#gav (ffxvi)

[kiashieart]

My sunlight

[demynom]

My friends my close good friends

[juls-art]

broke out my purple pen to draw ffxvi characters ( ✪ ω✪) -- Kofi | Patreon

[nelyth-v]

Cid The Third

[invincible-heaven]

I'm not saying this game is full of sus moments, but...

[diremore]

Clive: Are you-- Jill: --fucking-- Clive: --serious? You-- Jill: --fucking-- Clive: --bastard! Gav: …What's going on? Jill: Oh. Joshua forbade Clive from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

[cute-ellyna]

Cliji 30 days drawing challenge 09. Hanging out with friends

Whatever Jill does - even challenging Gav at drinking games - Clive's expression when looking at her is always one and one only: dreamy lovestruck puppy boy. He's sooooo in love :3

You can see the rest of the art challenge here

[cosmic-metanoia]

Masculinity Concepts in FFXVI

***Spoilers for Final Fantasy 16***

I wanted to focus on the concept of masculinity in Final Fantasy XVI.

I really love how we see different aspects of masculinity portrayed in the characters. I won't go over every male character in the game but I'll mostly focus on the Dominants along with some side characters.

*Clive - I have a whole character analysis post dedicated to him but to highlight a couple points - he has many wonderful qualities that make him very admirable not just as a man but as a person. Despite his handsome looks that we all know and love, he has a surprising softness inside him and wears his emotions on his sleeve at times especially when it comes to Jill. We see moments when he bares his soul and weeps out of sorrow or joy which makes him more masculine, in my opinion, not less.

*Joshua - His masculinity is incredibly refreshing as it is the complete opposite of toxic masculinity. His face has soft and almost feminine-like features. He may have spent his young life being physically frail but he demonstrates a fiery strong spirit. He has this honest chivalry to him yet views everyone as equals and has a gift for poetic words as a result his study of books. He is merciful and incredibly kind but is unafraid to demonstrate his prowess on the battlefield like his older brother.

*Cid - Now this guy is your classic smokin' cowboy archetype but with MUCH better attitude. He oozes masculine charm, wit, and charisma but he uses it for the betterment of society and to persuade others to join his revolutionary cause. But his motives are candid and straightforward. I love how he didn't exist just to flirt, be eye candy, or simply be the comic relief. He becomes the mentor whose legacy lives on through Clive and bonds the hideaway folks into a real family.

*Dion - He IS the reason why Sanbreque was able to tip the scales to its favor - because he is the powerful Dominant of Bahamut. He is the prince but he climbed the ranks and earned the respect of his elite dragoons. He exudes military spirit and possesses a flair for political language as a future leader yet has a sense of honor and duty to his people. And along with that I can bring up Terence who is also a military man and climbed the ranks to be by Dion's side. Their love for each other is tender and beautiful and perceived as just another aspect of themselves.

*Kupka - Now this guy is your typical gym bro and is quite the buffoon (I cracked up when Sleipnir says something like "seems Hugo's head was filled with rocks afterall.) He gives the strong impression that he does not respect women (ahem, that servant he kicked) with the exception of Benedikta who could care less about him. Kupka is your stereotypical toxic masculine type.

*Barnabas - Another villain who uses his masculine aura to dominate and overpower. Even when it came to the intimate scene with Benedikta, he certainly gives the impression that carnal pleasure is just a means to an end. Benedikta knew immediately that he'd throw her away as soon as she lost her use to him. Also... I mean...the dude carries a huge sword like he's trying to make a statement LOL!

In terms of side characters, we see that even the hardened Blackthorne is encouraged to open up his feelings which (through many side quests) he is eventfully able to do and make peace with his past. We see the rugged Otto and his eyes brimming with tears when speaking about the late Cid or about the Bearer son he lost. We see Goetz as the gentle giant who is working on his own self-confidence. We also see Gav who gets emotional after a few kegs of ale and cares deeply about Edda and her baby. And even Uncle Byron who shows his sense of power through his financial generosity but loves to put on a good show (he would be quite the actor in Shakespeare theater!)

There are many male characters that I missed but I wanted to focus on a handful of characters. We're so used to seeing the typical battle-hardened and gruff heroes that eventually claim victory over their enemies and get the girl. It's nice to have a story where you have men with different pasts and drives that pull them forward to their futures.

I will also (hopefully soon) write about the female characters as well! :)

[undyingphoenix]

[drabblesandimagines]

Jitters

FFXVI Gav x female reader, fluff Swearing cos it's Gav, obviously.

Dinner tonight is one of your favourites, but your appetite has abandoned you. You stir the contents of the bowl around with your spoon once more, before feeling guilty about the waste it’ll be if you don’t eat and force down a mouthful. You were hoping Molly would’ve let you serve this evening to keep your mind occupied, but she’d shooed you off with a bowl of stew.

“Oh,” Jill’s voice comes from over your shoulder, sounding surprised. “I thought you would have left by now. I was sure I saw Obolus take the skiff out a little while ago.”

“Erm…” You sit up straight, dropping the spoon into the bowl with a clunk and plastering on an attempt at carefree smile. “Cancelled.”

Or maybe it wasn’t ever really organized? After all, Gav had been at least two drinks deep, served by Molly, when he’d approached you in the Ale Hall the previous evening.  You’d been eating dinner with Jill after serving up the rest of the Hideaway. The scout had swaggered over almost, flinging an arm around your shoulders as he sat down on the edge of your seat and grinned.

“May I request the pleasure of your company for dinner at Martha’s Rest tomorrow, my lady?”

You’d stared at him for a moment, trying to work out if you’d misinterpreted his words. Gav was a loyal customer at the Tub & Crown and you’d spent many an evening speaking with him about everything under the sun. An arrival to the new Hideaway, taken in after being identified as a so-called Branded sympathizer in the Empire and threatened to be made an example of, a group of Cursebreakers had whisked you and the Bearers you’d been shielding here a few years ago, where you’d soon found yourself working behind the counter. Your chats over time with Gav had been a smidge flirtatious, but neither of you had ever dared venture further. With your cheeks burning, you jerkily nod, words having abandoned you.

“That is a yes, Gav.” Jill had spoken up on your behalf.

“Wonderful. I shall see you anon.” He’d grabbed your hand then, placed a kiss across your knuckles and then sauntered back across to his place at the counter, slapping a hand on Otto’s back in triumph.

“No,” Jill frowns, sitting down on the seat besides you. “Why?”

“Something about Clive needing his scouting skills for the next while.” You shrug your shoulders half-heartedly, trying to keep the smile in place. You need to stop moping. “It’s fine.” Maybe if you say it enough it’ll become true.

“Clive needed his…” Jill trails off, pressing her lips together in a firm line in a moment of thought. She nods to herself and gets to her feet then, stepping behind you and hoists you off your seat. “Come with me.”

“But I’m not-” You gesture to your bowl on the table. Jill doesn’t or chooses not to hear your protest, instead wrapping her fingers firmly around your arm and pulls you forward across the Ale Hall towards the staircase leading up to Clive’s chambers.

“Wait, where are we going?”

Jill proceeds to yank you up the stairs alongside her, before she knocks once on the doors. You reason she must’ve just come from there if she’s so sure he’s inside - Clive was hardly ever in the Hideaway these days, always to-ing and fro-ing across the continent.

“Come in.” His gravelly voice calls back and Jill slides the door open, pulling you forward in front of her and pushing you forward – encouragingly so, she’d argue – causing you to stumble in.

“Ah, hello,” Clive smiles from his place behind the desk, quill in hand as he deals with a pile of missives. He notes your bemused expression and looks between you and Jill. “Is all well?”

“Ye-”

“No.” Jill cuts across you once more as she slides the door closed behind her away from any prying ears. “Clive, did you send Gav out today?”

“Gav? No.” He shakes his head. “Why do you ask?”

Your heart sinks as you respond. “He… He said you did.” He lied. Why would he lie? Unless…

“Are you feeling all right, my lady? You’re looking a little pale.” Clive is up on his feet, striding around the desk to stand by your side. “Should we fetch Tarja?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I should go.” You take a too heavy step backwards, looking and feeling as if you might faint. Clive and Jill instantly put an arm each around you, ushering you to take a seat on the bench. Clive looks to Jill for guidance then, unsure if he should go against your wishes when you clearly did not look well.

“Gav has cancelled on their outing to Martha’s Rest, of which I am sure there’s an reasonable explanation. He’s smitten.” Jill sits down besides you, placing a steadying hand on your knee. “He doesn’t stop talking about you. Isn’t that right, Clive?”

The Fire Dominant nods, crouching down in front of you. “Yes. In fact, he came to me for guidance – Founder knows why. I don’t understand. He definitely told you that I needed him elsewhere?”

You nod. “Well, he left me a note with Molly. Said you needed his sniff for something that couldn’t wait.” You bite your lip as tears sting at your eyes, feeling truly and utterly pathetic. “I… I really should go. There’s things I could be getting on which will benefit everyone rather than this foolishness.”

“No, I am sure Jill is right-“

A knock in a somewhat familiar cadence causes Clive to pause and he looks between the two of you and the door, assessing the situation.

“Just a moment.” He calls back, getting to his feet. He places a hand on your shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll ask them to come back.”

You open your mouth to protest but he’s already strode over to the door, sliding it open only a crack to dismiss the visitor.

“Oh, Gav. I, er, wasn’t expecting you.” Clive fumbles through his sentence, blocking the view of the room with his large frame.

Gav raises an eyebrow. “You all right, like?”

“Fine. And you?”

“Aye.” A pause. “Well, I was wondering if I could have a word, though…”

“I see. Well…” Clive turns awkwardly as to keep Gav’s view obscured and looks over at you and Jill. She wraps an arm around you and pulls you up to your feet, performing a circling motion with her other hand to get Clive to keep the scout talking and guides you towards the balcony and out of sight.

“Jill, what are we doing?”

She hushes you, pointing back inside.

“Of course. Er, come on in.” Clive steps back, sliding open the door and finally allowing the scout to enter, eyebrow raised.

“You sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine.” Clive replies, tight-lipped. Perhaps Jill and Byron were right – he was a terrible liar. He takes a seat back behind his desk, laying his arms down in what he hopes is a natural position but failing abysmally.

“Right...”

“You wanted a word?”

“Yeah. I…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve been a right twat, like.”

“More than usual?” Clive can’t help the jibe, but Gav only lets out a half-hearted laugh in response.

“Yeah…” He sighs.

“Is this about a certain barmaid that you were in pursuit of courting?”

“Jill,” you whisper, eyeing up the drop from the balcony to see if you could fling yourself off it without ending up in Tarja’s bad books. “Please, I don’t want to hear this.”

She hushes you again, keeping you in place.

“I’ve fucked it good and proper. Cancelled it – told her you needed me out scouting.” Gav sighs, sitting down heavily on the bench.

“But I don’t.”

“I know you don’t,” Gav snaps back, irritated at himself.

“Why did you cancel, then? Otto told me you were bouncing on the spot like Torgal with a good bone last night.”

“I don’t know,” the scout moans, dropping his head in his hands. “Cos I’m an idiot. She’s just… And I’m not… You know what I mean.”

“Gav.” He gives him an exasperated look.

“She’s so pretty, Clive. A goddess.” You bow your head at that, knowing you’re going to be as red as anything, and Jill squeezes your arm in a wordless told you.

“Right…”

“She could have any man in Valisthea down on their knees for a chance to see that smile of hers too, like. Brighter than the Mothercrystals.”

“Gav, you’ve lost me. I still don’t understand why you lied to her.”

“Come on, Clive.” Gav grimaces. “You’ve got to admit that one of us was more blessed in the scar department than the other. Yours makes you look rugged, my scarred mug on the other hand…” Your eyes widen in realization.

“You do know she’s seen your face before.” Clive probes.

“That’s not my poi-”

“You truly think me so shallow?” You step out from the balcony, hands on your hips.

Gav’s jaw drops open, obviously shocked to see you there and gets to his feet, trying to compose himself. “No, never. You’re too sweet. I just… I went about it the wrong way, asking you in front of everyone – didn’t give you the chance to say no. You were bloody speechless when I asked.”

“I was speechless because I was happy - I didn’t want to say no!”

“Come on, Clive,” Jill steps around you, takes Clive’s arm and pulls him up from the desk. “We should leave them to it.”

“But it’s my-” Jill cuts off his protest with a look and he concedes, sliding the door open for her instead before stepping through. “We’ll be in the Ale Hall, if you need us.”

The door slides shut and the two of you are left in silence, Gav unable to meet your gaze.

You take a step forward, the fire in your belly now doused. “Is that truly the reason you cancelled?”

He nods, before sitting back down on the bench heavily, placing his head in his hands. “I panicked, second-guessed myself. I never second-guess myself – it’s not a good trait for a scout to have. You, though…” You slowly begin to make your way over as he speaks. “I just lost my confidence the more I thought about it. I know you haven’t been out of the Hideaway for a while, worked myself up, like. Worried that maybe if we headed over to Martha’s Rest, some other gentleman might catch your eye and you’d… Well, you’d regret going with me.”

You sit besides him on the bench then, place a cautious hand on his thigh.

“I like you, Gav. I’ve never liked anyone – man or otherwise – quite like I like you.”

He smiles, bashfully. “I’ve been a right Morbol’s arsehole, haven’t I?”

“I wouldn’t put it as colourful as that, but…” You tease. “Besides, we don’t have to go to Martha’s Rest, or anywhere, really. I’d just like to spend some time with you – one on one.”

“No – I want it to be special, like. I’m sure I can scout us somewhere…” Gav smirks, placing his hand on top of your own. “Though it’ll be a bit difficult to find a place that could outdo your beauty, pet.”

You’re thankful the light is dim in Clive’s chambers so it isn’t obvious of how flustered you’ve become. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

The two of you get to your feet then, hands intertwining with ease as he walks you over to the door and slides it open – the hum of conversation flooding the chambers from the Ale Hall below.

Before he can say another word, you stand on your tip toes and press a kiss to his scarred cheek and turn, almost skipping back down the stairs.

The scout stands stunned for a moment, placing his hand on his cheek where he’d felt your sweet lips.

“Fuck me.”

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[kiashie]

Clive/Gav headcanons/rambles/???

remembering i can post whatever i want once again so i'm posting some clive/gav headcanons since i was talking to a friend about our desires for character study slowburn but also our lamentations that we are not fic writers. and how barely anybody else is talking about this ship. so here's the compiled thoughts i've had. (there's more of them than i thought)

(gripping you) think about it with me :) (writers feel free to steal these thoughts as ammunition)

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It's very 'Gav falls first, Clive falls harder'. Gav's got eyes, he see's what we all see and as he sees the kind of man Clive is and he's gonna fall deeper. and he also may think he's out of Clive's league. - Clive's got enough self resentment that he isn't even sure he's allowed to love again. the subject of 'loving somebody' is likely barely on the table in his mind yet after 13 years of spite and revenge, he still needs to catch up. Jill may put it on the table as it was maybe something they once felt, or something they were once expected to have; but they're different people now, trying to find themselves in their new space to do so. And during that time Gav is waiting for that 'will they wont they' to unfold.

Clive has spent a lot of time having to be physically violent against his will, so i think he enjoys getting to actually touch people affectionately for once - which we see for ourselves flusters Gav. as Gav grows accustomed to and even reciprocating of it (Gav having his growing crush and deciding to take what he can get) Clive's very glad with how comfortable he can be around Gav without consciously thinking too hard about it. along with how much i think Clive respects and admires Gav for everything he does, he's glad to continue being physically affectionate to show his appreciation.

Clive reflects on how for 13 years he had nothing to sincerely smile for while stuck as a hateful miserable soldier, and even before then under his mother they were few and far between. and as he's finding his footing for the first time in forever this funny breath of fresh air comes along and suddenly he's smiling. often even. And he can't even remember the last time his smile felt real. The last time he laughed so hard, eventually to the point where it's hard enough to make his chest hurt. that he doesn't quite feel like he's drowning.

he tries not to think too hard when Gav gets either giddy or flustered when he's praised lest the word "cute" fill his head. How he thinks Gav deserves all those kind words every time.

He and Gav have had their quiet moments over the years of the timeskip, and maybe somewhere earlier in the timeline than what happens in the game before joshua's returned, Gav's brings up earlier; "i never got to be a big brother" - losing his family in one night - and instead him relating to Clive on the feeling of failing to protect and save a younger sibling. in that vulnerable moment maybe Gav musters up asking 'was being a big brother nice? atleast for a little while?'. and they can mourn together the lost chances, pressure, and pride.

Along the way Clive picks up that Gav's jokes are how he gets by with the darker thoughts, the self doubts, the feeling of not being enough. and he comes to appreciate the Gav that isn't just trying to make him laugh or ease up, the Gav that is also struggling, that makes reminding him he's special continue to mean more to him. when he wants to be the one that also makes Gav smile and laugh and be happy to be alive in return

Gav's a man who's never been good at fancy words, and suddenly he wants to be a poet because he needs a way to describe the feelings he has. As he lets Clive see all his doubts and flaws but never being shamed for it, continuing to be treated by Clive's kindness, he cherishes feeling legitimately seen and cared for despite his weakness. and he feels like the most honoured man alive whenever Clive confides his struggles in him more and more too

everybody has been watching these two insufferably pine, Gav being more self aware and self concious, while Clive not even figuring out his own feelings yet for so long doesn't realize that he's obvious to everyone else :)

When Clive finally puts all the points together, being struck with the realization he's in love. the subsequent question "oh fuck is that allowed", and is laying in that bed hands in his hair staring wide eyed at the ceiling utterly stricken. But Clive, always the driven man, will eventually resolve to let Gav know, because he thinks Gav deserves that much. to let him know how grateful he is to know how to love someone - him - like this.

a leader and his scout to guide eachother :)

[kiashieart]

When in need of a smile~

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[hermitdrabbles56]

Gav: Gay golden retriever puppy energy.

Tarja: Mean lesbian (Gav hides behind her during bar fights)

Goetz: Aro/Ace. Just wants hugs man don't understand the rest and don't want to know.

Jill: Scary bisexual

Clive: Disaster bisexual

Joshua: Ace and vibes with the "I just want a hug" gang.

Sir Wade: Gay and tired

Vivian: Scary Lesbian

Cid: Pan

Charon: Knife.

[landofeikons]

never loved a side character more in my life than i have Gav from ffxvi, the man is an absolute embodiment of loyalty and the depiction of a ray of sunshine, he stole every moment he was part of and i wish we had more

[nelyth-v]

Whittling

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[grimdraaaws]

G'raha -> Prompto -> Gav = The Holy Trinity of Potential Bromance with protagonist