#spheri

[runningmanoutofcontext]

Thank you for continuing to be a stellar blog and a goldmine of out of context humour ❤️ I appreciate you so much

Thank you!

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Can I join in the hugging Gladio train? Lemme snuggle the big man? Please?

@spheri honestly on fire with these. I think this is my fave one!!!! It’s so *chef’s kiss*

★★★★★

Gladiolus pulls open the door and even though you know he’s asked for the day off to spend time with you, you are still not quite prepared for him to be… shirtless.

It’s briskly cold outside and you push your way into the apartment, more from a need to be out of the wind than - you don’t know - perhaps playfully trying to see whether his nipples might harden with the gust of cold air?

He laughs softly as he reaches to unwind the scarf from your neck and then help you out of your coat, and you’re thawing already in the heat of his apartment as you kick off your shoes, but the best part is what comes next. His arms envelope you, a great big breathless crush of warmth and affection accompanied by the scent of citrus on his skin and the scratchy kiss of his beard against your cheek. A giggle escapes you and he picks you up easily, still wrapped in his embrace, carries you over to the couch to gently set you down and then wrap himself around you like a very large, contented cat.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, and strangely, you feel compelled to nod, even though you’d had lunch only about an hour ago. Something smelled… is he making cup noodles?

He has the decency to at least look a little embarrassed about it. “A man’s got needs. I can make you one too?”

[theframelines]

Spherical Space by LindaEdgecombPhotography

[cid9812759]

Could I request Jakob from Fates with A5? Thank you so much, your art is EPIC ❤❤❤

Thank you for requesting! It was fun to draw Jakob again

[lumicakes]

Hi! Thanks for the follow on my writing blog (earlgreybutler)! I'm so honoured that I'm being followed by someone as talented as you... I've admired your art for ages!

Thank you so much! That makes me happy to hear! And I remember reading your work first on ao3 and I enjoyed it so much! I came across your 2b9s fic first, but I was very surprised (and happy) that you wrote jokamu and still write for them as well! I’m not too active in the fe fandom anymore, but I still have a soft spot for jokamu and Jakob (I got that princess and butler hitched on every one of my files except for my m!Corrin one and regret nothing). But thank you so much for your awesome content for them!

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Hi Prompto! I just wanted to let you know that I love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. Your photography is amazing and you're talented at shooting in more ways than one and you're beautiful and you are definitely amazing and worth everything good that this world has to offer and I love you and here's a kiss and we are a badass couple and I love you and by my tits I will never let anyone hurt you because you are my sunshine. Here's a kiss my love! Let's kick ass! -Sting

Another perfect response from @spheri. TY for helping bby!!

★★★★★

He stumbles a little as you barrel into him, and you know you haven’t really smacked up against him all that hard, but he’s looking more and more breathless as you speak—

Oh. Oh, that’s actually five evers?

— and it starts at his ears, a brilliant scarlet that slowly spreads across his face, down his neck,

In more ways than one…! 

Until he is practically glowing, hot and stammering, visibly flustered as you continue to praise and by the time you’re swearing by your tits, he looks like he’s seconds from just fainting away in your arms. 

He’s not quite ready for your kiss, but his lips part after a moment of surprise, and he kisses back deeply, warm like the ray of sunshine you know he is, nervously frantic, a little too rough, a little too wet. 

“Ass,” he says the moment you part. “I-I mean, kicking. The ass.” His mind is gone, vanished somewhere with the rest of his wits as one chases the other away with the sound of your giggle. “I love your tits too—” He’s horrified now. His mouth can’t seem to stop. “I mean! You! By your tits!” Your affectionate laughter is halted only with another adoring, sloppy kiss, an activity much preferable to him than trying to talk his way out of this other mess.

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

I give the whole Chocobro squad a bigass hug because FFXV fucked with my feels.

Big thanks to @spheri who wrote this perfect response <3 This is post timeskip!

★★★★★

It is Gladiolus who spreads his arm in response, welcoming you into his embrace, tight and warm. With your ear against his chest, you can hear the throb of his aching heart as you cling to him, sigh as he does, and for a moment, you breathe as one, your sorrow binding you, your love for your king resonating like a note in the silence, a moment of the deepest kind of understanding.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, releasing you at last, and you step back to see him smile.”And happy Valentine’s Day.”

You salute them for their service, and the three of them return the gesture. Almost hesitant, you reach up to gently brush away a solitary tear from his face before turning as one, back towards the memorial, to remember on this day, the young king whose love for this world saved you all. 

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Nyyyyyyyyx happy Valentine's day! I'll cook for you, I got a good recipe I know you'll like.

@spheri is helping me with all the FFXV requests because she’s perfect AAAAA

★★★★★

“It smells amazing,” Nyx exclaims as he steps into the kitchen, pulling off his hood and inhaling deeply the smells emanating from the various pots and pans you have going on the stove. The oven is on as well, the steady and soothing tick tick of the timer barely heard over the soft music that has been keeping you company while you busily stirred, flipped, checked, fried.

He wanders over to casually wrap his arms around your waist, bending a little to rest his head in the nook of your neck and shoulder as you gently continue to stir your sauce, and it feels like he’s absorbing some of the fatigue from all of the hard work you’ve poured into this meal - you can’t wait for him to try it and it fuels you a little more, rejuvenates a little of your energy to keep going, to get the thickness just right and the crispness on the edge of that perfect.

Likewise, he seems to be refreshed from the proximity, almost as though you’ve managed to help him shed the burden and exhaustion from the mission he’s just returned from, the two of you standing in the comforting warmth of proximity, until he reaches over to dip the tip of his finger into the spoon in your hand and pops it into his mouth.

“Yum,” he comments and grins, even as you shrug him off with a laugh and flick your hand towel at him, chiding him gently for not even fearing the possibility of burns. He responds with a cheeky wink, flicking back a small burst of embers in the shape of a heart, and that’s enough to make you chase him out of the kitchen, so that you can finish cooking in peace.