and all i need is


 O L D E R   N O C T I S   A P P R E C I A T I O N

Quote from the official Final Fantasy XV guide by; Yusuke Naora.

anonymous asked:

Kuvira for the 4 headcanons meme, please?

What I think realistically:

When she was little, Suyin and Bataar gave her plenty of love, but they didn’t know how to address her trauma, and they gave her few boundaries.  Her own parents had been fairly strict, and she was left feeling adrift and uncertain, leaving her both with a profound need to control and ensure that things are controlled, and a deep resentment toward anyone trying to reign her in.

What I think is hilarious:

Meelo tries to interrogate her in her cell about all the ways her plan went wrong so he can do better.  She refuses to talk to him because he’s interupting her favorite radio program.

What is soul-crushing:

I mentioned with Azula’s post that Azula simultaneously wants and needs love desperately, yet can’t accept a relationship built on it because she can’t force or control someone else’s love for her.  Kuvira is similar but not entirely the same there.  She wants love just as desperately but she is able to accept it.  Unfortunately, she feels compelled to control the person giving her that love, to ensure they can never deprive her of it.  This is not of course how love works, and this relentless control is exactly what stifles love.

What doesn’t work but I don’t care:

Suyin regularly visits her cell with a pai sho board and a jug of strong liqueur.  She makes sure Kuvira has a radio so she can listen to serial dramas and they can gripe about them together.

Different direction

Hi peeps, I’m doing okay but I wanna talk about something that I’ve been thinking about for a while now.

First of all, thank you all so much for the support and love y'all have given me. I’m very grateful for each and every one of you.

But I’ve decided to step away from VLD for a while. Still love the show, still love shallura, but the fandom and everything is stressing me too much to enjoy it.

I didn’t mean for this artblog to just be one thing, y'know? That doesn’t mean I’ll stop drawing shallura! I just want to draw other things, diversify. Do fun things for me.

I understand if you followed only for vld/shallura art, and I won’t be upset if you leave. I appreciate your time here! And, hey, I’m still fine with you reblogging my art and I’m fine with chatting about shallura! I just may not make a whole lot of content atm.

TL;DR Gonna do other things, still love shallura, and thank you so much for all the love and support

Peace and Love,


Consider this...

Gabriel Reyes

  • paranormal investigator who is a necromancer
  • lives in an apartment complex for the magical and mythical

Ana Amari

  • a witch who owns a store that sells magical items and materials
  • is seeking to hire someone skilled in horticulture to take care of the plants

Jack Morrison

  • a young druid who comes to the city looking for work
  • is hired by Ana because he can talk to plants
  • who moves into the apartment complex
  • who was born in a small town in bumfuck nowhere Indiana in a town that became like the place in outlast 2 when a weird cult moved in next door and then decided kidnapping children for sacrifices to their demon god was a good idea
  • and Jack was one of these children and his parents sacrificed their lives so that he could escape the town
  • spent the rest his life on the run
  • also he’s cursed to die young because his parents stopped the ritual midway
My “To Read” fic list

Love’s Truest Language by @summerwinefics

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where’s your order forms, then?”

“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

So Here We Are by @sweariwouldnt

Louis isn’t sure if they’re keeping on or giving up.


A Few Of My Favourite Things by @sweariwouldnt

Harry and Louis do cat sitting.

Them Butterflies by @gaycousinlarry

To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.

This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.

It Had To Be You by @fullonlarrie

A When Harry Met Sally AU.

Harry and Louis are strangers who share the drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye. During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again. Ten years after their first meeting, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.

Your Love Was Handmade by @inked-withlove

There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe, there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should seal the deal for sure.

Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining, and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three weeks, they finally get their shit together.
use your hands and my spare time - DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Sara/Amaya, Explicit
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

She’s still fine, and she’s not talking about it. But Nate’s still out of commission, and Sara’s there and Amaya’s see the way she looks at other women, has heard the jokes and the stories from the team about her not-infrequent conquests.

Release. That’s all Amaya’s looking for. (Post-ep to S2.14, “Moonshot”)

Hold On Tight

(read ch1 here)


He carries the piece of paper around for weeks, the two line address instantly memorized. He can feel it, burning in the pocket of his coat as he checks his nightly haunts, and he tries to forget about what’ll be waiting for him if he ever decides to trek all the way up to rural Maine. He can’t think about it, not yet.

There hasn’t been a big fish on the menu for a while now. He stalks the low life creeps, the one-off perverts and murderers who don’t belong to any particular band of assholes. He follows them into alleys, snapping their necks with gusto, bashing their heads in with whatever’s nearby. They’re not worth wasting bullets.

He drops off the city’s radar, his latest modus operandi something that doesn’t put up any red flags on the crime beat. There is no detective with a wall of red pins trying to figure out what the hell is going on. He’s sure to make it look like robbery gone wrong, just another statistic about why it’s shitty to live in the big city. The creeps are every background imaginable, ranging in age from twenty-two to sixty, careless assholes who’ve gotten too comfortable in their despicable lifestyles.

He almost feels a kinship with them, some part of his black soul calling out in the night. The joy he feels when they draw their last breaths is a stone’s throw away from whatever drives them to their own dirty business. But he isn’t them, and he knows it, his code is protective more than anything, a twisted and gnarled semblance of honor pushing him to find some kind of atonement. It’s harder to remember that these days.

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