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This is when Ultima starts his spiel in Origin and Clive looks over all Wolverine style when he asks Deadpool if he made an educated fucking wish. Classic man on his last nerve.
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Do you have any game pics of Clive where he has a smug expression? Otherwise amused 🤔. i think he tends to be smug with Gav, like some of that 'little shit' energy
LMAO HOLY SHIT!
Ok.
This is going to take a second.
First of all. If we want to get canonical, I think these are the best personally:
Realizing Jill likes how he looks in his father’s clothes. Definitely a winner.
And:
Hearing Uncle Byron tell him he’s so much like his father, though this is tinged heavily on the side of pride..
HOWEVER
(And the reason your ask is fucking hilarious, because I was just in the shower twenty minutes ago literally thinking about posting about this specific thing..)
If you want MY personal favorite, and a truly meme-worthy reaction image, look no further, because may I present:
He’s talking to your first Mysidian NPC by the flowers, and I didn’t have to really adjust the angle to get this expression.
He just makes this face. Like he’s just walking around swinging his massive dick because he knows he’s in a DLC.
BUT ALLOW ME TO REALLY CEMENT IT IN.
Because this is literally all I see in my head now every time I play The Rising Tide.
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When visiting Martha's Rest, you come to learn that she is organizing a wonderful evening of drinks and music. A brief respite from wars and famine, and there will be dancing involved. Separately readable snippet below, from chapter 21 of The Dragon of Rosaria.
Clive Rosfield x reader
Additional tags; reader has a prostethic arm, implied length not to be as tall as Clive, magick curse affects reader's hip
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Mixer
You’re sitting next to Clive when the music starts. Martha’s Rest is packed, and you watch the singer of the band, absentmindedly scratching your marred cheek. It starts slow, relaxing music to set the mood. He has dark skin, long white dreadlocks, and a voice given by the gods. He hits every note with sheer perfection, while he was cleaning rooms with you mere minutes ago. He had a limp in his gait, the curse affecting him greatly. A woman about your age is on guitar. Not a bearer. Another man a wide set of different smaller instruments befitting the song. “I’ve never seen music performed before.” You admit, between sips of your ale. Clive is not surprised. In contrast to him, who attended lavish parties and celebrations of warriors and name days.
“Do you like music?” He asks, to keep the conversation going.
“I suppose I do.” You don’t elaborate.
The music slowly shifts to more upbeat tunes, and people start filling up the space for dancing. You’re sitting back in your seat to enjoy the vibes. Clive is scanning the inn, keeping on the lookout for people that might disturb said vibe. Surprisingly, you don’t notice, too enthusiastic about everything else.
…
“It’s time for a mixer!” The singer announces. “I would like to invite everyone to the dancefloor!”
“Do you think I can participate with one arm? ..Only one way to find out.” You don’t wait for Clive’s reply as you stand up. A mixer is an easy way to filter out wrongdoers. Clive sees a few men with irritation on their faces grouped together at a table filled with ale. He stands up.
Your mother has taught you how to dance. Until you could shine in each and every ballroom if needed. It took a while, and back then you had two functioning arms. As expected, people look surprised for a moment when you hold out a metal arm with three prongs for them to take. “Sorry, I lost my arm-”
“We’ll manage!” A lady says with a smile, as you let her twirl underneath your normal one. Each twist and turn, each partner switch makes your smile wider. The music speeds up, and so do you. You can. You’re getting used to this. The enthusiasm of the people here is infectious. The sense of normalcy, even for a brief moment, is wonderful. There’s a moment where you are happy that you begged for your life. Your body moves in tune, and you can’t hide your surprise when your hand grabs a red leather glove with black armor. His hand. When did he join? Face returning to neutral, you muster up a confident smile. “Your father taught you how to dance?”
“You’re correct to assume it wasn’t my mother.” Clive replies rather stoic, his hand resting on your waist as you plunk the metal arm on his shoulder. The music speeds up, some people leaving the mixer as the heat increases. “My father breached the subject, and made sure I had good teachers to have me learn all that I needed.” Clive explains as you twirl under his arm. “Lady Hannah saw me practice one day and gave me some valuable insights as well.” He adds, a small smile on his lips. A few more strides, and you feel like this dance is turning into a swordfight. Back and forth, focussed on making the correct moves.
“Then let’s do this dance in her honor.” You smile, keeping up with the pace.
He watches you switch, landing into someone else’s arms. Seeing how you adapt, smile never leaving your face. The man in front of him is not too fond of the current pairing. “Hey, what are you looking at?” He whispers, trying to get Clive’s attention.
“..Sorry.” Clive responds, taking the hand of his partner. The both of them manage fine in the end. It takes a few switches, before Clive’s hand envelops yours again. Both of you are matching the tempo of the music, synced up in a matter of seconds.
“Alright!” The singer announces one more speed up. Neither of you fumbles, falling into a high speed rhythm of steps. The people that are no longer participating are forming a crowd, clapping and cheering. You and the two other duo’s are now forced to keep it up until the song ends.
“I suppose Martha is having a blast right now…” You say, when Clive navigates the two of you around the dancefloor.
“What do you mean?” He breathes in between steps.
“Nothing- Let’s show them what we got, alright?” He nods. The finale approaches, throat parched for a drink. Not that Clive is thinking about that currently. As if the two of you have your swords drawn, finding the perfect steps to take. Moving and supporting arms. Balancing on the balls of your feet, fleet over the wooden planks. Just when the song is about to end, your face shifts to discomfort. Clive sees it immediately. Stepping on his foot, you slip. He is quick to push his weight to his front leg, letting you fall back, holding you into the arm that was on your waist, now wrapped around. You’re quick to react, lifting your leg up straight, foot just as straight past his waist in the air. People are clapping, and Clive ignores them. Your faces are close. You’re panting, just like him. “...Is there anything you can’t do?” Your question briefly confuses him.
“Don’t steal my line.” He replies with a tiny smile, pulling you back up. Both with a practiced bow, you exit the stage to grab a cold drink.
“Sorry for stepping on your foot.” You apologize, back in your seats.
“I’m wearing greaves, don’t worry about it.” Clive dismisses it, hoping you’d explain how it happened. When you stay quiet, he decides to ask. “Was it your hip?” A brief nod confirms the curse has somewhat infected your hip joint. You’ve fallen quiet. The music continued after the band had refreshments. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for the broad smile to grow back on your face. Clive doesn’t regret kicking out a few troublemakers without you knowing. All the effort of today was worth this wonderful event.
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Enjoying the rest of the night is one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. When the evening ends, Clive follows you up the stairs towards your shared room. You’re swift to take a spare blanket from the closet, and settle yourself on the two seater couch. “H-hey.” Clive is quick to protest, but he cannot get that smile off your face.
“You’re taking the bed.” More of an order than a comment. You’re not even taking off your boots, settling your feet on the armrest. Or any clothing for that matter, draping the blanket over yourself. After he removes his swords, he turns towards you, crossing his arms.
“I was planning to take the couch.”
“You’re too big for the couch.” You retort, not opening your eyes.
“You cannot let me take the bed like that.” His sense of chivalry gets in the way. Not totally unexpected. Fine, you’d open your eyes and spare him a glance.
“Why not?”
“I cannot let a lady sleep on a small couch while I…” His voice falters when you smile.
“So you agree that the couch is too small for you.” Even while tipsy you had your wits. “Thanks for the wonderful evening Clive. Sleep well.” You cut off the conversation, settling in once more and closing your eyes. Defeated, Clive starts removing his armor. Sleep eventually took him, after he confirmed your occasional soft snores.
alright, sorry not sorry i took so long in coloring this sketch. i used it more as an opportunity to learn dappled lighting and fur and shit than immediate appeasement of tumblr, of all places lmao.
this felt nice, though. i'm slowly working my way back to playing ffxvi (and elden ring) again. and clive (and torgal) is always a sight to behold, like y'all don't want me getting up in his shit, i would. but i'm also still kinda stuck on ganondorf so that sorta simping will have to wait. especially since sephiroth's great return in next in line.
love all my babies, though.
i do not wanna touch this shit aaaannnnymore lmao.
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