#i know ignis is sick of him

[cloggedarteri]

♡noctis is the kind of uncle who likes to take his niece of out school early without telling ignis and he's gotten in trouble because of it more than once...at least the first few times he'd been caught he had the decency to look guilty but then after a while he doesnt even seem bothered when ignis so happens to be in the office just watching steal away with his daughter

♡noctis is the kind of uncle who will sign himself up for his niece's school trip as a chaperone and acts surprised that people are shocked that he'd come to accompany them to the capital garden...hes like what do you mean, thats my baby! of course imma be her trip partner

♡of course hes gonna get in trouble for saying that because someone choose to quote him out of context

sure ignis looks iriated when he shows him the magazine with the bold title "PRINCE NOCTIS, FATHER!?"

but noct doesnt regret it for a second

because his niece is HIS baby

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

A Potion in Moonlight: Ignis Scentia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Self-deprecating thoughts, gentle sex, dick riding

Jealousy bubbled in your stomach like the contents inside of a cauldron, steamy bitterness clogging your throat and self-esteem venting out of any open hole. Your eyes slowly dropping from the crowds surging through Lestallum streets to your feet, following everyone’s feet instead of looking where you were actually heading.

Being surrounded in Lestallum by big, brilliant, beautiful and powerful women was sure to dampen your mood. You felt so small, so weak, so fragile and so exposed as if all of your flaws were worn on your arm. You hated this feeling swelling in your chest. Your cheeks flared and burned up with jealousy, tears threatening to at your eyes.

Six, it felt like a million needles were stabbing right into your eyes.

Why were you here? Why were you with them? Why was someone like you placed on this mission? How did King Regis look at you and ask you to travel with the prince and company?

You felt so honored at the time, but now, you feel as though this is just a scam to show you how worthless you really are.

You could feel gazes on you, burning your skin with their glares, whispers mulling your ears, your heart pounding against your chest. You felt dizzy. You felt sick.

“(Y/n), are you feeling alright?” Ignis suddenly asked, cutting through your inner breakdown.

You looked up, eyes probably bloodshot and nose threatening to leak with your lips parted. Ignis stood before you - the three others behind him, offering content smiles - green eyes shooting right through you, only making you want to bury yourself deep underground and never come out.

You felt ashamed to be under his gaze, looking at you as if he were a disappointed mother.

Instead of offering him a direct answer, Ignis instead pulling off one of his driving gloves to press it to your forehead, then cheeks respectively. He hummed, slipped back on his glove and nodded towards the hotel you all were staying in.

“A small fever perhaps. Best we get you to bed for some rest,” he hummed contently. “Perhaps Jared will know what may be wrong with you if you wish?”

“I…” you breathed out, only to find yourself unable to confess your feelings in front of everyone. So, you only nodded. “Sure. Maybe.”

Ignis reached down without second thought and pulled on your hand, tugging you towards the hotel with the three others leading.

Your hand burned. It didn’t belong in his hand, you didn’t belong with him. You hated how you wanted to rip your hand away, coil up in the darkness and never come out. You wanted to hide from the world. You didn’t deserve this, and you didn’t deserve him.

A cold rush of air made you wince before you found yourself in the lobby of the hotel. Your feet never stopped to enjoy the nice ocean blue painted walls or the nice white marble floors that were waxed to perfection, you were just pulled to the elevator and were taken directly back to your room.

You all had split two rooms, yourself and Ignis is one room while Gladio, Noctis and Prompto took the other…

At least you had some privacy, in case you did have a breakdown in front of Ignis. Six, you already felt like you were able to breakdown right about now.

“Just lay down love, I’ll be there in just a moment,” Ignis purred softly in your ear, squeezing your shoulders gently.

Ignis never entered the room, instead only joining the three in their room to probably snag a potion if your “sickness” were to turn sour. Your stomach twisted in knots as you looked at the light gray curtains, wanting to flow freely in the warm breeze, but the sealed windows didn’t give in to their wishes. The sun outside burned your eyes, your fingers moved on their own to snatch at the curtains and forcefully snap them shut, allowing them to dance as they slid closed, barring any sunlight to pour into the room.

You turned to the bed, sitting down on your usual side of the bed, back turned to the door. You didn’t lie down though, you just sat there, elbows on your knees, head down as you waited for Ignis’ return.

Maybe talking with him will help? He always appreciated when you were 100% honest with him, so this should be no different… Right? The cold, icy claws of guilt and worry started to creep up your spine, your thoughts clouding over to give in to their desires.

What if he sees you as a burden? A waste of time? What if he realizes that you are just acting like a spoiled child and leave you? What if they all get tired and leave you behind? Here in Lestallum?

You swore you could feel bile bubbling at the back of your throat.

The creak of the door opening made you open your eyes, realizing that your head was in your hands.

“Love, I know you aren’t sick,” Ignis sighed softly. The door closed behind him, you could hear his pointed, strong footsteps slowly walk off the hardwood floors onto the lush rug under the bed. “But I do know that you are unwell.” Ignis soon entered your vision out of the corner of your eye. He had a potion in hand that would go to no use now, so he set it next to him when he sat down. “Talk to me. Open up those locked doors to let me see and let me in.”

“I…” you whispered. You shook, started to tremble, body jerking when Ignis placed a calm hand on your back to rub soothing circles on your clothed skin. “I…” you whimpered, now sniffling.

“Kitten, there is no need to be so anxious. I’m here, I will not leave you,” he hummed.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you cried, finally opening the waterworks and letting the floodgates open.

Ignis was shocked at your sudden outburst, now kneeling before you and placing his firm hands on your knees while you cried into your hands.

“My love, please. What do you mean? Of course, you should be here. You belong with us, here.”

“No, I don’t Ignis.” You ripped your face away from your hands to look at him. His face softened when he saw yours coated with tears. “I’m not good enough to stand next to you or Prompto or Gladio, I shouldn’t even be in the Crownsguard.”

“(Y/n),” he murmured, his face painted with agony and sorrow.

“I don’t even know why I was appointed to be the healer of this group,” you sniffled, finally looking at the plush faux fur floor. “I don’t… I can’t grasp how-”

“Stop,” Ignis ordered. Your lips parted in shock, your eyes burning as you looked back up at your lover to see his face contorted int disappointment. His lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows arched defensively, nostrils threatening to flare, his green eyes making you feel like a misbehaving child that will get a scolding soon. “You belong here. You belong with us on the road to Altissia, you belong on this mission to help bring peace, you belong with me.” Ignis stood up, his thin figure looming over you, his shadow not feeling cold and unforgiving like you expected, but warm and inviting. Your lips trembled and quivered, your head following him on his journey up straight. “You deserve to be happy, love.”

His gentle hands cupped your jaw, thumbs rolling along your cheekbones and tracing the grooves in your cheeks to your chin. He brushed the hair from your eyes, wiped away the sticky tears matted to your face with the pads of his thumbs.

“Ignis,” you mumbled.

“Darling, I love you,” he sighed, tears brimming his own eyes. “Please, love, always know that.”

Ignis’ cheeks started to dust pink, his own lips trembling before he leaned down to press his lips to yours. Ignis’ hands shook on your jaw, quickly latching onto your back and grabbing handfuls of your clothing with rocking hands.

His hands guided your hips along his shaft, nails biting into your bare flesh as you yourself clawed at his bare chest. A soft moan pierced through you, the coil inside of you tightened, heat dripping through you like fire. Ignis winced, groaning and bucking his hips up, into nether lips, stretching you more.

You felt so full, your eyes lulling to the back of your head. You tilted your head back, hands clinging to Ignis’ shoulders as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock. Guttural moans, soft groans, and sharp gasps punctured through you.

Sweat matted hair clung to your face, your eyes closed, mouth agape.

The moonlight shined through the open window, light gray curtains finally fluttering and dancing in the warm Lestallum breeze. You could hear the sounds of the city in the night: Heels and boots on sidewalks, the distant beats of underground clubs, the power plant coming to life every now and again before silencing into a monotone hum. The pale moonlight shined through, illuminating the blanket of sweat that covered both of you.

It was peaceful, lulling you both into a deeper sense of calm despite the growing tensions inside both of you.

“(Y/n),” Ignis wheezed, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“I-Ignis.”

The headboard of the bed faintly pounded against the wall, soft thuds filling the room between your gasps and groans and moans. You were sure the three could hear what you were doing, but you knew they had no mind to 

Your hands moved from Ignis’ body to your, fingertips brushing over the delicate skin of the hickies and splotches left on your soft flesh, each one sensitive to your touch, fingers twitching and face flinching in pleasure as Ignis’ hands rose slowly from your hips to your breasts. He gently squeezed the underside of your breasts, fingertips digging into the squishy flesh.

“(Y/n),” Ignis moaned louder, the plush pillow under his head creeping over the sides of his face.

“Ig-Iggy!”

The headboard started to pound a litter harder, soft thuds now becoming obvious harsher thuds. They wouldn’t wake a normal sleeper, but light sleepers around you were probably annoyed now.

You faintly heard the three snickering in their room, your eyes glaring at the wall behind you only to shirek softly, grabbing your own flesh and hunching over. You felt yourself come undone on his cock, Ignis only whimpering and whining as he slowly pumped his penis in and out of you. You could feel his length twitching and shuddering inside of you.

He was close.

You uncurled your back, eyeing his seductively before pushing a strand of sweaty hair away from your face. Your other hand came down to his tight abdomen starting to slowly become slippery with your slick running down the length of his cock. He was whining, grasping at whatever he could to get off. You, your breasts, your hips, and soon the sheets coated in your mixed sweat until he found himself bucking up harshly into you, warmth pooling and coating your insides white. You cried out, head tilting back and mouth agape while Ignis moaned hoarsely below you.

You collapsed on top of Ignis, rolling over until your head was against his chest, you face pointing towards the cool breeze brushing against your heated skin. It felt divine against your sensitive skin.

A ray of moonlight shined through the open window, and through your fatigued gaze over the rise and fall of Ignis’ firm chest, you could see the potion glinting beautifully in the soft light. You found yourself quickly lulling to sleep, the sound of Ignis’ slowing heartbeat and the calm sound of the city outside were just perfect enough for you to shut your eyes, and breathe in the scents of your lover beside you, nuzzling your nose into his chest and finally passing out.

[sleepyheadnat]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Word count: 675

Cleaning up the rubble of the old Citadel years after the fact, Cindy ended up finding something unexpected—a broken leather string tied to a rusty little plaque in the middle. A dog tag. With Noctis's name, age, sex and blood type engraved on it.

It had been a stupid thing, really. Noctis and Prompto had still been in high school at the time and a fair had hit the town. The gunslinger—18 years old and having never held a gun at that point—convinced them to get matching ones from a stand so their whole Royal Retainer "thing" would, quote on quote, "Feel more legit". And now here Noctis's lied, in the ruins of the place where he had fallen. How very fitting.

That silly town's fair trinket was now akin to the prince's inheritance. But there was no fight for its possession—the other two decided on Ignis immediately. And Ignis took it, and he clung to it. It hadn't been easy for any of them—much less for himself—to see their formerly composed and seemingly unshakable companion, their "mom", kneeling on the dusty ground, gripping the dog tag in both hands like his life depended on it, sobbing openly and bitterly like a child.

He began wearing it around his neck—fixed the string with the utmost care. Aranea would catch, out of the corner of her eyes, how he would sometimes hold it between fingers, stroke it while whispering soothing mantras to get himself to calm down when whatever creature lived in his head started acting up. In moments like those it settled in her—the truth she had long realized and accepted way before he had gotten down on one knee before her: Aranea had married a broken man. Fit her just right, though; she wasn't any less broken than he was.

Maybe too many blows to the head will do that to you, but she found it harder and harder to discern reality in her mind. She would spend minutes trying to separate her dreams—and nightmares—from the prior night from her actual life, try to make sure that the memory she was playing in her mind was an actual memory and not a thought or a story someone had told her.

She would sometimes watch Ignis as he talked to her, stare at the scarred eyes behind his glasses, follow the movement of his lips and wonder to herself who was this man talking to her so intimately and why did he feel so familiar. Some mornings, she would leap out of bed when she saw him and reach for a spear that was not there. Ignis would gently, lovingly coax her into believing that yes, they were married, this was her house, she was safe. No, the war had ended long ago, they didn't have to worry about that. Niffelheim? No, they were in Insomnia, she had defected from the Empire years ago. Why was the Sun up? It was because the True King had sacrificed himself to bring the Dawn back. The world was saved.

And, as sick and twisted as it was (because it was very sick and twisted), the few tears that would sometimes escape Ignis as he said those words aloud would at times turn out to be just the thing that spurred Aranea's memories back. She would come out of her episodes just in time to see her husband try to hide his sadness. But Aranea, always one to have things done her way, would have none of that. And, as sick and twisted as it was, comforting him helped ease her mind away from painful memories and destructive thoughts.

In a sick, twisted, miraculous way, having to care for each other's burdens helped ease their own pain. It was easier to be strong when you had someone who depended on you, warmth was easier to find with arms holding you or another body lying beside your own in bed. Yes, married life suited them just fine—to live is to suffer, but at least they weren't suffering alone.

—

This is a little segment of a HighSpecs fic I began writing in late 2022/early 2023. I never got around to finishing it,—and I want to! I just don't know when I'll have the time—but this section was completed and self-contained enough that I felt like sharing it by itself for now, while the rest of the fic remains a WIP.

[baji-sideblog]

Ignis your coworker

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Adam looked at his ring and his new wife next to him, Amber was a nice woman but she wasn’t his soulmate. His soulmate has long since passed away, and on that day he made a wrong call. His parents arranged this marriage to help him feel better, less lonely, but it wasn’t making him feel anything. But he couldn’t divorce Amber, he’d bring shame to his parents and wife. Before he knew it she gave birth to their son Ignis half dragon half jellyfish. He was an adorable baby, but guilt filled his soul every time he looked at him. He felt like he wasn’t allowed to love him.

So he kept to himself away from the two of them, he gave Amber the ownership of the company his father gave him. He couldn’t run it not when he could barely leave his room. Ignis did his best to get his father’s attention getting fantastic grades, joining tons of sports teams, becoming student council president, everything and anything he could think of. He had won tons of awards just to get any recognition but nothing. His mother was super proud of him, that was at least comforting to him. As he grew up he tried talking to Adam to try to build some sort of relationship, but Adam just cried and said he couldn’t. Not when he lost someone so important and made a bad decision in the past.

Ignis screamed at his father how he was heartless and cruel, how his mother deserved better, how he should just drop dead. Before storming out of the room to cry his father didn’t deserve to see him at his vulnerable. Soon he joined the company and started working that’s when he bumped into Tris, something about him enraged him. Maybe it’s how he looked as pathetic as his father, but there was something.

So he decided to target him especially after he found out more about him. Trying to whoo you was obvious choice to hurt him. And at first he didn’t care about you, it was just to hurt Tris, but before he knew he started to wonder when his feelings became real. How he fell for you without even realizing it.

When you came back from your sick days to yell at him about the fake photos he sent you, he looked at you with shock and horror.

“Wait they were fake?! I had gotten them from Juilie in accounting she didn’t have your number so she sent them to me since she knew I had it.”

Pulling out his phone he showed you the text message and you pause feeling even more confused and tossed around.

“Wait so you didn’t tamper with them? But why would she?”

“Well probably cause she likes Tris I mean we both know how she isn’t the friendliest person with most people expect Tris.”

“I guess..I haven’t really interacted with her.”

“I see, well you two are in different departments. Don’t worry I’ll handle her this is a serious breach in our policies. For her to send fake evidence to sabotage one of my most important workers, you. You just go ahead and take your break while I handle her.”

“I well..”

“Listen it’s just for your own safety. I don’t want her going bananas and blaming you. After all if she was so willing to lie to me to hurt you, I don’t want to think of what else she would do.”

“You’re right, thanks Ignis.”

“Of course, now run along I’ll text you when she’s gone.”

After you leave Ignis sighs with relief he’s glad he came up with a backup just in case, seeing as this plan is an obvious failure. Throwing some poor bystander under the bus was easy, especially if it meant keeping himself in your good graces. He’d do anything to keep that in tact. Looks like though he’ll have come up with a better plan. For now best to focus on firing Juilie like he said he would, he can’t disappoint his future spouse now.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

[dale-gekarios]

Latin Spell chants for BG3

I did not make this list! It was made by ExoZilla in r/BaldursGate3 but I wanted to share it here! This list is from early access, so it only has up to level 2 spells, but honestly the chants stay similar for higher level spells. Some of these might have also changed since EA so take that with a grain of salt, anywhere here’s the original post:

Disclaimer: I do not speak Latin. Some of my spelling/translations/syntax are going to be wrong. Most of them are from Wikipedia, random websites, and context clues. Also, if anyone knows the chants I wasn't able to translate/translate correctly, feel free to correct me.

Cantrips:

Fire Bolt- Ignis (Fire)

Ray of Frost- Glacies (Ice)

Acid Splash- Acido (Acid)

Blade Ward/Guidance/Thaumaturgy- Maior et Fortior ("Greater and Stronger")

Chill Touch- Timere ("Be afraid!")

Dancing Lights/Light/Produce Flame- Fiat Lux/Sol Invictus (“Let there be light”/“Unconquered sun”)

Eldritch Blast- Dolor* (Mental/Physical Pain)

Mage Hand- Veni et iuva me ("Come and help me!")

Poison Spray- Venenum (Poison)

Resistance- Resisto ("I resist")

Sacred Flame- Incende ("Set fire!")

Shillelagh/Flame Blade- Para bellum/Canto te ("prepare for war"/"I enchant you”)

Shocking Grasp- Fulgor (Levin or flash)

Thorn Whip- Flagellum, Flagello/ ?? verum (to flagellate, whip/"?? sweep")

True Strike- N/A

Friends- N/A

1st level Spells:

Armor of Agathys/Barkskin/Bless/Enhance Ability/Jump/Mage Armor/Shield of Faith- Macte virtute ("Be blessed with virtue")

Arms of Hadar/Inflict Wounds- Morere ("Die!")

Animal Friendship- Obedi me/Obeus temeum lupum ("Obey me"/??)

Bane/Ray of Enfeeblement- Tu est nihil (“You are nothing”)

Burning Hands/Scorching Ray- Ardere (To burn)

Charm Person- Impero te/Tempora muntante ("I rule you”/“Temporary change”?)

Color Spray/Blindness- Te occludo oculos/Caecus te("I blind your eyes"/"I blind you")

Command/Ensnaring Strike/Sleep- Impero tibi (“I rule you”)

Create Water- Lues/Aqua pura (Plague, pestilence?/“Clean water”)

Cure Wounds/Healing Word- Te curo/Vis medicatrix* (“I cure you”/"healing power")

Destroy Water- Arescere/Arere decimos ("Become dry"/"Become ten times as dry"?)

Disguise self- Mutatis mutandis/Omnia mutatio (“With things changed that should be changed”/“Change it all”)

Dissonant Whispers- Dolor ("Mental/Physical Pain")

Entangle- Voco vinae/Vinum est et gloriat ("I call forth vines"/??)

Faerie Fire- Te video/Ubi est ("I see you”/“Where are you?”)

False Life/Aid- Vitae extollato/Dum vita est spes est ("Life raised"?/"While there is life, there is hope")

Feather Fall- Non fit injura/Se neme ("There will be no injury/harm"/??)

Find Familiar/Goodberry/Moonbeam- Ex textura (“Weave from the outside”?)

Fog Cloud- Voco nubes ("I call forth clouds")

Grease- Voco arvina ("I call forth grease")

Guiding Bolt- Facula/Flagra ("Little torch"/"Blaze/be inflamed")**

Hail of Thorns- Dia denum (??)

Hellish Rebuke/Flaming Sphere/Spike Growth- Ira et dolor ("Wrath and pain")

Hex- Maledicus/Te exsecror (Abusive, scurrilous/“I curse you”)

Hunter’s Mark- Est praedae mae/Mos certa (“You are my prey”/"Certain death"?)

Longstrider/Expeditious Retreat- Proprae/Ocior/Citium (??)

Magic Missile- Tormentum (a piece of artillery/missile)

Protection from Good and Evil- Tueor/vincit qui patitur (To watch over, protect/“he conquers who endures”)

Ray of Sickness- Inficio ("Infect")

Speak with Animals- Amicus animales/Loqui ut tibi placet (“friend of animals“/“To speak as you please”?)

Tasha’s Hideous Laughter- Rezum teniates??/Reza sabuntat?? (??)

Thunderwave/Shatter- Detono (Thunder/"Expend one's thunder")

Witch Bolt- Harures (??)

*Non-Tav/NPC exclusive line

2nd level spells:

Blur- Incomodo?/Nullus sui ("Inconvenient"?/"None of him/her/them")

Darkness- Tenebrum/Umbra (Darkness/Shadow)

Darkvision- Lux en tenebra/Secretum curaro (“Light in darkness”/??)

Detect Thoughts- Video veritatem/Virtus est scientia (“I see the truth”/“Virtue is knowledge”)

Hold Person- Non movere/Ad lapide (“You do not move”/“To stone!”)

Invisibility/Pass Without a Trace- Evanesco/Invisibilis (To vanish, disappear/ self-explanatory)

Lesser Restoration- Te absolvo/Vincere est vivere (“I absolve you”/“To conquer is to live”)

Melf’s Acid Arrow- Dissolvae (Self-explanatory)

Mirror Image- Fronte nulla vides/Mundus vult decipi ("No faith in the front"?/“The world wants to be deceived”)

Misty Step- Inveniam viam/Ad alibi (“I will find a way”/"To elsewhere")

Prayer of Healing- Fiat voluntas Dei/Ad maiorem Dei gloriam (“May God’s will be done”/“For the greater glory of God”)

Protection from Poison- Résistance venenum (“resist venom/poison”)

Silence- Silencio (Self-explanatory)

Web- Voco arenea ("I call forth a spider's web")

[chainofhyrule]

So I remember sending this to you a while ago when you still had ignis, right? I made the ficlet I wrote twilight, but honestly? I think Legend might fit the bill a little better.

Legend with an anemic reader.

I mean think about it:

Depressed bunny man sees the only person he looks forward to seeing on a daily basis freezing because they're anemic (but he doesn't know that).

He's like, are you sick? Why tf are you so cold? and readers just like well I have a chronic illness lmao

Cue him shooting up and being like "chronic huh?????" like that one family feud meme

I'm sorry but I get giddy thinking about this. He's the black cat lover in the relationship, 100%

And his favorite person, i.e. the only person he actually likes-- could be dying (not really but that's what he thinks lmao)????? He can't just let it slide, oh no. Not when it's you.

So bunny man does what bunny man thinks is best. Your anemia becomes your free coupon for unlimited cuddles, any time of day (He would fight god himself if god tried to tear you off of him)

Trinkets. Might give you little things like hand warmers or gloves or fuzzy socks or even his hat in a pinch, just to keep your hands and feet warm (let it be known his hat is only for your hands. Feet gross him out, I don't make the rules)

And when he finally understands what anemia really is, he's momming you into eating properly. He's a mom friend, the mom in the relationship, you've called him mom before literally just to fuck with him.

"You're fucking eating it even if I have to pin you down and shovel it in your face because I fucking will" (I personally headcanon that he has the mouth of a sailor. It just fits)

"Eat, goddamnit, I don't want you getting sick"

"Did you take your iron this morning? No? You're taking it. Now."

Will stand up randomly to fetch an extra blanket if you're still cold.

"Shut up. I didn't get up for nothing, don't get used to it" he'd scoff as he wraps you up in it and grumpily kisses your forehead.

Totally lets you sleep in his bedroll with him.

...And fucking hates it when you put your cold feet against his legs, or your freezing fingers on his neck. Screams like a bitch. Everyone in the camp has heard it; Wars actually started calling him princess at one point and it almost ended in bloodshed.

"...You're gonna get it, you little shit," he'll growl at you when you make him scream like that. But he can't resist your cute face and that sweet, innocent giggle, can he?

...No, of course not.

Bunny man who has a black cat personality has my heart💖

NO BUT WHY DO I NEED THIS???

I have reread this like a least a DOZEN times by now and HHHHHHHHHH—

HELLO?

Just imagine him being so reluctantly sweet about it though 😭😭😭

Recruiting the others to keep an eye on you (I’d hc only Rulie or Wars) when he has to go do something. On some of the better days he still has a tendency to fuss. On the worse ones, you’d best bet your ass you ain’t doing anything unless it’s absolutely necessary. Time must chide him many times that your aren’t fragile, but in his mind it’s only “mustcareforynmusttakecareofynmustnotletynstrainthemselves—WHYAREN’TTHEYWEARINGTHEGLOVESIGAVETHEM???”

poor bby would revert to the bunny “must care for the kit and keep kit warm” function and would rather die than admit it 😭😭😭

best bet under that glove is a magic cold-resistant ring of some sort 🤭

[freezerbnuuy]

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Eli

"Oh, goodness, no," she says, laughing. "I don't think anything could fight your sister and survive."

Griselda takes off immediately, still a little spooked by that snake. We pass the two mansions. The red-brick one is enormous, guarded by lion statues. The blue one has a majestic horse statue outside.

I come across the little village the woman with the snake mentioned. This one is more built-up than the last one, with stone houses and some kind of fanciful tower. I knock loudly on the gate and a man with short brown hair answers, narrowing his eyes at me.

"You don't have any magic on you, boy. What are you doing here?"

"Uhh…I'm Elijah Annorin. Áine's younger brother. Oskar adopted us years ago, and he died years ago. I'm a woodworker. She has a partner named Reynold, who's a werewolf, her favourite spell is Ignis, and - please tell me that's enough. We haven't spoken in so long."

Áine

As well as writing a letter for my dear daughter, I'm drafting up lesson plans at the moment. Some of them are focused on Wild magic. If Glimmerbrook and Henford are to erupt into conflict, then I want the students to know how to defend themselves no matter what it may take. There's a knock on the door. Is Reynold back so soon?

"I really missed you, Áine."

No. It's...

 "Eli!"

"You could have responded to my letters more often, Áine."

And just like that, my chest floods with guilt. I genuinely didn't mean to not get back to him. It's not been all that long in the grand scheme of things, but he looks a little older and a lot stronger these days.

"Eli, I'm terribly sorry. I got busy with various things, and I - I'm making excuses. Well, you're here now - what did you come here for? I assume it's to do with Owen? Violeta told me a few things."

Eli's expression remains solemn as he talks, though I expected him to be panicking more than he is.

"I figured I owed you an explanation - and a warning. I saw it all happen."

Strangely, he recounts what he saw as if he watched it from miles away, with a kind of emotional distance that's unusual for him. He says the rumours of the gryphon are true - Owen has a gryphon familiar. I'd heard many tales of magical creatures kept in orbs to do one's bidding; come to think of it, that might explain why he owns such an old creature.

Eli tells me that Owen and his gryphon Valravn have a close bond, and that she can speak telepathically. He mentions Owen losing his medical license, something to do with using magic in his remedies and treatments without a patient's knowledge or consent.

Eli says that Owen practically boiled Eduardo Volpe alive with a powerful Fulguris spell - and using the wand Eli crafted for him. To see the power of fire at a witch's fingertips was nothing too strange, but to see a spellcaster brave enough to channel lightning...

Fire has been man's best friend alongside dogs since ancient times, but we still know comparatively little about 'electric magic'. For millennia, it was seen as a punishment from the gods and goddesses. To wield the power of gods like that? I didn't think bloodline spellcasters could be so powerful.

"Your daughter bravely spoke up in Owen's defense, but she ran before she could see Owen kill Volpe. I checked on her. Don't worry, she's completely fine."

I admire Róisín's bravery, and I admire that she is willing to help out a fellow spellcaster - I just hope she will go careful whilst she does so. At least I can give Eli the letter to take back with him.

"I'm pretty worried about how this is going to affect Owen. I haven't seen him since it happened, but his medical work was such a big part of his life that I don't know how he'll cope without it. I don't know what's happening, but it's like his own magic has made him sick. Some days, he can't even get out of bed."

That's not something I've heard of outside of what happened to Reynold. I wonder if the powerful spell used to kill Volpe might have overpowered him, like Reynold's lunar shield did to him?

I think back to my lesson plans for the students and the potential rise in attendance that will come after all this has come to light - and that's when a candle flickers in my mind. I worried about possibly having to do this alone, but I realise that I don't have to.

"This is a bit of an odd question, Eli, but can your brother still cast spells safely?"

"He can sometimes, when he's careful about it. If he uses his wand or has Valravn with him, he can do a few spells. Either he doesn't know his own limits yet or he simply doesn't care - I don't know." Eli lets out a deep sigh. "Well, even if he can't treat patients anymore, I guess he can still work on his alchemical-"

Alchemy.

If he can't cast a lot of spells at once, we can work around that - but a dedicated alchemist would be perfect for my school...if I can get someone like him to join, that is.

"Do you think he might want to give me a hand? You see, I've just started a magic school for the younger witches. So far, I'm the only teacher."

"Oh. Oh! Áine, that's a perfect idea! I think it'd suit him down to the ground. Without anything to focus on, I think he'd lose his mind - and I think Lydia might throw him out of a window. He's taught apprentices before, so he has some experience. I reckon he might have some interest in the idea."

It's a weight off my chest knowing that I may possibly get some help. Of course, I've never met the man before, but he can't be as bad as everyone makes out - not if he was willing to sacrifice his life's work to protect witches. Even if he doesn't have it in him to teach every day, some help is better than none - and it can't hurt to have an ex-physician around.

I give Eli another letter to take with him, inviting his brother to Glimmerbrook. I don't know how a billionaire would fare out here in the middle of nowhere and nothing close to the luxuries he's used to, but it's worth a try.

"One moment - is Reynold not here with you?"

"He's out for the day," I explain. "Full moon night tonight - maybe if you're lucky you'll spot a werewolf on the way back."

"Werewolf?!"

"Don't worry, Eli. He knows you; he wouldn't hurt you."

 I hope Róisín is learning to cope with the full moon heightening her emotions. It's difficult enough to manage your feelings at her age without lycanthropy...

[platonic-activity]

Ignis Fatuus (Chapter 2)

Ignis Fatuus  (Foolish Flame)

Rating: PG, NC-17 in some chapters

Catagory: Novel, X-Files Fanfic, Diverging universe

Spoilers: Up to Amor Fati

Chapter 2

Mulder was itchy. 

His bandage probably needed to be changed. He couldn’t scratch it and the one person he needed to come over and look at it was in Chicago looking at old evidence. She was supposed to be back by now. She had expected to only be gone for two days, three max. The world moves on and Mulder sits on his couch anxious at being cooped up. He itched to shoot some hoops, go grab something to eat that wasn’t frozen dinners or toast. He was itchy to see her again. She had wrapped up yesterday morning. Was there a storm in the Midwest or something? He bounced his leg with impatience. 

He is relieved about one thing. He can no longer hear the thoughts of his neighbors. Initially, they had been so loud, both completely consumed with concerns that the other didn’t love them anymore and neither believing it should be their responsibility to make a loving gesture, terrified that it wouldn’t be reciprocated. It was enough to make him want to sob. He had taken to sleeping on his couch again to be further away from the wall he shared with them. 

Idly he mused that listening to them for two weeks taught him more than any psych class he took at Oxford. Being sick at home was enough without the mental anguish of complete strangers. 

His ability was leaving him. 

The steady decline had begun the moment he woke up in the hospital with Scully sitting next to him. Her intense concern was so overpowering and all-consuming that he was barely able to accurately asses how he felt. He hit the morphine button to escape it drifting quickly into oblivion with his soft hand clasped in his. By the time he was home a few days later, he could only sense people nearby and the strength at which he could read her emotions had dimmed. He could at least tease them apart from his own.

He was relieved. Really, he was. It was an impossible way to live. Though he would hold the few memories of Scully’s mind in his heart for the rest of his life. The moment she finally believed him he could read her mind. The immediate shocking fear coursed through her. The painful vulnerability. He hadn’t even tried to get her to stay or to reassure her. He wanted her to get to safety as much as she did. 

He wasn’t surprised when she called him later that night asking if he could read her mind over the phone.

“You can’t check my bandage over the phone, Scully.” He had teased. She was quiet. 

“Can you control it?” She whispered

What are you afraid that I will find out, Scully?

“Only a little bit. I wish I could. If I am actively thinking about something then everything else fades away but if my mind wanders even a little bit then it is there and I can’t really prepare for it or anticipate it.” 

Silence

“You believe me.” it wasn’t a question. He knew. He would love to hear her admit it, though.  

“Well, I certainly didn’t say out loud that I was hungry and that I wanted Fretelli’s pasta.” She chuffed. “And I have a sneaking feeling that if I had been facing you, you wouldn’t have responded. You didn’t want me to know, did you?”

“For one, you always want pasta so it’s not that much of a reach,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. “I did want you to know, to believe me. What I didn’t want was to intrude upon your privacy.” He sighs. “You know, contrary to popular belief I don’t go around profiling the people in my life.” 

They had spent the next hour talking about his poor selfish tortured neighbors. It was safe territory. 

The next week became a routine for them. Scully would stop by and actively think a conversation at him. He suspects it was her way of controlling the thoughts he could read. Then she would leave quickly, only staying to accomplish what could not be done over the phone. 45 minutes later she would call. It worked… only a little. She doesn’t need to know that. 

She would check his pulse, take his blood pressure, inspect his bandage… check that he was taking the correct medications. He had always thought that his pulse was difficult to find because she often started over again. He now knows that she loses track of what she is doing because of their close proximity. Fascinating. Apparently, the skin on the inside of his wrist is quite distracting. He wonders what else is distracting about him. 

Her subconscious thoughts rise to the surface when she is counting or listening for the diastolic and systolic heartbeats. She wonders if he will ever get up the courage to kiss her. His eyes shot up at that looking at her perfectly pink plump lips. Does she know that she just thought that? He dragged his gaze up to her wide eyes. 

That night she did not call. She definitely knows he heard it. 

Itchy. Impatient. Mentally anguished. Haunted by the waves of powerful emotion he now knows exists inside of his stoic and collected partner at all times. Astounding. Perhaps more elusive than any criptid. The flashes of her eyes leading him like a Will-o’-the-wisp into certain ruin. 

He considers his limited distractions, porn, a basketball game on TV, maybe a game of solitaire… when he finally hears shuffling at his door. He listens closely to hear a knock that never comes.

[winters-mistress]

Moonlight and Rosepetals

By now, Ciri is convinced that Geralt arms are the safest place in the world. Being held by arms so thick and muscular and warm, being pressed against a solid, secure chest that dwarves her and keeps her protected and hidden from the world and all its failures. He had started out as a protector, an enigma that was strong and sturdy and grizzly and grumpy, but over the months he has mellowed into this protective, attentive, gentle giant that spends hours in the evening holding her close to ward off the cold air.

Her eyes close and she leans her weight onto the witcher. She's laying on his chest, his arm around her, using him as a large pillow. Geralt doesn't seem to mind, he only brings her closer. He doesn't notice the increase of weight, of course, she's puny compared to his size and stature. His arm shifts across her shoulders, pulling her closer as he relaxes on the chaise they've found themselves in after a lovely dinner of salmon that Coën and Eskel had caught that morning, with buttery potatoes, roasted root vegetables and a firey vinnegary sourkraut that nearly blew her socks off. Lambert's creation, of course.

Speaking of the red headed devil;

"Look at you, mother hen." He says, a boyish grin on his lips as he watches the two of them together. "Who would have thought that the thing that would tame the great white wolf would be a little lion cub."

Geralt's eyes open slowly, and he leans his head over to his brother at a leisurely pace. "Even the pup could put you on your ass, knobhead. She'd go for the throat, mind you." He rumbles, smirking.

Lambert throws up both middle fingers. "Could not." He grumbles. "Little one can't even pull an Igni."

"Maybe not, but she can blast you to hel if she wants to." He smirks as Lambert flips him off again.

"Fuck off. Go back to cradling your pup, mother hen. We all know how you act when the slightest chill goes through these halls. You attack her with a swaddle of blankets so much so the poor kid nearly suffocates." Lambert rumbles, grinning as Geralt rolls his eyes and huffs. "Can't have the pretty little princess getting sick, now, can we?"

"Even if she was, she'd still be well enough to thrash the likes of you. Didn't she get a hit on you a couple days ago on the training grounds?"

"Lucky shot." Lambert grumbles. "Can't properly attack the kid, now, can I? Or you'll have my balls as souvenirs."

Geralt chuckled loudly, throwing the empty bottle at Lamberts head, the whole room laughing when it bounces off his forehead and clatters to the floor.

"Dickhead!"

[phantomyre]

I really hope they don’t retcon it and make Vincent Sephy’s father. That would imply that Vincent and Lucretia’s relationship was more than what it actually was— one sided! In the OG ff7, it was unrequited love on Vincent’s part. Dirge retconned that, so their relationship ended up being some “star crossed lovers” scenario. Obviously Vincent is a daddy but not in the literal sense😂

I don't think they will, and frankly they shouldn't either. Aside from the fact that it's canon and well documented in the Ultimania, making Vincent Sephiroth's father would create the following issues... 1. It would undermine Sephiroth's tragic past with how a mad scientist abused and used his own son for scientific gain. 2. It would redeem Hojo from this act and place more unnecessary blame onto Vincent. 3. Face-meshes are reused all the time. For example, Ifrit and Ignis have the same face-mesh, yet no one is saying they're related. Tifa and Elena seem to share the same face-mesh as well, yet no one is jumping to conclusions about them being related. 4. People forget Hojo was once young as well and we don't really know what he looked like in his 30s. And they also forget Vincent is immortal and cannot age. Fairly sure Vincent would look a bit ragged also if he were Hojo's age. 5. Making Vincent the father would make Vincent look very irresponsible and would completely erase his selfless personality. 6. It's more compelling to have a story where a mad scientist uses a child for corrupt gain and another man have compassion for that same abused child, even though that child is the son of his most hated enemy. 7. Vincent's love for Lucrecia is unrequited as you mentioned, and Lucrecia even stated "I finally found my true feelings, even if you may never understand them..." If she truly was in love with Vincent, why would she think he wouldn't understand her? Vincent is a selfless man who wouldn't go sleeping with another man's wife, especially when she had already denied his proposal for marriage. He respected her decision and only wished for her happiness. Now I wouldn't put it passed Hojo to have possibly crossed Vincent and Sephiroth's genetics at some point for whatever sick plan he had in mind, and this might be something they could implement to explain the facial similarities. However, according to the timeline, Sephiroth was already born by the time Vincent was shot by Hojo. Lastly, SE is leaning in very hard on Sephiroth's tragic past aka Ever Crisis. My assumption is that they want us to finally understand Sephiroth and why he is such a tragic character-- and why he became a monster. It would make our final battle with him that much more poignant, knowing what he once was, what he went through, and what he had become. I think this aspect of Sephiroth's story is very important, and Hojo being his father is one of those backbones that they shouldn't change.

[shadowreader23]

Final Fantasy Replay fanfic part 1

i currently have final fantasy brainrot and wrote this on my lunchbreak.

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He was sat on the throne. He could feel his life slipping away being claimed by the crystal. It wasnt fair first hed lost 10 years of his life and now it was going to end. Hed missed so much and was going to miss so much more. But at least they would be safe. Everyone would be safe turning to look at his friends he gave them a small smile and drew his last breath. ------------------- The chocobo song was playing. The alarm clock blaring at him that it was time to wake up. The sun shone through the windows. Anf he was in his bed? What was going on? Was this it? his aftrerlife was just a replica of his old room? At least it was comfortable. With a groan he turned off the alarm and stood up realising something. He was shorter than he had been when he died putting his hands to his face he coukd feel no stubble. Making his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom he swore when he saw himself in the mirror. He looked just how he used to.... back at the begining before anything  was this the astrals cruel way of taunting him. Reminding him of the life he'd had?

"Noctis? are you awake?" A gentle voice called through the door. That voice. It was Iggy! Please dont let him have died as well Noctis begged the astrals as he approached the door and opend it. He did a double take. Iggy. He was like he was before. Young healthy happy and.... and he could see! Ignis could see again! Without realising what he was doing Noctis grabbed ignis and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Im sorry Ignis.... im so so sorry its my fault" Noctis wept into his friends jacket.

Ignis wrapoed his arms around Noctis. He had no idea what had occured to cause the prince to act like this Noctis wasnt really one to wear his heart on his sleeve like this or seek out comfort. He was worried.

"Noctis whatever is troubling you, you can talk to me about i promise i will listen"

"Thank you Specs" Noctis sniffled

"Hurry up we are going to be late" Gladio walked into the room in all his former young glory Towering above Noctis even more now than when he had died.

"Gladio you're here too?" Noctis choked out. Astrals had they all died when he did? Was he the reason they died? Did it not work did his death mean nothing and the scrouge and the Deamons still plauged the planet? He hadnt realised he was shaking till Ignis gently guided him to sit on the floor. "Is he sick or something?" Gladio asked Ignis looking at Noctis concerned. He hadnt seen his prince like this before.

"I dont know he was like this when i arrived"

"Thats not good we need to get going we dont want to miss our boat it woukd be typical of Noctis to be late for his own wedding. Gladio frowned

Wait his wedding? Did Gladio not remember? Judging by the looks on their faces neithier of them did. What was going on? Pulling himself together he forced the tears to stop and weakly stood up walking out the door the other two close behind. He was met with daylight and a fully intact and busy Insomnia.

Thats when he blacked out.

Gladio lunged foward and caught Noctis before his head hit the ground.

"I'll fetch the car he needs to see a doctor" Ignis went to fetch the car as Gladio stood cradling the unconcious prince in his arms. Something definitley wasnt right here. Noctis was fine yesterday and for whatever this was to come on so suddenly.... had someond poisioned him?

Ignis parked the car and Gladio climbed in the back seat buckling Noctis into the middle seat so he could support him during the journey.

"You'll be ok Noctis" Gladio said placing a hand on the Princes forhead checkinf for a tempreture as Ignis put the car in Gear and drove towords the hospital. ___________________ "Awaken king of stone" Noctis knew that Voice. His eyes flew open and he stood up finding himself in a place that reminded him of inside the crystal. A blue glow appeared before him and Shiva appeared in all pf her glory.

"Shiva what's going on?" He asked her

I have decided to intervene Young king. Last time it took to long and though your sacrife cleansed most of the Scrouge it did not clear it completley. I have decides to grant you another chance to fufil you mission" The astral informed him

"Go through ot all again just for me to lose 10 years of my life and die once more? No way" Noctis decided he couldnt. He wouldnt go through all of that again. "You misunderstand me king of stone. This is an opporunity to do it right. Try reasoning woth Ardym he was a good man once maybe he is still in there" Shiva finished

"Ardyn a good man?" Noctis didnt believe it

With a wave of her hand Shiva showed him what had occured between Sommus and Ardyn and how Aera had paid the ultimate price. Noctis hadnt known that.

"This is what i offer young king. You get another oppurunity to make this right finish your mission quicker this time and if you can convince ardyn to aid you against the scourge the two of you may yet survive"

"What happens if i dont?" Noctos asked

"You will die young king"

Noctis took a deep breath. Another chance to do things rightn to save everyone he could orevent ignis from going blind he could save Luna!

"I acept"

"Good i will send you back now, you will remember this encounter and to save you some time i will grant you acess to the arminger you had in your final battle with ardyn. Save you from having to find all those royal tombs"

With a wave of her hand Noctis felt power flow into him then she was gone. ___________ The Doctor hadn't found anything wrong with Noctis he had no idea what could have caused this to happen in the young prince. It wasn't poision or anything physical. So maybe it was magical? Using a device to read magic levels he held it over Noctis. There was nothing. Looking at Gladio and Ignis who were just as suprised as he was the Doctor scanned again still nothing.

Had Noctis lost his magic? How was that even possible? What would they do now? Could Noctis even recover from this?

Deciding to scan one final time the device let out a shrill beep and shorted out as Noctis sat up with a gasp a wave of his magic shooting through the building.

The Doctor was dumbfounded havig no clue what may have occured.

You have to act like your old self. You can do this. Noctis thought to himself

"Hey Gladio, Ignis why are you looking at me like that?" He said woth false confusion in his voice.

"You had us worried there Noct can you tell us what happend to you?' Ignis was now sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"What do you mean what happend i went to sleep last night then the next thing i know im waking uo to you and gladio looking at me like im crazy specs!"

"He doesnt remember" Gladio realised

"It is indeed odd however it looks like he's fine now. We'll continue to monior his condition the the way to Golden Quay" Ignis told the doctor as Noctis got out of the hospital bed and put his boots and jacket back on.

"Wheres prompto?" Noctis asked trying to sound casual. He needed to see prompto he needed to know his closest friend was ok

"We sent him on a quick supply run hes going to meet us at the gate this afternoon luckily we should still be able to leave on time"

Typical Ignis sticking to the shechduel. With a nod Noctis walked out the hospital room and down the stairs to where the Regallia was parked. He could do this. He was going to do this. He would get it right this time.

Sure enough just like last time the regallia broke down and they had to push it to hammerhead. Noctis was planning his next steps as they rested in the haven that night. He didnt need to get the royal arms thank shiva for that it would save a lot of time they didnt beed to go on a quest for thst reporter as he already knew what he needed to know so they would save some time there as well. Could he save gladios dad? Could he save his own? They were to late last time but what if thdybturned back forst thing in the morning. No that wouldnt work they werent strong enough to strand uo to the forces yet howrver... he could send a message. He pulled out a pen and paoer and wrote an urget letter one to Iris. One to gladios father and one to king regis. He sent them as soon as he woke up in the morning. They would reach insomnia in time. What they chose to do with his warning was up to them. Hopefully it would make enough of a difference. They rescued the person from the Shed and cindy repaired the regallia. They ate food in the crows nest and prompto took some photos. He and gladio sparred and they spent a night in the caravan. It was nice to be back here. He hadnt realised just how much he had missed the simpler days. --------- Something was off with noctis and ignis was worried after the whole incident which he and gladio had informed prompto about Noctis hadnt had anymore breakdowns or memory issues but there were other things. It was almost as if Noctis was not used to his body or couldnt feel it right. He stumbled bumped into things and was clumsy not to the point of severity but he bever was before. His magic felt different as well bigger more vast and powerful. Was there some issue with hia magic? Was it what was causing the problem. He thought back to the doctors scan and how Noctis hand no magic for a while there was this a side effect of that? Did his body need to adapt to his magic once more?

_____ End of part 1 i havent played the game for over a year so im rely on memory here. Hope you like it.

[primamchorus]

pokémon au xv: reimagined rambles

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was thinking about some mons for everyone. wheezes...

noctis would definitely have pokémon given to him by the family breeders. a poochyena would be his starting pokémon companion, he'd also get a super special hisuian growlithe. he'd have had dreams about an alolan vulpix when he was younger and sick, and sometimes he still sees it.

ignis would have a milcery to help him cook, and when it turns into alcremie (caramel swirl), it becomes very eager to help make that childhood treat for noctis with gusto. ignis would also have an appletun, shuckle, and a fidough for sure. not necessarily his, though, swablu and altaria are attacted to ignis when he works because he feeds them, but they also want to help clean up because they like clean!!

gladio has a shieldon as a starter, as would be the amicitia way to train them into the mightiest bastiodon to help defend the crown! the family also has the machop family line as pokémon that the amicitias train against. gladio would also go out of his way to find an aron at some point to have an aggron.

prompto would start off with a rockruff -- a shiny one at that. didn't know how unique it was until he saw other rockruff that were...definitely not blue! it would evolve into a dusk form lycanroc later on! prompto would also befriend a corviknight that has been permanently crippled by a tinkaton, but despite its handicap, the corviknight has learned how to run fast, and still is happy to ferry prompto and at least one additional person on its back!

iris would have a cleffa at first as a kid. in her teen years, it evolves into a clefairy. she later would get a mareep, wooloo, leavanny, and smeargle that help her make new clothes and plushies!

cor would have a ceruledge and an armarouge. they're just as serious and seasoned fighters as he is, and they are trained extremely well. they certainly have seniority on a lot of the other nobles' pokémon, and would be a difficult double battle duo to beat. beating cor in a pokémon battle is a higher accomplishment for some of the nobles than beating gym leaders or the elite four!

lunafreya would have an alolan vulpix and a kantonian vulpix. her kantonian vulpix has cute little eyebrows on it, and they are very aware and very smart. they keep lunafreya safe, and will lead her to safety away from anything that might try to harm her. when they evolve into their respective ninetales forms, their mystique and prowess only grew, able to shroud lunafreya in mystery and greater protect her.

ravus started off with a dreepy, but now it's a rather formidable dragapult that looms threateningly alongside him. while it has no dreepy of its own and doesn't seem to care whether it does or not, this dragapult has helped with a number of operations that ravus has embarked upon. other pokémon that ravus has been seen with are some interesting ones that many people claim to never knew existed. pokémon like xurkitree.

stella is said to have disappeared for a time when she was younger. when she came back to the fenestala manor, she was accompanied by a mysical pokémon with a mane that seemed like a shield. this pokémon was discovered as zamazenta when the historians and scholars of tenebrae looked through their records and eventually found it. stella is said to have remained distant since then, idly roaming the lands with zamazenta at her side as if looking for something.

primam would have a snorunt at first! both of them being sensitive and shy, the snorunt was drawn to primam as a friend. it would later evolve into froslass! she would then come across a houndour at some point during one of her very first solo ventures through the city -- the houndour would lead her back to where she needed to be after getting lost. then it would stay with her. and then...primam would meet a pawmot and be immediately transfixed on how much this pokémon reminded her of her crush: "they have the same silly hair."

tandem would have a tandemaus because i think it would be fucking funny tinkatink. he wouldn't have liked it too much at first, but he warmed up to it when it seemed to be intent on learning how to do blacksmithing as well. once it's a tinkaton, prompto's corviknight would not like it. tandem also has a meinfoo that he trains with for martial arts, and it eventually evolves into meinshao and puts up more of a workout with its faster attacks.

mollis would have a deerling and a remoraid that do eventually evolve into sawsbuck and octillery. deerling is just something of a kindred spirit to mollie, and appreciates her as a person who has a love for nature and the beauty of the seasons. as a sawsbuck, it will happily offer mollis rides through the forests at the turn of the seasons. as for the octillery, it and mollis have shooting competitions to keep themselves sharp! in time, mollie also gets a braviary that ferries her up to high places where she likes being most of all since discovering it.

ros would inherit his mother's roserade, and it would mother him as it has watched over ros since infancy. his first real pokémon that is his is a flabébé that likes frequenting the estate's garden. it would be drawn to ros as he takes care of and nurtures the plants there. he would also have a ledyba who just so happens to enjoy the garden as well. plenty of grass- and bug-type pokémon come to visit, but only the flabébé and the ledyba really took to ros as their human partner. they do eventually become florges and ledian. eventually, the roserade would disappear, leaving ros with a budew egg.

aestus' only pokémon would be a zoroark, not that a lot of people even realize this. a lot of the time, the zoroark would take the form of one of aestus' younger siblings or one of the other nobles. they would appear silent, only nodding or shaking their head to answer any who may be addressing it.

vera would have an espeon! the espeon would be trained to be able to detect the slightest hint of danger, and with its psychic abilities, is also smart enough to communicate with vera telepathically in a language she can understand. it monitors the hallways in the citadel and at the home, and it has been known to cause quite the start in some people when all one can see of this espeon is its glowing gem and eyes down a dark hallway before it gets up and walks off.

lyra would have a noibat and toxel. the noibat would not evolve into noivern, instead feeling more useful to lyra as a smaller pokémon that can get into smaller areas and listen in on things that could be of interest. toxel is just something that lyra happened across, and it wouldn't stop following her or playing with her hair. it eventually evolves into a low key form toxtricity and shares in her love of music.

nebula has a zorua -- no telling on if it was a gift from aestus or not. she'll never tell, either. similar to how aestus' zoroark tends to take the form of others, nebula's zorua is a fan of mischief and takes the form of nebula! unlike the older, more seasoned zoroark, however, the nebula-zorua can't always remember to hide its tail, giving it away more times than not.

[miragethecat]

OK, I finished trigger. 6/10. i’m gonna go more in depth. So spoilers ahead. this is a long post fyi. sorry for spelling mistakes.

so I hate the love triangle subplot of this. It does not work and it just is not it. I wish kengo had some sort of fighting training or something. Because how can he lose glitter eternity to a regular kaiju in a sword fight.

it’s like I know there’s studio meddling, but I didn’t realize how bad it was until I finished. Because why does it go from romance subplot to end of the world back to romance and then I don’t wanna talk around the ending. The ending was mid as hell. trigger truth should’ve had more of trigger dark elements into him. I will admit he looked fucking sick.

everything that triggered dark did after ignis basically took him over. Those were the best parts of the show. ignis himself best character, hands-down. his fight with the blue guy, I forgot his name. When he was going after the eternity core was great and that’s where all the fighting choreography and money went because why is that more impressive than the other fight that trigger had?

ALSO they hyped up glitter eternity so much by like spending episodes, making it seem like it was hard to control and then once he could control it, it just got treated like another base form, which doesn’t make sense because that thing is powered by the eternity core, why are you treating it like a base form. why is that form losing to regular kaiju?

The supporting cast, if they got more screen time, they would’ve been perfect. They’re all so interesting on their own, but we don’t get to see that because we follow Mr. stand for the audience McGee kengo and like yeah he’s cool because he’s a botanist instead of like wanting to be a fighter but even as a botanist, we don’t see that. We know he cares for that one alien plant but that’s about it. like at least have him mention the other stuff he saving care of and like have him go off on tangents about plants that he finds while they’re doing their work or whatever.

overall, this had potential. But with studio meddling, it just did not hit the marks that it really wanted to do. After episode nine you can really see that it wants to be kind of darker and. it tries. and I’ll say it again. That ending was mid as hell. Why did he have to go back into the eternity core? I know it’s because he touched it and like he’s light and whatever. it probably doesn’t help that I watched Decker before this. But even then, kengo doesn’t have much of a personality. I would’ve LOVED to follow around ignis or ANYONE ELSE.

BYE!!!!

[lucigoo]

Fear is a Sickness:Witchers are the cure

#260 - Fear is a sickness, @flashfictionfridayofficial

Pairing -Geralt/Jaskier

Warnings - Minor off screen CD, Mourining/grief, non discriptive funeral pyre

Words - 965

Summary - Cirliia is safe, Voleth Meir is gone and yet the sirving Witchers have oto send their fallen brothers off.

So much grief, so much pain, but at least these witchers have a bard to sing them farwell. Ao3 Link here

Kher Morhen was quiet. Quieter that it had been for a long time.

Geralt, Lambert, Eskel and Coen had set the funeral pyres up, ready for Vesemir to use Igni on them to set their spirits free.

Cirilla had been hiding away, terrified of herself and what she could do to those that were still standing.

Geralt knew he should go to her, that he should help her get through this. After all, it wasn’t any more her fault than it was anyone else’s.

He just didn’t know how or what to say to her. He was a lot softer now than he had been 25 years ago, before meeting Jaskier, but he didn’t believe he was soft enough for a child. A traumatised one at that.

Jaskier had just scoffed at him and said tough shit, he had one now and if he ever spoke to her the way he had Jaskier, he would find a way to kill him in his sleep.

Geralt didn’t doubt him one bit. His bard was feral when the occasion called for it.

Speaking of his bard, he looked over to see him hand a piece of paper over to Vesemir, who grunted and nodded in turn.

When he turned back around, Jaskier gave Geralt a small but sad smile. There was so much they still had to talk about, so much they had to hash out, but like Jaskier said, now was not the time. They had all winter after all and right now Geralt had brothers to see off into the abyss. Brothers to bid a last farewell to.

The 5 witchers lined up with Vesemir in the centre. “The bard is going to sing something,” he said gruffly.

“Indeed. I know witchers aren’t much for words when deeds show the measure of your heart. So allow me to thank and honour each of your brothers, your friends, for protecting us all and the world at large. I will have written a song for each of them by the time we head out on the Path again in spring, but until then, please allow me to sing them farewell. These men were brave and kind and fear of them, of you all, has made all your lives harder. It is unfair, and it is unkind, but fear is like a sickness that ravages the mind. So, to these good men, these good witchers, these good souls, I bid them adieu, to a place where fear can no longer touch them.”

Jaskier’s voice went quiet as he started to slowly strum at his lute strings, humming softly.

Vessimer stepped forward and cast Igni on their fallen family. “Sleep well, my boys,” he said tiredly, defeated.

“Sleep well,” the younger witchers chorused.

They stood there quietly until Jaskier’s melodic voice broke the silence. He sang softly, sweetly, almost like a lullaby.

It took Geralt a moment to hear the words, but when he did, he didn’t even try to stop the pain he felt from crossing his face. If the way the others were crowding one another was any indication, they felt the same.

In the shadowed corners of the world,

Where whispers weave their web of art, Fear takes root, a silent seed,

A sickness that spreads with stealthy speed.

Oh, fear, the cunning thief of light,

It steals our good sense in the dead of night,

But listen close, my witchers, and hear: Fear is a sickness if you let it steer.

It creeps like mist across the mind,

A fog that blinds, a knot that binds,

Yet courage blooms where shadows fall, Witchers are a remedy that breaks fear’s thrall.

Oh, fear, the cunning thief of light,

It steals our senses in the dead of night,

But listen close, my witchers, and hear: Fear is a sickness if you let it steer.

The cure lies not in potions or signs,

But in the fire that burns and warms, The ember of hope, the spark of might.

That banishes fear and reclaims the light.

Oh, fear, the cunning thief of light,

It steals our senses in the dead of night,

But listen close, my witchers, and hear: Fear is a sickness if you let it steer.

So sing this truth, let it resound,

In every heart where fear is found,

For courage, love, and daring cheer,

Shall heal the sickness because witchers draw near.

Jaskier let his voice fade away as the music filled the space he had previously sung into. Geralt slowly walked towards his bard and they stood side by side as the other witchers finally left the funeral pyre.

“Jaskier...” Geralt started, unsure what to say.

Jaskier slowly stopped strumming and lifted a hand to Geralt’s cheek and moved his thumb, stroking it. “Not now, dear heart. There will be time for this. But now is the time to say goodbye, to be with your brothers. We have time, Geralt.”

“Do we?” Geralt croaked out.

“We do, so much time. Go. I’ve got Cirilla for the night. Tomorrow is a new day Geralt. We don’t have to rush just because we are afraid,” Jaskier whispered into the night air.

“I am. Afraid I mean,” Geralt admitted quietly.

“I know, love. So am I. But we can’t give into the fear, we can’t let it win. After all, Witchers chase the fear away,” Jaskier said with a smile before he leant in slightly and kissed Geralt’s cheek.

“Go. Try not to be afraid, just for this night,” Jaskier said before walking away.

They had so much to sort out, so much to be afraid of and for. But Jaskier was right. Feat was a sickness, a monster with invisible claws.

And Geralt was made to destroy monsters, no matter what form they came in.

[strictomiles]

tw: loss, Life update:

Ignis, my beloved two and a half year old pet rat didn’t make it. He didn’t make it the very next day from my last post where i’d mentioned he was sick. 

To those who reached out, I appreciate you more than you know.

I won’t be coming back for a while, is my best guess. I’m stuck in that fog where I just want him back and have to focus on the babies that are still with me and to a point, myself. And, if i’m being honest tumblr and at least this dash isn’t feeling very appealing.

I think everyone who would want it, already has my discord. If you don’t and we’re mutuals, give me a message.

Otherwise, this is just an update to say, i’ll see you when I see you still. Likely later than anticipated.

[chosenbythecrystal]

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Who is the little spoon? Noctis. I mean, look at him. He radiates little spoon energy. Especially with Gladio.

Who sings in the shower? Noctis. But not very well, as Gladio likes to point out.

Who plays pranks on the other? Both of them, but Noct is probably the easiest to get a reaction out of.

Who is the one who listens to pop music? Noctis. But he won't admit it because everyone looks at him in all black and thinks he's listening to some edgy shit.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe? Noctis. He's not a fan of coffee himself, but he'll make Gladio one.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? They take it in turns. They pretend they pick cheesy movies to be ironic and to make fun of them, but they actually enjoy them.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public? Gladio, though it is often teasing or an attempt to get him to eat his veggies.

Who gives the other random little compliments? Both of them, but Gladio is better. Noct is a little awkward, so he'll say something stupid like "you fight good."

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? Noctis. Because he either wants to try both, or he regrets ordering his. He's one of those who'll say no to fries, then steal Gladio's.

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?  Noctis. He has this fancy car, but he rarely uses it.

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? Probably Ignis because he knows if its left to those two, it'll just be cup noodles, energy drinks and other instant meals.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? Gladio. Noct is an absolute demon when he's sick. He doesn't want to take medicine because it tastes bad. He just wants to stay in bed and complain.

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? Gladio, but Noct pays him back by explaining the lore of all the Assassin's Creed games.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? This could honestly be either of them. Noct hates dancing in public, but when it's just the two of them, it's kind of nice.

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? Gladio. Noctis is probably still in bed.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? Gladio, but only because Noct doesn't like tattoos. He likes the idea of them and thinks they look cool, but needles, ew.