...there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.Gladiolus AmicitiaThe Prince King's Shield penned by red.
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gotta love that every time i get back into rping something has changed bc tumblr is the most dysfunctional website ever.
anyway here’s cloudy boy <3
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......... yo.
lol so uh idek who all will remember me but it's me, red. it's been a real hot minute since I was around but I missed this place a whole lot so I guess I'm back. now y'all gotta deal with me again
ngl I'm not totally sure how active gladio is gonna be on tumblr, but I definitely want to do stuff on disco/rd with him. so if we used to rp and you remember me hmu and we can jump back into stuff
but also. I'm WEAK and all the ffviir stuff has made me WEAKER. so I'm dusting off the old cloud muse and finally giving him a proper tumblr to do stuff with. so I guess this is your warning that he's coming and to prepare yourselves?
but ya. k. luv u. can't wait to bug you all again
#I'm almost 30 you'd think I'd stop being am awkward fuck by now#but nooooo#never#anyway hi love me pls#and yes I'm on mobile so formatting is just not being nice
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hello everyone, my name is miri & i’m a new aerith gainsborough roleplayer! i’m looking for roleplay partners to squeal with, fangirl with & generally build some lasting friendships! if you’re interested, please like/reblog this and i’ll come check your blog out. (✿◠‿◠) ~ ♡
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cookignis:
continued from [x] @kingshixld
After managing to distract the two with a stop at the downtown arcade, Ignis returns back to Noctis’ apartment. Though he doesn’t quite understand their reasoning behind it, he quickly saw through their excuse of buying educational material; especially when it simply seemed more like a typical outing. Ignis has a schedule to keep and with the brown paper bag in one arm, he used his free hand to open the door.
Instantly, he’s assaulted by the acrid scent of burnt ingredients. ‘Oh Astrals, did Noct leave the stove on again?!’ Nose scrunching, Ignis quickly makes his way towards the kitchen to find his comrade preparing… is that pasta? Before words could leave him, chaos unfolds, sending smears of red across the cabinets and floor. He feels a headache drumming behind his eyes.
Not supposed to be here? And in that moment, Ignis is able to connect the dots; realization dawning upon his face. But what is the occasion? Never mind, he has more pressing matters at hand.
“Yes, so it seems.” Discerning gaze takes in the mess of a kitchen (he just cleaned it the entire apartment last night) as a sigh spills forth, mirroring Gladiolus’.
Placing the bag of groceries and his briefcase down on an unsoiled area of the room, Ignis quickly grabs for the nearest apron. Just how much food was wasted in the hours that he was gone? There’s a mental note to take inventory of the kitchen once they are done.
“Let us first begin with cleaning this up. And you can explain yourself while we do, Gladio.” Rag and heavy duty, all-purpose cleaner in hand, Ignis begins the arduous task of re-cleaning the kitchen.
Once Ignis was done assessing the damage to his apartment, Gladio was finally able to let out the breath he’d been holding. Ignis clearly wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t pissed enough to kick Gladio out, so that was a good sign. As soon as he realized just what Ignis was doing, though, he ran over and grabbed his arm.
“Whoa, whoa, no!” Gladio crossed his arms and leveled Ignis with a stern look, which was heavily dampened by the fact he was covered in his failed cooking attempts. “I’ll clean up my mess. You can start cooking... since clearly anything I try will just lead to more of this.”
After a moment, to make sure his point got across, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Immediately, he regretted the action as it just spread the sauce through more of his hair. Gladio looked at his hand in disgusted before holding it out for the cleaning supplies Ignis held. He’d already resigned himself to the fate of cleaning for the rest of his life.
“I was trying to surprise with you dinner.” Gladio said with a bit of a grumble. “You cook for the rest of us often enough I figured it was damn time to return the favor. Iris gave me the recipe.”
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petalwind:
Well, that was easier than she expected.
“That way,” she pointed, letting her arm loop around his offered one, which was more impressively sized up close, as she’d suspected. (She had an eye for these things.) “Gladio, huh? Mine’s not half so interesting. It’s Aerith, but you can call me whatever you like. I have lots of names around here. Some aren’t very nice,” she whispered aside. “But I don’t mind it. I expect people are prone to be a little mean when they don’t understand or like something very much. What do you think?”
Gladio nodded and took off in the direction she pointed, making sure to keep his strides slow enough that he wouldn’t accidentally end up dragging her. “You serious?” Gladio asked incredulously. “You're way too sweet for someone to call you anything mean.” But not only was she kind, she was understanding too. Aerith was reminding him a whole lot of another small person he was fond of. “I think you’re right, but it’s still stupid as hell.” He paused, wondering briefly if it’d be okay to push the subject before deciding to do it regardless. If she didn’t want to answer then that would be that. “You seem pretty normal to me. What is it they’re not gettin’ about you?”
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//alright sO IM HERE I just have the shittiest wifi ever on a very battered laptop. so this’ll be loads of fun.
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“Both of you, STOP.”
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This is what I canted to see happen after this.
The fact that he looks to the others.
Ugh.
#its like the game kept convienently forgetting that gladio was protective of ALL of them#or that you know#they all loved prompto#bc no homo right? gotta keep that shit Straight TM#ugh#╚ OOC ╝
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I can't remember if I sent one or not. PRETTY sure I did but here's another anyway. 💭 .... and one for good measure. 💭 B)
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This fuckin’ kid thinks he can waltz in here like he owns the place. A damn Niff prince has nothin’ here! Can’t wait until Irie’s gone and I can teach this punk a lesson in manners. If I beat his ass well enough he might scurry back home like the coward I bet he is.
(A few years later...)
Just a few more miles and we’ll be in Niff terf. It’s been too damn long, but I’ll still recognize him right? Hard not to with that scar covering his whole face. But will he know it’s me? Will he even care?
Damn, I liked it better when I just hated his guts. Way easier than this complicated shitfest.
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Gimme yo thoughts 💭
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Is he doing that on purpose? There’s no way he’s not. You don’t press up against something this much during a regular fight. The hell is his game? Is he just tryin’ to get a rise outta... me...
Oh.
If that’s his play, well alright then. Game on.
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Can we really trust this guy? It’s almost too convenient, but damn do we need the help. He’s got the charm, he knows exactly what to say. Fuckin’ way too good of timing... it’s like he knows what we’re going to do even before we do.
But he’s got a real sweet hat. He can’t be ALL that bad.
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// so when I revamped I deleted all my inboxes messages 68 of them wow
but there was one I kept

because I love angst too much to pass this glorious opportunity up
#ive been thinking it over#to make sure its both accurate and causes maximum pain#i dont even know who sent it because its been sitting there for like 8 months lmao#╚ OOC ╝
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@yeahinmyhead replied to your post: Oh. My. God.
Cloot Snoot don’t even
@hyperionknight replied to your post: : *LAUGHS FOREVER AND EVER* Listen, that’s probably the ONLY time I will mention the butter ever but I had to. HAD TO.
you didn’t HAVE to do anything you brat
“probably” fml
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(drunk!noct) Glado. G-Gladiooo. My big strong shield. You've always been my favorite. So Can I touch it? I really wanna touch it so bad, I bet it's biiig like you are. Heh, hung like Titan!
“You started out strong and then...” Instead of even trying to find a word for it, Gladio simply blew a raspberry. “It’s obviously not as big as a Titan, do you see how tight my jeans are?”
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—AERITH GAINSBOROUGH
of FFVII
ind / sel / priv / multiverse / multiship / 18+
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Unpopular opinion: Gladio was right to call Noct out on the train
His entire job is to make sure Noct does his kingly duty? He inspires Noct to be a better person? Okay so he shouldn’t have shoved Prompto but Ignis shoves Prompto multiple times in the car when he gets in his face, and no one gets angry at Ignis for that, so… yeah.
I get that Noct was grieving but Gladio’s not his mother, he’s his Shield, and sometimes he has to protect Noct from his own navel gazing.
#╚ OOC ╝#YES#all of this#gladio did what was correct as the shield but shitty as a friend#and it was understandable because he's human and suffering and shoved it all down too much#and that's just their relationship#but taken to a bad extreme because of emotions
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Send “💭” For A Thought My Muse Had of Yours!
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