#final fantasy xvi imagines

[breathinginyoursmoke]

The Look of Love (ft. The Rosfield brothers)

"The eyes, chico. They never lie."

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Clive's gaze could swallow one whole. It's far from timid, yet, at an instant, it's intensity could be yanked as he swiftly pulls his eyes of you. He is a man who is able to control himself, hide in his own thoughts and memories. If complete isolation was the only solution to this problem, he would contemplate it. He's not a naive fool, he knows others could possibly notice the look in his eye whenever it wonders to you voice, to your figure, with absolute passion. You create storms in his heart. It fights with the realistic voice in his head who is screaming to put a stop to this foolishness.

One day, if he finally finds the strength to smite these growing flames, he will. For now, perhaps he's allowed to indulge this once, and find your own gaze.

Joshua's gaze could warm you even on the coldest nights. An almost boyish-like look that appears innocent enough to make even the sturdiest of walls crumble. He finds out a hint of your past, commenting on anything he finds interesting, asking...pondering. He worms his way into your brain and heart with the simplest of words, disguising them as trivial small talk. This isn't malicious, not in the slightest. He's simply aware of how closed off some people in this world are, knows the troubles. It may not look it, but the man's heart is fleeing with joy at the chance to converse with you, his eyes are practically sparkling.

Anyone, especially his elder brother, could tell he's most definitely embraced the arms of love, and wants to spread it to the one who has stolen his heart.

[aethersflood]

-- "It's plain she cares for you very deeply." -- "And I her. Which is why I had to let her go."

[dunderella]

the waloeders

(available as stickers in my shop!)

[cimikat]

PhoenixFlare Week Day 2: Wings

[kayayeteae]

Cid: *resting one hand on top of Isabelle’s shoulder* you really turned this whore house into a whore home.

[tharmrgirl]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐫

Years passed and Barnabas, strengthened by the wisdom and power of Odin, traveled the land and won the favor of various tribes and peoples. His reputation as a wise and brave leader spread far and wide, and the people began to regard him as a hero and protector.

One night, Barnabas and his loyal followers stormed the mighty Veldemarke, a fortress once ruled by tyrannical rulers. In a daring and bloody battle, he defeated the guards and conquered the fortress to make it his own.

After the conquest of Veldemarke, Barnabas founded the city of Waloed, which became a center of trade, knowledge and peace in the region. His people revered him as their courageous leader, who fought for a better future out of the grief and pain of his past.

,,Long life Waloed and King Barnabas tharmr"

[skyelvl1]

Clive Rosfield: I think I should comb my hair.

Everyone who is attracted to him: no. don't. don't you do that, my sweet shaggy wet dog of a man.

[solisa]

𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐞𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐚  𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚  𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫.     night  was  settling  into  the  dusk,      and  her  heart  stirred  with  unease.     she  beckoned  the  light  to  her  palm  holding  a  crystal  for  her  own  safety.     she  needed  the  act  to  be  believable  in  these  lands.     there  did  not  seem  to  be  any  life  stirring  beyond  the  shore  at  the  moment,      but  the  quiet  did  not  set  as  steady  as  it  felt.     𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧  𝐨𝐟  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝.     ❛  and  they  said  waloed  didn’t  come  to  greet  their  wary  travelers.     ❜  she  said  sarcastically  and  groaned.     she  had  heard  many  tales  of  the  beast  men  and  how  they  cooked  their  victims  alive  so  that  they  could  savor  their  screams  as  they  passed  into  death.    𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚  𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐚  𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐨𝐞.   

they  would  not  be  reasoned  with,      so  she  did  not  try.     they  clearly  lacked  intelligence.     alina  carefully  placed  her  crystal  into  her  satchel—it  would  only  be  in  the  way.     as  the  orcs  rushed  forward—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝’𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲.     the  rush  of  adrenaline  pumping  through  her  as  she  felt  the  light  surge  in  her—sapping  what  was  left  of  the  sun  as  it  sank  into  the  earth  and  bringing  it  into  the  night.     𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧  around  her  as  she  thought  to  relax  for  a  breath.   

they  must  have  come  for  the  orcs.     she  thought  as  they  circled  around  her.      𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,      ❛  please…  i  mean  you  no  harm.     ❜  she  muttered,      looking  to  their  eyes  for  acknowledgement  that  they  understood  her  tongue.     she  raised  her  hands  in  defense  and  she  was  fettered  before  taken  away  to  the  castle  that  loomed  in  the  distance  of  the  shore.   𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧  𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.     barnamas  tharmr.     she  knew  him  only  in  name.      she  stood  still  with  her  hands  confined  to  her  back.    𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐟  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐚  𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚.    the  crystal  fetters  they  placed  on  her  wrist  did  not  stop  her  power.   

when  the  king’s  eyes  fell  to  her  she  saw  awe  growing.     this  feeling  that  he  gave  felt  familiar.      𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.    she  wondered  what  might  have  passed  through  his  mind  when  looking  over  her  for  a  miracle  to  occur.   ❛  i’ve  heard  a  lot  about  your  kingdom.   .     but  nothing  could  prepare  me  for  how  poorly  you  treat  your  guests.     ❜   𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,      ❛  i  have  an  unbearable  itch…  and  i  would  rather  handle  that  myself  if  it  pleases  you.     ❜  / @ashwarden

[lyssala]

“My lord, my lady,” the tutor cleared his throat, making both Jill and Clive sit up straight, the inches suddenly growing between them again. “Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” Jill said with a slight nod of her head.

“Allergies,” Clive supplied, though Jill didn't seem to think he was helping because Joshua saw the way Clive jerked slightly, the result of Jill probably nudging him from under the table. “It is a little dusty in here don't you think, Joshua?” Clive winked at him.

“Oh yes, it is rather dusty, I think,” Joshua agreed quickly.

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A collection of one shots to tell the stories in-between canon; the ones hinted at and alluded to but never quite giving the whole story. Of memories that were mentioned briefly while reminiscing, of quiet moments left unseen, of how a relationship can go from two kids with crushes to two adults in love.

Each chapter takes place at a different point in canon; all chapter notes contain the time frame upfront to help those who are still avoiding spoilers.

[poppydedicant]

𝑶𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔,

𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆'𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒉𝒐𝒘

𝑺𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖...

'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐.

( art: c , lyrics: c )

[torgawl]

the more we discover about dion's father and anabella the more i'm happy dion impaled the shit out of that motherfucker and the more frustrated i become anabella got an easy death by killing herself. not that i expected clive or joshua to do anything because i don't think they're those types of people but it would have been satisfying to me

[aeniqmata]

look at me. you're going to be fine. || patching up wounds || @cidolfvs

The whole mission did not go according to plan. There were not supposed to be that many guards there, nor were there supposed to be wyverns or drakes of any kind here. It was a lodging for Bearers, sold and just awaiting their new masters' arrival before they head to the next hell that awaited them. But when he and Gav arrived at the stronghold... to say that hell broke loose would be an understatement.

Most of every guard was dead, Clive had seen to as much, and had left Gav to find the Bearers. Or so he'd thought, until he heard the other man's cry for assistance. No time was wasted sprinting through corridors following the sound of ringing steel, arriving just in time to interfere with what would have been a death stroke for their scout.

It was however a death toll for his armor, the strength behind the blow cutting clean through his pauldron and digging far enough into his arm to earn a hiss and a retaliatory blast of fire. It hurt, and he could hear Gav fussing over him now that there was no immediate danger.

" 's fine, Gav. " They had more immediate problems. Such as why there were so many Imperial soldiers here. That wasn't to mention the fact that... " There are no Bearers here. Were they already moved, or were we fed bad information? " Clive was more speaking to himself than he was to Gav. He knew the fair-haired man would double check all the information he got. Which meant that all of it was sound. There had been Bearers, and there hadn't been many guards.

It was only when they had emerged from the depths of the would-be-prison that he realized what it was that had happened. Though he didn't get the chance to voice it to Gav before he shouted in agony, unaware of the drake that had been waiting for them to leave. Gav's shout accompanied a roar but no matter how fast he shifted, physically or magically, he wouldn't escape the blow from the lizard that would throw him several feet, knocking him senseless enough that fighting off the thing without taking no small amount of hits.

And then... nothing. At least nothing that made sense. Feelings, smells, sounds, but nothing he could piece together. Too warm and too cold, but a warm presence under his arm and pressed to his side, another wrapped around his waist. Grumbling, about how heavy something was, how someone could help by at least moving their feet.

Copper, a smell he recognized as blood, and he was well aware that it meant very poor things. And while he didn't have much of any ability to think, he understood well enough what all of these meant, and he couldn't help but think about just how entertaining it was that he might actually die before helping Cid with their plans.

The next he knew, it was more pain. His face stung, and it hadn't hurt before hand. His ears were ringing too, but it was more... rhythmic. Repeated? Oh, a name. His name...

"...live. clive... ...ost, look at me. you're going to be fine, but i need ya to stay awake."

He knew that voice, impossibly deep and connected to a hand who knew better than to slap an injured man. But it was a command, and he would do his best to follow it. It didn't matter that the man was asking the impossible, he stayed awake as long as he could. Admittedly it wasn't long, and he could hear the long suffering sigh Cid let out before he was being moved again.

Would that he had the strength in his arms, he would have waved off the hands and slept on the floor. And when he woke, he was more than entertained when Tarja told him that was exactly what he'd mumbled before he passed out again, right before rambling off the terrifying list of injuries that she'd spent the better part of a few days trying to fix.

She claimed that it was the Phoenix's blessing from his brother that was the reason he made it back from wherever the hells they'd been to the hideaway. Clive made a mental note to buy Gav anything he wanted for a good while as thanks for hauling his dying, unconscious carcass across Storm to save what Cid had deemed a useful body.

Speaking of Cid, sitting in an infirmary bed ( strapped to it more like, he'd nearly escaped once and Tarja had all but dragged him back and threatened to break something ) and having a staring contest with the man was not really how he wanted to spend his time. But try as he might, he wasn't sure what it was he should say to the man. Never mind that the Dominant himself refused to say so much as a word in lieu of trying to summon lightning with his eyes instead of with magic.

Clive would be dead where he sat if Cid had any more control over his element.

" ... using your magic would be more effective in killing me, I hope you realize. When you've finished trying to light me aflame, could you at least tell me what you are thinking? " Humor. That should fix it right? Cid always used humor and misdirection to lighten a mood, he could appreciate Clive's attempt.

Right?

He could only sigh, hanging his head after another score of moments of silent staring. He'd be dead within a fortnight, he was sure of it. If not by Cid's hand, then perhaps Otto, or even Charon.

[robo-writing]

barnabas with some poor unfortunate villager when vampy hasn’t fed in 4h

https://x.com/yukariakiyama48/status/1758251253761704365?s=46&t=06bYiE12l6qVJUxPCBuvvQ

“Thank you for the present darling!” She says, kissing Barnabas on the cheek as her hands grab the poor villager by the neck.

[keithle]

someone should draw clive with all the seals and choker(?) he has gotten. i think it would be hilarious.

like is he just wearing all of them at once???

[flowerdante64]

alright i did the thing

[gloomy-kitty]

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