He found out when it was a full moon and you were nowhere to be seen in your house until he made it to the basement, seeing a werewolf chained to the walls. He felt like an idiot for not noticing the scent sooner.
He knows what werewolves are capable of seeing as he trains with some. He’s for sure he can handle almost everything you can throw at him (except for a bite of course).
You two are gonna arm wrestle weekly, seeing who wins every week. The loser has to buy the winner dinner at their choice restaurant. (Win and chose the most expensive place in town. Do it, it’ll be hilarious). He’s a sore loser, but if you give him a bunch of kisses, he’ll mellow out.
He likes to scratch at your fur and skin, knowing just the spot to calm you down in case you get too rowdy during a full moon.
He’ll watch you transform every full moon in the safety of your basement. He offers a holding cell in the Citadel, but you refuse, not wanting to go through the trouble of being considered a threat to the monarchy.
Vampire!Noctis:
He found out when on a trip through Insomnia, some random citizen got fresh and started to threaten the prince until you stepped in, fangs flashing, eyes glowing, ears growing and claws coming out.
You were considered a threat to the Prince for months until Regis had managed to stop the chaos, ordering Kingsglaive and Crownsguard to step down whenever you got near Noctis.
He loves it when you get hyper out of nowhere, he thinks it’s absolutely adorable when you two go out for some fun. He can’t take his eyes off of you when you’re together.
Every time he around you when it’s a full moon, he’s instantly swaddled in your arms as you cuddle into his cold body. He can’t help but cuddle you closer to his freezing body.
He’ll make sure that during your shifts that you are kept in the most secure room in the Citadel with food and water and a change of clothes for when you change back. He can only be found there after you transform, watching you and waiting for you to turn back.
Noctis found out you were afraid of the dark when you seemingly would never step into dark rooms. At first he thought nothing of it, but he noticed the pattern that the rooms they never entered was dark- and then the one time you finally did you ended up rushing through like something was chasing them. “You don’t do so well with the dark I’m guessing?” He didn’t really have to ask, he already put two-and-two together.
He really can’t blame you. At some point, when he was young, he had been as well so he understands what it’s like. So he doesn’t mind.
Noctis just knows when you stay in a room with him that he’ll likely have to have a nightlight going. Which is fine with him, it doesn’t affect his sleep any. Just as long as you can feel safe and sound. And if you have trouble sleeping still then they can fall back onto playing games or him telling them one of the old stories Regis used to tell him until they fall asleep (after all that used to do the trick for him).
But for situations outside of sleeping arrangements, Noct just tries to handle getting the lighting situation back to where you’ll feel more comfortable. That or he tries his best to lead you through and keep you calm, but he hasn’t yet realized that “just stay calm” doesn’t work well, but he does know telling you “it’ll be okay” is at least some comfort.
Ignis thought it was strange just how you used to keep the lights on in almost every room and they were on throughout the whole day. Any time he turned one off, you’d be coming up behind shortly to turn it back on, though you tended to not remain in the room for long. “Don’t you want to save on your power bill?” He’d ask. But was only told that it was fine. For all he knew, this could have easily just been a quirk and there was no use in pressing more into it.
He didn’t find out the real reason until one night you and him had been sharing a bed; you trying to sleep and he was reading something and he kept a lamp on. It was violently storming outside, and all of the sudden there was a bright flash and a loud roaring CRACK sound of lightning striking nearby and it took the power out. Iggy tries to make a remark about the situation, but you don’t respond. Instead you were just tightly balling yourself up into the blankets, shaking. Unusual. You don’t act quite like this for thunderstorms, so that lead him to one conclusion; you were afraid of the dark. And now the light issue made so much sense.
Ignis sort of finds it to be cute. Not quite a laughing matter, but it’s still a silly and endearing quality.
Ignis will do what he can to comfort you through those by offering you various means of distractions. Talking to you through it, getting you a warm drink, being the one to go out to find the flashlight or candles to bring back to you, board games while you still have some kind of light. And on a night like this he’ll let you snuggle and hide your face in his chest until you fall asleep.
He’ll be a little more careful about what lights he’s turning off from now on, turning on the lights in a room you were about to go through so you didn’t have to worry ahead of time. With sleeping, you both come to a compromise; he has a harder time sleeping with a light on so he’d rather not have a nightlight, so he’ll stay up later and keep a light on until you fall asleep. However he’ll let one of those come in if for some reason you’re having troubles on some nights and you just can’t sleep/can’t stay asleep.
Gladio knows there’s something up when you happen to avoid going into the basement at all costs. You need to get something from down there… but… “Babe, I’m a little busy right now. Why can’t you go and get it yourself anyways?” You can’t give him an answer, or rather you won’t. You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, so for the time being you dropped it and tried to wait later for when he wasn’t so busy. “You still haven’t gotten it? Seriously, what’s up with you? You’re not afraid, are you?” He hits the nail on the head, but you still didn’t want him to quite know. “It’s just that it’s dark.” “C’mon, there’s a light switch on the left side at the bottom of the steps. You know this.” “Yeah but it’s at the bottom… What if I fall down when I’m on the steps?” “There’s enough light coming from the room that you’ll be able to see the steps without too much problem.” “But…Okay, fine. You’re right. I am scared. It’s dark down there and I’m a coward!”
Gladio finds it cute to tease you over it, though you won’t likely think his teasing is.
He’s not so much sympathetic in your case. In fact he tries to push you into going into the dark, says you need to face your fears, that it’ll help toughen you up and get you to move on passed it.
However, if you get stuck in the dark and begin to have a terrible panic attack about it, that’s when he’ll actually try to comfort you.
It’s already a well known fact that Prompto is also afraid of the dark. He’s always been upfront and honest about it. Just he really hadn’t known that you had been too. Not until the both of you were caught out some place and the power went out.
Instantly you clung to him, hugging tightly onto his arm. “You too, eh?” He mutters, feeling how badly you were trembling against him. He understands how it is entirely too well, but somehow your fear of the dark gives him courage to step forward into it. It doesn’t take away his fear, but he hates the fact it scares you too, so expect him to slowly lead you out of the situation, trying to calm his own panic as much as he can so he doesn’t make it worse on you.
When Prompto gets more scared and anxious, he gets more talkative. He talks fast and he tries to maintain a conversation with you because maybe that will distract you both just enough until you both get back to the light.
He’s more than happy to huddle up with you when you’re scared. Prompto will take you by the hand and give you little comforting squeezes. Need a night light? No problem? Dim room still too dark for you? Either he’ll hit the switch or he’ll offer up his phone for you to use as a light. Simply whatever you need, Prompto will try to have your back on!
This has probably been done to death, but whatevs. I hate when Noct gets out of his seat and when Iggy randomly starts driving like a madman. So, I did the logical thing and smashed those two concepts together into one shitpost! Bon appétit.
It happened to the tune of Gone. The irony wasn’t lost on anyone.
Ignis swears he didn’t do it on purpose. He swore to protect the prince, for crying out loud! It was just an unfortunate accident. An unfortunate and hilarious accident.
So, here’s how it went down: The guys were headed through Duscae with its particularly winding roads. Noct was sitting up out of his seat, butt on the headrest, and dirty boots on the Regalia’s leather seats. He had one leg propped up, stylish as ever.
Gladio was giving him the stink-eye every now and then, irritated with the dirt and the prince’s lack of respect for such a sweet ride. Prompto thought his bro looked hella cool, so he was taking some glamor shots.
Now, Ignis is one hell of a driver. But sometimes he turns the Regalia just a bit too quickly. He’ll get slightly distracted trying to keep his Ebony from spilling and he might swerve a tad. Usually it’s barely even noticeable…
It was when he took one of those sharp turns that it happened: One moment Noct was there and then the next he was gone.
All Ignis heard was Prom scream very, very loudly: “NOOOOOCT!”
It was a miracle no one ended up with a concussion with how damn hard Iggy slammed on the brakes. Everyone scrambled out of the Regalia once Iggy put the car park. (Noct still sourly points out how they all waited until the Regalia was parked to check on him.)
And there Noct lay: spread-eagle on the road, staring straight up at the sky, dead silent. His friends rushed to him, freaking out and checking his head. Ignis never apologized so much in his life.
The drive to camp was very, very quiet.
At camp, Prompto was going through his camera when he saw it: A picture taken of the exact moment Noct’s life flashed before his eyes.
The seriousness of the accident was long forgotten once Gladio mimicked Noct’s flailing arms and wide, gaping mouth. Even Iggy was able to relax and laugh. Noctis jokingly threatened Prompto to delete it “or else.”
Now, whenever Noct gets out of his seat in the moving car, Prom gets his camera ready. Gladio, however, always keeps his hand on the seat just a few inches from Noct’s foot… even when his boots are covered in dirt. And Ignis minds his turns.
No worries about the English, anon! You did just fine 😊
Sooooo – let’s talk nosebleeds: most people’s initial gut reaction to them is somewhat unsavory. I mean, your insides are leaking to your outsides – it’s understandably a little unsettling.
Having said that, however, the wonderful world of anime has taught us that this little glitch in homeostasis can also be a sign of embarrassment at the sight of somebody/something beautiful and/or attractive! A sort of physical give away that a character is in awe, if you will.
(A perfect albeit dramatic example of this is Sunako Nakahara in the anime “The Wallflower”, who literally screeches and bleeds in response to seeing the “creatures of light” – the attractive men she lives with. Tbh we’re all a little like Sunako)
HAVING SAID THAT! I’ll be approaching this prompt from both a lighthearted and an anime driven perspective. It makes for a silly and cute scenario for our beloved chocobros, wouldn’t you agree? 💕
IGNIS’ gut reaction to seeing his s/o clutching the tissues to their nose, embarassedly ducking their head and failing to hide the red that spilled from it, is going to be first and foremost a reaction of concern. Being the caretaker that he is, his natural instinct will be to circle an arm around his s/o’s waist, hoist them up onto the counter, and softly instruct them to stay put and tilt their head back while he wipes away the blood with a warm wash cloth. His s/o shouldn’t dare think about telling him they’re fine – he’ll merely click his tongue and shush them, murmurring that he has perfectly working hands to fix them up. Once the blood flow has stopped and he’s made sure his s/o isn’t hurt, or bleeding as a result of an injury to the face or head, however, you can bet your entire month’s paycheck of gil that this cheeky son of a bitch is going to milk the happening for as long as he possibly can. In the midst of wiping their face, he’ll let a sly “I wasn’t aware that my dashing good looks were that much of a distration to you..” slip out, a devilish grin scrawled in Sharpie all over his face. Should they try to protest, he’ll simply press his glasses to his face, a serious expression fixed upon it, and shake his head, promising them he’ll be more mindful of how his handsome face burdens them. Who knew the man was such a tease?
Intimacy is beyond kisses and cuddles and sex. Intimacy is getting a headache and taking a nap, and waking up to your laundry folded and your partner rubbing your back. Intimacy is crying and yelling at night about your past to someone who listens and comforts you. Intimacy is watching shows in your pjs for hours and eating pizza together and being able to communicate love through holding hands. It’s never running out of conversation but doing it anyways to enjoy silence.
What people think perfectionism is: I’m going to do this 1,000 times until it’s completely perfect, and it doesn’t matter how tired I am or how many times I fail. Everything I do is super precise and I have absolute confidence but also am super pedantic about getting it right.
What perfectionism actually is: If I don’t get this right on the first try I’m going to cry in a corner and call myself a failure for the rest of my life. I’ve gotten nothing productive done because of this.
See also: I know I’m never going to get this 100% right, so I’m never even going to try because that would be impossible to deal with.
I so needed to see this again after an exhausting day ❤️️ Thank you so much again for delivering such a lovely piece of my OTP ❤️️💜 Seeing them always brightens my day and they look absolutely lovely in your style!! (♥ω♥ ) ~♪
Aries: You don’t have to put on a front to feel significant and powerful. Everyone already sees you as strong due to your resilience and your ambitious spirit. Embrace the beautiful disaster that you are.
Taurus: Your worth is not based on the things you own, the places you’ve been, and the people surrounding you. It is based on how you feel about yourself. Focus on self-love and you will feel complete.
Gemini: You must work towards channeling your restlessness and irritability into something worthwhile. You should take on reading, writing, teaching, getting into music or art, or using another form of communication to find comfort and relief from your unpredictable emotions and eccentric mind.
Cancer: You don’t have to hide your thoughts inside of your heart. The hoarding of your restless inner chatter is causing you to burst inside and out. You must pick up the pieces of your soul yourself.. You absolutely must cherish yourself. Then you will see just how much others care for you and are waiting to hear what you have to say.
Leo: Your pride is high, your expectations higher, but the weight of reality is often far too much for you to hold. Don’t you think it’s enough just being center stage? We are all cheering you on. Can’t you hear us?
Virgo: You spend so much time picking at every single flaw in yourself, that you don’t acknowledge that your flaws are what make you uniquely perfect. There is no one that can fully imitate the perfection that you are. Accept yourself.
Libra: You’re too busy searching for your worth through the recognition of other people that you don’t realize you are the only person that can complete you. You don’t need the approval of other to be beautiful or popular. You are naturally appealing, kind, and adaptable. Open your eyes.
Scorpio: You simply cannot control the dynamics of life through observation and obsession. You will eat yourself alive trying to solve problems that cannot be solved. Instead, learn to control yourself and your behavior, that way you will cease to attract chaos.
Sagittarius: You seek out answers and truths about everything in life but yourself. You fail to see your flaws and weaknesses by only observing the bigger picture. At times, you need to get off your high horse and reflect on yourself and your decisions. You’re honest about everything else. Be honest about yourself. That is true enlightenment.
Capricorn: You only find purpose and value in yourself if you are working yourself to death. Your need to succeed and gain a notable reputation only increases your aches, depression, and cynicism. You need to learn the importance of relaxation and self-nurturing. Spend time to yourself to ease your mind and collect your thoughts. It’s okay to have some down time every now and then.
Aquarius: You may be unique with outstanding ideas but this does not make you superior to others. Maintain an open mind and a compassionate soul. Put yourself in the places of others to get a better perspective. You will see we all have our differences that make us individuals. Your quirkiness is a wonderful trait to have, but does not make you a God.
Pisces: You must stop fooling yourself into thinking that there is hope for certain people or certain situations. This will only cause you more pain and isolation should you continue to roam in your idealizations. Lean closely on your intuition for guidance and never let anyone take away your genuine heart.
well ya duh society shames speech patterns associated with young women
“Speech fillers” are just a human’s way of saying “wait a sec I’m thinking”. It means we think more before we speak, always trying to find the right way to say it. Every language has them. And people shouldn’t be annoyed by it, ever.
just to reiterate because it’s a personal pet peeve of mine: “society shames speech patterns associated with young women”
Tiny Gladdy drabble that I’ve had sitting in my google docs ever since mid-July. It’s smol, but cute.
Picture this.
You’ve been married to Gladio for three months. You both live together in a modest house, right by a wonderful neighborhood. You have a steady job. It pays well, and the extra money Gladio brings in from his days as a Crownsguard leave you two in a financially happy place.
You two are happy. You wake up beside each other every morning with sleepy, content smiles and your hearts full of love. Life is peaceful. Both of you are content, feeling as though life is complete.
Gladio? He doesn’t have a definite job, other than going into the city a couple times a week and training new recruits or checking up on King Noctis, but his time is well spent.
You see, Gladio is a carpenter.
He picked it up on a whim, and as it turns out, he’s pretty good at it.
You come home every day, muscles aching or your head hurting. The second you get out of your car, you see the garage door wide open, classic rock music blaring from a boombox that is older than you and Gladio combined. Gladio’s head is bowed over a rocking chair on the well-loved workbench, his rough hands rhythmically sanding back and forth, back and forth…
He looks up, amber eyes lighting up behind protective eyeware and a large smile forming. He’s excited to see you, placing the sandpaper down and pulling the glasses off.
“Hey babe, you like my new project?” He asks, pride seeping into his deep voice.
You manage a nod, your own beautiful smile breaking out across your face. Last week, you had mentioned wanting a rocking chair, and now here your husband was… Making a rocking chair by hand, just for you.
He walks forward, one muscled arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. His amber eyes are soft, melting away as you both lovingly lean on each other. He leans down, one rough hand caressing your face as his lips meet yours in a single, loving movement.
“I love it, Gladdy.” You whisper as you pull away, both your foreheads touching.
He’s glad. He knows you’ll love it even more when he’s done. Still, as he looks at you, with nothing but unconditional love in his eyes, there’s nothing on his mind except for how beautiful you are, even after a long, tiring day of work. For a brief moment, Gladio wonders if he’ll ever see anyone else as beautiful as you. He dismisses the thought immediately, afterall, you’re the love of his life. In his eyes, there will never be anyone as wonderful and gorgeous as you.
Noctis – Opens book – Lays head on book – Takes a nap – Wakes up – Wonders why he’s not any smarter – Calls Ignis for help
Prompto – He’s stressed out – Because he always studies two days before the test/exam – Hates himself every time – Never learns – Sits upright in his bed at 3 a.m with his phone as a flashlight – Mumbles about how stressed he is – “Next time I’ll study earlier!” – Doesn’t – Looks like death in the morning – Barely remembers anything
Ignis – That one kid that never had to study – He remembered that shit from five weeks ago – Maybe looks at some of his notes – Has a good memory – Everyone is jealous
Gladio – He’s not stressed – Not. One. Bit – Calmly goes over some of the notes he took – Which are like one page – Half of it filled with doodles – Still passes without a problem
I just found out that I have a bad RBF lmao. This was written in like 20 mins forgive me
Warnings: Swearing
Noctis
Tbh, Noct didn’t care when he first saw you and your RBF
It didn’t really click, I don’t think he actually notices that shit lmao
When he first becomes friends with you and sees you laughing and smiling with him is when he first starts to notice your bad case of RBF
He caught sight of you doin’ some errands one day and it just hit him; you look angry af like 90 percent of the time
Lowkey, he thought it was fucking hilarious (and still does)
It became a subject of poking fun at in both your friendship and your romantic relationship
Sometimes, you two would just be sitting together on a bench and leaning on each other, both of your gazes grumpy, lazy, and glazed over
Your RBF was usually at an all time high in those moments
The paparazzi always got a pic of it, and it would always be in the paper lmao
Just a bigass photo of you and Noct looking grumpy af, with a headline that was something along the lines of, “THE GRUMPY PRINCE: IS HIS LOVER CORRUPTING HIM?”
You both thought it was fucking hilarious and would reference it or mock it 90% of the time. You’d make exaggerated angry faces at each other and repeat the title in high pitched voices, getting progressively uglier until you both couldn’t stop laughing enough to continue
Luckily, Regis thought it was amusing enough (he lowkey loved your RBF, believed it to be fantastic paparazzi prevention)
Prompto
It scared him
He didn’t know who you were, he didn’t know anything about you, all he knew was that you looked terrifying (and it lowkey turned him on)
First time he talked to you, our boi was nervous af. He stuttered, he blushed, he sweated…
The whole time you were honestly just ???
You weren’t really a dick to him so he was relieved and started to talk to you a little more
When you first smiled at him or greeted him with a pleasant face, he was like !!!!!!!!
And he fell in love, just like that (there was a little bit more to the story, but who cares? He ended up in love)
He always had that initial sweating fear for a solid month before your RBF didn’t phase him
Lowkey, even if you had turned out to be a scary person, he wouldn’t have minded too much lmao, just look at him with Arenea
Seriously tho he actually thought your RBF was hot (after that initial fear, like i mentioned)
Sometimes he was lowkey super relieved that you had an RBF because it help keep weirdos away from you two
He would totally turn on his intimidation factors (yes, he has those) if he had to, but he’d rather not
The Gladio said, “Someone’s gotta be the intimidating one in your relationship.”
Gladio
Gladio didn’t think your RBF was scary or intimidating (honestly, nothing really scared him), but he did register that others avoided you a little bit
He lowkey just thought you were super serious, and he respected that
In fact, that initial thought is what got him talking to you in the first place
He was like, “Someone who takes their work seriously? Respect.”
And you were like, “??? Look, dude, idk what my life even is lmao”
And he was lowkey surprised and talked to you for a few minutes
And then y’all were sparring partners (I mean, there was a little more to that story but you get the gist)
You both look pissy af 90% of the time, and with Gladdy being so big and muscular and lowkey scary looking to begin with, people kind of just… avoid you guys. Like, all the time
The few exceptions are when there’s work to be done or they already know one of you two
Much like with Iggy, you two were RBF goals
He also thought it was kinda hot and sexyHe just likes it when someone can look serious enough I guess
Ignis
You and Ignis are one and the same, my dude
Iggy struggles from RBF as well, so seeing yours didn’t register with him one bit
He merely went up to you and spoke to you as he would to anyone else (politely, yet with and underlying sense of sass and bossiness)
Somehow, and no one knows how, you two became friends (and later, more)
Ignis only realized you had an RBF when he overhead some other folks mentioning it to him, “Oh, you’re friends with Y/N??? They’re actually nice??? I always thought they were scary!”
Of course he asked the other bros what they thought and…
“Well, I mean, sometimes they look a bit grumpy, Specs.”
“Iggy, you know I’m your pal and all but… they kind of scare me…”
Gladio only laughed
Later on, Ignis looked at you himself while you were chilling in public, unaware of his presence. The more he glanced, the more he realized that you did have an air of seriousness to your face
Still, it didn’t look scary to him (I mean, he did love your face, afterall), but he did file away the information on what an RBF actually was, just for reference
Sometimes, though, you guys will just be chilling and focusing on something together (like a really yummy recipe), and folks just see you two together looking mildly angry and just kind of avoid your gazes
Goals tbh
Iggy is lowkey the only one who’s like, “??? What RBF?”
Loqi for @savants-nine-and-twelve, who won third place in my 15k doodle giveaway! I just had to die him into the Assassin’s Festival DLC somehow hahaha…
This is for a collaboration I made with @tempurasteel ^^ Cause we both like to make it tough for Gladio and have Ignis taking care of him, lol ❤ You can find the ficHERE !
((So uhhh I just wanna state that this my first time doing an XReader on tumblr. Anyway I was sent this prompt by @shirleyhushso this shall revolve around it aighty? Aighty.))
Prompt:“Let me hold you… no, it cant wait. It has to be now.”
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Ever since the nights became eternal and darkness wrapped the world It was hard to tell when important holidays would come, it was hard to keep track of time, and to make it worse, seasons were harsher as well.
No one would dare to come out of their homes to have a decent moment, that was long gone. You, Gladio, Prompto & Ignis left off to Hammerhead, you were one of the very few to survive their way there for safety, since rumors of daemon population decreasing around such area, you wanted to have some ‘peaceful’ shut eye.
Yet… It wasn’t any different, you risked everything, your friends’ lives, your own life, you felt guilt on your shoulders since you lead them through this dark cold hell, still; they never blamed you for it. Noctis was gone, no one knew where he went, last time he was seen by you and the rest of the crew was when you all were all heading to the crystal, but y’all took separate ways.. That’s where you knew you fucked up badly.
Life has been difficult since then, you had your friends to help you through every wave of self loathe and guilt that’s for sure.. But when it came to that special someone, Gladio was the only one who could make you forget it all with his warm, loving embraces, his deep voice that he’d soften just for you, his presence… That was it, and you so happened to need it now, yet your stubborn ass wouldn’t let it happen sooner.
Tired both emotionally and physically, those voices in your head screaming at you for even risking his life. Yet you goddamn knew he could be just fine on his own, but you needed him around you. Ignis and Prompto had decided to lose themselves into speaking of good memories with Talcott, leaving you to choose whether to join them or not. Yer stubborn ass decided to not join how lovely.
Instead you took a few steps away from all of them and other people that took refuge there, you wanted some silence, some solitude to clear your mind.. Or at least that’s how it should work right? Without realizing, you were quite far away in the dark desert with only the beautiful view of the stars above you, it was cold, silent. You chose to sit down and release a quiet sigh full of grief and rage that was about to make you explode.
Memories of all 5 of you just enjoying your journey, enjoying the stops like the Assasins festival, the Chocobo post, good times they were. Tears began to run down your cheeks silently as you stared forward with a blank expression, feeling a tight knot in your throat. Feeling you were alone, you let it out, you let it out before those daemons would wonder near and see you.
Gladiolus had followed your footprints and soon saw your depressed, hunched over shape in the distance. His instinct to protect instantly kicked in, but when it came to you drowning in bottled in grief he knew he had to approach you differently. The tall man slowly walked to you, letting his footsteps be heard, you glanced from the corner of your eye, mentally cursing for he found you in such vulnerable state.
He sat down next to you and sighed, looked at you with concern and warmth in those amber eyes of his that always captivated you. “Y/N, I know why you’re here by yourself.. You know very well it wasn’t your fault.” You kept quiet, then managed to speak quietly with a shaky voice “If only I had chosen to wait for the next vehicle.. You guys wouldn’t have gotten injured.. None of you would be hur-” Gladio interrupted your sentence, still speaking softly. “Y/N we knew we’d get hurt in the process.. We still have potions, we’re alright, we’re all together.”
You still felt the guilt on your shoulders, for it wasn’t just the 4 of you traveling, it was 4 more people as well, but they didn’t make it alive past halfway of the journey to Hammerhead. And the feeling of being responsible for the deaths of 4 people really did a number on ya, but Gladio was right, it wasn’t your fault yet there you were feeling guilty for something you barely had any involvement in. They disobeyed you and the consequences were being taken by the scourge, you tried what you could but they were dead by then.
Gladiolus offered to give you a hug, this man knows when you need one, it’s like he knew when to show up and help you up; same you knew when to show up for him. You wanted to show him you were strong, but that failed right away when you made eye contact a second time. And then you found yourself in his warm, protecting embrace, hearing his heartbeat.
“Let me hold you Y/N…” You tried to calmly protest and pull away, but his arms never ceased to let you go. He spoke softly to you, looking at you in the eye, his amber eyes seemed as if they had this small flame of hope in them “No, it can’t wait.. It has to be now.”
A few minutes of silence passed… Just enjoying each other’s company and watching the nightsky, until you broke such silence..
“Gladio..”
“Hm?”
“Please don’t ever leave me… I Need You..”
“I won’t leave you, not anymore..”
You let him keep you safe, curled up to him, and because you craved for this for a long time; you finally managed to sleep well for once in months.
When Prompto is sick he tries to hide it and pretend like everything is fine until he literally passes out from pushing himself too hard.
Ignis makes Prompto a nice light soup to help him feel better while Gladio and Noctis get him comfortable in the tent. All of the boys through the night take turns holding Prompto because he tends to have really bad nightmares when he’s sick.
Noctis:
When Noctis is sick he sleeps more than he usually does. It scared the boys to death when he first got sick and they couldn’t wake him up for a good hour or so.
Now that they’re used to how he is when he’s sick they’re able to care for him properly! They usually just let him sleep prompto never leaves his side. They wake him up to drink water and to eat but he mainly just sleeps.
Ignis:
When Ignis is sick he is very VERY stubborn and refuses to rest because he feels like he’s wasting the day away by doing nothing. Gladio ends up being the one who finally convinces Ignis to rest leaving Prompto and Noctis to cook something for Ignis.
Ignis eats what is prepared for him because he appreciates the gesture and to be honest, it’s not terrible but he’d rather be the one to do the cooking.
Gladio:
Gladio barley gets sick but when he does it hits he does it hits him hard. Ignis knows exactly how to care for Gladio even if he never voices his complaints .
Prompto and Noctis go on supply runs for Ignis then they go and keep an eye on Gladio keeping him company and try to take his mind off of being sick.
I drew this based off a photo I took in game. I printed it out and I’m gonna take it to comic con this weekend to get it autographed by Ray and Robbie :DD
Hi there! Always nice to meet new people! ❤ I actually have a HP AU general tag right here but there’s some HanzoxSymmetra sprinkled in there so it’s not all McCreexSombra. Still, I hope you enjoy what I have so far – I’d love to add to this tag in the future! ❤️️
For Sombra, McCree made her dinner which they ate by the candlelight before indulging in some sweets afterwards. It was pretty soft and comfy, but nothing too glamorous or overbearing. Sombra loved it.
For McCree: Sombra took him on a hike early one morning before the sun was even out. When they got to the top of the mountain, it was just in time to watch the sunrise and eat a picnic style breakfast she brought. It was simple, but between the fresh, early morning air and them leaning into each other’s side, McCree couldn’t ask for anything more.
i love that every pokémon is someone’s favourite pokémon. it doesn’t matter how much you dislike a pokémon or how forgettable you you think a design is, out there is someone who thinks it’s their baby. my coworker who only discovered pokémon through pokémon go absolutely loves tangela and has a small army of fully powered up ones. at an expo once i saw a woman at a booth desperately trying to find an onix plushie because it was her daughter’s absolute favourite. i talked with someone recently who announced sudowoodo as their tippy top favourite. every single one is loved by someone and idk, i think that’s gotdang heartwarming
London-based student Lewis Hornby is a grandson on a mission. When he noticed that his dementia-afflicted grandmother was having trouble staying hydrated, he came up with Jelly Drops—bite-sized pods of edible water that look just like tasty treats.
Each of these colorful “candies” is made up of mostly water, with gelling agents and electrolytes making up just 10% of their composition. Available in a rainbow of colors and presented in packaging reminiscent of a box of chocolates, Jelly Drops are an easy and engaging way to avoid dehydration—a common problem for those suffering from degenerative neurological diseases.
“It is very easy for people with dementia to become dehydrated,” he explains. “Many no longer feel thirst, don’t know how to quench thirst, or don’t have the dexterity to drink.” With this in mind, Hornby set out to find a solution. In addition to seeking advice from psychologists and doctors, he opted to “experience” life with dementia himself through the use of virtual reality tools and a week in a care home.
Once he was familiar with what dementia patients need, he brainstormed what they want. “From my observations, people with dementia find eating much easier than drinking. Even still, it can be difficult to engage and encourage them to eat. I found the best way to overcome this is to offer them a treat! This format excites people with dementia, they instantly recognize it and know how to interact with it.”
Case in point? Hornby’s own grandmother’s reaction: “When first offered, grandma ate seven Jelly Drops in 10 minutes, the equivalent to a cup full of water—something that would usually take hours and require much more assistance.”
You are the world’s most successful marriage counsellor. Each case ends with a 100% satisfactory rate for both sides. One day, a rather unusual couple enters your office. Through questioning you find out that the two people in front of you are in fact Zeus and Hera. And they won’t leave until you fix their mess.
“You two need a divorce.”
As usual, Zeus’ fury was a sight to behold. It took all her years of experience as a counselor, and willpower she didn’t realize she’d had, to keep her composure. The conditions of her services had been clear, they couldn’t harm her, but it was small comfort when Zeus is hurling lighting bolts around an indestructible room.
Hera, on the other hand, was also perfectly composed. Once Zeus’ rage had played out and he stood glaring at at the counselor from behind the couch, she spoke.
“We came to you to fix our marriage. To salvage it.” She explained. “A divorce…”
“I don’t fix marriages.” She countered. “Look closer at my testimonials. My help may have saved a few marriages, but what I do is help people fix toxic situations.”
“Olympus must have a king and queen!” Zeus insisted.
“And who made that rule?” She asked.
Zeus didn’t catch Hera’s faint smirk, but the counselor did. Of course she’d known what her would recommendation would be. She was here because Zeus needed to think it was his idea. He went quiet at the question, the almost shocked, dawning realization that he had control here.
“You did, naturally. You defeated the Titans, and claimed the right to rule. But Zeus, think on it, why did you do it? Who expected you to rule? Why did you need a queen and why did the queen need to be Hera? And if you’re really honest with yourself, do you even want to rule?”
She wondered if it was the first time Zeus had ever taken a moment for real introspection. Most likely it was. Hera was perfectly neutral in her expression, but the light in her eyes told the counselor more. The soft bell timer next to her chair went off.
“Well that’s all the time we have to today.” She said, closing her notebook. Zeus was still looking thoughtful. A stunned kind of thoughtful, but thoughtful nonetheless. “Talk to my secretary and he’ll schedule your next session.”
Zeus tried to argue, and Hera made a good show of it as well, but they had agreed to follow certain rules, and this was one of them. She did have other clients, after all. It had been Hera who agreed second, when Zeus had demanded she see reason.
And there were other sessions. Six months before they finally decided to divorce. The news shook the other pantheons. The news of Zeus’ abdication in favor of his brother Hades shook them more. Stable, serious Hades, and his wife Persephone. It was better for the pantheon, and with Persephone in the mix, it wouldn’t be boring.
Zeus took to adventuring. Diving happily into his new, and old, roles as a god of the sky, thunder, storms, and lusty parties. Astronauts who venerated Zeus were almost sure to come home safe, and come home to the wildest parties.
Hera, relieved of the almost obligatory jealousy Zeus had once elicited from her, became more focused than ever on her role. Suddenly there were breakthroughs in pre and post-natal medicine. Marriages became more stable than ever.
Stable marriages mean poor business for a marriage counselor. She was glad her services were less necessary, but if things kept up like this, she would need a new career. The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she answered it. Her secretary had left months ago, finally marrying his husband and moving to the country as they’d been dreaming of. She hand’t bothered to hire a replacement.
Opening the door revealed, to her great shock, Hera. She looked different. The stony neutral expression was gone. She seemed softer. She had laugh lines. She was dressed causally, when the counselor had only ever seen her in business formal, with a shawl patterned in peacock feathers.
She wanted to talk. Partly to thank her, and partly to apologize for essentially driving the counselor out of business. They talked of other things, mostly trivial, laughing at the latest antics of Zeus and his fellow thunder god, Thor. Most of the world never saw these things, but her encounter with the gods had left the counselor’s eyes more open than before.
“There is another reason I wanted to talk to you.” Hera said finally, setting her teacup down. “There are other gods in need of a good counselor. Not just marriages but relationships that need help. You’ve seen the good that you can do with just one pair of clients.”
The possibility excited her. She could help the world in ways undreamed of. “That sounds incredible!” She exclaimed. “But…how would it work? We can’t have the gods parading in and out of the building on a daily basis….”
Hera smiled and took the counselor’s hand, looking into her eyes in a way that made the counselor shiver and blush. “Why don’t we discuss it over dinner?”
As artists, we can often feel like we’ve plateaued on our progress because of lack of time, or resources. Not every artist has the time to go to art classes, and not every artist has the money to attend art-school and receive a proper critique.
That’s why I’ve created this blog! Introducing the…
The Redline Station is a blog that is dedicated to helping artists. If an artist is struggling with anatomy, or would like a critique on their art, they can submit the art using the SUBMIT YOUR ART button. Then, one of our moderator artists will pick up their piece and do a redline of it to help them better see the places that need fixing.
What’s a redline?
Good question!
A redline is when an artist will draw directly over a piece of art in order to show what the mistakes in anatomy are. By seeing the comparison of the art itself (at a lower opacity) and of the more accurate anatomical example, the artist can more quickly improve their drawing.
Our artists will take your submitted drawing and give you a redline. They will then post it to the blog alongside the original to help you compare the two and easily see what needs to be done. It’ll look somewhat like this!
Q: Can I submit anything?
A: Yes! Any type of art, human or animal is okay! The only thing that’s not okay is gore and pornography. The posts will need to be PG-13. (Kissing and suggestive scenes are okay, however.)
Q: Will you redline if the drawing is in my style?
A: Yes! Anime style, cartoony style drawings are also okay. The idea isn’t to fix the drawing to look more like ‘realism’, but to fix it to make it look more believable within the frame of style it’s already in.
Q: How many drawings can I submit for redlining?
A: For the time being, I’m the only one running the blog… In order to keep my sanity, I will accept only one submission per person and only keep submissions open for a limited time until I get more help. Which brings us to our next point…
ahhh omg youre too kind! thanks! this one was tricky to get both faces right without it looking suuuuper creepy but i tried! I feel like Prompto trusts him, hes just nervous hes not sure if itll go smoothly (if you know what i mean 😉 )
This is one of those things I laughed at for like ten minutes because I had no idea what to do with it beside for Gladiolus’s.
You had reached over to grab the helt of the sword you were working on, ready to work on the next piece. Trying a hand at a weapon that magnetized weapon idea, when it all went to hell. You heard that clink and then you were stuck.
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Noctis
“Are you okay?”
You blushed looking at your cutie of a boyfriend, “I’m stuck.”
“You’re stuck? How?”
You blushed even more as you attempted to unstick yourself, but that only hurt more, “Noctis, Sweetie please turn off the magnet so that I better explain.”
After 5 minutes of Noctis attempting to turn off the magnet did you finally manage to sit up straight, only with rather sore nipples, a boyfriend still attempting to get to the bottom of this.
“I was gonna show you for our first time, but for my 18 birthday and trying to be rebellious I…” You lifted your shirt and lowered your bra, showing the barbells.
Noctis stared in shock, before turning away suddenly developing some really weird posture. “They’re umm…they’re nice.”
Oh my gods, did Noctis just squeak!? How cute!!
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Prompto
When he heard the clink, Prompto was worried that you hand had slipped and you had hurt yourself. So when you continued to lay face down on the table, he was even more worried.
“Sweetie, Chocobae are you okay?”
You laid face down on the table only able to mutter out, “Son of a bitch.”
“Did you get cut, do you need me to get the first aid kit?”
“No, no, but if you can turn off the table it would help.” You groaned.
Prompto moved over to the large button turning it off, yet you still laid on the table with a soft groan. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get the first aid kit?”
“Not unless they have a way to stop the pain in my nipples.” You hissed sitting up, “That’s the third time this week.”
“Wait, you mean you piercings got stuck?” Prompto asked as you nodded, only to hear him trying to struggle at keeping his giggles in.
“You can laugh, I deserve it at this point.” You stated as he began to laugh.
~~~~~
Gladiolus
You pouted, absolutely pissed cutting your eyes to your boyfriend who could have easily come to your rescue by flipping the switch to turn off the magnet and release you. Who should have been worried that you could have hurt yourself. Who should have been offering to assist you in your time of need.
But nooooo….
Gladiolus Amicitia wasn’t assisting you because he was too busy trying not to pass out from laughing so hard.
“How about you bring your big ass over here and you join me!” You hissed to your boyfriend who was starting to snort. It was his idea that you both get couple piercings, and now you were bent over your workshop table like some kind of idiot.
“Nah, I have a rather nice view.”
You turned best you could behind you, “I swear to whatever Astral is listening to me if you touch my ass it will be the last…Ah!” You shrieked as you felt him slap you ass. “Gladiolus!”
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Ignis
“Don’t say anything…”
It was a standoff, you were laying on the magnetic table staring up at your boyfriend who was staring at you with what you could only describe as indifference. You had managed to call him, without frying your phone. Thank the Gods for Bluetooth speakers and phones.
Ignis chuckled as he moved over to the table, easily shutting it off and releasing you from the table, an arched eyebrow was the only question you received.
“Yeah, yeah before you say anything, you warned me. I know I know.” You groaned, already knowing the sass that would have come out your boyfriend’s mouth. “I have to keep them in until they heal.”
Ignis rolled his eyes, as he moved over pressing a kiss to your cheek, before turning to the door to go back to work.
“You weren’t complaining last night!” You called back, only to see him flinch, as he turned to look over his shoulder, as you giggled at the blush on his cheeks.
I’m telling you elephants are chill motherfuckers. They fucking love being helpful. They once defended a man with heatstroke from a truck that came to rescue him. They knew he was sick, laying against a tree for shade. They were watching over him and petting him, and they threatened to charge the vehicle for coming towards him. Another person passed out, and elephants cried over her and buried her body in a traditional elephant funeral. (Piling branches on her). And were quite spooked when she got up later.
And an elephant was helping workers to put logs in holes for a wall. On one hole, the elephant absolutely refused to set the log in, despite being punished and goaded. Turns out there was a sleeping dog in the hole.
There are so many good elephants stories. They will even help zookeepers wash other elephants– literally, a zookeeper can be like “[Name 1], please wash [Name 2]” and he will go wash that elephant correctly.
Listen guys. Not only are elephants people, but they’re largely better people than us. I’m 10000% serious.
Fine: Coffee shop AUs Good: Everybody lives AUs Best: AUs where Ardyn had a promising life but met with misfortune and became embittered so now he’s a carnie/shitty used car salesman/lawyer with a terrible suit who does daytime TV commercials like Saul Goodman
I hate the fact knowing mistakenly following a repost blog and now its reposting all my fav artist friends art
even writing a credit to – is still a shit move don’t do that- how hard is it to reblog from the original artist huh?
this blog blocked all contact and the only way is to tag or let the artist report them self im extra on fire now
me: ugh i need this fic
my brain: you’re a writer. you can create this fic. it’s literally your exact hobby to do that
me @ my brain: okay but did i ask
If I’m not mistaken, you also wanted a fic with this???
Bleeding Out: Vampire!Gladio x Female!Reader
He could smell it.
He could smell it from miles upon miles away and feel like it was right next to him.
The sweet smell of your blood, freely dripping away from your body and having the ability to pool around you.
It was one of his favorite smells, one so powerful it practically drew the vampire through the woods to only have shock yank him out from his presence in the pool of hunger he fell into.
His amber eyes were wide and the bag of camping gear on his shoulder practically felt like concrete suddenly filled it.
Dropping the equipment, he was on his knees right by your side as his large hands carefully took your smaller hands.
This fic has been prompted by: Spookology. A special thanks goes out to them for letting me write for this prompt. Without their help, I would still be stuck behind a mountain of headcanons with no hope in writing this fic. I hope this turned out to your liking.
The following prompt has been given: Werewolf!Gladio’s s/o could be some sacrificial maiden to appease the werewolf, but Gladio isn’t really hungry so they talk stuff out lmao
There was a beast that lurked in the woods, a beast so horrifying that your own town had taken a page from the villages that stood where you once stood. They were set on sending up sacrifices to the beast just to keep it satisfied every full moon when it would awaken.
You would watch as those who were randomly selected go up the mountains with a few farm animals in tow only to never see them again.
Every bar and tavern in your town was filled with hunters every lunar cycle, planning on trapping the beast and finally ending its reign of terror.
But they were never successful.
People were outright refusing to do a single thing, most packing up and leaving or purposely getting pregnant just so they won’t have to go up to the beast’s lair.
But you stayed. Something compelled you to stay but you don’t know what.
But as you sat there in the bar, drinking next to one of your friends, you knew why.
You turned to him as he set his empty glass on the wooden counter and raised an eyebrow at him.
Not even one minute you two had gotten your beer, and his was already inside of him, leaving his glass slippery and bare.
I have been sick this week and this was all I doodled. This is of course based on the lovely designs of @mimi19art I really really really love the King Noctopus idea and the Noctopus in general ;A; THANK YOU FOR THIS! (pfft I love all Noctis <3) and.. I also love older Promptis alot, okay?
Unfortunately I did this before she made the nice ref sheets for them (here is her tag for the octomer au. . Sorry and also I wish I could color it. Maybe later. (〃▽〃)
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