o’s voice?

Noctis:

Them being selectively mute was a bit hard to work around at first. Noctis, though he was more observant than he let on, had a hard time reading their facial expressions. Just because of how controlled they were. When you’re mute, a lot of your communication rests on your face, especially for those that signed like them.

So, in order to get to know them more, he asked them to tutor him as he learned sign since he needed an extra language course to graduate. And of course, learning along side them, and being a part of their silent world, his feelings naturally progressed to a crush. When he could eventually hold a conversation in sign, proving he could understand them, he asks them out on a date.

Like most first dates though, it was less than glamorous.

It started raining and neither had an umbrella, so both looked like they had taken a swim on the way over to the diner they had chosen. A few rouge photographers from some of the trashier tabloids around insomnia had gotten a tip on their date, and were basically harassing them for ‘the scoop’. And then the waitress was bumped into when passing their table and ended up dumping a plate of rice on his date’s head.

Not the best start, but it was then that he realized that they had a voice. Because they had started laughing, high and clear. They ended up not kissing on the first date, because they don’t count it. It was too much of a disaster to count as a date they argued. (But Noctis totally counts it.)

They continue dating, of course, and make it a game to see if they can keep dodging the tabloids after that first fiasco. And it’s not until six months of dating that he hears their voice outside of laughing.

They had been spending the night, and Noctis hadn’t told them that it was the anniversary of the Marilith attack. So when he started muttering in his sleep and moving a lot, they naturally woke up. A nightmare they assumed, because he kept making pained expressions. They tried to wake him by stroking his hair, and when that didn’t work, shaking his shoulder. And when that didn’t work, without meaning to or thinking about it really, they called his name.

“Noctis.”

A secret not even Ignis knew was that Noctis woke up when his name was called. Not his highness, not Noct, but Noctis. So imagine his surprise when he woke up after hearing his name, but the only person in the room was his S/O. Normally he’d ignore his name anyways and try to go back to sleep. But his curiosity would wake him fully and he’d sit up in confusion. He wouldn’t realize it was them until he hears their quiet voice in the dark.

“Noctis? You were dreaming.”

He’d be speechless, which was a switch considering the past six month were of him talking. But then he’d snap out of it and bundle them into his arms before laying back down.

“Thank you for waking me.”

He wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but there would be a slight trembling in his arms. From love and appreciation that they had trusted him enough to finally let him hear their voice, and that they had been brave enough as well.

Prompto:

“Wow they’re a really good listener!” was his first thought when he ended up working with them on a photo shoot for his part-time. They were the lighting person. But then it would edge from being a good listener, to being unusually silent.

They’d be walking and he’d be in the middle of his sentence when he’d suddenly pause, look at them, and say, “You don’t talk, do you.”

They’d shrug and smile. Prompto would accept it, and just keep talking, but let them know, “If I talk too much, just feel free to like, put a hand over my mouth or something.” (They’ve only had to do this once.)

It would be a bumpy start to a friendship. With one party unable to speak, communication was tricky. And they didn’t want to do the pen and paper thing. So Prompto gets really good at reading facial expressions really fast. And it’s almost as good as talking. They still have the occasional hiccup, but it works.

The day Prompto asks them out, he’s rambling about a photo he took. “So I used this filter, and the lighting was perfect anyways, even without your help, and will you go on a date with me? And then I staged the camera like this-”

They put and hand over his mouth, and ended up laughing quietly. His face turned pink and they nodded, pointing to him and themself.

“You will?”

They’d smile. And Prompto would be ecstatic. He’d walk them home and then go skipping away practically to prepare for tomorrow. …But then he’d have to run back to their house to tell them when and where because he’d realize he forgot to tell them.

The first date wouldn’t be anything too big. It would be mostly walking around in the downtown area of Insomnia, hitting up a food cart, and making fun of some of the advertisements they see. Nothing goes very wrong, though there was a scare when a few drunkards decided to mess with someone who’s clearly an immigrant. But to that, they only glanced at each other, threw their drinks in their faces and ran, holding hands and laughing.

Most dates were quieter after that, and he’d even bring them along to meet his friends during a few times they were hanging out. It’s after one of these times, when he’s walking them home and about to leave, that they grab his hand and quietly say, “Stay.”

Beaming brightly and sweeping them off their feet he replies, “Of course.”

For the first time in almost a year, he’s heard their voice.

Gladiolus:

Now he’s done it. He was on a run and crashed right into someone when going around the corner to his home. Their bag popped open and papers went flying everywhere. Not to mention that they had banged their head pretty hard off the ground. He’d get them up in a hurry, ignoring his own scrapes and bruises, and ask if they were alright.

They’d wave a hand at him in a general expression of being fine. But then he’d sort of get worried about them not speaking. And things would go south very quickly. Because Gladiolus would panic, thinking he’d really really hurt them. Because they weren’t SPEAKING HELP.

But at the moment his father would happen around the corner after a walk. Upon seeing the panic and general chaos of the papers fluttering around, he’d want to turn back around and just go the way he came. Take the long way home. But then he’d see who it was and realize that he’d have to step in.

Gladio, meanwhile, would still be panicking about them not speaking. Thankfully Clarus steps in and says, “Good to see you’ve met one of the new Interns.”

He’d then explain that they don’t speak, that yes they were fine, but probably invite them back home for an ice pack at least. And wouldn’t take no for an answer.

After that initial meeting, Gladio would find them during work the next day, apologize again, and ask if they wanted to get lunch as an apology. (And what intern would say no to free food?) From there, they sort of figure out a way to communicate. They just message him on their tablet and he’ll just respond verbally. Which opens the doors for text jokes. (It’s very endearing to Gladio that when they send an emoji expression, it’s often the very same expression they’re making right across the table from him.) It becomes habit to meet for lunch, and sometimes dinner. Without even realizing it, they end up dating.

This is only pointed out when they run across Gladio’s friends who tease him for not telling them he was on a date. They look at each other, shrug, and he throws an arm around their shoulder and says, “Well, we are so…if you’ll excuse us.”

“But we want to meet them!” “Another time maybe!”

It’s only after their anniversary passes that he gets to hear their voice. Unfortunately, it’s because he ran into them again when they were coming over to dinner at his place with Iris. And the papers went everywhere. They hit their head again, he ended up with scrapes and bruises.

“Damn it Gladio.” It’s said so quiet, if there had been a passing car he wouldn’t have heard it. But he did.

Not the most romantic thing to hear, but Gladio laughs and scoops them off the ground. He doesn’t draw attention to it, worried that they didn’t know they had said something. And if they did mean to say something, he wouldn’t want to scare away any progress they’ve made to become vocal. He lets them go and sets about collecting their papers.

(Clarus walks around the corner again, and this time just turns on heel and goes the opposite way. Not dealing with this again.)

Ignis:

He’s heard them speak before they started dating. They had a habit of muttering to themselves while they worked.

They were considered a valuable member of the royal house hold. They had been a child when they received their title. Like Ignis, they grew up with their role. They were to be Noctis’ Chancellor. A secretary basically. But there was no need for them to be around Noctis just yet, not until Noctis was on the throne. But Ignis worked closely with them. There was a lot of paper work involved with Noctis surprisingly. He just didn’t know it because that was their job.

Though Ignis had to be there for a portion of it. Which is how he’d heard them. He’d be walking by the door and catch some of their thoughts they spoke out loud before knocking. (He knew their reputation of never speaking, and so didn’t bring it up.) And he wouldn’t let on that he heard them.

There were many times that they ended up eating together, lunch, dinner, overnight snacks, breakfast. Just depended on how much trouble Noctis had gotten into that week. Ignis, having worked with them for so long, knew sign and enjoyed their silent conversations together. It also helped at certain events Noctis was at, and they were more than willing to help Ignis hide or prevent the prince’s mistakes if it meant less paperwork. Eventually, they would be comfortable enough to mutter to themselves with him in the room.

He invites them to an actual dinner outside the citadel soon enough and they accept. From there, they’re really low key about it, if only to avoid becoming the citadel’s latest gossip. It goes on for about a year like this before they’re at an event. There’s a really pushy noble trying to ask out Ignis, and he’s declining as politely as he can. And considering he’s cornered with a lot of other nobles in the conversation, he can’t just walk away without appearing rude.

That’s when they step in and link their arm with his, smile and state quietly, softly, “He’s mine.”

They’d then pull him away while they’re in shock. Ignis would be red in the face, but only because he hadn’t expected the first thing they said in public, since they were a child even, to be that he was theirs. It would make him a bit more happy than it should. They’d sign to him that it’ll be all over the citadel tomorrow, but they’d deal with it then. He’d agree, and leave it at that for once.

Chocobros’ s/o manipulating them into betraying Noctis/Lucis and serving Niflheim? How does it happen and how quickly they realize they’re being manipulated (if ever)?

Prompto:

His S/O would call him everyday. Whisper sweet nothings. Keep him wrapped around their little finger and ask questions that normally, he wouldn’t answer due to safety concerns. But he loved them. And they loved him, so he was sure he could trust them. He’d let slip plans and time frames of where the group is going, what they’ll be doing, and where they were heading after that. Just stuff you’d tell a lover honestly. From this, over time, the S/O would be able to chart preferred routes and coordinate where drops ships can ambush them.

That’s all that was asked of Prompto’s lover. They don’t tell Prompto, and he doesn’t ever realize it. No, instead with their job done, they break up with him, citing that long distance really wasn’t their thing. (But even they think it would be cruel to tell him that he had helped the enemy. They’d broken his heart enough.)

Gladiolus:

They’d be right beside him the whole time. They’d encourage his irritability and whisper doubts about Noctis’ abilities, picking up on the shield’s own doubt about his king. But they ‘knew’ that Gladio could handle what Noctis didn’t right? He could protect them all if it came to it, right? With their manipulation, would become overbearing. Out of sync with the rest of the group. Worried about his own worth as the prince’s shield and the protector of his friends. Reckless on the battle field. It’d be all to easy to get the drop on them now.

The final nail would be their own injury. They’d let themself get back into a corner by an MT, damaged beyond returning to the field with them. Ever. It would hurt Gladio that he failed to protect one of the people he cared about in the world. And in this way they would crack the shield. He, likewise, doesn’t realize he was manipulated. (But there would be this feeling on the back of his neck, like he missed something, or that something with these past few months was wrong. Something didn’t quite…fit.) This was only to buy time, because they knew the group would eventually work it out. But the time they won from them would help the empire plan and move against them. And it’d be enough for their duty to be done.

Ignis:

He’d be the one to realize it right away. And the S/O would know he knows. And it’s be this weird dance around each other, neither one letting the other get the upper hand. Because they actually like each other. And Ignis would be sure he can keep this under control. And he does. He wants their attention on him and him alone. And in the S/Os mind, they’d have to get past Ignis before anything else could be done with the boys.

Nothing comes of their work. Because they’d failed the moment Ignis noticed, and if they were being honest with themselves, they’d be killed for their failure. So just a little longer, and just a little more with Ignis. Because they were happy in their own way. Knowing they’d failed there was nothing to lose. So they’d enjoy his attention for a little longer.

But then the dance ended, and so they went to their fate.

Can I ask for a scenario with any of the boys in a Queer-platonic relationship with an ace s/o?

Anon dear, I’ll do my best. It’s my usual weird mix of headcanon and scenario instead I’m afraid. Please tell me if this turns out alright. I’ve sort of tried to capture what this kind of relationship would be like by experimenting…By which I mean I ended up writing for more than one person. I hope this is alright. I mostly assumed that they get their physical needs taken care of in other ways. But I didn’t want to elaborate on that too much. (For all i know maybe they’re all ace.)

Noctis:

He’d sit beside them on the couch, resting against one another in a calm silence, and holding each other’s hand. The TV was on, playing a radio station rather than a channel. It served to drowned out both their thoughts. It had been a bad day. And on those days, they needed each other.

This was their ritual. Something they never spoke about with each other, but just sort of occurred. They trusted each other wholly with their mental wounds. Their need for a quiet solitude with another. They knew that they weren’t listening to the music playing, but rather one another’s breathing. They needed the other’s grounding presence.

If someone walked in on the sight, it could have been mistake for a romantic moment between two lovers. But romance had no place among them. No. It was just the feeling of the other nearby. A trust. Not attraction, but a feeling that if it wasn’t precisely this person there with them, it wouldn’t feel right.

A shelter for the dark. Nothing more, nothing less.

Prompto:

With Prompto, things would be a lot more easy to mistake for romance. And a lot more tactile. He’d help fix their hair just to feel close to them, and they would play with the strands of his through out the day. They might lay their head on his chest to hear his heart beat, while he would nuzzle into their hair and sleep. They’d play with each other’s hand when they’re distracted, brush against each other’s thighs when they want their attention for something, link arms when walking together, and just genuinely lack a need for personal space between the two of them.

People often ask them why they aren’t dating already, but they always, each other them, have the same answer. “It’s not like that.”

Because it isn’t. This isn’t love. Not in the way one would expect. This was more of a need fulfilled. They cherished this person, no one else understood their needs. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t friendship. It was some unknown between the two.

It was comfort and closeness. And it was enough.

Gladio:

Helping the other relax after a long day is normal for them. Massaging tense muscles when they don’t really allow people to touch them. If one of them was sore it wouldn’t be odd for them to help the other undress if they couldn’t manage it themselves. Sleeping in the same bed, couch, or using each other as a pillow was likewise normal. Seeing each other at their most vulnerable, being able to face each other unblinkingly during the moments they couldn’t stand someone else’s stare, watching over each other’s shoulders were all normal to them.

But nothing beyond that. Closeness was what they valued in one another. Someone who’d always have their back through everything and anything.

Sometimes, they’d be afraid that they’d get too old for anyone to understand this. “Call it what it is, you’re in love.”

But they’re not. This was something else. A choice. This person was their person. They didn’t have the word for it, but they didn’t desire one another how other people did. It was just the sense of a missing piece finally coming home.

Ignis:

This is a relationship of space and intimacy. They don’t need to be near each other, but rather look after one another in other ways. They sleep in separate beds to allow the other their privacy. He’ll make sure they have lunch, they make sure he has clean clothes. Things they were perfectly capable of dealing with on their own, but chose to do for one another. They cook together and are much more free with their emotions around one another. (They’re one of the very rare people who have heard Ignis laugh to tears.) They ensure the other’s appearance is perfect for special events. They walk together at work, and leave notes for the other asking if they’ve eaten. (There are very rare times of course, when one of them cries. And the other doesn’t judge them. They only hold them through the whole thing until they settle again.) They just take care of each other. Even though they don’t have to.

People comment on how chilly they are together. They won’t last if they ever get together. They just share a knowing glance and continue on with their day. They know themselves better than anyone else, and know that their care is shown through their actions.

They could live without one another, but why would they?

Ravus:

He sends letters through out the relationship, venting mostly, and sometimes commenting on how he saw them the other day, but didn’t have time to go to talk to them. They in turn write back what they’ve learned and how their own training is going. They’ll make general yet. When they have time, they train together. Fighting one on one until one of them submits. (Neither ever does. It’s time spent together and they want it to last.) At the end of the session they sit back to back for as long as they can get away with, without someone finding out.

They’re not ashamed of one another, but it’s safer if no one knows. They know this is not love, but they also know they would miss the other into eternity if they were gone. This was safer to let no one know.

They depart and go back to letters. For most people this isn’t enough. They need contact and the person to be there with them. But neither of them need those things. They just need the other’s understanding. The knowledge that someone is there, listening.

It’s enough, and more than they could ever have asked for.

Hey there hon! First I’m sorry for the loss of your ps4 games’ data, this sucks D: If you feel like it, could we get some Ravus domestic headcannons? This man deserves more love. Thank you!

He gets out of bed without a fuss, but he’s not actually awake. Mornings are a struggle with him. After years of waking up earlier than the sun, he finds them difficult now. He’ll wander around, and likely into a wall, if you let him.
Coffee will be brewed, but he can’t be bothered to make his own. Rather, he’ll steal the nearest person’s cup and drink it. He has no preference for coffee, so long as he gets to drink it. (Good luck figuring out how he prefers it.)
He let’s his hair air dry. Which is as pleasant as it is unpleasant. On one hand, there’s water droplets in some spots on the floor, and if he sits on the couch there’s a water stain growing where he’d be resting his head. On the other hand, his shampoo is really pleasant, and clings to cloth and clothes. So the place smells like him.
He is also a breakfast thief. But he’s at least willing to SHARE his stolen goods. (He also prefers stealing food from others. Says it makes it taste better.)
He helps with laundry. But be prepared for him to abscond with a blanket fresh from the dryer. He only helps until the blankets just for this purpose. Waiting to do the blankets till the end seems to be the wise choice. That way, everyone is happy. (The missing blanket, and Ravus, can be found on the couch later. Perhaps working on paperwork, or simply napping.)
Lunch and dinners would be together. No matter what. Because honestly, it’s an excuse to step away from work. As for cooking, he doesn’t. He tried once. ONCE. And never again. So he likes restaurants and ordering in.
The place is always spotless, and that’s Ravus’ doing. He is something of a neat freak. (Putting fingerprints on the windows, or on any surface really, will get under his skin in a record amount of time.)
There is always a single Sylleblossom in a small vase on the counter. No idea where he gets them, but he changes it out every week. (The ones from the past are placed in books and forgotten about.)
He will deal with spiders. Enough said.
If he’s stressed, he rearranges the furniture. Which is troubling. He’ll likely forget in the morning and stumble over the coffee table.
Passive aggressive post it notes are sometimes left around the place. Mostly directed at himself. Grocery lists are the most entertaining thing you’ll see.
He forgets to lock the doors at night, so locking them would be your job.
He tends to sleep on the couch. A lot. Simply because he’s tire and can’t be bothered to move. Mentioning how frequently he does to him will be met with denial. Then he’d make it a point to go to bed just to prove he doesn’t sleep on the couch as much as you say. (It’ll last a week.)
If you’re sitting on the couch, your lap will be claimed as a pillow and he’ll refuse to move. But unless you move him he falls asleep and won’t wake up, and who could disturb him when he looks so at ease?

(1/2)Hey there, it’s me ^^ Let’s do this. I’m short (like 5’2 Idk) with long brown hair and greenish brown eyes. I’m a bit chubby but it’s not like it bothers me. My hobbys include scouting, drawing, singing and acting (I also direct stage plays and stuff). Sometimes I do poetry. I’m either super hard working or not doing anything. There is no inbetween. I love sleeping in and spending lazy days at home, but I don’t mind getting my hands dirty to get the job done. (Literally and metaphorically)

I match you with Ignis!

Being someone who had to organize things for Nocits, he’d have a lot of respect for your work directing stage plays. He’d also enjoy poetry, and if your wrote something he’d be interested in reading it if you’d let him. It would actually be a bit surprising to him how you either throw yourself into your task whole-heartedly, or just kind of get stuck in neutral. But he’d understand it. Some people just need to not do anything sometimes. Sleeping in, though something he never does, would be something that reassures him that you’re getting enough rest. As for getting your hands dirty, he’d be right there with you, as he kind of enjoys being in the thick of things. He’s, if he’d allow himself to admit it, is a cat person as well. (And can you imagine all the cat puns?) Ignis himself is someone who is fond of showing rather than telling, and is perceptive enough to pick up on just how you display your affection for someone.

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can i get a matchup? Im 5’6 busty girl. im an eclectic goth. i like weapons, music, video games, manga, and comics. im confident, sassy, adventurous, sarcastic, and quirky. i have no shame. simple things can nake me happy and i can get excited over somr pretty silly things (like cute 3d puzzles), but i struggle with my bipolar and ptsd. im a survivor and ive been through a lot of heavy things in my life.

I match you with Gladiolus!

He’d match you sass for sass, adventure for adventure, and by far, you’d end up being one of the most sarcastic couples in the kingdom. Honestly, being around someone with no shame would startle him I think. Like, he’d be flustered by it. But not in a bad way. He’s also someone who enjoys the simple things, and he’d welcome your excitement for puzzles even if he didn’t understand it. He’d be there while you struggle, and try and help you work through things if you requested it. He’d also know when to back off and give you room to breathe. He’d never ask about the things you’d been through, but would listen if you ever needed to talk about it.

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Can I get a matchup please I’m a smol gay male I have really long really dark brown hair I’m a full blooded Native American I love to draw (mostly nature and stuff) I love star gazing I can name most of the constellations I know tons of folklore about my tribe I suffer from depression I rarely smile I’m full of puns and I’m rarely serious

I match you with Noctis!

He’d enjoy playing with your hair, though only if you were alone. It’d relax him, and probably put him to sleep after a while. He’d enjoy looking over your shoulder to see what you were drawing if you’d let him. Star gazing is something he’d be super DELIGHTED to do with you, and plus he’d love the constellations. (However, he’d pretend to forget which was which so you’d have to tell him again, just so he could hear you talk about something you love.) He’d treat every single one of your smiles like a gift and enjoy your puns. Like, he’d hate and love how many you know. And having someone he didn’t have to be serious with? He’d treasure you. (And on the days when you can’t get out of bed or just can’t function, he’d be there beside you.)

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May I have a matchup please? I’m a bisexual girl who loves music and comic books. I have a hard time making friends because meeting people makes me nervous and I’m kinda shy. But I warm up fast after the fact and tend to be a little clingy. I’m affectionate, perceptive, and a huge dork. I have a ton of stuffed animals and I’m obsessed with action movies. I’m a perfectionist and can give myself a really hard time by trying to be achieving something at all times even if I really just want a nap ❤️

I match you with Aranea!

She’s very easy to get along with, and though she keeps her thoughts to herself, she’s very good at drawing people out of their shells and getting to know them. She’s the exact opposite of you, but honestly? She’d really enjoy someone clingy and affectionate. And if your perception allowed you to pick up on that, she’d deny it till she was blue in the face. (But she wouldn’t push you away or anything. In fact, she’d probably pull you closer if you gave her a hug or leaned against her so you wouldn’t stop being affectionate.) Action movies are a curiosity to her, and she’d probably comment about what looks like it could actually be done in real life, or what wouldn’t be possible. She’d also be very good at pulling you out of the perfectionism spiral that could sometimes happen. When the need to get something juuuuuust right or perhaps you just keep going and going without stopping, she’d be like, “Whoa there.” And probably lecture you/slash put in an action movie to try and get you to relax.

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I’d like a ffxv ship pls! I’ve been told I’m rly funny but I never intend to make people laugh. I only trust/like a few people. I have only felt genuine love for one person. I don’t really have a set type but I like bad guys ;). I LOVE creative writing & I typically fantasize about things that will never happen but I like my fantasies more than reality. I take a lot of my creative insp from video games, music & movies as well as my dreams & I think that those have shaped me as a person.

I match you with Ignis!

He has a quiet sense of humor, and would probably smile at some of the things you say. (While others are laughing their heads off.) His ability to remain composed is legendary. Like you, he also trusts very few people, but when he does, it’s a whole-hearted endeavor. I know you said you like bad guys, and Ignis, in all appearances, it an extremely good noodle. However he’s more adventurous than he lets on. He’s just very clever about it, just suggesting that they go down a different path, try a new thing, experiment. (And honestly I can picture some of his adventures not following all the rules.) And since you’re creative and let your mind wander into fantasy, Ignis would be someone able to ground you in reality in case you needed to concentrate on something. (Otherwise, if you’re not busy, he wouldn’t mind losing you to your mind for a while.)

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I would love to request headcanons on the chocobros having an S/O who is an illustrator who loves animation and dreams of character designing for a major company! (WhAT NO ITS NOT ME WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT–)

Noctis:

-He’d be very supportive, wanting his S/O to chase their dreams and all.

-That said, he doesn’t know a lick about any of it, so when the S/O starts explaining things, he learns a lot.

-When working for one of the companies comes up he’d be like, ‘just tell them we’re dating, who’s going to say no to the prince’s significant other?’ (His face would screw up at his title though, and the S/O would laugh, knowing his distaste for being called the prince.) (The S/O would absolutely not do as he said, considering they’d want to get in on their own talent.)

-The S/O one days bases a character off him and he’s very caught off guard. Like, full on blushing and stammering in surprise. (And he adores the thought behind it.)

Prompto:

-Once again he’d be like “If you ever need a reference, I will personally go find what you’re looking for and photograph it for you.”

-He’d also love watching the S/O draw. Whether it’s their facial expressions while they draw or how focused they are, he’d find something about their art process enamoring.

-In the case that the S/Os parents are approving, he’d be 100% on their side through everything. Like, he’d want you to reach for your dreams no matter what.

-During late night art sessions, he’d keep the S/O company…right until deciding it’s gotten to a ridiculously late hour and would attack the S/O with a comforter to drag them off to bed, or maybe he’d settle for camping out in the living room to sleep together. As long as they got SOME sleep.

Gladiolus:

-He’d be curious about it and asking the S/O questions constantly. Like, “Do you have to some up with your own story and characters? …Have you come up with your own characters?”

-He’d also be very into hearing and seeing the S/O’s original works. (But he’d secretly love when you’d draw characters from his favorite shows.)

-If the S/O ever drew a character from a book he’s reading he’d actually be speechless. He’d know, from all his questions, how much time goes into illustrations. (The S/O could expect to be showered in romance for the rest of the month probably.)

-IF the S/O ever had to pull an all nighter on a project, he’d be right there with them. He’d know it was silly to stay up all night with the S/O when he had things to do tomorrow, but he’d still do it.

Ignis:

-Working around this man would be easy, as he’d probably be doing his reports and whatnot for Noctis. It’d be super quiet and easy to concentrate on what the S/Os doing.

-However, once he’s decided that he’d worked enough for the day, he’d be of the opinion the S/O had as well. If the project isn’t due like, the very next day, he’d ask them to put away their work and perhaps help with dinner. (He’d DEFINITELY make sure the S/O wouldn’t neglect their health for their art.)

-He’d also be the one to have a set day where both of them do nothing. No working, and probably would have made plans with the S/O to go on a date of have a date night in if it’s been a particularly hard week for either of them.

-If the S/O gets an interview with a company for animation/design/etc. he’d fuss over them. “Are you feeling alright?” “Do you need anything?” “Remember to look them in the eye and smile.” (He’d probably be more nervous for them then they are.)