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I want Prompto to be an art kid along the same veins as me where if things Don't Look Good he will go on a ten minute plus rant about it.

If a publication that he more or less respects and holds to higher standards than the average Joe with a camera uses a photo that offends his artistic sensibilities??? You better believe Noct will be waking up at two in the afternoon on his day off to find six voicemails and 100+ messages starting from 2AM, possibly still ongoing.

Not only that, but his outfits Must Fit The Vibe

He will be shopping for a jacket for some specific project, and turn his nose up at everything because it Has To Be Just Right. He will splurge to get the Correct Vibes. He will eat nothing but water and crackers until his next paycheck if it means he Fulfills The Vibes. Everyone sees his vision after the fact, but until then he just looks unhinged and picky.

Of course outside of Art Brain he is perfectly normal and happy and chill. He will still happily take pictures of anything and everything, he will still obsess of chocobros, he will still be a ray of sunshine, he still has Anxiety TM.

Just don't trigger the Art Brain.

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Kingsglaive crack AU where no one but Glauca dies and everything definitely won't go wrong in the future but Regis is also curious about a few things concerning the traitors

Regis: what did he tell you to make so many turn?

Nyx: he said you hated spicy food and if it weren't for his pleas you would have banned spices everywhere

Clarus: wha--

Regis, who loves spicy food and has spent years trying to figure out a non-offencive and somewhat dignified way to hire a galahdian granny or ten to cook for him all the time: [backing away, voice horrified] no

Libertus, shaking his head sadly: he did, you highness.

Regis: but TITUS hated spicy food!!

Crowe: yeah that's how we figured it out. We gave him a skewer and he started breathing fire. We think he thought he was dying because that's when he put on the Glauca armor

Clarus: THATS how--?

Regis: the fool, not even able to appreciate such delicious food

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I think the most hilarious place to put Post-Canon Sokka would have been the university at Ba Sing Se. I think he would have made a great unhinged professor. Also, in true Sokka fashion, he should have completely dodged fame. Momo is more famous than he is.

He wants to demonstrate to the class how this thing called electricity works, so he's going to be bringing in a Firebender, so everybody be cool, we're all friends here... and in walks Princess Azula of the Fire Nation. One-time conqueror of the city. One of the students is currently writing an essay on how her brief rule of the city affected fruit trade. She says she considers the class to still be her subjects as she doesn't acknowledge any pretenders to any of her thrones, but for now you're exempted from bowing and "Your Highness" will do. It's a really interesting lecture.

"Okay, guys - hey, listen up, everyone - I won't be here next week, me and Aang are going to-" yeah right, sure, Professor Sokka knows the Avatar. Except, of course, the Avatar walks in sheepishly and says that Appa might have gotten into Sokka's hybrid crops, and then you all have to sit there and watch your professor chase the Avatar around with a sword.

One postgrad student is specializing in Water Tribe Cultures. She's currently studying the massive cultural shift that happened in the Northern Water Tribe at the end of the war - oh, and Professor, I absolutely know that you're from the Southern Water Tribe, but it's just that the shift started with Master Katara, and of course I don't think that every person from the South knows one another haha it's just that I need to ask her some questions and I thought maybe you could help me write a letter or write a letter of introduction or...

Sokka looks at her blankly and goes "yeah, she's my sister. KATARA!" which is followed by a faint answering "fuck you!" from Somewhere and to the horror/elation of our postgrad, Master Katara bursts in and is promptly beaned in the head with a rock by Professor Sokka. Her brother. her hero and her professor are siblings and currently brawling on the floor.

Sokka does not teach or study history, but he does sometimes sit in on lectures about recent history. Whenever he does, several doctoral students flock in to sit near him (even if it's an intro course) so that they can eavesdrop on his grumbling. (No matter how they try, an "overheard utterance" is not a valid source according to their professors. No, we have no sources on the Avatar's bison taking part in combat - sky bison are not war animals and...)

He gets regular deliveries with the Beifong family crest on them, and he goes "sweet, Toph must have found some new minerals" and at this point nobody needs to ask which Toph. He seems to have friends everywhere, literally everywhere. Wang was headed out to this massive swamp to study if it's one big organism, and Sokka told him to find some guy named Hue and "don't mind the loincloth." One time the university gets shut down because the Earth King wants to visit. Oh, visit the University? What an honor- Of fucking course not, he wants to visit Professor Sokka, who yells at him and his royal guards for interrupting his day. The Earth King and his many, many royal guards then sheepishly say sorry and file out.

The last straw is when - not a week after he yelled at the Earth King - the assistant head of the Political Science dept walks in to the faculty lounge to find Sokka having tea with a nice normal man dressed in Earth greens for once, and can't resist a little joke. "Let me guess, you're having tea with the Fire Lord." And then she can instantly tell that she fucked up, because both of them go stock still.

So when the two men awkwardly stand up and proceed to introduce the Fire Lord whose portrait she has in her office because she is the assistant head of Political Science as Li, a server at the Jasmine Dragon, she just says "hello Li" and leaves to find a bottle of something strong.

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Me: [brings in homemade baked goods]

Teacher: no offence Yue, but if this is what we get when you're stress baking please never sleep again

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A collection of out of context things said during dance lessons

Teacher: Throw her out, she's not trash

Teacher: The follow leads with the right foot because--?

Class: THE LADY IS ALWAYS RIGHT

Me: [Across the ballroom] TEACHER, BUFFCHATA!!!!

Teacher: Any questions?

Student: Is mayonnaise an instrument?

Teacher:

Teacher: [Deep, dissaponted sigh]

Teacher: we are going to be taking tiny steps

Me: Chihuahua steps?

Teacher: !!! CHIHUAHUA STEPS!!!

Teacher after I annoy her: student for sale! 25 cents, student for sale!

Teacher A, reading the notes in my book: what. What is this

My book: "Big swooshy" and "hahaHAH hahaHAH"

Me: that one move in waltz with the big swooshy arms and the way I'm supposed to step in triple time

Teacher A: And. Why did Teacher B write it like this??

Me: listen if you tell me the actual name of the move I won't know it from the cancan. But if you tell me "big swooshy" I WILL in fact know what you're talking about

Teacher A:

Teacher A: I. I can't with yall

Teacher: so why did you decide to keep dancing?

Me: well you see

Teacher: oh no

Me: my first ever group class was with you

Teacher: okay-?

Me: it was an open level waltz

Teacher: OH GOD

Me: yeah it was all really advanced patterns. It was so hard and I'd only had like two intro lessons at that point

Teacher: OH GOD THAT SOUNDS LIKE ME

Me: but it was also the first time I was challenged and it was really fun!

Teacher: oh. Then it's all thanks to me you're here, HA!

Teacher: and you'll want to throw her out--

Me: she's not trash

Teacher: that's right, she's NOT trash!! But she is dumping you in this case

Teacher: wanna know what level that pattern was :D :D :D

Student A: so. So can you demonstrate how the leads should place their hands so they don't touch the-- you know-- [gestures to her boobs]

Teacher: [starts wheezing]

Student A: it's just, you know, you gotta make sure they're not just full on grabbing you like THIS [demonstrates on her lead, Student B]

Class: [doubling over in cackles]

--

Me: so how's class going?

Student B: [laughing] I'm so glad I came in today

Staff member: DO IT FOR LEGOLAS

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No prophesy FFXV au where baby Noct convinces an entire generation that Regis’s actual name and title is “King Dad the Super Special Awesome”

The name escapes containment when Noctis convinces Luna to start calling him that

(Regis thinks it’s hilarious. Meanwhile, parents all across the continent despair as it spreads.)

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Something I want to see more of is just. The different life experiences between the Rich Boy Chocobros and Prompto - specifically the parts of life that have to do with a mixture of common sense and how to survive when you don't have access to giant piles of money.

Like. True, Ignis is 100% the best with money and keeping to a budget, but if you're trying to buy stuff cheap and haggle, Prompto is your guy.

Ignis is used to buying the best quality ingredients, which fair. That's probably a good thing to keep up.

But when they're penny pinching and need way more than they have the money for, suddenly Prompto disappears for five hours with the change and comes back with a surprising amount of food and supplies from a mixture of low budget spending, negotiating the prices, coupons that he for some reason kept shoved in his boots that are surprisingly still usable depending on the location, and trading.

He knows the look of places that are likely to be cheap but filling, the places that would be more likely to call the cops for loitering, and the places that will trade a meal for doing the dishes.

It would be interesting to see how he would react to their normal food budget too. Would he die slowly inside when hearing them talk about the absurd amount they set aside for food, thinking about the mom and pop shop down the corner that would probably net them a decent amount for way less?

TLDR let Prompto be a little street smart

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Looked at a series of FFXV prompts, but now every time I see "prompt" I think "Prompto", and then I had the thought that prompts are just Prompto egging on the fanfic writers in universe and laughing at what comes out

Help the brainrot it's progressed

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Currently bribing my dog into not hating Fourth of July by giving her a treat every time a firework goes off

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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A funny thought I had was of Noctis going through that one really specific friend experience where you wake up one day and realize your BFF and Parent(s) are suddenly Besties TM and you have no idea when this happened.

So Prompto and Regis somehow becoming just. Such good friends. (After Prompto gets over his anxiety over talking to The Real Life King ofc.)

It started because Noctis was hanging out with Prompto and not answering his phone (he was napping), and evolves (or possibly devolves) into hot gossip sessions, baby photos, and first name privileges, because Regis thought this kid was actually pretty fun, and Prompto realized that Regis was like Noctis, but Bigger and More Sociable.

[Game night]

Prompto's phone: [hard rock music ringtone]

Prompto: Hold on Noct, gotta take this call

Noctis: Ye sure whatever

Prompto: REGIS, your kingliness, my guy, wassup?

Noctis: [drops his controller]

Ignis: [spits out his Ebony]

Gladio: [walks into a wall]

Prompto: Uh huh. Yeap. Oh, he did NOT!!! Uh huh. Ye-ouch, no joke?? Got it. I'll let em know, yeah. Have a killer day my dude! [Hangs up]

Prompto: hey Noct, your Dad wants to actually show up for dinner this week, six o'clock sharp tomorrow. Says your meat privileges are about to expire and if you don't it'll be that time when you were twelve all over again, which, can I just say, YIKES.

Noctis: you-- wha-- HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT. HOW ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAD. WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY DAD.

Prompto: uhhh for months now??? This is old news. Like, there's an entire group chat??

Noctis: A GROUP CHAT?????

(The group chat has Regis, Cor, Clarus, and Prompto, all of whom collectively have So Much more blackmail on the rich boy chocobros than ever before.)

(The rich boy chocobros in question are horrified at this realization.)

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Imagine this: after Noctis becomes friends with Prompto, there's a period of time where they think he's a bad influence because Noctis keeps going out and doing something stupid. Of course, Noctis denies this violently (possibly literally).

After looking into it, they are shocked to discover not only do they just spend a lot of time just hanging out and kinda being really wholesome and supportive BFFs; but it is, in fact, NOCTIS who is coming up with even WORSE ideas, and Prompto is being the somewhat reasonable one who is simultaneously indulging in his whims and reeling him back into something vaguely reasonable.

They're still doing stupid stuff like smuggling themselves out of Noct's apartment to attend cons in full cosplay including wigs and makeup, but not incredibly idiotic things like. idk, egging the really annoying foreign diplomat's cars while they are actively inside driving them, or going to a bar to down as many shots as possible, or graffiting "F*** King Regis" in the middle of the Citadel when his Dad does smth that really tics Noct off? I dunno, just something Really Stupid that a sheltered teen like Noct is dying to do.

Suddenly everyone is a lot nicer to Prompto. He thinks it's kinda weird. Noctis is smug.

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I also did this. Apollo’s forgot about the loophole.

My girl Cassandra deserved a better fate. Let her be one of the Ithacan sisters.

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Now tell me he wouldn't do that

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Kingdom Hearts III Manga Chapter List:

Story and Art: Shiro Amano Original Concept: Tetsuya Nomura

This post will be updated when subsequent chapters are released. Keep in mind that this is neither an official distribution nor an official translation. Please support the authors by supporting the official release when it becomes available.

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APLAP (Assigned Pathetic Lifeform at Padawanship)

New padawan Obi-Wan trying to figure out how the FUCK to make his master listen and not abandon him to go running off following "the will of the force" when it hits him. Qui-Gon is perfectly happy stopping and taking care of pathetic life forms, but not Obi-Wan. That's it. He's always been prepared, always been dutiful, strong, self-sufficient.

He's cracked the code. He needs to be more pathetic.

The next time he senses Qui-Gon's about to run off he coordinates a scene of utmost pathetic-ness, that is, he throws himself into the nearest fountain. He trudges up to his master sopping wet, water-logged robes swallowing him, with hair sticking to his face and containing bits of algae from the fountain. He mumbles out an apology for being clumsy before looking up at Qui-Gon with the biggest, most woeful eyes possible to ask if he happened to bring any spare robes (he didn't, Obi-Wan knows this because he is usually the one to pack spare robes for them both). His wet hair is dripping water into his eyes that's beginning to turn them an irritated red, and there's algae sliding down the side of his face, it really is masterful work.

"Oh...I'm sure I'll be able to find something by myself, it's okay Master, I know you had important work to do."

Qui-Gon visibly hesitates. Obi-Wan starts shivering. He turns to walk away. He's stopped by his Master's hand on his shoulder. His Master, who walks back with him, who gets clean clothes from their hosts, who has folded like wet flimsi and even explains his stupid, stupid plan before choosing to hotwire a hoverbike with a passenger seat! Oh, Obi-Wan really has cracked the code!

Afterwards, Obi-Wan stages an increasingly pitiful accident for himself every time his patented 'Qui-Gon Jinn Bullshit' detector goes off. Eventually, his Master stops leaving him behind at all, even giving him funny looks when he turns around and Obi-Wan isn’t next to him. It never fails to make Obi-Wan grin and run to catch up. Sure, his reputation as a perfect padawan is in tatters, alongside his dignity, but it’s a small price to pay for a place at his Master’s side, for him to remember there’s a place for Obi-Wan there.

When the ray shields come up on Naboo, Qui-Gon doesn't charge ahead and leave his padawan behind, he hasn't for years. He waits for Obi-Wan because it feels wrong to do otherwise, his padawan belongs at his side.

Much, much later, when Obi-Wan is drinking to the end of the war with friends, Commander Cress will ask him how he kept General Jinn from running off for entire decade. Obi-Wan laughs, informs him, and resolutely ignores the scene Quinlan is making as the man cackles and pulls up a book to shove at them both, titled Classical Conditioning 101: A guide to subtle psychological manipulation.

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the JL probably stopped thinking that Batman was the greatest detective in the world like, the minute that any of the batkids started getting involved in team missions. they get to watch the Robins run circles around Bruce consistently and without hesitation and i bet they wonder how the fuck they ever thought he was untouchable.

*during a world threatening, all hands on deck emergency*

Batman: everybody understand the plan?

Flash: we’re good to go, on your word.

Batman: then lets get on with it.

Robin, picking up his katana: agreed, let us engage the enemy. and also real quick before we do, i have to tell you that i got suspended from school for two weeks for slamming another student’s head into a table. alright, lets go.

Batman, visibly doing a doubletake: -woah wait hold on, Damian-

Red Robin, scornfull: seriously B? you’re gonna get distracted and let THOUSANDS of people die, because of that little tidbit? what, and now i guess you’re gonna freak out because i got a DUI a few days ago?

Batman: YOU GOT A DUI-?

Robin: father, honestly, priorities.

Batman: i- uh-

The rest of the league, exchanging blank looks:

*massive explosion*

Batman: um- OK WE HAVE TO GO BUT WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER-

*after the fight, ten hours later, everybody is exhausted and covered in blood and dust*

Batman, wrapping gauze around Robin’s wrist: i… feel like there was something i was going to say earlier. regarding you.

The league, watching the Robins stay completely silent:

Red Hood, without blinking: yeah old man, you promised us all that you’d buy pizza on the way back to Gotham.

Batman: …i don’t remember saying th-

Nightwing: fucking course you don’t. first you forget to tell me my little brother dies until after his funeral, now you forget to feed me. are you gonna forget to invite me over for game night, too?

Batman:

Robin: *silently making an ‘a-ok’ gesture behind Bruce’s back*

Batman: …right. yeah. that must have been it. we’ll get pizza ordered to the manor.

Superman, leaning over to Green Arrow: do you think he’ll be ok alone with them? they’re kinda mean

Green Arrow: no i knew that man in college. he brought this on himself.