I printed and cut out the fashion boys so I could get scaled reference shots of various angles of a haven in the game so I could paint the backgrounds for these posters…. and then uh… Promptio.
Prompto: Gladio, I think you’re nervous.
Gladio: Of course I’m nervous. What did you think was wrong?
Noctis: We just assumed you were a terrifying human being with a short fuse.
Prompto: But if the problem is that you’re nervous, that’s where Prompto Argentum lives, baby.
Hit you with a little snippet here! Hope you enjoy!
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“Hey, c’mere.”
A strong set of hands took you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. Gladio wrapped his arm around your waist and tilted your head up with his other hand. His lips found yours, pressing firmly against your mouth in a passionate gesture. There was no tongue but it was an intense kiss, his lips moving across yours insistently, stealing your breath. When he pulled back finally he cocked half a smirk down at you.
“Um, heh, not that I’m complaining,” You shifted in embarrassment, “But what was that about?”
“What? Am I not allowed to kiss you if I want to?”
“You are. You just surprised me.”
Gladio’s smirk widened, “So you’re saying you find me stunning? You aren’t the only one.”
You shoved him playfully, “Oh shut up! Let’s just go get the supplies so we can hit the road.”
Laughing he ruffled your hair causing you to swat his hand away with a scowl.
“You know when anyone is as short as you they automatically lose intimidation points.”
You glared, “See if I kiss you again anytime soon….”
“Are you really sure you’ll be able to resist a face like this?”
Thank you, Square Enix, for a) making the muscle head of the group a bookworm, and b) leaving enough clues to make the smart one be the smart one without making him the stereotypical bookworm.
(Also hey, for allowing moments like this where yes, Iggy is watching Gladio read, I am living!)
the last assignment I decide to just attempt to Castlevania style, despite I may not draw it obviously (since this oc is mainly asian look, younger..my lvl isnt enough…etc), but able to give her a ref sheet and drawing dem eyelashes is well worth it!!!
I should also continue this attempt on a male oc, and so continue to stare at all these lovely official arts/concepts to do more attempts…..(slaps funky yellow star on my face)
I’m starting to headcanon that this is the ridiculous shirt Ignis wears to pick up at a bar, cause it’s a real conversation starter.
Potential Hook-Up: Six, where did you get that awful shirt!?
Ringhand! Ignis: *offended and amused* I had this shirt specifically made for me so that I could always be covered in Rainbow Fire. Where did you get your awful manners?
What do you mean awful shirt? He looks like sex on legs
Reminds me of the screensaver of the ancient Windows program my family used back in the day. I’d still date him.
As many times as this has been rebloged, as many times as this has crossed my dash, as many times as I have read and laughed at it, I have NEVER nociced the same last name on Coctura and Nayvth. Are they canonicaly related?! I never notice Nayvth’s last name in the game.
Yes, I guess the information is in the dossiers? I think this is one of those specific things that people flip tables over in regards to Ignis because here we have fucking fishin’ buddy and his whatever the fuck, niece or whatever and then it’s like:
So last week I tried moaning every time I ate something delicious.
It was vaguely uncomfortable and unnatural
I actually love the idea of doing this trying out fanfic/literary cliche’s out in real life, kinda wanna make up a list and undertake it as a challenge.
don’t forget to make your butthole flutter today
Guess someone’s eye color from 20 feet away.
Be careful with these. I started reading fanfiction three years ago and now I have to toe my shoes off to get my feet out.
But do you pad across rooms?
Yes but I often give away my position when I huff.
FYI, I’m smirking at all y’all.
I’m resisting the urge to card my fingers through everybody’s hair.
This is as good a time as any to admit that right now I smell like coffee, sandalwood soap, and something uniquely myself.
I hate this post so much I clenched my fists and looked away, muscles bunching in my jaw.
i’m so glad to see i’m not alone, i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding
I’m grinning widely at this
I chuckled lightly upon reading this post.
I’m humming appreciatively.
this post is calling me out personally and every single one of you, with all the love in my heart, can shut the fuck up
Stop it! 🤣🤣🤣
If you’re not furrowing your brow then it doesn’t count.
It’s a good metaphor tho, because the situation is never going to get better if you don’t eventually pull the door. And afterwards, no matter what the damage was, you’ll have a working cabinet, whatever plates you could salvage, and a place to start putting new plates.
Reblogging for that comment ^
Hats off for negative jokes turned to wholesome posts
Big ass poster thing I made in tribute to the game, since I’ve just about beat it finally… after roughly… 130 hours?? Made it with the song “Starlight” by Flux Pavilion in mind (so it had a certain vibe, don’t @ me).
There’s still so much I wanted to do with the layout of this massive portrait, but I couldn’t find ways to make said implementations work, so… this’ll have to do. /nods
@squidbagelle suggested I should make poster prints of this, but it really depends if anyone would even be interested in it. Maybe?? ;;
Reblogging this for relevance.
Im getting around to completing the after-game stuff now, and thought it was appropriate to revive this huge ass poster I made in commemoration of beating the game…. 100 hours of playtime ago. haha
there’s some lava bending going on there…. so she separated the ground down to the mantle layer (magma chamber)? then floated that chunk on lava then air bended it over?
This is often cited as the single most powerful feat in bending in the entire franchise, and I’m inclined to agree. Kyoshi Island also manages to wind up quite a distance from the mainland–let’s assume it’s still on the continental shelf, otherwise MY GOD–and is large enough to sustain a reasonably-sized village with agriculture. Unless there’s an earthbending equivalent of the great comet going on, this is nuts.
Avatar Kyoshi also lived to 230 years old.
All of this begs the question to me–what the hell was up with her? Did she get a spirit-world power boost or something? These things are all very much outside the norm, even in a world of such extraordinary people.
What’s everybody’s theory on this?
She was just that strong
My thought has always been that Kyoshi was one of the few Avatars that was completely at peace with who and what she was. Every other Avatar we’ve seen – even the best of them like Aang and Korra – are conflicted over what they have to do and how they do it. Guilt and self-loathing over their responsibilities and actions, regret over what they could have done better.
Kyoshi, however, never doubted herself. Even without being arrogant, she always saw that what she did had to be done. She took what were the only options. You see this even in the advice she gives to subsequent Avatars: Be decisive. Be final. Commit.
Because of that, she was one of the few (Maybe only) Avatars who was able to completely encompass the powers available to them. No part of her subconsciously didn’t want to use them. There was no hesitancy buried so deep that she even didn’t realize it, Unlike Aang, or Roku, or Koruk, or Korra, or Yangchen, or even Wan, she was able to give herself over totally to whatever she was doing and hold nothing back.
That’s why she was able to accomplish feats of bending and skill that no other Avatar could equal: Because she, alone of all the Avatars, had she SHEER CHUTZPHA to do it.
other avatars ask “can i do it?”
kyoshi says “of course i can.”
Believe in yourself like Avatar Kyoshi believed in herself. Encompass the spirit of Avatar Kyoshi. I am a bad-ass and I WILL JUST DO IT
Without further ado: my submission for the fan project “To Our Dear Ardyn”. It’s all about good vibes and all that soft content I live for. I wanted to make a piece that was a modern day AU, and there are a bunch of little nods to FFXV plastered very obviously throughout the room, haha. Guest starring: Noctis and Luna cats!
so I admit I’ve been sitting on this one for a very long time now…. I always wanted to paint it and I tried but… was never happy with how it would start to turn out once I got started. STILL perhaps one day I will figure out what to do with it since I think it could be a nice print if I did
The inspiration for this came from an artist on pixiv. Their id number is 706445, so be sure to check their wonderful art out. At first I felt weird about this one, but for two hours of drawing it didn’t turn out too bad.
You stumble into a quaint little hole-in-the-wall cafe downtown, which was owned by an equally mysterious man in his forties. He was intimidating at first–but hey, surely, who could resist a dashing gent serving you warm lattes handcrafted with love?
What’s your favourite cafe order? I like warm matcha lattes.
Two asks nearly at the same time. It was a really close call!
Lovely Anon, the Trashman you wanted, the Trashman you get. I was being a little experimental though and triiieeed to get a younger Ardyn on canvas. Maybe in his late Healer times before everything went down… A pure young lad in his mid-twenties.
Im always gonna reblog this because 1. The learned support is awesome. 2. This boy is an absolute humorous gem. 3. Sibling support ftw (with the a healthy dash of competition)
I wish i had that kind of relationship with my brother tho
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A Ko-fi reward for Anonymous who requested a McSombra drabble with McCree taking care of Sombra while her implants went haywire. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll! I hope you enjoy this very angsty piece!
McSombra. 500 word drabble. Angst. Hurt w/o the Comfort.
She said it would only last 24 hours. Not terribly long. There were some missions that went on for nearly a week which felt endless and entirely too much, like at any moment a bullet would find his heart. This will be over with quickly.
On top of their bed, lying on her stomach, Sombra’s entire body tenses and occasionally, twitches. Her breathing is labored, heavy. Even as he sits beside her, stroking her hair gently as to not cause more pain, he stares at the implants along the top of her spine. The slightest touch, even of fabric, hurts her back. The rest of her nerves are burning and sending out signals that really shouldn’t be there, but it’s all part of the risk she took with giving herself the latest tech.
He can only tuck the sheets around her bare sides and back. Not even a bra touches her chest as she struggles to contain the agony currently attacking every inch of her person. For her, the world is on fire, and he can only breath on the flames.
Sometimes, her implants overwork themselves, or she does, or both. This triggers a system shutdown, but Sombra changed the code. When this occurs, her implants go off into a restart mode, cleaning up everything. In this process however, it goes off course from its purpose, and unintentionally harms Sombra. It only happens once every few years. This is the first time McCree witnesses her aching body.
It’s 3 AM. Only 12 hours have passed since she first collapsed. McCree has hardly breathed since then, carrying her to their bed where she tries to hide her small cries of pain behind clenched teeth. She at least managed to explain what was happening, but going to Mercy or even Winston is not an option.
She’s dealt with this before, and came out alive. Now, he’s with her. It can’t be as bad, she had said.
He wants to hold her. He wants to take her entire person into his arms and take every inch that is burning with malfunctioning pain and soothe it. Like taking the wrinkles out of a sheet. He knows every time she clamps down on her back molars she’s keeping her screams contained. He knows when her fingers curl into small, white knuckle fists, she’s not thrashing around as she usually would.
Pain is every bit a part of their souls as their own breathing, yet, his chest collapses at the sight of her tightly closed eyes.
He leans over, and presses a feather like kiss into her hair. His hands reach for her shoulders, massaging her skin. It doesn’t heal, or even lessen anything, but it’s a distraction for her to focus on. Working his thumbs carefully away from her implants, McCree watches the small outlines of backbone climb the center of her back. Scarred with those dark, glowing implants, he contains the urge to reach out and rip them off. As if they’re a leach draining her of every piece of life.
“Olivia,” he murmurs. If she hears him, she doesn’t give any indication. “It’s almost over, darlin’. Hold on.”
He continues to work his hands along her olive skin. A cold hand of fear seizes his threat, but he swallows against it. She’s still here. He can’t lose her.
Dragon!McCree isn’t tsundere, just grumpy and not used to humans, especially one like Sombra. If she truly needed something, he could tell by the sound of the voice and would give her whatever she needed. It would be strange for him, but so long as Sombra is taken care of, he’s alright with sharing his horde.
Genji and Angela are just concerned, eager parents. Angela is prepared medicine wise for the baby, and knows exactly how to handle any health afflictions. Genji learns all he can from parenting books. They both set up the nursery with a mixture of wonder and laughter while bracing for the long nights and diaper changes ahead.
Jesse and Olivia are very caught off guard but they hustle in readying their home for their kid. The most exciting part is painting the nursery a soft yellow and picking out a crib. They’re very happy, and talk about baby names over and over again. Jesse goes crazy in baby proofing the house while Olivia figures out all the necessities they’ll need for the baby.
Amélie and Hanzo are a whole mixture of determination and reserved longing. They prepare for adopting this 2 year old girl with a cute, small bedroom and plenty of toys and picture books. Hanzo worries about their baby no seeing them as her real parents. Amélie keeps going over the bedroom while reading plenty of parenting books for those who are adopting. They reassure each other over and over again about their baby loving them, just as they are going to love her.
I heard an invisible Sombra spamming voice lines in ffa the other night and I started spamming back so here’s an ongoing accidental game of invisible Marco Polo for your enjoyment
also starring the best timed nearly-dead-Junkrat voiceline I’ve ever heard in my life
Sombra: Hey, I brought some whiskey. It’s aged for nearly a hundred years.
McCree: *eyes her suspiciously*
Sombra: *taps the bottle against her palm, swirling the liquid inside* I mean, if you don’t want to shift into a human and drink with me that’s fine, but this bottle will be empty by morning.
McCree: Are you trying to get me drunk so you can steal my gold?
Sombra: No, I want to see if The Dragon can handle his alcohol.
McCree:
Sombra:
McCree: *shifts into his human form before taking the bottle and tasting it*
McCree: Okay, even if you do steal something, this whiskey is good.
my fave thing is when i reblog someone’s self ship art and then it gets reblogged and reblogged and again and again and again…even better when there’s cute and positive notes of the selfship art in the tags despite them not knowing that person or the f/o
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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