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so i rewatched Kingsglaive today because i was worried about how i was writing pelna, and i hadn’t seen a post like this in pelna’s tag – and i fucking combed that tag for a post like the one i’m about to make
anyway. as much as i love that film it’s too painful to get past the ultros scene, so without further ado, here’s Pelna and his lines from KG and some telltale things he does which i hope help if you wanna write some pelna fic because i am never putting myself through that again
· Also another dude who deserves all the love and respect I can give him and I love this dude
· You know what else I love?? The headcanon that he keeps a series of plants. A couple of cacti in cute little pots and succulents along with ferns. Seems like a ferns kinda guy
· I’m assuming he’s the tech master or something from what we saw in the movie? We’ll go with that
· Also the worst at warping and was one of the last of the Holy Quad Squad™ to join the Glaives
· Speaking of bad at warping, frequently experiences side effects all the time. Still hasn’t quite gotten used to the experience, like the others
· He’s that person in the squad that looks off into the distance like he’s on the office whenever anyone says something problematic
· Leaves food and water out for strays because he feels bad. Technically doesn’t own pets, but is not going to do anything if any of those critters end up in his home taking refuge, so long as they leave the plants alone, which they typically do
· When he gets flustered, he starts to ramble and he’s not actually saying words. It’s just muddled letters of the alphabet smushed together. He hopes no one notices, but everyone notices when he starts to speak jibberish
· Someone somewhere, I think multiple people actually, headcanon that he smokes weed and I see it. But moreso as a coping mechanism, than for recreation. Picture, this, a recent battle has taken place, so many of the Glaives dead or missing and Pelna just sitting on the steps trying to block it all out. The only thing that ever works is the consummation of weed, so he sticks with it
· Loves the taste of fruity things
· Has a really pretty beta fish that he treasures more than anything in the world. It has a really nice, big tank, with plenty of decorations within to keep it busy, also a few aquatic plants
· Has considered in investing in a fish tank full of other kinds of fish because he loves his beat so much, but decided against it when he eyes the stray cat that’s looking at his beta, it hasn’t made a move – yet
· Sometimes joins Crowe when she drinks tea and they just sit in cozy silence. Has since started drinking tea too, especially after she dies. It’s the only thing that makes him feel like a piece of her still clings to the earth she left behind
· Generally well liked among all the members of the Glaive, just cause he’s so chill and nice. Even Tredd begrudgingly admits that he enjoys Pelna’s company from time to time
· A good listener, and provides some really insightful advice on occasion, another reason he has become popular amongst the other Glaives
· Doesn’t have braids because he didn’t want to be slandered anymore than he already was for his homeland. It was just easier that way. Also keeps any and all tattoos covered up when out in public
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I get antsy when I haven’t produced content in awhile. I worry I’ll be forgotten. I feel like I have to keep buying my place in fandom with stuff like art and writing. Which makes it hard to produce content because that’s a lot of pressure to put on my creativity muses. So I sit here worrying instead.
To everyone in the fandom who has been posting this the last few days: You are not obligated to continuously produce content. You are valued within this community by others, no matter what. I promise you that. You will not be forgotten. Don’t feel pressured. Do things in your own time. You are awesome. You are talented and you are welcome here always.
Texts you before and after every mission. Tries to text you during, but sometimes he has his hands full
Loves to tell Nyx and the crew about you
They genuinely enjoy your company when you come around. If you’re not in the glaive your normal citizen life is a breath of fresh air for everyone. If you are in the Glaive, they’ll discuss the success of missions, but try and keep Glaive talk to a minimum. Don’t wanna ruin the drinking mood.
Pelna is a great man to have at home. He loves to cook with you, cooking lots of meals from his childhood.
He would love to start a family with you, but his job gets in the way. He’ll settle with a cat at home. Pelna said to name him Titus since hes a big grumpy cat. You settled for Bongo. No one knows why. Not even you.
Pelna knows it’s very hard to be in a relationship with a Glaive. He gets called in at random hours, sometines having to work overnight. He’ll make it up to you in any way he can. He knows you’re understanding so a simple cuddle session on the sofa is good enough for you.
He loves kissing your hands. From palms to fingertips to knuckles. He kisses every inch of your hands.
Hand kisses usually work their way to neck kisses. You can’t ever resist them. The scruff is just so nice on your skin.
He’ll never admit it, but he loves when you’re the big spoon. Kisses on his back, fingers in his hair, loves it. The softness of you is a stark contrast to the harsh Glaive life. He really appreciates every soft moment with you. Never takes it for granted.
Loves when you greet him from work with a tight hug and a kiss. Loves it even more when you have dinner waiting. Doesn’t even have to be homemade food. He’s content with takeout. Anything you do for him is great.
Gets flustered easy around his friends. Give him a kiss in front of Luche and he’ll turn as red as a tomato. Luche will never let him live it down.
However when you’re at home, he’s as smooth as silk. Hardly any hiccups. He meets your kisses with smooth talking and even smoother hands.
Honestly, just love him. He lives off your love. LIVES OFF YOUR LOVE DAMN IT.
A pick-me-up sickfic for my dear @vashiane, because I’m predictable enough for people to know my writing patterns for now. Surprise! Feel better, cupcake.
Trust Ignis Scientia to be the one to adopt a literal six-second Internet video and make it sound nothing short of scolding. Or patronizing. One day words would function correctly and you’d be able to pick one like papers out of a fishbowl, but today was not that day. Couldn’t be, when your mind was a haze and you couldn’t breathe out of one side of your nose.
:D thank you so much!!!! I’m sorry updates have been so slow round these parts (THE WOES OF A FULL-TIME JOB..........................), but I hope I can start kicking something around soon! <3
For the prompt list, could I have a reader and Ignis with #12 please? Thanks! Love you boo!
12. We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
When did this even happen again? Oh that’s right, when Gladio made that terrible joke that you and Ignis were basically married from the way you acted together. He wasn’t wrong, you two were pretty much glued at the hip most of the time. So you both went along with it as a joke, calling each other by pet names and pretending to be lovey dovey to make Noctis and Prompto gag. But at some point the jokes became more than jokes. You caught feelings and you caught them hard, it was like falling down a waterfall, it was scary and you knew at the end all there could be was pain. That’s why you had to say something before this got too out of hand.
You managed to get Ignis alone and finally confessed your feelings, the silence that followed was the longest few seconds of your life. Then you saw that small smile cross his lips, and he stepped closer to you.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to realize I wasn’t just playing, y/n?” He asked, taking your hand into his with utter care and tenderness.
“Gladio always jokes that we were like an old married couple…” You said, smiling awkwardly as you looked up into his green eyes. They always took your breath away, but now they looked even more beautiful.
“Then, I suggest we perhaps work towards being such.” Ignis leaned down, gently pressing a single kiss to your lips. You melted against him as he pulled you close to his warm torso, his hands resting on your hips while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, my dear.” You replied, kissing his cheek with a soft sigh. You weren’t going to hear the end of this from Gladio but it didn’t matter, Ignis was yours and you were his. To grow old together was the only thought.
can also be read as an open letter to summer, whom i’m missing.
again, i’ve used no particular name but it’s about a specific character pelna that i’m…feeling right now and want to see how i’ll write. enjoy and thank you, always!
he is delicate in his attempt to pull the green button out of the fruit.
he’s grinning the entire time, sheepish and dreamy. his dark eyes are kind and glancing at you behind thick lashes.
you decide to help him when the heat of the summer becomes offensive. you manage to pull the small stump but he finishes the job and takes back the fruit. he digs more confident fingers into the skin, ripping it in jagged waves.
you watch, enamored by his hands and awaiting the relief the fruit will offer you. he looks at you more than he does what he’s doing, and when the tangerine’s flesh is bared he parts it in two, three, and one — guiding the singular sliver towards your mouth. there’s no hesitance in taking the slice between your lips and you smile when you momentarily taste his fingers.
they taste vaguely of the peel.
the warmth at his collar increases, but you can’t tell and he’s thankful.
“good?” he questions, tearing one away for himself. your reply is a satisfied hum and he’s looking at the way your lashes rattle when you close your eyes. he wonder how he can make you do it again. he understands your response when he has a taste himself.
he feeds you another slice after a small gesture from you asks for a repeat. a breeze rolls by and it’s a lovely feeling in the sultry afternoon. you watch his curls bounce with the push and you imagine they’re quite soft. you stare at him long and heavy on purpose, only averting your gaze down to look at the offering he’s bringing to your lips again.
this time you kiss his fingers, kindly and gratefully, and keep your eyes on him. his scalp prickles with a chill when he feels your tongue and he can’t stop himself from moving.
there’s no protest from you when he takes back his hand other than a pout, which he loves, but he wants to kiss you to get rid of it.
A pick-me-up sickfic for my dear @vashiane, because I’m predictable enough for people to know my writing patterns for now. Surprise! Feel better, cupcake.
Trust Ignis Scientia to be the one to adopt a literal six-second Internet video and make it sound nothing short of scolding. Or patronizing. One day words would function correctly and you’d be able to pick one like papers out of a fishbowl, but today was not that day. Couldn’t be, when your mind was a haze and you couldn’t breathe out of one side of your nose.
A pick-me-up sickfic for my dear @vashiane, because I’m predictable enough for people to know my writing patterns for now. Surprise! Feel better, cupcake.
Trust Ignis Scientia to be the one to adopt a literal six-second Internet video and make it sound nothing short of scolding. Or patronizing. One day words would function correctly and you’d be able to pick one like papers out of a fishbowl, but today was not that day. Couldn’t be, when your mind was a haze and you couldn’t breathe out of one side of your nose.
It was tragic enough that you could barely taste whatever you could manage—a handful of saltines, some ginger ale, a slice or two of buttered toast—but those were easier to stomach than the I-told-you-so, face-in-palm gesture he carried as he loomed over your bedside. And that was an easier pill to swallow than the disappointed, almost defeated sigh that he heaved as he took a seat and unscrewed the top of a Coleman-brand thermos container.
Trust Gladio to get only the best equipment.
“I suppose you should be lucky that a cold is all you’ve got, in the face of all those daemons. All this research of yours is going to get the better of you someday,” he murmured. You could barely hear it from under a mountain of blankets—which was already paradoxical, when your cheeks were burning and the rest of you felt nothing but chills—but at least it had the sense to sound concerned.
But you smiled, weakly sitting up and propped against pillows, and rasped, “You say that like it hasn’t already.”
You hadn’t admitted to anything, you concluded; you couldn’t be held accountable for anything when you were delirious. Or, as Prompto would probably call it, “down with the sickness.” You didn’t even know he knew that song, but in retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have been surprised.
Ignis fixed you with a quiet, steady look that he must have faced countless others with, a countless number of times. Eyes just barely narrowed, one thin brow raised, a flicker of a warning as he poured out just enough soup and extended the cup to you. It was the kind of look that suggested, advised rather than threatened, that your quips weren’t going to fly with him, or get you out of anything.
“Drink,” was all he said, and you had nothing in you to do the contrary. Not when he was watching you so pointedly, with all the silent conviction that told you he wasn’t budging until that cup was empty. Or at least until you took what he considered a few substantial sips.
If you could trust Ignis to turn a joke video in his favor, then you could certainly trust him to turn vegetables and chickatrice stock into something palatable. Something that didn’t reek of illness and bland remedy. (Maybe it was the celery. He always knew just the right amount to use—but then, how did he carry himself if not with the precision of Insomnia’s surgeons?)
The closest thing to a beam spread across his lips and reached all the way up to his eyes once you drank deeply enough for his liking, and he got to his feet, idly pacing the length of your room and tracing delicate fingers across worn spines of textbooks and leather-bound journals. “Sometimes I wonder about you and all this work you do,” he said, something particularly unnameable in his tone. Maybe it was concern. Maybe it was something that endeared him to you. It was hard to tell with Ignis, sometimes.
“You know I could say the same about you.” It was easier to talk now that some of the broth had soothed your throat, even with a noodle stuck underneath your tongue.
Ignis didn’t turn fully, only inclined his head just so, so that you could tell he was carrying a dialogue instead of letting your words careen down shoulder blades. “I’ll thank you to remember that one of us is obliged to carry out their duties.”
“Just because I don’t have royal orders doesn’t mean I don’t have to do this.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I’ve got it under control, Ignis.”
“Clearly not,” he spat, “but far be it from me to uphold an argument with the ill.”
You could have shot something back—something with the vitriol and color of far be it from you to let people be their own people, for once—but a cough stopped you before the words could make it to your lips, racked your body until you were doubled over and the contents of your cup threatened to spill over onto your comforter. Almost immediately, Ignis’s expression softened, and he turned on his heel, coaxing the cup from your hands and setting it beside the container as he took up a seat on the edge of your bed.
“Apologies,” he said, just loud enough to carry over to you and settle there. “Merely meant to say that your life has more potential than for you to chase after danger of this caliber.”
“I know,” you told him. “That’s all you ever mean.”
In the silence, Ignis reached forward to take one of your hands in both of his. You couldn’t tell which was more foreign: the comfort, or the feel of wearing leather and thumb tips against the spaces between your knuckles. The squeeze of his hands, or the way his lashes lowered in an uncharacteristic vulnerability that only ever seemed to come alive after a snap, in the presence of another more so than in a group. “I’m afraid I’ll never understand why you feel the need to go after all those monstrosities. Are the horrors of the world so appealing to you more than the beauties of it?”
A breath through the mouth wasn’t nearly enough to gather your thoughts in the moment, but it would have to do. “It’s just something I feel like I need to do. Is that really so hard for you to accept?” A pause. “I figured… that was something you’d be able to understand, of all people.”
It took Ignis a while to answer you, your hand still in his. As though, for once, he needed the time to speak so carefully, because the right thing to say at the right moment wasn’t coming to him on a whim. “Our paths are different, yours and mine. You said so yourself.” His pause seemed to match yours. “And yet I can’t help wondering if you’re of the opinion that your legacy may prove more meaningful than your existence.”
You didn’t say anything.
Ignis inhaled, soft but sharp; he didn’t seem to be gathering his own thoughts, but yours. “Ah,” was all he said at first, barely audible despite the space between you, despite how he still connected to you. You weren’t sure if it was something he was scolding you about, or something that resonated with him, in some recess he’d never shown you or anyone else. “I suppose convincing you otherwise is a lost cause.”
You coughed again, through clenched teeth and into your elbow. “Something like that.”
He only let go of you to pour you another cup of soup, hot where the dregs were an almost sickly lukewarm. “Nothing left but to pray it’s only temporary, then.”
You laughed, bitterly. “Good luck with that.”
In the silence that followed, broken only by your own labored breathing, Ignis shifted just a touch closer, thumbing over the wrinkle and the heat in your forehead like the touch was enough to draw the illness away. There was that smile again, barely there in every bit of his expression except for his eyes. “I think you’ll find that luck is something I’ve hardly ever needed.”
Yknow what? Iris would TOTALLY idolize Aranea. That’s the kind of woman Iris wanted to grow up into. A total badass who can handle anything. Once, Iris had the chance to pair up with Aranea for a hunt and she swears her heart had never beat as fast, she felt as if that moment was the peak of her life. Aranea finds Iris’ interest in her cute and sometimes will join her battles, just as she did with the bros. The expressions Iris makes when that happens are priceless. She’ll have dinner with Iris too, (Iris providing the meal of course), and tell her stories and give her advice.
Summary: Just a short fluffy drabble about morning routines with Pelna for @glaiveweek
The sunlight slipped through the crack in the curtains hanging over the window across the room. You shifted slightly, hoping to rid yourself of the bright interruption keeping you from your slumber. The slight movement caused the blanket to slip from your bare shoulders. You whimpered slightly and snuggled back against the man next to you. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt Pelna shifting to wrap his arms snugly around you.
“mmmm, I could stay like this all day,” he muttered softly against your neck.
You smiled as you turned over to face him. He looked even more handsome like this, his hair mused and his eyes still heavy with drowsiness. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, before nuzzling into his neck.
“We could get sick,” you suggested with a mischievous smirk.
Pelna chuckled as he rubbed gentle circles across your back.
“As nice as that might be, Luche would throw a fit. I don’t think either of us want to deal with his wrath this morning. He was still pretty hot yesterday over Tredd and Nyx covering his car in plastic wrap,” he said.
You sighed happily; mornings with Pelna were always like this. The two of you lying in each other’s arms, relishing in the warmth it brought. Since moving in together, this had become quite the norm. You would start your day, lounging together while you avoided getting up. Pelna would coax you up, and you would eat breakfast together before going to work. It was simple, but it was bliss. The more you enjoyed these mornings, the more you became convinced that you had found your hearth and home. You were stirred from your thoughts as Pelna sat up next to you. He leaned across, pressing kisses to your face and neck, before moving to get up.
“Time to get moving sweetheart,” he said with a smile.
You groaned, reaching for him. “Pelna,” you whined, please don’t go! We could stay and relax; besides Luche is always grumpy. He’ll get over it.”
He grinned, walking around to your side of the bed.
“Come on beautiful, won’t you get up for me? I could use someone to keep me warm in the shower,” he said as he gently pulled you up into a sitting position.
You reluctantly sat up, looking into his warm chocolate eyes.
“No fair Pelna! You’re using puppy dog eyes,” you whined.
He stuck his lip out in a feigned pout.
“Pretty please,” he asked.
You sighed and stretched before beginning to get up.
“Fine, but you owe me breakfast,” you said with a giggle.
He chuckled back before extending his hand to you.
“It would be my honor,” he said with his signature smile.
As you looked into his soft brown eyes, you knew for sure. This was your hearth and home, and you would fight a thousand more battles for mornings with Pelna.
Okay I got an ask about Headcanons with Crowe and bathing. I started responding the ask, saved it as draft because I moved from phone to computer and now the draft is gone. Sorry anon I hope you see that.
Tagging you folks: @lazarustrashpit @birdsandivory @jojopitcher @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy @kairakara101 @ladychocoberry @theyearofdiamonddogs @fromunseeliecourt - if I am forgetting someone please let me know. next on the list is Gladnis request.
Crowe bathing headcanons
It’s all SFW (I think) if you don’t count the fact Crowe is naked.
Crowe loves long baths. Best way to relax after a long day, not just for her body but also for her mind.
Whenever she has the time she likes to put the extra effort n her bath. Adding essential oils, foams, lighting candles around. She is not the most girly girl you have ever met, but when she wants to she can go all nine yards just make herself feel comfortable.
For the same reason she loves preparing baths for her partner. She would figure out what are their favourite smells, what aromas do they hate etc. and make sure she stocks on them for the next time her partner is around.
She loves also soaking in the bath with her partner, spending time chatting relaxing and eventually fooling around. After all what better foreplay than being in the bathtub with gorgeous woman like Crowe to make your imagination really work.
She doesn’t have such complicated ritual about showers. Since she spends good amount of time relaxing in the tub, at the end of the day a shower used just to clean herself.
Of curse when she cannot take a long bath (for example at the Glaive HQ or any other similar setting) she would try to spend as much time as possible under the hot water of the shower to compensate for the lack of tub.
Crowe has gorgeous hair (and she knows that) so she is very picky about the type of shampoos and hair masks she is using.
Anonymous asked: Hc about dates with aranea maybe?? Im too gay for her to function so honestly anything will suffice
Aranea is not one of those people who likes being out on dates with groups. She wants it to be you, her, and (maybe) a bottle of wine. If it was up to her, you guys would have everything to yourselves. She’s… a little antisocial
Other than that, Aranea will try just about anything once. You have a lot of choices when you go out!
She loves going to museums, even if you’ve both been 100 times. She encourages you to let loose and enjoy the children’s exhibits, because sometimes those are super interesting
(Plus you can get a picture of Aranea squeezed into a tiny chair, coloring a catoblepas bright red with a crayon. She’s so serious, and it’s adorable)
Aranea’s also super corny. If you wanna see her swoon, take her to the beach on a really hot day and have a picnic. If you get tired of the sand you can hit the boardwalk, or she’ll take you out to dinner in a nearby restaurant.
Be careful with this one though, because if a guy hits on you while you’re still in beachwear Aranea will beat him up
Really, any activity where Aranea gets to be with you and be entertained is amazing
No matter what you guys do, if you see somebody she knows it’s always really fun to see her pretend she doesn’t know them.
