Yep, finally (thanks to that HORRIBLE ((<3 <3)) human being known as @yuffah) I got some inspiration and I actually drew something! I finally played the whole KH saga and I’ve been filled with unnecessary feelings, so now I’ll slam my sketches on your dashboards, HA!
I can’t stop imagining Nomura just holding onto to this old concept art of Sora as a lion/cat hybrid and is looking for every opportunity to make it reality, so it just comes off as
“One way -”
“Or another -”
“I’m going to make hIM A FUCKING KITTYKITTYKITTY CAT.”
[Image Description: A close-up picture of Soldier 76 in his Commando skin in Eichenwalde during the Halloween event. There is text that reads (870): Remembering you have vodka in the freezer gives the same surge of happiness as finding 20 bucks in a coat pocket. ]
Summary: Overwatch plans a trip to the beach but while there, Jack’s future s/o feels self-concious and Jack comforts them.
Warnings: Body negativity (everyone is beautiful and don’t let others tell you otherwise
Notes: Hey so I haven’t written in about 2 years so this might be a little (a lotta) rough. But thank you for reading and let me know if you see anything I need to improve on!!
Joining Overwatch meant little free time. Everyone knew that. No more sitting around 24/7, no more sleeping in every day, no more pure laziness. Vacation? That seemed out of the question. There was no way that missions would be put on hold for some silly fun time, right? Well, you were wrong. Winston made the announcement during breakfast. “Listen up, everyone! You all have been working very hard lately and you deserve some time off. There’s a beach about 45 minutes away from here. It’s quiet, it’s pretty, and most of all, it’s safe. We’ve got two beach houses rented and plenty of rooms to occupy so everyone get ready to have some fun!”
Talking, laughter and cheers occupied the silence after the announcement. D.Va complained about not having her games with her and Tracer blinked up to Winston, begging for Emily to come with. Seated beside you, Jack grunted in response to the news. You smiled at him, “Don’t you like the beach 76?”
His eyebrows came together, eyes hidden by the glowing red visor, “It’s okay, I suppose.”
The two of you had a unique relationship, seeking each other for comfort at nights, sitting next to each other whenever you could, taking him out to go shopping (he secretly loved it don’t let him lie.) A level of trust was shared, he was even comfortable talk about his past life, allowing me to call him Jack in private and seeing him without the visor. Saying you had a slight crush on him was a huge understatement.
The trip was planned a month in advance, giving everyone plenty of time to clear their schedules and get as many missions done as possible. Three days before, you were in your room packing. Your eyes drifted to the underwear drawer housing the few swimsuits you had. Bad thoughts started to crossed you mind. There’s so many skinny girls in Overwatch. All of them are equally as beautiful, why would anyone look at me in a swimsuit?
Getting up from your previous position you make your way over to said drawer, opening it and finding you favorite swimsuit. I can’t think this way, I won’t let these thoughts ruin this trip. I’ve worked so hard training my body to the way it is now. You shove the suit in your bag and set the bag near the door, trying to think positive thoughts about the whole trip.
When the day to leave finally arrived, Jack met you as you came out of your room. “Ready to go?” You nod and went to grab your bag, only to be beaten to it. “I’ve got it, lets head to the car.”
A slight blush made it’s way onto your face at the gentlemanly action, “Thank you, Jack.”
Three cars were being used to transport you all to the beach houses. Your car consisted of McCree, D.Va, Tracer, and Emily (whom Winston finally gave in and let Tracer bring.) Jack was in the car in front of you, put in charge of driving with the moody Asian boys and Winston. Looking towards Tracer, she held a slight smirk on her face, “So, (y/n), did you buy a special swimsuit for 76 to see you in?”
Your face starts to heat up and you roll your eyes, “We aren’t together Lena.”
She laughs and turns toward the front, “Not yet, love, but you just wait.” Oh this is going to be a long ride.
Finally after being drilled with questions from the group, you arrived and piled out of the cars, grabbing your things and finding rooms to sleep in. Jack had packed away your bag in his car and was currently carrying it up to the house. You ran to catch up with him, walking together down the long hall full of rooms. “Where should I put your things?”
You looked around and gestured to an empty room with 2 beds and a connected bath, “How about there?” He shrugged and walked in, setting your bag on one bed and his on the other. Yet again a blush found it’s way onto your cheeks, “Are you gonna sleep in here with me?”
“Why not?” He went to close the door but was interrupted by Tracer, “Hey loves, lets head down to the beach! My feet are itching to be in the water!”
Jack hummed in response, “Let us get ready then, we’ll meet you all down there.” With that he went to his bag, digging around for his swimming trunks. “You heard her, let’s get dressed.”
You start to do the same, finding your suit and standing up, “I’ll go change in the bathroom and you can change in here, give me a call when you’re done.”
Making your way over to the bathroom, you proceed to shut the door and put on the suit. Looking in the mirror, the bad thoughts start to come back. See that part of your body, they’ll all laugh. It looks too tight and makes you look chunky. Your thighs are rubbing together, no one’s gonna want to see that. Most of all Jack will see you in this, he’s not gonna be impressed.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, “Are you almost done? I can hear Lena practically screaming because she’s so impatient.”
Your worries practically scream in you head and your eyes start to fill with tears as you take in your image in the mirror once more, “Actually you go ahead without me. I’ll just stay in here and read.”
“Come on, we’re at the beach. If you want to read then you can at least do it in the sun on the sand.” You hear him growl in frustration when you still don’t come out of the bathroom. “That’s it I’m coming in.”
With a quick squeak you grab at the nearest towel, quickly covering up you body from the soldier in front of you. Tears had begun to stream down your face, them not going unnoticed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack comes forward, taking off his visor and setting it on the bathroom counter. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and swim trunks.
You look down and sign, shaking you head, “It’s nothing, Jack. Don’t worry, go have fun with everyone else.”
He lowers himself to your eye level and presses his forehead against yours, “Tell me what wrong now, sweetheart.” And with that he lifts you up bridal style and takes you over to the bed, towel falling off of you leaving you exposed to the man. Quickly, you bring your hands up to your stomach and other areas you deem imperfect, covering them from his view.
Now it’s his turn to blush, taking in your form as you lay on the bed in front of him as his ears and face turn a bright shade of red. He sighs, “Wow.”
You turn away, fresh tears making their way into your eyes, “I know I don’t look like all of them. I’m not pin skinny or having muscles, I don’t have an amazing ass, my arms are flabby and so it my stomach. Just please leave so I can wallow in my self pity.”
Then he did something you didn’t expect, slowly he got into the bed next to you, placing his hands on your wrists and moving them away from the areas you were trying to hide. Now fully exposed to him in your swimsuit, you blush as you feel his hands replacing where yours were. Sucking in a breath, you shyly look into his eyes and he pressed his forehead to yours again, “Please don’t say those bad things about yourself, I don’t see you that way.”
He begins to lower himself and press slight kisses to the areas you were covering, “I think you’re perfect, every part of you is perfect.” He looks back up at you when he’d done, “Do you want to know why I’m wearing this t-shirt?”
You look up at him in confusion, “Why?”
He tentatively reaches down and removes his shirt, revealing his heavily scarred but muscular torso, “It’s because I thought you wouldn’t like seeing this, seeing all of these. I was afraid you’d reject me after knowing what I looked like under the suit.”
You raise a hand, brushing them over his muscles and feeling the scar tissue brush up against your finger tips. He closed his eyes and sighs, reveling at the feeling of your hand against him. You lean up and do what he did, lightly running your lips over every scar, every mark that coated his chest, “I would never reject you, Jack.”
He leans his forehead against yours and places his forearms on either side on you head to keep him up. His eye flicker down towards your lips, silently asking you permission. You nod and pull him into a slow and passionate kiss. His hands travel down your body again, gently caressing you.
The moment would have lasted forever if it wasn’t interrupted by a laugh near the door. Pulling apart and Jack rolling off of you and moved his hand to cover up his face where his visor should be, you look to see Tracer leaning against the door frame, “See, love? Told you it’d happen.” And just as fast as she came, she left, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.
Jack looked over toward you, “You know, we could stay in here if you still want to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable out there.”
You smile at him, moving your hand to tangle in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss, “On second thought, let’s go have fun at the beach.”
Late nights with some of the boys of overwatch! Warnings: vaguely mentioned nsfw, mentions of pregnancy
Jack Morrison / Soldier: 76
“Jack?”
It wasn’t unusual for Jack to be held up after hours. Maybe it was paperwork, maybe it was restlessness after a particularly tough mission; whatever the case, he never seemed to fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.
He looked more tired than usual today, and you felt your heart ache at the bags that had grown underneath his eyes. He was always too hard on himself.
His brows furrowed as he took you in; the blanket wrapped around your form, the fatigue that you wiped from your eyes.
“______? Sweetheart, it’s almost 3AM,” he spoke quietly, setting his pen down. You nodded tiredly, before clambering into his welcoming arms and settling your face into the crook of his neck.
“I know,” you mumbled against him, pressing a small kiss to his jaw, “But I couldn’t find my soldier.”
His heart swelled and tightened simultaneously. You, too, suffered from your fair share of nightmares; he knew that he was one of the only people — if not the only person — who could tame them. “I’m sorry, baby, but this paperwork…”
“We can do it together,” you say groggily, picking up a page from his desk. “And then we can sleep. Sound good?”
He looked down at you as you read through the page you held, and a small smile grew almost unconsciously on his face. “Sounds good.”
Gabriel Reyes / Reaper
It’s exactly 00:01 when the lock on the front door clicks and shudders through the house — 6 hours later than expected. Like a bullet, you fly from the couch and out to the hallway, where your man was tiredly dropping his bags to the floor.
“Gabe!” You cry out, feeling tears burn in your eyes. You throw your arms around him and pull him close, throat clogged with tears. “You didn’t call — I — I thought—”
Gabriel holds you tightly, his arms wound around your back and clutching you like he needed you to live. He knew you well enough to know that you had most likely been waiting on the couch since he was expected to arrive — waiting for a phone call that would never come.
“Shhh, mi alma,” he coos gently into your ear, beginning to rock back and forth with you. “There’s no need to worry.”
“When you didn’t call,” you began, bottom lip trembling, “I thought the worst…”
Gabriel pulled back, placing a gentle hand on your cheek and the other down to the soft bump that grew within your stomach. Your hand ghosted over the bruises on his jaw and the scars along his cheek. “I will always come back to you both, mi amor. Never doubt that.”
Jesse McCree
It was nearing 11PM and he still hadn’t stopped. You stood outside the door to the nursery, leaning against the doorframe. A smile of tired amusement painted your face as you took in your husband, covered mostly in paint and masking tape, as he continued to paint the walls a light yellow.
“Maybe it’s time for a break?” You suggested, breaking the silence. Jesse turned to you, his eyes widening.
“Now darlin’,” he began, ushering you out of the room, “You know the paint’s not good for the baby!”
“Neither is his momma being stressed because his daddy won’t rest!” You argued, tugging at Jesse’s sleeve. You pouted at him, nuzzling against the side of his neck. “C’mon, Jesse, I’ll sleep better if you’re beside me.”
He glanced back at the unfinished nursery behind him.
“Your very pregnant and very tired wife is asking you to get some rest,” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.
Jesse sighed, and kissed your forehead. “Gimme ten minutes, baby. Ten minutes.”
Your eyes narrowed. “I’ll give you seven — and then you better be back, you hear?”
“Loud and clear, ma’am.” Jesse grinned, planting one last kiss against your lips before he disappeared back into the nursery. You sighed, rolling your eyes. He’d be at least 15 minutes — but you’d wait. You really did sleep better when it was him you fell asleep with.
Hanzo Shimada
You find him on the roof, gazing up at the sky. His bow sits beside him, and an arrow is perched in his hands. It’s much too late to tell the time, but the streets have cleared and left the world silent. You had fallen asleep hours earlier, after the few rounds of love-making had tired you out, and only possessed a dressing gown with which to keep you warm.
For a while, he says nothing. He lets you sit down beside him and rest your head on his shoulder, but still he gazes out into nothingness. Then, he speaks.
“I was raised to be without emotion,” he murmurs. You see his fingers tighten around the arrow in his hand. “I was raised to be dangerous and uncaring. I suppose I succeeded in doing so.”
“That’s not true,” you whisper back, kissing his shoulder. “That’s not true at all, Hanzo. You care more than anyone I’ve ever known. In your own way.”
This was a reoccurring conversation that Hanzo never seemed to understand. He believed deep down that you deserved better than him; somebody less dangerous, more emotional. Someone able to care for you both externally and internally.
“I wouldn’t want anybody else to care for me,” you confess, trailing your hand towards his. You took hold of the arrow gently, and set it down between you. “I’ve never loved someone as much as I do you.”
Hanzo looked down. He didn’t say anything — but he didn’t need to. You had learned to read him, and the tightening of his hand around yours and the narrowing of his eyes spoke volumes.
I love you too.
Genji Shimada
There were times where Genji couldn’t fall asleep until the next morning. Sometimes the whirring of his robotic parts drove him from dreamland or his mind refused to cooperate with his demand for sleep.
Sometimes, on more… sombre nights he would be plagued with bad memories and self-doubting thoughts. This was one of those nights.
“What is the matter, my love?” You say sleepily, rising into a sitting position. He had pulled himself from the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, head hung low. You wind your arms around his shoulder, kissing the nape of his neck. “Can’t sleep?”
He gives a small, empty laugh, shaking his head. “It’s just one of those days, beloved. You should go back to sleep.”
“And leave you alone?” You say incredulously. “I don’t think so. Nobody deserves to be alone at—” You risk a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table— “1AM on a Wednesday.”
“Awfully specific.”
You shrug. “You don’t deserve to be alone either way, Genji. We’ll meditate — or I can make some tea, if you’d like.”
The love that he feels for you feels like it’s been multiplied by thousands. Very few have truly cared for him like this.
“I think,” Genji begins, taking you fully into his arms, “That being with you will calm me just fine, beloved.”
And what do you know? He falls asleep easier than he ever has.
My doggo, Ezri, who rarely barks and mostly borks.
When I got her, she’d been abused and would cower and pee at almost everything, and had been mistreated when she’d barked, so she never would. One day months after I had her she got excited on a walk and borked at a bird, and then immediately cower-peed. I had to re-teach her to bark by gathering her whole human pack and having everyone bark and howl and feed her treats and pet her till she got excited enough to join in, and then got more treats. Took a while but I was able to teach her to bork on command (and she’s gotta be excited or she just stares at me like “Sorry, the bork system needs charging”) and she’ll do it happily when she’s excited to go for a walk or upon seeing a friend, and at birds. I love her croaky borking, especially when she started off terrified of making a joyful noise.
What kind of dog is Ezri? I love her!!
I… did not expect this post to blow up this much but I am delighted at all the tags and replies and Ezri has been told the internet thinks she’s a Very Good Dog. 😀
She’s a German spitz – in the same family as keeshonds and pomeranians. She might be crossed with something else as her freckled coat, non-pointy nose, and personality are not standard for her breed (they’re usually a lot more high energy and excitable – she’s super laid back and chill). She’s a bit less fluffy than breed-standard too, mostly because she’s grown out from her spring/summer trim (not usually necessary/good for her type of coat but she gets terribly itchy otherwise). It also makes her look like a puppy of a large breed:
Ezri’s best friend is Murder Cat, who is a gentle friend to humans and Ezri, but does things to mice that would make Hannibal Lecter go “Isn’t that a bit much?”
I got Murder Cat as a kitten, and she used to try to nurse on everything when she was small. Eventually, she settled on her favourite thing to nurse on, Ezri, who has never had puppies and a little confused at first but eventually went with it. She grew out of it, but they have stayed snuggly buddies ever since.
New Years here is full of fireworks outside and Ezri gets Vry Scared. I usually set her up somewhere with a snuggly spot right by me, and Murder Cat comes and does this all night:
She goes everywhere with me in my bakfiets (cargo bike) and lets me warm my hands in her fur on cold days.
And her ears disappear if I say her name to get her attention.
ok so great thanks for coming to my TED talk about my dog, good night, drive safe
Posting and running because it’s 1:30am and I have to work in 4 hours.
Sooo uh… birdtale huh? :3 This aesthetic is my jam. And space backgrounds compensate well for not having any idea what to actually draw back there! Yay!
I’m actually not sure where this AU started, or if the original creator prefers being linked back to their blog or not? If anyone knows, it’d be great if you could throw me a message or something.
Monsters are not gentle. That is what you have been told, and to a certain degree, it holds true. Rough claws, rough voice, a rough-around-the-edges personality. But that doesn’t mean monsters cannot be safe, cannot be kind. Gentleness and kindness are not one and the same. Monsters can be viciously kind, monsters can be violently safe. Gentleness is not a requirement for love.
There we go. Because everyone loves sassy Ravus. At least, I hope they do. C:
Ravus: “Prince Noctis.” Noctis: “Since when do you call me prince anything?“ Ravus: “I simply wish to ask you a question: Why in the Astral hell is he here?”
Noctis: “…You know, you ask a good question.” Ardyn: “Oh come now, you two. My company can’t be all that unbearable.” Noctis & Ravus: “Yes. Yes, it is.”
—
Gladiolus: “Don’t think for a second that we’re going to let our guard down around you.” Ravus: “For once, I am in agreement with Amicitia.” Ardyn: “Such a cruel welcoming from the two of you. Though how do you know what my nefarious plans are? For all you know, getting you two to cooperate with each other is all apart of my schemes.” Gladiolus: “…Damn, he is good.” Ravus: “I told you so.”
—
Ardyn: “Dear Ravus, have you ever considered wearing more black in your attire? It’d suit you well, and you’d be more likely to fit in with your friends.” Ravus: “They are not so much my ‘friends,’ and no. I have not.” Ardyn: “If you’d like, I can help add a bit of black to your appearance. Good as new!” Ravus: “I do not need your help, Chancellor. Cease your persistence at once.”
—
Prompto: “So Ardyn’s the chancellor and you were the commander, right Rae?” Ravus: “Indeed. The work I conducted as the commander often coincided with strategies and plans formed by Chancellor Izunia.” Ardyn: “We became very acquainted with one another when dear Ravus was still loyal to the Empire.” Prompto: “…Definite ‘acquainted?’” Ardyn: “Well-” Ravus:“Do not start, chancellor.”
—
Ardyn: “I’m half-tempted to see what the shops have here in Lestallum. Perhaps another hat of sorts.” Ravus: “Or perhaps some human decency. That would suffice.” Prompto: “Oooooh…!”
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Ravus: “Argentum.” Prompto: “Y-Yeah?” Ravus: “Do the voice for me.” Prompto: “The voice…? Oh! ‘I am disgusted!’” Ravus: “Good. Now direct that voice to the chancellor on my behalf.”
—
Ardyn: “So… ‘Rae,’ is it?” Ravus: “Do not call me that.” Ardyn: “Why not? I feel that since I’ve know you the longest, I deserve to be able to call you something a bit more personal.” Ravus: “You may refer to me as Commander Fleuret and nothing more.” Prompto: “Yeah! Only we get to call him Rae!” Ravus: “You do not get to call me ‘Rae’ either.”
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Ardyn: “Oh, don’t mind me, gentlemen! I’ll simply leave the fighting and brute force to you all.” Noctis: “It’d be nice if you pulled some of your own weight!” Ravus: “Or let the behemoth trample you. Either will be a favor to us all.”
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Ardyn: “Mm, the food smells delightful, dear Ignis. And is that cake for us all?” Ravus:“Do not dare touch that cake.” Ignis: “I’m sorry. I’m more afraid of Ravus than I am of you. The cake belongs to him.”
—
Noctis: “How long has Ardyn been rambling for…?” Ignis: “Approximately thirty minutes now…” Gladiolus: “He’s even more annoying than Peanut when he rambles.” Ravus: “Now imagine both of them rambling at the same time. You will then have some insight on what my life is like.” Prompto: “Dude. I am so sorry.” Ravus: “Such is my life…”
I’m in Ravus’ hell rn and I just need to write something about him or else I will perish, too much cuteness in this guy
So, here are some headcanons I’ve been thinking about! Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing them ^^ My writing skills are not at their best, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! ~
Ravus actually enjoys cuddles, and he isn’t that shy about it after all. He enjoys having affectionate moments with his S/O and showing them how much he loves and cares about them, but with his own, elegant and soft gestures. Such as kissing their hand or their forehead, or even giving them a really tight hug after some time without seeing each other.
He also enjoys poetry and likes to write, such a hopeless romantic. Of course, he would love to recite some of that beautiful hand-written poetry to his lover and watching their reaction pleasantly as he looks into their eyes while reciting, also blushing lightly and smiling softly and warmly like a fool because he can’t contain his feelings for his S/O.
Ravus also enjoys fancy, elegant dinners at restaurants, with flowers, candles, light music and all that stuff. For him, a perfect night could be just staring into his lover’s eyes while eating dinner together and having pleasant conversations during the night. He doesn’t mind silence between those conversations though, he likes having those comfty silent moments with his partner too, even more if it’s while having dinner at their favorite restaurant.
Then, he would walk with his S/O under the moonlight, sharing lovely gazes and warm smiles, just enjoying his time with them while his patner grabs his arm as if they were walking to the wedding shrine. Btw, I think he would be the kind of lover that asks you to marry him in this kind of situation. He would like it to be a calm, sincere and warm proposal, so that his special person feels what he feels at that moment, too.
“Now go forth, my king. Shine your light onto the world.”
Ravus Nox Fleuret by myself
Photography by YonPhotography
Ardyn: My dick has a lot in common with the sun.
Noctis: No one likes looking directly at it?
Prompto: It gives people cancer?
Ignis: It rises at the crack of dawn?
Gladio: It disappears at night?
Luna: Direct exposure often leads to a nasty case of sunburn?
Ravus: It needs to stay approximately 92,960,000 miles away from me?
Aranea: No one will ever touch it?
Just thought it was interesting to note that Ravus’s sabre is called Alba Leonis which is Latin for “White Lion” (compared to Cor Leonis, which his name in Latin is literally “Heart Lion” or ‘Lion Heart’)
Also what Ravus is wearing is the official Tenebraen Raiment:
I cannot believe how no one is talking about the ““““““Friendly”””””””
Match that comes with Episode Ignis?????
Like it’s hard af but that’s what makes half the shit so damn funny???? Like the shit that happens:
noctis uses the fucking royal arms against you
he will also goddamn armiger chain you without abandon
he’ll tell ignis to get back in the kitchen if you give up and just let urself die
if he gets stasis, he’ll warp strike to a billboard. ignis can use his hookshot to pull said billboard down to get noct down and also CRUSH HIM
HE USES THE RING OF THE LUSCII AGAINST IGNIS
HE SUMMONS FUCKING RAMUH????????
if you run out of curatives and then go into danger take your sweet time beating the shit out of Noct, mcfucking RAVUS NOX FLEURET, HIGH COMMANDER OF THE NIFLHEIM ARMY, EX-PRINCE OF TENEBRAE will jump down from the roof of Takka’s Pit Stop to stab the noctis pursuing you and also slap you with potions and tell you condescendingly to get up when you go down
Ravus will continue to fight with you until you win or you take too long, turning a 1v1 into 2v1 beatdown – especially since linkstrikes with him are just as easily triggerable as in the episode itself
all of this happened and happened this intensely because Noctis didn’t wanna eat his vegetables
Ignis doesn’t even invite Ravus to join in as one of the guys for dinner :c
EDIT; because it’s occurred to me that a lot of y’all haven’t seen Ravus during the match
please excuse the shitty gameplay – everyone in the room started screaming as soon as he jumped down and demanding to see if you could use his tech or not (when he runs over and tells you to “get up,” he should also heal you but I used Last Rites before he could whoops)
his trigger for coming might be using all your items and/or having noct at low HP/it being night or some combination of the three? Not too sure….
EDIT 2: someone notified me that Ravus will appear no matter what after 15 mins – it seems I just have a knack for dramatic timing l m a o
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