(Late) Happy Valentinesday!
I heard someone make this joke on Instagram and thought "Yes that is Cid."
Flower language:
Pink Camellia: Longing for you
Primrose: I can't live without you.
Read: From left to right -->
#ff16 #cidclive #firestorm #FirestormSpringFever
(1/2)Screenshot of a fic WIP, text reads: Well, this is what he deserves, Cid thinks to himself while looking at the decorative armoured heel pressing into his chest and up the long muscular leg of the man, viera really, who just bested Cid’s sorry ass in battle. He should have known better than to travel into the old wood after hearing the skirting town’s rumors about the damned place. But he had accepted a hunt request for a rare herb that supposedly can only be found here. Cid groans, tilting his head to the side as a sword is held to his neck. He doesn't give the viera the satisfaction of his glare, instead looking to the forest around him. If he can just find that damned herb he could get out of here. As his luck would have it, while not what he is looking for there is however, a strange looking plant covered in dust- or pollen maybe- might just be within his reach. If he can grab hold of that and throw it at the viera then maybe he can get the upper hand in the fight... or at least have time to make a quick escape. He feints raising his hand up to surrender, reaching instead toward the nearby plant. His fingertips barely brush the velvety bulb, his skin immediately having an adverse reaction to the pollen. Fire burning at his fingers and itching up his arm he pushes closer, grabbing the strange plant tight in his fist and tugging. Pollen shoots out from the base of the plant, Cid getting a face full of the bloody stuff. He sputters, coughing and hacking at the bitterness coating his mouth. (check next image for rest!)
(2/2) screenshot of fic WIP, text reads: “Fuck-” His opponent grunts and hops back, not having gotten hit by any of the pollen from what Cid can tell at a glance. Not that he trusts his eyes at the moment, they’re tearing up something awful and burn nearly half as bad as his lungs do. “Are you mad?” Three full words, the most he’s heard from the lad yet. “Something like that,” Cid coughs through the words, turning on his side with his newfound freedom from no longer having a sword to his neck. His body is on fire right now. The plant must be some kind of rare poison, not that it's his first time accidentally poisoning himself but usually it's with something he at least knows the cure for. There’s sudden pressure around his ankles and then he’s moving, getting dragged across the rough, uneven forest floor. He tries to call out something along the lines of, ’I can walk just fine, unhand me-,’ but all that comes out is a garbled mess. And if he’s honest, he probably couldn’t walk if he tried as the sensations in his arms and chest have now started to spread to his lower body, albeit in a... much different way than he'd like. (To be continued, eventually, will be posted to Ao3 when finished)
(1/2)Screenshot of a fic WIP, text reads: Well, this is what he deserves, Cid thinks to himself while looking at the decorative armoured heel pressing into his chest and up the long muscular leg of the man, viera really, who just bested Cid’s sorry ass in battle. He should have known better than to travel into the old wood after hearing the skirting town’s rumors about the damned place. But he had accepted a hunt request for a rare herb that supposedly can only be found here. Cid groans, tilting his head to the side as a sword is held to his neck. He doesn't give the viera the satisfaction of his glare, instead looking to the forest around him. If he can just find that damned herb he could get out of here. As his luck would have it, while not what he is looking for there is however, a strange looking plant covered in dust- or pollen maybe- might just be within his reach. If he can grab hold of that and throw it at the viera then maybe he can get the upper hand in the fight... or at least have time to make a quick escape. He feints raising his hand up to surrender, reaching instead toward the nearby plant. His fingertips barely brush the velvety bulb, his skin immediately having an adverse reaction to the pollen. Fire burning at his fingers and itching up his arm he pushes closer, grabbing the strange plant tight in his fist and tugging. Pollen shoots out from the base of the plant, Cid getting a face full of the bloody stuff. He sputters, coughing and hacking at the bitterness coating his mouth. (check next image for rest)
(2/2) screenshot of fic WIP, text reads: “Fuck-” His opponent grunts and hops back, not having gotten hit by any of the pollen from what Cid can tell at a glance. Not that he trusts his eyes at the moment, they’re tearing up something awful and burn nearly half as bad as his lungs do. “Are you mad?” Three full words, the most he’s heard from the lad yet. “Something like that,” Cid coughs through the words, turning on his side with his newfound freedom from no longer having a sword to his neck. His body is on fire right now. The plant must be some kind of rare poison, not that it's his first time accidentally poisoning himself but usually it's with something he at least knows the cure for. There’s sudden pressure around his ankles and then he’s moving, getting dragged across the rough, uneven forest floor. He tries to call out something along the lines of, ’I can walk just fine, unhand me-,’ but all that comes out is a garbled mess. And if he’s honest, he probably couldn’t walk if he tried as the sensations in his arms and chest have now started to spread to his lower body, albeit in a... much different way than he'd like. (To be continued, eventually, will be posted to Ao3 when finished)
A little sneak peek of my #FireStormSpringFever fic I'm working on! (in both dark and light mode 🙏)
I've been very busy lately and still recovering from burnout but I'll be slowly chipping away at this! I'm hoping to have it finished by the end of the season!
⚡️🔥 #FireStorm #CidClive 🔥⚡️
Happy Spring Equinox 🌹🌺🌼🌸🪻
Here’s my contribution to #FirestormSpringFever 💕 (Posts can be made all through the month, please feel free to use the hashtag) #Firestorm #CliveCid #CidClive
archiveofourown.org/works/64014907
Cid and clive as bunny's or viera. They are both hugging and holding each other and nuzzling their faces softly.
#FirestormSpringFever #cidclive #ffxvi #ff16
Soft and fuzzy
Cid and clive as viera in a nest mating. Cid is on top of clive thrusting into him. Clive has a eye peek open with moaning looking back at Cid. Cid is holding clives clenched hand. This is the sketch with little to no color.
The sketch #FirestormSpringFever #cidclive #ff16 #ffxvi
Cid and clive as viera in a nest mating. Cid is on top of clive thrusting into him. Clive has a eye peek open with moaning looking back at Cid. Cid is holding clives clenched hand.
#cidclive #ffxvi #FirestormSpringFever #ff16
Bunnies mating in a nest >:3c
drawing of clive and cid from FF16 in a modern AU. clive is wearing a red hoodie with a black jacket over it, while cid is wearing a simple (open collar) purple button down. clive is tightly gripping a bundle of flowers (milkvetch (ie. astragalus) and bellflowers) in shy nervousness as he tries to give them to cid, who looks happily surprised. there's a strong blush on both of their faces. above clive's head is a blushing thought bubble full of hearts that says: "astragalus - 'your presence softens my pain' bellflower - ' unwavering love, a constant heart'."
[ #cidclive #FirestormSpringFever #ff16 #ffxvi #art ]
"your presence eases my pain, my love, my heart" 🥹💐💜
