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After the Tamao vs. Seiji PvP … 

This is really awesome. It is not animated, however the pictures tells a story just as well (if not better) as an animation could. 

awesomeballs. 

This can be seen as platonic or not tbh.

The adorable little voice he uses when he’s talking to babies or animals.

It’s usually something he does as he’s squishing his own cheeks in his palms bc he can’t handle cute things without touching his face and squeeing.

The soft, vulnerable Prom that comes out when it’s late at night and dark in your room. He’ll lean right against your shoulder and whisper secrets and stories he’s never told anyone else but Noctis.

He’s so clingy and will just walk right up to you and sway you back and forth as he hums little tunes in your ear.

He day dreams a lot. His eyes get really big and glossy and he’ll stare off at something in the distance for a while. When he blinks himself out of it he usually has something really important to tell you about the little world he created.

This boy is so so small and sweet. He has a collection of oversized hoodies and soft sweaters that make him look even more small and sweet.

Is also so short that when he sits in chairs his feet rarely touch the ground, so he kicks them about in front of him.

Lives for those pajamas with matching tops and bottoms. He will buy you the same kind he has so you can have matching clothes during sleepovers.

When he has the hiccups it sounds like he’s literally saying “hiccup” in a really squeaky voice.

He likes to wear candy necklaces and nibble on them whenever lmao.

The way he turns bright pink any time you give him a compliment. The little pout he gives you when you start to count his freckles for the thousandth time. The fact that he never hesitates to hold hands or loop pinkies no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

Asks if he can start your apples for you even though you can obviously do it yourself. In reality he just wants the first bite.

He’ll put stickers and googly eyes all over your things to cheer you up. Will do a stupid dance like the running man or multiple dabs in a row in PUBLIC if all other attempts at making you smile fail.

-dabs- what’s wrong, y/n? -dabs- why the long… -dabs- ..face?

He has to stick his tongue out when he concentrates on aiming. For good luck.

Movies with happy endings make him blubber like a baby.

He has a keychain with a tiny vial of bubbles attached to it bc he likes to blow bubbles directly into people’s faces. It’s gotten in your eyes before oops.

Paints his nails occasionally and has done so for every one of the bros before, too. Claims that “You’ve not lived until you’ve seen Ignis in sparkly purple polish.”

Calls eggs “Little smooth boys.”

I know this is long and maybe kinda weird but I have been thinking of this an you know what Ignis is human too and has complex feelings just like anyone else even if he is perfect in every other way.

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The night was a long one it had been quite some time that Ignis has gotten enough time to relax. He’s been working from 4 am to 1 in the morning for the past month. He’s been running himself ragged this morning he stopped and almost fell asleep while he making more Ebony.

“Darling…?” You asked softly walking over to the man as he struggled to button his shirt right.

“Yes, my love.” Although he responded with the same words his voice was stern and rough and he seemed irritated just by your voice.

“Are you….alright?” You asked clearly knowing the answer was no something was changing Ignis maybe it was his shifts maybe it was too much ebony maybe it was just you, But something was wrong with the man you loved.

“….yes, yes, everything is fine,…Ugh! Six be damned!” He struggled with his shirt before taking it off and tossing it against the wall not bothering to fold it as he grabbed one of his buttoned shirts from the hanger and attempted to slip it over his head like a child to your surprised it worked as he smoothed to wrinkles and put his jacket on getting ready to start his shift. Ignis never cursed unless he was very frustrated or he was having sex. You looked at him nervously for the first time.

“Iggy…darling, I called Noctis….I told him you can’t work today and that you’re unwell.” As if almost instantly you regretted saying those words.

“YOU DID WHAT!” Ignis looked at you his emerald eyes staring you down like you had slapped him across the face. “For fuck’s sake.” He walked over to his phone looking through his contacts. “I have had to deal with a lot of shit from you but this is by far the most flippant thing you have done.” You looked at him shocked you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open. Your Ignis the tall sweet man you loved would have never said such a thing, not to anyone. “BY THE SIX! NOW HE WON’T TAKE MY CALLS! STUPID B……” he stopped himself and grabbed his papers and proceeded to the door. “I will tell him of your mistake once I arrive.” He said not even looking at you.

You grabbed the keys before he could and you saw the anger flash in his eyes and for the first moment in your life, You were scared of Ignis. “I…I’m not letting you go. something is wrong. very very wrong.” He stared you down. “FINE HAVE IT YOUR FUCKING WAY.” He threw his papers on the counter causing them to fly everywhere as he walked back to the bedroom slamming the door. You knees gave out as you slid down the door to your apartment not strong enough to stand anymore. You were not a weak person. You have taken on deamons and monsters, Yet thinking that Ignis the man you would give the world to, could possibly be mad at your or….hate you… made you physically sick.

Your stomach churned as you sobbed quietly. The hours passed slowly you were able to compose yourself but not before crying so hard you vomited in the kitchen sink, too scared to enter the bedroom. You had cleaned up the papers and the vomit. When you sat to rest you heard a familiar sound from the bedroom and slowly opened the door. You smiled with relief when you guessed right the sound of Ignis gently snoring. You smiled at the tall blonde in his box briefs as he laid half under the covers he was sleeping for what you assumed was the first time in weeks. You slowly man your way around the room cleaning up the clothing and shoes and anything else Ignis has misplaced in his rage. You hoped he was sleep deprived or just moody.

You looked at him as he started to toss, he never tossed in his sleep he would rarely move at all you walked closer to see sweat building on the man’s brow and his fists clenching in his sleep as his breathing became heavy and his mouth snarled to show his teeth pressed together tightly. He tossed more as he becomes more vocal. “n…ngh…noct….no……stop…y/n…no….NO!” He sat upright breathing heavy as he looked around and sees you. “Y/n?” He looked at you without his glasses before his large hand covered his eyes and he breathed out before his body started to shake gently as you heard small intakes of breath. You suddenly realized. He was crying.

“Iggy?” You slowly walked closer before he took his hand down the white around his emerald eyes pink stained with tears. He reached for you and without even realizing it you flinched. He noticed and pulled his hand away from you as he looked down tears began to fall faster. “I would never hit you…..I would never hurt you…I would die before any harm came to you.” He spoke through a slightly cracking voice. You looked at him and looked down sad before scooting closer and placing your hands on his damp cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I…I don’t know why I did that, Iggy I need to know whats wrong.”

He sighed and placed his large hand over one of you and turned his head pressing a kiss to your palm. “Lay with me..Please Y/n” You slowly laid down and he hugged you close his arms wrapping around you tightly. “Today is the anniversary of Jared Hester’s death. A day I almost lost Noctis as well. Jared was a butler to the Amicitia household. Growing up with Noctis and Gladio both I went to the Amicitias house often. Jared was always there. He taught me how to cook my first meal. I remember he said to me once. ‘Ignis, as the future advisor you have to be smart but there is no point in being smart if you have nothing to work for. Smarts help you work. Work helps you live.’ Those words helped me become the man I am today. He’s why I work so hard… for Noct..for myslef….for the council…for you… Today also marks a dark day for Noctis as well. We hit a road block magitek engines flew overhead and nearly 2 dozen soldiers landed we fought the best we could but we were heading back to the station to get more supplies we had nothing and noct was greatly injured. We were down for 3 days while I tended to his wounds applying potion and exlir to help him heal. One person, I cared for died, I almost lost the other. I figured if I worked through it. I thought perhaps if  I kept myself occupied I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of it. I thought I could be too busy to cry.”

You look up to see he was gently crying as you held onto him tighter. “I’m sorry Iggy……Ignis?” You asked softly “Yes, my love?” His voice soft and sweet like it should be. “You said my name, During your nightmare.” His lean arms tightened around you more making the muscles in them show slightly as he placed his face against the top of your head before slowly lifting his head up and speaking. “I….I was fighting, for Noctis, I lost. I was too weak, You were next, I couldn’t save either of you. I….I lost you, and that….That crushed me, I can’t lose you.”

“Then why were you so mean earlier.” You felt him start to cry again. “I’m so sorry about that……” He let out a heavy sigh to gain relief from the pressure in his chest while crying. “I didn’t want you to know…I just wanted to work. I wanted to not feel anything. The lack of sleep combined with my stupid idea to push out emotion, well, backfired greatly. I didn’t want you to think I was weak. I’m, not Gladio, all muscular and strong, or important like Noctis, I’m not happy and blindly optimistic like Prompto. I can’t even see 3 feet in front of my face without a pair of glasses. I’m not special. I didn’t want you to see that.” He holds you tightly.

“Iggy, for someone so smart, you are so blind to the truth. I Love you Ignis. Your not Gladio or Noctis, Or Chocoboy Prompto. Your Ignis and I only love Ignis, I don’t want them. You are my knight, my hero. and you will always be more than enough for me. I love you!” You placed small kisses all over the man’s soft face as he let out a soft chuckle. “You are my world Y/N and I love you more than life itself.” He smiled and slowly held you as you both drifted off to sleep.

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Prompto Argentum–

Fem!Reader, SFW.

Meeting Prompto is low key the best thing that ever happened to you.

Even if it was kind of a mess.

It’s a blind date that does it. Your friends set the two of you up at a diner in the city, and he is such a bouncy, sputtering nerd from the very moment you introduce yourself.

He can barely look you in the eyes without the fear of just screaming compliments at you because what the hell how are you so pretty and how is he actually on a date with you right now where did Noct even find you?

And you aren’t much better.

The second you see him standing there with that crooked grin and those big, blue eyes your brain short circuits and cheesy, 80s love songs start playing on a loop.

You’re pretty sure that within the amount of time to takes for your order to get to the table, you drink double your weight in ice water.

Like, you’re so nervous that your hands are practically vibrating, and naturally water dribbles all over you at least twice. Which makes him choke on his tongue and throw an insane amount of napkins in your direction like it will help.

Poor boy can’t stop staring into his cup as if it’s giving him advice on how to not screw this date up.

He does not. Because despite the awkward start, the two of you somehow, someway power through it and agree wholeheartedly to a second date. And a third. And so on.

Eventually all of the nerves that comes with a new relationship leave you both, but for the better part of six months he still turns a pretty shade of pink any time you look at him. Prom just can’t get over it. You are really so, so beautiful and he can’t help it.

He does try to hide it, often turning his chin down to burn a hole into a spot on the ground as you grin at him and continue with whatever you are saying.

Admittedly, you are just a little evil about it.

Sometimes you stroke a single fingertip down the warm skin of his cheek as you speak, just to see it darken in color. It’s pretty fascinating.

You’ve started a game with yourself where you count how many ways you can get him to blush. You’re currently at 143 (and still counting).

One of your favorite ways to get him all flustered is by giving him kisses on the nose. It makes him giggle, high pitched and shaky as he turns strawberry pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

Being this close to him has many perks.

From this proximity you can memorize every single freckle, every pale lash that rests against the softness of his cheeks, and the curve of his lips beneath his scrunched up nose.

You commit to memory every tiny detail of him and catalogue it in your brain under the never ending list of things you love about him. And, then you’re making out with him because who can blame you.

SPEAKING OF FRECKLES.

You are absolutely obsessed with them, and you make it known like ten times a day.

It usually starts when you’re cuddling. Prompto will be sprawled out on the bed with you, nuzzled into the front of your shirt and voice muffled as you talk about your day and such.

You don’t know how it happens, but you always end up starting at his shoulders, counting out each little freckle one by one.

At this point, he knows you’re going to start before you do, and often times you can feel him shaking with laughter against your chest. It absolutely does not stop you when he teases you about it, and it never will.

Every ten or so are punctuated with a press of your lips to whatever part of him you can reach, and you don’t cease until one of you falls asleep or you lose count all together.

One day he shows up to Noctis’s place with a face full of tiny, drawn-in constellations. It didn’t take much convincing for him to agree to let you play connect the dots with one of your felt tipped eyeliner pens.

You were so cute, tongue sticking out as you concentrated on getting the lines straight and stopping each time you finished one to explain the meaning behind it.

He totally teared up when he had to wash it off before bed that night. Not that he’d ever admit to it.

Prompto is extremely supportive of anything you do, especially if it will make you happy. Sometimes to the extent of annoying his friends by going on about this awesome new thing you’re up to.

“Noct! Did you see this pic of what Y/N made for dinner last night?”

“You jealous that my girlfriend is a better cook than you, Iggy?”

“Prompto, it was just take out that I put on to a plate for you. You literally watched it happen.”

Remembers every anniversary and every important date, even makes up his own important dates and discreetly reminds you a couple days before hand bc he’s a good boy.

He is very thoughtful. The king of homemade gifts!!!! They are all so well made that at first you think he purchased them.

Your first anniversary was when he gave you a giant photo album full of pictures that he’d been taking in secret.

A lot of them were of you in various situations, of the places you’d been to together, or just of things that reminded him of you.

Every time you flipped to a page that had a selfie of him in it you screamed out loud about how handsome he is and how much you love seeing him.

He hid in the couch cushions, nervous laughing and smiling so hard that it made his cheeks ache.

This sweet little baby is so full of love for you that sometimes it physically hurts.

But like any other human being, Prom’s not always 100% sunshine and rainbows.

He’s too nice, too sweet, and too scared to ruin your mood so a lot of the time he just won’t tell you if something is wrong.

His feelings will eat away at him until it gets so bad that you have to pry it from him, wrapping every limb around his frame and not letting go until he tells you what’s up.

It’s something the two of you are working on, and it’s becoming easier and easier for both of you– easier for you to catch the tiny hints that something’s wrong, and easier for him to talk to you about it, too.

Prompto always wants to be connected to you in some way. His hands are always grabbing for yours, and if there’s ever a situation where hand holding is somehow not okay his pinkie is still sneaking over.

He just wants to know you’re real and that you’re still with him sometimes.

A ball of energy that is constantly bouncing around, fidgeting, or rocking you from side to side if you’re near him.

This is accompanied by him humming little songs under his breath, soft and sweet against the shell of your ear.

You aren’t sure if he notices, honestly.

Gets cold so easily in the winter months!!! You had to purchase him several giant hoodies for Christmas last year because every single time he went to touch you his hands felt like ice cubes.

Will unzip the hoodie and make you get into it with him before zipping it back up.

Because he’s kind of a demon who can get whatever he wants from you just by pouting and calling you your favorite pet name.

Nicknames make him melt into a pile of mush! The dumber they sound, the better they are to him.

One time you called him “Little Spork” after a particularly good cuddle session and he laughed so hard that he fell out of bed.

You’ll do anything if it makes him happy. Well, pretty much anything.

You still refuse to let him take those special pictures of you, no matter how precious those begging eyes of his are.

It’s only a matter of time before you give in though, and he knows it.

***Full Version*** of the infamous video, 49 seconds, no watermarks: Advice: Breathe. Just Breathe. haha

src: Twitter:  @papapa12346

Hello anon! Omg, a serious ask!

Yes, i remember the incident when they were doing a live at Lazona Shopping Mall! When i saw their instagram/twitter earlier and saw that message just like what they did for Lazona, i was afraid the same thing will happened again. And it did. Btw, Thanks for the info too anon! I didn’t know about the case of kid fallen over coz Gene fans were pushing.. I m shock now. And mad too. What do i think? Really, i am just so disappointed.. And what a shame, since, earlier they took such super duper sweet, cute pictures for this project! 

Some fans can be quite rude, i feel so bad for Gene. i was also kinda mad when i first read about the Lazona episode. Gene High production really should stop doing this kinda project again.. Didn’t they learn from the Lazona incident?? I watched the episode, and they said that they were supposed to film more during that episode.. The fans don’t have no self control!! I guess, maybe bcoz those are mainly high schoolers, still so young, they can be quite irrational when they are able to see Gene so close like that.. They lost their common sense and just do what ever they like without thinking of the consequences of their actions..

Let this be a lesson for us too.. It is not just Gene, I think other fandom too, have troublesome fans. Let us be calm and don’t follow those people example..don’t become what we hate.. and most importantly, we don’t want Gene to have bad image of fans…

Happy 28th Birthday to the one and only Sexy Voice, Mr. Flawless, Wan-wan, Onee~, Classy Boy of Hey! Say! JUMP… TAKAKI YUYA!!

I wish you good health and more blessings in this new chapter of your life. <3 

愛しているよ～！ 我爱你!

P.S. - this is my favorite part of their DEAR. concert. I still get goosebumps every time I watch it :) Happy Birthday again Takaki~ *chu~!*

hit it from the back and drive u wiiiiiiiiiiillldddddddddd