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Innocently sucks this heart-shaped lollipop. Totally innocently. Any mischievous glints as he looks over at Gladiolus are coincidental. Yup. Totally.
Quickly glances away also by pure and honest coincidence ‘n that.
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Kicks down the door, holding 3 bouquets of roses under his arms.
Guess who’s everyone’s valentine this year?
Thats right.
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i have no excuse nor reason of why this exists aside of h0rnyness
#;;iron does as irons told - self#;;stuck in winters hell with just you in mind - Ignis - libraxelementia#literally just logged in to reblog this#yes this is the good stuff
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pagliaccioxfalso:
“Good boy….”
Kefka placed his hand across Gladio’s eyes, a languid afterthought.
In their small enclosure, the light that poured from the aether swallowed all. It did not burn or blind Kefka, but who knew what it did to human flesh? As if he’d ever cared to consider it?
The light grew unbearably strong, bringing static that stung even its summoner. It pulled him upwards, rending shrill giggling from him, even a taste of his power jostling the fabric of existence.
He brought his bare foot to Gladio’s head, ducking it down, his wings filling the space almost corner to corner, gilded chest heaving with delight, the static fading, the glow with it, until all that remained was Kefka, a permanent grin etched into an inhuman visage.
“Still got eyes? Perhaps I should have used a cloth, but as you can see, mine has a rather important purpose…” Smirking, he glanced down to the loincloth, pressing his foot to Gladio’s chest, hunting for his heartbeat.
How cramped.
To talk casually in this form, keeping a semblance of himself was a rare occurrence, often achieved at the end of a battle. It was… different in this faux world they rattled around in. Something he’d learned to wield or be wielded by.
“An answer to everything, and nothing…”
The hand across his eyes might as well not have bothered; The freak was pale to the point of translucent, and that searing light poured through his skin like glass. Then, when the hand released him, what he could only guess was a heel to the back of his head kept him facing downward-- Only marginally better-- As though he was gonna dare open his eyes ‘til that light died down.
When it did, at least when Gladio could no longer see through the back of his own eyelids, the air was left filled with an oppressive presence. One blatant enough to stall him a moment before he lifted his head.
Thankfully, despite the sting, yeah, he still had eyes, though it took a few blinks for them to adjust to the blurry purple image before him. Then a few more times to comprehend what he was looking at.
Kefka didn’t fit in the cell anymore. Not comfortably. No longer closest to Prompto’s height, he’d grown at least a couple of feet, and his thin frame was now built with a rippling layer of muscle. His skin had darkened, and seemed to have been stretched tight as leather across his newly muscular figure. All that, and the glow of his empty eyes might’ve registered as enough of a threat to rise his pulse... But the four great wings, curled askew against the walls of the cell, left him looking instead like some big, angry, purple bird.
His first comprehensive thought was “yeah, glad to be spared the loincloth.”
...Even so, Gladio knew better than to tell him that.
“...Answer to nothing’s right...” He muttered, attempting to scoot back from the clawed foot pinning into his chest. “So, you’re some sort of daemon, huh. That it?”
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@pagliaccioxfalso from this
‘...beastie’
Yeah. Fine. That’s what he felt like now, anyway, all rope bitten, starved and sleepless. He let those spidery fingers wind in his matted hair and wrench him upright, and while the look in his sunken eyes was as hazed as his physical state, his resolve hadn’t broken. It shone dangerously in the glare he shot him, teeth gritting under the press of a clawed thumb-- damn obviously so to keep his bite in check.
He didn’t care what this monster was. But maybe he could learn something. Maybe he could learn something, then somehow convey it to Ignis, who’d know better than any of them what to do with that kind of info.
Then he’d be able to show just how sharp his bite really was...
#;; v - spin an end to all our stories - dissidia#chomp chomp motherfucker#emperorfu--*gets shot*#pagliaccioxfalso
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xargentum:
“Nope, just takin’ a seat.” He pats Glad on the head and loads up a goofy app.
Well. Guess he ain’t moving.
So instead there’s an adjustment in seating-- The book is pulled out from under him, and Prompto’s shoved between his knees instead of on top of them. Now there’s space to sit and read... So long as the damn app stays quiet.
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xargentum:
Sits on @xamicitia and his book
Thanks, he can’t read shit now. “You need help with somethin’, or...”
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@libraxelementia from da assssk
That refusal didn’t seem to register. Gladio released a breath, risked opening his tired eyes and gazed insistently up at him... A look his companion could surely feel. Then, he reached out and gripped hold of Ignis’ wrist.
“...Sorry. Not taking no for an answer this time.” Not ‘til his eyes weren't red-rimmed with sleeplessness, the corners of his mouth weren't drawn down. Not until some colour had come back to his cheeks, though he’d always been pale.
He liked pale.
He gave a pull, languid, but assertive enough to trip him toward himself should he try to resist. "Cmon.”
#i forgot my tags i have to open them#also i need post game icons#ad banner#its been a while ok#libraxelementia
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Takes a running start.
Leaps at @libraxelementia .
“catch me.”
#;;stuck in winters hell with just you in mind - Ignis - libraxelementia#;;keepsakes -#just keeping this here if u dont mind
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which type of romanticism are you?
platonic romanticism
long hugs, honest smiles, warm cheek kisses: you're platonic romanticism. platonic romanticism, seemingly contradictory in theory, but making perfect sense in practice, it consists of complete trust and wanting nothing but the absolute best for another. in its complete absence of lust, it leaves room for so much more love. it's the way they laugh, drenched in a combination of moon and streetlamp light, pressed up against you, it's the way you hug in silence and complete understanding of one another, still not wanting to pull away and go home to a home that isn't their arms, even after spending a full day together. you’re a completely caring and kind person, who no doubt knows how to appreciate life's wonderful little details. sitting at this intersection of two wonderful concepts, you value security and trust. just remember, don't take things for granted. "sometimes people are beautiful. not in looks. not in way they say. just in what they are." - markus zusak
tagged by : @libraxelementia
tagging: @xargentum @xcharmless and also neil he can do it too
#;;off duty - memes#hmmmm yeah it fits#fits with his sort of 'this wasnt gay until it became kinda gay' mindset#the bit about the home in their arms fits a lot
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Takes a running start.
Leaps at @libraxelementia .
“catch me.”
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libraxelementia:
He’s so sweet when he wants to be, Ignis considers teasing him, throwing in a non sequitur, but his hand is so very warm in his, idly stroking it with his thumb as they stroll has him in a gentle daze. He doesn’t want to rib him; he wants to dote on him the way he’s always wanted to.
“Yes…. I… Well, first, let me apologise. Our first date should have been years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t find the time to indulge in that with you.”
He stops them, guiding Gladio to him, wanting to face him sincerely, not leaving an ounce of room for doubt. This is what I want too, and I want you to know it.
“I wanted to ask if you’d like to make us official? It’s only a name, I know, but… Would that be agreeable to you? Calling us ‘an item’?”
There’s heat flooding his face, yet he resists the urge to glance away. Instead, he looks Gladio in the eye, throwing him a coy smile.
Years ago. Well, he’s not gonna argue with that, but the fact that he’s had way more proper dates with other people, trying to avoid his own feelings, trying, failing to leave them behind... It feels largely his own fault.
Best not to bring that up in the middle of his confession though.
Suddenly, they’re standing face to face, and just like that, everything in Gladio goes soft soft s o f t. He watches as Ignis’ face begins to redden just as his words finish, that smile straining like it’s forced to hold way beyond what it’s able to carry.
Damn, he wants to say something memorable here. Something important. But it was among one of the very last things he'd ever expected him to ask, and now he's all out of words. It feels like speaking would somehow shatter the moment, erase the offer and lock them back up for good.
It's a bad idea. Ignis knows even better than he does that this is a bad idea.
But it doesn't stop Gladio from pulling him forward by the infuriatingly neatly-pressed collar of his shirt, from claiming his lips there in the open, right in the middle of the most exclusive destination in the world.
He kisses Ignis' lips as he never has before, slow and certain... Freely. Nothing close to their stolen, guilt-ridden moments of weakness, each stolen breath and slide of his tongue feels like the first one out here, the ocean air suddenly charged with a whole new meaning that might burn them if they aren't careful.
#;; v - In this wicked world to war I go - main#so this is like the opposite thread to#the 'kiss me and never again' thread#2 timelines#1 result#also i wanted to get one of the drafts done#to make up for clicking on a face computer for 13 hours = v =#libraxelementia
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Soul Sacrifice AU
It’s been a year since the crown prince disappeared. It was the advisor who swore to look for him, who instructed the Shield to stay put. No matter what. A reluctant promise.
Now with the two of them still missing and the reports of ever more civilians succumbing to daemonhood every day, Gladiolus Amicitia has shed his title as Shield, broken his word and taken up the mantle of Hunter.
He will find them. He will save them. As many times as it takes.
The life of a hunter is a thankless one.
Only a select few family lines are gifted the ability to use magic, and even fewer choose to take up the path of a Hunter. Those who do are burdened with the responsibility to keep the rest safe from the daemons which plague the lands--
Daemons who were once humans. That hulking beast was once someone’s daughter. Someone’s husband. Someone’s parents. That’s where the choice of a Hunter comes into play.
Only a corrupted soul can become a daemon, they say.
The source of a Hunter’s magic throbs within their right arm. Once a daemon is defeated, the human soul within must be sacrificed or saved. Saving is only a temporary measure-- they will inevitably revert to their monstrous form in time. Such is the price they pay for the hubris which cursed them to begin with...
If sacrificed, their soul is sealed away in the Hunter’s right arm, used to strengthen the magic within. It is the Hunter who must then bear their cursed burden. Some report hearing whisperings from the souls. A Hunter who takes too sacrifices will fall to the culmination of curses, becoming something rumoured much worse than daemons.
Most fall to madness long before then.
#;;file - au#ive been replaying soul sacrifice recently#and gesgja#it... is too good#so i made an au i will never use#kind of based on it a bit#i mostly wrote this for my own entertainment
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GLADIO SHAMICITIA
*logs in here to add 1 friend then logs out for another 10000 yearsok bye.e e. eee…*
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*logs in here to add 1 friend then logs out for another 10000 yearsok bye.e e. eee...*
#i cant be here without table T v T#im a SHAM#the KINgS SHAM#i dont know anything about this game without table around to tell me the facts uuu#uuuuuuu#i'll be around more when libraxelementia is
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libraxelementia:
@xamicitia because Ignis is feeling feral
keep reading
Stay, he said, pleaded and Gladiolus obeyed, because Ignis had all but sapped his strength the moment his body joined with his. He fell completely quiet almost immediately, stuck on a breath, as though everything he was feeling got too much to even breathe out.
Rough fingers kneaded at the soft swell of Iggy's backside, aimless at first, then subconsciously squeezing in time with the throbbing clasp of his walls wrapped around his urgent girth-- stretched so tight, dragging up then swallowing him down, only to rise again. Nothing was better than being inside him, nothing ever fucking would be.
"Iggy..." He was naked without his usual bravado, hopelessly caught between wanting to kiss him and wanting to keep drinking in the view from this angle, from the slender line of his cock jutting up against his stomach, the rise and fall of his flushed chest, to the pout of his kiss-swollen lips, to the erratic flutter of his lashes. He bucked his hips, just the once, just to remind him he could still lead from here "You're so damn beautiful this way..."
His touch trailed along the scoop of his back, pressing, trying to encourage him down, down, close enough to taste. "Full of me..."
#;; nsfw -#i need a clever nsfw tag#this turned more fluff than i imagined but#hayyy its just started so#all the time for filth and feral#sinday#libraxelementia
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Punishment Symbol Prompts
Send me a symbol for your muse to inflict one of these methods of pain, neglect, or suffering. Trigger warnings ahead for … basically, all kinds of unpleasant manipulation, torture, and such. Feel free to make suggestions for a possible part two!
🔒 Lock my muse up in a small cage or a cell
🤢 Force my muse to eat or drink something disgusting/something they hate.
🖊 Write something insulting on my muse’s body, and make them wear it there all day
💀 Starve my muse (or for supernatural muses, deprive them of feedings).
👄Feed on my muse or harvest blood/energy/etc from them (if the sender has a supernatural muse)
⛓ Tie my muse up with chains against a wall.
👂 Torture my muse with insults, cruel words, and verbal threats
🎀 Use ropes to tie up my muse to any surface.
❄ Torture my muse with intense cold
☀ Torture my muse with intense heat
🥈(for supernatural muses) Press or threaten to press silver/iron against my muse’s body to hurt them
🔪Make cuts or punctures on my muse’s body
📷Photograph or videotape my muse being injured or tortured however you see fit
🛁Submerge my muse in water (of any temperature) with the possibility of drowning them
⭕ (for supernatural muses) Make a ring or seal around my muse so they cannot escape.
💔Drain my muse’s blood (a bit or a lot)
😴Force my muse to stay awake when they’re very tired
🥊Throw punches at my muse while they are cuffed or tied up and cannot fight back
💡 Check up on my muse after leaving them alone in the dark, in silence, for hours or even days
😫Threaten and frighten my muse with things that scare them
🔮Use magic to bind my muse, hypnotize them, or make them a slave
🔥Burn my muse with candles, wax, matches, or a lighter flame held near the skin.
🚬Press a burned cigarette end onto my muse’s skin
📌Shove needles or pins into my muse
☕Throw scalding liquid on my muse.
and as a bonus…
🗡Give my muse the option to face up to three tortures on this list, or else they have to hurt someone they love
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