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Random FFXV thought of the day ...
Do you think that Bahamut not only persecuted glaives but also their families?
Because let´s be honest ... He totally would! cus he´s a dick!
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Pryna following her mistress in death as she served her in life ૮(꒦ິཅ꒦ິ)ა
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Oh to be a fly on the wall when shipperwolf1 first experienced Seat of Sacrifice.
#{ ...between I assume the unyielding screaming because Elidibus is kind of dick mechanics wise }#{ You a healer? Lets start by dropping the entire fucking party to 1HP }#{ You a tank? DANCE! MONKEY! DANCE! Here's a move that draws shapes on the arena better pull me out of the right one! }#{ You a DPS! Red light or green light? If you succeed you get a fire debuff if you fail you get frozen GET FUCKED! }#{ Oh and tank while i have you...LB3 mid-fight or start right back at the beginning }#{ DPS be a dear and stack correctly for the LB spam and while dodging Bahamut }#{ Healers? Down to 1 HP again }
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💋 it burns us, precious
send ‘💋’ to get a kiss from my muse || @inimiicus
Bahamut was not concerned. The body he took on as a messenger could be disposed of and disregarded and formed anew. He wouldn't dare back down from the Accursed when such a clear challenge was presented to him. The other might be trying to play games, maybe foolishly hoping that a touch would allow the scourge to take place, but Bahamut would look forward to trample upon that hope.
The kiss he pressed to Ardyn's lips was far from nice. With a hand around Ardyn's throat to keep him in place, he bit down on the other's lip when he drew back so he could draw blood.
"I am still your God. Your fate is in my hands. It would be foolish to do something that would make it worse than it has to be, would it not?"
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I dunno, I am still going to assume FXVI Bahamut is a dick until proven otherwise
Final Fantasy XVI Twitter account made a post about Bahamut and I was immediately like Ugh before I realised it is unfair to judge the new character for his namesake's crimes in FFXV
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A bit of crack for Child of Mors: A List of Things Found In Mors' Desks (Ongoing Project)
*cackles*
There's lists going around among Regis and co and some historians on what the weirdest things found in those desks are. Here's some of the highlights:
a Cosmogony with so many annotations basically nothing is readable anymore
a shard of the Crystal (Regis will craft that one into a Carbuncle figurine for Noctis)
drafts for an indoor fishing place because Regis likes fishing
drawings Regis did as a toddler
picture of Mors's Shield Machaerad, cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk from eating so many Ulwaat berries at once
biography notes for one Augura Lucis Caelum (She was an older sister to a King and restored lost art. She got banished by her nephew for not conforming to his cultural reformations.)
carefully written and annotated profiles of possible wives for Regis (the last profile added was of Aulea, on which Mors simply wrote 'he will marry her')
a letter in an unknown language
a humongous picture book about Solheimr reliefs, also annotated by Mors
3 rocks
a lock of red hair so dark it nearly looks black
a love letter to Fabricas Lucis Caelum, the female King of Lucis who restructured the whole city and upon whose plans the modern city was build
a hate letter to Fabricas Lucis Caelum, the female King of Lucis who restructured the whole city and upon whose plans the modern city was build
stickfigure sketches ridiculing prominent nobles
a sheet of paper simply reading 'WHAT THE FUCK????' written by Mors and in pink glitter pen
tax forms with dicks drawn all over them
sticky notes full of insults directed at Bahamut
a letter to Bahamut apologising for those insults
#ask#raven-6-10#ffxv#child of mors au#mors lucis caelum#and his many desks#secret desks au#or something#I headcanon mors as a sexrepulsed asexual#who was forced to have a kid#and resented the whole situation#but he came to love regis in his own way#which doesn't make it okay#but regis still has a break down when he finds this#regis hoards everything found in those desks like a dragon#the historians aren't happy about that#geist answers
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Terror. Madness. Grief. It flashed all through Regis head when they got safely back to Insomnia. Poor Noctis cried the whole time for Luna. Luna and Ravus, he left them in their enemies hands. He sweard to Sylva, that he will get them back. Niflheim would pay for their crimes ! After leaving exhausted Noctis in hands of his caretakers, Regis went alone to the Crystal chamber. To have a word with his ancestors who silently observed their lifes.
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Regis ordered everyone to leave. No one understand why, yet who they were to questioned the king´s decision. After that the chamber became cold, it felt even hostile to be alone there with Crystal. Regis without any pretensions summoned the power of the ring after more than eight years since he lost her, love of his life. He yearned for his Queen so much, for her soothing touch, her breathtaking smile and a raucous laugh. Those joyful memories still hurted when he though about her. You left us too soon, my love.
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The kings and queens of Yore showed themselves before the current king. The time itself froze in the moment. A powerful magic was unleashed and Crystal reacted.
“ Why did you called upon us, child?” said the Founder king strictly on his massive throne. Regis felt so insignificant in their presence.
Drained Regis spoke to him as politely as he could. “"I wish to speak to my dear wife. She should be here among you as rightful ruler of Insomnia.” He stood there in anticipation, but no one showed up. The kings and queens were silent, until the Rogue queen took pity on him and said. “Young king, her soul is not here among us.” Regis was shocked. “ Then where is soul of my beloved?”
“ What an insolence, to think a mere mortal could be in our ranks.” the Warrior king said offended, many of the attendees agreeing with him.
Regis narrowed his eyes at the old king. “ Let me remind you o mighty king, that you all were once mortals like myself. And you especifically should know, what it is to lose your loved one.” One by one Regis looked around and exclaimed coldly. “ I ask you once again rulers of Yore, where is my wife?” Yet again no answer was given to Regis.
“Perhaps, I can give you the answer, your highness.” a woman emerged out of nowhere before Regis. He fastly drew his sword in defense. The woman came closer unarmed, as Regis noticed. She looked very young perhaps in her early twenties. “ You can´t expect answer from those who Bahamut chained to do his biding, my lord.”The woman looked at him with regret.” A cursed line of Lucis Caelum, to never know rest. You were ripped from my lady´s hands, when she wanted to bestow blessing upon your bloodline, your highness.” Regis was wary of her, yet something in him told him to listen to this child. “ If only I was stronger, then I could ripped Bahamut apart for his treachery.” the woman clenched her hand into a fist,” Your highness, you want answers that I can give you, my only condition is that you listen to what I have to say.” Regis briefly thought about it, he didn´t see harm in it.
“Let´s say young one, that I would accept this proposal. But first tell me, who are you and about what lady you spoke of to?” curiosite got better of him.
The woman bowed deeply. “ Hope your highness will pardon my rudeness. I am here on behalf my lady, Etro. And as for me, I am her humble servant Andrea, but perhaps you will be more familiar with a name Leo.” mischievous smile played on her full lips. Regis froze in place upon hearing that name. He remembered the ancient books, in his youth, that told about that name: Leo the beast of Etro´s gate and guardian of dead.
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#regis lucis caelum#noctis lucis caelum#Kings and queens of Yore#Bahamut is a dick#etro goddess#little helper of Etro#Leo the tired guardian who´s in need of nap#no idea if I ever get more of this
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Τ𝗁౿ 𝖢𝗋ɣડ𝗍ɑᥣ
#ffxv#final fantasy xv#finalfantasyxv#noctis lucis caelum#noctis#noct#bahamut is a dick#my screenshots
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Funny thing, and huge spoilers for Dawn of the Future?
In the followup novel Dawn of the Future, Noctis and Ardyn (and Lunafreya) have to fight and kill Bahamut on both the physical and spiritual planes. It's glorious, go read it. It's all the DLCs they wanted to included in Final Fantasy XV in a novel and is basically the True Ending of the game.
It really pisses me off when Bahamut tells Noctis about Ardyn being the Accursed saying he was transformed evil by spite or whatever like SIR?? SIR? NO. No. Buddy. You literally told him he had to become the Accursed, that it was unavoidable. Like. Bro. Not cool.
It makes me wonder how much Noctis really understood Ardyn’s past and how much of that was shown to him in the Crystal.
Like Bahamut is literally like oh yeah that dude is crazy, he’s bent on revenge and brought the darkness lol. Like yeah what a nut job. I had no part in it obviously bc I’m god basically lol. You gotta kill him.
Sigh.
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10 Fandoms/ 10 Characters/ 10 Tags
Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion
Darkest Dungeon: Dismas (Highwayman), Sarmenti/Jingles (Jester), Audrey (Grave Robber)
The Witcher 3: Geralt of Rivia
Critical Role (Campaign 2): Mollymawk (Kingsley) Tealeaf, Essek Thelyss
DC: Richard Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper
Red Dead Redemption 2: Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler
Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustand, Riza Hawkeye
Shingeki no Bahamut Virgin Soul: Charioce XVII, Nina Drango
Naruto: Shikamaru Nara, Temari
( This is way more than 10 and some of these fandoms are SUPER old, but fuck it :u )
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I hate fantasy artists so fucking much. they’re always like “yknow how I wanna represent tiamat in human form??? tiamat the five headed dragon goddess???? tiamat, queen of chaos, bane of bahamut, the many-mawed nemesis of the gods??? tiamat the dragon queen who is larger and greater than mortal minds can truly comprehend??????? conventionally pretty skinny (hourglass shaped) young white woman with a skimpy outfit. I fucking nailed it someone suck my dick already”
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Bahamut cared little for what was and what wasn't personal matters. He was tempted to simply be rid of the boy before him, but his death had the potential of releasing the scourge in the Citadel, something he'd like to avoid. For now it seemed dormant and detained, but one couldn't guarantee that it would stay that way.
When he was eight – it was similar to Noctis' own experience with the scourge in that manner, then. "Have you informed your superiors of this?" he questioned, keeping his expression calm, even if he was likely to have a conversation with the King. This boy ought to stay away from the royal family, especially the Chosen King. The scourge sometimes called out to its likeness and Noctis was already affected to a degree – he wouldn't want to risk it ruining the True King before he could fulfil the prophecy.
Perhaps having him fired would be the easiest solution. Bahamut could make it happen, if he so demanded it. A trip to the Oracle would likely solve the problem, but he had little time to waste on such an insignificant endeavour. It would be the boy's own problem going forward.
When the Messenger called out to him, Jackson was compelled to immediately obey and stopped in his tracks as he held his shoulder. He had hoped not to catch the other's attention overall, having heard many things about him, but it seemed that Lady Luck wasn't with him that day.
The harsh tone of the Messenger made him furrow his brows, confused as to why he was being questioned about coming in contact with the Scourge. Sure, his mother was a Scourge researcher that the King has given some funding too, but what did that have to do with him? Unless—
"That's a rather personal question, don't ya think?" Jackson wasn't planning on deflecting the question, but he did think it rather rude to be questioned in such a tone. He could've asked nicely. "If ya must know though— I was eight."
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"Sure.. but I would still rather not have the clown dick, thanks =v="
but Fillip has character
"SO DID BAHAMUT!!!"
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-- RP: @skullboneandunown
skullboneandunown:
Oh yes. A member of our staff suggested that we start to reach out to fae that are having difficulty with fitting in elsewhere. We've had help in the past few months from a.... Dr. Strange? He's been helping us locate those in need." He doesn't know what to think of Strange. He's bizarre, and a bit of a dick. A few of the fae students can feel Ashe reaching out with her powers, but keep to themselves out lf nervousness. Dr. Mccoy eyes the students that snicker at Willow, and lets out a low growl akin to an animal. They immediately return to their tasks, and scurry off when Kumiko growls. "Well, Charles had this school in mind for decades. And for years, this academy was private, with only a select few knowing about it. We decided to open to the public after Donovan and his friend Silver enrolled here for college. Both Charles and a few of our staff believe that was the best option if we were to include everyone." He leads them up the stairs to the next floor and towards Professor Xavier's office. "This school is separated into four wings. The north wing teaches children from preschool to elementary. The east wing teaches middle school level students, the west teaches high school level, and the south teaches college level. For little Willow, she'll be taught the basics: math, science, literature, art and the basics of caring for Pokemon. In order for these children to be, well children, they also have an hour of recess to relax and play with their Pokemon, if they have them." They reach Xavier's office, and Dr. Mccoy opens the door for them. Inside was Xavier and Donovan, who was reading something in a folder as Xavier greets the group. "Ah, you've arrived! I trust you're all well? Thank you Hank. I'll take it from here, if tou need to teach a class."
The situation with the snickering children taken care of, Ashe found it hard to believe that the man she had met at Donovan's station of all places had been reaching out to, well, protect her own kind. For a moment she thought he wasn't such a bad person after all, but one memory of his smug look had a sour look on her features of wanting to punch him in the jugular. Lucky mimicked this with a 'stink face' that most cats might make.
Tuning in to what Hank had to say, the family followed slowly so they could get a good look at each hall. The hall that Willow would be studying in had Ashe glancing back at her daughter who noticed some children watching her that resembled orcs, elves, giants, humans... and even hybrids. She blinks and gives a small wave, some of the more enthusiastic grinning and waving back while some of the more shy hiding. Willow didn't feel the least bit overwhelmed among them, although she could tell some were different -- and not to mention the pokemon! Some species she had never seen before except in her mother's books that she could barely read. A few caretaking pokemon such as Audino, Blissey, Indeedee, and the like were among them as well with the teachers.
Following after Hank, Kumiko purred softly to Willow to settle her as they headed up to the Professor's office, and upon arrival, Lucky strode past them all to greet Donovan with a ribbon around his hand, his emotions displaying a greeting but also sharing his uncertainties about some of the older kids around Willow. That being said, Leon and Ashe greeted their friend once he stood up with a hug or a handshake warmly while Kumiko held Willow to her still, her tail swishing behind her once the door shut, the Garchomp giving McCoy a nod of her head in thanks on behalf of her trainer. With that said, Ashe had Kumiko set Willow down and returned her to her pokeball while Willow came to sit in Donovan's lap, Bahamut and Lucky hanging back a bit so their trainers could talk.
"Outside an incident with some older children that was quickly taken care of, all seemed well." Leon admitted, "I have a feeling she'll do well here." He turns his attention to Ashe. "Love?" Ashe had her reservations but nodded. "The one part that bothers me is she doesn't have a partner pokemon. I... kind of wanted to let her decide on her own. My family... and a certain someone..." She eyed Donovan then. "... were very adamant about certain types of pokemon, but honestly Willow usually is... well, like this." The girl was holding her Gengar plush tightly, seemingly off in her own little world, looking around, fascinated by all the fancy things the Professor had.
"I know it's tradition that first years at age ten get their partner chosen and they spend most of their earlier years learning about pokemon and what not. That's how my schooling experience went, anyway..." Ashe pauses. "... but what's your policy here? I do have a pokemon that can accompany her to and from school -- plus my Garchomp is like her a mother to her as well." She would never expect that from a Garchomp with how fierce they were, but Kumiko's gentle temperament laid it out plain for her to see that the Garchomp cared for Willow as her own.
"Otherwise... I agree with my husband and Donovan. I think she'll do well enough. However, my worry extends to older kids and the fact she doesn't like to go anywhere without that Gengar plush of hers." She knew how mean kids could be about safety items. "Can you guarantee they won't bully her for it, Professor, if I let her bring it to school? It's the one thing she keeps close besides that dagger you saw."
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Notes of warning/importance
I have a slight headcannon for some lore here. The circles are giant domed cities connected to one another via tubes with plenty of ventilation to keep out the mists from what I call the badlands. These mists corrupt almost all who enter by first slowly but noticably draining a demons sentience turning them into beasts of burden with one mission and one mission only...Feed. of course it also slowly corrupts the form until it's a complete feral form of itself. The only beings so far known to resist the mists were Lucifer and Lilith aside from the dragon twins. I also suck at art like my blog description says so I used avatar makers to make the pictures here and I'll just use an image of deathwing from world of Warcraft/blizzard entertainment for Bahamut 's dragon form and an ancient silver dragon from DND/wizards of the coast for tiamaht's until I can better form arts of the dragon modes better myself.
Roleplay rules&info
Minors DNI
Bahamut is straight and Tiamaht, Ruby, and Lillian are lesbian both dragons are polyamorous and imps are monogamous
Shitposting questions are not allowed so no "ur mom gae" kinda stuff.
If absolutely necessary I will deactivate anon asks but I don't want to for now and will change this bit of text if I had to.
Be respectful of others and me as a person out of character because in character is one thing, lots of folk in hell are pricks. People have their own lives and luxuries to live and experience and don't deserve to be rushed or disrespected when you don't even know the person in the slightest.
Sexual asks I must mention be kept to an all time low or just not at all but there are characters like angel even if they're not other men or other angel dusts and I can't stop them but in most cases I won't be answering them
Character intros
These are the twin dragons of hell Bahamut (left), Keeper of Knowledge was manifested billions of ages ago when Hell was a singular realm and not split into the 7 circles that we have now in modern day. According to many legends of him (and to confirm them) he IS Hell's oldest living encyclopedia and a master strategist. He has the wit, but not the power, to far exceed any modernly known demon...including the Radio Demon himself. But if he were put into a fight of raw power against say, angel dust, the spirder'd be burned to a crisp. He believes in Charlie's ambitious nature but as a Primordial Daemon, Bahamut is bound to Hell and can never be redeemed despite his efforts and has made peace with that. (Physical notes not said: he's 5'10, he's not lacking for anyone he's with and though I didn't find a good one he does have a longer tail to sell the dragon aspect further)
His sister Tiamaht, Protectorate or Relics(right) was a demon born before Hell was divided into the 7 circles we know now. She, like her brother, is an extremely loyal demon. She is the strength to her brother's strategy yet is far more nomadic than him. Of course she's not all that into planning without Bahamut there. Unlike Bahamut though she uses ice magic instead of flame magic. In person lately she is very tomboyish and kind of a dick but openly admits as such but follows up with "people need people to be blunt sometimes and it's not easy but if I'm the one who has to in situations I'm then I'll make sure I tell it how it is" (physical details not told yet: shes 5'3, they may not be bif but her partners love em, also has a tail she uses to teasingly spank partners.)
And below this text are the dragon forms
Other OCs
Name: Ruby Bakers, Age: 1845, Gender: post op MtF (bc apparently males have thick white stripes and that's how to differentiate and I just thought it was a humans gender dimorphism thing which made me pick these horns before I knew), Orientation: technically lesbian now but she's attracted to women. Job: Helluva Post delivery woman
(Both Ruby and Lillian were made using this ⬇️)
Name: Lillian Servont (pronounced like servant but it's Ser-vahnt), age 1576, gender: cis female, orientation: poly lesbian, job: personal assistant/secretary to the first overlord to accept her application (will edit this post to change that) so that she can run a business specifically meant to send people on that path.
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Bahamut leaned against the wall, taking in the other's appearance. He had seen a few humans, but few dressed like the Adagium. He had kept an eye on Ardyn, but this was the first time he bothered actually showing himself. The other rising in rank spelled trouble, but he cared little as long as he didn't forget his role.
"It's good to see you haven't forgotten," the other Astrals had been fond of the once healer. Bahamut had never understood why that was – he was always meant to be a sacrifice, at least once he proved himself capable of becoming a vessel for the scourge. It was much more effective than having him heal something that kept spreading.
"You are free to do as you please, as long as you do not forget."
"I think it serves me quite well, not that I have much inkling as to what the title actually means..." Ardyn muttered, more than accustomed to strange things simply being in his living spaces. It was probably his imagination, anyhow, except for the strange prickling sensation he felt in this one's presence.
Then it clicked with Ardyn's hat in his hand and on its way to the coat rack next to the door.
"Ah--The blade-hoarder himself..." And that prickle? Fear.
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