How would the chocobros react towards a s/o who doesn’t wear girly clothes??? She’s kind, sweet and all, but only wears jeans, shorts, sneakers, hoodies, that sort of clothing (kinda boyish). And someway, she starts feeling self-conscious about it. (Preferences) o3o
A/N: I actually always wear jeans, hoodies/nerdy t-shirts and converse, so it was pretty fun writing this because I feel identified 😛
Ignis:
Honestly, Ignis thinks you’re beautiful whatever you’re wearing. But he does often suggest that maybe you could wear a dress if you would like because you would look absolutely stunning in it. In time, because of his insistence, you get self-conscious about it but he soon apologizes and assures you that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen no matter what, because he’s so in love with you.
Prompto:
Prompto usually notices everything, from a haircut to a new pair of shoes. And he always praises you about it. But he never really pays too much attention to what you’re wearing because he’s so smitten that he thinks you’ll look great even with a bag over your head. So naturally, he loses no time to comfort you when you get self-conscious about your boyish clothes. Because you look great in them, they’re stylish and they’re comfortable. He doesn’t want you to wear a dress or high heels if it’s gonna be annoying for you! Besides, he thinks you look absolutely adorable in an oversized hoodie.
Gladio:
Actually, he likes it! Even though he thinks girls that wear tight clothes and uncomfortable shoes do look pretty, he enjoys the change in your wardrobe. Because he can take you wherever he wants since you’re so comfortable in your clothes. How would he take someone on a hike with him if they’re wearing high heels, right? And he adores taking you on hikes with him! But he doesn’t lose a second in telling you how bomb you look with your usual clothes when you tell him you feel self-conscious about it.
Noctis:
You actually steal Noctis’ clothes very often. He’s always wondering where his favorite shirt went, or where that cozy sweater of his is. But he just knows you have them, and he adores it because when you eventually return them, they smell like you. You pretty much have the same taste in fashion and he loves it. Honestly, when you get insecure about it, he tells you that it’s kinda silly. Are you worried that people think you should be more girly? To hell with them, you can wear whatever you want! Especially if you look that good in just your jeans, shirt and converse!
I don’t think I’ve ever drawn Pokespe!Guzma before and the latest chapter had some nice panels, so I did a few re-draws! Thank you @illuminatescanlations for the scans!
Ahh I should’ve added this to my previous doodle post but I forgot! I tried to practice foreshortening with this, but I prefer how the lighting came out. I hope I can re-draw a better version in the future. Foreshortening is hard.
in which Guzma teaches his s/o the swear words first
or alternatively he trolls them and teaches them a phrase and tells them it means something different then what it actually is.
okay originally this was just meant to be a shitpost but imagine that he started teaching his s/o before they were a thing, and one time he accidentally said ‘i love you’ to them in Alolan but he wasn’t sure if they felt the same way about him so when his s/o asked it what it meant and he panics and says it means ‘you’re cool,’
I am sorry to hear that you’re tired…although this doesn’t sound like the physical sense of tired, this sounds more, mental…perhaps. Is this where I should offer my lap for you to rest your head on, so I can pet your hair?
I have done extensive research on the subject of romance, and most romance novels, by popularity, do have the main character rest their head on the thigh of their love interest so they can be comforted.
Is…is this not accurate?
Perhaps then maybe I should softly kiss your forehead while I cup your face, and remind you that you are worth everything to me….which you are…then press kisses over your eyelids and your nose?
Or is that what some consider too much? Or is it not enough?
Or have I made an error and gone into the cringe worthy category?
Maybe, just maybe after all that, I have made you smile just a little?
I certainly hope so. I hope you also do know that I am willing to listen to whatever you wish to talk about, be it everything or nothing at all. I promise that I will be here for you always. Okay?
I cherish you, above all else sweetheart. Never forget that. (Please don’t cringe, I promise to come up with a better line in the future.)
“You are my ears and I am your eyes. One cannot survive without the other.”
“Guide me my way Prompto and I’ll do the same in return.”
Ask and you shall receive mushroom anon ;))))
Because boy…. The story will be XTRA ANGST with these boys like this on their road trip journey. Noctis a blind prince and Prompto the deaf pleb.
When Altissia happened, Luna begged for the Kings of Yore to help Noctis. Guess who became bonded? Noctis sees through Prompto’s eyes and Prompto hears from Noctis’ ears. Shhh let the Kings and Queen ship these two even Luna ships them
But guess what??
When Noctis sat on the throne being stabbed to death by the kings. Prompto defs feel each. And every. Stab. That. Noctis. Felt.
Prompto was sobbing, choking and begged Ignis and Gladio to bring him to Noctis as he struggled to breathe. He needed to be with Noctis.
………………
When dawn arrived. Gladio was consoling a silently crying Igni– who is he kidding? He was crying too.
Noctis and Prompto were huddled together on the throne… Asleep with a smile :”)
YESYESYES!!!! I have other requests in my inbox but hhh OT4 + 1 FLUFF AAAA!!!!!!!!
You sighed and looked at the mess the four boys left before you. It wasn’t a mess in the traditional sense, rather, they were the mess and you had to clean them up.
After a difficult battle against a Malboro, the boys had all gotten sprayed with the deadly poison. Lucky for you, you didn’t have to walk far to get to the closest camp, their injuries were near minimal, minor fractures, a few cuts, and a couple of ailments, but it was still a lot to deal with.
Noctis was still poisoned, Prompto was confused, Gladiolus had some deep cuts that the poison seeped into, and Ignis had a twisted wrist and was really sluggish. You sighed, remembering how difficult it was to try and herd them to the camp as you walked into the tent with some curatives.
“Noctis? Are you up?” You questioned, removing the cold towel from his forehead that was keeping him from getting worse.
He muttered an incomprehensible phrase, trying to sit up, before hacking and coughing up a storm. You looked at him worriedly and quickly rest his head in your lap, shushing him.
“Noct, sweetie, relax, if you move too much that poison will hurt you worse. Here, take this,” You ordered gently, putting the Antidote against his lips and watching him sip it gently.
You smiled softly at your sleepy prince and kissed his forehead, replacing the cold rag on his forehead and kissing the tip of his nose.
He scrunched up his nose before coughing again, gently laying his head down.
You smiled at his sleeping face and turned around to be met with large, blue puppy dog eyes.
“Babe! Pay attention to me! My head hurts!” He whined, laying on Gladio’s chest, believing it to be you in his confused state.
You chuckled before you saw Gladio begin to inhale sharply as Prompto rubbed his head against the strong man’s already infected room.
“Prompto! Nonono! You’ll hurt Gladdy!” You chided, moving his head from Gladio’s chest to yours, continuing to nuzzled in your cleavage.
You rolled your eyes and lifted his head, pulling out a remedy and trying to get him to sip it.
“No!” He whined, turning his head away from the drink.
“Prompto, please? Your headache won’t feel better if you don’t,” You tried to coax him into drinking the thick drink.
“No,” He whined once more, this time softer.
You sighed.
“I’ll kiss you if you do, honey,” You tried to get him to drink it.
“Hm… no thank you,” He whispered, happily snuggling into your chest.
You thought for a moment before, smiling to yourself, looking down at him.
“How about I just kiss you to feel better?” You asked.
He gave you a dazed smile and puckered his lips comically to get you to kiss him. You quickly downed the Remedy and kept it in your mouth, smashing your lips against his and forcing the curative into his mouth.
He whined against your mouth and you kept his head trapped against yours until he swallowed the curative.
You pulled away with a pop and he immediately began whining and babbling incoherently about how mean you were for that. You rolled your eyes and set him down.
“Get some rest, chocobean. You’ll feel better if you do,” you whispered a silent order, which he followed.
Next was the big guy. That nasty cut of his could wait no longer. You sighed and grabbed some bandaging, some peroxide, and an antidote.
“This is gonna sting, Gladdy. But you’re a big boy, you can handle a bit of pain, yeah?” You asked, smiling at him.
He gave you a signature flirty smile and put his hand up to your cheek.
“For you baby, I would go through a world of hurt,” He said, inhaling sharply as his open cut began to sting.
You rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away lightly.
“You ready? On three. One-” You began counting, but were cut off by Gladio pinching your thigh.
“Whoops, my hand slipped,” He grinned wolfishly.
You huffed and just pressed the rag stained with the antidote on his poison filled scar suddenly in retaliation, which caused him to growl.
“Son of a bitch!” He exclaims.
“Sorry sweetie,” you said sweetly, lacing your voice with spite, “my hand slipped.”
He looked at you with a playful glare.
“Gods, I love it when you get all feisty,” he chucked.
You rolled your eyes once more, beginning to gently dab the antidote in and around the large cut. Next was the peroxide, which you dabbed even more gently so it wouldn’t hurt as bad. You sighed when the worst of it was cleaned up and helped him sit up, pulling out the bandages and beginning to wrap them around his body.
“You know,” you spoke up, loud enough so they could hear you, “You boys are so reckless. Why can’t you be more careful? I might not always be around to care for you guys,” you noted.
Just as you were wrapping your arms around Gladio’s body to catch the bandage, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly.
“You’ll be here. As long as we’re around to keep you safe,” he said, a note of confidence in his voice.
You sighed and pulled from his hug, feeling warm in the face from the sudden embrace. You caught the bandage in your hand and wrapped it around once more, securing it and laying his body back down.
“Don’t move it too much, Gladdy,” you ordered.
He simply gave you a thumbs up.
You scanned the tent for your other, bespectacled, boyfriend but were unable to find him. Worried, you stepped out of the tent for a moment to find him, not before hearing a soft murmur from Noctis.
“Yeah Gladdy, don’t move it too much,” he silently teased.
You chuckled at your sleepy boyfriend’s antics and moved to pull Ignis from the portable stove.
“Iggy, sweetie, I’m more than capable of making a nice meal for us. You need to rest your hand.
“Dearest, I’m fi-!” he quickly let out a cry of pain and cradled his fractured wrist.
You looked over his shoulder and saw that he also burned his bad hand due to his poor reflexes at the moment.
“Oh, Iggy. Stop. I’ll finish it for you. You’re in no condition to cook,” You said, sitting him down in one of the chairs.
He let out a deep sigh and showed you his wrist, knowing you would be the one tending to it.
You held his wrist gingerly and undid the temporary splint you did earlier before arriving at the camp, digging into your first aid kit for some proper materials for a splint.
“I already popped it into place, so it won’t hurt too much this time. You should stretch it when the bones set further,” You explained, wrapping the gauze around the splint.
He let out a hum in response and sighed when you finished wrapping it up.
“Get some rest. You’ll feel better when you get up,” You told him, leading him to the tent.
You sighed, following Ignis into the tent and sitting amongst your boys, resting Prompto’s and Gladio’s heads on your lap, stroking Prompto’s hair and twirling Gladio’s between your fingers.
These boys were all a mess, but you would never stop loving them, and they you.
MY DUDE. I’ve been working on this for ages and I just finished it like–i love it. School’s been kicking my butt, but I managed to get this done! It turned into more than headcanons buuuut… it’s great
Mermaid!Bros Meeting Their Soulmates!
Noctis
It was a cold ass day when you met him. The sky was overcast with a sharp chill that rattled your bones and you were perched on the edge of a pier
You didn’t know why you were out there, but something told you that you had to be there
You were staring out over the water when the weird pull that brought you there started tugging at your stomach
It was then that you saw it
The flash of color in the waves: a deep blue sprouting from the water before it disappeared once again
Then the tug
It was a tug so strong that you were launching to your feet, leaning over to get a better look
Then you fell in
The water was freezing as it enveloped you, the chill clinging to your skin as pinprick needles seemed to stab into you
You couldn’t move
It was so cold; too cold
You were falling down and down and down and–you couldn’t breath
Your lungs were burning and your skin was freezing and you clothes were clinging and you just kept sinking
Then, you stopped
Something warm was touching you, wrapping around you as you were propelled to the surface
The second you felt the cold air against your face, you were gasping. Fresh air flowed into your lungs, but you couldn’t let go of the warmth
You were clinging to it, pressing your face into it and letting it carry you as you tried to catch your breath
“You okay?”
His voice was lazy as it reached your ears, the sound causing your heart to stutter as you looked up and saw his face
And it was fucking beautiful. His eyes fell on your own and it was as if time stopped
You sat in his arms, moving with the waves as you clung to his warmth and stared with wide eyes. He stared back, his lips parted in a soft O and his blue-grey eyes just as wide as yours
You blinked and the spell was broken, although the tug in your gut was noticeably gone, replaced by a soft longing in your heart
You looked down, expecting to see a pair of human legs. There were none. Instead, a long, sleek tail was gently waving in the water, keeping you two afloat
You gasped again, startled as you were clinging to him even more
“Oh, yeah. Don’t mind that.” He said. You felt his shoulders move as he shrugged, but it was near impossible to take your eyes off of his scaled tail
Only when a violent shiver racked through your body did you look back at him, seeing his face so much closer to yours
He looked at you, staring at your nose and your eyes and taking it all in
“You know,” He began, his voice somehow heard over the crashing waves, “When my dad told me all merfolk have soulmates, I didn’t think mine would be human,” He was smiling, a sense of humor laced into his tone. “But we can talk about it later.”
He was already swimming towards the shore, only stopping when the water was too low for him to swim
You didn’t want to let go, and neither did he. You both sat in the wet sand, his warm arms wrapped around you like a blanket
“Your highness!” The voice was sharp, demanding
He looked up for a milisecond, eyes wide before glancing back at you. “Come back tomorrow,” His words were fast and he was already letting go, but you still clung to his wet skin, refusing to move.
“Promise you’ll be back?” Your voice was so soft that he was surprised he could hear it
Rather than say yes, his head dipped down. His lips were resting against yours’, still warm against your cold skin. It ended to soon.
“A mermaid’s kiss is a promise–and that goes for mermen too,” he smiled at you, leaning forward and gracing your forehead with another kiss before he disappeared beneath the waves and left you stunned and surprised
You didn’t know his name, and you didn’t know how true his words were, but you would still be back tomorrow
You didn’t think your heart would be able to survive otherwise
Prompto
The sun was bright, the sand was warm, and you were happily getting sunburned on the beach
You had grown up in that town on the ocean, happily soaking up the mildly salty sea air as time went on
You grew up listening to weird tales of half fish people who stole things left near the ocean and replaced them with the ocean’s bounty
Of course, when you were younger, you decided to test this theory
Spoiler alert: it was true
You left all sorts of things on the pier: old toys you didn’t want, funny looking rocks, costume jewelry, bottles, plastic food that came in those giant packages at the store…
And when you came back the next day, they would always be gone. There was always something in its place
Sometimes there would be a shell or a piece of coral, other times there were sparkling pieces of ocean glass or strangely shaped driftwood. One time, there had been a dead fish, but you only screamed and kicked it back in the water (it had been a rough day and you didn’t get any more fish afterwards)
You had long since stopped leaving things on the pier or receiving things from the ocean, but today was a bit different
You hadn’t meant to leave you favorite necklace in the sand, but it had happened. When you realized it, the sun was steadily lowering in the distance but you promised yourself you’d be quick and could only hope for it to be resting where you had been
You froze when you saw someone in the sand, peering at a chain in their hand
You had never seen him before and couldn’t place the messy blonde hair or the freckled skin, and as your gaze lowered, you gasped
He had no legs. In fact, instead, he had a giant fish tail
It was glimmering in the sunset, with long, flowing fins that seemed to burn the brightest golds and splayed out onto the sand like a flowing skirt
You must have been staring too long
He looked up, his eyes meeting yours
Honestly, you think that was when you were smitten: the second you looked into his cornflower blue eyes
Your feet were bringing you to him, slowly and quietly. You hadn’t even noticed
He looked so scared, his eyes big and fearful, he was inching back towards the waves, your necklace dangling in his hand
He had reached the water, and with a splash, he was gone
“Hey–wait!” Your call was useless, he was gone in a flash with nothing but a seaspray and flash of gold left behind
You came back the next day. And the next. And the next. You kept coming back, wanting to meet the strange man with the fish tail and to get your necklace back. At least, that’s what you told yourself
You couldn’t deny the burning curiosity in your stomach or the longing in your heart
An entire month passed before you saw him again. That day, you decided you weren’t leaving the dock until you saw his freckled face again. In fact, you brought something else to trade, a small earring that you had long since lost the other half to
He didn’t show up all day, just like the days before, but you weren’t about to leave. However, you did fall asleep
That night, as you laid on the dock underneath the moon, there was a loud splash on the dock that had you stirring in your sleep
Outside of your dreams, the same merman from earlier was perched on the dock, soaking wet
He was surprised to see you there, fast asleep with a soft snore escaping your mouth
Slowly, he reached towards the hand curled near your face, something small in hand. He let it fall into your palm, completing the trade, and turned to leave
He stopped, however, his eyes catching sight of the sparkling piece in your other hand
Sparkling things were always his downfall, and he wasn’t about to deny what he could only conclude was a gift for him, but he also had nothing else to trade
Still, he reached forward, his deft fingers gently lifting the small treasure from your hand
He smiled as he examined it, lost in its sparkle and lost in the memories of the costume jewelry that you had often left when you both were nothing more than children.
He had to admit that he also had some feelings for you then and often waited for you to return and find the offerings he had left
Only when he saw you on that beach and when you saw him did things click and he realized why he was so attached to you: one, simple human
He smiled, his hand reaching forward to gently touch your face
His hand was so cold against your dry cheek, and you woke up, jumping up and startling the poor merman
“Oh my god.” You were the first one to speak, your eyes big and your voice quiet
He looked like a cow caught in headlights. His eyes kept flickering to the water, his muscles tensing. He moved to jump.
“Wait! Please!”
He paused at your voice, his heart aching as you begged. He turned, looking at you curiously
Your eyes flickered to something around his neck, catching sight of the silver chain and the familiar pendant. “Wait–is that my necklace?”
He glanced away, looking rather sheepish. “Yeah–well–uh, we traded?” His voice was higher, so much normal sounding than what you thought. If it wasn’t for the fish tail, you would’ve thought he was a normal human
“Traded–?” You paused, feeling a light weight in your hand. Looking down, you opened your clenched fist to see a small, glittering pearl resting in your palm. Nostalgia clawed at your heart, reminding you of the small gifts you had found on the dock as a child. You smiled.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah… reminded me of you.”
You looked up, stunned at the compliment. Even under the moonlight, you could see his blush.
“I always thought that, even when we were kids.” He admitted, his face growing redder.
It was that statement that made you realize–he was the one who left those presents on the pier. Your smile only grew and you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his wet figure as he let out a surprised “Whoa!”
You pulled away, blushing as much as him despite your now wet clothes. “I always did wonder who left those presents.”
His smile was shy as he looked at you, only for a loud splash nearby to direct his attention elsewhere. “Ah damn,” He sighed, “I gotta go.” He looked at you, his eyes filled with questions. “Listen,” He leaned forward, “I’ll come back tomorrow night, okay? Same time.” There was a nervous edge to his smile as you nodded.
He paused, glancing around before making his decision. He shot forward, and it took a moment of surprise for you to realize the warmth on your lips was from his. He pulled away after a moment, blushing even more than earlier as he leaned towards the edge of the pier
“What was that for?” You were blushing just as much as him, your voice slightly breathless
He paused, perching on the edge of the dock with a slight smile as he held up your earring in his hand. “I don’t have anything with me except–well, except my feelings.”
This time, it was you who shot forward and left a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away with a devilish edge to your smile, “Guess now you owe me another present.”
He laughed. It was wonderful, filling the night and leaving you with the distinct ache to hear it again. “I guess I do, huh?” He grinned, before glancing back at the water. “But it’ll have to wait.”
He slid off the dock, leaving a splash of water and a flash of the same bright gold behind. You promised yourself you’d be back the next night, after all, you think he might have stolen your heart alongside that earring
Me whenevr people say Prompto’s older self’s body doesn’t cha–
Boi have you seen his bi c e p s?? I mean yeah he got them guns but boy are they thicker within 10 YEARS.
And his body is less lanky and much more hunky?? Like o o f his shoulders are just wider?? And yooo his jaw and neck!! They’re thick too! I dare you compare with younger Prompto I dare you!
And awwwwww the lil wrinkles underneath his eyes! Sure his eyes are always hooded but there’s something about older Prompto. His eyes kinda… lost its shine? Its dull… And its saddening yet its beautiful cause yoooo our sunshine boy grew up so much!!
Have I mentioned he thick boi with legit muscles now?? No? Okey I reminded you again :“)
Reblogs are much appreciated, especially since this post has a link, Tumblr won’t want to show it in the tags! Share with your FFXV loving friends to get these boys in front of lots of eyes, thank u. 👀
She’s heard of the entity “Sombra” responsible for global hacking sprees but she really didn’t know it was actually one woman. The fact that McCree has grown close to someone who frequently skirts the veil of morally right and wrong choices, isn’t really that surprising to Mercy. But the fact that he’d grown close enough to have a child with the hacker…that was something else.
She might chastise McCree for being careless and she’s in no rush to meet or befriend Rose’s mother, but she bears no ill-will toward the girl. Rose is a well-mannered, polite, healthy, and overall happy girl. McCree insists that both he and Sombra are involved in raising Rose, so at the very least, Mercy can respect that Sombra is being a responsible mother.
Heh, the asymmetry of it all really bothers Symmetra. She wants nothing more than to either lift up the other half of his top so he’ll be entirely covered…and then she has to look at his tattoo. It’s beautiful and ornate but also leaves her wondering if the other arm is just as marked. She highly doubts it – yet another thing that keeps her up at night.
Mei is more bashful the first time. She gets used to it, but she can’t deny that Hanzo is a fine specimen of a man. Hanzo doesn’t seem disturbed at all about having his chest exposed as such. She begins to wonder if perhaps it has something to do with archery or just simply wanting his tattoo on display. Either way, she doesn’t complain – she just enjoys the view, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Moira: I have this science headcanon-
Mercy: Why can’t you just say “hypothesis” like a normal person?
Moira: … so my science headcanon is-
When Regis finds a dead Octomer, he doesn’t expect to also find her unharmed child. He especially doesn’t expect his son to take a liking to the ocean creature… or for them to end up keeping him.
Living with an Octomer is… interesting.
HELLO FRIENDS. WELCOME TO MY THING. HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE WONDERFUL @mintfoxmimi AND HER BEAUTIFUL OCTOMER AU. Because I 100% could not resist.
I haven’t been working on this for a whole year, what are you talking about?
Thank you. This has been a public service announcement, by me.
Tags: Octomer AU , mild depiction of autism , very mild , Family Feels , it’s just self-indulgent fluff guys , no beta we die like men , Sibling Love , Brotherhood , Chocobros as kids
THIS IS ONEＷＨＯＬＥＳＯＭＥ FIC I EVER READ– so…pure……so….good….. lies on the ground staring at the sky thinking about this I luv this octo iggy…also Regis is 999% dad mode, perfect!!!!!!
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