#well i'll stay in the ship and i ain't hopping down

[itfitsitshipsart]

You're gonna go far kid, Cupid's chokehold & Dynamite

Thank you! ^3^ More Raven <3

YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR, KID :: Where were you and your f/o’s first impressions of each other?

Raven found her to be quiet, polite, and pretty. And he could see right away that how she was living, she was kept under very protective guidelines in her family home.

Evelyn found Schwann rather stiff and serious. But she was going to have to he with him, so she hopped for the best.

Now for Raven (cause she didn't know it was him when she first met Raven), she thought he was oddly nice and helpful. She felt an instant calm and safety by him as well, which she couldn't quite understand why. She just knew she could trust him. Only later did she realize because he is her knight.

CUPID’S CHOKEHOLD :: What was the first time you or your f/o ever called the other by an “official” title? (boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, etc)

It was well over a year after their first meeting. Evelyn wanted it sooner, but Raven wasn't in the position or mentality to accept it. He loved her for all that time and felt he couldn't and shouldn't. But she loved him back. Finally, after so much time (and one game plot and character arc later), Raven saw himself as a person and somehow who maybe is worthy and allowed to love.

And she was right there waiting for him. It became official late after a moonlit walk, and Evelyn confessed.

DYNAMITE :: Is there a song that you strongly associate with your ship? Any particular lyrics that resonate with you for your ship?

This song right here

It's the opening theme to the game itself, and even though it was made with 2 other main characters in mind... I still see all the others, and Raven and my S/I. Because it's a song about longing and waiting, and wanting to be with each other. Which, for the length of the game, is exactly how the ship goes.

Living in the past is not the way to live

I wish you could hear me say that I miss you

Raven definitely lives in the past, as it haunts him constantly. While Evelyn just wants to be with him and be there for him.

Trying to believe walking down the lonesome road

Ain't so far, I ain't so far from you

Staying the way you are means solitude

I wish you were here and shook off my fear

And they were both quite lonely without each other.

If I lose you somewhere, and I'm still hanging in there

I will ring a bell until you feel me by your side

Last chunk of lyrics I'll put here. Because even if Raven didn't know this until the end of his journey, she was always wanting to support him, to help him the best she could. Even when she didn't know where he was, she did what she could for him, until he finally came back to her and could love himself and her.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Supportive Regis (Gladnis AU)

So following the Supportive Clarus headcanons, and into the headcanon that Regis is the supportive parental figure to Ignis in Gladnis AU, I’ve tried to come with headcanons for it (adding a Read More for all of you out of the ship/headcanon, not to be bothered by a long post).

Regis and Ignis don’t get to spend too much time together, so his and Gladio’s relationship (as compared to) isn’t as fun/developed as it is between Clarus and Ignis.

The king is a busy man, and he gives priority to spending his free time with Noctis, so there’s very little time left...yet, if it’s up to him, he will choose to see Ignis.

Regis hates the way Ignis bottles up all his feelings, emotions and personal thoughts: he was raised to think he doesn’t matter so long he’s not treating royal issues and being “of use”.

Therefore, Regis will always look for subtle ways to make Ignis talk about his personal life.

Ignis won’t notice when the conversation went from last night’s Council meeting to how Gladio made a mean comment on their last date.

“*gasp* He didn’t”

“Astrals, he did”

Regis knows that if he gives one second to Ignis to think, Ignis will go “My apologies. My personal life isn’t important. We were talking about...” and will go back to robot-mood in which he only works.

That’s why Regis comes up with those awkward teenage-like responses: so that Ignis’ reflex is to answer and carry on with the conversation.

Regis likes Ignis “fangirl” mode: he will ramble a lot and move the hands, but his tone is the same as if he would be treating royal matters: keeps it cool, but if you take his words alone, he’s totally teenage-like rambling on his boyfriend.

At first Regis only wanted Ignis to talk bc it’s not healthy to bottle up everything, but turned out to be deeply interested in the issues themselves.

Plus Regis gives the greatest advise on the romantic issue: not on flirting or making the partner laugh, but on what love means and what it means to have a beloved one.

Regis is a gossip mess in the Gladnis matter.

“Ignis, you won’t believe what Clarus said that Gladiolus said about you the other day”

“Ignis, I heard from Clarus that Gladiolus was who hid your tie- it’s in the training hall”

“Ignis, you won’t believe what Clarus said about you the other day”

“Ignis, bet you can’t guess what Clarus’ going to gift you today”

“Ignis, Clarus said you left a great impression on him”

“Ignis, Clarus says”, “Ignis, Clarus thinks”, “Ignis, I heard that Gladiolus”.

“Ignis, Clarus praises your loyalty”

“Wh-wha- did he really... ahem, apologies. I meant to say I’m deeply honored that  Mr. Amicitia thinks-”

“And he says he’s so happy to have you as son-in-law and loves you”

“DID HE REALLY, OMG”

Indeed, Regis is so weak for Gladnis and Amicitia-Ignis gossip he was who told Ignis he was having dinner for the first time with the Amicitia before even Gladio could ask Ignis.

“IGNIS, SON, GO LOOK FOR YOUR BEST CASUAL-FORMAL ATTIRE. In a day or two you’re going to be asked to have dinner with Clarus and family! :D”

“to haVE WHAT-!? D:” Ignis also accidentally dropped some papers he was carrying by accident after stumbling upon his own feet as he quietly yelped that out.

Ignis doesn’t show it but he’s profoundly concerned of the kind of impression he may leave to Clarus Amicitia as a human being, not just as co-worker, and Regis knows Ignis’ scared.

Regis almost didn’t get it, but he managed to catch up with Ignis when he was leaving the Citadel that day to give him some advise and support for that night.

Ignis was too nervous and forgot everything except “don’t be nervous”.

Regis is also weak for gossip the other way around

“Clarus, you won’t believe what Ignis said about you the other day”

“Clarus, Ignis says he not only respects but also admires you”

“Clarus, the other day Ignis said Mr. Clarus and not Amicitia, omg, he loves you”

“Clarus, bet you can’t guess what Ignis’ going to gift you in your birthday”

“Clarus, the other day Ignis told me he really, really admires you”

“I’m honored to know-”

“And he said you’re more his dad than his real dad”

“...Did he really ;A; <3 “

Also after that first dinner together: “Clarus, Ignis was terrified of last night, you terrify him”

“Oh, was it terror? I thought he was just shy. He shouldn’t be scared, though. He behaved amazingly.”

“Ignis, you left a good impression last night, Clarus said...”

There was this once Noctis told Regis about his “new friend who loves photography”; Regis asked him what kind of stuff he liked to photograph, and when the list got to “sometimes Ignis and Gladio, too”, Regis asked Noctis to ask Prompto for some of those pictures.

That was Regis’ gift to Gladio and Ignis on their second anniversary: a bunch of photographs of the two of them, some of which they didn’t even know about.

Regis is really a fangirl mess for Gladio and Ignis’ relationship. Supports it as hell.

Regis had shown so much care for Ignis and his relationship that he’s the first person to come to Ignis’ mind when he wants to share something, even just a small comment .

Regis is also first in mind when Ignis is overwhelmed by emotions (whether they’re good or bad) and he doesn’t know who to go to (when he can’t/doesn’t want to go to Gladio).

When Ignis’ overwhelmed by emotions he will try to swallow it and “not bother anyone”. Except Regis always notices, and will always ask.

Ignis will say nothing on his emotions, so it’s always up to Regis to scan the guy and see if there’s anything bothering him. That’s the only way Ignis will talk those issues: when asked by Regis.

There was this once Ignis had a fight with Gladio and both snapped bad words (they didn’t mean to), and Ignis was terribly upset but tried not to show it.

Which was fine until he saw Regis.

The mere image of the king, his fatherly figure, looking at him broke him. Still, Ignis tried to keep composure and just started reporting things to Regis.

Regis noticed as soon as Ignis put the head lightly down that something was wrong. He asked, but Ignis ignored him and continued reporting like a robot with a memorized speech unable to stop.

When Regis put a hand on Ignis’ hair, Ignis just broke down.

As reserved and overly respectful as he is, he didn’t dare look up or get closer; he just cried and cried standing there, using his hands to clean his eyes, and apologizing over and over, hating himself because “Why can’t I stop?”

“My apologies, your Highness...I-I’m wetting the report papers...”

Like Regis gave a shit about the report papers.

Regis is always the one who has to bring Ignis in a hug; Ignis won’t touch the king otherwise.

It was Regis’ photographs-gift what brought Gladio and Ignis to apologize and work things out.

Regis knows Ignis is very embarrasssed (in a bad way that saddens the young adviser) because Clarus loves him so much, and he has had dinner with the Amicitia hundreds of time in over 2 years, and he was even given keys of the Amicitia house, while the Scientia haven’t given a chance to Gladio (they’re “too busy for teenage romance nonsense”).

So one day Regis asks for Gladio and Ignis into Council meeting, except there’s no council meeting, and the table is set for dinner.

“Your Majesty, I apologize. What are we celebrating?”

“Gladiolus, please forget about formalities. Tonight is family dinner.  I’m Ignis’ father today.”

Ofc Gladio’s puzzled at first, but Ignis’ just as shocked: he had made comments on his problem with his parent, and had said he would “like to have dinner with Gladio and at least one of his parents”, he just wasn’t expecting this.

Yet, Ignis knew this was a real “family dinner” unlike what he would have gotten had his parents agreed someday.

Regis doesn’t say it but he really wishes to attend two weddings and walk two sons down the aisle one day. Not just Noctis.

Regis feels so much of a dad to Ignis that he once mistook him by that.

“...and that’s why I think it is important to tell your brother.”

“...to tell...who, your Highness? I...do not have any siblings”

“Oh. I meant...I meant Noctis”

Regis is chuckling and snorting at his own stupidity, but Ignis doesn’t understand: he interpreted it as a way of Regis to say Noctis and Ignis were good friends, never once did it cross Ignis’ head that the king had thought he was his son.

One of the last things Regis said to Gladio, regarding Ignis, was: “While I do know he doesn’t require of it, I do ask you to protect Ignis as well. I know your only responsability is to protect my son...but so is Ignis’. Ignis has no sense of self-care, and I fear he will blindly sacrifice himself only for the sake of protecting my son. You can save yourself and Noctis at once, but Ignis forgets he’s a human, and will only save Noctis if the situation is at hand. I do ask you, not as a king but as a father to Ignis, to look after him if necessary. Do not forget that behind your shied there’s not only Noctis; there’s Ignis, using his own body as a second shield for my son in case yours breaks. I ask too much, I’m aware, and while failure is part of life...I do ask you, Gladiolus, walk tall and try not to fail”.

That’s why Gladio takes so serious his role as Shield of the King: not only is it his task as Amicitia and his personal goal/life purpose, it’s also a personal promise to Regis.

Maybe that’s why he becomes SO angry to life and so overprotective to Ignis after Altissia: he failed to Regis. Twice.

I didn’t mean such sad last point but it made so much sense agh I hate me.

I’m a Gladnis trash mess and I regret nothing. I need more Regis in my life,  dammit.

[kairi-lansley]

I want to tell you all a true story. None of this is fabricated or exaggerated. I'm not going to give every single detail because this will already be a long post. I want to tell you a true story about the love of my life:

When you're a hitch-hiker, life is completely different from how normal people live it. You learn to live and survive completely off of the kindness of strangers and have to roll with whatever the universe decides to throw at you that day. Everything can change, you're life could be in danger if you make a bad decision.

By the time I'd reached Taos, NM my money was completely spent. I was out of real food and the only thing I had to eat for three days were some homemade pot cookies that I had been rationing because I needed SOMETHING to eat. I had been sitting out on the sidewalk next to a Walmart flying a sign so I could get enough change to buy myself something substantial to eat.

While I was sitting there with a cardboard sign that said "Spare some change to fuel my rocket ship" (it was my favorite sign and people typically threw me whatever they could because they found it amusing) a guy about my age walked over to me. He introduced himself as "Tex." His hair was blond and shaved down into a military style cut, his eyes were the same green-blue as mine, and he was about 5'11. He asked if I was a traveler. I told him I was and he explained to me that he was as well and that he was on his way to The National Rainbow Gathering. That was my destination as well. He asked how long I'd been in Taos to which I replied I'd only just arrived that day.

By this time I'd made enough change to walk over to McDonald's and grab myself a couple cheeseburgers so he offered to walk with me. We talked about our travels, he was here from Austin, TX, this was his first time hitch-hiking too, his dad had passed away from cancer and when that happened he decided to hit the road and find himself. We ate lunch together. I told him my story. How I had been horribly depressed and living alone in my own apartment when a couple of my friends had showed up from Iowa to ask if I wanted to travel. Little did they know I was about to overdose and had everything set up to do so. Part way through our journey we decided to split up and race to the Gathering.

"So you're alone then?" he asked, wolfing down his large fries.

"Yeah," I replied. "Aren't we all though?"

There was something in that moment when he looked at me. A kind of quiet stillness. He saw through the facade of a joke I'd made. He saw I wasn't just talking about traveling and he saw that I was terribly, agonizingly alone I was. Either that or I'm just projecting because it was exactly what I saw in him too. We made an agreement that moment, not with words, there were none, just silence. We would travel the rest of the way to the gathering together.

After our lunch he asked if I'd like to walk around town with him. Taos is a beautiful little town. To the east there were mountains and to the west nothing but desert and mesa. We'd spent the whole day just walking around, looking at all the little touristy shops. Joking, laughing, at one point we flew a sign together to get some dinner and ate it picnic style in the middle of Taos Plaza where there was a free jazz show being played. While we were sitting there a man came over to us. He introduced himself to us and asked if we had been flying a sign outside of Walmart. I told him we had and then he asked where we were staying.

"We haven't actually figured that out yet. Probably in a park." Tex told the man.

The guys smiled, "Not tonight you're not. I'm staying over at the Sun God Inn for the next two weeks while I'm here on business and I have a spare bed. If you two need a place to rest your head later you can come down."

Tex and I thanked this stranger profusely and he told us what room he was in. He sat with us a bit longer before deciding he'd had enough of the free concert and wanted to go back to his room.

"You two enjoy your evening and just come knocking when you need."

After the man left, Tex and I stayed listening to the music. The sun had started to set and I remember thinking that New Mexico sunsets were far more beautiful than any other place I'd been. Tex stood up and shyly smiled then asked, "So I know you're not really a girl.... and that's okay with me.... and I'm Bisexual.... and I ain't that good at this sort of thing.... but would you maybe like to dance with me?"

My heart stopped. I was a little wounded about the "not really a girl" but it didn't matter because he meant well. I recall looking up at him and saying "I only know how to dance like a stripper." He laughed. With a gloved hand he took mine, pulled me to me feet, then insisted that I dance with him. I protested a bit giving him a million reasons why I can't dance before he said "Who cares? None of these people are going to see us again." He was right.

We spent maybe half an hour slow dancing in the plaza, under the burnt orange sky of the setting sun. I remember thinking this was the most incredible thing that's ever happened. He was so cute, definitely dirty but then again so was I since it'd been at least a week since my last shower. It didn't matter. I was happy, and his eyes were the most beautiful eye's I'd ever seen. The whole day had been amazing.

After the music stopped he asked if I was tired yet. I told him I wasn't so he asked if I wanted to go sit in the park. I remembered that I'd had a few more o those pot cookies left over so I suggested we could go down to Kit Carson Memorial Park and eat them. That's what we ended up doing. It was there on a picnic table under the stars where we were talking and stoned out of our minds when he grabbed my hand then very slowly leaned in and gave me our first kiss. To this day, no other kiss could ever compare.

After making out in the park for a bit we decided to go and sleep at the Inn the man had told us he was at. When we got there we knocked on the door. He was pretty drunk and welcomed us warmly. We stayed up for a while talking to him, telling the man about our travels, where we were going, talking about our lives, until he eventually decided to go to sleep. He gave us the remote and told us we could shower. So I showered first (it'd been so long I forgot how good they felt) and then Tex took one after me. I was laying under the covers flipping through channels while our host was sleeping in the other bed.

When Tex got out of the shower wearing just his boxer-briefs I stared at him in silent adoration. Shit, I was really developing some incredibly strong feelings for this guy. There wasn't a single thing about him I could find off putting or unattractive. That night he fell asleep holding me with his face in my hair.

When we woke up the next morning, our host had gone out and left us some coffee and donuts before he went wherever he had to go. There was also a note that said "Feel free to stay however long you need. There are some mushrooms in the nightstand. Be back later. Enjoy! ;)"

A lot of that day in the room was a blur but there were a few notable moments that I still recall. For instance while we were tripping I was laying on the bed holding hands with him and it felt like our life forces were melding, merging, our souls were one, we were one, and he told me this was how it was always supposed to be. Us against the world. I remember giggling when the Native American Shaman in the ceiling agreed with us. I remember giggling when we shut off the lights then removed the lamp shades from the lamps then placed them on our heads, playing some weird version of peek-a-boo. Finally, as we were coming down we held eachother and he said "Did you know I've loved you my entire life?" and I replied "Yes, because I've loved you my entire life."

Our host returned later that night, he was drunk again and we'd spent the day cuddling and talking in bed. Our host said something before he passed out that unnerved me a little but I brushed it off as just flattery, he said "You're a lucky man Tex. You're girlfriend is one hell of a catch." He then went on to tell us we were welcome to stay however long he needed.

The next day we woke up and decided to wander town. There's so many details I'm leaving out, but that's okay, I can't forget any of it. We were in love with eachother's souls that's all that matters right? At one point that day after we had spanged up enough money to eat lunch we were walking through town when we came across a bicycle at the park sitting unchained.

"You wanna borrow that?" Tex asked.

"Borrow? What do you mean? You mean steal it?" I asked nervously.

"No not steal! We're just going to borrow it then we'll bring it back."

Before I could say no he hopped on the bike and had me sit on the handle bars. It was terrifying yet exhilarating at the same time. We rode around town on the bike for a couple hours before my anxiety took over and I told him we needed to return the bike. So we did, and I was high on being a bad criminal that returns their stolen goods. No harm no foul. Again we slept at the motel, but that night our host busted out a guitar and played us classic rock songs while we sang along.

The next day Tex woke me up and said, "Hey I'm going to go down to Walmart and fly a sign. I'll be back in a few hours if that's okay." Our host had given us a key card to the room. I said that was alright and that I was just going to just hang out in the room because it was so hot outside. He kissed me, told me he loved me, and left.

About an hour later our host returned unexpectedly. He was drunk. More drunk than I'd seen him previously. I don't wanna go to into detail about what happened next but he said again "That boyfriend of yours is one lucky man" and then started to force himself on me. I was terrified, this man was bigger than me, stronger than me, and I was in such a state of shock that all I could do to fight back was to scream at him. Tex came back while this was all happening. I've never seen anyone get the shit beat out of them like that in my life, but Tex ripped the man off of me and kicked his ass. I was still shaken and he instructed me to grab my backpack. Our host was sitting bloodied and beaten against a wall and I watched as Tex grabbed his wallet, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, then threw the wallet at the man.

We left the room. I was still shaking and Tex did everything he could to calm me down, making sure I was alright, asking me if I needed anything, and kept repeating "I love you, I'm sorry, I love you." We made our way down the main strip and used the hundred dollar bill to get us a room in a different hotel for the night. We agreed that our time in Taos was over and that tomorrow we would head out of town for The Rainbow Gathering. We spent the night together, him consoling me after I had bandaged up his knuckles. We made love that night. He asked me if I'd marry him. I said yes. He said we'd do it tomorrow.

The next morning we caught a ride out of Taos and had our ride drop us off at the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge on U.S. Highway 68. We stood over the gorge hand in hand. There were other tourists on the bridge but we payed no notice to them. He turned to me after we stood in silence together and we had a mock ceremony. We made up vows on the spot, and we each other's hands with a knife then allowed our blood to mix and fall to the gorge below stating that blood is bond. We were happy.

After our little private ceremony we caught a ride west with a couple of guys who had been going by the bridge. They drove us all the way out to this crossroads outside of Tres Piedras. It had started to rain so we took shelter in a rusted car that was filled with trash sitting next to an abandoned gas station. It wasn't the ideal honeymoon spot but we were happy regardless. We spent the day in the car, we ate some dry ramen blocks, and finished the rest of my pot cookies. We were entirely happy.

The next day we woke up in the car and there was a Winnebago parked across the street with a woman sitting at a table outside of it. I decided to see what was going on so I got out of the car with no shoes on and started to walk over. I mis-stepped and stubbed my big toe, ripping all but a couple layers of flesh off of it. It was absolutely excruciating. I hobbled my way over to the woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. She was incredibly rude and very stuck up. I asked if she had any bands aids and she said no, so I asked if she had any paper towel, and she told me I'd have to pay fifty cents per piece. I was angry but since I didn't have an option I did so. I hobbled back over to the car and Tex woke up when I got in. I asked him if he had any tape or rubberband and he didn't so he rummaged through the random trash in the backseat and thankfully found a green rubberband wrapped around an old newspaper. He took the paper towel and folded it around my toe then wrapped it in place with the rubberband. It wasn't much but that's all we could do.

We spent the rest of the day sitting in the car. We figured out pretty quick that we were in a pretty bad position. The entire time we'd been there not a single car had passed. I remember saying, "If we die out here I'm glad we'll be doing it together." He smiled and kissed me on the lips, "I'm sure we won't die but I agree." The whole day passed by and we spent it talking, making out, talking some more. Just when we were about to give up hope of getting picked up and were preparing to figure out where the nearest town was, a pick up truck pulled into the abandoned gas station. Tex jumped out of the car and went running over to the passenger window. He talked to whoever it was then half skipped half run with the goofiest smile on his face. "Grab your stuff, babe, they're going to the gathering too!" I was so excited that I left my camera in the car and didn't realize it until we were already on the way.

The two men who gave us a ride were going to stay the night with an old friend of theirs and told us we were welcome to stay too. Tex and I were so happy to sleep in a real bed after having been in that car for so long. As soon as we got in bed together and cuddled up we fell right to sleep. I remember the next morning waking up to him laying next to me with a smile. He'd said he'd been awake for a bit and was just watching me sleep. It was the sweetest thing I'd heard. I nuzzled him and told him I loved him. We layed in bed snuggled up, enjoying the silent bond we both shared. After a while a knock came at the door and the younger of the two men said it was time to leave. So we got up, grabbed our bags and made our way out to the truck. Our hands were practically glued together the whole way except when we were passing joints with the other guys.

Once we got to our destination we were both incredibly stoned out of our minds. What happened next, is difficult to describe unless you've been to one of these gatherings. There are THOUSANDS of people and it's easy to get lost. We hadn't set up camp yet and I really had to pee so I went to find the communal piss ditch. We made our way to the trading circle which wasn't so much a circle as it was a road. He had stopped to look at something that someone was trying to trade. I asked him if he minded if I tried to find the ditch.

He smiled his beautiful smile and said, "Not at all, babe, I'll come find you when I'm done here."

"Okay." I said dancing from one foot to the next. Before I could turn around he pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss. I can still feel it as if it just happened.

"I love you more than you could know. And when I'm done we'll go set up camp and have a real honeymoon."

I told him I loved him too, that I'd see him in a few minutes. I eventually found the ditch and did my business. I stood at the end of the path that led to it waiting for him. He never showed. So after a while I went looking for him. I never saw him again.

Several years later I started asking around about him. Last night I found out Tex had passed away a couple years ago. He had been train hopping with another traveler. He tried to get off of a train and misjudged the speed as well as the jump. This traveler told me he was married, that he had fallen in-love and they got married a few days after meeting in Taos. That she was his soulmate. They got separated at the rainbow gathering and no matter how much or how hard he looked he could never find her again. He held out hope until the very end that we would be brought back together.

My heart aches. My soul weeps. RIP Tex. RIP My Soulmate.