Some more Prompto love!This time with a sprinkle of Final Fantasy IX. Commission for @artofjax based on her design of Prompto in a Vivi inspired outfit!
Even though FFXV was far from my favorite in the series, admittedly I felt a bit disappointed that Episode Luna and Aranea were cancelled. I feel like Luna has so much potential as a character, but I never got to see her bloom in the game. So here’s a quick Luna fanart.
Here’s hoping that FFXVI/FFVII Remake will do better.
In any other situation, Gladio would knock out anyone who dared make his partner uncomfortable, especially over her body. Ignis and Noctis were the kings of nasty looks and Prompto, surprisingly, was the best shit talker in the group when it came to someone picking on his girlfriend.
This time was a little different.
The points, whispers, and damning giggles were coming from three girls sitting at a table who couldn’t have been older than sixteen.
The five of you were in line to get ice cream, your beach date just about over but no one was quite ready to leave. The beach wasn’t too busy around Prompto’s birthday and you hoped in vain the beach would be empty. You had been a little nervous about the outing, especially in the two piece your boyfriends had picked out. It was cute, and with four handsome men treating you like a queen, any other passing giggle or whisper had gone over your head – until now. You weren’t sure why the teenage girls were bothering you so much but all four of your boyfriends could see it plainly on your face.
You didn’t want to say anything in fear of ruining the date, and the only other place to sit and enjoy the ice cream was at one of tables beside the girls who were currently getting a good laugh at your body. You were trying to think of a way to politely ask to eat somewhere else when Noctis’s hand fell to the small of your back. He wasn’t one for PDA so it was quite the shock. When Prompto stepped to your other side and added his hand over Noct’s, your face was red for a different reason.
“A certain flavor, love?” Ignis asked, his own hand coming to brush a hair from your face and graze your temple.
“Uh – just the usual, I guess,” you smiled, not used to the public displays of pet names either.
“Oh, yum,” Prompto purred, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek. “That tastes so good off your lips.”
“Other places, too,” Noctis added, pressing a kiss to your opposite cheek.
Before you could process what was happening, Gladio was lifting you in his strong arms and pressing a hot kiss to your mouth, smiling when he pulled away.
“Can’t believe they’re hogging you,” Gladio teased, a hand coming to pinch one of your barely covered ass cheeks. “Like it was their names you were screaming last night.”
“Hey!” Prompto cried defensively. “The term “baby” and “Oh, Gods” refers to all of us – Right?”
Prompto, who was now holding hands with Noctis, turned to his boyfriend, who kissed his mouth instead of answering.
The girls at the table were completely forgotten in your flustered embarrassment, but your boyfriends glanced over to ensure their point was proven. None of them were able to make eye contact as the teens were red faced and quiet, and very interested in their cell phones.
By the time you were done eating your ice cream and began posing for pictures with Prompto, the girls were long forgotten.
Omg this is really cute; it’s very much a request suited for humor and such but I decided to go with a more fluffy approach to it! Thanks so much for the cute lil late happy birthday note and the request and I hope you like this!!! ❤
Noctis
It was Noctis’ idea to cuddle on the couch together and watch a random movie. You knew it was his way of showing affection when he didn’t want to be bold about it, so of course, you agreed.
“You better not fall asleep, Y/N.” He warned, his blue eyes teasing. You were always falling asleep whenever he showed you these movies, although you told him on more than one occasion that maybe he should just choose better films.
This time, however, you were quick to promise him that you’d lay awake, even though you could already feel your eyelids heavy with fatigue. With Noctis’ arm warm and snug around you and your head propped on his shoulder, you were sleepy and comfortable.
“Y/N, you better not be falling asleep,” Noctis warned. You could still hear the teasing edge despite his low voice.
Now that he said it again, you knew you had no other choice but to take a nap. Yawning, you wasted no time in shifting forward and tossing your head on his lap, shifting a little to get comfortable. You heard the surprised grunt from Noctis but didn’t even raise your head, merely closing your eyes.
“Babe? Wha-” His voice was both incredulous and amused at once; your absolute absurdity was always amusing to him.
“Shush. You’re my bed now.” You managed through a yawn, already drifting to sleep.
A chuckle escaped his lips, and you were faintly aware of his warm hand gently stroking your hair. He was smiling down at you, nothing but love and adoration in his gaze.
“Gods, why are you so damn cute?” He mumbled, one thumb stroking your cheek.
“Just got lucky, I s’pose.” You managed, your sleepy mumbles even cuter than last time. Noctis couldn’t help but chuckle again, his heart swelling at the sight of you drifting off to sleep in his lap.
These were the moments that Noctis loved–those moments when you two were both locked in your own little world together, not having to worry about anything but each other.
Prompto
It had been a long day; you were tired, fussy, and wanted nothing more than your boyfriend’s company and a quiet evening. Luckily for you, Prompto was already home when you got back. He was lounging on your couch with one leg crossed over the other as he shifted through the day’s photos. You could hear his occasional mumbles, saying things like “Good lighting…” or “Ew, not that one…” and occasionally, “Wow, Y/N’s gonna love this one!”
His tongue was sticking out a little bit, his brows furrowed and gaze locked in a focused glare as he gazed at his camera. He didn’t notice you until you were only a few feet away, and when he did, his face lit up and his camera was discarded to the couch’s side table within seconds.
“Babe! How was your day?” His voice was so bright and welcoming that you simply wanted to fall into his open arms and cry.
Rather than answer, you tossed yourself right onto Prompto, nuzzling your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around him with a sleepy pout. Prompto’s arms immediately wrapped around you, a reflex he had developed whenever you were close.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, concern crossing his features.
“No.” You answered, voice muffled. “I’m tired…” You sighed, breathing in his comforting scent. You raised your tired eyes, looking at him sleepily. “Can you be my bed, Prom?”
His freckled face was slightly surprised and flushed from a blush, but the longer he looked at your sleepy features, the more he seemed to melt from how cute you were. “Of course,” He smiled, his tone soft, “But only if I can be yours!” He grinned, reaching forward and pulling you further up.
A shriek of laughter escaped you as he tugged you even closer, both his arms and legs practically wrapping around you as he laughed, his cornflower blue eyes bright and his smile warm. He muffled your laughter with a well-placed kiss and held you even closer.
Once your laughter had died down and you relaxed once again, he began to hum, his warm voice lulling you to sleep in minutes. Prompto’s humming died down not long after you fell asleep, and with your warmth and slow breathing, he, too, was asleep.
Gladio
Gladio had a habit of taking up the entire bed whenever he read in it. It usually didn’t bug you, in fact, you usually loved it. However, today was different. You were tired, coming down with a cold, and had a long day at work. All you wanted was to sleep, and with your massively muscular boyfriend taking up the entire bed, it was either showing your displeasure or sleeping on the couch and the couch was definitely out of the picture.
You made sure Gladio knew you were coming. You stomped your way to the bedroom, loudly threw your bag on the dresser, and paid no mind to the amused glance you earned from him.
Sighing, you paused next to the bed, taking in Gladio’s relaxed posture and thick book before you promptly threw yourself right on top of him, earning a loud “Oof!”
You kind of regretted it; he wasn’t a very soft person. Still, you had to go with your actions. You shifted and threw yourself around on him, listening to his uncomfortable grunts with satisfaction before finally settling in a fairly comfortable position. Your head was resting on his chest, your arms cushioning it easily with your legs intermingled with his own.
“Uh, babe?” Gladio’s deep voice was confused. “What are you doing?”
You managed a sleepy, disgruntled glance at him, “It seems my bed is taken. So now, you’re my damn bed, Gladio.”
You put your head back down, your entire body shaking as you felt his muffled laughter. He was chuckling as he replied, “Long day, babe?” He asked, voice still shaking in amusement.
“You have no idea.”
He chuckled again, one hand absentmindedly running through your hair. You were almost mad at how soothing the action was. “Want me to read to you?” He asked, a knowing look in his eyes.
You tried not to look at him as you nodded wordlessly. He always knew what to do to make you feel better.
“Alright,” You felt his chest move as he ducked down to place a small kiss on your head before clearing his throat, “‘In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole…’”
You were asleep within minutes.
Ignis
You were sitting next to Ignis at the kitchen table. It was long past midnight; he was up going over last-minute documents for work. You had no real reason to be sitting next to him so late, but you weren’t very fond of letting him stay up so late alone.
It was only after your fiftieth yawn that Ignis spoke up. “Darling, go to bed,” his eyes were soft despite the firm tone in his voice.
You yawned again, barely covering your mouth as you tried to speak. “No-I-I’m fine!” You waved him off, leaning forward to rest your head on your hand.
He sighed, placing the papers down and crossing his arms. “I’ll not have you being sleep deprived on my watch.”
You frowned, “I’m not going to bed. You know I worry when you’re up so late doing all this alone…”
“I’ll be fine, dear. Remember, I managed all those years without you,” He pointed out, giving you a small smile.
Your frown grew, “Maybe, but I don’t want you to be alone with this for any longer.” You were firm as you spoke, sitting up and crossing your arms.
His gaze softened even more and he couldn’t help but see the same kindness that drew him to you in the first place. “Darling, I’m fine. Go to bed. Please.” Seeing you so tired because of him hurt a little, and at this point, he could only beg for you to go to sleep.
You paused before relenting. “…Fine.” You began to leave the kitchen, only to pause at the doorway as a sudden idea popped in your head. Turning on your heel, you walked right back to Ignis, immediately draping yourself all over him.
“Oof–dear, what on Earth–”
“You told me to go to bed and I’m going to bed. You’re my new bed from now on.”
“Y/N, this is absolutely childish–”
“I don’t care.”
“Darling–” He cut himself off with a sigh, “Alright, fine.” He immediately stood up, catching you off guard and throwing your balance off. Rather than let you fall, Ignis caught you, lifting you up in his arms with ease. “Off to bed, then.”
“Wha–Ignis! Put me down!”
“No. It seems I can’t trust you to go to bed alone, so we’ll just have to do it together.” His voice was rather calm as he spoke, but from your little perch in his arms, you saw the amusement on his face. He knew he had lost, but at least he was a good sport about it.
You couldn’t help but smile, knowing you’ve won. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let a smug little smile drift across your lips as you rested your head on his chest. “That’s all I wanted.”
@mandakatt Finished the Fulgurian set!!! Ahahah I’m almost done with the school semester so better prepare yourself to be bombarded with all the MH art!!! XD
Also beard palico is now a wise old cat! XD Ask him any questions and he shall paw at your face.
[Stormbearer Robe]
– “Show your foes who is the real thunderlord!!! Armor has additional damage to weapons with lightning element.”
Artwork by me
Do NOT Repost
Can I just say, I’m in love with this design?!
Like, ok, the Palico with the beard is a bonus, but I would love to actually rock this outfit in EITHER game. *flails!* GIMME!
Funky theory that has very likely already been made:
The four daughters not only inherited their mothers magic, but also their fathers curse, meaning that when they died, their magic imbued souls would seek new vessels eternally, creating the cycle of the four maidens.
A/N: I’m not sure where the inspiration for this one came from, but it seems that Gladio wished to give you a moment of comfort and to let you relax after a long day.
Characters: Gladio x Reader Warnings: None Wordcount: 556
There were certain moments in your day that you absolutely lived for. And this was one of them.
It’d been one of those long days, where things were frustrating and nothing was going exactly according to plan, and even though you couldn’t identify it as a bad day, it had been frustrating. You were so very glad to be home, wrapped up in your favorite blanket as you sat on the couch, watching something on one of your streaming services that you hadn’t had the chance to sit down and watch. And next to you was your most favorite person in the world.
Gladio was sitting in the corner of the couch, leaning against the arm rest. In one hand he held his book, the other rested on the back of the couch near your shoulder, his fingers just petting lightly against you now and then.
You couldn’t help but glance over and watch him a moment as a smile turned your lips upwards. This was the way you would spend these semi-rough days, just in quiet company, and no matter how into his book he got, he always had to touch you, as if he had to be sure you were there next to him.
Your smile grew as the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight smile as he paused, lifting his eyes from his book to meet yours. With a hum he moved his hand to card his fingers gently through your hair before letting his arm rest against the back of the couch.
Turning your eyes back to your show you wrapped your blanket about you just a bit more tightly, giggling softly to yourself as you were now in blanket burrito mode. A hum passed your lips as you slowly let yourself sink down and let your head rest gently against his thigh. Your eyes fluttered a bit at the soft, rich chuckle he gave off before his fingers once more found their way into your hair, petting slowly.
A content hum passed your lips as you nuzzled against him as your tried to pay attention to the TV once more.
“Mmn, you keep that up and I’m sure I’ll fall asleep.” you mumbled softly.
“Maybe,” he began softly, a soft chuckle accompanying his words. “That’s the entire idea.” he continued to gently pet his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, only pausing when he needed to turn the page of his book.
Your eyes fluttered again and you yawned widely, bringing the blanket up higher to cover your mouth, then let a long sigh pass your lips as your eyes finally slipped closed. You told yourself you’d only sleep for five minutes, cause you really wanted to watch this show…
Gladio chuckled down at you as he felt you finally relax, your breathing growing slow and even. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple to which you nuzzled more into his thigh, mumbling softly in your sleep.
“Shhh, I’m here babe,” he whispered to you as he resumed petting fingers through your hair. “I won’t let anything happen to you, just rest.”
He couldn’t stop the affectionate smile that lit up his face as he heard you mumble a soft ‘love you’.
“And I love you too Babe, probably more than you know…“
Prompto: Gladio, are you crazy? No, I don’t want to watch a living animal die and then consume its flesh.
Gladio: How is this different than eating a turkey that’s been killed in a factory?
Prompto: Because I don’t have to see that. It’s called living in denial, you moron.
i came up with this au about a week ago and then i saw @niansue drew art for it as well and i decided i would try my hand at it. you can read my tweets about the au here: 1, 2, 3. prompto’s definitely going to marry the cat prince so neither ignis or gladio knows why he ended up at the bureau, since they don’t really need to help with his “problem” lol but all’s well that will end well.
A story that came out in my mind while I was folding laundry at 5:30am 😂 (I try to make this gender neutral as possible)
But imagine one day. You were just about awake, feeling groggy and your senses were telling you all sorts of wrong. That something was off and you need to get up and investigate now. So you did. The first thing you noticed was that it was incredibly bright. Like the sun just fucking hit you in the eyes and when you looked around. You noticed that it was a fairly huge tent. A magazine could be found laying around next to a messy pile of cards. There was also a map sitting around which you assume is the map of the “world”– you were incredibly groggy that it took you 5 seconds to realize that you were supposed to be in your room, in your bed, air conditioner blasting, curtains closed–
You looked down to see that you were clad in a black t-shirt, a pair of worn out black boxers and your body feels wrong too. Your hands are off, the energy rippling inside was definitely an alien sensation to you– so in a fit of panick, you whimpered and got out, shaking and wishing this is definitely a dream.
Except that it isn’t.
As you stumbled outside of the tent, a sinking feeling went down your stomach as you saw awfully familiar people and someone was talking to you– asking breakfast and although it was afternoon you needed lunch Noctis–
Noctis
You were called Noctis.
And you just had to slap yourself in front of everyone or pinched yourself, whatever to wake you up. You ended up laughing and asking if this was all just one elaborate vivid lucid dream.
Prompto looked downright concerned, hands frozen on his camera. He asked you if you were alright (buddy are you okey? Did you have a nightmare again?). Gladio looked up from whatever he was doing– oh. Oh okey he was checking on their supplies and you were quickly engulfed with fear, anxiety, panic. (He looked so so real…!)
All hell break lose from there as you realized you are Prince Noctis, the magic that was running through your vein was very much real and it was awful. It was already tiring you out in the afernoon and you should feel giddy that you were in a game you were recently obsessed with.
But reality sunk in so fast and you were wondering how were you going to get home. Your heart raced and you just collasped, having a hard time to breathe. Gladio, Prompto and Ignis were hovering over you in one second flat, obviously worried for their prince.
Their king you meant. You realized you took their king’s position.
The chocobros did their best to calm you, Gladio was pretty straightforward and he asked what the hell happened and asked if you needed space.
A calming hum washed over you and it was like saying, “you’re fine, you’re okey. Don’t worry.” The voice belonged to non-other than Noctis himself. Stuck inside his own mind and with you as the one controlling.
You blacked out from there. (Noctis is there just in spectral form. He was pissy you took over his body but seeing you too have no idea wot in the flying fock happened. He couldn’t blame you. The boys can see him but that was after you passed out.)
And things went south from there and a new ot5 is slowly approaching.
In this the bros will slowly go from being wary of you to treating you like a needed comrade, to a friend, close partners and will slowly undeniably fall in love with you as the way you are. (They get annoyed if you have playfully ship them even to the point of daring kisses on the cheeks! But this made the bros realize how deep their connections with each other is. The boys went poly!)
If you have self esteem issue, Prompto and Noctis will beat you the punch and say. “Who cares about how you look? You’re great the way you are!” (Hidden pointed look towards Prom and how you wish to prot e c c)
When you have your head in your ass Gladio will smack you the fuck up and be stern (like a strict bro) but in return he would also give you a lending hand and would joke around and slowly will become protective of you “In a way, you are a civilian. So let me play hero for you.”
Ignis sweet Ignis. He was a silent companion. Constantly there when you are down. Have a sit and he will listen to any problems you have in mind. If things got so bad he will lay your head on his lap and stroke your hair, “Noctis used to be like this when he was just a wee child… It helps… Know that you are not alone.”
They love you the way you are… So that was why when YOU were the one who the crystal wants to be sacrificed to bring the dawn.
His shirt always comes off. If he’s wearing a jacket or suspenders, those will stay on. But his shirt? Nope. Goodbye. His titties are out
He’s also a rambler. You have no idea what he’s talking about, but he’s confident about it
Also he usually just… goes home. He doesn’t tell anybody he’s leaving, they just find out when they’re leaving and they can’t find him
If anyone is unfortunate enough to be at his house when he’s drunk, he’ll make them food they don’t want. Do you want a lasagna? No? Too bad, Ignis is making you lasagna
Gladio
Really, the only way you can tell he’s drunk is because his face turns cherry red. He’s not a rowdy drunk, and it takes a lot to get him drunk in general
He gets a little giggly. He makes a ton of stupid jokes
He wants to go home, but he has to look after the other boys. They don’t handle their alcohol nearly as well as him
Prompto
Crying on the floor, probably surrounded by a group of drunk girls offering support. Sometimes he’s crying because he’s happy, and other times because he saw a bottle on the floor and it looked sad
Prompto only had about two drinks, and they didn’t have a high alcohol content. How is he drunk?
“I have a gift for you,” he says, and he immediately pulls out a leaf and offers it to whoever he’s speaking to
He runs home with his shoes in his hands. Like, actually runs
Noctis
Asleep. He seems fine, but then you look back to him and he’s passed out and drooling. It’s like his body shuts down before he can actually embarrass himself
But before he passes out, he’s hunched over in the corner eating. Nobody knows where he got the food or when, but he seems content
Sometimes he collects stray clothes that he’s found?? He’s a weird little guy
You know what makes ffxv so painfully good and memorable for me?
Despite a lot of people complaining about the game’s clustered plot. What makes FFXV so memorable and heart wrenching was we get to see the main characters grow.
We get to see them from such a young age, specially Noctis (brotherhood, platinum demo and king’s tale) facing trauma, trying to live his life as a normal kid, as normal as it can be and growing older to teen and young adult then full fledge adult, accepting his fate and responsibilty as king.
I get to see Prompto struggle with his self image, identity anxiety and growing and trying to motivate himself to be a better someone a better him and growing confident as he grow old, forsaking the need to cover his code.
I get to watch Ignis from being frigid cold, being weighed down by responsibilities as the future advisor so he was strict to becoming a person of personality and becoming the morher hen of the group.
I get to see Gladio having a tough demeanor on him and even hating how bratty Noctis was when he was a child. Seeing how Noctis was actually just like any other kid after Noctis and Iris spend time together he grew softer, emotional and become the big protective brother that we all know. Not just to Iris. But to everyone as well.
That was why it was heart wrenching. I agree they should focus on the side characters more too but yes. It tore us apart because they had so much time together, growing up as unique individuals that somehow ties the brotherhood bond together. To see Chapter 14 happened honestly broke me that I was gasping and choking on my own tears (no exaggeration) when I finished the game.
Not even FFX can make me bawl like this.
To be given happy times at Chapter 1 til 9 and to have that taken away from the characters at 10 til 14
It was horrible. I had to pause the game halfway through because just imagining yourself in that kind of situation just hurts so bad (I’m the kind to actually vividly envision stuff like this). I was a sobbing mess, that was how much the game played with my emotions. A whole lot.
I love FF7, I love FF 4, 8, 9, 10, 12–
But 15 will always have a special place in my heart.
Elitists might laugh at the concept “A fantasy based on reality.” Because it doesn’t in one bit represent our real world– but you know what’s my take on this?
The bond.
The bond is definitely a fantasy based on reality. Because the bonds created in there are very much real. Look at the english cast for example. The bonds they created is very much real.
It’s not about “friendship is power” trope anymore.
It’s about how true friends are always there for you through bright and bleak situations. They may not give you a burst of rainbow powers and make you go ultimate. No. But they do give you the strength to move forward when you think you can’t do it. Lend you a shoulder when you were having a hard time. Laugh with you as you tell lame jokes and are able to tolerate your flaws.
I’m also the artist behind the daki cover available in the Genji Tier – there are only a few of those top-tier preorder slots left, so get them while you can!
Noctis: “In the beginning, there was nothing. But don’t worry, it was all good. Because we were nonexistent depressed sons of bitches.”
“Then, some really uncomfortable existing started and it was really not good and we weren’t coping as well as previously thought. “
“And it was then that it all went to shit. “
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Noctis: “A good relationship is built on compromise and understanding….and also strippers.”
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Noctis: “Yeah yeah yeah, look. I know you want to lecture me for an hour at minimum. But can you let me grab something to ignore you with before you start? “
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Noctis: “I have a closet full of cats because I’m insecure and Prompto doesn’t live with me yet.”
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Noctis: “You can die from rain?”
Ignis: “Sometimes.”
Noctis: “Since when?”
Ignis: “Since forever Noctis. Everything must die.”
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Gladio: “I should’ve never brought you two here. You guys attract some weird shit.”
Noctis “Considering I’m friends with you. That explains much.”
Gladio: “Hey!”
(Hope this helps!)
Gladio: You don’t have locks on your windows?
Prompto: Way to blame the victim. Sorry I’m not rich like you, Mr. 1%.
Gladio: They cost 8 gil. You have a professional camera.
Reuben was an easy baby, to put it simply. He didn’t fuss a lot and wasn’t difficult to handle. Of course, he kept Ashe up all night as an infant, which is where B.O.B. came in for some relief. Mostly, he gnawed on his mother’s or B.O.B.’s fingers with his pink gums. As a toddler, he’s content to play by himself and his little green toy soldiers. Other times, he just wants to sit in Ashe’s lap as she maps out their next heist. However, the only place he likes to fall asleep is on Ashe’s chest, so she’ll hold him until he’s out like a light then lay him down.
Ashe’s first thought, especially after giving birth, is ‘what did I get myself into’. Initially taking care of Reuben is frustrating but Ashe figures it out soon enough, especially with B.O.B.’s help. She adjusts to feeding him late at night and actually starts to accept that her son is a cute little thing, even though he will bite her boob every once in a while.
When he hits two years and onwards, he’s as easy as a Sunday morning. It’s almost strange how well Ashe takes to having a kid, but he does well to listen to his mother. There’s a part of her that can’t believe she hit the jackpot with Reuben, but she does well to take care of his needs and support him in all that he does.
It’s terribly difficult for Magdala to know when Reuben’s upset as he keeps things bottled up. However, if he tends to escape the crowd, she’ll follow him and ask if he doesn’t mind her staying. He never turns her away. She waits for some time, just to let the silence sink in before she asks what’s wrong. He’ll either stay quiet, or tell her. It changes from time to time, but she stays with him, helping make him feel better. It gives him a lot of comfort to know that Magdala doesn’t expect him to explain what’s going on right away.
Magdala gets frustrated with anything first. It’s easy to hear in her voice and see on her face. Usually, Reuben will lend his ear so she can get her troubles off of her chest. If it’s something more personal, like having a nightmare about Reaper coming after her, she’ll try to brush it off and make it seem like it’s not a big deal. Reuben doesn’t accept that, but won’t pressure her to talk. He simply wraps his arms around her, and asks if she wants to hear a whistling tune.
Good question: I’d like to say that I can’t envision Sombra really wanting to take care of an animal in canon, but I do think that she doesn’t mind the occasional stray cat that makes its way toward her – if it’s calm and rubs up against her leg, she’ll let it sniff her arm and then pet it if it allows her. Dogs are a bit too excitable for her.
McCree is the animal guy. He prefers dogs – he loves dogs with floppy ears so he can pet them and just watch their ears go ‘flop flop flop’. He has a lot of experience with dogs so he’d probably adopt one down the line, on the basis that he was the one responsible for taking care of it. Sombra would eventually warm up to it but she mostly leaves it to McCree.
But really, McCree would love a horse. He’s also the type of guy who does this kinda stuff:
I don’t think Sombra would ever leave her child to someone else, what with what she’s been through, and in the case that something happened to their child, I would think that McCree and Sombra would agree with someone he knew through Overwatch would be a better caretaker rather than an ex-friend/current Gang leader.
But for the sake of the ask, I’d say that Ashe would more than likely just take the baby in. She certainly wouldn’t be mom of the year or love the kid like she was their mom, but she wouldn’t just leave them there. BOB would more than likely do most of the care but Ashe would take over when it came to teaching the kid everything she knows. If they’re going to stick around, might as well make them Deadlock material. Just because she’s not willing to become a mother or not their real mother, doesn’t mean she can’t offer Deadlock as a family for them.
Fun fact: Reuben isn’t ticklish in the slightest. So, when he does get a McRasberry, he gives a very strange look to Magdala. After an awkward ‘this usually works’ explanation, he smiles before apologizing for not reacting as she’d like him to. Of course, Magdala tells him to not be ridiculous, but also keeps trying to surprise him with a McRaspberry. One day she’ll get a good reaction out of him. One day.
Reuben is adjusting a cowboy hat on Magdala’s head when he discovers the ‘Colomar’ sensitive ears trait. Magdala shivers when the length of his pinky finger brushes against her ear. For half a moment, she hopes that he didn’t noticed. As soon as he’s done fixing her hat, he kisses one ear, causing her to melt before furiously saying that it’s unfair for him to know that. He agrees, but nibbles gently on her other ear anyways.
Magdala: I wouldn’t blame you if it did. What’s left is scarred and ugly. It looks wrong. I hate taking off my prosthetic but sometimes my stump needs a break.
Reuben: Nothing about you looks wrong. You are everything right.
Magdala: …
Reuben: You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Stump and all.
Reuben and Magdala meet when she’s 18 and he’s 19. Reuben is immediately sweet on Magdala. It takes a little while for Magdala to feel the same, but they start out on really good terms. It’s not immediate, but they don’t do any pining or lingering stuff besides on Reuben’s end. Even then, it’s only for a short while.
From far and wide, many know of the kingdom’s riches. So much gold that it can’t be carried. Silver as bright as the moon and laden into jewelry. It’s the perfect score for bandits.
They will get the riches delivered right into their hands.
The princesses, Ana and Magdala, are traveling through carriage one day. Of course their escort is armed with many soldiers. However, through a thick part in the forest, they are ambushed by bandits from every side. One bandit rips off the carriage door. Ana and Magdala are afraid but they don’t show it. Preparing to face against whoever comes for them, they stay close.
The royal escort isn’t entirely down, but the chaos is overpowering. A bandit, who’s mask hides his face but not his red eyes, scoops up Magdala despite her best efforts, and places her on his horse. Ana screams her sister’s name as she tries to grab her back, but the bandit gallops away. Soon, the rest of the bandits follow.
They have a princess. Now all they have to do is wait for their ransom money.
She’s very opposed to the whole thing. She sees history repeating itself and knows exactly who’s child that is trying to get close to her son. It’s part possessiveness and part protectiveness. She doesn’t want any McCree blood getting near her kid like that.
Reuben has no idea how to even begin to talk about his feelings, but he’s not trying to hide it either. So, it’s more of Ashe taking the hint and reading in between the line.
Ashe: Reuben.
Reuben: Yes?
Ashe: Do you like one of those twins?
Reuben: …I do. Her name’s Magdala.
Ashe: Why on earth would you? You know where she comes from. She’s that fool’s daughter. She’ll never stay around for family. She’ll leave just like that.
Reuben: …
Ashe: I know that look on your face. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya when she drags your heart through the dirt. She ain’t good enough for you.
(based on that amazing artwork of Sombra I just reblogged. if anyone can find the artist credit for that piece, please do) – sweet h/c here, folks
Jesse wakes slowly, his awareness shifting around through closed eyelids as he realizes that something is off. He sits up and notices immediately that he is alone.
“Sombra?” He yawns, rubbing the corners of his eyes, looking towards the closed bathroom door. “it’s almost sunrise, you still up?” He shuffles on heavy feet towards the bathroom and opens the door. “Come on, come to bed.”
“I… can’t.” she says, panting, trying to speak through her clenched jaw. “I can’t. Sleep. Just. Go back to… to bed. I’ll be f-fine.”
The hair on Jesse’s arms and the back of his neck stands straight up. He takes a good look at her, blinking to clear his sleepy eyes in the darkness.
AHHHHHHH this is exactly what I was thinking of when I saw that picture! This is so perfect…the way he worries about her, the way she tries to keep it to herself, and the way he wants to take care of her…GAH! These two are too much for me. Thank you for blessing us with this!
Reuben is terribly unsure with anything emotional. It’s partly why they take some time to actually get together. However, he walks away from their first conversation already dedicated to Magdala. He has no idea how or why. All he knows is that he wants to listen to her voice and look into her eyes and watch the way her lips move. Not that he tells a soul this.
Magdala at first has no idea that Reuben is sweet on her, as his love language is very subtle. It starts with him showing her around Deadlock Gorge, just the two of them. Then, he’s helping her step onto the ruined tracks that never quite got rebuilt with a steady hand.
Sitting in silence, watching the sun set beyond the red dirt is, to Reuben, quality time spent well with Magdala. His time and services is all that he gives her, and she doesn’t notice until much later what it truly meant.
She will take off his hat and put it on her head so she can run her fingers through his white hair. It’s funny, as she thought white hair made people look old. On Reuben, he looks like the hero of a fantasy story that she hasn’t read yet. His red eyes are especially beautiful to her. She loves to kiss his eyelids.
Reuben gives her the nickname magnolia.
Magdala is the only person, aside from Ashe and B.O.B., who can touch his hat.
Ahhh, thank you doll! I actually haven’t given an official description so here it is:
Both Ana and Magdala mirror their mother’s facial features heavily. From face shape to hair color, they are their mother’s children. They stand at 5′4, with thick, dark brown hair.
Ana has Sombra’s dark, sharper eyes while Magdala has McCree’s more golden brown eyes. They both grow their hair out long but Ana shaves a side of her head and lets her dark hair fall against her shoulder. Magdala leaves her hair be but keeps the ends dyed an ombre blonde.
They tend to wear dark hoods and coats with silver zippers. Magdala has a scarf that is a black and white printed flannel and Ana has her hood on most of the time.
There is nothing but the gang for her. A constant lover, much less children, are not in her plans. She doesn’t care to think about such things anyways.
A passing gang comes through Deadlock Gorge. They know the rules. They don’t fight with each other. They spend one night there. She drinks with one member, a handsome man named Leroy Parker, until she decides he’s good enough to take to bed.
They leave the next morning. She never speaks to him again. They won’t ever see each other during their robberies and heists. Weeks pass with plans to make a big score. Nausea strikes Ashe one morning, and then another morning, and then another. She ends up with her face in the toilet before dawn even arrives. She’s muttering ‘oh shoot.’
B.O.B. endures her out loud thoughts as she curses herself and then that handsome man. She’s got a choice to make. Going through the pains of pregnancy, then taking care of a whiny kid is not something she wants, but, she starts to consider her family, and how Deadlock will need a leader when she kicks the bucket. Ain’t nobody going to do it better than her own flesh and blood.
She’s never been one to coo at a baby in a carriage, but she sure can make this one not feel alone. There will be no birthdays that she isn’t at, watching them grow up strong.
Deadlock never lays low or disappears for long periods of time. They’re still out robbing banks. They’re just missing their leader for a little while. No one thinks that Deadlock is waning or weak; Ashe makes sure of that.
Reuben Chester Ashe is born out in the red rock desert to only his mother and B.O.B. She raises her son, and keeps Deadlock going just as they’ve always done. Reuben knows the rules and he always listens to his mama. B.O.B. catches a worn out baseball with him as Ashe teaches her little man to shoot a gun.
He’s got her looks. At the age of 17, he has a side part in his cleanly combed back, white hair and red eyes. Pale skin. He wears a black cowboy hat, a blue vest with the sleeves of his white button up shirt rolled up. There’s this resolve that works through his sturdy, deliberate silence. He seems aloof but is actually emotionally recluse. He’s calmly collected and dominate. A deep tone in his flat, low voice makes him sound certain and unquestionable. He tends to be matter-of-fact. Huge mama’s boy and obedient.
He’s deadly with his own rifle and carries a cigarette lighter for any sticks of dynamites that need to be lit.
The gang is his family. He does what needs to be done and whistles a nice tune while doing so. One day, Deadlock will be his to run. In the meantime, Ashe prepares him with all the tools he needs to succeed.
You gotta note the tags and warnings on fics. It saves a lot of unnecessary anxiety. AO3 is pretty good about those kind of things. But yeah, that’s pretty gross.
Just imagine Sombra, piece by piece, stealing all of McCree’s accessories and clothes until she’s just hidden underneath his hat and serape.
Imagine McCree kissing every single beauty mark on Sombra’s face because he wants to kiss the most beautiful parts of her.
Imagine Sombra touching McCree’s left arm when he takes off his prosthetic and murmuring about how handsome he is.
(based on that amazing artwork of Sombra I just reblogged. if anyone can find the artist credit for that piece, please do) – sweet h/c here, folks
Jesse wakes slowly, his awareness shifting around through closed eyelids as he realizes that something is off. He sits up and notices immediately that he is alone.
“Sombra?” He yawns, rubbing the corners of his eyes, looking towards the closed bathroom door. “it’s almost sunrise, you still up?” He shuffles on heavy feet towards the bathroom and opens the door. “Come on, come to bed.”
“I… can’t.” she says, panting, trying to speak through her clenched jaw. “I can’t. Sleep. Just. Go back to… to bed. I’ll be f-fine.”
The hair on Jesse’s arms and the back of his neck stands straight up. He takes a good look at her, blinking to clear his sleepy eyes in the darkness.
………….we knew this shit was an issue that staff has been ignoring for ages but it finally came to bite them in the ass
hey general psa that in the notes theres a bunch of really stupid misinformation bullshit (as i should have expected) abt how this is a fandom thing, about fanart/fanfiction, and i would just like to clarify for as many people as i can that this is not a fandom thing at all, it is an issue targeting IRL minors.
minors have been running “sex work” blogs, selling private snapchats, et cetera, using tumblr as their platforms. there are also adult rings of CP (photographs and videos of IRL minors) distributors on tumblr that have managed to slip by filters. this is the issue being looked into by law enforcement, this is the issue being pursued by tumblr, and it is the reason the purge is being done so hastily and messily (protection of minors being sexually trafficked is generally more important than avoiding Jane Doe #193′s doctor who blog being nuked by accident). reporting fandom blogs to tumblr for written content and fanart is only going to confuse the matter further and make it more likely that minors will be put at greater risk (if fake reports come in massive quantities and drown out the real reports or make alarm fatigue likely).
please don’t spread misinformation y’all!
US Child Pornographry Laws exist to protect real children, who are really being hurt and need real help.
Even if someone drawing Dora the Explorer porn is gross, no one needs to rescue Dora (she’s not real)
Don’t distract from the issue or divert resources from helping children and stopping the sexual abuse, exploitation and traffic of children.
Also if you’re a minor: don’t post/share nudes. That’s illegal
PSA: Again – please don’t panic if your blog gets deleted. [Long as you’re not posting the stuff above] then guess what, you should be safe.
As I mentioned before – if you message @staff with the link provided if you do get deleted, you CAN restore your blog.
Backups of blogs, for those doing it through tumblr’s back up feature can take anywhere from a few minutes to a day or so. All my side blogs which are small were backed up in 20 minutes, my main blog, which has a TON of posts and video and what not is still backing up. You can navigate away from the page you do not have to stay there, when the backup is ready to download, there will be a button that lets you download the back up as a .zip file.
You’ll find this option under settings – Blog – near the bottom under blocked users.
Remember – just because your blog is marked NSFW does not mean you will get deleted.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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