I don't really know why I have this image of him though. XD

anonymous asked:

Psst! Friendly anon here! How would Prince Sidon react to finding his s/o's Sheikah slate and seeing a ton of pictures of himself on it? I'm curious how he would react to his female s/o being on their period but I don't wanna be seen as a weirdo by asking. ;w; But seriously..what would dinner be like with him? Would he try to feed his s/o raw fish?? XD

AW HELL YEE First request(s) and they’re all for my favorite shark boy! If you don’t mind, Imma answer most of these as headcanons, but the first as a scenario since there’s a lot. Enjoy!

-Mod Pinks

Pictures of him on Sheikah Slate (Sidon)

If anyone saw him now, they’d be confused as to why the Crown Prince of Zora was hunched over some stone near the dock, tail a-wagging and grinning. 

He knew that he really shouldn’t be peeking at another’s possessions, truly. His beloved had left her bag with him when she remembered she had left something in her home, rushing off to fetch it while he waited. Was it really all that awful that when Sidon happened to glance at it, the Slate was slightly sticking out? And was it really all that awful that it was still on? And that he couldn’t help his overwhelming curiosity?

…Probably. But really, he couldn’t help it! And how could he possibly regret it, now that he was seeing the contents.

Nature images, images of a strange 4-eyed horse (he’d have to ask), of flowers, of monsters, of far off lands- all minuscule compared to the sheer volume of the images of him, a good portion starting from before they were even together. Images of their battles together, of grinning is joy, of him assisting another- 

How adorable to know that she was just as smitten with him as he was with her~.

“-Sorry about that Sidon, I-OOP!” Sidon’s arms were around them in a flash, a radiant grin spreading and infecting her with a smile. “Why thank you, but what’s all this about?”

“Ah, nothing in particular, just realizing how incredibly adorable you can be. Though I have to say there is a small problem.” His beloved shifted in his arms to look up to him with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s not a single image of me with you.”

Reacting to his s/o’s period (Sidon)

  •  Let’s be extra sadistic and say that it hits when they’re in the middle of swimming.
  • Being rather shark-like, it wouldn’t be a surprise what Sidon’s reaction is to smelling blood on his love.
  • Almost immediately he has his arms on her, lifting her to see if she has any wounds, asking her if she hit something, where the wound was.
  • Once the s/o put two and two together, and somehow managed to calm down the giant shark-puppy, she’d have to explain it to him.
  • He has a new found respect for non-Zora women.
  • “So for several days you’re in agony, and I can’t do anything to help?”
  • “Well….”
  • Will do his best to help you in any way possible (as princely duties allow)
  • Cuddles? Hell yea, there and done.
  • Later on, while he is now used to the idea of it, that doesn’t stop him from being protective of you, cuddling up to you and doing everything to help.

Dinner with the bae (Sidon)

  • Given the fact that he and his sister were close, and its likely she told him all sorts of things about Hylians, there’s a good chance Sidon knows not to give Hylians raw fish. 
  • Dinner of in of itself would be absolutely delightful.
  • After pulling a few strings, he’d get an evening off to share with his beloved, and try to spend some private time together.
  • A private dinner, perhaps in a quieter part of his home, overlooking the city.
  • Lots of Zora dishes, though Sidon being Sidon, it wouldn’t be surprising if he went out of his way to try to include some sort of Hylian dish.
  • Absolutely charming company, good food, and a good view. 10/10

Sorry if they’re not as good as usual, it’s been a while since I got any requests, but I hope you liked them! -Mod Pinks

anonymous asked:

Hey! I really love your prompts! They make my day! I was thinking...have you seen that boom!sonamy comic where they're in a cave on a mission and Sonic is expecting Amy to maybe try to flirt with him? Could it be something along those lines? It's ok if you don't do this, I'm sure you have plenty other requests too lol

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Thank you so much~<3 I have and it’s amazing! It always makes me laugh, and I love the love and devotion put into the art-piece! I find this idea cute and amusing, so this will be purely based on the comic and continuing through it from there… I like the idea of Sonic ‘wanting’ Amy to flirt with him, haha! xD I’m sure the new ‘focused’ Amy is strange to him lol!

But is he really okay with it..?


 Sonic couldn’t take too much of the heat, nor the uncomfortable feeling of being trapped under a leaky cave like this.

With Amy Rose

‘Phh, it’s hot in here.’ he lightly fanned out his bandanna, before wondering why Amy wanted to come all the way out this far with him…

The cave had some decent beauty to it, he supposed.

Suddenly… Sonic realized how… dark and humid it really was…

‘Uh-oh!’ he flinched, twitching back when the thought of Amy’s lowered eyes… blinking to him in a slow.. alluring way… caught the fancy of his imagination.

There was… technically… some beauty… in the cave…


Sonic heard the gasp and crunched up, shifting his body lower before swiping his eyes and head over to her.

“What is this place?”

Sonic took more notice of Amy’s features… how she had grown up… the way her hand laid by the crook of the ending curve of her silhouette…

He had barely noticed, but he was checking her out and subconsciously making decisions.

Suddenly, Amy seemed to grow nervous. Seeing Sonic staring at her, she sweat dropped a little and turned to meet his stare.

With the awkward silence, brought increased tension, and her eyes shrunk at him not saying anything with his prolonged stare…

“What’s that for!?” she saw his odd expression, but could barely make out in the dark the slight red upon his cheeks.

He also felt the awkwardness, but for some reason, it pulled him towards her,… he moved away from it though, uncertain as he also shared in her nerves.

“..Aren’t you going to..?”

“To what?!” Now Amy was getting upset, seeing him distracted, but she figured maybe he wanted her to lead the charge towards completing their mission.

Sonic suddenly straightened himself out, as if he suspected her of ‘playing dumb’ but wasn’t going to condemn her for it…

Still, he had to look smart, right?

“Yeah… you know…” he waved his hands out, down and out, to hint to her that he was ‘catching on’ to what she was ‘throwing down’.

He played it cool, not wanting to mess up his first real makeout session.

“We are alone, The lights are off..” he was trying to create… ‘the mood’…

“You’re not gonna try and seduce me, right?”

he prepared himself, getting it together and telling himself it was gonna be a run for the rings…

‘Come and get me, Amy…’

Amy was half-listening, half-ignoring him. She was preoccupied with looking around for the crystal, the true mission at stake here.

She had long since concealed more her obsession for Sonic, but even now, he was only making it awkward and not at all what he ‘thought’ was stirring anything in her.

‘Where coud that Crystal be..?’ she barely admired the cave’s beauty, but in the dark, it did glow and radiate some magnificent light…

It could be romantic…

But she kinda shrugged it away, it’s not like Sonic would-

She suddenly picked up on his last line, and every bone in her body spazzed out at around the same time. It was a like a ringing of a bell going off in her craving-deprived mind and she quickly stepped back to look at him.

By now, he was just wondering when she’d pounce… turning his bandanna around, he carefully, silently… undid the knot for her and waited for her to make the first- and last- true move on him to end and sweeten the deal…

Boy was he wrong.

“GEEZ, SONIC!” she flung her arms out to direct him to the lighted, crystalline path.

“Focus on your job!” she scolded, an eye twitching as she used every mental practice of discipline to tell herself he was kidding.

Startled, he shot himself straight up in an army man’s stance, hands to his sides.

“O-okay…” he was more than embarrassed, he was confused, and downright…


As they continued along, he mumbled little grumbles from the side of his face, at the corner of his frowny mouth. Looking off away from her, he would secretly take glances back at her, seeming more and more frustrated as she walked on ahead.

‘What’s her problem?!’ he moved himself over rocks in their path. ‘She should have been all over me!’

Amy suddenly stopped in the middle of her stride towards deeper within the cave.

‘H-huh.. what’s she doing?’ Sonic froze up a moment, looking perplexed with an ‘o’ in the center of his mouth, as if confused by why she stopped.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, smirking smugly…

‘Heh-heh! She must have realized what a missed opportunity she had! Alright… I’ll let you make it up. No harm… no foul…’ he switched his bandanna around again, before she turned her head over her shoulders.

He flinched at the deep and menacing glare that she held, before she continued to walk on.

Shivering, and not sure if she somehow hated him now or something, he continued to follow her in absolute puzzlement.

“W-what did I do wrong!?” Sonic blurted out, as she ‘hmph’d and pouted,… what he couldn’t see… were faint pink blushes on her cheeks…

The two continued through, as Sonic raced below her while she acrobatically swung herself up one pink, streaking horizontal pillar to the next.

She was gracefully beautiful… and he found himself staring at her with a puffed up cheek of annoyance.

He looked away after a moment, before spinning himself up and dashing up a speed-ramp.

“Amy!” he called out, as she saw the robots coming and jumped in the air to him.

They clasped hands and he swung her to hit the robots that were coming down from the opening at the top, before they landed in it as the robotic pieces of armor came crashing down with the mechanical worms that were piloting them.

They’re hands stayed together as they both peered down at the falling scrap metal.

“That’ll show’em.” Sonic smirked, before looking at them holding hands.

He flinched, and looked away a moment, still blushing.

Amy thought to herself, still staring down. ‘Phew, that was close.’ before looking back up and freaking out once again, her eyes turning white in pure shock at Sonic’s new expression.

He must have thought the expression made him look cool, trying to be extra-handsome, and purse up his lips and give her seductive eyes, but she just threw her arm out of his and walked on, gesturing to the end of the tunnel’s glowing lights.

“MISSION. AT. HAND.” she scolded once again.

“A..Alright.” he freezed up again in a military stance.

‘That’s twice now she’s rejected me!’ After continuing their advance, he rolled up and tightened his bandaging on his arm before Amy noticed his struggles.

‘She can’t really hate me! What did I do? I even tried the first move this time-ah!’

She suddenly put her hands on his shoulders. “Stop a second.” she looked seriously up at him.

‘Ack! this is it!’ he flipped out a moment before taking a deep breath in and closing his eyes.

She didn’t notice and moved for his arm.

He turned his chibi-crying face away from her as she helped clean-up his poor handiwork on his arm’s bandages.

‘Why..???’ he mentally cried out.

“Honestly, you need… to take better care of yourself.” she was blushing..?

Sonic turned back to notice this.

“Hey, Amy… I’ve noticed something.” he was more genuine now, but also innocently inquiring.

She was trying so hard, holding everything back, resisting the urge to hit him just because she didn’t want to frighten him with her constant doting anymore…

“…But you’ve been kinda serious lately, huh?”

She held it together, when she really just wanted to be held at that moment.

Her body quaked, and Sonic took that as her growing frustrated, and flinched back.

“I-I take it back! You’re just super dedicated to helping everyone, r-right!?” he waved his free hand out to try and subdue her anger, but she quickly got up from attending him and twitched her closed-fists.

He looked worried a moment, sweat dropping before…

She looked up with a bright red face.

“YOU DOTE! I’m trying to be sensitive to how you feel!” she blurted out.

He blinked in confusion. “Eh?” he tilted his head as a hammer came crashing down on him.

“OW! H-hey…” he pouted, rubbing his head that he lowered before seeing her turn around, gripping her hammer and hunching over slightly away from him.

“I… emm…” she was still quaking, trying to hold her feelings in… but she really wanted to cry. “Stop teasing me.. it isn’t funny.”

He lowered one hand down.

“…I… I don’t want… em… to distract you.”

He walked towards her, lowering his other arm too and extending them out.

Towards her.

“I just really want to get the mission done!” she thrust herself upwards as his hands flinched back and withdrew themselves from coming around her.

“-And you have to act like me caring about your bandages is ‘too serious’, geez!” she hollered back, and continued on, “Honestly, am I the only one whose trying to be a proper hero here?”

Once again… he misread the situation, and looked almost like he was giving up the ghost.

“I give up. I can’t understand you.” he swayed as if all energy was lost from him.

As they were about to exit the cave, he folded his arms and pouted, looking away while Amy stared at a beautiful scene in front of them.

“For once, nothing is chasing us!” she then continued but he wanted to just leave. Being around her was confusing him, and he didn’t like being so unsure of himself…

Suddenly, as they walked away, she spun around and pecked his cheek after he waited a moment for her to explore her surroundings.

He stepped to the side, pleasantly startled, and tried to hide his embarrassment at not being ready for her sweet action.

“W-wh-what was that for?!” he stated, surprised as his hands came up to ‘guard’ himself from any further unexpected surprises.

She leaned a little forward, to the side of him, and put her hands behind her. She cutely beamed a sweet grin up to him, closing her eyes, “For letting me have my way~” she teased, and then continued on, looking determined and refocused again.

“Now, let’s find the others and the rest of the crys-ACK!”

She had raised a fist up, heroically, before turning back to seeing Sonic flinging off his bandanna reaching an arm out for her again.

When he saw she wasn’t ‘still in that mindset’ he raced back for his bandanna, “Oh no! The wind! My bandanna! Get back here, you-!!!” he faked his worry about the bandanna and darted to grab it again, comically jumping and missing it on purpose to throw her off his…

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering, you don't have to do this if you don't want to or if you're too busy or whatever, if you have any tips on doing french characters? I'm thinking of putting a french character in my book and was wondering about maybe some stuff about english/american that's weird to you or something just like, about the french people? Again, you can totally ignore this if you're uncomfortable or if you don't have time, I know you're a busy gal. It would just be super great if you could ^.^

Hi anon ^^

It’s a tricky question because French people can be very different according to the place they live, their social or ethnic background, their education or just because of the fact that we are all different but I’m gonna try to tell you about “general trends” and our relationship with Americans. Here is a (certainly incomplete) list, in no particular order.

- French people have a pretty “dry” and dark sense of humor. If they are a bit “mean” to you, it means that they like you and that you are a part of their circle. Think South Park, Georges Carlin, Chris Rock and even for some people, Jimmy Carr. Also, all the “white guuurls” jokes don’t  make any sense to us. It doesn’t mean that we don’t joke about racial stuff but it’s different. So yeah, we are often pretty violent verbally, but it doesn’t mean we are angry. It can be a bit baffling for foreigners because they don’t know when we are joking or when we are really angry.

- We don’t have the same racial stereotypes. For instance, this racist cliché about black people liking watermelon or chicken is beyond understanding for a French. I remember this hilarious French forum thread about Mary J. Blige being called out because she was in that Burger King commercial 4-5 years ago. People were outraged and didn’t understand why it was such a problem. “If this damn woman wants to be in a commercial, it’s her problem!” - “I don’t understand. Is it because she’s a rap artist and it’s not good for her image?” - “Are vegans not happy or something?”. And it’s finally after the 50th comment that someone explained that the association “chicken/black people” could be seen as racist in the USA and the whooole thread went O____o

- Ok, sorry about that one but….the American “PC culture”. It doesn’t mean that in France everything is allowed or that we are not offended by precise topics, it means that we often have the impression that American are offended by the tiniest things. Whether it’s objectively true or false doesn’t matter: it’s the general impression that we have. For instance, in political debate shows in France, when someone is easily offended, you can be sure that at a  moment or another you are gonna have a “We are not in the USA” (or more recently “We are not in Sweden” - Sorry Sweden :S) from one of the participants.

- No, we don’t hate Americans for fuck’s sake. Ok, sometimes, we tend to see Americans as a bit arrogant (but we see ourselves as fucking arrogant too, don’t worry) but we have for instance nothing against American tourists. We also have a great respect for WW2 veterans:

(US army veteran Jack Schlegel, 91 y.o at the time, in front of the street named after him.)

- Everything is the government’s fault and the government should do something about it (whatever the problem of the moment is)…but on the other hand, it shouldn’t interfere too much either. xD

- French people have no problem finding ways to get around the law when they judge the law is restricting their everyday life and that “we can’t do anything anymore in this fucking country”. Simple example. Before, in cafés and restaurants, you had a smoking and a non-smoking area. It stopped when an anti-smoking law was voted and that all the bars, cafés and restaurants had to become 100% non-smoking. Do you know what happened? The shop owners installed heating devices in the restaurant terraces to give people the possibility to smoke outside and then, they closed the terraces with some sort of plastic wraps. You are outside and inside at the same time. Inside because you are hot and you can eat like in a normal restaurant but outside in regard of the French law.

- We love to complain, we are big mouths. That’s our way of communicating. For instance, this is how French illustrator Uderzo sees us (and it’s also one of the most famous gags in French comics: A fight that starts because of the bad smell of the fish shop. You have one in every volume of Astérix)

- We are a bit pessimistic. We are individualistic (you can see it in the way people act toward each other in the streets, they don’t care about other) but we see the ideas of solidarity and fraternity as important (don’t fucking touch to the NHS). It’s a fucking contradiction. We are also a bit disorganized but as it’s our way of living we don’t realize it. It drives tourists and foreigners living in France nuts.

- We don’t open easily and sometimes we can see as suspicious someone who asks too many questions, particularly in Paris (less in the south, though)

- There’s a great hypocrisy concerning money. We live in a country where the notion of social classes is very important to us, where rich people are often despised and not seen as examples and where we don’t talk about how much we earn…but a lot of us want to be rich: we spent millions of Euros a year in lottery games. Speaking of social classes…

- Our relationship to communism is different. At the time where USA were obsessed to know who was communist and who was not, the communist party was one of the strongest parties in France, particularly among the working class. Consequently, it’s not unusual for a French to have a communist grand-father. In other words don’t freak out if you hear someone says “My grand Pa, who was a member of the Communist Party in the 70′s…”

- Lunch break is important. It baffles foreigners to see how long we take to have lunch even when we are busy. And we are obsessed with “good” food too. Yes, that one is true…even if we are the #1 European con summers when it comes hamburgers. Once again: contradiction.

- Hugging people. That’s not natural at all. Either we kiss people on the cheeks (2 times or 3 times or even 4 times depending on people or on the region they are from. It can awkward sometimes because you never know how many times someone will kiss you), either we shake their hands but hugging feels very…intimate and awkward.

- Secularity. We don’t joke with that shit. The US President ending his speeches with “God bless America” is something you will never see in France. The French President ends up his speeches with “Long live the Republic, long live France”, no reference to God.

- We don’t care about what politicians do with their private life and we don’t expect apologies when it happens. If they cheat on their wife or have 5 mistresses, it’s their problem. When the affair between President Hollande and Julie Gayet became public, a lot of people were not happy that he cheated on his partner, Valérie Trierveiler but the main concern was that he did all this using the tax payers money…and that he got caught because honestly, François, it’s not good for the image of the country.

(At least, we had fun with “scooter memes”)

- There’s a French obsession around a graduation degree called “The Baccalauréat”. French parents ABSOLUTELY want their kids to have this degree…while complaining that this degree has no value anymore because French schools have turned into an idiot factory (”une usine à crétins”)

- There’s a kind of “rivalry” between Paris and the rest of France. Parisians seem to see themselves as better than the rest of the country (it’s not my fault if it’s true…just saying. What? Yes, I’m a Parisian, how did you realize?) and the rest of France sees Parisian as grumpy, cold, despising, full of themselves, stressed sons of bitches. (ok, this is maybe true too but being amazing and fab comes with a price, ok?)

- Names. Like seriously enough with names like Yvette, Nicole or Robert if you write about someone who is in their 20-30′s. Nathan, Lucas, Léo, Gabriel, Timéo, Enzo, Louis, Raphaël, Arthur, Hugo, Jules, Ethan, Adam, Nolan, Tom, Noah, Théo, Sacha, Maël, Mathis. (most given boys names in 2015) and Emma, Lola, Chloé, Inès, Léa, Manon, Jade, Louise, Léna, Lina, Zoé, Lilou, Camille, Sarah, Eva, Alice, Maëlys, Louna, Romane, Juliette (most given girls names in 2015) are fine.
- France is a multi-ethnic country….

…so you can have a French character called Fatou or Sofiane. We have a lot of people from African or north-African descent, particularly in big cities. And exactly like French names, the trends have changed when it comes to the names of kids from north-African descents. For instance, bit less Mohamed and Fatima and more Rayan, Anis, Ilyès, or Sara. On the contrary, Asian kids (mainly with parents or grand-parents from China, Thailand, Vietnam) tend to have French names.

- We have a love/hate relationship with our national football team. They are a bunch of rude uneducated thugs with no values..except when they win, of course.

- We don’t care about striped shirts (at the exception of people from Brittany: striped shirts, the famous marinière, is imporiant) and mimes. Unless we are loaded, we don’t wear designer clothes.

- I don’t care what boring French movies with Louis Garrel show you, we don’t live in this kind of apartments (except for some rich people, of course):

And speaking of movies. A lot of French people pretend they know something/care about old movies but a lot of us have never seen a Nouvelle Vague movie. They are even considered as boring and pretentious.

- American supersize stuff. Is it really necessary? I mean, you can feed a family of 4 during two months with some of your portions.

- That thing below…

…is a fucking “pain au chocolat”. Don’t let people from the south west of France tell you it’s a “chocolatine”. They will try to fool you but stay strong my little one!

Voilà! The result of brainstorming with some friends. TLDR: We are loud, full of contradictions, nice if you understand our sense of humor and don’t touch to our NHS.

Good luck to you and happy writing. ♥

rose-of-yonezawa  asked:

Chocobro reactions. Teenage daughter is seeing someone they don't like.

I’m not lying when I say that I’ve been itching to write this all day! I hope you enjoy it!

Again, it’s the same girls as last time and is being labelled as ‘part 2′ for the previous ask (found here).

Here is a reminder of their names and meanings:
G: Ivy - Fidelity; Affection, Wedded Love
P: Caelia - Heaven
I: Estella - Star
N: Anatola - Sunrise

REGIS (Jr Noct’s oldest child) - King
STATICE (Gladio’s youngest child - son) - Remembrance, Sympathy, Success

Futher Note, Iggy’s and Noct’s follow consequences of not believing that their worry is viable. Noct’s is also slightly angsty. XD 

I apologise for going off track with Noctis and Iggy. It just happened and they became less reacting and more…dealing????

Noct’s may have a trigger warning of attempted rape. So be warned!

This is why I should not write past nine pm.


But I think Iggy’s the funniest one. Just keep that in mind.

Gladio was having none of it! Nope nope nope. He was not having Ivy date such a turd! No way! He had no care in the world if he was Noct’s son! Just no, no, no. NOPE!

“Sweetheart, you do remember what happened last time you dated someone I hated?”

“Dad, that was different. He was a litteral piece of shit - “

“ - Language, Ivy.”

“Whatever.” She waved a hand aside. “But Regis isn’t like that and you know it.” This time, Ivy’s amber eyes narrowed at him.

Gladio sighed and pouted, “Dammit. Fine. But he has to prove himself worthy of your hand.”

“Dad, we’re not getting married - “

“But if he truly is Noct’s son, he will love you for all eternity. He will protect you no matter what. And how the hell are you going to protect his sister if your Queen??????”

Ivy blinked… “Well…there’s Statice. He can do it. Right?”

Gladio sighed and felt like face palming. “You really have no idea how right you are about that.”

“What is it I need to do to prove myself?” Gladio looked to his daughter’s side, seeing Regis stood there. He was the perfect image of his father when he was a teen, though he also shared his grandfather’s face shape. He also wasn’t terrified of public affection, though he assured him that it wasn’t anything more than holding hands, hugging and a peck to the cheek.

“Just…don’t you even think about hurting her, okay?” Gladio gave up trying. “Because I’m still your father’s shield and I will have serious conversations with him on the matter should I be suspicious.”

Originally posted by cactuarqueen

Prompto rose a brow. Of course Caellia decided to date the boy she met at Prom. The one who physically tried to get her drunk. The one who smoked illegal highs. The one who was just the worst

At the same time, he realised it had been a year since then and that the guy had cleaned up his habits.
But he also had a… reputation for being a playboy. Hearing what Iris had suffered only made his heart sink. He didn’t want his chocobean breaking apart within a matter of days. 


“Yeah?” He sifted through the old photos, determined to imprint his innocent princess into his head. 

“Stop acting like I’m going to die.”

“He’s been with many women. Slept with them. Left them the morning after.” He looked up at her with watering eyes. “Can I not worry about my chocobean?”

“Course you can.” Caellia sat on the arm of his chair, hugging him softly. “But that doesn’t mean you can act like this is the last time you’re going to see me.”

He pouted. “Okay. You can be with him. But just because I want you happy and not upset being stuck in this house with your clingy father…”

Caellia sighed. “Oh, Dad.” She buried her nose his neck. “You’ve made me the happiest girl out there. I could just survive with you being my father. But, just like you did, I need to discover new things too. I promise, I’ll always oome back to you.”

He kissed her temple. “I know.”

She grinned and pulled away, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, Chocobo.” He still wore his pout. But, when the tickling came and he couldn’t stop laughing, he felt his sadness dissipate into happiness.

Originally posted by horaizon

Ignis was nonplussed at the news. But he didn’t make a massive fuss of it. That was until Estella came home one day looking rather pallid and clearly more than a little intoxicated. 

He definitely wasn’t pleased. And that sealed her boyfriend’s fate.

The strategist, who’s vision had miraculously returned after twenty six years of being blind, had taken to following the guy around the city. It was easy for a man with such skills to track the evil man to his hidden lair: the nightclub at midnight. 

Ignis poked his head up from behind the rubbish bin, emerald eyes narrowed, and watched patiently. And what he saw only angered him.

No one cheats on his daughter and survives to tell the tale. 

ignis had no time for strategy at that moment. His only plan being ‘crush the enemy’. He stood and cleared his throat as he approached, voice calm though his expression of ‘screaming on the inside whilst not having a care on the outside’ made the air charge negatively. “I see you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Ahh” The guy released the woman he was getting frsky with and raised his hands in the air. “I can explain - “

Two daggers pinned him to the wall via his clothes. Ignis approached slowly, exoression now showing full blown anger, voice still as calm as always. “I would deem wise for you not to return.” He retrieved his daggers. “Understand?”

“Y-Yes, S-Sir.”

When Ignis arrived home, he was surprised to have Estella hug him. “I should have listned to you, Dad. I’m sorry.”

He rubbed her back. “There are plently of fish in the sea. You could go fishing with Noct tomorrow.”

“Dad, no.”

“You’d be surprised with how many backflips I can do.”

“Dad - “

“There’s alwasy something fishy going on at Galdin - “

“I said, no!”

Originally posted by bnbnb

“She’s got dinner with me tonight.”

“We’re going fishing. Try again tomorrow.”

“I need her in a meeting.”

“She has a doctor appointment.”

It continued for weeks until Noctis just had enough of him and gathered enough information to kick him out of Lucis in general. For treason.

“Stay away from my daughter.” He warned. But that warning left ignored. And the next morning Anatola was gone.

Automatically Noctis sent out a search party. He already lost his wife to an assassination attempt. He didn’t want to lose his daughter to one either. Once her location was found, he hopped into the Regalia, the chocobros in tow, and put the medal to the pedal.

“Noct, you’ll get us all killed.”

“Specs, i’d sooner be killed then my daughter be killed by a goddamn psychopath.”

He didn’t even know how much time had passed once he got to the royal tomb which was being used as a base of operations by a gang of no good - abuse of all kinds, trafficking, you get the idea. Not very nice people.

And he’d be damned if he was going to let his daughter get caught up in it.

But he feared it was already too late when he heard her screams pierce the silence. 


Noctis ignored the call of his friends man ran as fast as he could, following the cries and whimpers. All that ran through his mind was fear. All that drove him forward was fear. All he knew, was that he that monster was going to need Shiva’s intervention if he had any hope of surviving. Especially since he was also a Nif spy.

“Get off me! I said no!”

Noctis arrived just in time. In a split second he had thought to be polite, but no one was allowed to touch his daughter when she had specifically denied consent .Rapists were not allowed to be free in Lucis. And they were not allowed to live in his eyes.

He warped, striking the monstrosity of a man to the ground. “Any last words before I rip you to shreds?”

“I hadn’t even gotten to the taste test, yet.”

Just like that, his armiger was activated. “Thank the six for that.” And, with a simple gesture, the thirteen swords sent him to his demise.

Noctis turned, hearing the others fumbling in in a hurry, and his eyes landed on his daughter. He walked towards her and fell to his knees, refusing to look at her torn clothes. “It’s okay.” He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “I’m here now.” He pulled her into his chest. “He’s gone now.” He kissed her cheek. “He didn’t…do anything other than…tear you clothes, did he?”

Anatola shook her head. “You came in before he could.” She sniffed and clung to him tightly. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

“It’s not your fault.” Noctis soothed her back. “I should have known he was a Nif with a criminal record.”



She kissed his cheek. “You really are my hero. And the best Dad in the world.”

“I’m your only Dad.” He nuzzled his face against the crown of her head. “hank you for being my daughter.” He took one of her hands and wove his fingers with hers. “I won’t let anyone or anything harm you again.”

Originally posted by bnbnb

This is Only for Lightis Headcanons and no Disrespect to Other Characters or Ships, Ignore if you don't like it

Going to delete this later anyway but I wanted to write it down somewhere. I know that Lightis won’t ever be canon and they could only possibly meet in a possible Dissidia or KH game so please no hate even though I don’t ship Noct/Luna. I appreciate these two characters individually and I wouldn’t bash anyone’s shipping them.

I dunno, you could agree or disagree or send me comments about it and I’ll answer XD You can talk to me about the whole Lightis headcanons thing without fear of anyone bashing Luna as she is included. Hell, we can arrange a Light/Noct/Luna thing

Playing with the idea of Luna having romantic feelings that Noctis cannot return:

- Noctis may have feelings for Luna for when they were younger but when he grew up, those feelings change as well, people change

- Luna had a rough childhood where it felt like she had nobody to lean on emotionally and relied on the happiness of her childhood memories and dreams/ promises that she made with Noctis so it’s natural she would love him as much as she does. Noctis is her emotional clutch but being in love or having a silver lining doesn’t make her a weak or abnormal character

- Luna is mentally more mature and prepared for the trials in her life than Noctis. Since Regis sheltered Noctis from the cruelties of the world that Luna endured, it can be assumed that Noct wouldn’t know how to cope or handle his situation but fortunately, he has his friends and allies whereas Luna may only have a few to call allies and herself

- Maybe Noctis had loved the memory of Luna when they were children but Luna has changed dramatically in her ideals and personality, hence loving a shadow. Same thing for Luna loving the boy that became a man

- Noctis loves Luna as one would love a sister or a sibling and therefore cannot return how Luna feels about him, a unrequited love

- Luna loves him romantically, but it is a political marriage, perhaps she knows that Noctis doesn’t feel the same way and feels guilty that the arrangement puts him in an awkward situation. But she knew that the union would help both their countries. Maybe she has no idea that Noctis doesn’t have the “confidence” to return them or she had faith that he would have it one day. Either she or Noctis are ingrained with tradition and the workings of politics

- Noctis knowing that it’s better to marry his best friend than a stranger, hasn’t told Luna about how he feels so that it doesn’t affect their marriage

- Noctis is in love with someone else or he doesn’t feel romantic love; Luna’s the not-love interest and there’s more going for her role than that destination

If I had to incorporate Lightis ideas, maybe Noctis would have a strong connection to the heroine of the past by their spiritual ties. Noctis, when he encountered his near-death experience saw visions or “met” Lightning in his dreams and fell in love with her visage. Ever since his near death experience, Noctis began seeing her in his dreams and because of that became the reason why he’s afflicted with insomnia. Maybe he would read about her in history books and become obsessed with her image and story. Light in her timelines and her world caused a ripple effect that affected Noctis somehow. Poles apart in the world Light had created, these two are on the same world. Should Light have ascended to levels of divinity, she plays a role in Noct’s survival and his journey to reclaim his throne and the two communicate. If Light is still alive in this world and forsaken being a goddess, she would pass down her knowledge and her blade to Noctis, wishing him luck and all the strength he will need, advising him to lean on his friends and not to abandon their company. If not any of those above and Noctis begins to have doubts and pours out every single emotion imaginable about not being strong enough, Light will snap him out of it and tell him all about her story and how she overcame her obstacles and even if there was nobody alive left on his side, he won’t ever be alone. I just want them to meet so that they could give each other a good pep talk and give each other advice, to help each other when one of them is down and become stronger for what’s to come.

anonymous asked:

OMG I'M in love with your BMP prince reactions. I think they are spot on with what some of the princes would feel/react to certain situations. Have one of my own, though it's REALLY, REALLY DARK.... How would each of the princes kill/murder someone? (You don't have to reply with how they would, but then could you at least please tell your reason why you won't. I know it's really dark request but the idea came to me when I read Keith's reaction to MC getting killed >. <)

80 Oooh! This one should be interesting!

It’s actually kinda scary how fast I was able to answer this one. I think this means I spend too much time thinking about them. >.>

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