(wiggles eyebrows)

Okay, I finally beat the game and I’m  c r y i n g

So decided to draw an alternate reality where the Chocobros got to Altissia in time for the wedding - and Noctis had to have a photoshoot for publicity. Aaaand of course one of the shots is with his best men.

This was a commission for @jack-jazzrabbit! Thank you so much for letting me draw the boys!

A: are you fine?

B: yeah i work out

A: as in your wound

B: you looked at my butt first

anonymous asked:

can... we have more touchy klance hcs,,,

you’re so cute,, yes of course

  • whenever they’re out exploring a planet and keith sees something interesting he’ll grab hold of lance’s hand to get his attention
    • he’s telling lance to look and lance is like “yeah, mhm, i see,” but he definitely does not because he can’t look away from where keith hasn’t let go of his hand yet 
    • keith does not let go of his hand for the duration of the trip
  • one day shiro calls keith to his room to talk to him but when keith comes in his hair is french-braided really beautifully and he’s like !!! O.O
    • and he says “who did your hair? it’s really nice,” and keith kind of self-consciously touches it but he’s smiling a little and his cheeks are pink and he just says really quietly “it is isn’t it? lance did” 
    • shiro wiggles his eyebrows a little but doesn’t tease too much but ITS CUTE OKAY 
  • probably they’re sitting at a dinner with an alien species allura is trying to make an alliance with and start bumping knees with each other for no reason 
    • lance almost falls over at one point. allura is glaring. pidge is trying not to laugh
    • but also, lance can get nervous sometimes, depending on the day or who they’re talking to. he doesn’t show it and covers it up with his usual suaveness, but keith can be pretty perceptive, especially when it comes to lance
    • so his knee is bumping up and down rapidly during a dinner and he’s fidgeting with his hands 
    • keith just puts his hand on top of lance’s knee and then kind of reaches out to hold lance’s hand 
    • it helps a lot, for both of them really 
  • i kid you not keith probably has his fingers hooked around lance’s pant loops and they still think their rship is platonic
  • lance very casually tucking keith’s hair behind his ears and mumbling something about how he “can’t see your eyes, keith” 
  • or poking his face to get his attention and smiling really widely when keith turns to him and squishes his face so his lips are puckered up like a fish and says with exasperation but fondness “what do you waaanntt, lance?”
    • “you,” he says in a muffled voice (they’re not even together yet what kind of,,,,) 
    • (how do you smile when your face is squished like that i do not know but lance’s love for keith defies all facial expression limitations) 
  • catch lance trying to teach keith how to dance at 3 in the morning, hands on his hips, laughing quietly at how hard keith is concentrating
  • sitting on the sofa, lance playing with keith’s fingers, keith with his head resting on his shoulder
  • i’m getting carried away,,, 
I Need My Girl | Chapter Six

Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. Jughead pining for Betty who has no idea, What could go wrong?

Hey everyone! Chapter six is here and man shit is about to happen bruh. You guys have been so sweet with all of your comments and feedback and it makes me so happy. I love this bughead fandom and people have been more than welcoming which is really special. I tagged the following who have been breaking my heart with their awesome comments and those who’ve also asked to be tagged.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Words: 1583

Warnings: Talk of drinking problems again so be warned.

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

Harry Stiles

It was a method of disposing of herself. Drinking. Sure the taste of it was nice but that wasn’t why she needed it. She needed it to disappear. All the thoughts running around in her head could be stilled by a shot of tequila. She could forget about the absence of her dad. She could forget about her mother. She could forget about the raven-haired boy and his eyes, his smile, and the disappointment that would line his face, as she would leave again and again. With drinking it all became meaningless. Each moment of terror would fall to the back of her mind and she could giggle in a haze of hooch. It was a moment of bliss in a sea of horror. Blood and pain would reside in a sea of champagne. It is beautiful in a way, how easily a chemical can dispose of the pain, and yet intensifies it when the morning comes.

Betty Cooper wasn’t addicted to alcohol. She was addicted to feeling nothing.

Betty’s eyes opened and saw the lining of the inside of Jughead’s truck around her. Her eyes opened further and she realized it was morning. She shifted on the leather as she saw Jughead’s gaze on her. He leaned into her and handed her some ibuprofen and a water bottle.

Betty tossed the pills to the back of her throat and chugged the water as her eyes winced at the sunlight coming through the truck’s windows. She gained full consciousness as she stared back at Jughead. Her head turned to see where they were. They were in a parking lot outside of a building foreign to her. She could hardly remember the details of last night’s events but the look of the boy’s face made her feel uneasy.

“Jughead, where are we?”

“We are at one of New York’s finest rehabilitation centers, the Hazelden Betty Ford house.”

Betty’s chest closed up as the words flew out of Jughead’s mouth. Her eyes scrunched up as she bent down between her legs and held her hands around her neck, pulling herself into a ball.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

She felt like she was going to be sick.

Water began to collect in Jughead’s eyes as he saw her in panic. Her eyes blown in shock following, her pushing herself away from him and under her hands.

“I can’t make you go in, you have to make that decision for yourself.”

Betty didn’t respond as she unfolded and stared out in front of her as her eyes lightened and emptied themselves. She didn’t look at him. And god, it fucking hurt to see her switch gears in front of him and close up, pulling down the curtain, shutting off the connection. Her face-hardened and she sat there vacuous and fixed, it was like she wasn’t his Betty anymore. The rage that outlined her eyes made a shiver go down his spine.

A wave of anger crossed over her. The blood surrounding her bones boiled and it as though she was about to explode.

“But I…I’ve watched you stumble into my arms at four in the morning and listened to you tell me that you love me with alcohol on your breath too many times to take it anymore. I’m tired of it. And frankly I think you’re tired of it too.”

“You have no right.” Was all Betty could muster as she shook her head in disbelief.

“I have no right? The person who’s been there for you every time you’ve fell! Every time you’ve cried. Every time you couldn’t fall asleep. I have been picking you off the bathroom floor for five years, watching you drink yourself to death. Watching you fuck every single being who shows you just a smudge of adoration just so you can feel that rush!”

He began as he showed a look of annoyance at the phrase. The intention of the line stung. But it was the truth and he was tired of lying.

“I have been watching you pull this shit so many times and I can’t take it anymore. I’ve already done this. I know how this ends. You think I don’t have a Dad because of bad luck Betty? No. He’s a fucking alcoholic and I’m sure as hell not going to do this again. I have a right to want more than this.”

Jughead yelled the words as something unhinged, this was the first time Jughead had ever yelled at her like this, like he meant it.

He watched as the green around her pupils darkened and her lips parted in shock.

“I don’t… It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to take care of me, like that.”

“Yeah well I never thought that I’d be doing this all over again, especially with you.”

They sat in silence as they watched the clouds clear and the sun beat down on the truck. Betty took a deep breath before she turned to him and perched her legs up on the seat in front of him.

“I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I didn’t think about what it would mean for you. I didn’t think at all. You were just there, and I excited you. And something inside of me just wanted to take advantage of that…I wanted to do that to you. I didn’t realize how much of a mistake it was until at Cheryl’s that night.”

“You think it was a mistake?” Jughead’s voice croaked as he asked the question.

Betty’s eyes softened as she saw a sadness wash over his expression.

“I think that it wasn’t right for me to do that when I wasn’t and still am not ready for anything like that. I’m not used to being with someone who I…who I love. I don’t think I’ve ever connected the two, sex has never been about that for me.”

“What has it been about then?”

“Are you asking why I sleep with people like Veronica, Reggie, anyone really, and not you?”

“Maybe yeah. It hasn’t exactly been easy seeing and hearing about it all the time.”

“I didn’t know it bothered you so much.”

“I didn’t know why it was everyone but me.”

Betty took in his words, finally connecting all the clues. A lot of it made sense now.

“That’s because after I did that with you things changed just like I knew it would. That’s why it was never you, because after that night, my mind had that image of you. Once the image was there, I couldn’t erase it. And I tried to go back to what I normally do and then I said your name when I was…when I was with Veronica. It was weak and pathetic and no matter how much I tried I was imagining you. She didn’t deserve that and you don’t deserve that either.”

He took in her words trying to understand. She was afraid about being with him because she was worried she would want it too much. He couldn’t comprehend it. The sound of her moaning his name entered his mind, repeating over and over again. He wished it were he hearing the lovely sound.

“So, am I taking you in today or are we driving off?”

“I know that I need to go in there. I will. It’s just I need to spend some time with you; we haven’t really been together the past few weeks. I know that’s my fault but I just want to be alone with you, for a little while longer. Before I essentially enter the beast.”

Jughead smiled at that. A glint appeared in Betty’s eyes, they were themselves again. And it felt like home.

Jughead put his keys into the ignition and turned out of the parking lot.

“Where to?”

“I don’t know what do normal people do in the mornings?” Betty chuckled as she asked the question.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of this thing, it’s called ‘breakfast’. Ever heard of it before?” A smirk widened on Jughead as he continued down the road.

Betty rolled her eyes as her hands ran through her hair. She could feel the dirt and grime in her curls and her nose caught the reek of alcohol all over her.

“Actually, maybe can we go home and shower first?”

Betty asked absentmindedly until the words had already left her mouth and she realized that maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it. Eyes wide and full of embarrassment Betty turned away to sit straight as she saw his eyebrow arch in the corner of her eye.

Red began to color her skin as a blush ran from her chest to her cheeks. Jughead smiled to himself as he saw the opportunity right in front of him.

“Are you getting flustered Cooper?” Jughead’s smile only widened more as she grew more mortified.

“This is so weird.”

Betty Cooper, without a doubt, was not used to Jughead knowing she wanted to have sex with him. And that he wanted her to.

“Definitely.”

Dr. Harry Carlyle, from Mass Effect: Andromeda

Help, an NPC stole my heart ಥ﹏ಥ

I started this ages ago, but here it is! Hopefully the first of many!
Also, I was a bit inspired in David Gandy, so I’ll leave you with that thought…;D