All respectively and lived by @anim0k , @relnhart , @velvetomen , @aethernoise , @goldbasar , and @mintfoxmimi .
Hope you don't mind my rusty sketches and thank you for being good people in my life and brighten my day. I look forward to the future amongst others along the way.
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Husbando Aymeric + 4 headcanon. Had to go there, you're welcome.
you really just Did That, didn’t you. Well.
Far be it from me to refuse talkin’ about kissing the Lord Commander.
4.Best places to kiss on their body
Kiss his hands. Kiss the backs of his hands, following the tendons. Kiss his knuckles and feel the spaces between his closed fingers. Kiss the insides of his hands too, the contours of his palm, the heel of his thumb, the underside of every uncurled finger, every fingertip. They might smell a bit like ink, like the work he stays up all night doing, but he has a knight’s hands: they’re strong and calloused and probably dressed in a fair amount of tiny scars, nicks and cuts and burns here and there from mistakes, battles, otherwise. His hands are large and hard-working but they’re also deft and graceful, and they deserve appreciation and care. Kiss his hands.
On a similar note, do not underestimate nor forget the power and romance of a forehead kiss. For one thing, it may be a bit rare for him–do you see how tall he is? He is definitely the one doing most of the forehead kissing, which is why it’s so particularly nice to take advantage of any chance at being closer to forehead level. Maybe he’s seated–in fact, yes, he’s at his desk, because of course he is–and he’s probably tired and probably stressed and probably hiding it well. He’s probably going to be there a while, and you know it, so you come up beside him and lean over and kiss him on the forehead. Maybe you smooth the hair out of his eyes first, maybe you gently hold the side of his face just for a moment, but that forehead kiss is soothing, like you’re unburdening his mind, taking some of the weight from his brow. It might be quick or you may linger, just a breath or two, just to make that connection known. Kiss his forehead.
When you’re perhaps less worried about distracting him, or simply have time to spend, more than a few stolen moments in private, go for the neck. Start with what you can reach: odds are he’s wearing something with a high collar, so make sure you delve below it a bit, get to that skin that’s hot from his clothes and begging to be touched. Maybe he’s been out in the wind and any skin that’s exposed has a chill to it, problem easily solved by your lips and your breath. Kiss his neck, find his pulse with your mouth and feel it quicken. Travel along the underside of his jaw, move his hair out of the way and kiss the spot just below his ear. That’s a very good spot.
….ears, though, ears too. Ears are very important. His ears are incredibly sensitive and when touched the right way you can pretty much have him wrapped around your finger in an instant. I would say this is not so much actual kissing as trailing of the lips along the edge, very carefully though. Maybe they’re cool or even cold to the touch–I don’t know how elezen don’t just freeze their ears right off in that kind of climate, I honestly don’t–but give it mere seconds and you can be sure he’s melted, he’s forgotten all about the cold. You don’t have to tell him anything, you don’t have to make a sound, he gets it, you have his full and undivided attention without a word.
….ahem
thank you for allowing me this indulgence @relnhart
I got a prompt for ya! Where did Alyx Grow up? Where's the place she calls home?
Alyx was born and spent her early childhood in Ala Mhigo, but she has no memory of it. She did most of her real growing up in the Shroud. She lived outside Gridania with her father and her brother until the Calamity split them up and all but destroyed their home. At that point, she sold pretty much everything she owned to barter passage to Ul’dah…and that’s where she lived up until the events of ARR. She’s still growing up all the time, though ;)
As for home….
Home is an interesting theme for her, one I’m constantly reconciling. The nature of her life being what it is, it’s hard for her to figure out sometimes.
Ala Mhigo is the home she doesn’t remember. The Shroud is the home she left. Revenant’s Toll is the home she built. Ul’dah is the home that betrayed her. Ishgard is the home that adopted her.
In the end, Alyx has many homes, but home is ultimately where the heart is, and her heart is with people rather than places.
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this is kinda experimental for me sense I haven’t wrote something for myself for a long time. And I did say i was gonna write this eventually for my best friend @velvetomen so part thanks for her for being my drive to write this or at least attempting.
Side Note, this takes place starting Mid Heavensward and onwards so there will be a lot of spoilers so read at your own risk. Also in this universe there is more than one Warrior of Light so you’ll be seeing multiple characters featuring in this especially my friends and such. There will also be mentions of angst and WOL shipping everywhere (both WOL/NPC and WOL/WOL) cause i’m a huge sucker for this.
The basic synopsis of this is the events that happened from the events and onwards along side the Main Story Quest from the main perspective of Taimu with a few AU-ish elements that happens along the way but is fairly straight forward. If people are interested I’ll post here on tumblr but if not well i’ll most likely keep writing if not for myself and close friends to share for funsies really.
It felt like a nightmare back then. A horrible, inconceivable and most terrifying nightmare I could ever dream of. If I say otherwise, I’m pretty sure it’d be a very deep understatement to myself. No, I was most definitely awake when it happened. With all the adrenaline in my life, how could I ever sleep and dreamed when we failed a most dear and valuable friend for risk their lives for our own and broke our hearts. My heart-no, rather more importantly....Talaani’s heart.
I couldn't bear that sight...the sight of blood and his body on the ground and the strong woman I called ‘sister’ during our adventures together, was crying, wailing, sobbing. Never before she would ever claim to break tears over any other man, and yet the very first in her life, of stealing hearts, throwing lines back and forth like a mischievous fox and went about with flirtatious flair amongst many men in her days, here she was with the look of a woman on the brink of breaking and desperate to speak words that have not been said to the Knight of Ishgard only failing with in her panic.
To admit frankly I did too share such feelings but it only changed when the look I saw on her face, no longer seeing determination, with a hint of cocky elegance to it. That deep blue emotion they expressed between the two in their last moments together did not compare any to how I could ever probably feel in my whole life. I know not of love or affection like the way Talaani and Haurchefaunt probably have felt, however witnessing two of my friends, one so ever close to me since my arrival into Eorzea, were descending rapidly from themselves; one to great despair and heartbreak, while the other to a fate of a true hero...but one of tradgey no less.
A fate I just couldn’t accept, even by Hydalen’s-no, any higher being in this world, could I accept this written fate before us. This outcome I just couldn't leave be.
So I tried. No matter, what I kept trying, insisting to pour every bit of aether I had to heal the gaping wound that never closed; to cease the ever flowing life that was slowly slipping away. I barely could hear Reinhart panicking behind me, the sobs and desperate cries Talaani just couldn't hold back, the insistence of Shiro telling me stop before I went too far. Really...all of it just went quiet the moment I could hear the last few breathes being slowed and the pale blues closing as the curtain on his life came down.
No.
That's not what I want. I had the knowledge and power of Nymians past, their wisdom and teaching; their very souls and memories and yet every onze of healing aether invoked did nothing to hold back the falling curtain. This can’t be it. I won’t let it be the end for this man, not when I know I can heal such wounds!
I kept trying….and trying...and trying…
By then everything around was quiet...in fact rather foggy. No. not like that...more like when one looked to the sun straight on, and the light of the heavens shined out everything around you till you only saw white. Yes perhaps more like that. I don’t remember much after that...tired perhaps...like I am now…
This feeling I have now, as if i ran yalms across the Coerthan snow in laps without breathing. My chest felt heavy as it did burn out my lungs, as if something else pulled all the air out of me. Of course the more I try to relax, it felt better enough to tolerate, more sore than anything really. It was a good thing i=I didn't feel like moving much as I lay there...at least I thought I was lying there….wherever ‘there’ was.
To me it was a white abyss and I was too sore to try and look around and thus ended up paying no mind to anything else but my thoughts. Thoughts of weather Talaani was no longer crying, Reinhart eventually steeling his nerves and jumping into action and helping the others, or perhaps Shiro readying to scold the three of us and trying to regain a sense of order among their little group of friends. Ah that goes without saying about the others back at their little house in Gridania...What of Rizsa and her husband Radial? Their partners Nebikus and Deiridth would eventually visit us soon surely? Spanner would eventually be complaining about something to us...perhaps for forgetting to water the plants back home…
Ah...the more she thought about it the more she felt tired. Perhaps I can think on this more after another nap...
I could already feel eyelids grow heavy till my lashes meet in the middle. I ready myself to drift off once more but something pulls me. Nothing physically really but there is something I felt. I wasn't sure what it was but I felt a calling of sorts. A presence made somewhere but not known to me. I don’t find out what it was that beckoned me, for now I was too tired and simply drifted away once more in silence before hearing hushed sounds in my ears.
