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DAY 28: Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact) x Reader: 24. “I know it’s the middle of the night, but can you come over, please?”

For @lucianhuntress 🧡

What started as a shameless one-time tryst between two enemies, the sleepless nights of Liyue Harbor soon formulated into a recurring event. No promises, no expectations. Just some mutually beneficial exercise in one form or another – so you could actually sleep through the humid nights.

The summer nights were torture to someone like you who was accustomed to a more mellow climate.

The gentle breeze from the ocean caressed your cheeks as you walked around at the harbour. You had escaped the stifling apartment, and dreaded the moment you would eventually have to go back to toss and turn around in bed. It was almost midnight, but the harbour was still fairly lively. People were sitting at food stalls, eating and drinking and making merry.

A twinge of loneliness pricked at you, but you forced it away. You really didn’t have time for friends, much less for sitting around drinking. New mission details could arrive at any time and you needed to stay sharp and focused through.

If only it wasn’t so hard to actually sleep in this weather. You would be just fine without the sleep deprivation.

“Fancy meeting you here, comrade.”

You reveled in every second of Childe’s voice sending shivers down your back.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied and turned around to see the intolerable Fatui Harbinger leaning on a wall in a shady corner.

Just seeing him made your body react in a million tiny ways that were a mixture of curiosity, annoyance, and desire. Childe had really always had that effect on you. Like you wanted to slap him and undress him. And you had lost count of how many times you had actually done those things. You both carried the bruises to commemorate the most recent instalments.

“A little midnight stroll all by yourself?” Childe inquired coolly but his eyes raked over the skimpy clothes you wore to combat the summer heatwave.

You shrugged. “I’ll let you join the fun if you ask nicely.”

He huffed in amusement, pushed himself off the wall and sauntered over. The upper button of his dark red dress shirt was open and he had finally lost the coat and scarf.

“And what kind of fun would that be?” Childe’s eyes glinted in a way that made your pulse quicken.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you wondered and strolled around him, “maybe something that ends with a good night’s sleep?”

That small kernel of confession made Childe frown and grip your arm as you were passing him. You looked up at the calculating void in his eyes. The dark patches under your eyes spoke volumes of restless nights. You knew he would follow you home like a stray cat.

“What an enticing offer. Maybe I will join you, if you ask nicely,” he murmured in a tone that jammed the last awake cells in your sleep deprived brain.

“I know it’s the middle of the night, but can you come over?” you whispered, never letting go of his gaze.

Childe cocked an eyebrow at you, lips parting to say something.

“Please?” you added.

His hand slid down your arm and his fingers coiled around yours just for a moment before he let go.

“Lead the way.”

[studio-star-quality]

≪ Previous

Noctis’ gaze keeps bouncing between a digital reflection of the current time against his fridge’s door, and the front door. He looks calm and a tiny smile sneaks to decor his exhausted CEO look; his hair is messy in a cool way and his stubble has grown long enough to cast the tiniest of shadows across his jaw. On the inside the tide has turned and his guts swirl like a vortex.

When was the last time he felt this nervous about a few drinks with a pretty girl? Too long, if asked from Gladio. Noctis is too excited to sit down to play games, or anything that is even remotely close to calming one’s pacing heart.

The doorbell rings unexpectedly, yet it suddenly feels like the sweetest announcement in the world. His phone vibrates in his pocket, informing of incoming messages —probably from Ignis— but he ignores them happily.

He opens the door, holding back his breath. His brain is already jamming and when he gains the glimpse of Eve he—

“Hey,” Eve greets with a shy hint of rose on her cheeks. He is way too smitten to notice the slight embarrassment of wearing her boss’ dress creeping up her neck, but it slowly dissipates as she notices his baffled reaction.

And his brain is cooperating no longer. Eve’s outfit is blue— or more like turquoise. Like a lagoon. It glimmers in the lights of the hallway like the sun casting its rays over the surface of an endless ocean. Noctis has seen that dress somewhere before, but he banishes the remnants of that thought away in a blink of an eye.

“Woah, you look—” the words keep getting caught in his throat and he keeps opening  and closing his mouth like a fish on a dry land.

“A bit too glamorous?” Eve asks and turns around so Noctis can get a better look at the dress. He has to remind himself to keep looking at the dress, even though his eyes would very much like to wander to study every curve and dip on her body.

“I was going to say stunning,” he smiles confidently.

Eve blushes and her smile widens slightly.

Noctis has to shake off his bewilderment and to do that−he casually ruffles his hair. But just enough so he won’t look like a mess.

“Where shall we go then?” she asks as she eyes Noctis from head to toe.

“There’s this nice drink bar. Afterglow. It’s peaceful enough for us to have a chat over drinks.” Noctis says and offers his arm like a gentleman.

Ignis would be so proud right now.

“Sounds nice,” Eve responds and curls her hand over his arm. If only slightly reluctantly; she isn’t too used to going on a date on her boss’ brother.

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[owldearest]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OMG that was so adorable and you nailed Norie!

Ignis x OC - Sleepy

I was bored so I asked for some prompts and pairings from my discord crew! Here is the one @owldearest​ asked for, hope you like it <3 It also escalated just a bit.

So, the pairing is Ignis x OC (Honoria Curatrix) The prompt I used for this is: “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.” And totally did not use my apocalypse au in here.

Also tagging @glaive-eve​ here, because her OC (Eve Leonis) is mentioned.

Oh, also, this is completely SFW!

Months had passed ever since the fall of Insomnia and the need for safety grew more urgent by the day.

“Is anyone hurt?” Honoria asked as a flan, —turned to puddle—, finally melted away.

No one seemed injured and all she received, was tired but pleased nods.

“We should camp for the night,” Ignis suggested after he had dismissed his daggers, blue embers leaving a frail trail as they faded away from his hands. He swept away the dust and sweat that had gathered on his forehead; he really wanted to wash away the painful memory of the day’s work.

Ignis glanced quickly at the red haired glaive, who was also covered in filth. He felt a thud of relief when he saw that she was still alright — no scratch marks or bites.

Honoria noticed his wandering eyes and she felt how her tired cheeks attempted to pull a smile on her face.

“I’m fine,” Noctis groaned, knowing that everyone in their hunting party just wanted him to rest. They had been awake for two days already and even when he greatly longed for the warmth of his bedroll, he was determined to continue.

“I think the others need rest,” Gladiolus stated.

“Yes! I could eat a garula!” Prompto exhaled, trying to sound cheery despite being so exhausted from the constant fighting.

And so they made their way to the nearest haven Ignis had managed to scour from his map. It’s weak, light blue smoke revealed it’s location after they neared the area by foot. They ate dinner Ignis prepared with Eve’s help. Noctis retreated into a tent quite fast, Eve and Prompto following suit quite soon after.

Honoria sat down on the ledge of the haven, admiring the starry sky and she started dozing off, jolting at every rustle or crackle.

Ignis decided to sit down next to her, even when the need to get some sleep was eating his stamina. “Are you alright?” he asked softly from the red haired glaive.

She jolted up again, flashing a weak smile at him. Her heart started thudding at unnatural speed and she tried her best not to admire the advisor for too long.

“Yeah, just sleepy” Honoria answered and tucked some strands of her long hair behind her ear.

Ignis chuckled lightly and the silence took over. They were both too tired to start another conversation, like they had done previously on their hunts. It would just take all night and they both needed to sleep.

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” Ignis mumbled and she could barely hear his words. She turned to face the spectacled man, noticing how his cheeks had suddenly turned rose pink.

“Oh?” she asked, feeling suddenly more awake than she had been for days. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a devious smirk.

“Hmm?” Ignis tried to act like hadn’t just slipped out his thoughts, but the wicked expression on Honoria’s face made him even more flustered about the situation.

“I heard that,” Honoria teased.

“I don’t know what you’re possibly talking about,” he answered.

“Yeah, yeah. “I don’t know” my ass,” Honoria giggled, “you’re too adorable when you’re blushing, mister Scientia.”

[sherniwrites]

Kyr’am: The Mandalorian

Fandom: The Mandalorian 

Warnings: Angst, character death 

Word Count: 500 

Pairing: Established Din x female 

Note: We’re just going to pretend like it hasn’t been almost a year since I last posted. Din Djarin owns my ass at this point and my brain thought that meant I could break my hiatus by writing angst.

When Din woke that morning he felt in his bones that something terrible would happen that day but as a Mandalorian one gets used to the feeling. So he brushed it off and continued on with his morning routine and with waking up to hearing the laughter of his partner playing with the child, how hard could that be? Her smile when she saw him walk into the cockpit and the child cooing for his father always made him feel like the luckiest man in the galaxy. Din tried to focus on piloting the three of them to another safe planet but he still couldn’t shake the feeling. If only he knew how quickly it would all change.

It was an ambush, a trap. They should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve seen it coming. They were cut off from reaching the Razor Crest and had to fight their way out. The child was safe with Cara but Moff Gideon had found them. And they had to fight for their lives.

Everything happened so quickly yet time seemed to slow down all at once. Din was surrounded and couldn’t see Gideon approaching from behind. But she did. And she jumped in front of his blade.

Din watched as Moff Gideon pulled the darksaber out, watched as she fell to the ground. Everything else faded away, all he could focus on was her stunned, pained expression, hands moving to hold her stomach, all he heard was her helpless cry. And then, everything snapped back into focus, he let out an agonized scream and moved towards the man to retaliate but he had already retreated. Din knelt at her side, hands hovering over the hole in her stomach.

“No, no, no,” he chanted, staring down at her with frantic eyes, “Why would you do that? That hit was for me!”

“The beskar wasn’t covering you there. I couldn’t let you get hurt, you can’t” she wheezed, her jaw clenching as pain coursed through her, “You can’t always be the protector, you would’ve done the same if” She couldn’t finish her words

“Hey, shh, don’t speak,” tears gathered in his eyes, blurring his vision, “I’m going to try to stop your bleeding okay? You’re losing a lot of blood.”

But he knows, he’s seen death enough times to know, she wasn’t going to make it. He tried, but the cold embrace of death already had her.

“Din, stop,” she choked on her blood, “you know,” it was getting harder for her to breathe “I love you Din, I’m sorry. Make sure our child is safe.”

“I love you,” he promised her, smoothing the hair from her forehead,” until the end of time, my love.”

Her lips quipped faintly, but it was the most she could give him right now. Slowly, he removed his hand from her wound and pulled her into his arms, holding her to his chest. Her breaths were sharp and quick, and the sound rattled in her throat.

He knew it was the end now, and slowly rocked her back and forth, face pressed in his neck, breaths shallow and tapering off until there was no more. Her grip on his shirt fell and her hands fell limp.

“Come back,” he whispered in her ear, trying to fight the lump in his throat, the hole in his heart, ”Please, please come back,I’m sorry, it’s over now, please wake up, don’t do this to me, you can’t, “ he begged, like if he said it enough times she would, but it was too late, he cut himself off with a loud sob and held her tighter, “Please come back to me.”

And it was in that moment that Din realized what it was like to die while his heart was still beating.

Tags: @theforceofdarkandlight @c-qcat @creative-frequency @lucianhuntress @luvleekaotix-imagines @toastronaut @singlebecauseofthechocobros @owldearest

[singlebecauseofthechocobros]

Merry late Christmas tto@lucianhuntress Sorry this is so late but I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for being so wonderful! You bring so much positivity to the group and it is incredibly refreshing! You have a 10/10 sense of humor and your writing is A++++! I hope you enjoy this and I love you <3

#24 ravus x selene- “I hope you break your ass on that ice.”

Selene was faring much better on the ice than she anticipated. She was moving her feet slowly, balancing on her skates but still propelling herself forward while her hands were stretched out to her sides for stability. She might have looked comical to some but she had yet to fall on her ass and a small grin of triumph adorned her face.

This moment was shortly lived however when her husband glided past her at an impressive speed. His snowy white hair billowed behind him along with the ends of his scarf which were tightly wrapped around his neck. At his swift passing Selene felt a breeze left in his wake. She was not surprised he was so good on the ice because frankly what wasn’t Ravus good at? He was smart, strong, and ethereal and while it drove Selene to madness it also caused her heart to race. But it was also what he had grown up with.

This being her first winter in Tenebrae she was shocked to find they were as frigid as her husband’s first impressions. The sylleblossom fields were gone, now coated in a fresh coat of snow while rivers and lakes streaming among the land were frozen in place. The sky was grey most days and yet it never dimmed the beauty of the country. The trees were barren with leaves but now coated in icicles that dripped throughout the day when the sun was out but left to refreeze overnight. Selene had to admit, Tenebrae was a real winter wonderland.

“Do you need assistance dear,” Ravus called out to her. She could practically hear the sneer in his voice.  

“I'm doing fine thank you,” she answered matter of fact. Heading to the edge of the frozen pond, Selene collapsed on the snow, heaving heavy breaths as she splayed out on the ground starting up at the sky. Even without looking she could hear the sound of his skates approaching and soon felt the snow around her crunch with the impact of the Commander taking a break as well.

Propping herself up on her elbows she watched Ravus begin to unravel the scarf he was sporting. His hair fell down, unkempt around his face but there was softness in his expression, as though any sort of guard he normally had in place was currently absent and it was just him. His blue eyes glanced out onto the ice with deep concentration, like he was watching something play out. Perhaps a memory.

His shoulders moved up and down with every rapid breath he took in and let out. 

“Sure are breathing heavy,” Selene teased, “Out of shape?��

 Rolling his eyes he replied, “No. Unlike you I was actually moving out there. I’m tired.”

“Hey I was moving,” she rebutted, “Maybe not as fast as you but I was.”

“Hardly,” he chuckled.

“Hardly,” Selene mimicked in a childish tone, receiving a scowl from her husband. “Glare all you want Ravus. Those looks don’t faze me anymore.”

Raising a brow he glanced at her, “Is that so?”

“I don’t believe I stuttered,” she retorted. And then before she could even blink, he was on her; pinning her down in the snow with his hands on her wrists and his face inches from her. Selene went to gasp but stopped herself, that’s what he wanted. He wanted her to react, wanted her to do something. But she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“Can I help you,” she breathed out coolly. But Ravus said nothing, rather he just stared at her, locking his eyes on hers and not breaking away. “I know what you’re doing Ravus,” Selene whispered, “But you can stop this now because it won’t work.”

He didn’t though. If anything his gaze intensified and Selene wondered how it was he could appear to be looking directly into her mind while also appearing to undress her at the same time. She hoped he couldn’t see past her own walls and into her deepest fears and secrets for the way his eyes burrowed into hers she was almost certain he might be gazing directly into her soul.

In turn however, Selene could see Ravus too: fearlessness coated in blankets of self-doubt shone behind his irises as well as admiration and affection. It was not much of course but Selene caught herself eyeing back in wonder.

“You’re a tough one to crack,” he mumbled, his eyes not leaving hers.

 “I like a good challenge,” she replied, “Probably why I agreed to marry you.”

The smirk that formed on Ravus’s face brought a small grin to her own. Freeing one of her wrists, he used his free hand to remove strands of hair from the princess’s face. At his touch Selene’s breath caught in her throat and sent shivers down her spine. Moving his face closer, she closed her eyes waiting but nothing happened. Pulling back, Ravus let go of Selene’s other hand and fell unto the snow beside her, beginning to look up to the sky as well. The two of them laid like this for a while, simply listening to the breaths of the other while letting the chilled air cool their faces.

“Why did you stop,” Selene asked, turning her head to him.  

“You said you like a good challenge,” he replied, “I’m curious to see how long you last till you’re practically dragging me to bed.”

Selene nearly chocked on her words as she sat up glancing at her husband, “E-excuse you?”

“It’s all in good fun,” he answered standing up and getting back on the ice, “Maybe this is for more of my benefit than yours.”

Selene could only imagine how red her face must appear in comparison to the white snow that was all around her but she couldn’t hide that or the stupid grin that appeared on her face at his suggestion. While she wanted to reply with something equally clever the only words she could muster were: “I hope you break your ass on that ice.”

The Crew: @creative-frequency @sherniwrites @bleucommelhiver @owldearest @promptoastandbutter 

[bleucommelhiver]

weight of water | mer!Nyx

PROMPT: Day 2 - Crystal Clear RATING: SFW - T for mentioned nudity(?); future NSFW? WORDS: 1,167 NOTES: Mer!Nyx because we need it. My hand might have slipped, and this ended up with more plot than I intended. Oops. Chapter 2? Maybe, maybe not. Also yes, I know it’s technically the 4th day but I’m just posting day 2. Who’s not surprised this happened? ALSO, may be completely revamped before I post on AO3. TAGGING some enablers: @glaive-eve @lucianhuntress @singlebecauseofthechocobros @owldearest @promptoastandbutter @tamanamohain @notsoartistic @mildsoap-writes @unprofessional-writer @notellen @mourningprinces​

The scorching summer sun beat down upon her neck. Despite her summer dress, sheer enough to be nothing at all really, beads of perspiration dewed upon her skin faster than she could wipe them. Gods, she forgot how suffocating the summers in Galahd were — all thunderstorms and rain, as if to celebrate Ramuh in all his torrential glory, until all that remained was the blistering heat of a sun that she swore shone hotter than Ifrit himself. As much as she had missed her homeland, a diplomatic sojourn in the middle of its hottest month was not her idea of fun.

She heard it before she saw it, the deep crash of the ocean, wild and erratic as it beat against the shore like a drum. Shielding her eyes, she pushed the verdant vines away and sighed in relief. There it was, the lagoon that she used to steal off to many years ago as a child. It was as uninhabited and secluded as she remembered. Its water the brightest turquoise green, so crystalline in its brilliance she could see the coral reefs and the schools of fishes that flickered with the sunlight.

Assured that she was alone, she began to peel off her sweat sodden clothing. Once down to her undergarments, she hesitated and looked around again, just to be sure.

Empty.

Hiking back in damp underwear wasn’t ideal…besides, there was no one around for miles, she was certain of it. Without further hesitation she unhooked her bra and slid down her panties, taking care to place them with her clothes on the rocks nearby to dry. Suddenly self-conscious of her nakedness, she jumped in.

As she pierced the surface of the water, she shivered from the sudden chill, nipples pebbling and goosebumps rising. But all thoughts of the cold left as she took in the view of the flourishing corals, gently swaying kelp, and the swimming sea turtle, ignorant of her presence nearby.

As she resurfaced she gasped and laughed with joy. The cool saltwater was a balm for her sore and heated flesh. She looked up into the cloudless sky as she treaded water, leaning back until she was floating. Relaxed, she closed her eyes enjoying the weightlessness of her body and the faint cries of the gulls, until something soft hit her head.

She jerked up and looked around, narrowing her eyes at the shoreline only to find it as empty had been minutes before, but looking down, she found a lone flower floating in the water. It looked like a hibiscus, except its crimson petals were translucent and swayed with the ocean like the sea life beneath her. She wondered where the sea flower had come from when she yelped at the unexpected feeling of fingers brushing along her waist.

She wasn’t alone anymore, that much she knew, but she wondered who had followed her into the lagoon. How long had they been spying on her? How much did they see?  

Seconds dragged into minutes as she waited for the perpetrator to surface for air. Had it been a figment of her imagination? Perhaps the wind had carried the strange flower to her. Except, the day was stifling as it was still, and she could not feel even the faintest of breezes.

Then, through the corner of her eye, she saw the flash of a caudal fin, aquamarine and gentian in its splendor, break surface and…splash her! She was about to laugh at her luck of encountering such a playful sea animal when, in place of the majestic fin, was a man with long umber hair, adorned with braids and twinkling shells, smiling at her with a predatory glint in his sharp canines.

“You!” she nearly screamed. If it were not for the necessity of staying afloat, she would’ve covered her nakedness, but as it were, modesty was secondary to survival. “You pervert! How dare you follow me here to spy—”

The strange man raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Follow? You’re the one who decided to intrude on me.”

“I was here first.”

He snorted, storm grey eyes twinkling. “Doubtful, as I live here and you’re trespassing in my home.”

“What? You can’t live here,” she said in indignation.

“Oh, can’t I?” he teased, the corner of his mouth curled in an roguishly handsome smirk.

In a blink of an eye, he closed the fifty feet of distance between them.

“Let’s start over. I’m Nyx and this is my home.”

“What?” she said again, softly this time, as she took in his form. In the distance, she had thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, but up close she could see that he was the owner of the beautiful pair of fins.

“My home. This is it,” Nyx repeated as if she was daft.

“No, I got that, but you’re— you’re not human,” she said with a blush as her eyes trailed down his chiseled abdomen, past his belly button and Adonis belt, to find a tail where his, well, she thought, as her blush deepened, where his bits would be if he was as naked as her.

“Yes, and the ocean is blue,” he replied drolly. “For an offering, you seem surprised.”

“Offering?”

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for so long,” Nyx supplied as he proceeded to invade her space, crowding her until she felt the sharp dig of the reef against her back. But instead of protesting, she let him, mesmerized.

Up close she could see that while he was of flesh, his skin had a sheen that glistened under the sun with the pearlescence of scales, and upon his neck, on both sides, were three long gashes that looked suspiciously like gills. Whatever Nyx was, he was enchanting and his presence made her forget herself — her worries, her modesty, her obligations.

“You’re so beautiful now,” he whispered as he brushed his knuckles across her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Fragile, but beautiful. That’ll change soon, though”

She let out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding as he pressed his body against hers. His bare chest, inhumanly warm and slick against hers sent a frightfully thrilling shock of arousal through her.

He was now close enough that she could feel the feather-light touch of his nose against her neck as he said his next words. “There’s no turning back.” It was a statement more than a warning.

“No turning back?” she repeated, breath hitched and not quite understanding the words.

“No. Once you’re mine, it is forever.”

“You’d leave your world for mine? Leave your friends and family for me?”

“Yes. I don’t want you to be alone anymore. I’ll be with you forever.”

“You promise?”

“I promise! I’ll be back soon, Nyx.”

She pushed him off and raced to shore, moving through water faster than she’s ever had before. Picking up her clothing, she didn’t bother to stop or dress until the lagoon was far out of sight.

--- tbc?

[owldearest]

The End is Not the Answer

Pairing: Ignis/OC (Honoria)

word count: 1437

Warnings: Suicide attempt, mild blood

Suggested listening: The End is not the Answer- Three Days Grace and Never Too Late - Three Days Grace

Tagging: @bt7274, @glaive-eve, @bleucommelhiver, @lucianhuntress, @promptoastandbutter, @singlebecauseofthechocobros, @ffxv-ocs-unite

Honoria sat alone, twirling her hunting knife in her hand. Normally, she only used it to skin beasts for their meals, but after her failures earlier in the day… she didn’t deserve to be a part of the group.

No, she didn’t deserve to live. Tonight, her knife would serve a different purpose.

Her bad planning on that hunt almost got not one, but 2 members of the group she cared so much about killed. The red-head nearly watched her best friend, her sister, bleed out on the ground in front of her, barely enough energy to call for a phoenix down, no mana left to heal herself or another. Honoria nearly saw the man she had grown so fond of, whom she had started to feel things she wasn’t totally ready to acknowledge for, fall when a Bandersnatch's mate suddenly appeared, tail furiously sweeping at the bespectacled man. It caught him across the chest, blood splashing onto the ground in front of her.

She should’ve accounted for that. She should have known that there would be a mate. She should have been faster in rectifying the issues. She shouldn’t have gotten them hurt.  She was a Curatrix. She vowed she’d…

She laughed sardonically as she thought of what she promised she’d be, ever since she discovered the meaning of her family’s surname. Curatrix, Guardian… A promise to protect those she cared about…

Yeah, right. Failing my name and breaking my promise yet again. Go me.

She pressed the blade to her neck, feeling the sharp bite of the metal against the thin skin. A little more pressure and a pull, then hopefully, she’d be gone. Hopefully, she’d bleed out before anyone even noticed she was gone.  She pressed a little harder, then pulled the blade away, stabbing it into the ground in disgust. Why couldn’t she do it? Why couldn’t she slit her own throat? Why? Why? Why?

She heard footsteps behind her. She sighed. Of course, someone noticed. Why couldn’t she just die in peace? Why couldn’t she just be alone, left to fail only herself? Why did they have to make her face her own failures every day?

Why couldn’t she be perfect?

“Honoria? Are you alright?” The cultured voice asked, standing some ways back. If she was this unsettled, he didn’t know what she’d do if he were to reach out to her, as desperately as he wanted to do so. He watched her shoulders shake, knowing that she had to be holding back sobs. Honoria letting anyone see her cry when she was completely sober? Preposterous.

“I’m fine.” She replied coldly, doing her best to hide the thickness clutching her throat.

Ignis sighed at her response. Why couldn’t this bullheaded woman admit that she needed someone to talk to?

“People who are “fine” don’t hold knives to their own throats, Honoria.” He stated, stepping forward and joining her on the ground. He sat near her knife, ready to grab it if she tried again. She was a member of their little group, and if he had his way, they wouldn’t be losing anyone tonight.

“Y-you saw, huh?” Honoria said, embarrassment entering her voice. Ignis merely nodded in response.

They sat together for a time, staring out at the river before them. Ignis looked at her, seeing the sadness still crossing her features before he broke the silence.

“You know, we’d all miss you if you were gone: Noct, Prom, Gladio, and I. Not to mention Ahnya, Ellie, and Valariya.”

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed, “I’m just a failure who does nothing but annoy you and everyone else. I don’t deserve any of your sympathy.”

“If you were gone, who’d take care of Ellie and Ahnya?”

“They took care of themselves long before they met me,” she sighed, “Besides, they have Vee. She can watch over them.”

“What about Noct? He considers you a good friend, you know.”

“He has you and everyone else.”

“What about your family?” Ignis trailed off, seeing a new sheen to Honoria’s eyes as soon as the sentence left his lips. He watched fresh tears roll down her cheeks and heard the sob tear itself from her chest.

“The only family I cared about is dead, and what’s left would rather I not exist.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t decided to stay just to, what’s the phrase you always use, “Piss in their cereal” as it were.” Ignis replied, a gentle smile turning up his mouth as Honoria let out a chuckle.

“Still… I should just give up. I’m a failure,” Honoria sighed, resignation overtaking her brief joy. Ignis looked worriedly at her for a moment before summoning a dagger in a flash of light.

“Well, if you’re giving up, then I guess I should too.”

“What?! No! Iggy, Noctis and everyone needs you!” She exclaimed, trying to knock the dagger from his grasp.

“But, following your logic, because Noct, Prompto, and Gladio have gotten injured many times for doing what I’ve told them, then I must be a horrible failure as well.” He stood up smoothly, dancing out of her reach. Honoria did as he expected, standing and following, trying to get his dagger out of his hand, “Besides, I still can’t get Noct to eat properly.”

“Ignis, you’re wrong! You’re not a failure. You can cook the most gourmet of dishes while on the road 24/7, everyone loves you, you’ve never steered any of us wrong. You’re perfect.” Honoria stopped, her head turning toward the ground as she spoke. “You’re perfect…”

“That’s the core of the issue, isn’t it?”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. “

Ignis dismissed his dagger, moving to stand in front of her and resting his hands on her shoulders.

“Norie, look at me. You and I are different people. You can’t compare yourself to me. Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve dealt with the girls for so long.” Honoria looked at him. “You’re as important to the girls as Noct is to me.”

“but…”

“No buts, just listen.” Ignis shushed. “Ellie and I are fine. We didn’t die, our injuries were healed with a potion. This, slitting your own throat, it isn’t the answer to anything.”

“But then there’d be one less person holding the group back.”

“But, we would be mourning the loss of a friend. Did you think about that?”

“You wouldn’t care.”

Ignis sighed in exasperation, “Honoria Curatrix, would I be here talking to you if I didn’t care? Do I seem the kind of man to do that?”

“You’d do whatever Noct or the other’s asked you to do.”

“Nobody asked me to do this, Norie.” His voice softened. Honoria looked into his eyes expecting to see his usual expressionless gaze, something to show her that he was lying, show her that he didn’t care. It was to her shock that she saw nothing but his desperation. His desperation to keep her alive, safe, and return her to the group where she belonged.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered, stepping forward to rest her head against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her holding her close as she began to cry again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He replied, rubbing up and down her back to soothe her, “Just, next time, come to Ellie or I or any of us. You’re a friend and comrade, Honoria. We care about you.”

He bit back the words that tried to follow. I care about you.

Her own arms found their way around his waist pulling him tightly against her as her body was wracked with sobs, sobs for the people she’d lost, people she’d failed, sobs for those she’d gotten hurt or had to hurt, sobs for her name, for the failure of what it meant.

“Come now, let us return to camp.” He tried to pull away, stopping when Honoria caught his hand.

“Please.” She whispered, squeezing it lightly. Without physical contact with someone, she felt she’d fall. He nodded his assent, squeezing back as comfortingly as he could. Honoria gazed up at him with a teary smile. “Thank you.”

“Never a problem, Norie.” He gave her one of his rare smiles, tender affection—Friendship, Honoria told herself, shining in his eyes. “Now, come on. Let’s try to get Noct to eat some vegetables, shall we?”

She nodded her approval, walking side-by-side with him to the others, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.

Curatrix, guardian, one who protects. That was her name, but…

Maybe she’s the one who needed a guardian. Maybe, just maybe, she’d found one in Ignis Scientia.

[sakumartti]

5 Things Meme

I was tagged by @leafwrington

5 things you can find in my blog

Games, really. I love games.

Anime.

Some stuff about tv-series. 

Memes and puns!

Fanfiction and fanart. Love them all.

5 things you can find in my room

I don’t have a room for just myself, since I live on my own. Well with a boyfriend. So this will be about the stuff I have in my living room.

Playstation 4 and my PC!

Some books, still waiting for me to assembly that IKEA bookshelf. Soon™

Got a secret stash holding some of my old drawings. They’re all horrible.

Board games!

Television?

5 things I always wanted to do

See more of the world.

Actually go to space. I know this is pretty much not going to happen, but it’s a dream!

Become an archaeologist or paleontologist. It’s been a dream career for me since I was a kid, heh.

Have a pet of my own. Thankfully I have a cat now.

Learn Spanish!

5 things that make me happy

My boyfriend and my cat (most of the time)

Now that I have a job,  so I can actually afford to buy stuff. It’s a shitty job, but I get paid.

Eating. Lol. 

Reading something positive about myself. It really does cheer me up.

Spending my time playing games or writing. 

5 things on my to-do list

Go buy some foooooood.

I should write.

I should play ranked in Overwatch.

Fix some stuff in @lucianhuntress‘s blog.

Publish a new post @lucianhuntress.

5 things you might not know about me

I lowkey love some finnish songs that suck imo. At least that’s what I tell people. It would be embarrassing to tell the truth. 

I act nice and calm around people, but when I’m at home I am like one raging bitch. I can get really angry at stuff and literally scream. 

I’m super insecure, even if I am acting overconfident at times.

I’m actually a chef. Though I don’t do it for living.

I wanted to be a police officer at some point. (Not when I was a kid)

[bleucommelhiver]

😭😭😭 thank you for thinking of me, you are the absolute sweetest! 💕💕💕

To the ones who have the time to talk stupid with me whip my ass into shape while producing quality content: @glaive-eve @lucianhuntress @owldearest @singlebecauseofthechocobros @ghostl0rd @notsoartistic

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

[studio-star-quality]

≪ Previous

Preparing for the final scene has begun already when Eve returns. Selene is browsing a catalogue with obvious disgust and fury, the pages nearly tearing apart as she turns them. She keeps glaring daggers at her co-star, who is having a discussion with the director.

“I’m back,” Eve informs her mistress with a delighted exhale. Selene responds with a curt nod, but doesn’t look into her direction. Nor does she bother to question the sudden excitement in Eve’s undertone.

“Hopefully my brother wasn’t too much pain in the ass like he usually is,” Selene grunts. “I don’t know why he has to come here every goddamn day just to show off.”

“It was no big deal,” Eve says, her cheeks gaining a shade of rose and she’s lucky that Selene is more interested in murdering her enemy with the power of her intense stare. “I think he is doing a good job.”

Selene freezes, and Ravus notices her eyes drilling into his perfect marble skin. She quickly decides that the catalogue is quite interesting. Her heart starts racing anxiously and she feels like a piece got stuck in her throat.

“Good job?” she mutters and turns her back towards the icy pair of eyes. “You should probably take something from the catering table while it actually has something edible. We’ll start shooting again in five.”

“Alright. I’ll be in the back.”

She hopes for the time to stop, but five minutes are gone almost in an instant, and Selene has to find her role in the act again. Ravus stands in front of her, closer than before, looking stoic and emotionless as always. He glows of determination, but the rest remains a mystery.

For a moment she can feel how the air around them slows down as the camera begins rolling. There is just the two of them in that room.

It’s just her and the man she has always loved. How happy they are to be reunited once again.

Ravus wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her even closer, like it is an act from an old, cliche movie with no audio. He is so close that she can feel his warmth; not ice as she had thought. His lips draw closer and her mind is trying to focus on the character, but the fire that drives her is weakened and electrified.

Her gaze falls on his lips, perfect and beautiful, and hypnotizing. She feels drawn to him, or maybe it’s just the character she is? Selene is lost as their lips gently graze against each other, before they mold into one, sweet creation of desire. Butterflies flutter in her chest and her body prickles.

His lips taste of tea, and his clothes smell of sylleblossoms that grow almost on the other side of Eos.

“Aaanndd…. cut!”

The magic word is spoken from the distance. It’s like a brutal poke from far, far away, or like a cold shower raining from above. It causes Selene to jump back from Ravus’ hold. Her heart is still ramming against her ribcage.

His eyes are just as empty as always, but Selene notices that funny look he had before during the previous shoot. It passes through his stone cold expression like a shooting star. It may be brief, but it’s enough for the fires to roar again across her body.

The director is discussing with the assistant, but Selene isn’t able to understand their conversation. Her brain is jammed and all she can do is stare at her co-star. Only the words she dreads more than anything in her current state cause her to wake up from the bewitchment.

“Let’s re-shoot!”

Next ≫

[lucianhuntress]

About Me

So, here is some cool stuffs about me in case you were interested to know who the hell is Lucianhuntress? Well, let me tell you something...

I mostly run around by the name Sakumartti.

I am 26 years old.

From Finland!

Scorpio. 

I’m not that venomous though. I’m actually pretty friendly.

Sometimes.

Okay, most of the time.

I am a chef but don’t work as one. I love cooking and baking though.

Baking is love, baking is life.

Quite a music addict. I need to listen to music almost constantly.

I love games. Final Fantasy has been part of my life since the PSX.

Yes Cloud, I’m looking at you.

I have a cat: Lulu.

I’d describe myself as a weird, random and ultimately funny person. But someone might disagree. I mean, my jokes are terrible.

And then some random stuff about me as a writer:

I started writing fanfictions... like when I was 12? 13? Something like that.

And I wrote pretty random fictions that I hope to have vanished into oblivion.

I wrote a lot with @glaive-eve back in the day.

Good times.

Then I had a looooong break. Like seriously, a long break.

But then Dragon Age Inquisiton happened. 

I started writing again.

In Finnish. *disgusted shiver*

And eventually, I moved onto FFXV.

I wrote a bit in Finnish again.

But Finnish sounds so... nasty. So I started writing in English.

And here I am with my weird fanfiction and drawings.

I regret nothing.

[sherniwrites]

Deathday

Fandom: DC universe

Warnings: mention of death

Pairing: established Jason Todd x Reader

Notes: it is April 27th and you know what the means. It’s the death anniversary of Jason Peter Todd and he still deserves better. This is a little different than what I normally do and I’m posting from my phone. But I hope you guys enjoy and are staying safe. This also is mostly in thanks to @c-qcat feeding off of my hyper-fixations. 

Time passes in waves. You don’t remember the days. You don’t try to remember this day in particular but like a clock you always get hit with melancholy days before. You try not to let him see it affect you but you don't complain when he pulls you in closer. Nor do you question if it’s for your benefit or his. Jason goes harder during patrol. Taking his anger out. Patrolling crime alley and stalking for prey.

It’s the night before and you finished your patrol. You don’t need to call Jason to know where he is and head there. You end up in a trance. Reflecting on everything that’s happened since that ill fated day 7 years ago.

When you see him sitting in front of his grave, your heart splits a little more. When he died, there was a void in you. An emptiness that always reminded you that your best friend was gone. When he came back, albeit broken and scared, it filled again. But it wasn’t the same. Life had broken and shaped you both. When you see this side of Jason, the broken and scarred one, you’re reminded of that void. You don’t say anything in greeting and just sit next to him in silence. He needs this you think when you eye the bottle of whiskey in his hand. Hell you do too. You used to come here every week to talk to him and you didn’t realize how much life had changed. It must have been close to an hour of silence before you lay a hand on his and ask him to go home.

He instead asks you to stay. Stay with me, I don't know how to be alone right now. So you do, passing the whiskey between you two. The sun starts to peak over the horizon when the bottle finishes and he stands up, grabbing your hand and walking home with you.

After you two shower and change, you pull him into your arms for a short nap. But you lie awake for a few hours. His breathing is evened out and he’s calm. You pray that tonight doesn’t greet him with the same nightmares he’s had the past few days. Your hands are tracing his scars. One is on his back and the other is in his hair feeling the scars left behind by the crowbar. You feel the void in your heart grow bigger, the lump in your throat feels suffocating but you won’t cry. You’ve cried enough over the past few days. You don’t know when but you eventually drift off to sleep.

You wake two hours later, disoriented because Jason isn’t with you. You get out of bed and get ready. When you walk into the living room you didn’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t the other outlaws and Jason’s brothers.

What’s all this? you ask. Jason turns to you with a smile but it certainly doesn’t meet his eyes

It’s my deathday babe. He’s a smart little shit but you know his ploy. Looking at his brothers you see it’s working. He’s deflecting so that others don’t pity him but he’s also keeping his loved ones close to ground himself. You don't question him any, and go along with it. You understand, so you laugh at his jokes with him, tease him along with his family about how much he jokes about his death.

But when they leave at the end of the night, you're the one who initiates, you pull him back to bed, you fold him into you, tuck his face into your neck, cradle him close, maybe it's just wishful thinking that you'd be able to truly fully protect him given the nature of everything he does and will continue to do, but for tonight, you’re gonna trace his scars and whisper love into them. You’re going to remind him that they show how strong he was. How despite what this fucked up universe put him through, he came back and he came back to you.

He's gonna fall asleep in your arms, and when he wakes in the morning, he’ll feel better than he has in a long while because he has you to support him and love him like you are and he knows he’ll heal. And when he kisses you in the morning with your favorite breakfast from when you were kids- you’ll feel that void close back up.

Tags: @c-qcat @creative-frequency @luvleekaotix-imagines @lucianhuntress @toastronaut @singlebecauseofthechocobros @owldearest @theforceofdarkandlight

[singlebecauseofthechocobros]

WERE NUMBER 10 YALL 🙌🏻 @glaive-eve @lucianhuntress @bleucommelhiver @owldearest @promptoastandbutter

2017′s Top Video Games

⬆️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬅️➡️⬅️➡️🅱️🅰️

1. Overwatch +1 2. Mystic Messenger +2 3. Dream Daddy

4. Persona 5 5. Undertale −4 6. The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild 7. The Sims 4 −1 8. Bendy and the Ink Machine 9. Cuphead 10. Final Fantasy XV 11. Splatoon +2 12. Mass Effect: Andromeda −2 13. League of Legends −3 14. Kingdom Hearts −3 15. Fire Emblem Heroes 16. Pokémon Sun and Moon −11 17. Night in the Woods 18. Life is Strange −3 19. NieR:Automata 20. Team Fortress 2 21. World of Warcraft 22. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim 23. Hiveswap

24. Animal Crossing: New Leaf −7 25. Eldarya 26. Stardew Valley 27. Fallout 4 −19 28. Choices: Stories You Play 29. My Candy Love 30. Dark Souls

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

[singlebecauseofthechocobros]

Merry late Christmas to @sherniwrites! I am so sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it and you crush this New Year! Also I apologize for tweaking the prompt. I thought it was for NYE the whole time and when I reread the prompt I had written about 3/4ths of this lol. Anyway i love you girl and thank you so much for being a great friend. 

Original Prompt: : # 37 “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

Edited due to my error: “You didn’t think I’d let you spend New Years alone did you?”

From the inside of his apartment Nyx only had one wish: that his damn television volume could be turned up louder. Even though the sound from the monitor echoed throughout his living space at max volume, the noise was still not loud enough to block out the hollering and cheers from the city above. The sounds of fire crackers and chants filled his home, driving him a bit towards madness with every passing minute.

Normally, he would be out with his comrades, celebrating the ringing in of the New Year, but tonight he just didn’t feel up to it. A night in didn’t sound half bad.

Sipping on his beer and attempting to focus on the news displaying on the television, Nyx was lulled out of his trance when he heard a knock on his door. He sighed to himself, expecting it to be Libertus and Crowe, there to drag his ass out for a night of gallivanting and drinks. What he had not expected was fellow glaive member Rai Alsayf posted in his doorway with a bottle of champagne in one hand with two glasses in the other and a small bad slung over her shoulders.

“Rai,” he questioned, looking her up and down. She was out of her normal glaive attire and dressed in a long gold sequin gown that reached a little past her calves. The strappy heels added a few extra inches bringing herself almost equal in height to Nyx. Her long glossy black hair was straightened and hung down her back and the dress itself was a bit more open in the front than she probably realized. Or perhaps she knew exactly what she was doing.

“It’s rude to stare Ulric,” she laughed, inviting herself inside and trying to hide the red warming her cheeks. She could remember in great detail the last time she visited the glaives apartment. The memories alone caused her face to redden deeper. As she past her colleague, he closed his eyes taking in the intoxicatingly sweet perfume she had dabbed on her neck and wrists earlier in the evening. “What are you doing home? It’s nearly midnight.”

Her words snapping him out of his trance, he shook his head and shut the door, “I just didn’t feel in the mood for festivities tonight. Thought a night in sounded better.”

The woman turned to face him and gave him a look that expressed that she was not buying that explanation for one second. “I know you better than that. What is really going on?”

The glaive sighed and took a seat in one of the chairs he had at the dining table, “It’s not a big deal. Just after everything this year I really wonder if the next will be any better ya know? I mean we do our jobs; we fight the wars, and all for what? When does it end? People are up there cheering that this upcoming year is going to be different. But will it really? Aren’t they all the same?” He didn’t realize how he must sound once he spoke it all aloud but Rai did not judge him for it.

Instead she took a seat across from Nyx, placing her hand delicately over his, “It may not end,” she spoke truthfully, “But that doesn’t mean you don’t make an impact. Children get to grow up, people are able to fall in love, and the elderly can live out their lives peacefully. Now those may only be a couple examples but you make a difference. The whole glaive makes a difference. Just because it’s a new year does not mean things are just going to change. But the hope that they do and the hope that this New Year will be better keeps people going.” He met her eyes and she gave him a soft smile, “At least that’s what I have to tell myself.”

“Thanks” he replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Always Nyx,” she whispered, “Now,” she spoke enthusiastically and jumping out of her seat, “I have in my purse two party hats, a few pairs of beaded necklaces and some balloons we need to blow up but otherwise I have brought the party to you Nyx Ulric and we have about five minutes till the new year’s starts so we need to set up.”

Chuckling to himself he replied with a “yes ma’am” and put on every article she brought for him. Once the two had blown up a few balloons and adorned themselves with decorations, they stood in front of the television which was now displaying a live countdown.

60 seconds

“Hey Rai,” Nyx spoke, turning to her, “How did you know I was here anyway?”

The woman smiled a coy smile and looked at him, “Well I originally met up with the team; Crowe, Lib, Pelna, and of course Tredd and Luche were there too. When I noticed you were absent I stole a bottle of champagne and headed here knowing you were most likely sulking at home.”

45 seconds

“Well then why come all the way down here? I’m sure the party you were attending would have been a way better time than spending your new year’s here in my mess of an apartment.”

“You didn’t think I’d let you spend New Year’s alone, did you,” she asked raising a brow, “No one should be alone for any holiday and I figured ringing in the new year with you was the better alternative to having Tredd try and shove his tongue down my throat.”

30 seconds

“So you would rather me shove my tongue down your throat? Is that what I’m understanding?”

The woman rolled her eyes and shoved his shoulder, “You know what I mean. Although after everything we’ve been through this year…”

“Yeah,” he urged her on, moving towards her.

20 seconds

“W-well I just don’t know if ringing in the New Year with you as my first kiss would be such a bad way to start it off.”

Nyx was directly in front of her now, remembering all the days and nights they had spent together but never acted upon. How she drove him absolutely mad but made him the happiest he could be. How soft her skin felt on his and how melodic her laugh was when it filled the room. How she looked past all his flaws and cared for him for who he was.

10 seconds

“That’s crazy,” he started, making the woman’s eyes dart up to his in panic for a brief moment, “I was actually just thinking maybe you could be my new year’s resolution. We ring in the New Year and take it on together.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad Ulric,” Rai smiled, as both turned towards the television and listened for the roars of the city above praising the New Year and beginnings.

“Happy New Year Ulric,” Rai murmured, her lips inches from his.

“Happy New Year Alsayf,” he answered back before pulling her to him and ringing in the New Year right.

The Crew: @creative-frequency @lucianhuntress @owldearest @promptoastandbutter @bleucommelhiver

[bleucommelhiver]

WAYWARD CHILDREN | Noctis x Reader x Nyx «ch. 1»

RATING: SFW, increases to NSFW after ch. 4 aka Wrong (aka Nyx solo-fun time in the shower). WORDS: 1,787 SUMMARY: You finally find your place in life with the Glaives, only for it to be torn away on the eve of the Lucian-Niflheimian Peace treaty. Left with nothing more than the promise you’ve made to your King, you struggle to fulfill your duties to the Crown Prince. Especially since you’ve left your heart back in Insomnia with the hero of the Kingsglaive. NOTES: Finally cross posting this from AO3 as a celebration from my 6 month hiatus (whoooo…). To those of you who have been patiently waiting, I’m sorry for the delay - I don’t have any real excuses except writing has been getting harder and harder for me with my increasing work commitments. Thank you for sticking by this 💕 and keep an eye out for chapter 5 dropping tomorrow on AO3!  @singlebecauseofthechocobros & @glaive-eve thank you guys for essentially betaing for me ;A; and whipping me to shape. TAGGING (hopefully those who haven’t read it and would maybe be interested; if I miscategorized I’m sorry!): @lucianhuntress @hanalwayssolo @sonsoflucis @nykamito @warnjai-17 @chocobropuffs @ffxvhoe @hypaalicious @inconsistencys @themissimmortal @hextme @littleblackdragonchronicle @a-kingsglaive-hero 

CHAPTER 1: kin

O’er warred lands, under brimstone sky, bloodless Kin to the Chosen begot. Vestal amongst daemons, blessed of face, this vitiated heart the Gods have sought. For only when the darkness reigns, shall light cometh and Peace be wrought. “Long live the King, and his Glaive sublime, for her Sacrifice will not come to naught. — Lost Articles of Nadir, 15:3

M. E. 756, days before the fall of Insomnia…

You take a deep breath before pushing open the opulent doors to the throne room. The grand hall is empty except for the King seated upon his throne and Titus Drautos, commander of the Kingsglaive, on the dais below. Your captain turns to acknowledge your entrance as you bow at the foot of the throne.

“Your Majesty. Captain Drautos.”

King Regis waves a tired hand, “You know very well there is no need for such formality.”

Reflexively, your brow rises in question. You relax your stance but decide to keep your arms latched respectfully behind your back.

“Walk with me,” he commands.

“Yes, your Majesty.”

CONTINUE ON AO3.

[owldearest]

It's late, so I'm being a sap.

It's Christmas, so I just wanted to thank some of the people who mean the most to me.

I'll start with my RL friends:

@bt7274: you are one of the most sarcastic people, I know and I love you for it. I'm so glad that we met and that we've been able to become as close as we are. If it hadn't been for you, I probably wouldn't have started writing again, nor rejoined the FF fandom. I love you so much, and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.

@angrymarshmallowdamianwayne: see above. I'm so glad I met you, and even though we may want to kick the shit out of each other sometimes, I don't know what I'd do without you. You and BT are a huge part of why I haven't killed myself. I love you, chibi.

@the-angelic-consulting-dwarf: angelic my ass. Jk. I love you so much, and I miss you. Our little group feels so incomplete without your chirping comments and without your thirst for Thane. We need our Gladio. The stronk one. You are also a fantastic person, and I'm so glad that our trade of coffee-filters for batteries led to the friendship it did.

Now, for the crew:

@glaive-eve, I am so glad that I met you in Moosh's server earlier this year. You are so creative and talented, I find myself looking up to you. Thank you so much for being my friend. I love you, Eve.

@bleucommelhiver, like Eve, I'm so glad I met you in Moosh's server. You have such a wonderful sense of humor and you're such a hard worker. And you're so talented. I admire you so much. Plus your shoes are on point at all times. Thank you for letting me talk to you, and being such a good friend. I love you, Ciel.

@singlebecauseofthechocobros, I'm so glad I met you through Eve! You are fantastic, both as a normal human and as a writer! And you are so Savage. My god, woman. I love you, and thank you.

@promptoastandbutter, you are so strong. You have strength that I don't, and I wish you could see that. You're so sweet, and funny, and some days I just want to hug you. Much like Prompto, actually. I love you so much, and I hope next year is so kind to you.

@lucianhuntress, same as Toast. You are so strong and I admire that. You're funny, and sweet, and kind, and you have great taste in energy drinks. Your writing skills are 10/10 and I love both you as a person and your writing so much. Thank you for being my friend.