Excited to reveal our gameplay trailer with an updated look at backgrounds and game UI. We’re headed up to Columbus, Ohio for GDEX tomorrow where folks will be able to go hands-on with Akash for the first time–if you’re in the area, please stop by and say hello! More details to come this weekend.
The Major, and their Ward – Summary: You are known as Major, an ex-marine that took on a job as a bodyguard to a Prime Ministers daughter – You will do all it takes to keep her safe, but is it enough?
@mandakatt I have been playing MHW for the past few hours and I got an idea for my next comic
Noctis: You should meet Cor the Immortal. He’d be (internally) excited to see a hunter of your skill!
Gladio: Skill AND guts, I swear their eyes sparkle whenever we face something dangerously deadly…
Later…
Cor: is this the brave and ferocious hunter you’ve been telling me about your highness?
Prompto: You should’ve seen her take down a behemoth with this big sword and then this weird pole thing with a giant bug which freaked me out (blah blah blah)
Hunter:….-stares at Cor-
Cor:….-stares back at hunter-
Hunter: (He looks just like the commander….)
-starts crying cause she misses everyone back at Astera- AHHHHGGGGG!!!!
Gladio turns his head, lifting a brow slightly. “A kiss?”
The slight smirk that pulls at his lips causes your breath to hitch as his eyes meet yours. “You sure that’s all you want from me babe?”
He steps closer, his hand moving up to gently cup your cheek as he looks deep into your eyes. “Well, if you’re sure that’s all you want,” he growls softly in his throat, his thumb petting just along your jaw. “I’ll make sure it’s a kiss you never forget.”
Prompto lets off a deep groan, sighing heavily. “Gods I’m tired, please…please tell me we get to stay in a hotel this time?” when he gets no immediate answer from Ignis, he moves a bit closer to you.
“Hey,” he starts softly, gently reaching out to grab your hand and rub his thumb against the back of it lightly. “Uh…I know this is silly, but…” he fidgets a little, looking away from you. “Is there any–any chance that I c-can, um, can I get a recharge?”
When you giggle his eyes lock with yours, rendering you silent. “I mean it Babe,” his voice is soft, and he steps a bit closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I need a kiss to recharge or I swear I’ll just…fade away…”
A light smirk turns up the corner of his lips as you blush. “Please..?”
Moogle Chocobo Carnival Outfit! Also redid the base for the hunter cause the first one is so bad to my eyes ahahah XD I might just redraw the Lucis gear cause the lack of composition is hurting my eyes XD The armor description is gonna be listed here cause it would ruin the composition if I used it on the art.
Can you imagine how adorable it would be if the Palico played with the choco chicks? If I had the animation skills it would melt my heart.
[Carnival Attire] – “A festive attire that has a special attack that can activate when certain circumstances are met. Unleashing a swarm of chocobo chicks on the enemy.”
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My reaction:
I absolutely adore this!!!
And the Palico playing with Choco chicks is a total yes! But can you imagine Prompto and what he might THINK before he realizes the Palico is just playing? Poor sunshine’s heart might stop!
Palico: *purr, burble, gently paws at*
Choco chicks: *much happy kweh’ing!*
Prompto: *gives off an unholy shriek!*
Hunter: Huh?! What?! Where’s the Rathalos?!?!
Prompto: Palico! Those are not for eatings!
Hunter: *blinks* Huh?
Palico: *blinks* I wasn’t gonna eat them meowster, just play!
When Ignis catches a cold and can’t cook for the gang. The first option? Cup noodles of course but after a few days? The salt is causing problems for everyone except Gladio because he’s the cup noodle God. Next Option? Bland toast and Noct starts complaining after day two.
Third option? When everyone realizes none of them can cook for sh*t, Hunter just tells them to stay put and in the distance they start killing a Garula and comes back roasting the steak on a spitroast and voila problem solved! But that’s the only thing they can do to lessen the agony of a tasteless meal everytime they camp …
Hunter: Ugh, anymore of those salty cup things and I’m gonna go nuts.
Gladio: HEY! I will have you know this is the BEST food on Eos.
Hunter: ……
Gladio: Ok. Best PORTABLE food.
Hunter: Gimme sec… yeah? *runs off to kill Garula.*
Palico: *purr* MEAT!
Noctis: Say what?
Ignis: *sneezes*
Prompto: Ah, easy there Iggy!
Hunter: *slaps the bbq spit down and starts roasting*
Noctis: *Drools*
Gladio: *blinks once* …well ok you got me there.
Ignis: *sneezes again*
Palico: *soft purr and curls up with Iggy, knowing they’re going to have meat later!*
Prompto: *blinks* Ok, so what smells–whoa.
Hunter: *later, scoots over to the Palico and gives him a treat* Here you go, thanks for taking care of Iggy!
Palico: *many happy purrs as he noms!*
Ignis: What is that smell?
Hunter: Ah sorry. I kinda burned it a little. *sheepish smile, then blinks* Oh! You’re feeling better then, cause you can smell things!
Boys: *omnomnomscarfnomslurp*
Ignis: Tch, as if one could rest with all that noise…
Hunter: *chuckle*
I also HC that Ignis learns QUICKLY just how much the Hunter and Palico can EAT:
Here’s a thing to make you laugh… Might not work but I’ll try
The Bros and hunter are hiding amongst the shrubbery as they try to stay out of sight from Deadeye…
Ignis: Remember we need to exercise caution, when we engage it at it’s nesting grounds it will try to eradicate us with its claws and fire breath so here’s how we’ll take it down…
The other three: * listening intently*
Hunter: * Gazes at the Deadeye* I wanna kill it and carve it’s hide…
Ignis: * stops explaining and looks at hunter* Hunter….. No…
Gladio: Let em do it Iggy… You can take the monster away from the hunter, but you can’t take the hunter away from the monster…
Ignis: Hunter NO!
Hunter: Hunter YES!!!
Then hunter runs off ahead with greatsword in hand about to stab Deadeye
Do you ever wonder how the Bros would react if the Hunter was out on a stroll and they left their hunter’s notebook in the tent cause the wildlife isn’t the same so there was no need for them to carry it around yet…
If one of the Bros just couldn’t help but take a peek to feed their curiosity… I think their faces would be something like this…
Bros: the hell… They live to hunt these things EVERYDAY?!
Hunter comes back and is like…
Hunter: it’s no big deal tbh… Unless it’s an arch tempered monster then I’ll definitely be frustrated…
And Prompto and Noct looks at the Palico who ALSO fights these huge and ferocious beasts…
Palico: It’s normal… I know at least a few palicoes who go after monsters without a hunter…
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Can you blame em? They fight big stuff too but that’s because they have magic and stuff… And also city walls to keep them out…
I am amused, cause I know what would happen next!
Hunter: I’m always surprised the creatures here are so small..
@mandakatt Made the Lucis Gear as the replacement for the Hunter’s starting gear.
It was Prompto and Noct’s idea to dress the cat… Don’t ask why the Palico looks like a biker
Artwork done by me
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Hunter: You guys, this is awesome! You didn’t have to do this for me though.
Ignis: But of course we did. You are our Royal Hunter after all.
Hunter: *laughs softly* Don’t you think that me being called a Royal Hunter is going to confuse your hunters here?
Gladio: Nah. They’ll get it.
Palico: Meowster! *bounds up and climbs on, sitting on the hunters shoulder!*
Hunter: Huh? Oh whoa! *giggle* Well look at you!
Palico: I got mew clothes too!
Hunter: I see. *looks over at Prompto and Noctis with a smile*
Prompto: *rests his hands behind his head* Well, our best little buddy couldn’t be left out now, could he?
Noctis: Yeah. Figured it was best they match you, y’know?
Hunter: *crosses arms* You just couldn’t resist to dress up the cat, could you?
Palico: *purr-laugh*
These NERDS would dress up the Palico. At any chance they could. The Palico wouldn’t mind either really.
Also, you cannot tell me that Nocits would/could/DOES pout when Iggy doesn’t let him buy toddler sized clothing for said Palico when they’re out getting supplies. X3
Dragoon armor!!!!! I’m still crying over the fact that I won’t get the dragoon gear in MHW cause behemoth is gonna wreck me and I don’t have online friends who play the game DX
Aranea is so badass, she can stab me with her spear and I’ll say thank you
[Astera Dragoon]
– “Jump up into the sky and crash down onto monsters with an explosive impact. Nothing is too impossible or too tough for a Dragoon.”
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I love this so much! And the Palico’s outfit too!!! ASdlajsdlajsd! and I could see this happening:
Aranea: *brow lift*
Hunter: *removes helm for a moment then smiles sheepishly* Uhmn…
Aranea: *smirk* Good moves Kid, how bout I show you how to really do that Dragoon dive.
Hunter: *starry eyed*
Later –
Aranea: Huh. You mastered that faster than I thought you would.
Hunter: I’m a fast learner, have to be when you come from where I do.
Aranea: Hmn? What do you mean by that Kid?
Hunter: *explains all the monsters they hunt on a regular basis, and how big they are*
Now we’re on the subject of putting the MH stuff to good use…. Noctis has so much angst and anger that he has towards the chancellor and 10 years or smth … Before he engages Ardyn in the final battle he asks to borrow the ghillie mantle and punches him and kicks him in the nuts because everything was his fault xD
But I guess in general they use mantles for all kinds of epic and stupid sh*t… Tbh
Ahem Gladio can wear the rocksteady mantle so that Ravus can’t dunk him into the car again….
Noctis: *punches Ardyn while using the Ghillie mantle* That was for everything you wrecked you trash bag!
Hunter: Hey… Noct?
Noctis: Hmn? *blinks at what he’s handed…then lifts a brow* Wha–what is this?
Hunter: *grins a bit* It’s a Ghillie mantle.
Noctis: *blinks again* A who does what now?
Hunter: *laughs* a Ghillie mantle. It conceals you from enemies. Till you let them know you’re there by moving.
Ignis: *slight brow lift* And how does that work?
Hunter: You guys probably would call it Magic, we just call it – wear the swamp and it’ll hide you.
Prompto: *laughs softly* At least it doesn’t smell like the swamp.
Gladio: We’d really have to keep the top down then. *smirk*
Noctis: But I don’t have a…wait–
A short time later
Ardyn: *gets knocked down by a surprised punch!*
Noctis: …hello Asshat.
Ardyn: *rubs his jaw and sits up, still looking a bit surprised* And where did you come from? *squint* Ah, one of the hunters little tricks I see.
Noctis: Pardon me a second. *slips the mantle back on*
Ardyn: *snorts then blinks, looking dumbfounded. Gets to his feet, looks around* Now how did he–NNH! *gets punched again*
Noctis: Surprise Asshole!
Hunter: *shouts from across the way* NOT exactly what I meant Noct!
Prompto: But totally effective none the less.
Gladio: Hey, Iggy, I think this is gonna take awhile. Can you make us some popcorn…?
@mandakatt I am currently working on some crossover sketches of you know what! 😉
But you know what’s been on my mind lately? How much culture schock the Bros would have with the Hunter.
Like one moment they’re having a blast at camp just talking about “in my world we do this and blah blah blah”
But the minute they are in battle with a let’s say a behemoth then the Hunter mounts it (I have watched a few streams and the mounting text can be really funny) just shouts “I’mma mount you like a B*TCH!!” While stabbing at the back.
The Bros (except for Gladio cause that guy would probably want to cut up huge ass monsters like they do) are currently having an internal crisis like how much of a hardcore life they live cause they don’t have technology and they are surrounded by things bigger than them that want to eat them.
I am going to make this a comic one day…
A/N: SINCE YOU MENTIONED THIS – Here’s a small blurb for you. ♥
Shortly after your arrival to this world, Noctis gave you access to what he called the Armiger. It was a strange, yet magical thing to you–to be able to pull your weapon out of thin air. Sure, it made things easier when you were riding in the Regallia cause, well, as you found out your greatsword…really didn’t fit in it’s storage space.
But this also gave you the chance to change weapons on the fly, in the middle of battle no less!
And this time was no exception, you willed away your greatsword only to call your dual blades into your hands. The five of you had pinned the griffin you had been sent to hunt in a small canyon, and the wall along side it was just the leverage you needed.
Taking off at a run from Gladio’s side you literally rushed up the wall and pushed off it, spinning in the air just enough to land right on the back of the griffin’s neck. It screeched in protest at it’s sudden rider, only to screech again as you plunged your blades into it with a loud battlecry.
It didn’t take you and the others long then to finish the beast off, and with a sigh you willed away your blades, and dusted off your hands.
“I will have to talk to the others when I get back home about this Armiger. It’s so damned hand–what?”
The look Ignis was giving you was one that you have grown to know well, but it usually wasn’t aimed at you. Normally, it was aimed at Noctis or Prompto before he started giving them a lecture, and you instantly had what felt like scout flies in your gut. You glanced over at the others a moment, and your brows knitted in confusion.
Noctis had his hand over his mouth, but his eyes were smiling as he stared at you.
Prompto just was staring at you with shock and awe.
And Gladio was doubled over, his shoulders shaking from laughter.
“Guys?”
“There has not yet been a time where I’ve had to ask you to refrain from doing something in battle, Hunter, but this–”
“Aw c’mon Iggy, I’ve taken down things that are about five times bigger than that.”
“That is not what I am referring to.” and Ignis’ scowl deepened. “Please allow me to finish.”
Swallowing hard you gently nodded your head, and it was then you noticed just a slight pull of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
“While we understand that you are accustomed to such battle tactics, might I suggest you use a–slightly different battle cry?”
Gladio snorted loudly as he was still doubled over, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Dude!” Prompto exclaimed, that look of awe still on his features.
“I think what Specs is getting at is–” Noctis removed his hand from his face, his voice filled with laughter. “I think you need to say something else other than ‘I’m going in dry!’”
That got Gladio to collapse to his knees, holding his abdomen as he laughed so loudly it echoed off the canyons walls.
Blushing you gently rubbed the back of your head. “I uh–I’ll think of something.”
“You make such lovely noises, but it seems our time grows short, little one,” his voice sounded like velvet which made you huff and glare up at him, before he laughed softly as he flipped his hat and placed it back onto his head. “Don’t worry my dear, this time, I will make it quick.”
Something flashed brightly in his hand, causing you to jump as your fingers curled slightly against the ground. Clenching your jaw your eyes flicked down to the blade in his hand, then back up to his golden irises.
“Darling? Are you alright?” Ignis asked, concerned, the grip he had on your hand tightened. Gladio moved himself closer to you, once more rubbing your back.
Nodding gently you slowly lifted your head, as you were fighting to hold back tears. “I just–I don’t deserve you guys.”
“Ifrit’s ass you don’t.” Gladio smirked down at you, and drew both you and Ignis closer to him once more resting his chin against the top of your head. “It’s us, that doesn’t deserve you.”
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…“
@mandakatt I was laughing when I had this really weird scenario.. if the Bros along with the Hunter found the crystal and the atmosphere is really dramatic and the hunter may look as concerned like the guys but they’re really just trying their hardest NOT to pull out the pickaxe and start mining it
Oh my god…. XDDDD
Hunter: *soft gasp*
Ignis: Hunter, that is not what you think it is.
Hunter: *blinks once, then turns to look at the others* It’s not?
Prompto: *soft sigh and a little chuckle* We don’t uh.. need to mine that.
Hunter: *gestures* But… but it’s shiny…?
Gladio: *snorts out a laugh* I knew we should have never let you meet Dino.
Hunter: ….but he needs stones right?
Noctis: It’s NOT that kinda stone!
Ardyn: *looks absolutely exasperated because he’s being IGNORED!* Pardon me, how rude?
Ignis will tell you with the most serious expression that he is not ticklish. But you and I know this is a flat out lie. You have so far, found three places he’s ticklish:
His side – Which you found out by utter accident when you moved to gently push him aside and placed your hand on his side and he let off the most girlish giggle you have ever heard. The two of you came to an agreement that you wouldn’t tell a soul, but you reach over and squeeze now and then, grinning as he giggles.
The back of his neck – You were helping him to adjust the collar of his shirt, only to brush your fingers along the back of his neck, and he rolled his shoulders and shivered.
His feet – Ignis once, during one of his aerial maneuvers, twisted his ankle pretty badly on his landing. Helping him back to camp, you slipped his shoe off his foot, only to feel him tense as you were binding his ankle. Several days later, when you were checking on his ankle your fingers brushed the bottom of his foot and he chuckled. You looked up at him, asking him if he was ticklish to which, of course, he denied. You did it again, only to have him squirm and laugh softly.
Hot chocolate on cold days with either a shot of Irish Cream, or Amaretto – though he keeps this a secret from everyone. [Both Rein and Ana know he does it.] and watching silly cat videos while sipping said Hot Chocolate.
How I wish I could have remained in your arms longer this morning.
I do hope that you will forgive me for the fact that you will find this note instead of me in bed with you this morning, but I wished to not wake you when I had to depart.
I will admit that I wished to gently kiss you awake. To see you sleepily blink up at me then smile the way you do when you realize it’s me. You have no idea just how hard it is to resist gently wrapping your arms about my neck and kissing you absolutely breathless…
I digress, I am getting off topic.
You will find breakfast waiting for you in the fridge, along with your lunch for the day. I do hope to be home on time, and will text you later if I will be late. I hope not to be…
It seems I cannot stop looking at you as I write this. The soft noises you make in your sleep–I am enthralled by you Darling. I wish for nothing more than to keep your soft body close to mine. Feel the soft rise and fall of your breasts against my chest, as I keep our limbs otherwise intertwined…
I have decided that I shall be home early–I will not keep you waiting long.
I know sending you a hand written note is considered terribly old fashioned, but knowing how your smile will light up your face when you read this, I was unable to stop myself from putting pen to paper.
I will also admit that by writing such a thing, I am distracting myself from my time apart from you…somewhat…
I miss you terribly Darling. Soon enough I will return to you, but until then I will have to simply dream of holding you in my arms.
Feeling the warm length of your body laying on top of mine as I lay with you in bed. Knowing that the look you give me when I pet fingers along your skin is for me, and me alone…Gods Kitten, you have no idea what you do to me do you? Just the simple thought of you beneath me, moaning my name is enough to make me–
It seems that we are in need of returning home sooner than expected.
The moment he felt an odd sense of weight against him, he froze. Turning his head slowly he lowered his head enough to have his visor lock on you. He swallowed hard as he felt you shift against him, and then his brain caught up with what you were doing. You weren’t just moving, you were nuzzling into him.
His eyes went wide behind his visor, and he willed every muscle he had in his body to remain still.
The two of you were on a simple recon mission and you were taking turns keeping watch. He of course went first as you settled in next to him, your back to the wall. What he hadn’t expected was for you to slide over and fall against him in your sleep.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath as he continued to look down at you. Part of him wanted to wake you up, or move you back into your sitting position. Another part of him refused to move, as your warmth seeped into his side.
Taking a breath and holding it, he moved slowly, resting a hand on your shoulder to gently adjust you back to your sitting position when your brow furrowed a little, and you made a soft noise in your sleep and nuzzled into him a bit more. His hand remained on your shoulder, and he had to resist the urge to pull you closer. He growled softly under his breath.
This was ridiculous!
It was then he felt you move again, but this movement was different. You were shivering.
Why didn’t she say she was cold?
A smile turned his lips upwards as he shook his head, and he reached for you again only this time he coaxed you to lay down, letting your head rest against his thigh, and when he was sure you didn’t wake, he slowly shrugged off his coat, then draped it over you. You made another soft content noise, and nuzzled against his thigh.
“I swear…” he mumbled softly to himself, as his gloved hand gently pet your hair back from your face.
I have too many pet names for you. And I can never decide which one I like best. I think I’m gonna have to have you take a poll for me or something on which one you like best. Ha!
Anyway, I just stepped out for a morning run. You know me! Up and atom…at’um? at em early! Gotta get that blood flowing cause I’ve got training today with the guys, and I gotta do what I can to try to keep up I guess.
But then again I know with you cheering me on I can’t give up! I mean, I still remember the day you showed up at the Citadel when I was getting done training with Cor, and well, I was feeling down and out. Do you remember what you told me? I do. =)
I also remember that you kissed me for good luck.
Your kisses recharge me, I know it sounds dumb but it’s true! Like you are such a light in my life I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m around you sometimes. Well, other than blush, or get shy, or fidget….cause my brain likes to wander when I think of your kisses. And where I’d like you to kiss me. Ah! Uh! Never mind that last part!
I gotta get going for that run so I can see you again.
I figured if I taped this thing to the bathroom mirror you’d find it better than leaving it on the pillow next to you.
I didn’t want to have to leave so early this morning, specially since you were all curled up on my chest when I woke up this morning. I hope I didn’t wake you when I got up, even though I kinda wanted to.
Just to kiss your nose, tell you I love you….and to remind you that you drool in your sleep. ;P
Haha I’m joking.
Yeah yeah, you can hit me for that one later. I promise.
I should be home around the normal time, unless Princess is up to his usual shenanigans and attempting to either sleep the day away, or play video games to dodge training. Little does that guy know that he’s keeping me from something even more important.
You.
I miss you already. I want to just curl back up in bed with you. Keep you safe. Whisper softly into your hair that I’m here, and I’ll keep the nightmares away…
Or maybe I’d rather gently wake you up with a pleasant bit of a beard burn between your thighs?
Ignis knew something was bothering you the moment you texted him around mid day. It wasn’t anything particular that you had said. It was the fact that, even though your reply was normal, he could just tell that you were no longer your bright cheerful self. Something was upsetting you, and it made his brows knit with worry.
He cleared his schedule, doing everything he could to be sure to be home before you arrived. And when you pushed open the door and sighed heavily, as if the weight of the entire world was on your shoulders, he called to you.
“Darling.”
“Ignis?!” you gasped his name, startled that he was there before you.
“Come here,” and he slowly opened his arms for you, humming softly as you gently wrapped your arms about his torso. He pet his fingers slowly through your hair, kissing the crown of your head. “There, now. I know something is troubling you Darling. What is it?”
“I’m just–” he frowned as you sighed and nuzzled into him a bit more. “–sad.”
“I see, and what can I do to make you feel better Darling?”
“Stay.”
He smiled, huffing out a little laugh at that. “Of course. Come with me.”
Gently lacing your fingers together he lead you back to the bedroom, pausing at the bedside to face you. He smiled gently as he reached up to cup your cheek, petting his thumb slowly against your skin, admiring the blush that suddenly warmed your face.
“All we are going to do Darling is rest,” he said softly, guiding you to gently lie down, and he followed in after you, moving so that your head rested against his chest. He pressed his nose into your hair as you nuzzled into him, and took a deep breath.
“When you feel up to talking about whatever is bothering you, I will be more than happy to listen.” he whispered into your hair, fingers gently petting slow odd shapes on your back. “I love you, Darling, never forget that.”
One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?
In this economy? Thank them politely, pledge your loyalty, and join the mob.
Your head snapped upwards before it could hit the table in front of you. You weren’t sure what had you so tired. Well, part of you knew. Sleeping in a tent with four grown men, was one reason. The next was the fact that one snored louder than a Dualhorn. The third was that the dark haired prince loved to use you for a body pillow, while his blonde friend sprawled over the two of you.
You understood entirely why Ignis slept near the entrance of the tent.
“Mn, I’m fine love, just a little tired I suppose.” you mumbled softly as you rubbed one of your eyes.
Ignis smiled softly and took a seat next to you. “I have just the thing…” and he set a can of Ebony between you.
“Ebony?”
“Yes it helps me make it through the day.”
“I know,” you said with a laugh as you smiled. “I swear you bleed this stuff.”
Ignis gave off a soft snort but smirked a little as he reached for the can, popping it open then brought it to his lips to take a long pull from it. You were about to apologize when he set the can down, then turned to you and gently cupped your face. He tilted your head slightly then brought his lips to yours.
Tensing a bit at the surprise kiss you let your eyes half lid only to blush brightly under his hands as you felt the tip of his tongue glide over your lower lip. When you parted your lips he tilted your head further, sealing your lips with his and he opened his mouth, letting the now slightly warm Ebony pass from his mouth, to yours.
A shiver ran down your spine as you let the coffee slide down your throat, and couldn’t help but moan as his tongue gently danced with yours before he slowly drew back. Blinking at him you felt your ears grow warmer as a smirk pulled his lips upwards.
“Awake now Darling?”
“Hmmn..” you blinked at him once then smirked. “I dunno, I think I’m gonna need about half that Ebony, shared with me that way to be sure..”
I have been told that it’s considered old fashioned to send their significant others flowers and a note. But, since I know how you get stuck in your office sometimes, I thought they might make you smile.
Daisy’s and Forget-me-nots…they mean – I have found my loyal and true love.
I will admit that I’m not very good at writing these kind of things, but, I wanted you to have something more than a card written by the florist…no matter how many times they offered to write it for me…
I know that I can come across as intimidating, but Gladio tells me that my expression softens the moment I see you. Perhaps that means that I need to see you more often.
I will admit that I’ve stared at this blank page for I don’t know how long, and the best I could come up with to start with was, ‘Hey babe,’. Gods above I suck at these things.
At least that got you to smile a little. ♥
I wish I was with you, instead of all the way out here. I mean, the guys are cool and all to cuddle with in a tent, but I’d rather be holding you in my arms instead. You’re so much softer than Gladio, and you nuzzle me better than Prompto.
What? I can’t help it I roll over and cling to the guys in my sleep! I keep thinking it’s you! ….and no, I haven’t tried to kiss them yet.
Speaking of kissing, have I ever told you that I love kissing you awake? I know it’s rare that I wake up before you do…but there’s something extremely adorable about the way you start kissing me back before you’re even fully awake. Then when you are awake, I get to kiss you deeper. And further along your skin. Specially that spot on your neck that gets you to moa–
Crap, Ignis is shooing me to bed.
I’ll write again soon. Would… would it be too silly to ask for you to write back? Umbra always knows how to find me.
I was watching Ragegaming videos of Monster hunter gen ultimate and when I remembered that hunters can send players flying with hammer, switchaxe or greatsword….
Imagine this as a battle tactic… Hunter launching Noctis or maybe even Gladio into the air for an aerial attack xD.
Hunter: Hey! Gladio!
Gladio: *grunt* What?!
Hunter: Rush me!
Gladio: What?
Hunter: Shut up and do it! I’m gonna give you leverage! *changes up their stance a little, repositioning their greatsword*
Gladio: *frowns, then blinks, realizing what they’re up to, and grins like a damned idiot*
Hunter: *has the same grin*
Ignis: This cannot be good….
Gladio: INCOMING! *rushes forward, leaps up to put his foot out–*
Hunter: *–catches, swings back a little, then swings forward like hitting a baseball*
Gladio: YYAAAHHH!! *attacks*
Prompto: Holyshitwhatthe?!?!
Noctis: *blinks* Uh….
Hunter: *pants* Right! *grin* Now Noct isn’t the only one that can ‘warp!’
Needless to say, the Hunter is now worn out and needs extra food from all the bro launching that day… XD
After I had a moment to ponder the fact that this was IN FACT very real, and sitting in my inbox, my inner child – who just had her 16th birthday by the way – had a fit, and she wanted to retort to name calling.
But, I ignored her, and then proceeded to do this for a good 20 minutes:
Now, that I am over my giggle-fit that you gave me [Thank you so much for that by the way] and I have composed myself to the point of rational thinking, I’m going to throw a few things out there for you:
Do you ever think you will be done with fandom(s) entirely when you reach a certain age? Honestly, I don’t think you will. You will continue to enjoy, consume, and possibly create all the things for the fandoms you love. So, guess what, until I’m no longer able to speak, thanks to voice recognition software, I’m pretty positive that I will continue to create stories, and will more than likely become your Fandom Grandma.
Will you ever stop doing the things you like doing because you’ve been told to grow up? Again, I’m pretty sure that anyone that happens to tell you that ‘You’re too old for something’ you will literally give them the biggest fuck you by continuing to do so anyway, right? So guess what. *grin* I’m not stopping either.
If you were in my shoes – and you got this ask – would you think there was malicious intent behind it? And if so, would you QUIT a fandom, or doing something you like because of one person’s opinion? I don’t see your ask as malicious, or mean – I see it kind of as someone that’s asking me a serious question – so while in the beginning I did make fun of your ask – I am at this moment, treating it as you are being serious. So here is my serious answer:
No. I am not and do not think I ANYONE is ever too old.
I will write, create fanfiction and my own stories probably well into my 90′s – if I do reach that age for one, [Again, Fandom Grandma. =p] And two I plan on giving out tips, pointers, and positivity till I can’t anymore.
And I’m sure one day, in all this, I’ll probably move away from tumblr to the ‘next best thing’ but will I ever stop creating/being in fandoms? Nah. [Also it’s *you’re, not your. And please, try to use proper punctuation. Stop being lazy.]
I’m sure that this is coming from the fact that I updated my about me page – and you saw how old I am.
So, Hello then Anon-San. I am a 40 year old fangirl, and I will never ever be too old to create Fanfiction. I will never be too old to contribute to a fandom that makes me happy. I will be within fandoms till the day I can’t contribute anymore, and honestly–I hope you do the same.
People who make edits for fandoms work hard on them, they really do. They make them for themselves and for the fans of the character, ship. show, etc. They don’t make them to please everyone. If you don’t like the thing, don’t reblog the thing. Don’t reblog it and add your theories and rude comments. Enjoy the artwork or don’t touch it. Respect other peoples hardwork whether or not you agree with it.
Remember: I may not always be there with you, but I will always be there for you.
I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts.
May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.
I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.
Writers who may be feeling insecure out their own writing, yet still enthusiastically reblog and comment on someone else’s fic.
Writers who may struggle to find time to write their own stories, yet still read fics and take the time to let the writers know how much they like it in tags, asks, comments.
Writers who can appreciate and share a fic even though it might not be their ship or their “thing” because they respect the quality and the writer.
Writers who have tons of followers and share lesser known fics to help them get exposure.
Writers who have a small number of followers and will still reblog the popular fics.
Writers who will help another writer brainstorm or get through a tough part of their fic.
Writers who beta for other writers.
Writers who are kind and secure enough to support other writers.
I know how hard it is for you to keep a good attitude and a tender heart in a harsh world. But I need you to be the light in the darkness, the one who will not give in to negativity.
When you feel angry or hurt, or disappointed, come to me.
Don’t allow your emotions to prevent you from seeing all the wonderful things around you. Ask me, instead, to give you new sight to see the world through my eyes, and I promise you…
LOVE YOUR OCS!!! YOU DID GREAT ON THEM!! EVEN IF THEYRE OVERPOWERED!! EVEN IF THEYRE EDGY!! EVEN IF THEYRE CLICHE!! YOU PUT SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT INTO THEM AND YOU SHOULD LOVE THEM AND LOVE YOURSELF FOR MAKING THEM!!!
writer: this is one of my male characters! he cares about his guy friends and loves them deeply.
tumblr: oh! so he’s gay!
writer: uh…no, he’s attracted to women.
tumblr: ….so he’s bi!
writer: uhh…no…….he loves his guy friends but he’s not romantically/sexually attracted to them.
tumblr: ….so you’re homophobic.
writer:
Healthy male friendships are almost as rare in mainstream fiction as gay male relationships, and maybe more rare in fanfiction. Let men be wonderful friends without pushing a romantic relationship, just like men and women should be able to be wonderful friends without the pressure of a romantic relationship.
*AGGRESSIVELY SLAMS REBLOG UNTIL I DIE*
This is literally the reason men are so terrified of being open about loving each other platonically, because they don’t want people to assume they’re gay just because they can be supportive of their fucking friends
Does anyone else have that one fanfiction that they’re dying to to write but it’s like, mega long and basically a whole universe, and then you’ve got head-cannons to go with that fanfiction and like fanfiction to go with that fanfiction an back-stories for every character and you get frikin’ feels about that universe and it’d be the most coolest thing if you could just be bothered to frikin’ write it.
Just remember that your favorite character started out as an original character that no one knew. You fell in love with them anyways though didn’t you? When you make an OC you’re creating a whole person and their likes, dislikes, features, and life experiences. It’s like making a baby but cheaper.
I just wanna let y’all know that you do fanfic tropes all of the time, we just don’t describe them like beginning writers do. You:
Push your shoes off with your toes or with the tip of your shoe, most likely. Props for drama if you yank your converse or your vans or your boots off like a soldier in a scyfi drama, but otherwise, you’re “toeing your shoes off”
Humans are much better at dissecting scents than we give ourselves credit for. If you sit there long enough, you could dissect how your friend smells. I smell like “old, beat up cars, the sour citrus he isn’t supposed to have, and something musty and natural and unique to him that clings to all of his clothes.” In order that’s old flannel, three day old hair mousse, and fish tank water. Smells like cigarettes and oils cling to your clothes, stuff like fishtanks and the food in your kitchen seeps into your belongings. Don’t feel bad about describing scents, people carry our houses with us everywhere.
Have you ever pet someone else’s hair? That’s “carding your fingers through.” That’s it. It’s the same thing.
Ever walked around barefoot? Its three am and you’re trying to make Dark Lunch? You’ve padded around. You signal to other people nonverbally whether its coughing or sighing that you’re there so that you don’t scare them.
Smirking is a thing most of us do with our face. Grinning, looking cheeky, and raising our eyebrows are also all things your face does. Sorry
You might not get this if you’re a straight girl whose never had sex, but sometimes that little strip of skin between ya shirt and ya hips? The mouth can go there. That’s an intimate place to touch and its a vulnerable place to be exposed. Overused maybe, but a valid way to show a shift in the situation.
We all sigh!! Are some of y’all really saying that sighing isn’t a thing you do ten thousand times a week?? You don’t sigh when someone says something stupid as shit?? You don’t sigh when you gotta get up??
SAID IS A VALID WORD
Everything on your face casts shadows, I’m sorry you have weak eyelashes, or that somehow your brows are flat with your eyeballs
People laugh silently! I’m sorry you’ve never laughed that hard!! People giggle! People snort! People double over and move and flail! Have you ever fucking laughed?
For that matter how do y’all not blush and can you teach me
I’d also like to say sorry if: your heart has never skipped a beat reading something terrible, or when you saw someone you liked even platonically, or if you’ve never been so surprised all you could do was blink, that you never looked at someone like you loved them, and that you somehow never fucking show any emotion in your voice or your posture at all
Tl;Dr: Some of y’all are dragging people for shit you don’t know how to describe and damn if you ain’t still reading things and then telling beginning writers that they’re describing impossible things and writing weirdly when y’all don’t even write shit, its obnoxious as hell. To y’all that do write and are aggressively against this post, I bet you sure as hell use EPITHETS INAPPROPRIATELY ANYWAY, DON’T YA?
Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell
This has evolved to one of fanfiction’s major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
When there’s a set of specific and intricate detail work and you just know the author is either drawing from life experience and knowledge, or that they spent a long time researching to get it just right.
A reframing of a well known metaphor or simile that makes you think of it in a new way.
An original metaphor or simile that you pause and admire for a while because it’s such a sweet turn of phrase.
Dialogue that you can hear perfectly because the phrasing is so on point.
The obvious love and care the author has for the character dynamics, plot and/or setting that shines through in every word, sentence and paragraph.
DO YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF WRITER’S BLOCK WHERE YOU ALREADY HAVE A PLOT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR HOURS UNTIL YOU FINALLY CLOSE THE DOCUMENT AND CURSE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE
the most fun thing about being a fic author is when you know what’s supposed to happen but when you go to write it you realise that, for the event to be plausible, you need to add another 2k of development and establish like six extra things before you can even get to the scene you need to write, and by ‘most fun’ I mean fuck everything someone take this fucking story away from me I’m on strike
Hey. You there. Aspiring author. Keep writing. The world needs your words. Every single author – big and small, indie and trad, young and old – once stood where you stand, wondering if they were kidding themselves. Keep going. You got this.
When you lose interest in a story that you’re writing but YOU HAVEN’T LOST INTEREST IN THE STORY, YOU’VE JUST LOST INTEREST IN THAT PARTICULAR PART THAT YOU’RE WRITING AND YOU WANT TO GET TO THE GOOD STUFF THAT YOU’RE ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN BUT YOU CAN’T DO THAT WITHOUT FINISHING THE BORING PARTS
when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings
when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much
when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago
getting recc’d
just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someone’s heart somehow
Getting yelled at for making someone cry
Being told your stuff inspired someone else to write
When people leave long thoughtful comments that tell you what parts of your writing they love, what parts stood out to them, what parts they could see in their mind as if they were there. Bonus points for quoting the sentences they loved and telling you why.
When people leave incoherent screaming comments because they’ve lost the ability to form words in response to your writing and so they just shriek at you instead.
When it helps others to see what they truly love about a charater and tour different views on that said character :3
When your readers just keep coming back.
* when people leave comments.
Making a friend because they read your work and started talking to you.
when people say they can hear the characters’ voices saying the dialogue you wrote
when people say they can imagine something like ‘that’ happening in canon
A message to all artists out there! By creating art, you are an artist. There’s no milestone you have to hit or skill level you need to be at. You can draw once every few years or finish writing a chapter a week. You can crochet goods only for your family or sell your music to hundreds. Nothing qualifies or disqualifies you, so you are most definitely an artist. 🎨✨
also, i really want there to be more vampires and so on who, instead of speaking in a charming, cultured, but vaguely old-fashioned way because they are a 275-year-old consciousness in an undead, unaging 19-year-old body, talk in embarrassingly misapplied or outdated slang and pop culture references in a failed effort to blend in with their apparent peer group
…or who speak pretty normally most of the time, but lapse into saying stuff like “GOD’S WOUNDS, YOU CUR“ when they get upset enough
vampires who got turned 30 years ago and still say “radical”
vampires who just use WAY too much 90s slang. vampires who say “booyah” when they get too excited.
vampires who mix all slang from the past 5 centuries mercilessly within the same breath and don’t even try to stop it anymore.
Unhand me, you egg-sucking, lily-livered, jive-talking, whackadoo. Foul villain! Cur! I bite my thumb at thee, you ugly motherfucker, so hasta la bye bye, daddy-o!
This built me up so much them slammed me diwn so hard but so good I aint even mad 😂
Hungry for Validation Writer Me: “It’s perfect let’s post it.”
Smarter Writer Me, to myself: “No, wait. We should read over it and then wait a few days. Read over it again and then ask if someone is willing to beta it. Otherwise it might be crap, ya know? We might’ve missed something.”
Hungry for Validation Writer Me: *stares blankly at self before starting to scream quietly, slowly getting louder the longer I sit there*
Smarter Writer Me: “No—just wait a second—”
Hungry for Validation Writer Me: *screams louder, inching the mouse towards the publish button*
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