Happy 2nd Anniversary to Final Fantasy XV. Honestly the game and its long development history are sort of a hot mess. But I quickly fell in love with the characters and their journey together. That love led me to the FFXV fandom, where I’ve met so many wonderful people and been inspired to challenge myself creatively for two years straight. Thanks to the team who worked so hard to make the game the best it could be, and the people who have made this fandom so special to me and so many others.
if youve never physically been in the presence of like, a real live wolf, and you probably wont get the chance to, heres some stuff about them you should know
a wolf’s fur is so unbelievably thick that you can get like, your whole hand into it while petting. and then you can keep going
wolves are a lot bigger than you think they are. think about how big you think a wolf is then just like double that
they dont really smell like dog but they DO smell and youre not going to be able to figure out if its a good smell or not
a wolf really wants to lick the inside of your mouth. he will not stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth at any cost, and generally speaking you need to press your lips together kind of tightly when he approaches your face so that he doesnt worm his damn tongue in there to give you what he thinks is an appropriate greeting
a wolf doesnt really want to look at you while you pet him but he wants you to pet him. hes embarrassed
if a grown ass wolf decides to lay down on you, you just have to deal with it and thats your life now
young wolves, much like young dogs, are overwhelmingly goofy and stupid. a teenage wolf will see your very fragile, very human shoulder and go “i can probably step on that with my full weight” and then he will do it
letting a wolf eat out of your hand is actually not remotely frightening, and youll want to do it all day
If you find yourself in times of trouble, ask yourself, ‘what would Gandalf do’, and remember, ‘beat a man unconscious with a big stick’ is a valid answer
When I find myself in times of trouble, Gandalf Greyhame comes to me, Wailing on those assholes, With a tree (with a tree)
Noctis: Hey Spec.. Do you need this? Ignis: No, I don’t need it. Noctis: ah.. and your glasses are.. Ignis: I know. Noctis: You look stupid. Prompto: Just like you, Noct Noctis: What? Gladio: Oh my God.
Stormblood Part 1! Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get to anymore of the SB cast until next month probably. Please enjoy these guys for now! There’s a few more (a bunch of au ras in particular) i really want to draw!
Well finally, right? A Sleeping Beauty AU. Its been too long, i forgot what I’m supposed to tell you LMAO.
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The castle was
filled with marble and you woke up swathed in tulle and lace in a
room made of mirrors. This was not your humble home and you did not
recognize a single thing in this room. Gilded coo-coo clocks hung on
the reflective walls; they tick-ticked, in sync and out of order. It
was a symphony orchestrated by a large grandfather clock, built
handsomely in mahogany and positioned right in the middle of the
room.
And then all at
once, the clocks stopped ticking. You braced for the loud hooting to
announce the hour but it was silent except for the grandfather clock.
A door opened and you caught your warped reflection for a second as
it swung away. The doorway was dark and yet you ventured through it,
unafraid. The cold marble pulsed with gold and you followed the flow.
The layers of tulle had started to fall off your shoulders and trail
behind you. The fabric did not weigh you down, not even when you came
across a black spiral staircase and started to climb it.
It was very chilly
in the tower, but you didn’t pay any attention to it. As you climbed
and climbed, you could see though a window, a pink sky filled with
thunderclouds. The next window had a deep blue sky with aurora
borealis shining through. It seemed the higher you climbed, the more
color the sky held, but that was no matter; you wanted to get to top
of the staircase. It was like as if the purpose was built in you. And
the very top, you were greeted by a glass stained door. Through the
glass, you could see someone sleeping very soundly. You pushed the
door open.
The sun was setting
in this room. The sunlight poured over a four-poster bed with
black-blue sheets embroidered with golden stars and constellations.
There were flowers on each and every surface, hanging on the wooden
wall panels or drying out on the window. The smell of flowers was
almost overwhelming and whatever coldness you felt in the tower was
replaced by warmth. Something was missing here.
Or rather, a
someone.
You went to the bed
and examined it closer. It looked to be as if someone had recently
slept in it; the sheets were wrinkled in certain places and the
pillows were strewn about.
The hair at the
back of your neck stood on end. You felt someone approach you and as
you turned, your quickened heartbeat relaxed at the sight of a man in
a black suit. His hair was pitch black and his face was prickly with
stubble. His deep blue eyes made you gasp.
He smiled at you
warmly and he opened up his arms to embrace you. You melted in his
arms and his laughter rumbled in his chest. His hands caressed your
back and his eyes shined when you pulled back to look at them. It was
like he was made of stars.
For over a month
now, these were the dreams you had each and every night without fail.
Each night you woke up in a different room, bundled in layers of
fabric. You arrived at a staircase and climbed it to arrive at this
room with the glass stained door. You were trying to wake him up, but
he was never in the room.
He was the prince
of the castle, of the night sky that never came.
It was all too soon
that morning sounds came though the haze of the dream and you were
woken up by loud morning birds. You weren’t in a castle decorated
with golden clocks nor was there a handsome prince. You rubbed the
sleep from your eyes and willed yourself to leave the bed and warm
blankets.
Noctis: I hate Ravus so much!
Gladio: Me too…but he’s kind of hot.
Noctis:
Gladio: What? You can hate people and still think they’re hot. Case in point: Dino Ghiranze.
Prompto: You know what? I’m with you on this. That scary lady in the dragon armor from the last base.
Noctis: Yeah, she’s thick.
Ignis: Always classy, Noctis.
The chocobros are known to be fans of Kings Knight. But back in Insomnia, they’re very much devoted to video games and card games as much as pocket ones.
While in Insomnia
Noct and the gang would always hang around his room and play video games. They bought one console for all of them and they have different accounts.
They have a schedule of who plays when, too. In this, Noctis is very organized, much to Ignis’ dismay.
On video game days or nights, Ignis will always cook the food.
But when the mood to cook is overpowered by his desire to kill THAT boss, he would be glued to the screen and controller to which Prompto goes to the rescue and orders two or sometimes three boxes of pizza. He’d even buy chips for Noct’s sake.
Gladio will order dimsum or noodles.
Noct of course, would order hamburgers and fries.
It is also during this VERY RARE time that Ignis doesn’t count deliveries as junk food. He merely gobbles it all down as his fingers never miss a single tap on that controller. When he finally finishes THAT boss, every body goes bananas. Needless to say, the room was a complete mess.
When ordering food while staying at the Citadel, they always ask the Kingsglaive, usually Nyx or Pelna, to receive their food for them because if they’re caught out and about during curfew, Cor would be scarier than the final boss.
They always make sure to order extra for the hardworking Kingsglaive crew as thanks. Nyx lets the kids be kids and sometimes he’ll join in the with shenanigans.
They better watch out though, because Nyx is hands down a bad ass in video games. Ask Libertus. He knows it all too well.
If they are staying in Noct’s apartment at night, they’d go to the store themselves and buy the food…all except without Noctis, much to his dismay. He never gets as much fun as they have as he’s not allowed to be out by 8pm.
But they once sneaked him out one night. It was one of the best nights for Noctis. He finally got his midnight carbuncle gacha from the convenience store.
Veritas once went to Noctis’ apartment in assignment during their game night. They thought she’d be very strict but what surprised them was how eager she was about the games.
Over time, she was as rowdy as they are and would often volunteer to buy the chips during game night.
No liquor though. Grandma V says it’s an unlucky liquid. She’s seen so many funny and not so pleasant scenes when it comes to drunkenness, so nope.
No one ever says no to her macaroni and cheese, though. It’s the best damn thing paired with either soda or hot coffee. Even Ignis approves.
If they play against one another, Noctis would be very much in his competitive mode. Gladio commented on just how he could have used it during training. V agrees.
V sometimes wins, but the bros know a lot of cheat tricks and she would often fall prey to this. She doesn’t mind, as long as she kicks their ass during training.
She does beat Noctis in combat games though. Noct regretted his decision of teaching her how to use that super on an opponent. Lesson learned.
Arcade
At the arcade, the bros are pretty much down for anything.
They try their best to keep quiet as they play virtual reality games wherein they try and fight hordes of nonhuman enemies. Gladio doesn’t say it but he hates those kinds of games.
Ignis is pretty much quiet the whole time, not because he’s serious, but he’s just as scared as Gladio. Shh no one knows if he just keeps a straight poker face.
Prompto would be the most competitive among the bros when it comes to the dancing console. Iggy says no.
Nobody’s seen Iggy dance except his spatula. (See my headcanon for The Bros Listening to Music, link below)
Noct is super awkward, but as long as the guys are with him and being silly, he’s fine. As long as no one else is there at the arcade.
As for arcade games that don’t involve graphics like basketball or air hockey, everyone’s down for a round.
Gladio is really good at basketball, to which Prompto resentfully chocks up to the fact that the guy’s too damn tall to be allowed to play basketball with them.
Noct is an expert at air hockey. As Prompto used to say, he’s got grace, he’s got poise…until sunshine kid himself beats the sleepy prince.
Iris once went out with them because she wanted to get those limited edition Moogles from the Claw machine.
Gladio tried his best to get one for his sister and despite so many tries, they never did.
Iggy goes to the rescue, only for the guys and Iris to see a side of the royal advisor that they’ve never seen before – the usually composed man would curse to no end and will rant all day about the unfairness of such a contraption.
V doesn’t join them as much since she has to go with Cor for their usual rounds around Insomnia.
But one time she caught the bros playing and she pulled the marshal over for a watch. The older man tried his best not to get involved, but his instructions rang each time the bros would miss a shot.
Cor’s surprisingly good at games that involve shooting. Too good for Prompto’s comfort. V would intervene, pulling the marshal away to continue their rounds. Come on, Cor, let go of that rifle now.
Sunshine kid breathes a sigh of relief. He’ll have to remember to avoid Cor’s gun training at all costs.
On the Road
While out on the road, the bros would always try to play their favorite card game.
Ignis is the master of card games. Period.
Gladio becomes really competitive with this game and would often taunt the others in order to mislead them. Not Iggy though. The man’s a genius at this.
It’s almost always down to Noct and Prompto, the two competing against one another. The loser gets to tidy up before leaving the place of rest. Nobody wants to clean up a guys’ room after a stay, really. Iggy does his best to win every damn time.
During Kings Knight game night, the bros would try their best to stay up all night just to finish their quests.
Prompto is the last to sleep and therefore, the sole owner of the best damn equipment in the game. No, Ignis is not jealous.
They invited V to play the game with them, only for her to say there’s not much memory left on her phone to install it.
Prompto takes over to help her free up some space, only to find her phone filled with photos of Ravus and her. There was a video of Ravus playing the piano, only to laugh the moment he caught V trying to take a video of him. The sight of him smiling, despite being an old video, was a bit too awkward for Sunshine Kid to handle. Whoops.
Truth or dare is something the guys try to avoid. There have been…too many mishaps that they dare not remember.
Darts is Noct’s domain. He’s been practicing for years now. King Regis taught him how to play it and he’s unstoppable…for now, at least.
This is another long headcanon, haha! I can’t seem to write without divulging too much. I hope you enjoyed reading them. I’ll be posting some more soon! X
Gladio: You want me to flex and make all the buttons pop off of my shirt?
Noctis: Yes! You can do that?
Gladio: The challenge is keeping the buttons on.
Noctis: Can I buy a free man a drink?
Prompto: I’d rather have a drink of that mouth.
Noctis: Ugh.
Prompto: I’m sorry, I just, I love you.
Noctis: I love you too.
Gladio: Hello, I’m also back.
If, in a rare occasion that Noctis just couldn’t shut his eyes off for some well-deserved R&R, it’s a huge cause for concern.
The not-so-sleepy prince is most definitely down with a fever. He’d toss and turn in his bed, kicking the blanket and pillows off the mattress and simply lying down on his stomach while hugging a single pillow.
If his fever doesn’t come down soon, he’d stand up and hang out on his balcony, watching the city lights as they blink incessantly.
On the road, he’d be sitting by the firelight, wrapped with three layers of blanket and eating warm, comforting soup made by Ignis.
Ignis won’t sleep if Noct is sick either, so he’d be up all night, trying to find cures that could eliminate his liege’s fever.
Ignis
Ignis is used to having to little or no sleep. When insomnia hits him hard, he’d be reading different kinds of books from cookbooks, medicinal, historical and the occasional fiction.
Though Ebony is most definitely a staple Ignis kind of drink, this time it’d be a piping hot cup of tea accompanied by comforting silence…except when Gladio starts snoring and Prompto starts fighting his pillow in his sleep.
When insomnia strikes while he’s at the Citadel, Ignis would step out into the balcony of his room and stare at the stars. He would try and find all the constellations, using his memory to name the heavenly bodies that dot the night sky. This usually helps him fall asleep, but the moment it does take effect, it would be far too late to sleep…it’s already five in the morning anyway.
Prompto
Prompto’s insomnia is triggered by that quest in King’s Knight that he must finish at ALL COSTS before the time resets at four in the morning.
He has his headphones stuck to his ears and he’d be lying on his stomach as he plays, a can of Ebony at the ready and a really sour-sweet treat to keep his energy levels high.
It’s all worth it once he gets that freakin’ cool item from the quest, much to Noctis’ dismay since the sleepy prince is rarely ever up that late nor is he able to wake up earlier than six in the morning.
If thoughts haunt Prompto in the wee hours of the night, he would get up and stretch outside the tent, only to be followed by Ignis who would then talk to him about so many other things. Prompto realized that this is Ignis’ way of helping him ease his restless mind through really thorough distraction.
Gladio
Gladio rarely gets insomnia since he’s trained himself to sleep at a consistent schedule to keep fit and healthy.
The only time he stays up until dawn is a really good book. He knows he’s hooked if he can’t stop turning the pages to see what’s going to happen next. And damn, it’s the best darn feeling if he finishes it by dawn.
Gladio would tire himself out by exercise just to escape a rather feisty bout of insomnia.
Or he’d rather just stare at the camp fire, letting his thoughts wander. This is when he lets himself go face-to-face with his emotions and innermost thoughts. By the time he confronts them all, he’ll be very much sleepy afterwards. He’s happy to get rid not just of his insomnia but all those negative thoughts and fears. He’s ready to face another day with his usual steely resolve.
When in Insomnia, if Iris comes to his room after dinner, they’d be chatting the night away and completely forgetting the time.
They would gather around the television in his room and watch the new series that’s all the rage in Lucis. Of course, this late night binge watching comes with lots of eating too, not that Gladio minds. His time with his little sister is much more important than losing his healthy eating routine.
Cor
Cor has a messy sleeping schedule. It’s as if someone decided to dump everyone’s schedule into his already full to the brim timeline.
Usually he’s knocked out before ten in the evening. But some days he’d be turning in at four in the morning.
Recently, he’s been unable to get a shut eye…at all. And it’s making the marshal crankier during training.
The source of his messy schedule? Everyone, except himself.
He’s been monitoring the halls of the Citadel since five in the morning, drank his cup of coffee and ate his cheesy omelette during breakfast with King Regis as he reported security discrepancies around Insomnia, spearheading the meeting and designating tasks with Veritas and the rest of the Crownsguard, sparring with the prince and his friends by mid-afternoon, taking his rounds once again around the Citadel, reviewing tactical reports and strategies with Clarus Amicitia, polishing his weapons and taking his dinner in the hall with the Crownsguard before reading even more reports. His tiring and shifting schedules sent his body clock into disarray.
If he really needed to sleep for a very important morning errand, he’d take a long hot bath, chugging a small helping of red wine afterwards or drinking chamomile-lavender tea he received from Monica.
If all else fails, he’d just work out. Yup, the marshal is lean and mean even in his mid-forties. All the girls swoon, but of course they won’t let him know that.
He can’t be both Cor the Immortal and Cor the Heartbreaker because that would be unfair.
Veritas a.k.a. V
Veritas learned to love her insomnia.
She was very much frustrated whenever she can’t keep her eyes shut for even five seconds.
She decided to just go with it and along the countless sleepless nights, she discovered that she rather liked the late night silence. Nothing else to do but listen to her own thoughts and reminisce.
She would curl up on the chair and read a book with a hot beverage and would enjoy the swaying of the curtains in the gentle breeze, the cool light of the moon and the warm night light in her room.
While at Tenebrae, she would then proceed to write on her diary to tire her mind somehow.
She loves it whenever Ravus shares her bed to sleep — there is something so beautiful and making her hyper-aware of existence itself whenever she’s with him. It makes her appreciate every thing in this life. With such a feeling, she’d be able to doze off holding Ravus in an embrace.
Ravus
Ravus Nox Fleuret loves insomnia.
‘No Sleep’ insomnia, not the Insomnia. He hates the latter, don’t be silly.
He revels in the silence that keeps him company in the late hours of the night and would use this time to rethink things or write his reports.
He’d even play the piano as softly as possible. Valses are his favorite night time pieces.
If he has the time, he’d browse through his books about plants and medicine and would write down things he observed around Tenebrae, especially if it’s about the elusive Tenebraen eagle.
He likes to drink tea, particularly chamomile-lavender tea at night, or if the mood hits him, he’d either drink red wine or a hot cup of Altissian cocoa.
If he’s feeling really agitated for some reason during a sleepless night, he’d knock on Veritas’ door and would enter in a very endearing disposition, making it hard for V to say no to.
They’d sit on the couch or cuddle in bed, talking about all sorts of nonsensical and philosophical things until they’re running their fingers on each other’s heads all the way to the sweet moment of falling asleep holding one another at daybreak.
King Regis
King Regis HATES not being able to get his rest. As if the strain of the power of the ring is bad enough, not being able to recuperate is worst.
He has so many things to think and worry about, yet as his queen used to say, nothing is worth losing sleep for. Aulea was right, he would mutter and force himself to sleep.
When he’s feeling lonely and thinks this is one of the reasons why he can’t sleep, he’d take out Aulea’s favorite dress and hug it against his chest. It’s an instant remedy — he’d fall asleep just after inhaling her perfume and touching the fabric of her dress.
He remembers the warmth of her and dozing off to her ‘embrace’ sets himself at ease.
Noctis’ shenanigans would usually keep him awake too. If it’s about his son, he’d definitely be restless.
He would drink hot milk (Cid called him a sissy back at camp when he asked Weskham for a cup of warm milk to cure his insomnia) and he’d be a little more relaxed.
In a few minutes, he might just be able to fall asleep, with ‘might’ as the operative word.
Lunafreya
Lunafreya couldn’t sleep because of two things: her responsibilities as Oracle, and Umbra’s incessant snoring.
The dark haired canine would snore so loud it even irritates Pryna to the point where the snow-colored dog would hide beneath the covers just to escape the snoring.
Luna will walk around her room to tire herself up until she feels exhausted enough to sleep.
She’d also grab a book to read as she does so.
So when she finally feels the need to sleep, she’d be in a hurry to bury herself in the cozy sheets, only to wake up wide-eyed to Umbra’s motorcycle-like snores.
In the end, she would go to her parents’ bedroom and sleep there. She always falls asleep so well there.
Will ever come the time when I’ll draw older Gladio with his half ponytail??
Yes, probably. But not today (ᇴ‿ฺᇴ)
Gladio: What’s wrong with the way I dress?
Prompto: You know, some people might say you that all that black leather kind of makes you look like an evil villain.
Gladio:
Prompto: Not me! I think you look like a sexy motorcycle!
Prompto: I think you were right. There’s something weird going on with Ignis.
Gladio: I knew it! Ugh, I can’t believe I’m gonna sleep with him.
Prompto: Well, you don’t…have to.
Gladio: No, I’m gonna.
Not your run of the mill field spy; Ravus is highly skilled and knows how to get the information and item he’s contracted to look for by way of a silver tongue and perfectly executed acts of thievery.
He’s in the business because it’s a big part of who he is; his mother was a heroine of the industry herself, and taught him everything she knew.
Refusing to stay behind the lines during any mission, he’s almost always the first man chosen for each and every job; because of this, Ravus is a master of disguise and has a niche for acting accordingly to his played persona, despite how naturally reserved he actually is.
He’s perfectly skilled in the art of of the silent kill, though he rarely likes to get his hands dirty and executes his enemies if it’s absolutely necessary, or until Ignis nags him to the point in which only murder will shut him up.
He’s almost always got something to say about how somebody has planned a mission; if he doesn’t have a complaint, it must be an off day.
The company’s Golden Boy, sort of – expert in melee, long-range, and firearm weaponry, but relies solely on silence and stealth.
Ignis Scientia
The ‘you can’t do this without me.’
See also: Expert Hacker.
Code Name: [ DOUBLE HELIX ]
A genius, for lack of a better word, Ignis is the man on the other side of the communicator – breaking and entering master computers, leading Ravus through endless mazes of unfamiliar hallways, and tracking the enemy – he oversees the mission from start to finish, operating each and every command as though they are puzzle pieces.
Normally, he only communicates mission details with Noctis and Ravus before briefings, calculating all plans and roles in order to ensure that everything goes perfectly and without a hitch – everyone else receives a nicely written email.
Ignis, despite refusing to go out into the field, is very skilled at hand to hand combat – but he will not lay a finger on any one man, friend or foe. He has people for that.
If something does go wrong and it is his fault, there’s no way he’s admitting it, and no one will argue if he happens to blame them instead.
Gladiolus Amicitia
The ‘wanna get a room?’
AKA: The Prime Distraction.
Code Name: [ ADONIS ]
Practically built for the role he’s meant to play, Gladiolus lets his body do the talking; the easiest way to get information from the enemy is to seduce them, of course. Besides, he enjoys the act far too much to think it anything but respectable.
Often sent into large social gatherings and underground parties alike, he’s got the formal training and informal attitude that make men and women alike swoon at his presence.
Or fall asleep, of course. Because after he’s lured them into their own private quarters, his sleight of hand and inventory of poisons and sedatives allow him to search and seize all of the physical evidence and information he needs from the lower level company men.
It’s an easy and enjoyable task, but integral to the grand scheme of a mission at whole; besides, he gets paid for cracking a few jokes and copping a feel. How can he complain?
Prompto Argentum
The ‘do I have to shoot him?’
AKA: The Assassin.
Code Name: [ EAGLE II ]
Sharpshooter and anxiety-ridden Prompto weeds out the big marks, often taking care of targets that are more than a little troublesome.
Though he is a last resort, he also comes in handy when it comes to the tech Ravus carries on him during missions, keeping him well armed with interesting – albeit insanely useful – devices.
He was actually only supposed to be their techie, but after one combat training session and an accidental show of his skills, he got tossed into a role he couldn’t quite get out of. It would be totally uncool to say no to a higher paycheck, too.
Despite the case of cold feet he always seems to get before a kill, Prompto aims true and never misses a shot, and if he does? Nyx is always there to clean up his messes; together, they are able to make any operation so discreet, the loss of a company head would take days to get to the media.
Noctis Lucis Caelum
The ‘my dad owns everything, so I know everything.’
Read: Archive of Intelligence.
Code Name: [ KING ]
Noctis gathers intel and is the root of their company’s knowledge database; the fact that his father owns many large corporations and has his hands on several very important phone numbers, the entirety of the city is in the man’s hands.
Masterminding missions, Noctis is worried only about protecting normal citizens, keeping any underground trafficking to a minimum, and keeping his father’s business on top. Everyone in their group has their own reasons and motives for joining him, and though he cares deeply for them, he always sees the higher power at work.
Though he is mostly bound to the company to keep appearances and discretion, he will work the field if he has to; he has partnered with Ravus more often than they both would like, but they make an unstoppable and powerful team.
He has the fucking hots for Gladiolus, but he’s not sure if that’s because he’s a great guy or if he’s just that good at his job.
BONUS: Nyx Ulric
The ‘jack of all trades, master of…uh, all trades, too.’
Read: The Sweep.
Code Name: [ EAGLE I ]
He is as he’s called, though he’d rather be a hero, and cleans up in the midst of sticky situations. Ravus, Gladiolus, and Prompto are key stealth operatives, but Nyx’s close combat leaves him in the thick of the battle.
Nyx takes care of any and all small fry, wiping them from the face of the earth if need be, and takes care of any dead bodies if that’s what it takes to get things done.
Though he does most of the real dirty work, there are a lot of miscellaneous jobs that fall to him, including getting answers by means of torture, kidnapping, or planting explosives.
But it doesn’t really matter what he has to do, as long as he gets to keep an eye on Prompto.
All I know is my dash is 90% more nudity than ever before, now.
we got no jobs, no future, no planet or economy or society that haven’t been fucked up by the generations before us, but you know what we have tons of?
Eh. Not really a fan. Not offense meant toward people who like this ship – I can respect that it’s another rarepair but I prefer Hanzo and Mercy with other characters in terms of pairings. I just feel kinda weird since Hanzo was responsible for Genji’s almost murder…and at the very least I see Mercy and Genji as really good friends? It’d be kinda weird to date/fall in love with the guy who did that to your friend – let alone his brother – at least in my opinion. That and I feel like Mercy and Hanzo don’t really have a lot in common (Hanzo is pretty arrogant and is a more tame version of Moira in my opinion) so it’s hard to imagine interactions.
But as always, if you love it, then all the power to you! Keep on shipping, anon.
its a fucking miracle my eyes havent gon worse (I believe it has worsen already haha) and burst in bloods that one picture you think im overdoing things
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with this “officially” done with the entire animations lining- time to go back and re-edit the missing effect lines and the monsters linng until coloring
within a fucking month
next time this pic reappears is a colored/printed ver hanging on the wall in the graduation animation exhibiton
I always wonder why the hell I named her that….she and 19 are both having the most ??? names but they are special weird children I actually love the most.
Starting on Dec 17, Tumblr will not allow any form of adult content anymore.
I’m really angry and sad about this, I love Tumblr and how the platform works. It’s something unique.
I’ll keep being active here, posting SFW stuff, but I’ll also be on other places. No more NSFW here, if you want to see my explicit NSFW, you gotta head over to my FurAffinity.
deleted a bunch of chronic pain and chronic illness posts from blogs they’ve left (like mine)
This isn’t just about ‘oh no you can’t look at people fucking anymore’ (even though lots of sex workers are losing their means of supporting themselves). This goes a lot further, with a lot more chilling effects.
The sexualizing of things like ‘top surgery’ or declaring all ‘trans’ tagged things to be … sexual… is really, REALLY fucked up. Never mind the fact that ‘chronic pain’ had NOTHING to do with sexiness, and we’ve been given no explanation as to why disabled people were considered acceptable collateral damage.
ALSO I had a post flagged earlier today for a cartoon picture of Mario in a bathing suit. Mario, from Super Mario Brothers.
Someone else reported a picture of a cartoon scorpion with a hard hat on being flagged as pornography. Tagging things as ‘queer’ or ‘gay’ gets them flagged NSFW. (Hey, guess what I’d been tagging my t-shirts, because they’re pride stuff? Oh right. Queer. Gay. Pride.)
This is a fucking problem, let’s not blow it off.
I know some people are too young (or simply weren’t involved in fandom back then) to remember what went down with livejournal and a couple of other sites “back in the day”, but it all started out as “it’s okay, we’re just removing the nasty porn”, and then “okay well, just make sure you put your porn behind a cut, no, wait jk you need to host it externally, a link is fine, maybe” and pretty much devolved swiftly into “actually sweety, LGBT content is inherently NSFW by default because it might make the kiddies gay if we expose them to it, so y’all need to leave now byyyeeee”.
Like…that happened. And it took nearly a decade for the fandom spaces to recover and stabilize and to get to the point where LGBT content creators could host their content without being told “you’re not welcome here” and I’m just sitting here, watching as youtube demonetizes LGBT content creators, and Facebook flags up LGBT ads as “inappropriate” and now tumblr is going through the queer and gay tags and just mass blanketing it as inappropriate, while actual pornbots and nazis wind up in my recommended feed.
Like I am uncomfortable y’all. I am looking around at everything I’ve built and all the friends I’ve made and I know we’re all looking for the next safe space to jump to while hoping we don’t lose each other overnight like “the olden days” where you’d wake up and your fave blogger was just gone.
And usually it was because they’d drawn or written something as simple yet explicit as a kiss. It was just the wrong kind of kiss.
So yea, the sky is not falling, but the ice under our feet sure is making worrying sounds.
Let’s go get warm frozen humans.
Grab your deviant friend with you. Fresh tea and thirium are here!
RK900: Pleased to meet you.
Gavin: ….
RK900: We should get to know each other better. What are your interests?
Gavin: *glares*
Gavin: Fuckin’ androids.
RK900: ….
RK900: *removing belt* Well, if that’s what you’re into.
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