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~REQUESTS ARE CLOSED~ When will they reopen? When I get caught up on all of my other projects. Super backed up with requests, zines,and personal life, but I'm trying! Profile by the amazing Aly Komorebi! If you like what I do, follow the blog! Giveaways happen with each 100 followers! Mostly posting about FFXV, but dabbling in anything. I'll write fanfics or HCs! For what I'll write and general info about me, visit my FAQ page!
I wish I could tell the younger version of me that it would be ok. She was a young girl with so much love in her heart that she took care of every batch of barn kittens with blankets and food and care, even if their lives were cut short by nature’s seemingly cruel fate. Every kitten was named and each passing was mourned. I never felt like what I did for the little ones mattered.
Today I get to watch six barn kittens grow up in a sheltered enclosure I built and I feed their mama canned cat food, treats, and cuddle them. I even got them all toys! All of them have homes waiting for them.
Fate isn’t cruel nor loving, it just…is. People get the wonderful opportunity to be loving, though.
I’m proud of the love in my heart. Its weathered so much to grow to what it is today, and even if it’s as small as a kitten, it still matters.
A simple fic I wrote awhile back and left in my drafts. It’s written in bullet points as I’m not going to put much more work into it and it feels more like a dream.
You’ve been kidnapped by by Lucio.
Muriel doesn’t know how he could have let it happen,
But now he fights his fear and sadness to get you back.
He runs through the red market,
The stalls run by shadows,
Weaving through the maze until he finally comes upon the ladder.
Once above, a blurry crowd erupts into cheers.
Lucio’s laugh booms above them all,
But the only thing Muriel can see is your body in the middle of the ground.
He rushes forward
Desperate to feel you
To know if you are…
In his arms he can feel your warmth,
You breathe slowly, as though in a deep sleep.
But it is all unnatural.
The crowd clamors around him.
“Please, wake up…”
His pleas only rise to whispers.
But you don’t.
A voice rings through the old stone.
“This IS the end, Scourge.”
The main door slams closed.
Four smaller gates open around the arena,
Four chimeras come out.
Muriel’s heart aches,
They were once great and gentle beasts,
Now, they’re abominations.
But he doesn’t have time to worry about them,
As each has its eyes trained on the pair of you.
Muriel knows he will fight,
He has to protect you.
He is back in his gladiator attire.
In a flurry of movement Muriel picks you up and sprints for the edge of the arena,
He moves your body against one of the walls and sets you down.
Standing over you to protect you.
He fights his hardest against the four beasts.
Knocking them out, trying not to hurt them too badly.
Holding one’s jaws open as it tries to bite down upon him.
After an eternity of struggle,
He breathes heavily as the fourth falls.
He turns back to you,
Pleading for you to come back to him,
But it is not over.
Four more beasts emerge from the gates of the arena.
He takes the offensive, knocking one out by surprise,
Picking it up and throwing it into another.
His rage fuels him, taking over all that he knows.
The third beast dashes over to protect its mate.
His rage crashes to a halt,
Turning ice cold.
Muriel raises his hands, understanding all too well its feelings.
A companion in fear.
He turns around to check on his own mate,
But Muriel has strayed farther from you than he thought.
The last chimera has taken advantage of this.
Approaching you with a vicious hunger.
Muriel jumps ahead of it,
Shielding you with his body.
The beast unleashes its fury upon him,
Tearing at his back.
His blood drips down to the sand.
But the pain is tolerable,
For Muriel won’t let you go.
This wretched place has taken so much from him, but it shall not take you.
As the former gladiator thinks this will be the rest of his life,
Your eyes flutter open.
You see this great man huddled over you,
Smiling warmly while covered in blood.
You are overcome by panic seeing him like this.
You lash out with your magic at the attacking Chimera.
Sending a whip of brightly colored magic towards it.
The beast is stunned for a moment, before looking confused.
The arena falls silent.
The beast turns and runs, heading straight for the locked gates.
It attacks the gates with frantic fury.
The pair of mates joins in the attack on the gate.
The old wood is no match for their claws,
And they break it free,
Before eight bundles of fur and scales take off into the darkness beyond.
Muriel collapses onto you.
Your cool magic washes over his back, trying to heal him as best as you can.
But you’re in pain as well,
Each of you frets over the other.
“What’d you do to them?”
“It was an empathy spell. I made the beast feel what I did. That I wanted to protect you and free us…”
Muriel’s eyes flutter open. Light is starting to wander through the shack’s windows. You still sleep soundly next to him. It was all a dream.
He leans over to kiss you on your cheek. “Thank you.”
I’ve been gone for quite some time but I’ve also fallen into the COD pit as so many other people have. And have been thinking about it nonstop.
So…the other day your Taro had to go saddle up her horse to help the neighbor get her own horses back in. I haven’t ridden in LITERAL YEARS and it was damn cold out. I love my horse with all of my heart but she’s a petty old bitch and now will not come to me for anything less than one entire bucket of sweet feed. I can’t say I blame her.
That being said, here are my thoughts on whether the boys can ride or what teaching them would be like.
Ghost
No.
Absolutely not.
Who wants to get on the back of a large creature and trust their life to it?
If he even could…the man would be too big for many quarter horses.
Can learn to have a decent friendship with them, though.
Draft horses are way more his speed for multiple reasons.
Themanisadrafthorse...
They're basically big dogs with attitude.
Stands leaning on the fence, with a horse at his shoulder,
Judging everyone with the beast while feeding it carrots.
Soap
He wants to learn to,
Very energetic about it.
Wants to feed the horses all of the treats.
His form sucks.
And he’ll complain of pain for DAYS!
But he just wants to cuddle all the horses.
Likes horse kisses lol.
Gaz
Rode as a kid with other kids at a saddle club.
But has no backbone with the horse.
He’ll get the little shit who KNOWS they can throw him.
Once everyone has their back turned,
That pony will have him on the ground in the blink of an eye,
Then play innocent.
Love/hate relationship between the two.
But they get the job done when there is a job.
Price
Can ride.
Doesn’t see a point in it most of the time.
Knows to pick the older horse.
Likely prefers mares.
Also not willing to let them get the better of him.
But will still be gentle.
Let’s the horse buck and run and hangs on tight.
Afterwards: “You done yet?!”
Treats the sweethearts like literal queens.
All the praise you wish you had.
Sits on the horse with better form then you may think,
Just doesn’t do it often.
Rudy
This man isn’t showy around horses,
But he knows his shit.
Has his soul horse as the girlies would say.
He has raised this horse since it was born.
Glides effortlessly over the fields.
It’s really quite beautiful to watch.
The kind of thing movies are based on.
Treats all the horses well and lets them be.
Likes to whisper praise to them.
Now here’s the fun part
Alejandro
Still has his family’s ranch.
Has ridden since he was little.
Was riding horses before bikes.
Has a couple stallions he’s broken.
Likes the wild, barely broke ones.
Knows the sheer power and beauty in a herd of horses.
Will stand at the fence just to watch them.
Knows all the surrounding family ranches,
Including Rudy’s family ranch.
He has a firm but kind hand.
Willing to hang on when the tantrum hits,
Yelling with laughter the whole time.
But also has his old mare that he treats just as well as his mama.
That old girl can do the work without a rider.
The one he puts all of his nieces and nephews on.
The cuss words for the shithead horses is on a whole other level.
It’s really quite impressive.
Wears his favorite boots when not on patrol
And has the wranglers broke in just perfect.
Got the unit’s nickname because he is a vaquero.
His ideal date would be to get his date on one of the horses and show them the ranch.
Graves
Now this boy is a dude rancher.
He doesn’t know shit.
Grew up in town in the south
But only rode horses at birthday parties.
He likely owns some big ranch in the mountains
And pays some guy who says he has all sorts of degrees and certificates to break his horses.
Way too rough with them.
Has wranglers and alligator leather boots
But neither is actually broken in.
Pays people to feed for him
Because ew…hay gets everywhere.
And every horse on the property is registered.
Wealthy “rancher” who pays a people to live there and actually take care of everything,
But shows up every so often to pretend he runs things.
Buys up all the surrounding ranches instead of helping them.
Everything screams fake…but pretty.
Thinks his ideal date is the same as Alejandro’s, but Graves would complain the whole ride and doesn’t know his land for shit.
*NOTICE* I don’t want to talk horses, I don’t want your opinions on horses, I don’t want your opinion on training horses, and I don’t want your opinion on ranching. I know “horse people” and, no offense, I want none of it. I love my horses and I love their mischievousness. I haven ‘t ranched in years, I just went out to help with an emergency. I got the idea for this when I had to explain everything to my spouse. This is just for fun.
I owe you an apology. I’ve been so obsessed for so long… I couldn’t see anything else. You offered me a place on your crew, friendship, and I used you to get to Chaney.
You owe me nothing, I know, but I’m… I’m begging your forgiveness.
I know this is a comatose blog, but I feel like I owe my followers, especially some of my most loyal ones, an explanation of what happened.
It’s been what...3 years since I was truly active? Gosh that’s been a long time. Here’s an explanation of why I left, what’s happened since, and the future.
Why I Left
It sounds cliché, but life got ahead of me, mostly my work swallowed me whole. Why is that?
Well, your Taro is a lawyer. I’m not your lawyer and I will not give you legal advice.
I started writing after I got my degree and started clerking. I was writing on slow days as a way to keep my writing sharp for the judge. After my state cut that position and buying our first house fell through, I moved on to working on immigration law.
But that boss was a prick.
That’s when an amazing man contacted me through my old boss and said that he had an opportunity for me to help make the world a better place.
Since then, I’ve been a public defender.
I love my job, I love my clients, but...it’s a tough job for various reasons I’m sure you can imagine. Needless to say, I typically become brain dead when I get home. This job has left me little left to explore my creative side and even less of me left to take care of myself.
But I’m trying to work on that.
I’m not leaving my work, just trying to do better.
What’s Happened?
I’m still happily married to my soul mate :). We moved back by my parents and they’re so happy to have us.
We built our own house at the beginning of COVID. We started construction just before the lockdown and managed to cash in on low interest but had down payments paid just before prices increased. I’m thankful everyday we have our own home knowing full well if we had been even a month later, none of this would have been possible.
I lost the last of my grandparents. This hurt so bad and left me in a very dark place for a long time. I had to wrestle with my love for them but also my fear. They were toxic, wicked people that I knew would turn on me at some point, even if they never got the chance to.
After that, I sought professional help and we got another dog. She’s a 6 year old husky and I think she’s smarter than me lol.
Thanks to that professional help, I was diagnosed with ADHD. Yes, I hyper fixated on writing all those years ago so no big surprise there. I also got hormonal help and, for the first time in my life, I feel real RAGE. Not frustration, but rage. I never truly felt anger before. It’s sometimes tough to control but it’s nice. As they say, the anger you feel at being treated poorly is that part of you who still loves yourself standing up for what’s right.
I think I’ve dramatically matured over the past few years. I’ve become more aggressive in defending others and myself, but I also try my best to stay kind and forgiving. It’s really not been a road I’ve traveled but a roller coaster I chose to get on but can’t control.
I thought about this blog and all of my followers and friends all the time. I had so much guilt built up over not posting but fearing the expectation of having to resume posting if I came back. I just didn’t know if I could do it all.
The Future
That is why I say this to you with every ounce of love in my heart: Screw any expectations you may have of me, lol. I don’t expect you have expectations, but I’m telling myself that even if you do, I don’t have to follow them. I’m aggressively giving myself permission.
I do have some stories in my drafts and in my head that I want to put out to the world. Someday, once all of my debts are paid and I can live comfortably, I want to get back to writing full time. My dream is to put my own book out there for the world.
For now, I think I’m going to put stories out into the world as I’m able. I don’t know how often it will be, perhaps once a year? Perhaps once a week? I also don’t know what the subject or fandom will be. This time, I’m discovering the path as I go with no destination in mind.
I am here, I look at all of my notifications, and I miss all of you. I hope you find pleasure in my writing.
In closing, I love you all and hope you can find peace in all I can give you.
I know requests are super backed up so pardon me for adding to it haha, but I can’t help being curious about the Bro’s reactions to seeing their s/o naked for the first time? Like maybe it’s even an accident and they walk in on them changing or something but how do they react to finally getting to all All That?
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Noctis: Stutters an apology before slowly backing out of the room, but he secretly remembers every detail.
Prompto: Turns tomato red and stands frozen in time for what feels like an eternity, stunned, before screaming and slamming the door in his own face. Kicks himself for not remembering more details later.
Ignis: “Pardon...ME!” and he slams the door, but remembers every detail, every curve, every dimple, for...future reference.
Gladio: Checks you out before plastering a carnal grin on his face. “Well...if we’re here…”
Chocobros with a gf who knows how to snowboard like a pro pwease
You know, although I’ve always lived in places that are really into winter sports, I’ve never been snowboarding before. I’ve gone skiing twice and thought it was fun, but whoooboy that’s expensive! But it’s a universal fact that snowboarding just looks freaking awesome!
Hiya! First: YAY ON ALL YOUR THINGS and second: can I request Prompto with a long distance s/o? Like maybe what he does if they come to visit for the weekend and they haven’t seen each other in a few months (maybe Bc work or they go to school far away or something) and also when they’re leaving again how does he react? Thanks a bunch!! ❤️
Heya! Yes, I realize it’s been awhile, but I’m hoping I can post something for everyone today! This ask hits close to home because my spouse and I did long distance for two years when we did grad school in different states. I DESPISE long distance relationships, but I have a lot of experience with it.
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You’re going to be lonely, but you’re never alone…
You tried to reassure Prompto when you left, but the words felt hollow compared to the pain in his heart and the anxiety at trying to handle everything by himself.
When you’re together on breaks, everything feels right.
You click back together like puzzle pieces.
When you do come for a visit, you are inseparable!
When you finally do get out of bed, you rarely go out.
You’ll order in, watch B rated horror films all day,
And just laze around in your pajamas while tangled up in each other.
If you do go out, it’s to go to your favorite restaurant and the arcade.
Everything feels so...perfect.
But every time you leave,
He’s filled with that terrible anxiety again.
What if you meet someone new? Someone better?
What if he can’t do this?
What if you can’t?
You call each other every night where you talk for hours,
Sometimes falling asleep on the phone.
Where you wake up later to his little snores.
Other times you speak very little because you do have such separate lives,
Each going a million miles an hour…
Prompto being so busy with “royal stuff” and you with your schoolwork.
Sometimes you get mad about the smallest of things,
One time he got mad at you for not waiting to open a care package until he was on the phone.
It felt trivial later,
But at that moment, it meant so much.
He just wanted to see you smile at the small gifts.
Each day brings new challenges,
But he keeps telling himself that it won’t last forever,
You’ll be together again soon.
For now, you have each other’s voice,
And he’d rather have just your voice than all of anyone else.
