HER!!??!
No. She wouldn’t waste her time and energy on someone she didn’t think was capable of actually getting in her way.
WHEN SHE GETS HER FIREBENDING BACK SHE HAS THE OPTION OF ATTACKING BADASS METAL BENDING TOPH AND THE FUCKING AVATAR
WHO DOES SHE ATTACK?!?!
Azula never underestimated the power of non benders especially an intelligent one like Sokka. Sokka was a huge threat to fucking Azula on multiple occasions.
Remember that.
Look at this spot on fucking discourse. LOOK AT IT.
Just thought I’d drop this
into the debate as well, (instead of actually fighting him she backs off, and who blames her? Sokka’s club looks like it could shatter bones…).
Along with this:
Scenes with Azula confronting Sokka are few and far in between but they paint a pretty interesting picture, don’t they?
I was definitely a profit killer when I worked in a pharmacy (which honestly was my favorite job in the entire world, but it was short-lived and nowadays you can’t work at a pharmacy like that, it’s all tied in with corporate retail and no one should ever trust me with a cash register ever). It was not, however, actually a profit killer for the pharmacy, just for the drug companies, so no one cared. These days I do medical billing, which means I actually bill OUT from hospitals so I’m mostly spending my professional time taking money away from insurance companies.
I will now impart all of my profit killing resources onto you, in case you don’t know them. I think most of you know them, now. But just in case you don’t.
THIS IS US-CENTRIC. I’M SORRY.
1. GoodRx – this thing has an app now, so you can look up the best places to get your expensive medicines at the lowest possible prices without insurance on the go, and you no longer have to print coupons because you can just hand over your phone or tablet. Times have changed for the better with GoodRx. Definitely use it before trying to fill your scrip, because it will tell you the best place to go. (You can do that on the website, too.)
2. NeedyMeds– Needymeds is basically the clearinghouse of drug payment assistance. They have their own discount cards, but also connections to many patient assistance programs run by drug companies themselves. They are good assistance programs, too.
3. Ask your county – This is not a link. This is a pro tip. Most county social services will have pharmacy discount programs for people with no and/or shitty pharmaceutical coverage. You can often just find them hanging around at social services offices; you can just pick one up and walk off with it.
4. Ordering online – There are a few safe online pharmacies. I keep a little database in a text file on my computer. Most of them are courtesy of CFS forums, my mother or voidbat, so a lot of that is a hat tip to other people, but if you’re in need of a place to get a drug without a prescription … first I’ll make sure you 100% know what you’re doing for safety reasons and then I’m happy to turn over a link.
5. Healthfinder– A government resource that helps find patient assistance programs in your area. This might also point out the convenient county card thing. RxHope is something a lot of people get pointed to via Healthfinder that’s a good program.
6. Mental Health America – Keeps a list of their best PAPs for psychiatric medications, which can be some of the most expensive and a lot of pharmacy plans don’t cover them at all.
This is so important ppl.
Signal boost the shit out of it!
Booooooooooooooooooost
Good Rx Saved my family a hundred dollars a month while I was getting signed up for CHIP seriously it’s a life savor especially for ridiculously expensive drugs like abilify
Useful info, friends! 😉
Since many of our followers are on medications, I feel like this would be an important resource. -Luna
Also! Some drug companies have patient assistance programs where they send you the drug for FREE if you are uninsured, or if your insurance doesn’t cover that drug.
Do a Google search for “patient assistant programs” + (your med), or search the manufacturers website. Sometimes the info is online; other times you have to call.
Even some of the big name pharma companies have this. It’s certainly not all companies, or all meds, but it is worth a shot.
Before Obamacare, I lost insurance and couldn’t pay for my mood stabilizers (kiiiiinda important to have those when you’re bipolar.) I was on generic Lamictal, but I went to the official Lamictal website, filled out a form with a valid prescription, and they mailed my meds to me every month for free.
If you know anything about bipolar disease, you know that that was a literal life saver. Patient assistance programs ftw!
This is so important given the recent vote to repeal Obamacare. And the cartoon above is so on point They’re literally voting to kill people. Literally.
Some of my meds are no longer going to be partially covered by my ridiculously expensive private insurance. I just used the GoodRX website to look it up, and I can either spend $40 at Target to pay for one of them out of pocket–per month–, or I can get it at Sams Club for $4. No that is not a typo. The drug I need to take every single day to keep my allergies from spiraling out of control (yay auto-immune bullshit) is literally ten times cheaper at Sams Club. Holy shit.
Well, do you guys still remember my old WIP of Vincent Valentine which I drew years ago? Probably not, it’s so old haha. I never finished it and my hard drive died so I lost PSD file, with it I lost my motivation to draw it again. Thanks to people on IG I decided to come back to it, mostly cuz I want to see how much did my way of painting changed over the years. In 2017 I mostly decided to drop Soft Round brush for detailing and am embracing my lovely collection of 2k brushes. Colors became fashionable again SO you’ll see me using less Adjustment layers and will actually paint with colors…after years <__<; *horror music starts playing*
Anyway, my style has changed a lot since then. I mostly lost patience for really soft way of shading haha. But it changed mostly since I got Cintiq 2 years ago. With it I was able to experiment like never before, paint with brushes which have tilt feature, paint in styles which I used when I drew traditional works. It has been a long journey since then, so hopefully you’ll see me post more polished illustrations as this one this year. I’ve been full of doodles lately haha.
So…after some thought, I thought I’d try this again. Last year’s was a pretty good success, so why not? Hanzo and Mei, cutest couple! I’m nailing this down for March like last time, 11-17, to be precise and here are the prompts!
A McSombra AU where Deadlock and Los Muertos are rival games. McCree and Sombra often find themselves on the opposite end of the other’s gun but a few flirty lines are thrown here and there. McCree manages to catch one photo of her and him before Overwatch takes out both gangs. Years later, he still clings to the image, and searches for the shadowy woman.
It starts with Sombra teasing and destroying the idea of love. One drunk night, she and McCree banter and trash the concept of such a stupid thing as love while hating how good the other smells. A funny fic. Cheesy but charming with a few secret kisses slipped in the dark.
Unrelated blurb but I finally got my Sombra cute spray! ;__; All I ever wanted out of this game was to get both McCree’s and Sombra’s cute sprays…and I finally have them. YAY!
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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