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If Ravus Was a Party Member... (Banter)

Ignis: “We must restock on our supply of curatives.”
Ravus: “Curatives would not be a necessity of someone would cease falling in combat.”
Prompto: “Hey! It’s not my fault the monsters keep chasing me!”
Ravus: “Because they must be after that irresistible charm of yours.”
Prompto: “And what if they are?!”


Noctis: “Man, it’s hot… I don’t know how you aren’t cooking alive in your coat, Ravus.”
Ravus: “My burning hatred for people allows me to become resistant to the heat.”
Noctis: “Uh…”
Ravus: “…That was supposed to be a joke.”


Gladiolus: “Pretty useful with that blade there, Ravus.”
Ravus: “More useful than you, I fear.”


Prompto: “Wow, the lighting here would make for a perfect photo! Let’s get a shot of all of us here!”
Noctis: “Sure. I’m game.”
Ravus: *disgusted noise* “I would much rather not.”
Prompto: “Come on, Ray. Lighten up and smile a bit more, buddy!”
Noctis: “That’d be a scary sight.”
Ravus: “Then I shall make it my point to smile more. Just for you.”


Ravus: “Raining once more? Such awful weather…”
Gladiolus: “What? Afraid of a little water?”
Ravus: “Water plus dirt results in mud, Amicitia. Removing stains from my attire is far from something I wish to do.”
Ignis: “Just as I refuse to do as well.”
Prompto: “Shoulda made black your color, buddy.”


Ravus: “Amicitia! You are the King’s Shield! Act like it!”
Gladiolus: “Kinda hard when there’s a bean-pole in my way!”


Ravus: “A decent fight, Caelum. Well done.”
Noctis: “Was that a compliment…?”
Ignis: “I do believe that was.”
Prompto: “Look at that! Making progress!”
Ravus: “…On second thought, I take back what I said.”
Noctis: “No take-backs. I’ll take what I can get from you.”


July’s Featured Game: SLARPG

DEVELOPER(S): Bobby “ponett” Schroeder
GENRE: RPG, Fantasy
SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying. 

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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ffxiv characters as hostile_goose tweets
  • Warrior of Light: im physically incapable of anything but a blank stare
  • Minfilia: getting real tired of occupying a physical form
  • Louisoix: designing larger, more powerful clone of myself to thrust my spirit into
  • Yda: Squat game immaculate
  • Papalymo: we are but stars. wait for me, demising flares
  • Y'shtola: cat born without eyelids gets a second chance. maybe there is hope for me.
  • Alphinaud: I just feel like everyone cherishes me but no one respects me
  • Alisaie: seems like just yesterday i was in kindergarten, now im at college. soon ill be dead :)
  • Tataru: i need $80
  • Krile: the reason you're here is to expand what you know and to see how your ideas work with other ideas. also to fuck the shit out of each other
  • Urianger: You read books? I fuck books
  • Moenbryda: why
  • G'raha Tia: took a nap now I don’t know where I am
  • Yugiri: i dream of.. one day… being mammalian
  • Gosetsu: where are my sandals
  • Cid Garlond: bleep bloop motherfuckers let's get this future thing going
  • Nero tol Scaeva: dont like ambient music. prefer listening to machinery churning, grinding, releasing plumes of toxic gas. love the sound of progress
  • Gaius van Baelsar: there’s nothing wrong with hate. if you dont hate then you dont truly love something. without hate there is no love
  • Varis zos Galvus: i am goose, king of kings look on my works ye mighty and go fuck yourself
  • Aymeric: 75,000 followers, 0 father
  • Haurchefant: Good morning gentle stallions. Do good things on this great day.
  • Estinien: yeah i got kik. kik you in the head ugly ass motherfucker
  • Ysayle: always consider the possibility and high probability that your entire perception can be misguided and false
  • Edmont: ive done something horrible.. she’s pregnant
  • Kan-E-Senna: Life is kinda like a salad but a lot less healthy; a leafy chewing experience that you die from
  • Nanamo Ul Namo: not tall enough to reach the webcam for skype
  • Raubahn: i used to have arms
  • Lolorito: I eat money but only because it makes me look cool and fresh in front of the teenagers smoking weed at my park.
  • Ilberd: imagine being obsessed with a country. itd probably be something like being a failure in the eyes of your mediocre parents
  • Lahabrea: everything decaying. i got that apocalyptic swag
  • Elidibus: Cum on the void
random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

"Truth or Dare?" "Dare."

The ever cliché drinking-game-turned-threesome scenario.
Pairings: Tyler Joseph x Fem!Reader, Brendon Urie x Fem!Reader, Brendon Urie x Fem!Reader x Tyler Joseph, and heck even small bits of Tyler x Brendon are thrown in here
Warnings: alcohol consumption, choking, daddy kink, wow lots of dirty talk in here, subtle tones of sub!tyler, slight over stim./edging, double penetration
Word Count: 5.2k

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Alone (Reader x Gilgamesh)

A/N: When you get the distinct feeling that you’re writing things that you shouldn’t but you do it anyway because fuck it, honestly.


Cor had left you alone in the small chamber to make sure nothing had trailed after the two of you. Gladio had left earlier to complete a trial on his own. You sighed as you leant up again the wall of the cavern, happy for the moment of peace.

There was no way you could have let Gladio leave on his own. You knew something had been eating him up after the encounter with Ravus. You had known Gladiolus your entire life, he was your closest friend, pretty much a brother and there was no doubt that you had picked up that imperceptible change in his demeanour. As soon as he had declared that he was going to handle some business on his own, you had followed after him leaving no room for argument. Noctis had Prompto and Ignis with him so he would be fine.

At the time you didn’t realise Gladio had called up Cor for help, but it didn’t hurt having you around. Even if the Amicitia didn’t express it, you knew he was happy to have your support. He always was.

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“Those who would walk the path of the white mage are healers without peer, possessed of the power to deliver comrades from the direst of afflictions—even the icy grip of death itself.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever tried to do a painting of a character with TONS of detail and patterns? I don't know if you're into Final Fantasy, but if you're looking for something like that, then the Espers from Final Fantasy 12 are definitely a good place to look.

well, I mean, I guess it depends on your level on what “TONS” means? Honestly probably one of the most complicated and complex detailed characters I’ve painted is my character Zalgaroth, and even then! I actually just recently changed his design a little bit making him super simple  light leather armor super intricate. And this is only a head and shoulder shot. :U 

InkSans and Omega Flowey are pretty complex and detailed character too. but for some reason my computer won’t let me post those pictures here. l:V 

Meet Cute-Brett Talbot

Teen Wolf Imagine:#128

Word Count: 815

Warnings: None whatsoever

Summary: Reader and Brett meet for the first time.

A/n: Both the reader and Brett are both in their 20′s. Idk what y’all are talking about Brett didn’t die. (can’t die if you don’t watch 6.13!)

@joeynihil Brett????

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I finally got to use spike rivets! :D

This was a commission for a customized pair of Bruiser Gauntlets.
The customer wanted them to look more like something a fantasy gladiator would wear, instead of the cyberpunky default look.

So I maximized the amount of metal bits on them while still trying to keep up the bruiser style.
The plates on top of the hands were made from aluminum scrap pieces that I ground and sanded into shape. Turns out aluminum gets surprisingly strong when it’s ¼ inch thick…

Rebuttal: Pearl Did Not Shatter Pink Diamond

So some friends and I were discussing the SU ‘Wanted’/Memoral Day episodes, particularly theories related to The Trial.  This is my opinion on the relevant theories regarding Pearl.  I’ll post my own theory shortly.

It’s fairly long (enough so that it seemed like the post window was starting to break), and spoilers abound.  So details are below the line if you’re up for it.

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Keeping Time Part 1 (Tim Drake x Reader)

Schninner: Okay guys, so this wasn’t requested, and I still have more to do, but I’ve had this idea for a series for a while now and have FINALLY figured out how to write it! I’m super pumped how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! XD

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: Kidnaping, mentions of torture, swearing, THE ANGST!!!!

Word count: 1157

Tagging: @maruthor @the-singing-canary @preppygothica @cuddles-for-cassie @comicbookworm @alfred-the-cat-writes @angstytodd @isabellegunawan @speedypan(I hope you all don’t mind that I tagged you, I just got really excited for how it tuned out and I wanted to share my joy :D)

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Master List

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The faint noise of a clock sounded from inside the silent room.

“Tiiiiiim,” You lazily cried, leaning your head over the arm of the chair, letting your [H/C] hair fall over the side. You looked at the upside down back of your boyfriend’s head, who was hunched over his laptop

“mmhmm?” He hummed in response not bothering to look towards you.

“I’m bored, let’ do something!” you groaned, throwing your arms above your head in exasperation.

“mmhmm, that’s nice sweetie.” He automatically responded with his voice in monotone.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, while rolling over right side up. You leaned on your elbows, and scrunched your eyebrows in irritation.



“I’m pregnant.”

“That’s nice hun.”

That was it. No sign of shock, or of emotion at all to be exact. Just the same old monotone voice as he sat hunched over the screen. You rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Hopping to your feet, you made your way over to your boyfriend until your reached his side. Crossing your arms, you gave Tim a disapproving look, watching his eyes dance back and forth across the screen, his face illuminated with bright light.

Something shiny caught your eye, causing you to tear your harsh gaze from Tim’s face and to his wrist where a silver watch rested. A devious smile came across your face as a ploy formed in your mind. You subtly inched your hand closer to his until it was resting on the watch, and using your best pick pocketing and sneaking skills, you managed to slip the watch from his wrist without him noticing.

You beamed victoriously, stepping away from him and putting the beautiful dev8ce on your own wrist. You held your hand out in front of you, enjoying how the light reflected if the smooth surface. You made quite a show, waving your hand in the air with your newly stolen watch resting comfortably on your wrist, so much so, that you had managed to catch Tim’s attention.

He cocked his head to the side and rubbed is sleepy eyes, “[F/N], is that my watch?”

“Whaaaat?!” you feigned a look of shock pointing to yourself, “are you accusing me of thievery?” you flattened your hand against your chest mocking a look of hurt, “Why I’d never!”

Tim pushed back from his desk, and stood up, walking towards you to try to get a better look at your wrist. You continued to move your arms, obscuring his vision of the watch.

He moved closer to you causing you to take a few steps back, remaining the same distance away from him. This continued until both of you were on opposites sides of the couch.

“Come on [F/N]! Just let me see the watch!” Time called over the couch, his voice laced with a playful happiness.

“Oh sure, of course you can see it,” You replied playful, letting a joyful giggle escape your lips. “but you’ll have to catch me first.”

A wide smile stretched across Tim’s face, “oh, watch me.”

He faked a left, causing you to run full speed to the right. At the last minute, Tim cut right, causing you to squeal in realization of hat he did. Before you could get away, he managed to wrap his arms around you, tackling you to the ground, cushioning your fall with his body. He grabbed your wrist with the watch on it and observed the devise closely.

“Aha!” He shouted victoriously, digging his fingers into your sides tickling you mercilessly. “You thief!”

The study erupted with fits of laughter, wriggled and writhed, trying to get out of Tim’s grip, but to no avail.

“Please… Tim! Stop!” You gasped in between each laugh.

“Fine,” he replied finally releasing you from the tickle torture and lighting kissing your nose, “and next time? Try getting my attention some other way.”

Still breathing heavily, you looked up at him with a smirk, “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock…

The clicking of the watch on your wrist bounced aimlessly off the stone wall of the cell you were in, amplifying and intensifying that once small soft noise.

You glanced at the watch. His silver watch, and checked the time.


He’d be here soon, but not the he that you were hoping for, no, someone far worse. You looked past your watch and to your bloodied, bruised, and scarred arms, the scars in which that man, no, that monster had cut into you. Trying to break you, to mold you, into something unrecognizable.

And yet here you were, bloodied, bruised, and defiled, yet still in one piece, still intact. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound of clock, and letting the happy memories of Tim, your Tim, wash over you, heal you, stitch up the seams that had been beginning to tear away.

The sound of something metallic scraping against stone ended your fantasy in an instant, bringing you back to the here and now.

“Well, well, looks like Bat’s lilt brat has finally woken up from her nap.”

The Owner of the voice stepped into the light, which glared angrily off his pale white chest and illuminating the ticks and crosses counting the number of lives he had taken. Victor Zsasz continued stepping closer and closer to you, with a sharp knife held in his hand.

A scowl formed on your face as his face became mere inches away from yours, his smile showed each one of his yellowed teeth, and h=you had to restrain yourself from gagging as he exhaled in your face. His dirty and bloodied hands played at the ends of your mask, tugging it ever so slightly, but not removing it.

“So, is our little baby bat ready to learn today?” His eyes wide in excitement, and his breath rancid with rotten meat.

Without a warning, you through your head back, and brought it crashing forward, meeting Zsasz’s fore head and causing his nose to spew blood. He staggered backwards holding his bloodied nose with his free hand.

“You to hell.” You growled at him with a raspy voice.

He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, a vicious smile implanted on his face.

“Oh ho ho,” he responded, hastily coming toward you with a knife in hand, which he swiftly raised, and brought it down into your thigh causing a scream of pain to escape from your lungs.

But above all the screaming and pain, the sound of hope rang out, filling you with faith and determination, a sound that reminded you that this would soon be over, that this agony would soon end. This sound came from a small silver watch, a watch that belonged to the person you cared most about. And on and on, the sound continued,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

Okay, rant time, ahah! :’D What I’m about to rant is about new TMNT show which is supposed to start in 2018. When I heard about it first time I had SO HIGH hopes it would be awesome like 2003 turtles and / or drawn in this style ->

But no. No, no, no, no! Since it’s incredibly difficult to do good shows / cartoons anymore. Rather than putting money on quality of the show, corporations keep costs small and make cheap and horrible looking shit and dare to say they do it for old and new fans! Bullshit. Anyway, as much as I love Samurai Jack and loved Powerpuff Girls as well, I still don’t like the idea turtles will be done in the same style with same humor ->

It all just makes me feel physically sick and let me tell you another thing, I’m so damn depressed now because of this since I really looked forward to see new amazing TMNT show. But jumping little bit back to the quality let me show these to you. It should show it clearly how quality of shows / series is getting lower and lower.

Honestly, go to Google and look for all TMNT screenshots from shows. Quality in all ways has been dropping after 2007 movie (not counting 2014/2016 movies since they rock!). One other good example about quality keeping dropping is good old Biker Mice From Mars.

In 1990′s they looked like this ->

and in 2000′s they looked like THIS ->

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!? Don’t you dare to come to say me they don’t look bad or there’s nothing wrong in quality etc. It’s so sad to see good series becoming shit because big bosses just want to keep saving money and spend it as little as possible with thought; “Just give people something.” *SIIIGGGH* I honestly feel as down and depressed as I felt back then when I discovered how shitty Final Fantasy XV game was. I was so down and depressed for days just sitting on the couch while my mind was totally blank. I feel it happening again because of all this, because of turning those lovely turtle boys into a cheap horrible shit show. I so hard keep my fingers crossed in the future we HONESTLY could get GOOD TMNT SHOW like 2003 was. Thank God I can always go re-watch 2003 series as much as I want to seek some comfort.

I colored the picture of Calliope… she’s my FFXV OC, on and off girlfriend of Gladio and homicide detective in Insomnia. 

She is resting in Gladio’s room and trying to wrap her mind around a gruesome murder case.

I kept my lame attempt at writing the scene under a cut:
Gladiolus Amicitia x Calliope Sinceritatia (SFW)

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When she showed up at his door in the middle of the night he frowned at her in confusion. But when Gladio realized that she was soaked to the bones and her eyes looked bleary from crying he asked no questions and told her to come in. She kept apologizing and said something about needing to see a friendly face. He ushered her into the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel and a shirt out of the dryer. 

“Take all the time you need to warm up,” he said and Calliope just nodded and mumbled a thanks. 

Gladio returned to the kitchen and rummaged through his cupboards. She needed something to warm up. He knew that he had no tea but remembered that Iris had once stashed some hot chocolate stuff somewhere. She loved that stuff. 

When he found it in a small tin Gladio frowned at the contents. How did one make hot chocolate out of this? 

He could hear the shower running and glanced at his phone. There was only one way. He called Ignis. After several moments of disapproval from his friend he finally got basic instructions to make hot chocolate. Maybe Ignis was able to pull off gourmet chocolate, but Gladio was glad he had the instant brand from Iris. 

When Calliope came out of the bathroom she looked a little more human again, though still like a lost puppy. His shirt was way too big for her, but it was dry. 

Gladio ushered her into the bedroom and handed her the cup. “You can sleep here tonight,” he said. “I’ll be in the living room in case you need something.”

“Thank you,” Calliope muttered. “Can you… leave the door open? Just a little?”

“Of course.” He smiled reassuringly at her and closed the door just a little - a line of light from the living room was still pouring in.


There was a scuffling sound in the hallway and the eerie red glow of witchcraft, but that was just part of everyday life now.  So, Darcy kept working.  She felt his presence before she heard or saw him.  Steve Rogers shuffled awkwardly, leaning against the doorway to the lab with a rueful grin and a faint blush on his face.

Pushing her glasses up, Darcy sat back from her computer and rolled her neck. “’lo, Cap… I mean, Steve.”  

Wanda Maximoff lurked several feet back, barely repressing giggles.  Darcy’s greeting wave was answered with laughter.  Darcy’s brow furrowed with confusion.  Since she and Jane had arrived at the Secret Avengers’ base, she’d seen more shenanigans and pranks  than she could’ve ever imagined.  Apparently being on the world’s most-wanted list AND saving humanity on a daily basis required rampant silliness and blowing off steam. 

“Happy St. Patri…”  Her words trailed off as she noticed the button on Steve Rogers’ jacket and she looked him up and down. She pointed, accusing, “You forgot to wear green.” 

He looked apologetic, then raised a brow as he gave her a once over.  She stood and pointed to the green belt cinching her small waist.  He nodded emphatic approval and even offered a thumbs up. 

She smiled her thanks as she preened under his appreciative eye. Mock angry, she put her hands at her hips.  “There was a warning and everything! Wanda said to wear green or get hexed and be forced to wear that button… and something about kissing.” Darcy had heard that anything that made Wanda laugh was highly encouraged, since her stint in The Raft.  Still, she glanced uncertainly from Steve to Wanda and back.

Steve touched his hand to his head as though to indicate forgetfulness.  Darcy shook her head.  “Nuh uh, mister.  I may not’ve stayed awake in all my history classes, but I didn’t miss the lessons on you.  You have a perfect memory.”

He ducked his head, bashful and contrite.  He nodded to indicate a confession.

Darcy took a step forward.  “You really are Irish, if I remember right, though.”

He gave a short nod.

Her lips curved to a winsome smile as she stepped even closer to him.  “Wanda?”

Wanda rolled her eyes.  “Someone has to kiss him in order to break the spell.  When I told him that, he raced straight here.”

Darcy blinked up at him.  “You want me to kiss you?”

He nodded, tentatively hopeful.

Darcy grabbed Steve by the lapels and pulled him forward, hard.  He startled and his eyes widened as she went for it with fervor.  Kissing Steve Rogers was far from a hardship, more like something she’d dreamed about since laying eyes on him.  And the reality was better than fantasy.  His lips were plush, but firm, opening to her eagerly as both of them lustily savored the kiss.  When she finally pulled back, he looked dazed and ecstatic.  

Wanda whistled and applauded.

Darcy grinned impishly at him.  “All better?”

He gasped, “I can talk.”  

Wanda smirked.  “He’s not sure he can walk now, but- yes, he can talk again.”  Steve’s chiding glare was half-hearted at best.  Wanda laughed again as she waved goodbye and turned to leave.  “Happy St. Patrick’s Day, you two!”

In Hushed Whispers Part 4 [ChocobrosxReader]

Chapter 4 is up! Link to Chapter 3 is here!

I am sorry this chapter is so short and that it took me so long to post it but real life was a little shit these past two weeks and I could barely write anything.

Hopefully, now that things have calmed down and can actually finish the request, post Chapter 5 as well and make a master list. Wish me luck and without further ado

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“So Far Apart.”

After what feels like a whole summer, I present to you my first official colored fanart!

I am a huge fan of this pairing. I feel like their relationship is definitely the most intimate in Final Fantasy VII. What this represents is Tifa’s growing concern for Cloud’s well-being. Upon meeting him once again in Midgar, she notices a strangeness from within his character. He didn’t seem like himself and was remembering things that he shouldn’t remember. As she spends time with him in the game, it’s confirmed that something was definitely wrong with Cloud. As shown in the picture is Tifa and Cloud facing back to back; Tifa can’t seem to look at Cloud as she would when they were children. Surrounding them is obviously the lifestream but it seems to be favoring Cloud over Tifa. If you guys can understand the reference that I’m referring to, kudos to you!

With this piece, all I can say that I am satisfied with what I’ve done. I can’t be any more proud of this.