Took a break from expression meme to draw Turian!Reaper and Commander Morrison in yet another crossover because at this point I can’t help myself :> Gabe is practically falling apart and he’s still too stubborn to admit he needs help.
I know none of you will reblog this because you only care about your pretty-boy celebrities and your contrived “discourse”, but I just undid Dracula’s curse
Why would anyone pick a human race in a fantasy game
I want a fantasy game where human isn’t even an option
Nah man, humans are the coolest
It’s one thing to fight demons if you’re from a species that lives for hundreds of years, is tied to natural magic, and births the best archers on the planet. It’s another thing entirely to do the same when your species is known to be slightly-above-average at farming.
writer: this is one of my male characters! he cares about his guy friends and loves them deeply.
tumblr: oh! so he’s gay!
writer: uh…no, he’s attracted to women.
tumblr: ….so he’s bi!
writer: uhh…no…….he loves his guy friends but he’s not romantically/sexually attracted to them.
tumblr: ….so you’re homophobic.
writer:
Healthy male friendships are almost as rare in mainstream fiction as gay male relationships, and maybe more rare in fanfiction. Let men be wonderful friends without pushing a romantic relationship, just like men and women should be able to be wonderful friends without the pressure of a romantic relationship.
*AGGRESSIVELY SLAMS REBLOG UNTIL I DIE*
This is literally the reason men are so terrified of being open about loving each other platonically, because they don’t want people to assume they’re gay just because they can be supportive of their fucking friends
A Ko-fi reward for Anonymous who requested a McSombra drabble based on their Summer Event sprays! Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll! I hope you enjoy Equestrian Competitor McCree admiring Sombra practicing!
The fact that the field training center is right beside the horse corrals should have been wonderful, but it is quickly proving otherwise. The horse trailer is much to cornered, and the driver can hardly find a way to slip into the entrance of the parking lot. McCree grows tired of watching and simply leads his horse out on a rope into the training center. There’s no doubt he’ll hear this from his manager, but his horse is far too hot in this heat. The fastest way to the corrals is through the training center.
By the looks some of the athletes give him while he makes his way onto the grass, he figures they’ve never had seen a horse before. He hides his grin a few times when someone stumbles because they were watching the horse instead of where they were going.
Once halfway through and working their way around field equipment, McCree glances across the grass. One of the many set ups included a large padded area just behind a bar stretched out. It appears much to high, but in the moment he takes notice, a woman is running straight towards at an angle.
Unconsciously, he stops to witness what painful accident is about to occur, but the woman doesn’t slow. She continues, before suddenly lifting her legs, one by one, and twisting in the air. His hat lifts in the sun as she seamlessly slips over the bar, and lands on the padding with a quiet sound.
The ponytail of dark hair swinging from the back of her head is near shining in the sunlight. As she gets off the pad. While slipping under under the bar back onto solid land, a coach comes to speak with her. She appears to be listening, but the woman very subtly shifts her gaze onto McCree. So subtly, that he blinks once before he remembers his manners.
He stays still, clutching the horse’s rope like a lifeline. He feels like he’s awaiting a trial. Suddenly, the woman begins sauntering over to where he dumbly stands. All he can identify is the little Mexico flag on her tank top before she’s stopping right in front of him.
“I would remark on your painfully obvious staring, but at the moment, I’m a little more interested in your horse.” Her voice comes smoothly in a spanish accent, although something mischievous plays in her strange, purple-blue eyes.
McCree takes off his hat, “My apologies, Miss. I promise my mama raised me better than that but I’ve never seen anyone jump that high without looking like they’re about to break something.”
Her eyebrow arches, amused as he steps aside to present his horse.
“You can pet him if he’d like,” he offers. “If you really want to get on his good side, you should bring him a carrot.”
All too intrigued by this, the woman steps forward, and holds her hand out. The horses sniffs her hand, no doubt tickling her with his fuzzy lips. Slowly, she moves on to running her hand along his neck, a little mesmerized.
“What’s his name?”
“Huckleberry.”
The woman gives him a strange look, but he only keeps grinning. Then, someone shouts at her, which she annoying looks back to.
“Well then, Huckleberry,” she turns to the horse, but lets a side eye fall upon McCree, “I hope to get to see more of you around here.”
She steps away. Just as McCree fumbles with his tongue, the woman winks. A playful, quick twickle of her beautiful eyes leaves him breathless as she turns, and walks away.
Sombra shows off the cigarettes first by lighting one up and puffing out smoke. She starts to joke that she could be a dragon too when he finally shifts to his human form. There, she puts the cigarette in his hand. As he figures out how to hold it in his mouth, she lights it for him. He comments on it not being half bad, for a human thing, while Sombra smiles, stares, and finishes her own cigar.
preference/scenario for babying the sick
chocobros?
NOCTIS
Noctis sniffed through his nose again,
causing your shoulders to convulse with silent laughter.
“Stop laughing at me” He complained behind
you in his nasal voice, which was also hoarse and husky.
You turned around in the bed to be facing him
and grinned playfully.
“I’m not laughing at you”
“Yeah you are” In return, he shifted to be
lying down on his back instead of on his side, crossing his arms over his
chest. “You can’t stop smiling”
“That’s because you’re adorable when you’re
sick” You booped his nose jokingly, knowing it would annoy him a little.
“Buzz off…” Noctis closed his eyes lazily. “You
shouldn’t even be here, I’m gonna get you
sick!”
“Well, then you’d have to take care of me. It’s a win win situation”
You knew Noctis was feeling worse when he didn’t respond to your banter.
A lack of playfulness between you two was
extremely rare, and it was a bad sign.
To further reinforce your suspicion, Noctis
frowned and groaned in discomfort.
“I’m freezing” He whispered, snuggling closer
to you in search for some body warmth.
As soon as his body grazed yours, you noticed he was shaking. You frowned worriedly.
“Hold on, Noct” You nimbly got up and looked
for a blanket.
After a few seconds of looking around, you
found one in the closet and put it over Noct’s form. He curled up under it,
keeping his eyes closed.
“Do you want me to prepare you some hot
chocolate or something?” You said, walking over to him and kindly rubbing his
arm.
“No” He shook his head grumpily. “I don’t
think I can stomach anything”
“Then what do you need, Noct?”
“I don’t know”
“Sleep maybe?” You ventured, knowing how much
he liked his naps.
“Yeah, come here” Eyes still closed, he
blindly reached out for you.
You hurried to lie back down next to him,
snuggling closer to him under the warm blanket. You faced him and gently
caressed his face, also brushing tufts of messy dark hair away from his eyes and forehead.
He felt slightly warm, which meant he might
be coming up with a fever. It got you worried, and you started to wonder
whether you should call Ignis or not. Maybe Regis or someone else.
You observed him as he sniffled again,
coughing on his hand. He was a little sweaty, probably having some degrees of
fever already.
“How are you feeling, Noct?” You asked him
tenderly.
“I got a killer headache” He opened his eyes
and looked at you tiredly. “And I can’t really get warm, this sucks…”
“Do you want me to call Iggy? Maybe he knows
of some medicine you can take to make you feel better” Seeing as he blankly
looked at you, you started to stand up again, clueless about what to do to help
him. “I can get your dad if you want”
“Just…” Noctis sighed as he held your arm. “Stay
here…”
“Sure thing, my prince” You spoiled him a
little, figuring he could use your cares at the moment. “I’ll stay right here
with you”
“Text Ignis” He said, rolling his eyes
dramatically. “Just don’t make a big deal out of it, he’ll come all the way
here”
“And you don’t want that because you want me
to spoil you a little, right?” You tried again, hoping to cheer him up with
your usual horseplay.
“Maybe…” He confessed, shrugging slightly.
Noctis dedicated you a tiny smirk, to which
you pinched his cheek fondly.
Briefly taking your phone out, you texted Ignis
–saying you had a headache and felt a
bit unwell, hoping he knew of some medicine to help you. That way he wouldn’t
freak out about Noctis being sick –and saved your phone to focus all your attention back on Noctis.
GLADIO
Another loud sneeze, and scandalous one that
made you jump yet again. Gladio laughed just like the other times, but you knew
that he was acting tough because he didn’t look so good.
He just preferred to keep appearances,
especially in front of you.
“Come on, big guy” You teased him, tilting
your head to the side as you rested one hand in your hip. “Drop the macho attitude”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe”
There was his iconic smug smirk again.
“You have one hell of a cold”
“It must be, right? To take me down?”
You took his hand and pulled at it while
showing him your best smirk.
“Come to bed with me” You said, making him
follow you to the room.
“Alright” Instead, Gladio let go of your hand
and wrapped a strong arm around your waist.
His other hand wrapped behind your knees as
he tried to pick you up, but he gave up. That right there was proof that he
wasn’t at his usual prime form, since Gladio always lifted you up like you
weighted nothing and carried you everywhere.
“Stop being a manly man for a moment and let
me take care of my man, okay?” You pinched his cheek, to which he glared at you
unamused, but he obliged when you tenderly held his hand again.
The two of you walked to the bed, and while
he lied down and got comfortable, sighing in content, you went to pick up the
laptop. That way you could relax together and maybe watch some movies.
He grinned at you as he watched you work, endeared
and proud that you were willing to spend the whole day with a sniffy and sick
Gladio. Yet you had no problem at all.
“Is there anything you need?” You tapped your
bottom lip in deep thought as you gave him the computer. “Maybe some blankets? Medicine? A glass of water?
Some snacks?”
“The only thing missing here is you, babe”
With a sexy and comical sneeze, he patted the bed.
You laughed openly, making him smile even
though he started coughing right after.
Knowing him, you were positive that he wouldn’t
take any medicine. He absolutely hated it and preferred to power through
anything unless he was feeling absolutely to the limit.
Bringing a blanket with you so he would stay
warm with his changing temperature, you lied down next to him and covered the
both of you with it. He wrapped a strong arm around you and brought you closer
to his side, grateful to have you with him.
As Gladio rested the laptop on his legs, you
got comfortable leaning on his side as he typed one of his favorite movie
titles, Apocalypse Now, and set it up.
He looked down at you just in time to meet
with your own glance and he smirked smugly just to soften his expression and
chuckle sweetly. Gladio knew you usually didn’t like the kind of movies he did
and you’d often meet in the middle so he wouldn’t have to watch romantic movies
and you didn’t have to sit through war or violent ones.
Yet Gladio was sick and he knew you would
spoil him by letting him watch it, also bearing with it yourself. You just couldn’t
say no to a cute and sick Gladio.
“Just this time, Gladio” You playfully
patted his chest, making him laugh a little.
“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to get
you sick”
“That’s your punishment, you have to be
content with just holding my hand”
Amused by your quick wit and sass, he hit the
play button on the laptop before gently taking your hand in his.
He was definitely content because he felt
lucky that he got to spend his sick days with someone so special to him and
that would take such good care of him.
Gladio just squeezed you in his arms, not
really paying that much attention to the movie.
IGNIS
“Iggy!” You scolded him, hurrying to his
side. “I thought we had agreed that you would take it easy”
“Quite the opposite” He replied in an
exhausted and sick voice. “You had merely suggested it, I never agreed to it”
“You’re sick” You pushed him by the shoulders
so he would sit down on the bed. “And you need to rest”
It wasn’t the first time it happened too, he overdid himself with work and ended up getting sick because he didn’t rest properly. But he was so pigheaded! Ignis had already stood
up from the bed twice, assuring that he definitely had messages on his phone or
something that required his attention.
“I need to tend to my duties” Was that man
stubborn.
“Noct can survive one day without you” You
tried to reassure him, knowing that he was worried about the prince.
The glare he gave you showed how unamused he
was by such statement, and how he strongly disagree with you. If you were being
honest, and knowing that boy, you knew he was bound to be a mess without Ignis’
supervision.
“Well, he’s gonna have to” You resolved to
say, keeping your hands on his shoulder so he wouldn’t stand up. “Just relax
and take it easy”
The man sighed in exhaustion, taking his
glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose. That probably meant that he
was suffering from a terrible headache, but he never complained.
“Why don’t I prepare you some coffee?” You
offered, knowing how much he loved it.
“That would be lovely, Y/N” He put his
glasses on again and dedicated you a weak smile. “Thank you”
“Very well” You briefly kissed him in the cheek
in an attempt to cheer him up. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a flash”
Hoping he would actually listen this time,
you headed for the kitchen. You wished you had Ebony since it was his favorite,
but you had to resign yourself with pouring him some of the regular coffee that
was already in the pot. You didn’t even have to prepare it.
Opening the cabinets, you looked for a mug. Picking
the one you knew he used the most, you easily poured the beverage and put it in
the microwave to heat it up.
“Everything in order?” His voice startled you
since you weren’t expecting him to come back.
“I should be asking that to you” You shook
your head in disapproval and sent him a glare.
Knowing that he was testing your patience, he
feebly walked over to the nearest chair and plopped down in a way much unlike
him. Poor man was obviously exhausted and drained from his energies.
You stopped the microwave and carefully
handed him the mug, which he placed on the table until it cooled down slightly.
“You don’t look so well” You told him, softly
resting a hand on his forehead. His skin felt warm. “You really need to get
some rest, Iggy!”
“I’m afraid you’re right” His green eyes
reluctantly met with yours. “I will, I promise. You should go home now, I mustn’t
keep you”
“You won’t get rid of me so easily” You sat
on his lap, hugging him tightly.
You lingered on the embrace, resting your head on his shoulder and squeezing him gently. That seemed to encourage him a little more,
because when you broke away to look at him he was smiling.
Even if he was pale and looked tired, that
small smile was tender and beautiful.
“You are in no obligation to stay, my love”
His arms warmly engulfed you as he sent you the most loving glance.
“But I want to!” Taking the coffee and giving
it back to him now that it was supposed to be cool enough to drink, you smiled
sweetly at him. “It’s not every day I get to order you around, Ignis Scientia
no less. Not to mention spoil you a little”
Ignis chuckled softly, to your surprise,
adjusting his glasses before taking the mug from your hands.
“Very well” He paused to sip at the coffee,
which seemed to do him good. “I could definitely do with your company, darling”
“Let’s go then” Chuckling as the mug returned
to your hands yet again, you held it for him as you helped him up the seat.
Ignis weakly rested an arm over your
shoulders as you accompanied him back to his room.
For the rest of the day, he let you spoil him
–although reluctantly –and you basically cuddled in the bed until he felt a
little better. Even then, you convinced him to take it easy and have a lazy day
in with you to make sure he completely recovered.
PROMPTO
“Y/N!” Prompto called you again from his
room, extending the syllables in a childish yet adorable whine.
“Coming!” You replied from the living room,
sighing as you thought he had finally fallen asleep.
When you arrived to his room, you observed
him curled up in the bed like a child. He heard you arriving and glanced at the
threshold where you stood, pouting in your direction.
“I can’t sleep…” He complained, feebly
resting his head on the pillow again.
“Can I get you something, Prom?”
“No…”
You smiled fondly, knowing he was torn
between letting you help him and his desire not to be a nuisance. He couldn’t
make up his mind because he wanted all your attention and affection but also
hated to think he was a burden.
“You sure?” You walked up to him and brushed
the hair off his forehead to leave a soft kiss there. “You don’t need anything?
Nothing at all?”
A little flustered because of the unexpected
kiss, he shyly looked up at you.
“Maybe lie down here with me?”
“You got it”
Grinning because he had given in to his need
of affection, you easily lied down next to him. You knew that your boyfriend
was an affectionate person, but when he felt sick he needed much more
attention.
You hugged him, softly resting your head on his
chest and your hand on his shoulder.
“How’s your stomach feeling?” Gingerly, you rubbed your hand against it.
“Still hurts” Prompto often suffered from
intense stomach aches, and they always rendered him in a weak and sad mood.
But at least cuddling you always cheered him
up. Not to mention how great you were taking care of him, making him feel so
loved and special.
“I’m tired…” He snuggled even closer to you,
nuzzling his nose into your hair and comfortably resting there.
Another thing you had noticed was that he got
very whiny and childlike when he felt under the weather. Some might think it
was slightly annoying, but you found it endearing and adorable.
“Want me to talk to you?” Hearing the
soothing sound of your voice relaxed him as you narrated things to him in a low
voice, no matter what the subject was.
Prompto closed his eyes and nodded, frowning
and pursing his lips together in a sulky way. Then he feebly moved again so he
was lying down on top of you instead.
You chuckled at his demeanor and hugged him
tight as he rested his weight atop of you. One of your hands also sunk into his
soft hair, which was your secret weapon to get him sleepy. It never failed.
That boy just felt completely safe and
comfortable being held by you, especially if you played with his hair. He secretly
adored being the little spoon.
Hence, you spoke with the softest voice you could
manage as your hand absently caressed his hair. Prompto’s breath tickled your
skin as he sighed in content, and he sometimes let out a tiny groan of happiness.
Soon enough, he had fallen asleep. Mission accomplished.
His stomach would probably settle and he would
feel much better after he had some rest.
Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both
Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!
(looooong post, guys. strap in)
Noctis:
He didn’t mean to tell you.
He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.
Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.
@aa–leksandra requested: Hi❤ How about chocobros finding a calendar full of little cards or photos and there’s under the date of their and their s/o first date (or first meeting) something that reminds them of this place/moment, and there’s a lot more. Maybe they found it when they tried to clean. They dropped it and everything spilled out or something like that? Thank You and I would be extremely happy for a little bit of clumsy and fluffy Gladio (he can’t be perfect all of the time XD) Thank you my dear amazing writer ❤
ahhh thank you so much for this request!! i really love the premise of a memory box, so i had a lot of fun writing it. i hope you like what i’ve come up with (but beware: lots of fluff)
– word count: ~500 each – sfw ; fluff
Noctis:
When he found it, he was rifling through cabinets and drawers in a daze, his eyelids still weighed down by sleep. He wanted a spoon—that was all—but in his weary state, he couldn’t remember where the hell you kept them.
It wasn’t unusual for him to be awake and wandering at three o’clock in the morning with a bowl of cereal in hand. In fact, he was notorious at the Citadel for scaring new guards shitless with his evening strolls. This was one of those nights, except the Citadel was your apartment, and there were no guards to ask where the damn silverware was. So he was on his own.
After this episode, can I say once more just how much of a good mother Midoriya Inko is and how much of a GOOD REPRESENTATION OF A PARENT she is. Like I can’t strees how good Horishiki wrote this scene and how good she writes Inko in general. When this chapter came out in the manga, a lot of people complained about her because she wouldn’t let Izuku go to U.A, but you’ve got to understand that this is a true conflict that parents face, you have to chose between your children’s safety and their personal wishes and ambitions. This is actually one (if not the most important) core of the problems in a parent son relationship and one that most children ad teenagers don’t get (until they themself become parents). You have to understand that its her SON.
The little ball of sunshine that she has raised, most likely on her own, who she has seen struggling with horrible situations that no parent wants their children to go through, like bulling and the prospect of her son living in a society that practically considers him useless. And then said child suddenly developes a super OP quirk that hurts him and, because he is a reckless brocoli, has the tendecy to put himself in danger ALL THE F*CKING TIME (seriously if I was Deku’s mother I would have died of heart attack by now). And do you know what is worst? That she is powerless to do anything, to help or support her child in this or any future situation. As a parent that is debasting. But do you know why she is a GOOD MOTHER and why I love her as a character?
She is aware of the decision that she is taking. She is aware that this has been Izuku’s dream all his life and that is going to be a horrible blow to her son and that she might be hated for it. But she is not the typical anime delusional parent that bans the protagonist to do something out of a misguided sense of parenthood. In other words Horishiki doesn’t write Inko, his mother, as “Antagonist” to Izuku (a common trend in shonen manga really) rather she is the representation of a valid point of concern for Deku and his development, both a child and as a character in the story (and let’s be honest it is also a concern for us because at this point we are all done with seeing Deku break his bones al the goddamn time!).
But what I love about Inko is that she is not unreasonable. She is not blind and doesn’t close her mind to oher peoples reasoning. After Toshinori makes his speech, that is ment to resure her as mother, she understand that other people care about Izuku (something that must be new to her, seeing how the middle school teachers treated Izuku) not only about his physical wellbeing, but about his mental development too. Not only that but it’s actually his son’s all time hero who makes a compromise to care for him. You don’t know how liberating for a sigle parent that is, Inko must have felt that she was the only one worried about his son’s recklessness, seeing that the school allowed Izuku to hurt himself and put him in dangerous situation . That is why she also tells Toshinori to live, because he is also somebody important to Izuku and somebody who worries about him as much as her.
So yeah, MIDORIYA INKO IS A GOOD MOTHER, IF NOT THE BEST MOTHER IN ANIME AND IF I CAUGHT ANY OF YOU BASHING HER I’M GOING TO BE PLUS ULTRA ON YOUR ASS!
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this workshops last assignment is doing a different art style and draw the character as it, im just gonna go take this chance to try study my fav shows style and do my oc
(each style i can imagine with different ocs lol but I gotta at least make one til monday uu)
The key to getting over imposter syndrome is to know everyone else is an imposter too. Tell yourself you deserve a stake in the scam they’re all running.
Ummmm excuse me but this is fucking brilliant.
Did you just cure imposter syndrome with… spite?
You can cure a LOT with spite.
Terry Pratchett’s Moist Von Lipwig character arc, a summary.
•"hey, y’see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?“ “Sorry, what?” “On the sh-” “oh yeah sure, I’ll get it.”
•*doesn’t hear teacher because someone’s pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*
•*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what they’re saying*
•teachers asking, “why do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever I’m saying,” followed by the response, “I’m just processing it,” rebuked by, “we’ll stop processing it and just write.”
•*gets really focused on staring out the window and goes through four songs without hearing a single on*
someone is whispering to their friends in the library, you don’t even know who this person is but you know their major, what state they grew up in, and their hobbies during high school. you just wanted to find a quiet spot to do your chemistry homework.
wanting to chime in on other people’s conversations all the time, but don’t, because you’re not suppose to be “listening” to them.
being the only person in the house that can hear that awful buzzing sound certain electronics make
hiding in your room because everything is too loud.
motorcycles were invented by satan
being told that you have dog-like hearing by friends and family
being yelled at for “not listening” by friends and family.
God. God. God. God.
This entire post is so fucking relatable it hurts
Me: “turn captions on”
Brother: “I’ll just turn it up”
Me, covering my ears cause the TV was already loud as fuck because he keeps it that way when he watches it: “NO! THIS ONLY MAKES IT HARDER!” cause now it’s too loud and I can’t think straight to try to process it at all
Neptune thrusts his trident into the throbbing throng of war, enveloping them in waters of emotion.
The generation with Neptune in aries expresses their spiritual self as a warrior who fights for others, and defends the weak. They idealize strength, independence, and success, and dream of fighting for something important to them. They create things to express this.
Neptune in taurus
Neptune kisses a calf on the head, it’s sweet sleepy eyes staring at him peacefully. This is a lovely place.
The generation with neptune in taurus expresses their spiritual self as an artists, who seeks to find the beauty in every aspect of physical reality, and create comfort from nothing. They idealize love, stability, money, and art, and dream of the perfect beautiful safe haven. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Gemini
Neptune looses himself within the words, traveling to other worlds and swimming in them is natural
The generation with neptune in gemini express their spiritual selves as scholars, who never want to stop learning about the mysteries of life, and to discover things that may never exist. They idealize knowledged, friendship, and learning and dream of a place where knowledge never runs out and boredom doesn’t exist. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Cancer
Neptune finds his family under the ocean, and a love that transcends romance fills his heart. The love of family.
The generation with Neptune in Cancer express their spiritual selves as caretakers, who want to hold the whole wide world in their heart, and never let them feel pain or suffering, and to purify all the evil to make everything safe. They idealize family, compassion, and emotions and dream of a place where family is a beautiful hallmark and everyone loves each other. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Leo
Neptune looks at the radiant ego, a confused look on his face. What is an ego?
The generation with neptune in leo express their spiritual selves as creators, who want to express their truest selves without restriction, and to lead others to a brighter future. They idealize self expression, honesty, and individuality and dream of a place where everyone can be who they are without judgement and make everyone feel important and loved. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Virgo
Neptune stands before a goddess who deemed him not perfect enough.
The generation with neptune in virgo have neptune in detriment. They express their spiritual selves as helpers, who want the world to be perfect, without fault. They idealize perfection itself, health, and organization and dream of a place where everything is perfect according to their standards, where everything will run smoothly and there will be no stress, only honest work. Thy create things to express this
Neptune in Libra
Neptune watches society through rose tinted glasses, and lets out a sigh of relief.
The generation with neptune in Libra express their spiritual selves as romantics, who want to solve all the worlds problems, find true love and be at peace. They idealize romance, diplomacy, and art and dream of a place similar to a romance novel, where there is no war, or pain. Only falling in love. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Scorpio
Neptune thrusts his trident into the sea floor, a crack appearing to the underworld.
The generation with neptune in scorpio express their spiritual selves as investigators, who want to live in a world of chaos, stress, tension and transformation. They idealize intensity, sex and depth and dream of a place that would be action packed and filled with deep hidden meanings everywhere with plots and secrets. They create things to express this
Neptune in sagittarius
Neptune sits under a canopy in a foreign land, enchanted by hymns he has never heard
The generation with neptune in sagittarius expresses their spiritual selves as wanderes, who want to live in a world of spirituality, travel, and constant learning. They idealize spirituality, travel, and discovery and dream of a place filled with new things to discover, and new spiritualities to sample. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Capricorn
Neptune looks reality in the face and sighs wistfully
The generation with neptune in capricorn express their spiritual selves as professionals, who want to live in a world with perfect timing, perfect systems, and perfect purposes where everyone knows what they are doing in life. They idealize careers, old things, and tradition and dream of a place where everyone can go back to a time where things were simple and honest, and magic still existed, and they could be royalty of a small fief. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Aquarius
Neptune begins humming into pure energy, identity begins to fade.
The generation with neptune in aqua expresses their spiritual selves as innovators, who want to make utopia a reality. They idealize technology, community, and revolution and dream of a place that is like heaven on earth. They create things to express this.
Neptune in Pisces
Neptune melds into the waters of infinity
The generation with neptune in pisces express their spiritual selves as saviors, who want to live in a place that transcends utopia, as it only exists within a place of spirit. They idealize spirituality, faith and imagination and dream of a place where people can be as free as they want without penalty and divinity is not disrespected. They create things to express this.
A/N: I am SO terribly late with this, but then again, they say better last then never. Right?
So, dear Obloss of @blossattic I know your birthday was on the 8th of July, and I know life kept me busy, but I am so sorry that I am so late with this. At least when I got to the cabin today I was able to finish it without too much trouble? Apparently the muse was up here waiting for me. XD I hope you like this Doll, and happy Belated birthday!
Characters: Prompto x Reader, Dino Warnings: None – just Fluff ❤ Wordcount: 1306
Dino couldn’t help but smirk at Prompto. “Now then, tell me again what your here for? And I don’t mean the item ya had me make her…”
Prompto sighed and gently rubbed the back of his neck. “I uh–need some advice.”
“Advice, from your ol’ pal Dino huh?” he chuckled softly then gently rested his arms against his knees after gesturing to the bench seat next to him. “Well, have a seat Kid, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Prompto began to fidget from one foot to the other before he finally took the seat next to Dino, then was quickly back on his feet again, paced the dock a little then sat down next to him once more. Dino lifted a brow and started to laugh softly. “Sweet six kid, what crawled into your pants? Wait, maybe I don’t really wanna know.”
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