Beautiful: A Gladnis Drabble

“Iggy,” Gladio slurred. “Iggy, Iggy, Iggy, Iggyyyyy.”

The man in question tried to hide his smile behind a gloved hand and a slight cough. “Yes, Gladiolus?”

“Nooooo. Don’t call me that,” Gladio whined. He picked at the tape that secured his IV drip to the back of his hand.

“It’s your name,” Ignis said reasonably, even as he swatted the hand picking at the tape.

“It’s too pretty.” Gladio grumbled, sounding more like he was eight rather than eighteen.

“But you are,” Ignis said before he could stop himself.

Gladio instantly perked up, a dopey, cheeky grin on his lips. “You think so?”

Ignis chose to ignore that and said instead, “Go back to sleep, Gladiolus. You need to rest.”

“‘Kay, beautiful. Love you.”

It was a good thing Ignis had already set down his cup of tea or he would’ve dropped it in shock. “What?”

But Gladio was already knocked out in a painkiller-fueled sleep.

Beasts 💫

Episode Ignis, at the Altar of the Tidemother
- Ring bearer Ignis VS. Siren possessed Carmen

It’s the spookiest month of the year and those two engaging in battle is terrying enough…

Thank you @dizzymoogle for providing some useful screenshots to help achieve angry/raging expressions on Iggy.

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Somehow I guess I can’t get away from rendering some moving pictures. The moveset I used here is one of Ignis’ evading-tactics directly exported from the game as animation. For me it was a good learning ground to see how I can combine an already existing animation with a turntable, before I - hopefully - learn at one point how to create such animations from scratch myself. The fact that this animation is from the game itself is also the reason, why Ignis is not touching the floor or standing on it, since I need to figure out first, how a collision will react with the animation first. Lots to learn for me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Render in Blender Cycles and edits in Photoshop!

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Tatted Up (Chocobros + Luna x Reader)

No Ragrets about my new tattoo

(I want to get a tattoo soooo bad)



“Y/N, you have something on your arm.” Prompto called as you walked towards your lawn chair.

“What?!” You squeaked and shook your left arm frantically checking for, six forbid, a spider and almost spilling your freshly brewed cup of ebony in the process.

“No, your other arm!” Prompto exclaimed, hopping up from his own chair. Wiping a hand on your upper arm to disperse whatever was on your skin, no matter how many times the boy brushed it the little brown smudge peeking from under your shirt sleeve just wouldn’t come off.

“That is some serious dirt, it’s really stuck on there.” He had now resorted to picking at the speck, causing a fit of giggles of erupt from your chest.

“Oh my god Prom you scared me.” You laughed, the shock of a potential insect chilling on your body quickly washing away. Your laughter only further confused the boy as he leaned in closer to your arm to see it better.

“What’s so funny?” He asked perplexed, blue eyes fixed intensely on the spot. You set your ebony down in the chair’s cupholder unable to hold in more giggles.

“One sec.” You said, holding up a finger and slipping away into the woods. A moment later you reappeared with Noctis in tow.

“Uh, hey Noct?” Prompto blinked.

Scarily in sync, both you and the prince suddenly rolled up the sleeves of your tee shirts revealing matching behemoth tattoos. Prompto’s jaw dropped and continued to drop as the two of you proceeded to squad pose in the middle of the campsite.

“Ugh, not again.” Gladiolus rubbed his temple, groaning. “They were doing this all day at the Citadel yesterday after they got them.”

“Wha- hey don’t encourage them!” He yelled as Prompto instantly went into photographer mode, snapping pictures from various angles.

An audible sigh could be heard from the grill, where Ignis stood pinching the bridge of his nose as he flipped the last hamburger.


“You didn’t.” Your best friend gasped at the image on your wrist. The sleeveless cocktail dress left nothing to the imagination and any partygoer within a ten-foot radius would be able to catch a glimpse of the masterpiece on your skin. At this royal gala there was no uniform or jacket to cover the, one could say unique, image that was now a part of your body.

“Wait it looks less regrettable when we’re together.” You explained in defense, setting your champagne glass down after one final sip and pulling your friend by the arm. The two of you weaved through the sea of Insomnia’s elite until you reached the terrace. The iridescent fish in the large aquarium installment paled in comparison to what now adorned your wrist. They seemed to stare you down as you approached the now neatly combed mop of blonde hair that stood in front of the aquatic structure.

Not bothering to pull him away from his conversation with Gladiolus, you rolled the sleeve of his suit up just enough to expose the pale freckled skin of his wrist. Placing your arm next to his, your friend gasped. The images of two brightly colored chocobos stood squawking at each other from your arm to Prompto’s. Your chocobo sported the traditional yellow feathers, the same color as Prompto’s hair, while the one on his arm had a hue akin to your own locks.  

The two of you gave your friend a cheesy smile, causing them to deadpan.

“You two really are perfect for each other.”


Ignis’ foot would not stop tapping. The thudding of his dress shoe against his office floor echoed off the walls of the spacious room. He had been in this jittery state ever since you had left a few hours ago to get your tattoo. Not just any tattoo, however, but your first tattoo. He absolutely would have gone with you, but paperwork forbid him from leaving his office at the Citadel. Although there was nothing he could do about it, and you were very understanding, he still felt bad. This was your first tattoo after all and as your boyfriend naturally he wanted to be there for all the big milestones in your life. He was a bit worried for you at first, as you got anxious anytime a needle was anywhere near you. Yet when you had reassured him that you would be fine and that a close friend of yours would be going with you, he relaxed a little. That is, until you disclosed which close friend was tagging along for moral support.

“Don’t worry about me Iggy, Nyxie is coming with!”

When you had told him this Ignis didn’t realize it, but he was squeezing the pen in his hand with a little too much force. He had always felt a little envious of your relationship with the member of the Kingsglaive; as the two of you had been friends since you were younger. He felt stupid for feeling this way and he knew your relationship with him was completely platonic, but your closeness to the confident and charming man brought out Ignis’ insecurities. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if it was another friend, but as Ignis sifted through the mountains of paperwork he could feel the green-eyed monster slowly possessing his body. And Ignis didn’t get jealous; it was a tedious emotion that wasn’t worth wasting time on. He also didn’t usually have the particular urge to punch anyone, but at the moment Nyx Ulric had a very punchable face.

So, when you burst into his office later that afternoon he expected Nyxie to be with you too but was pleasantly surprised when you were alone.

“Iggy I’m back!” You bounced in through one of the large double doors, plastic wrap around the reddened skin of your lower arm. Seeing the happiness on your face instantly brightened his mood and the intrusive thoughts that had previously preoccupied his brain began to fade away. Swiveling in his office chair, he found you beaming at him from the other side of his desk. Your smile was contagious, and soon a grin began to spread across his face as well at the sight of you.

“Hello love, how did it go?” Ignis’ eyes fell to the plastic wrap; a movement not undetected by you as you quickly placed your arms behind your back before he could catch a glimpse of it.  

“It went really well! Painful as hell, but it turned out exactly how I wanted it.” You replied, excitedly shifting on your feet.

“I’m sure it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you once sat three hours with a killer wasp stinger in your leg.” Ignis praised, resting his elbows on his desk as he leaned in closer to you. You both grimaced at the memory, but you quickly waved it away.

“Nyx called me a cinnamon bun for flinching a couple times, but other than that it didn’t hurt that bad. I made sure to squeeze his hand extra hard when it did sting though to get him back.” You huffed. Ignis bit his bottom lip as the unwanted feelings of jealousy washed over him once more. That hand you had been suffocating should have been his.

“So, am I going to get to see it?” He blurted out, sounding a bit sourer than he intended. Your eyes widened slightly and a playful smirk danced across your features as you realized his current mood. Adjusting your posture so you stood up straight, you whisked your arms out from behind your back and held them out in front of you.

“Tada! Isn’t it cute?” You squealed happily. Ignis tilted his head to the side as he viewed the tattoo. Sitting on your forearm was a simple, small cup of ebony with delicate lines of steam emerging from the top of the mug. Before he got the chance to comment on it you cleared your throat and spoke, voice soft.

“It combines my two loves; coffee and you.” You cooed, smiling lovingly down at your arm. Who knew something so small could make Ignis’ heart swell so much. Whatever grudges and doubts Ignis had felt earlier had been disproven by the little design. The way you regarded the image with such affection gave him butterflies.

Before you knew it, you were engulfed by a pair of strong arms and assaulted with kisses all over your face. Giggling, you wiggled in his tight hold to look up at him.

“So I’m guessing you like it?” You smiled, craning your neck to meet his gaze.

“Like it? I find it absolutely stunning. I love it, and I love you.”

Sighing contently, you snuggled closer into his broad chest. For a while you two stayed like that, relishing in the warm of each other’s embraces. After a few moments you spoke up, voice muffled by the hug.

“You know, I didn’t take you for the jealous type Iggy.”

“I don’t get jealous, darling.”


“Wow sis it looks so cool!” Iris gawked at your new tattoo. You leaned into your chair at the café as she traced her fingers lightly over the patterns, offering a giggle from you whenever she hit the ticklish spot on your shoulder. Since you had last seen the younger girl you had gotten a floral tattoo on the back of your left shoulder and she could not stop fussing over it, calling you “so much more badass than Gladdy now”.

The two of you had had a girl’s day out shopping in the city; which included getting matching moogle plushies and much more clothing than what was practical. You were thankful to spend some one on one time with the little Amicitia, not only because you loved Iris but because you needed some more estrogen in your life after spending nearly every day with four college aged boys. 

The two of you were currently unwinding from your busy day at a café that had a beautiful view of the Disc of Cauthess while you waited for the boys to get back from a hunt nearby. You hummed happily, resting your head and arms on the back of the iron chair, enjoying the view while Iris continued to trace the lines of your tattoo.

“You guys look like you had a fun day.” A husky voice called behind you. The rest of your squad had noisily made their way up the stairs, getting dirty looks from the other patrons as their post-hunt adrenaline disturbed the previously peaceful chatter that surrounded the rooftop. Gladiolus made his way over to the two of you; ruffling his sister’s hair before briefly cupping your cheek, rubbing it a few times as you leaned into his touch.

Gladio gestured to the plethora of bags, pursing his lips when his gazed reached the giant moogle struggling to fit into the paper bag. He looked to you and Iris with a raised eyebrow.

“This is Barnaby. He’s our son.” You said with a straight face, patting the stuffed creature on the head.

“Hopefully our future kids don’t look as ugly as him.” Gladiolus huffed. You returned his bemused grin with sticking out your tongue.  

“Hey, Gladdy have you seen your girlfriend’s beautiful tattoo?” Iris piped up, still preoccupied with the design.

“Of course, I have. I’ve seen her other one too.” He replied nonchalantly.

Iris furrowed her eyebrows and wiggled in the chair, scanning every inch of visible skin on your body.

“I don’t see another one.”


You choked on your sip of iced coffee and Iris visibly gagged.

“I think I need to go rinse my ears out with bleach.”


“Sister is that a tattoo?” Ravus questioned, as he entered the parlor room. The two had just finished with a busy day filled with politics and official oracle business. It wasn’t often he had the chance to see his sibling; always caught between military excursions and confidential dealings. It was these rare times that he got to spend with her, although he would never admit it, that he valued most.

Lunafreya jumped at the sudden inquiry, causing Pryna to jolt awake from her spot next to the oracle on the large sofa.  

“O-oh yeah, I got it about a week ago.” She replied, laughing nervously. The question had caught her off guard and she already felt the heat beginning to rise to her face.

Ravus cocked an eyebrow at her peculiar behavior. What kind of tattoo could make her so flustered?

As he drew nearer to where she rested he could see the image just below her collarbone more clearly. It was a detailed little drawing of a crescent moon with several stars surrounding it. Ravus noted its artistic quality; it was quite tasteful and not overly flashy.

“It’s one of Y/N’s drawings.” Luna explained, a soft smile rising on her features at the thought of you. She rose from her spot on the couch, with a whine of protest from the sleepy pup beside her, and made her way over to where her brother stood in front of the entrance to the balcony. The floor to ceiling windows blanketed the room in the warm mid-afternoon light. The natural lighting made the image stand out against Lunafreya’s pale skin and got caught in her hair, turning it an ethereal silver. Taking inher appearance he thought the little image complimented her well.

“It makes it seem likes she’s less far away whenever she goes back to Insomnia.” She explained, turning her head to the side to look out upon the lively landscape of Tenebrae.

“Does it hold any special meaning?” Ravus asked, causing her gaze to slowly tear from the window to meet his own. He noted the redness of her cheeks as she spoke.

“Well, she always calls me her moon and I call her my stars.” Luna’s blush grew tenfold as she told him your nicknames for each other. She then smiled, placing her hand over the design and rubbing loving circles over it.

“Heh, it sounds so silly saying it to you.” She said awkwardly, flustered as if you were still her middle school crush.

The smallest of smiles graced Ravus’ face and he placed a hand on her shoulder just above the tattoo, rubbing his thumb along the exposed skin.

“I think It suits you.” He praised. The grin that adorned his sister’s delicate features widened at his remark and she beamed up at him.

There was no doubt Ravus had mixed feelings about Insomnia, its royal family, and its guard. But he was positive that the one good thing that came out of that city was you; for you made the only reason he had left to smile, smile too.  

anonymous asked:

Curious to know the types of glasses and/or sunglasses the bros + Regis, Clarus, and Cor would wear :D

Hi Anon, thanks for the ask! Scattered answers below. 

Noctis wears some ridiculous designer sunglasses–they look like a plain old pair, sure the lenses are polarized–wait, they cost HOW much?! The ends of the earpieces are tiny skulls. 

Prompto doesn’t think about sunglasses. He’s only had cheap sunglasses, so he thinks the lenses ruin his perception of light. I personally think that Prompto grew out of his glasses in puberty (like my brother did!).

Gladio has a pair of sunglasses that are made for sports–less likely to break, and wrap-around style so that he doesn’t lose peripheral vision. Wants to wear them more than he does, but often forgets. 

Ignis made sure his usual specs had transition lenses. Once blinded, I believe he took to wearing welding glasses/goggles during the Long Night–they look similar to his visor, and he can sense light…what if he’s sensitive to it?

Cor won a pair of Oakley’s or similar in a raffle about six years ago, and wears them often. He keeps the case with him and has actually send the sunglasses off to have the lenses re-coated. 

Clarus has a pair of reading glasses with plain glass in them (his vision is better than perfect), he likes to wear them to make other members of the court view him as more insightful than your average Shield. 

Regis doesn’t wear glasses or sunglasses. His vision is slowly failing, but since it’s due to the strain of the Wall on his eyes no corrective lenses would help…and he thinks sunglasses ruin his “image” as king. 

Something you want to see? Asks are open!

  • Ignis: Camouflage doesn't kick in. Do I have to teach you college-level biology?
  • Gladio: I don't know, do I have to teach you high school biology?
  • Ignis: Do I have to teach you eighth grade biology?
  • Gladio: Do I have to teach you seventh grade biology?
  • Ignis: Do I have to teach you—
  • [The next day]
  • Ignis: Now if you'll excuse me, I need to leave him a snide voicemail about Kindergarten biology.

Fic: Nocturne (29/30) - Ao3 Link

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Pairings: Mostly Gen

Summary: In which Cor Leonis loses his temper, accidentally acquires a kid, and tries to single-handedly dismantle the Lucian immigration system – and that’s before he and his lawyers find out about this Prophecy business. If the Astrals think Cor’s going to let his kid’s best friend die without a fight, they’ve gotten the wrong cheetah ‘taur.

(a young adult novel set in @kickingshoes’ ‘taur AU)


It’s been a long time since Clarus fought by Regis’ side, a Shield in action, and even longer since he wielded an actual shield as a weapon.

It feels good.

The Royal Arms are just weapons, in the end, but they’re powerful, imbued with magic from an earlier age, and capable of great things. Clarus feels stronger and faster, even younger, when he uses the Shield of the Just.

The Crownsguard and the Kingsglaive spread out in front of them, moving out on an offensive meant largely as a distraction, even as the Niflheim airships – control wrested back from the MTs that had been on them – soar through the skies and fire down at the daemons from above, shining their spotlights down at the field to let the armies see their enemies.

It’s dark and hard to see but, whether Lucis or Niflheim, they’ve all been trained to fight daemons when they’re not fighting each other and they’ve gotten pretty good at it.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so When I'm sick (even if it's just a stupid cold) I tend to get hella depresso which makes everything worse because not only do I feel sick physically but also in my brain space and it takes like twice as long to get better even after the actual sickness should be better, so can I request the bros taking care of reader s/o who has a similar sorta time when they're sick? Maybe bro doesnt realize until it's been over a week and s/o should've been better by then but still isn't?

Originally posted by carapherneliarz

me when i get a slight cold ^ i’m the biggest baby when i get sick, so i hope you take good care of yourself and gets lots of rest with the colder weather coming!!

Tagging @birdsandivory @idiotflowerex @blondeboys-givemechills @blossattic and anyone who’s interested. 

Ignis is probably the most in tune with your health. He makes sure you’ve got all the proper medication and rest you need and then some. He notices you seem depressed and wont press it until he sees it’s necessary. He’ll come to you when you’re comfortable and ask how’re you’re feeling and do anything he can to help get you back on your feet. 

Gladio can be a big baby when he’s sick, so expect nothing short of being spoiled. Lots of snuggles, blankets, and soup for his baby. If he sees you’re still kinda out of it, he’ll be sure to help pick up around the house and bring you some flowers until you’re feeling better.

Prompto gets sick easy, so please don’t be offended by him spraying lots of Lysol and walking around in a face mask. He can’t resist cuddling you still, and he’ll make sure you’re still hydrated and well fed. He notices you’re still kinda bleh after and he’ll leave little love notes for you and be sure to keep you company until you’re back on track.

Noctis is A OK with you staying in bed all day. He hates that you’re sick, but at least he’s here to keep you company, right? When he notices you’re more depressed than sick he’ll insist you talk to him while cuddled against his chest while he plays with your hair. He hates seeing you sick, but seeing you depressed just kills him.