#middy memes

[midocotea]

all this feels familiar somehow

[middimidoris]

Liam last night making the biggest play as Liev.

[duckdodger]

old mm mikey pics I never posted

[prudentfolly]

Day 18: Escape

Prudence does not often get away from her work. Every now and again, however, she spends several days 'enjoying' the sun by hiding away from it under big hats and staring wistfully out at sea.

[oneiroy]

4. Do they have a canon mount or minion? What's its name(s)?

Ryss still takes her ishgadian chocobo with her wherever she can! She loves chocobos as a simple and reliable mount, but she wasn't able to find and take her first chocobo with her when she had to flee Ul'dah. She managed to find its trace later on and found it with new owners. It seemed to be well taken care off, and she had another chocobo by then, so she didn't try to get it back.

As for minions, none of them follow her around dutifully, but she can often be found with a specific seagull harassing her, or arguing with a miniature Midgardsormr that no one else can see. The karakuls are the only ones being nice to her, but they only follow her around on her island sanctuary.

thank you so much for the ask!!

[loveleftbehind]

Oh. Right. He did have one of those, one of the few things he was actuall#y allowed to have.

“.. K.. Kris.” Not short for anything. Just Kris. If he ever had a last name he had forgotten it, and its not like anyone else would ever tell him. It was simply lost to time.

Probably.

“... It’s.. Short.”

It sure is.

He seemed to enjoy the sun, at least, the occassional soft ‘prrt’ escaping him as he took the time to rest.

Oh his aching bones. And muscles. And everything else.

“... Sorry.” He muttered, rustling a few leaves. Now that he thought of it, he wasn’t sure if anyone had given permission for him to say their name for a long time. It was always sir or ma’am. No matter the age. They all ranked above him and ‘deserved not to have their name tainted by his mouth.’

“... M.. Midnight.”

... It felt strange to him.

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

Hiya Middy! Long time no see!! I hope life has been kind to you 💜💜💜

lol we're thinking on the same wavelength today @coldshrugs 😂 :>

anyway. This was supposed to be a snippet. It...did not end up being a snippet omg, it really got away from me kdlfhgjkfdhgk. It's 3:40 in the morning and this is the first piece I've (more or less) finished in like 3 or 4 months. It's just under 1,300 words. Set a few weeks after the big Endwalker finale, so vague mentions of what happened there.

[prompt meme]

nascent hope & new beginnings

The uneven rhythm of O’ravi’s cane tapping on the cobblestone announces her presence before she emerges from the early morning fog that blankets Sharlayan, and Aymeric sets aside the report he was reading, its contents immediately forgotten.

She’s starting to look like herself again, a clarity in her eyes now that’s been absent since her return from Ultima Thule. The silver and teal shawl she’s wrapped around her shoulders clashes somewhat oddly with the dark red tunic dress she wears, which in turn contrasts with the royal blue ribbon that holds her hair in a loose ponytail. It’s a far cry from the well-coordinated outfits she wears for business and battle, but it suits her.

O’ravi smiles, a little lopsidedly, a little shyly, and waves. “Hey.”

“Good morning, Ravi.” He can’t help it—he runs to meet her, and offers his arm. “You’re up early.”

“The pain was too great to stay in bed. So I thought I might as well seek you out, enjoy the fresh air.” She moves to link her arm through his but pauses, a strange look on her face. Instead, she reaches up to grasp his collar and tugs.

Wordlessly, and with no small amount of confusion, he acquiesces to her wish and leans down.

And softly, sweetly, feather-lightly, she presses a kiss to his lips.

She withdraws before he realizes what happened, content. His heart lurches like a wounded animal within his chest, his breath suddenly shaky, and she winds her arm through his as if she didn’t just send him reeling.

He can’t bear to look at her, he can’t bear to look away. The kiss in Ala Mhigo, before she set out for Garlemald—when she’d kissed him like her survival depended on it only to flee for the airship. That was moons ago, and they’d not spoken of it yet. It was never the right time.

Now, this. Against all the odds she defeated Meteion and Zenos and made it home alive, and she could’ve gone to anyone—could’ve sought out anyone she wished—but she chose to be here. With him.

Halone have mercy.

They walk together down the garden path back to the pavilion. Her gait is unsteady and torpid, but between him and the cane she’s at no risk of falling. It frustrates and distresses her to be so robbed of strength, but he’s just glad to see her up and about and alive. Safe, and free.

There’s a chill on the breeze, carrying the promise of snow and the memory of home. The long walks they took through the Pillars on the eve of battles she didn’t believe she’d return from. He lays a hand over hers, letting her clammy hands soak up his warmth. Soon, they’d go home together, and never again would she need to leave fearing what fate awaited her in far-off lands. Not if he had anything to say about it.

They make their way to the bench where Aymeric left the report, and O’ravi attempts to fold her legs beneath her only to cringe and hiss when the motion aggravates some half-dozen different wounds.

“Careful,” Aymeric says, settling down beside her.

“It never gets easier.” She leans the handle of her cane into the corner of the pavilion wall, careful not to knock it over lest its clattering disrupt the morning quiet. Her tail swishes placidly as she shifts to close the distance between them, ensuring that her arm rests against his and her leg likewise touches his.

He raises his hand slightly in silent offering; without hesitation, she twines her fingers through his.

“Aymeric,” she says, so softly it’s almost a whisper, “what do you think happens now that the Final Days are over? No more Ascians, no more Garlean expansionism, no more Hydaelyn and Zodiark…”

“Years of rebuilding, to start with. No nation was spared the destruction the blasphemies and towers wrought—in every corner of the world, entire communities were wiped out, the population slaughtered or turned, to say nothing of the state of Garlemald. We must needs—”

O’ravi laughs. “No, no, no, I meant: duty and the wider world be damned, what do you want for your future?”

Ah.

He blinks stupidly, trying to cobble together an answer. “I’ve not put much thought into it, to tell you the truth.”

In truth, that is a flat-out lie. Of course he’s thought about it. But what he wants, what he longs for above all else—he cannot ask that of her. What if the request hurts her? And, perhaps it’s selfish, but what if her answer hurts him? Their friendship is too important to take the risk. No, he will hold his tongue.

“You don’t have to have it all figured out right now,” she says, and while her smile is tender there’s a knowing look in her eye that he can’t withstand. “Just think about it for a while.”

He never has been good at lying to her. His one consolation is that she’s just as bad at lying to him.

“What of you? The world is yours now, your life is your own again. What will you do with it?”

“Well.” She straightens her spine, ears twitching excitedly, and her smile takes on a mischievous edge. “After all I’ve done, I have more than earned the right to live as I see fit. I’ve earned the right to put duty and responsibility and reputation aside—and I know someone else who has earned the same.”

“We do owe much to your fellow Scions and Warriors of Light.”

“No, Aymeric, I mean you.” She takes his other hand in her own and squeezes. “The future is ours now. Ours to shape, ours to live. After all we’ve bled and suffered and sacrificed, we need to do something for ourselves. Just this much at least.” She leans towards him, and he has no choice but to meet her gaze. “You give and you give and you give of yourself until you have nothing left. The world takes and it never gives back, and before you know it you’ve lost yourself. I know this is happening to you because it happened to me, too. You have to draw a line in the sand somewhere and say, this is mine, this belongs to me, and the world can’t touch it. Aymeric, may I tell you what I want for the future?”

The light is glinting off the gold veins that mar her eyes. Her sincerity is painful to behold.

“Of course.”

“I want you to find yourself again. I want to find me again…and I want us to do it together. I want us to walk into the future together, hand in hand, side by side. Whatever paths we walk going forward, I want us to walk them together until the end of our days.”

“I…”

By the Fury, how is he supposed to answer that? How is he meant to—?

His heart is racing, and she’s watching him with such an innocence, a kindness that’s driving him mad.

Her wish answers the question he couldn’t voice. Yet it still leaves some things up in the air, namely: will they continue to keep a distance between them? Pretend Ala Mhigo never happened and remain friends and naught more?

A deeply foolish thought—he knows what the answer to that is, even if he won’t admit it—but nonetheless…

O’ravi raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “What say you, my brilliant blue knight?” His thoughts are spinning too rapidly to be trusted now, so despite the fact he’ll likely regret it later, he follows the impulse of his heart and kisses the scar that cuts across the bridge of her nose. Let that be answer enough.

[afraidofchange]

✨ :D

@gunslingcr | Positivity Meme

Middy! I've followed you across a few fandoms now and have always enjoyed your presence on my dash, even if I'm not as familiar with some fandoms as others. That said, I think you're great at capturing difference voices of characters despite them being rather different from one another.

[midocotea]

Just wanna go on record and say I did finish reading journey to the west a while ago, it is truly the most piece of literature of all time and I assure all I took it veeery seriously

anyway my favourite part was when while fighting Red Son Guanyin kept telling Monkey to shut the hell up

[aceofsweets]

Haha. Yeah. [ 🔑 ]

[starxscream]

can i get a latte with breast milk- sorry i mean breast milk- sorry i mean-

[middimidoris]

I just really love him your honor.

[smells-like-perfect-senses]

screenshots from larsjohnsonphoto story

[angrymemesandicecreams]

WHITE CHERRY TAKA-

CLOTHING MEME

She feels like the drippiest ketchup and mustard station in this burgerking!

[ssatxr-archive]

Create Your Muse Meme

Tagged By: more like stole from @thenarratorsgalaxy​

Tagging: Who ever wants!!! 

[middyrose]

I love the new Serizawa Adopts Tome spinoff