#kingsarma

[guradieta]

when you want to see your twin's blog but you make the Typo and it turns out your twin is Nasty In The Bed @kingsarma

[guradieta]

@kingsarma or make it a new nsfw tag for your Not Safe Content

[sukientiia]

"Is it really a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake, bitch?"

     -- “You’ve watched me bake them enough. Next time anyone wants dessert, you make the cake and tell me how easy it is, hmm?”

[guradieta]

“ Loser !!! ” Gladio smirked as he pushed his twin brother right into his back, making him stumble in his walking and even possibly fall, had been his balance just slightly less good than how it actually was. Titus had just got off his surveillance shift and was most likely to be heading home because he was too tired to do anything else--- or at least that was what Gladio had assumed. Insomnia nights though were so full of chances it seemed a bit of a waste to the elder twin just returning home before everyone would wake up for the next morning.

“ Come on ! Just let’s hit Cup Noodles Café before home, you’ll see it is the best medicine for a worn body. Oh, please bro, you can’t deny me that, I’ve got your back yesterday with dad ! ”

@kingsarma || starter call.

[sukientiia]

Gladio + Cup Noodles ship.

[[ if you ever want to be horrified, read THIS FIC.

Summary: Gladiolus couldn't contain himself around his beloved, so he decides to hide away to do his dirty work. (pairing: gladio/noodles).

If you’ve ever seen the first American Pie... yeah. ]]

[sukientiia]

@kingsarma liked the starter call.

     -- “Gladio...” Ignis chuckled as he approached his lover, arms sliding around Gladio’s waist, body pressing flush against his back. “You should have woken me if you couldn’t sleep. I wouldn’t have minded keeping you company.” It wasn’t as if he was unaccustomed to early mornings, after all.

[arachnexdragoon]

"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing?"

Supernatural starters

Men. Aranea did roll her eyes even though Gladiolus couldn’t see, too busy admiring the giant creature ahead of them - a behemoth so huge it seemed to be one of the legendary behemoth kings, as the hunters called it. Perhaps as the big guy he was, Gladiolus could somehow relate to the chaos the animal was inflicting around the old Lucian tomb and nearby outposts so effortlessly.

Well, he did carry that greatsword of his like it weighted nothing - but Aranea wasn’t an easy girl to impress in that department. She had one hell of a heavy magitek lance to work and she did it without breaking a sweat.

“Listen, I get you may be having a moment there…” she said with a mildly annoyed sigh at the end, cut short by a treacherous swipe of the behemoth’s tail - she jumped and landed on top of a destroyed wall, calculating where to land the next hit, “But I thought you hunted these fuckers for the perfect noodles or something.”

That seemed to do the trick - Gladiolus switched into full battle mode and charged against the beast, striking first and definitively hurting it. Aranea smirked and fixed her helmet - well, that had been easy. Too long without cup noodles in a world of ruin and the mention of his favorite food now had turned the Shield into a man with a mission.

“Changed my mind!”

Their dinner would be awesome that night.